The Prisoner

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This story will be quite different from my last two.  I hope you enjoy it!


The Prisoner

Mark Adams was the consummate tech bro.  A graduate of a West Coast ivy League education, Mark had the tools he needed to dominate the world.  He was handsome and fit.  He was also overconfident, cocky and glib.  In short, Mark was a boorish jerk.  Like most of his ilk, Mark was a lucrepath; he had a pathological drive to make money and he did it well.  He spent his wealth as quickly as he made it, seeking out high value toys to enhance his self-esteem and status. 

Mark was also evil.  He ruthlessly sabotaged anyone he imagined could limit his own advancement.  One of those people was his twin brother Stan.  They were not identical twins.  Quite the contrary, they were almost exact opposites.  Stan was of slight build and several inches shorter than Mark’s 5’10.  Where Mark was self-absorbed, Stan was empathetic almost to a fault.  Where Mark focused on achieving status, Stan concerned himself with the welfare of others.  Their entire boyhood was spent with no emotional connection between them.  As college approached, their paths moved onto a collision course.

While Mark and Stan’s parents were reasonably well off, the staggering cost of funding two college educations at the same time was worrisome.  Both boys were bright and would easily gain admittance to any college they applied to.  Mark made it clear to everyone that he deserved the best education, regardless of the cost.  His applications only went to Ivy League schools, but above all he hoped to stay on the west coast.  Stan also applied to the one Ivy League school on the on the west coast but included other more affordable options in deference to his folks.

Mark saw Stan’s college ambitions as a threat.  If his parents would just spend all their money on him, they could easily afford the school he wanted to attend.  Every college application Stan prepared, Mark filched and altered.  He made Stan sound like a fool.  In a hyper-competitive field, Stan’s applications never made the cut.  He was rejected from every university he applied to.  Now with only one education to fund, Mark was able to attend the university of his choice.  Instead of an Ivy League school, Stan settled for a self-funded community college education.  Several years later, out of suspicion and curiosity, Stan had requested his application package from the west coast school and discovered Mark’s duplicity.  There was nothing to do about it except chalk it up as another reason to hate his brother.

Mark loved the Ivy League lifestyle, his fraternity and the opportunities he was able to take advantage of.  One of those opportunities came during a frat party.  There was a gorgeous, tall girl who caught his eye.  She was just a bit taller than Mark and had a body that made him gasp.  Her D cup breasts stood proudly with thick nipples that would not be restrained.  Her shoulder length dirty blonde curls and deep brown eyes were captivating.  Mark wanted her so badly.  He approached her with his natural swagger and charisma.  God her smile was intoxicating.  At one point in their conversation, when she was distracted, Mark slipped a powdered drug into her drink.  Within minutes she became woozy and disoriented, and Mark suggested they go outside to get some fresh air and clear her head.  Once out of sight of the other partygoers, he directed her behind the frat house to a secluded knoll surrounded by trees.  When she passed out, he raped her.  Mark wasn’t gentle.  He left her clothes ripped and her body battered.  He liked the feeling of power when he hit her, even though she was unconscious.  When Mark’s carnal lust was sated, he walked back to the party, leaving her body where it lay.

[seldom]

Wow, dark stuff but a promising start. Certainly looking forward to some bad things coming Mark's way!

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Katherine and Cindy were college roommates and best friends.  They had grown up together and were as close as sisters.  Katherine was a Nordic goddess.  Her strong athletic body, milky complexion and naturally platinum blond hair made her stand out in a crowd.  They had just finished exams and needed a release, so she convinced Cindy to go to a frat party.  The party was crowded and rocking.  Soon after they arrived, the girls were separated in the sea of people.  Time flew by before Katherine realized she hadn’t seen Cindy for hours.  She asked some friends, who thought they had seen Cindy go outside earlier.  Katherine went out back, calling for her.  She never could explain what made her walk as far as the knoll.  But there she discovered Cindy’s bruised and violated supine body and screamed.
 
The rape was the talk of the town.  As too often happens, the victim was shamed and blamed.  She was too flirty, too sexy, too inebriated.  Cindy’s memories were fogged by the drugs she had been given, so she could recall only fleeting glimpses of the event.  There were too few witnesses.  Suspicion fell on Mark, but he was skillfully able to avoid it for lack of evidence.  Eventually, the matter dropped.  Over time through, Mark boasted of this and other conquests and Cindy and Katherine discovered his identity. 

Cindy went through the victim cycle of shame, guilt and anger.  Most people eventually move on to acceptance, but Cindy stayed firmly rooted in anger.  From that day forward, she directed it to all men that she encountered.   Katherine held on to guilt.  She felt responsible for Cindy’s rape because it was her idea to attend the party.  They both vowed one day to deliver retribution on Mark.  In the meantime, they built their muscles with a furious passion to ensure they would never be victims again.  Cindy and Katherine were guided in their quest by their other roommate, Angie.  At 6’2, she was a big girl and frighteningly strong.  Angie was a champion in shot put for the school’s Track and Field team, so she knew her way around the weight room.  When their bodies were strong, they weaponized themselves; Cindy became a skilled Muay Thai fighter, while Katherine became a black belt in Krav Maga.

