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This story was adapted from a gay muscle snuff lovers website.  It's long & includes violence, gore, sex, a shemale, muscles etc.  Well, you know what to expect from me... :-)

Olga the Muscleguard
- by John
shemaled :-) and tuned by DEA
Becoming a prisoner in a totalitarian state is easy and never safe - a violent shemale story

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Olga got out of bed and stood before the mirror. She was totally nude. She always slept in the nude. She yawned and slowly flexed her massive 30 inch arms in a double biceps pose. She watched with approval as the shredded muscle jumped to attention even at this early hour. Her biceps and triceps were truly enormous, with hard, bulging fibers of muscle clearly visible under her sun-tanned skin and veins crisscrossing everywhere. She then placed her hands on her hips and flexed her pecs, lats and abs. Her gigantic 85 inch bust bulged with muscle. Her huge pecs and tits pushed out from her ribcage, big and thick and striated with rippling muscle fibers. The cleavage between those two huge pieces of meat must have been fifteen inches deep. Her delts looked like bowling balls of muscle capping shoulders that were more than twice as wide as her hips. Thick, wide lats flared out to the sides, tapering down to her narrow, athletic hips and muscular, big ass. Her 8-pack abs looked like a washboard. Shit, her waist was only 30 inches, tiny on a body that was packed with 450 pounds of muscle. She flexed her quads and watched the huge slabs of muscle spring to attention at her command. Fibers and veins were everywhere. Her thighs measured an enormous 40 inches, more than her waist. Her calves were 28 inches, bigger than most guys' thighs. She smiled as she saw just how huge and shredded she was. Her blue eyes and long blond hair betrayed her roots in Siberia. She was dreadful and pretty at the same time. A goddess to die for...

She started to get hard as she looked at her body in the mirror and thought about the day ahead. She was gonna have a lot of fun. She loved her job as the muscleguard. She was gonna lift tons of heavy weights, eat tons of good food, snuff out some chickens just for fun, as many as she wanted, and fuck the shit out of at least five or six chickens. Her record was ten fucks in one day. Ten chickens fucked to death by Olga the Muscleguard.

Olga had been the Muscleguard at the Zhigrov Prison Camp for six months. During that time she had put on 40 more pounds of muscle, going from 410 to 450 pounds at her height of 7 feet 2 inches. She was a giant, bigger and stronger than most men in the world, and she was still young - only 19 years old. She was gonna keep getting bigger and stronger.

    Olga was the only child of two elite members of the old Soviet sports
machine. Both her mother and father were shot-putters of the Soviet track and field
team. They were each plucked out of their villages in Siberia at a young age by
Soviet sports officials because they were the biggest and strongest girl and boy in
their whole region. Then they were trained at the special sports camp where they
lifted weights, ate huge amounts of food and got constant injections of steroids
and other muscle-building hormones and drugs. They got tremendously big and
strong and they both became champion shot-putters. And they were both very
aggressive. Big, strong, aggressive athletes. The sports machine encouraged them
to mate with each other so they could produce a child even bigger and stronger than they were. They produced Olga. Olga weighed 12 pounds when she was born. She was a big, healthy baby and a big, healthy infant. Olga thrived in the care of her huge parents. They knew she was going to be a great athlete, bigger and stronger than they were and they did everything to make it real, maybe too much. Besides her size, there was another unusual thing on Olga. Due to the strong genetic manipulation and hormones she had been given nearly since she was born, some secondary effects appeared soon. Her little, still innocent sex slowly changed into something that nobody expected - a penis. Moreover, both of her parents unfortunately died in a plane crash when Olga was only two years old and then there was nobody else willing to protect her. She was considered a monster, a failure, and she was sent to an ordinary orphanage close to Moscow.

    Almost immediately everyone at the orphanage could see that Olga was
different. She was much bigger and stronger than any of the other kids of her age, both girls and boys and she loved to show off her strength by lifting heavy objects and by beating up other kids. Olga would pick up a tricycle on the playground and press it up and down several times with ease. No other kid could lift the thing off the ground. She already also became quite aggressive. Olga loved to walk up to another kid and punch him in the gut. She loved the feeling of her knuckles hitting the flesh of another human being. She loved watching the expression on the face of the other kid as the miserable little wimp buckled over in pain. Then she flexed her arm and watched her muscles in her shoulder and triceps bulge, the muscles that had just smashed her fist into the soft gut of the pathetic weakling. It seemed like this aggression was bred into Olga, just like her obsession with her muscles. Olga smiled as she watched her muscles bulge under her skin. She liked being big and strong. To her, the weakling deserved to get beaten up. That was just the way things were. Olga was big and strong and Olga could beat up anyone she wanted. And she loved doing it.

   Because Olga was so much bigger and stronger than kids her own age, the
officials at the orphanage put her with kids who were much older. Even then, Olga
attacked the older kids. At least they could fight back. Olga didn't care. She loved to
fight. And she usually won.

    By the time Olga was 13 years old, she was already bigger and stronger than
the oldest kids in the orphanage. She stood 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed 255
pounds, all solid muscle. The orphanage had a weight room and Olga ruled it.

    At 14 years old she was 6'4" and weighed 295 pounds. She was so much bigger and stronger than anyone else that it wasn't even funny. She didn't pick on the kids in the orphanage anymore. She liked to escape into town regularly and get into fights with older men, punching them out and breaking their bones. She liked the sound of bones breaking.

    A year later, just after she raped and killed one of her teachers (a female), Olga escaped from the orphanage for good. After she left the orphanage, Olga joined a gym in Moscow and supported herself by working for the Russian Mafia as an enforcer. Olga was the youngest enforcer and the only woman in the mob, but she was one of the most lethal. She loved making her victims suffer before she snuffed them out. She loved watching her huge muscles bulge as they crushed the bodies of her victims like steel vises. She loved toying and raping her prey, both men and women; raping them to death with her huge cock and muscles. Olga loved her work.

    Olga kept growing and getting stronger. Besides working out twice a day in
the gym, she also became a skilled street fighter. For the first time she also had the perfect nutrition. The mob made sure Olga had plenty of food, supplements and steroids. By the time she turned 18 years old she was 6'8" and weighed 400 pounds. By now she was the most feared enforcer of the entire mob in whole Moscow. She was a lethal machine and she took pleasure in her work, making her victims suffer to the extreme before she snuffed them out. If the mob gave Olga a hit order on you, you would suffer a fate worse than death before actually being dead. Sometimes Olga would snuff her hits in front of the punk's girlfriend, friends or family.

       As the wife looked on in horror, Olga would rip the arms off her husband.
She was so strong she could just jerk off a guy's arm like she was pulling off the leg
of a turkey. Then she'd take the bloody arm and use it like a club to savagely beat the
head and face of her prey until it looked like bloody pulp. Then she'd crush the guy's
ribs between her huge hands like she was crushing a cardboard box. Blood would be
gushing out of the hapless victim's mouth. He'd look up at the huge bitch who was
smashing him, pleading for mercy. But there would be none. Olga would laugh at
the little weakling's pleas and then flex her big muscles as if to say "You ain't shit
compared to these, punk. They're gonna snuff you out like a bug, and they won't
even have to work hard doin' it." Then, when the guy was almost dead from pain
and bleeding, Olga would place her hands on the sides of the guy's head and force
them together with the brute power of her huge pecs. Instantly, the little punk's skull
would be crushed like a piece of fruit by the massive muscles of Olga's young body.
Brains would spurt out of the smashed skull like shit. Olga would smile as she
watched her big hands crush the skull like paper mâché. Sometimes, instead of the
skull crushing, Olga would grab the punk's neck with her big hand and snap it like a
twig. Then she'd rip the head off the body, and hand it to the punk's wife before playing sadistically with the poor woman too. No witness. Another hit for the mob. Olga was the best.

    Olga's reputation spread throughout most of the ex-Soviet Union. One person who heard about her was general Tarik, the absolute ruler of Tazikistan. General Tarik ruled by fear and intimidation. His police routinely rounded up opponents and put them in Zhigrov prison, one of the most miserable places in the world. He wanted life at the prison to be as horrible as it could possibly be. He wanted all his countrymen to know what could happen to them if they dared to disobey him. He thought Olga would make a perfect guard at the prison. A muscleguard. A gigantic, muscular guard who would intimidate the prisoners just by her sheer physical presence. A huge physical specimen who would be given absolute freedom to do whatever she wanted to the prisoners. General Tarik smiled as he thought of it. Olga the Muscleguard would be the symbol of the general's absolute power and supremacy. She would crush anyone she wanted.

    So general Tarik sent his men to Moscow and offered Olga a big sum of
money to come to Tazikistan and become the main guard at Zhigrov prison. The job
sounded great to Olga. She would have all the food, supplements and drugs she
wanted. She'd be able to work out in a big gym with all the equipment she wanted
and thousands of pounds of weights and get even bigger and stronger than she already
was. And there were thousands of pathetic little prisoners just waiting to get snuffed
by her big muscles. She could do whatever she wanted to them. She was goddess. All she had to do was to eat, work out and fuck up as many prisoners as she wanted. This sounded like a lot of fun to Olga and she was on the next flight to Tazikistan.

...

       As Olga was flexing her muscles in the mirror, she heard a knock on the door.
She opened the door to see a little guard holding a tray with a hypodermic needle and
some vials of liquid.
"Your morning drugs, madam," said the guard, visibly trembling at the sight of the huge, nude babe standing in front of him. The guard looked to be about the same age as Olga, 19 years old, but he was a shrimp compared to the giant Russian. He probably weighed about 130 pounds, which looked like nothing compared to Olga's 450 pounds of solid muscle. Olga was the ruler of the prison and she ruled the guards just like she ruled the prisoners. She outweighed all the other guards by at least 300 pounds. All the other guards treated her with utmost respect because they didn't want to get on the wrong side of all that muscle.