In the years after college, Mark continued to use and abuse people who came into his orbit.  In his mind, people existed to be stepping-stones on his path toward greater success.  He stepped on a lot of bodies in his drive to create a series of successful apps that were acquired by a major tech company.  Now he was rolling in riches and decided to take a year away from work to enjoy spending them.  His first purchase was a beautiful and secluded mansion on the outskirts of the city.  The views were breathtaking, and he outfitted his home in spectacular fashion.  Of course, running a household takes work, so he sought out someone to run it all for him: a Girl Friday. 

Katherine and Cindy still lived together as roommates. Katherine graduated with a degree in accounting, and along with her strong IT and investigative skills, had developed into a very talented forensic accountant for a high-powered law firm.  The girls stayed in close touch with Angie, who had moved a few hours away to a bodybuilding mecca on the coast to pursue her passion.  Her love for her own muscle mass and strength bordered on the erotic, and she was devoted to building more of both. 

Cindy was now a Director for a major recruiting agency, where she learned to channel the anger she continued to hold deep within.  She was still a stunning dirty blonde beauty, but she now also held pounds of thick hard muscle.  She had lost some of her breast mass, falling to a c-cup in her quest to build the muscle in her body.  What was lost in cup size was more than made up for with the inches of pec muscle that supported them.  Cindy was an intimidating combination of beauty and brawn.  And woe betide any man who thought he could come on to her.  Her slap down of men who crossed her line of decorum was not verbal, but rather was done brutally with her fists and feet.

Cindy spent her mornings matching resumes to the high value job search requests that came into her recruiting company.  On this morning, a new job opening caught her eye and caused the color to drain from her face.  She picked up her cel phone and immediately called Katherine. 

“You’re not going to believe what just came across my desk.  Mark Fucking Adams is looking for a Girl Friday to run his household.  Someone to wait on him hand and foot, nd probably get raped! He’s specifically asking for someone young and beautiful.”

Katherine had to let that sink in for a second.  “What are you going to do?  You can’t send a girl to him!”

“Oh, hell no!” Cindy replied.  “I had no idea he was a client.  We’ll be dumping him immediately.”

“Wait,” Katherine said quickly.  “What if you do send someone…special?  Someone who can totally fuck up his life?”

“Oh, I like the way you think.  Let’s talk tonight.”  Cindy ended the call and let the wheels of her vicious imagination turn.

Cindy and Katherine opened a bottle of wine that night and plotted.  Katherine had wrapped up two complicated cases and was sitting on a mountain of vacation time.  She would take 3 months off from her law firm and become the Girl Friday Mark Adams sought.  Cindy created the perfect resume for her and arranged the hire.

When Katherine arrived for her first day with Mark, he thought he had won a jackpot.  Katherine was professionally dressed in a conservative pantsuit, her physique all but hidden.  Her captivating face and 6-foot height gave him the sense that he was in the presence of a Viking queen.  He knew he had to have her.  For the next several weeks, she arranged his household.  It wasn’t complicated.  Mark was a brilliant savant as a blue sky creative type but was completely ill-equipped to manage his own life.  Instead, he spent his days and often nights playing video games non-stop.  Katherine scheduled housekeepers, landscapers and food delivery.  She made sure his mail was reviewed and sorted.  Within a week, she had convinced Mark to give her access to his finances so she could pay the bills.  While Mark played, Katherine accessed all of his financial accounts, his passwords, his entire history online.  She found evidence that his parents had recently passed and made him executor of their trust.  She accessed the trust accounts, amounting to $1 million, and found that no money had ever been distributed from them.  What she couldn’t find was their will.  She would have to keep looking for that.  Late one evening, while Mark slept, Katherine snooped through the house and made a shocking discovery.  In a locked room, she found file after file of photos of unconscious women who had been raped; one of the photos was of Cindy.  In a closet she found a veritable pharmacy of date rape drugs and heroin.  It was clear Mark was a serial rapist.  It was everything she could do to not kill him on the spot.  But she knew she had to be patient. 

A couple of weeks later, Katherine presented Mark with doctored evidence showing that his investments were not as lucrative as they should be.  She graciously offered to manage them for him.  It was like offering candy to a baby.   He readily signed over a durable power of attorney to Katherine without ever realizing that by doing so, he gave her full legal authority to sign anything on his behalf.  It was time to bring the pain.