       Olga inspected the vials to make sure they were the right drugs. Two
steroids, a human growth hormone and another drug that Olga got from a secret
laboratory in Moscow. She nodded her head in approval. Then she looked at the little
guard and said, "OK, you know what to do. Get to work." She turned around, so her
huge, muscular butt was facing the guard. The guard swallowed hard in awe when staring closely at her naked, tight ass and poked the syringe into the first vial
and sucked out the muscle-building liquid. Then he pushed the syringe into the huge
mass of muscle in Olga's butt and injected the drug. Olga could barely feel the
needle going into her flesh. She was so big and had so much muscle in her ass that
the needle was nothing to her. The guard did this four times, two injections into each
globe of Olga's massive butt, but still couldn't cope with the arousing view every time he did it. But touching it... no way! He always remembered one of the guards, who was said to be foolish enough to try to lick Olga's magnificent ass. She only laughed and the other day, they found him dead - raped and crushed beyond recognition.

Olga felt a rush surge through her body as the drugs entered her bloodstream, a rush of testosterone and other hormones. Her pride - her cock started to harden. She felt super strong and super aggressive. She was ready to kick some ass.

    When the guard finished the shots, Olga turned around and faced him.
Olga's cock was now almost hard, as the muscle-building drugs surged through her
body, drugs that would make her get even bigger and stronger than she already was.
The guard gasped as he looked at Olga's huge body and her thick cock. Olga's stiff
cock was about 15 inches long and as thick as a beer can. More than a foot long, big
and thick, and as hard as a steel rod. It was huge and hard, just like the rest of her
body. Olga smiled at the guard's gaping stare. She was no longer ashamed of it, on the contrary, she loved having and using it. Moreover, for most of the people who had the outstanding chance to see her that way, she often was the very last person they saw at all. Everyone, both men and women, had the same reaction to her. They were overwhelmed by her physical superiority. She flexed hers arms and looked proudly at the 30 inch mass of biceps and triceps in her upper arms.
"Feel those monsters, Tarok," she ordered the trembling guard. "Those monsters are gonna have a lot of fun today. This big cock's gonna have a lot of fun too."
The guard put his little fingers on Olga's huge biceps. He squeezed as hard as he could, but he couldn't make the slightest dent in the rock-hard muscle. Then he put both of his hands around Olga's flexing arm and even with both hands he couldn't get his fingers around even half of its huge girth. Olga smiled with a look of sheer arrogance.
"Fucking strong, Tarok. Stronger than 10 of those little chickens." Olga grabbed
Tarok's hand and placed it on her big, thick cock. "This big weapon's gonna burst
through some tight chicken asses today. It's gonna have a lot of fun." Tarok felt a
chill run up his spine as he thought about Olga's huge, rock-hard cock ramming up
some poor chicken's ass. He was sure glad he was a guard.

    "Time for breakfast," Olga said as she turned around and bumped the guard
out of the way with her voluptuous chest. She put on a pair of boots and some workout
shorts as the guard stood there, trying not to stare at her tits nor her cock. Then she
swaggered out of the room, topless, with the guard following her like a little puppy dog.

    Breakfast was served outside, in Olga's gym. The prison had a huge outside
yard where all the prisoners were kept during the day. The General had fenced off a
large area next to the building and had installed a huge amount of exercise equipment
and weights. This was Olga's gym. The chain link fence permitted all the prisoners
to see the entire gym and to see Olga's massive body as she worked out. There were
mirrors for Olga to watch her bulging muscles as she worked them and there was a
table for eating. And Olga did a lot of eating.

    As Olga strutted through the prison door into her gym, all the prisoners
immediately stopped talking and stared at the huge muscleguard. Most of them
started trembling in fear. They knew the muscleguard was capable of ripping them in
half any time she felt like it. And they knew that a few of them were going to be snuffed
by Olga's muscles today. Olga loved to snuff the chickens. Olga walked up to the
fence and flexed her biceps. "Check 'em out, chickens," she said in Russian. "You
little chickens ain't nothing compared to these monsters. These monsters are gonna
fuck you up real good today. But first they gotta get fed. They gotta get fed lotsa
food so they can grow even bigger and stronger so they can fuck up you pathetic little
weak chickens even better." The prisoners mostly couldn't understand any of Olga's
Russian, but they knew well what she was saying. They trembled in fear.

    The prisoners were puny. The people of Tazikistan were small to begin
with. The tallest men were only about 5'8" tall, a more foot shorter than Olga, and
most of them were 5'6" or less. They all had dark skin, dark hair and dark eyes. The
contrast between their puny, dark bodies, dark hair and dark eyes and Olga's huge
golden tan body, blond hair and blue eyes was incredible. The prisoners received
two meals a day at the prison, and each meal consisted only of a watery soup and a
piece of stale bread. So they were really scrawny, most of them weighing no more
than 120 pounds. And they were hungry all the time.

end of pt.1

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Olga the Muscleguard, part 2

Olga sat down at the table for breakfast. The guards had already brought out
her meal. On the table were two big steaks, cooked blood-rare, two roasted
chickens, a dozen scrambled eggs, a huge bowl of rice, some potatoes and lots of
fruit. The prisoners could smell the aroma of Olga's food. There was enough food
there to feed 20 prisoners for a week and Olga was going to eat it all in one meal – a breakfast. There was a look of total desperation on the faces of the prisoners as Olga sat down to eat. She smiled and flexed her arms. "Time to feed these big monsters," she said. "Then they'll smash you little chickens into fuckin' pulp." Olga let out a
loud roar. All the prisoners jumped. Maybe they couldn't understand her Russian,
but they could sure understand her roar. Olga was like the dark queen and she could do whatever she wanted.

    Then Olga started gobbling her food. She didn't use a knife and fork. It was
much more efficient for her to tear apart the chickens with her hands and stuff the
meat into her mouth. She ripped the blood-rare beef off the steaks with her teeth. She
stuffed the rice and potatoes into her mouth with her hands. She wolfed down the food
like an efficient eating machine. Just for fun she threw some chicken bones into the
prison yard. The prisoners piled on each other, trying to grab the bones which might
have a shred of meat left on them. Olga laughed at the pathetic little prisoners. Then
she took another huge bite of chicken breast, eating almost the whole breast in one big
bite. Olga ate all the food on the table. She washed the food down with beer as she
ate, drinking a half gallon of beer in the process. When she finished, she let out a loud
burp and patted her stomach, which was still flat and rippling with muscle even
though it now contained many pounds of food. "Time to pump these muscles," she
said.

    That morning she was going to work out her chest. She lifted weights twice a
day, hitting a different bodypart each time. She strutted over to the bench press
machine and loaded 300 pounds on the bar. This was her warm up. She cranked out
15 easy reps and then started her work sets, increasing the weight with each set -
500, 600, 650, 700, 750 and finally 800 pounds for three grueling reps.
When she finished, her skin was dripping with sweat. Her pumped pecs were red and
bulging, her nipples grew erect. The huge mounds of muscle and tit meat were striated with fibers and covered with veins. The cleavage between those two huge pieces of beef was more than a foot deep. She flexed his pecs in the mirror and smiled.

    Next she did six sets of incline dumbbell presses, increasing the poundages
until she was using 250 pound dumbbells for her last set. By now her whole upper
body was pumped to the max. The muscle was almost jumping out of her skin. The
prisoners stood in awe as they watched the huge young muscleguard lift dumbbells
that were so heavy that 10 of them, straining together, would not have been able to
press what Olga was pressing with one arm.

    Then she did six sets of decline dumbbell presses using the same huge
poundages as she used for the incline presses. By now her pecs and tits were bulging out of her chest like huge balloons. But these balloons were pure, solid muscle. Her 85 inch chest was now pumped to at least 90 inches of rock hard muscle. Her big nipples were completely erect. Sweat covered her whole body and rivulets dripped off her bulging, brutally big bust. Olga was pumped to the max.

    She took a big drink of water, turned to the prisoners and smiled. "Time for
some chicken flyes," she said. She strutted over to the fence, opened the gate and
walked out into the yard. The prisoners tried to run, but Olga was very fast and very
coordinated for a big girl and she easily caught up to a group of chickens and grabbed
two of them by the backs of their shirts. She sized them up, making sure there were
about the same weight, about 100 pounds. They looked to be about the same age as
Olga, just out of their teens. But they were nothing compared to the huge, blond
monster. Olga towered over the two trembling youths like a giantess. She was a foot and a half taller and 350 pounds heavier than the puny little chickens. She had to smile at this difference. The big, muscular girl, who was born and bred to be huge, strong and aggressive, was going to have some fun with the pathetic, weak, little chickens. She dragged them back into the weight pen and closed the gate. The prisoners had a look of total horror on their faces.

    "You little chickens are gonna make yourselves useful," said Olga. With a
chicken in each hand, she lay down on the bench. She extended her arms out, still holding on to the prisoners. She looked over at her right arm and the helpless chicken. She had more muscle in that one huge arm than the little chicken had in his whole body. Olga smiled with a look of total superiority. She turned her face back to look straight up. Then she raised her arms up, bringing them together like she was doing dumbbell flyes, with the chickens as the dumbbells. The overwhelming force of her muscles smashed the two chickens into each other with incredible speed. Olga's eyes lit up as she saw the bodies crashing together. The chickens cried out in pain but Olga just giggled. She liked watching her muscles smash other human flesh. She lowered her arms and did it again. "Smash!" Olga's huge muscles smashed the two chickens into each other like they were two pillows. Big bruises and welts sprang out on their bodies and she thought she heard some bones cracking. Olga started to feel her chest being pumped to burst. Chicken flyes were good for bringing out the definition in her huge pecs. This was one of her favorite exercises. She did rep after rep, smashing the bodies of the two chickens together again and again until she had finished 15 reps. The chickens only weighed about 100 pounds, so this was easy for Olga. It was so easy that she could get such speed in her arms that she was quickly changing both of them into a pulp. She liked watching the bodies smash together. She liked watching the faces of the chickens, contorted with fear and pain. She liked hearing their cries as the pain raced through their pathetic little bodies. She liked to smash chickens with her big muscles.

    When she finished, Olga dropped the chickens on the ground and flexed her
mounds. "Nice pump," she said as she looked at the shredded, bulging muscle in the
mirror. While she was flexing, one of the chickens tried to crawl away from the
bench. Olga looked down and laughed evilly. She walked over to the crawling chicken and picked him up so he was standing. Then she lifted him off the ground with one hand, and with the other one, with a burst of incredible power, she threw a devastating karate chop at the chicken's thigh, immediately shattering the bone. Then she re-grasped him, took her other hand and smashed it into the other thigh, breaking that bone too. Then she dropped him down, grabbed the chicken's right arm and squeezed hard. The chicken howled in pain but Olga just smiled and with a twist of her huge wrist,
snapped the bone in his forearm like a twig. Then she grabbed the other arm and snapped it too. Then she picked up the chicken like a sack of potatoes and threw him back over to the workout bench. "You're just my fuckin' weight, chicken. You ain't goin' nowhere. You don't need arms and legs to be my weight, you little slut!"