Katherine came into Mark’s game room dressed like she had never been in front of him.  He looked up and froze.  His character in the game was killed immediately and he couldn’t have cared less.  Katherine was in a short skirt and a skin-tight top.  Her muscular long legs were the most beautiful Mark had ever seen.  Her torso was covered in sexy round bulges.  Her chest appeared huge, even if she didn’t seem to have large breasts.  Mark had to remind himself to breathe.  Looking into Katherine’s blue eyes were like getting lost in the Caribbean Sea.  She walked up to him with a pearly white smile and two glasses of expensive bourbon in her sexy long fingered hands.

“I thought you might need a drink.”  She said in a sultry voice.  “I sort of thought, we, might want a drink.”  Katherine gave Mark a sexy wink and a demure million-dollar smile.

 Mark never broke eye contact with Katherine as he took the drink from her hand and sipped deeply.  This was going to be good.

“I’ve been waiting for this.”  He said to her.  “I’m going to be the best you’ve ever had.”

Mark finished the glass and moved to put it down on a side table.  He missed and the glass tumbled to the floor.  Mark looked at it in confusion, then back up to a wavering vision of Katherine.  Then he joined the glass on the floor.

“Yep,” Katherine said to herself with a grin.  “You definitely are going to be the best I’ve ever had.”

Cindy strolled into the room as happy as she had been in years.  “Good job Kat.  He is totally your bitch.”

“Yeh,” Kat replied with a smile.  “Let’s go make him yours.”

Cindy leaned down and grabbed Mark’s limp arm and powered his dead weight over her shoulder.

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Mark had built a massive and well-equipped gym in his mansion’s basement; it was a gym that had never been used until today.  At one end of the gym was a large glassed-in shower area.  The women secured Mark’s wrists with leather straps Katherine had discovered in the mansion and suspended him from the ceiling in the tiled shower by his arms.  It would be much easier to clean up any messes here.   

After Mark was strung up, Katherine looked at Cindy with a mischievous smile.  “Do you think Angie would want to be here?”

“I think she’d be pissed if we didn’t ask.”  Cindy responded with a smirk.  “But just in case she doesn’t, we need to give her an out with some plausible deniability.  Cindy called Angie’s cel. 

“Hey Babe.” A deep melodious voice answered. 

“Hey Angie.  Kat and I are having a party and thought you might want to come up.  We have a special guest…hanging with us.”  Cindy couldn’t help but giggle.  “We thought you might want to, uh, come kick around with us for a few days.”

Angie laughed at the weird way Cindy was talking.  “Girl, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Just drive up here.  We’ll meet you at that diner we used to love going to.”

“You’re up to something Bitch.  I’ll be there in a couple of hours.

Mark heard voices and began to wake. 

“Oh look Cin, the douche bag is waking up!”   Katherine said.

Cindy stepped up to Mark and roughly slapped his face.  “Wakey Wakey.”

As the slaps cleared the cobwebs from his head, Mark’s eyes focused on the woman in front of him.  Her face looked familiar, but the body didn’t.  This woman was full of muscle.  Damn, she had muscles bigger than a man!  Mark noticed a strange feeling in his arms and looked up.  “What the hell.  And why am I hanging?”  he wondered.  The cobwebs clearly weren’t all gone yet.  He looked back down at Cindy, who was smiling at him.  Her deeply tanned body was very exposed in her tight workout shorts and a sports bra; It was ridged and rippling with large and sharply defined muscles.  The exception was her tantalizingly exposed cleavage and erect nipples. The face was so beautiful, the tits were spectacular, but the bod was gross.  “Why do I know her?”  he wondered.

“So, asshole, recognize me yet?”

Mark shook his head no.  Cindy held up the photo of her unconscious body from the night of the rape that Katherine had found.  Mark’s eyes went wide.  This wasn’t good. 

Cindy saw the glint of recognition and fear in Mark’s eyes.  “Ah!  There we go.  Now you remember.” 

Cindy brought her right knee up high in front of her.  Mark could see her wide calf muscles flanking both sides of her shin.  “Now it’s my turn.”

Quicker than lightning, Cindy’s right leg pivoted at the knee and the top of her sexy bare foot connected with Mark’s crotch.  His high-pitched scream was almost ear shattering.  Mark squinted his eyes closed and dropped his head down trying to will away the hurt.

Cindy mocked his pain. “You scream like a high school girl.  Shut!  Up!” 

Cindy’s body seemed to levitate as her powerful legs launched her straight up.  In midair she twisted her body completely around and unleashed a tornado kick.  Her foot struck the side of Mark’s face and snapped his head to the side.  Blood sprayed from his mouth and his scream became a gargle.  His was in so much pain that his neck felt like a wet noodle that wouldn’t support his head’s weight.  His head drooped, his chin coming to rest on his chest. 

“Yeah Babe!”  Katherine cheered.  “That was AWESOME!”