     She walked over to the other chicken, who was lying on his back on the
other side of the bench, trembling in fear. "Good, chicken," she said, smiling viciously at the puny prisoner. Then she lifted her huge right foot high off the ground and stomped her boot into the chicken's crotch with all the power of her 450 pound body and legs that could squat with 1,000 pounds. The incredible force of Olga's boot completely
crushed the chicken's genitals and pulverized the bones of his pelvis.
"Good chickens get fucked up too," she said as she watched the little youth writhe in
abject pain.

    She grabbed the backs of the shirts of the two chickens, lay down on the
bench again and started her second set of chicken flyes. She smashed the two helpless weaklings into each other another 15 times. She loved hearing the sound of the bodies hitting each other and the sounds of the chickens crying in pain. She loved
seeing her huge bust and arms flex as they easily lifted the 100 pound living dumbbells and smashed them together. The more she heard and saw the harder she smashed. The sights and sounds of the smashing sent extra adrenaline and testosterone surging though her big body, making her even more aggressive. By the end of her set, the two chickens looked like bloody pulps.

    When she finished her set, she kept holding onto backs of their shirts and sat
up on the bench. "You're wasted," she said looking at the miserable, nearly unconscious chickens, who were so battered and bloody they were almost not recognizable as human beings. "You served your purpose. I need some fresh meat." At that, she held the two little chickens so they were facing each other, with her huge hands on their backs. Then she forced her arms together, pressing in on their chests. "Crack crack crack crack crack crack!" Instantly all the bones in their ribs were broken by the enormous force of Olga's muscles. Her hands moved closer and closer together like a steel vise until they were only about three inches apart. Olga had simply smashed them flat. Their lungs were now completely collapsed and blood gushed out of
their mouths. Olga smiled as she looked at her bulging muscles. She liked the look of
the rippling muscle as it crushed anything in its way. Smashing these two unfortunates into a pulp was a child play for Olga's muscles. They were having a lot of fun.

    The chickens were now almost dead. Olga released her iron grip and
grabbed them by the necks. Then she slowly squeezed the thick fingers on her huge hands. The muscles in her rippling forearms bulged. Her 25 inch forearms looked like big bowling pins and the muscles writhed like snakes. Veins were everywhere under her
skin. She squeezed their scrawny necks until her hands were almost completely
closed. Their little necks, their throats and veins were completely crushed by the deadly strength of Olga's fingers. With his last bit of life, one of the chickens looked over at Olga's huge muscles that were crushing him to death and then looked into Olga's blue eyes with a look that begged for mercy. But Olga didn't know the word mercy. The huge
blonde was crushing the life out of him and was having fun doing it. Olga smiled, as
if answering the unspoken plea. Then she twisted her wrist, snapping the spine of
the little chicken like a matchstick. The chicken's eyes glazed over in death. Then Olga did the same thing to the other chicken. The chickens were snuffed.

    Olga grabbed them by their shirts again, one in each hand. She easily lifted the two snuffed chickens over her head. She walked around the weight pen pressing their corpses overhead and taunting the prisoners who were watching in horror from
outside the fence. Her delts were as big as bowling balls and they were shredded
with solid muscle. The fibers in the huge muscles twitched under her thin, tanned skin as she pressed the dead bodies up and down like feathers. The striations in the three
heads of her delts stood out in bold relief as the big muscles did their light work.
"You fucking chickens ain't shit," she roared "My big muscles can smash you little chickens so easy they don't even have to try. My big muscles love to fuck up you little losers. You little weaklings deserve to get smashed by my big muscles." Olga flexed her arms, shook the dead chickens in her hands like puppets for the last time, and laughed at the staring prisoners. Then she walked over to a big garbage dumpster at the side of the weight pit and tossed the bodies of the two dead chickens into it. She turned back and she forgot them at that moment. They were nothing for her, just meaningless worms. These were the first two bodies of the day that Olga would toss into the dumpster. There would be many more. The only garbage that went into that dumpster was the bodies of snuffed chickens. And Olga filled it with lots of garbage every day.

    Olga took another drink of water and looked out at the chickens. "Need heavier
weights," she said as she flexed her pecs and watched the striated muscle mass bulge
out at her command. She opened the gate and ran out into the prison yard, with the
chickens running in all directions, like a flock of real chickens, trying to get away from the dreadful guard. As always, it was futile. Olga quickly caught up to a group of chickens and grabbed the two biggest ones. They were older, adults, men from families, probably about 30 years old. They were about 5'6" tall and weighed about 125 pounds each. Even though they were the biggest chickens in the group, they looked puny next to Olga's hulking body, a body that was more than two feet taller and 325 pounds heavier than the pathetic chickens.

    Olga dragged the chickens back to the weight pen and got ready to do her
last three sets of chicken flyes. The first two chickens were just her warm-up weight.
These were her work weight chickens, even though they were still light for her
superstrong melons. The chicken flyes were a "finishing" exercise, meant to bring out
shape and definition in her huge, impressive chest. She had already exhausted the muscle with the heavy benches and dumbbell presses. Now she was sculpting it. Sculpting it to perfection. Olga's muscles were not only incredibly massive but also incredibly perfect. She was a perfect physical specimen. Huge, defined muscles. A drop-dead good looking face. A beautiful muscular beauty. And an attitude that said "I'm a fuckin' goddess and I can fuck up anything I fuckin' want. You are here to give me pleasure." So two more chickens were going to sacrifice their lives so Olga's muscles could get more perfect. That was just the natural order of things. Olga was strong and the chickens were weak. The strong always pick on the weak. And the
strong always win.

end of pt.2

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Olga the Muscleguard, pt 3

Olga did three more sets, 10 reps each, of chicken flyes using the 125 pound
chickens as her dumbbells. During the first set, one of the chickens started yelling
and screaming as Olga smashed his body into the body of the other chicken. Although she usually liked it, she was annoyed about it this time. At the end of the set, she threw the chicken on his back on the ground. Then she smashed her big fist into the poor guy's face with all of the enormous power of her huge delt, pec and arm muscles.  Olga's hard knuckles bashed through the chicken's nose and teeth, leaving a bloody pulp where his face used to be. Blood spurted all around. Then she raised her fist again and smashed it into the guy's little chest. The brutal force of Olga's fist smashed through the chicken's rib cage, breaking most of the ribs and collapsing his lungs. The chicken looked at the huge blonde, who had almost killed him just with two blows, with a look of total horror mixed with a severe pain. Now he couldn't cry if he wanted to. He could barely breathe and his face was smashed in. Olga grabbed the chicken's shirt and got ready for her second set.

    When she finished her three sets of chicken flyes, she stood up and looked
approvingly at her pecs in the mirror. They were totally shredded and bulged out
from her chest like two thick plates of armor, converging into almost obscene, beach ball sized boobs. They were perfect. Olga smiled as she looked at her perfect chest. Then she looked down at the two chickens who had been her weights. By now,
both of the chickens were bloody and battered from smashing into each other. The chicken who was stupid enough to yell was almost dead, since he could hardly breathe. Olga pulled him up to his feet. Then she wrapped her 30 inch arms around the chicken's chest and squeezed hard. Immediately all the remaining ribs broke under the brutal force of Olga's muscles. The broken bones punched through the lungs, tearing and pulping them into shreads. Olga squeezed him so hard that his chest was crushed down to the size of his waist. By now, the chicken was out cold. It was only moments until
his brain would be dead. Olga grabbed his body, pressed it overhead a couple of
times for the all the other chickens to see, and then tossed it into the dumpster.

    Then she turned to the other chicken, who was lying on the ground watching
in horror as Olga snuffed his friend. Olga stood over the pathetic little man and
flexed her huge pecs. "Wanna feel power my tits, wimp?" Olga asked him mockingly "Yeah I bet you do, since you haven't seen anything like that" Olga looked down at her mounds and flexed the huge muscles one at a time, first the right and then the left. At every command of their young mistress, the huge globes of muscle bulged and flexed, with shredded fibers pushing out under her paper thin skin. The cleavage between the huge mounds of muscle was almost 17 inches deep.

    Olga pulled the chicken to her feet. His head was just at the level of Olga's throbbing boobs. "Feel the power, wimp," said Olga as she grabbed the back of the chicken's head with her right hand and pushed his face into the cleavage between her huge mounds, "feel the real woman!" Her skin was hot and sweaty and it felt warm and hard to the cheeks of the little chicken. His nose and face were buried deep within the muscular valley between Olga's huge boobs. Then, while pressing in on the head with her hand, she flexed her pecs. The giant rock-hard globes of muscle bulged. As they bulged, they pushed closer together, crushing everything in their way.

They crushed the nose and the bones in the chicken's face like a cracker. Olga loved the sound of the bones breaking. She relaxed her pecs and pulled out the chicken's head to inspect. The nose and jaw were smashed and the cheeks were gone. The chicken looked at Olga's huge pecs, the bulging muscles that had just crushed his face, with a look of total awe and fear. Tears of pain were in his eyes, but Olga didn't care. She looked down at her tits and smiled as she saw the results of their enormous power. Then she looked again at the chicken's head. Time for some real bone crunching. Olga forced his entire head between her steely melons. Then she flexed the hot, pumped muscle again. The huge, rock-hard muscles bulged at her command and smashed through the bone of the chicken's forehead, crushing his skull like a grape. Brains and blood spurted out. Olga's cock was getting stiff under her workout shorts as her huge muscles smashed the skull of the pathetic wimp. Olga loved the feeling of crushing human skulls. She loved the sound of the punk's bones smashing under the enormous force of her flexing pecs.

Instantly the punk was dead, snuffed by the huge pec muscles that his miserable little body had helped define. Olga grabbed the punk's neck and snapped it with one twist of her wrist. Then she tossed the carcass into the dumpster with one hand.

    By now her cock was rock hard. She stripped off her workout shorts and
stood there buck naked, with nothing on except her boots. Her thick 14 inch cock
stood up almost vertically. She looked out at the prisoners with a lustful glint in her
blue eyes. "Time for a fuck," she said.