Cindy stepped back and executed a perfect jumping front kick.  Her foot came straight up and impacted Mark’s dangling head, snapping it straight back.  The women both heard the crunch of his nose breaking.  More blood and cries poured from Mark’s face.

“Oooo!” Katherine cringed.  “Me next!” 

Cindy backed away smiling and Katherine stepped in.  Mark was barely able to focus his eyes, but he finally saw Katherine. 

“You bitch!”  Mark wailed in a high-pitched cry.”  You work for me!  Don’t you know who I am?”  Mark spit blood.

“Oh I know.  You’re our bitch now.  Still think I’m hot?”

Mark did, in spite of himself.  Like Cindy, Katherine was dressed in revealing workout clothes.  Her skin was flawlessly pale.  She also had muscles everywhere, sleek and covered in thick blue veins.  Katherine didn’t have the full, erection inducing breasts that Cindy did.  Instead, Katherine had small breasts that barely stood apart from her thick pecs.  Katherine pulled her arms in front of her, bent at the waist and grunted into a crab flex.  Her pecs shredded into blocks and her traps rose above her shoulders high and proud. 

“God Kat, you’re so sexy.”  Cindy gushed.

Katherine relaxed the flex and turned her upper body to face Cindy.  “Thanks, Cin.  I’m lethal too.” 

Katherine suddenly whipped her torso back around and used its momentum to help drive a devastating hook into Mark’s unprotected belly.  Mark gasped and his eyes bulged as the air was forced from his body.  He desperately tried to inhale but couldn’t draw a breath.  Katherine smiled as he struggled.  Then her arms and fists became a blur as she unleashed brutal body blows on Mark’s torso.   With no air in his body he couldn’t scream, but the agonized wheezes and whimpers made his pain clear.  She focused a few punches on Mark’s ribs until they heard some snap.  Mark briefly found his voice, screaming again before passing out. 

Katherine looked back at Cindy, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat.  “That felt great.  The fucker’s out.  Let’s go meet Angie and pick this up again later.”

Cindy and Katherine went up the master suite, quickly showered and changed.  They grabbed Mark’s Range Rover and made the 30-minute drive to the diner to meet their amazonian best friend.

[seldom]

Wow! They might kill him if they're not careful!

[phil123]

And later he is running there household.

[sevenpeight]

WapWap you genius you. Your name is all too apt.

[WapWap]

Glad you're enjoying it.  Many twists to come!


Angie was waiting for the women in a booth with her back to the diner’s door.  When Cindy and Katherine walked in, they immediately saw her immense width.  Angie’s back was easily as big as the two of them side by side, and Cindy and Katherine were big girls.  If it wasn’t for her silky black hair pulled into a practical ponytail, one might have thought Angie was a giant of a man in the booth.  Angie wore a simple oversized sweatshirt.  The garment would have been oversized on a normal person, but it looked painted onto the gargantuan bulges of Angie’s upper body.  Cindy and Katherine slid into the booth opposite Angie and smiled like guilty schoolgirls.

“So, bitches,” Angie rested her elbows on the table, her wide biceps pressing tight against her sleeves.  “What is so important that you needed me to drive all the way up here.”

“Mark Adams.”  Cindy said.

A dark curtain fell over Angie’s expression as she gritted her teeth in disgust. 

“We’re sort of holding him hostage in his house.”  Katherine brought Angie up to speed on their nefarious activities. 

Cindy explained that today was the first day of the punishment they planned to mete out to Mark.  “We thought you might want to play, but we didn’t want to assume.  If you don’t, you can walk out of here with nothing to link you to him.”

Angie looked both women in the eye.  “I really appreciate your concern for my well-being.”  The grin on her face turned into a blood-curdling sneer.  She tensed and tilted her neck, causing a loud series of cracks.  “Take me to him.  Now.”

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Stan had had enough of Mark’s bullshit.  It felt like his entire adult life was directed by Mark’s behavior.  Mark cheated him out of an Ivy League education.  When their parents passed, they had inexplicably made Mark the executor of their estate.  Their $1 million trust was supposed to be shared equally between the boys.  Stan had yet to see a dime of it.  In his estimation, Mark was truly the Anti-Christ.  Over the years, Stan had gathered snippets of evidence that Mark was just as evil to other people.  The rumors that he had raped with impunity sickened Stan.  He felt compelled to lead a life that might, in some small way, counter-balance Mark’s sins.  After Stan graduated from community college with advanced degrees in accounting and marketing, he found a job with the largest women’s shelter and support center in the state.  In his time with them, Stan became a skilled fundraiser and managed the organization’s finances.  Mark may hurt women, but Stan would ensure that at least some would be protected and cared for.  This month though, cash flow was tighter than it had ever been.  If Stan only had his half of his parents’ estate, he could help float the shelter through.  But Mark refused to communicate with Stan. 

“To hell with him.”  Stan declared.  “He won’t be able to ignore me when I’m standing in his house.”

Stan drove to Mark’s opulent mansion and found himself barred by a gate.  Mark wouldn’t answer the gate bell.  Shocking.  Stan screamed in frustration and pulled his car parallel to the fence.  He climbed up onto his car’s roof, and then worked his way over the top of the fence.  He marched up to the front door, and found it locked.  Ringing the bell achieved nothing.  He walked around the house until he found an unlocked side door into the garage, and from there an unsecured door into the house.

“Mark!!  You asshat!!  I’m not leaving until you talk to me!!  Where are you!!”

Stan explored the house.  It took forever to look through the main floor, then through the upstairs rooms.  There was an empty glass on the table in the game room and the TV was still on, so the jerk had to be here somewhere.  Stan found a staircase down and descended into a basement gym.  He heard something.  He rounded the corner into an endless room full of expensive exercise equipment and rows of weights.  There he found Mark.  He was hanging from his arms in a giant shower, bloodied, bruised and with a ball gag in his mouth.  Stan couldn’t help but laugh.  Then he realized this was serious.

“Mark, what the fuck?”  Stan asked as sense of panic began to set in and he struggled to release the ball gag from Mark’s mouth. 

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As Cindy, Katherine and Angie were preparing to leave the diner, Katherine’s phone buzzed in alarm.  Katherine looked at the screen and her eyes widened, then widened again. 

“Shit!”  she growled.  “We have a break in!  We’ve got to go.  Cindy you go with Angie in her car.”

Katherine sprinted out of the diner, got in the Range Rover and peeled out of the parking lot.  Cindy and Angie followed her as fast as they could.  Katherine sped through the return trip in 20 minutes.  She saw a strange car pulled up next to the gate, but the gate was securely closed.  She opened it, pulled the Rover up to the front door and bounded inside as Angie pulled her car up.  Katherine headed directly to the security panel to locate the intruder.

“Gym!” she hissed.

Cindy sped down the stairs, and she heard voices.  She rounded the corner and ran into the gym, with Katherine and Angie close on her heels.  She saw a short skinny guy trying to free Mark.

Stan was still struggling with the ball gag when Mark’s face turned from anger into hysteria.  Stan suddenly found himself choking.  A huge tan arm gripped his neck and yanked him away from Mark.  Stan’s hands shot up to the thick, stony limb, but his weak grip would find no purchase on it.  He felt nothing but hard muscle restraining him.  On one side of his neck was a wide and rippling forearm.  On the other, a thick ball of bicep.  Stan’s adam’s apple was forced into the crook between the two rocky muscles.  He felt a hand palm the back of his head, forcefully shoving his neck deeper and deeper into the muscular vice.  Stan’s feet left the ground and his body swung around to face a mirrored wall.  There he saw the frightening image of his small body dangling from a very large arm as he was being choked out by a big and very angry woman.  As darkness closed in around his field of vision, he had strangely lucid thought about how beautiful she was.  Then blackness took him.

[seldom]

Well, I'm completely hooked! Bravo, and carry on!

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Thanks Seldom.  I love getting the feedback. 

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When Stan regained consciousness, he found himself restrained in the shower room not far from Mark.  Instead of being hung up, Stan was laying down on an incline bench, his legs hanging off either side.  His wrists were secured to a barbell on a rack over his head.  He tried to grip the bar and move it before he realized it had 800 pounds of plates on it.  Stan turned to see Mark, who was no longer gagged, but was clearly out of it.  He tried to push on the bar again.

“That barbell weighs 7 times what you do, pussy bitch.  You aren’t moving it anywhere.”  The voice was deep and threatening.

For the first time, Stan was able to see his muscle bound attackers as they walked into the shower room and surround him.  There was the big tanned one who choked him out, a powerful platinum blonde and the largest looking human he had ever seen.  The two blondes were in revealing exercise gear, their shredded and vascular bodies on full display.  The massive woman who spoke to him was in stretchy tights and a sweatshirt.  Even though none of her skin was showing, she couldn’t hide her bigger than life physique. 

Cindy straddled the end of the incline bench and sat down.  Now face to face, Stan realized that his thought that she was beautiful was a massive understatement.  But it wasn’t her beauty that was intimidating to Stan, it was her swollen musculature.  Her prominent breasts were set atop thick plates of striated muscle.  He was hypnotized by her breathing, which made her deeply set cobblestone abs roll.  Strange muscles slashed down along both side of her abs and descended, along with thick veins, into the waistband of her workout shorts.  Stan snapped his eyes up, embarrassed.  Cindy crossed her arms over her ample chest and regarded him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Like what you see, perv?”

“I’m sorry!”  Stan pleaded, not taking his eyes away from hers. 