    She quickly spied a good-looking young chicken who was staring at her
muscles from the other side of the fence. The kid had just arrived at the prison the
night before. He was about 16 years old, with a fresh face and a nice little body. Olga
could see he had a nice round butt. The chicken was staring at Olga's huge body in awe. He had never seen such a huge, muscular person in his life. He had watched in disbelief as Olga lifted weights so heavy it was beyond imagination and then used her huge muscles to smash the four other prisoners like they were nothing. And he also couldn't believe that Olga looked so young. Olga looked like a goddess. The kid's cock had gotten hard, showing a little bulge under his prison clothes. He was turned on by her. Olga had great vision. She saw the little bulge under the youth's pants. She liked the kid's fresh face and round butt. She knew who her fuck toy was going to be.

     She made eye contact with the youth and wrapped her fingers around her big,
stiff cock. "I'm gonna fuck you, wimp," she mouthed, not speaking the words but
communicating very well with the kid. The youth got a look of absolute horror on his face as he realized what Olga was going to do. Olga laughed. The youth turned away from the fence and started running through the prison yard, trying to get as far away from this huge woman as possible. But there was no escape from her. Olga went to the gate, opened it, and ran after the young chicken. She was so much taller than the other prisoners she had no trouble keeping her eyes on her prey. She ran through the other prisoners like they were little sticks being knocked over by a Mack truck. She ran over at least 30 prisoners on her way to grab her fuck toy. Her huge cock swayed back and forth as her gigantic legs powered her 450 pounds of muscle through the crowded prison yard. Several of the chickens ended up with broken bones as Olga came crashing through. Olga didn't care. She wanted a fuck, and any chickens in her way were gonna get crushed by her huge body. If they got too injured by her oak-tree legs, she'd just come back later and snuff 'em.

    Olga easily caught up with the young chicken and grabbed him by the shirt.
Then she ripped off the guy's clothes, tearing the fabric like it was nothing. "I wanna
fuck," she yelled as she grabbed the soft flesh of the naked youth with her big hands
and lifted him over her head. She strode through the prison yard like a huge warrior
with her helpless prey, totally naked except for her boots. Her big, thick,
hard cock proudly pointed upwards as she strutted past the prisoners, holding up her
fuck toy. Olga carried the terrified chicken back into her weight pen and closed the
gate. Her cock was still as stiff as a steel rod.

    Olga dropped the chicken to her feet in front of the mirror. Then she stood
facing the mirror next to the little prisoner. The contrast between their bodies was
incredible. At seven feet two inches tall and 450 pounds of rock hard muscle, Olga
completely dwarfed the little chicken who weighed no more than 100 pounds at 5'2''. Olga grabbed the chicken's ass. "You got a sweet little ass, boy," she said. "My big cock's gonna love that tight little virgin ass!"

    Olga flexed her thighs. Her huge quads sprang to attention, rippling with
mass and cuts. Each of her 40 inch thighs was bigger than the little chicken's chest.
She had way more muscle in one of her thighs than the chicken had in his whole body.
Come to think of it, Olga had way more muscle in one of her huge 30 inch arms than
the chicken had in his whole body. Olga looked at her flexing thighs and smiled. She
liked the way her muscles looked, especially when she was standing next to a little
wimp who was nothing compared to her. She spun the chicken around so she was
facing her and grabbed the chicken's hands. Then she placed his palms on her thighs.
"Feel a real muscle, wimp!" she ordered him. The young chicken ran his fingers over
the huge, flexed muscles. He couldn't believe how big and hard Olga's quads were.
His little cock started to harden again as he felt the young giantess' huge muscles. Olga
looked down and smiled as she saw the effect her body was having on the little wimp.
The little chicken couldn't help himself as his little five inch cock got harder and
harder. He was getting turned on by Olga's body even though he knew that body was
going to fuck him and then kill him within a matter of minutes.

    Olga grabbed the hair on the back of the chicken's head and pushed his face
onto her thick, hard 15 inch cock. "Lick it," she ordered. The chicken couldn't
understand Olga's Russian, but he knew well what the young giantess wanted him to do. He started to lick Olga's huge weapon. Olga kept hold of the chicken's head and moved it up and down over her huge cock. Her cock started twitching with pleasure as the chicken's tongue caressed it. Then she lowered the chicken's head and jammed his
face into her balls. The young chicken was overwhelmed by the smell of Olga's
crotch sweat, all the sweat that had been produced by her huge body during her brutal
workout. He had never smelled sweat like that before. The sweat of absolute superiority. The sweat of a goddess. He started licking Olga's huge balls, balls that were the size of tennis balls. Olga groaned with pleasure as she felt the chicken's little tongue on her tender balls. By now, both Olga's 15 inch, thick-as-a-beer-can cock and the young chicken's skinny little 5 inch cock were totally hard. Olga's cock was twitching with pleasure. "I wanna fuck," yelled Olga.