“Who are you?  Why did you break in here?” The pale skinned musclewoman standing over him asked.

Stan’s frightened eyes looked up at Katherine, and then back down to Cindy.  He took a second too long to answer.  Cindy uncrossed her long arms and slapped Stan with an open palm.  It didn’t look like she tried to hit him that hard, but it felt like he had been pounded with a brick.  When he didn’t start talking right away, Cindy stood up and gripped him by his shirt collar.  She slapped him over and over, harder and harder.  Stan wailed in agony. 

“Please stop hurting me!  I’ll tell you anything!”

Cindy stopped hitting Stan and shook him hard.  “Talk fast or you’ll wind up like him.”  Cindy nodded at the groggy Mark.

Stan sang like a bird.  He told them he was Mark’s brother and that he had been trying to make Mark talk to him.  Katherine shook her head. 

“I’ve seen no evidence anywhere that the douchebag has a brother.  You’re lying.  You must be one of his disgusting friends.”

Cindy slapped Stan again, drawing another wounded cry from him.

The cries finally woke Mark up.  He saw the bitches beating up on Stan and laughed weakly.  This was priceless!

Katherine turned to the laughing Mark, “Well, is he your brother?”

“Keep hitting him, maybe he’ll tell you the truth.”  Mark sputtered with a grin.

The women looked at each other in confusion.  Mark was enjoying this too much.  Angie nodded towards the door and they walked out, leaving Stan and Mark alone.

Stan breathed deeply and tried to stop crying.  It only made Mark laugh at him more. 

“You asshole!” Stan wailed.  Here we go one more time.  You’ve clearly done something to these women and now I’m going to pay for your shit AGAIN!”

Mark’s laughter caused sharp pains to radiate from his cracked ribs.  He looked at Stan with disdain and hissed, “I couldn’t care less about you and what you pay for.  You’re weak and you deserve everything you get!”

The women stood out of sight of the shower room, but within earshot.  “Do you think there’s a chance he’s telling the truth?”  Cindy asked.

Katherine thought for a minute.  We’ve got his wallet, so we know where he lives.  “Later tonight after dark, I’ll go to his place and toss it.  I’ll find out who he really is.”

Angie looked impatient.  “In the meantime, I still haven’t had a chance to play.  I didn’t come here to break some scrawny nobody.  I want Adams.”

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As soon as the three walked back into the shower, Stan and Mark shut up.  Cindy and Katherine leaned against the glass shower wall while Angie strolled up to Mark.  He tried to restrain his gasp at her size. 

“Well look at who I finally get to meet.”  Angie’s deep bass voice reverberated through Mark’s body as she looked down on him like he was a worthless worm.

Angie ran her fingers up Mark’s flat chest.  They were rough like sandpaper on his bare skin.  When her hand reached his neck, she gently wrapped her fingers all the way around the narrow stump.  Angie smiled at him as she lifted her index finger to tickle Mark’s earlobe.  Her smile remained as she tightened her fingers around his neck.  Mark began to convulse almost immediately as he fought to breathe.  When he turned purple and was on the cusp of unconsciousness, Angie released him.  Mark gulped in air as Angie laughed. 

“What a fragile little bitch.” 

She patted him on the cheek twice.  The third pat had enough force to spin his head around so hard, Mark thought it might snap off.  He was truly afraid for his life now.  The size of this beast of a woman was incomprehensible.  He was about to learn how true that really was.

Angie began to strip off her sweatshirt.  As tight as it was around her upper body, it was strangely loose around her waist.  She crossed her arms, grabbed onto the dangling hem and peeled the sweatshirt over her head and off her thick arms with difficulty.  In the process, Angie turned her back to Mark.  Underneath, Angie was topless.  Cindy and Katherine both gawked at their first view of Angie’s god-like upper body. 

“Oh my fucking GOD!”  Cindy whispered as she put her hand over her mouth.  “Angie!  How did you get so big?”

“You like?” Angie said saucily.

Katherine’s hand immediately dropped to her crotch and she began to massage herself.  An erotic chill when up Cindy’s spine that was visible as a quaking in her limbs.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”  Angie smirked proudly.  “Take a good look at my temple.” 

With that Angie dramatically hefted her arms into most imposing double bicep either woman had ever seen.  Angie’s 21-inch peaks rose majestically.  Stan had to blink over and over to believe what he was seeing from the side.  Her waist was thick, at least two of him thick.  But compared to the thickness of her upper body, Angie’s waist looked positively waifish.  Her upper torso was easily four times as deep. 