    Instantly, she jerked the chicken's head away from her crotch. She grabbed a
bottle of baby oil and poured the oil all over her huge, throbbing cock. Then she
poured the oil on the chicken's ass and rammed her thick middle finger up that tight
little ass. The chicken cried out in pain as Olga's finger ripped though his sphincter
muscles. But that pain would be nothing compared with what was to come. Olga
wasn't using the oil to make the fuck easier for the chicken. Her cock was so big and
thick nothing could do that. And Olga didn't give a shit how the chicken felt. Olga
was using the oil for her own pleasure. She was lubricating her cock and the chicken's
ass so her fuck would be pure pleasure. All of Olga's fucks were pure pleasure.
Pleasure for Olga, that is.

    She wrapped her hand around her cock and rubbed it up and down a couple of
times, feeling the sensations of her hand against the hardness of her huge cock,
lubricated by the oil. Her cock was throbbing. It wanted to fuck and conquer, destroy, and it wanted it now.

Olga stood behind the little chicken and wrapped her left arm around the
wimp's puny chest, squeezing him tight. Then with her right hand she guided her cock and to the chicken's tight ass crack, first just touching the soft flesh of the chicken's little butt. Then, with one smooth and incredibly powerful thrust of her hips, she rammed her cock all the way into the chicken's ass, slowly forcing all 15 inches of steel hard, thick cock up into the chicken's little body. Slowly, inch by inch, enjoying his agony and the tearing sensation as his weak body gave up her huge invader. The little chicken shrieked in horrible pain. Sacrifice, that was the right term. Not only was his ass ripped to shreds by Olga's huge cock, but his intestines were shredded as well, as Olga's monster of cock rammed itself up into the chicken's guts. Olga's cock tore the chicken's organs out, pushing them of the way as it rammed into her body. According to non-existing proper health care in the camp, the last hope of survival definitely ceased.

    Olga grabbed the kid by the waist and pumped him up and down on her
cock. She watched her image in the mirror as her huge muscles lifted the little 100
pound chicken up and down on her cock like it was nothing. She felt the muscles of
the chicken's ass trying to tighten around her cock as she stirred his ass mercilessly, but
she knew her cock was too big and hard for those little muscles to resist.

After a few minutes of this, she rammed her cock all the way in and let go with her hands. The chicken was almost dead, bleeding seriously from the internal injuries by her huge cock, but she didn't care at all. His loud screaming slowly changed into mortal groaning and he began top cough blood. She walked over to the fence with the little chicken held up just by her huge cock rammed up in his ass. "Look, my cock is stronger than any of you wimps," she laughed, taunting the prisoners who were staring at her incredibly muscular body and the dying toy impaled like a condom on her huge weapon. "It can lift your pathetic little bodies like a feather." She twitched her cock and the poor kid bounced up and down.
 
 
'Well, enough of this foreplay,' thought Olga. Her cock was so aroused it
wanted to fuck right then. Olga lifted the chicken off her cock and threw him 10 feet
across the weight pen to the mat. She walked over to the mat, like a lioness going to finish off her prey, and fell down on the little chicken, completely covering him with her mass of muscle. She rammed her cock into the kid´s little ass again and started pumping with fury. In and out, in and out, thrust after thrust of enormous power, the power of Olga's huge muscles forcing her thick cock in and out of the chicken's little ass like a pile driver. Olga loved the feeling of the his firm round ass hitting her crotch each time she pounded her dick into the tight crack. She loved pounding firm round asses. The poor boy changed into a rag doll, swung furiously by her immense, brute strength. He was in such pain that he started to pass out. Olga slapped him in the face hard to awake him up. With each slap, the kid's ass tightened, giving even more pleasure to Olga's cock. So Olga kept slapping and kept fucking. The little wimp was giving Olga a lot of pleasure, and that was all that mattered to Olga.

    Finally, when the boy's face was raw and bleeding from all the hard slaps, Olga was aroused to the max. She let out a loud roar and her cock exploded, gushing spurt after spurt of pure white jism into the mangled guts of the little chicken. Spasms of pleasure surged through Olga's cock and balls. She felt like God as her huge body fucked the shit out of the helpless little wimp. She felt like she was queen of the world. Olga came for over a minute, filling the insides of the little chicken with huge amounts of cum. When she finished her incredible orgasm, she left her cock in the chicken's ass and laid on the his little body, crushing it under her. Her 450 pounds of muscle was sweaty and hard. "Nice fuck," she said to the limp boy. Then she grabbed the youth's neck and snapped it like a twig. A convulsion went through the kid's body and his ass tightened one more time. "Ummm, feels good," she moaned only.

    After a few minutes, Olga got up and tossed the dead body into the dumpster.
She stood in the weight pen thinking about what to do next. After all, it was only ten in the morning.

    The End.

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This story was adapted from gay muscle snuff lovers website.

Which site is that, exactly?  [Site defunct]

I hope this isn't the only story you change from that site you talked about, this isn't even the best story from it.

Regarding the source site, there are dozens of muscle snuff stories, but I don't like them very much. Hard to say why; even though I'm not gay, I don't mind male muscle and sex, but the stories are somehow differently written, so I can't enjoy them very much...so this story is probably going to be the only one. I did it because it was "value for the money" -- a long, good story without much effort...
 

[smileyface01]

Nice story, but the (mis)use of the word "chicken" got REALLY distracting by the end.
Thanks for posting it, though.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Yeah, that part bothered me too, although I have to say everything else excited me to the nth degree.