Mark’s view of Angie’s show was horrifying to a man who viewed women as toys for his pleasure.  Her mass of beef made his dick shrivel and his testicles retreat.  Her back was cartoonishly big and looked like a giant inverted pyramid.  The women Mark liked to ogle had actual backbones you could see.  The fitter ones might have some muscle on the side of their spines.  The spine on this monster was buried in a canyon of muscle inches deep.  Two vertical columns rose up from her waist like pillars.  As they rose on her back, they widened and appeared to support a landscape of bulges that roiled and twitched like independently living creatures.  Giant etched balls of shoulder guarded the pathway to her arms.  Rising from those arms were tall rounded biceps that stood above the landscape of muscle like observatories.  Her forearms pressed against the angry veiny biceps, looking as thick as his legs.  Mark shivered uncontrollably.

Angie uncoiled her arms with a wink to her girlfriends, then she turned around to face Mark.  With a vicious scowl, Angie extended her arms out to her sides, palms down.  She began to wiggle her fingers, which caused ripples like slithering pythons in her forearms.  She clenched her fists and tensed herself.  Big veins appeared all over her arms.  Slowly, so slowly, Angie curled her arms in towards her chest.  Every second brought more of her mass into contraction.  Veins popped, striations formed, bulging muscle rippled.  Her traps rose from her back like rocky mountains emerging from the swells of an angry ocean.  Angie’s nostrils began to flare.  Then she bared her teeth and began a low growl.  By the time her arms were fully in front of her, Angie was in a full roar.  Mark pissed himself.

Angie relaxed her flex and stood at her full 6’2 height over the quaking Mark.  She held onto his neck, unhooked his wrists from the ceiling and lowered him to his feet.  Mark was so weak and fearful, that he had to lean into Angie’s hand around his throat to stay upright.  Angie had other plans. Her free paw grabbed Mark by the crotch.  She pressed him over her head and slammed him down onto the tile floor.  Mark’s battered body writhed.  Angie stripped off her tights and reached for Mark’s head.  She grabbed two handfuls of hair and brought his head up to her crotch. 

“Showing you how weak you are is making me horny.  You’re going to fix that.”

Mark was delirious with fear.  His face was nearing a snarling vagina that would consume him.  Her massive clit was erect and sticking straight out of her slit like a temple guardian.  As Mark’s face was pressed against the dripping wet maw, he did the only thing his fear would let him do:  He bit down.

Angie screamed, more in shock than in pain.  Mark had bitten down on her clit, but he was so weak, that there wasn’t much force behind it.  Angie unleashed a crippling backhand on Mark’s face that dropped him to the floor.  Cindy and Katherine rushed to help, but Angie waved them off.

“I’m fine.”  She told them, “But he won’t be.” 

Angie saw a tooth on the floor that she had slapped out of Mark’s mouth and began to laugh.  To Mark it sounded like a drumbeat of doom.

“Boy, you’ve given me a great idea.” 

Angie gripped Mark around the neck, lifted him to waist height and tilted his head up to face her. 

“You use your teeth on me?  Then you lose them.”

Mark looked up at his tormenter with renewed fear as she pulled up a big fist over his face. 

Angie’s first punch went straight down onto Mark’s mouth with measured force.  Her knuckles struck his front teeth and knocked out four of them.  Mark shrieked in pain and spit out the teeth.  Angie grinned cruelly, then proceeded to continue her fist driven dismantling of his dental work until Mark had no teeth left.  She dropped his bleeding and unconscious body on the floor and walked over to Stan.  Cindy and Katherine hung Mark back up.  Stan whimpered with unrestrained fear as he looked up at Angie.  When she reached her hands out to him, he started to screech.  She took hold of his pants and ripped them apart and threw them to the side leaving him naked from the waist down.  She gripped the collar of his t-shirt, effortlessly ripped it off his body then turned and walked back to Mark.  Angie used Stan’s t-shirt as a towel, soaking up her sweat.  When she was done, she wadded up the wet cloth and jammed it in Mark’s toothless mouth as a bandage for his bleeding gums.

“Alright,” Angie roared,” I was getting horny and that little fuck was going to get me off.  Now what am I going to do!” 

Angie looked lasciviously at Cindy and Katherine, who slowly approached her with lust in their eyes as well.  Cindy caressed Angie’s upper body and worshiped her nipples with butterfly kisses.  Katherine went low and chewed at Angie’s clit like it was a piece of candy from the angels.  Angie was so worked up that it took no time for her to reach climax. 

Girl cum streamed down Angie’s legs as her eyes bored into Stan’s.  He was mortally embarrassed and tried to look anywhere but at the naked woman.  Angie reveled in his discomfort as she lowered herself to sit on the end of his incline bench.  Her sodden sex squished on the vinyl covering. 

“Eye’s front, pussy bitch!”  Angie growled at him.  “Girls, your turn.  Come to Mama.”

Stan reluctantly looked up at the most frightening person he ever imagined while Cindy and Katherine approached, pulling off their shorts and bras.  Angie took them each roughly by the waist and pulled them to either side of her.  She snaked her massive arms straight out between their legs until her unflexed biceps rested under their moist crotches.  Angie raised her limbs up until the two big women were lifted from their feet.  Both women squealed in surprise and pleasure as they scrambled for a grip on Angie’s delts and traps.  Angie gave a deep throated laugh, then lowered them just enough so that they could stand on their tiptoes.  Angie glared at Stan again, then flexed her arms hard.  Her inhuman bicep peaks rose and pressed hard into Cindy and Katherine’s vaginas.  Both women moaned loudly.  Angie moved her wrists and manipulated her muscles so that the hard balls massaged them with erogenous vigor.  Both Cindy and Katherine swiveled their hips and rode themselves to mind blowing bicep driven orgasms, bellowing out their screams of delight.

Stan stared at the sight as ordered by Angie.  He was beet red.  Watching this was wrong!  But in spite of the shame, Stan couldn’t help but be consumed by arousal.  The display of muscle, the intoxicating power, the scent of sex, the raw sex appeal of the three women all conspired to turn Stan into a panting dog.  His erection was harder than it had ever been in his life. 

“Hey Cindy,” Angie said, nodding to Stan’s stiff penis, “The scrawny one likes us when we play.”

Cindy looked at Stan’s erection with disgust. 

“You fucking pervert.”  Cindy cursed as she dismounted Angie’s arm.  The muscles on her thick legs heaved and hardened as she stomped over to his side.  She lifted a leg over Stan, her thick dangling hamstring on full display.  Stan was alternately filled with lust and fright.  As Cindy powered her foot down on his exposed testicles, he was consumed by pain and then darkness.

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Great story, WapWap!  Gotta love your girls: horny and dominant muscle babes! I also like the tension between Mark and Stan's reactions to the girls' action. Looking forward to more havoc!

[WapWap]

The women left their unconscious victims and went to shower.  When they were dressed, Cindy retrieved Stan’s car and stashed it in the garage while Angie made dinner.  Katherine took the Range Rover for a visit to Stan’s home.

He lived in a garden apartment in much less affluent part of town.  It wasn’t bad, just old and run down.  Katherine arrived after dark and was able to enter the apartment using Stan’s keys without being seen.  His one-bedroom apartment was sparely furnished; He certainly didn’t have much stuff.  Katherine found Stan’s computer and was quickly able to start piecing together his real identity.  Stan Adams was, in fact, Mark’s brother.  She found old family photos and sure enough, there were the two boys, recognizable even at a young age.  Katherine was intrigued by this mystery.  With Mark’s enormous online presence, how had there been no hint of a brother?  There were other mysteries.  She identified the women’s shelter as Stan’s employer.  He made an ok salary, but he had almost nothing in his bank account.  This apartment certainly didn’t cost much.  She soon found that he donated much of his wages back into the shelter.  He was intentionally living like a monk, but why?  Katherine began to sweep the apartment and located a file cabinet full of interesting discoveries.  The most vivid were Stan’s college files.  Katherine found the story that Stan had uncovered about Mark’s sabotage of his college ambitions.  She also found a copy of the will left by Stan and Mark’s parents. 

“Damn,” she thought, “this explains the untouched trust that Mark controlled.  That fuck was supposed to share it.”

Katherine worked through the night.  She built a narrative around Stan’s life that made perfect sense but was utterly unbelievable.  He was a good man who had lived through intolerable abuses by his own brother. 

Katherine left the apartment as the sun was rising.  She quietly closed the front door and turned to leave but was brought up short by a tiny elderly woman looking at her from the doorway of the opposite apartment.

“Well hi there deary!”  The elderly woman said cheerily.  “I’m Nancy.  Are you a friend of Stan’s?”

Katherine was startled but recovered quickly.  “Yes, I am.”  She said with a gracious smile and a friendly tilt of her head.

Nancy looked tickled.  “Oh! That’s so wonderful!  I’m so glad to see Stan dating and making friends!  That boy works so hard and is such a good person.  He deserves to be happy.  He helps me with my shopping.  Those bags get so heavy, you know.”

“Mm hmm,” Katherine said patiently.  “Have you known Stan long?”

“Oh, yes.  Since he moved in five years ago.  He’s been a godsend to me.  He’s so caring and attentive.  All he does is take care of other people.  Not like that awful brother of his.  Stay away from that one, dearie.  He’s just a mean so and so.  He’s done nothing but cheat our brilliant boy.”

“Thanks for the warning, Nancy.  I’ll watch out for him.  It was nice talking to you.” 

Katherine turned and walked away as the blood drained from her face.

Nancy waved.  “Bye dearie!  I hope I get to see you again!”

The knot in Katherine’s stomach was almost crippling as she got in the Range Rover and rushed back to the mansion. 

“Dear God, what have we done.”