Sinews of History

[taoschild]

Sinews of History, a collaboration between FMG authors to support Feeding America, which is in desperate need this holiday season. 100% of the proceeds will go to the food bank. I will post more information and snippets from some of the stories later today or tomorrow when to books go live on Smashwords and Amazon. For now here is the back cover information. Also, for those of you who purchased Stealing Muscle You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login or Hard at Work You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login - thank you. We've donated over 1k so far.

One story that isn’t often told in the social studies curriculum is that history is replete with powerful women. Other than a passing reference to Joan of Arc and the intellectual wisdom of Elizabeth I during wartime, history tends to ignore its powerful women. Recent archeological digs have revealed that the mythological Amazons may have been calvaries of pant-wearing, spear-throwing Scythian warriors, and they were not alone. From Boudicca the Celtic royal who led a rebellion against the mighty Roman Empire in Britain to Zenobia who rebelled against the Romans on the other side of their domain, women were strong leaders. Nakano Takeko, Fu Hao, and the iconic Mulan led armies in the Far East while, in the New World, Aztec women were considered warriors for giving birth, and took up bows and arrows to fight in times of need.

Sinews of History seeks to tell the stories of some of these women and to peer into social and alternative historical situations where strong, muscular women made smaller waves in history. These women, some mythical and others real, may not have had their stories told before and their incredibly muscular physiques and unreal strength accomplishments demand recognition. Whether it be a 1950s housewife, a secret agent, or an embattled warrior, these women had muscular physiques and weren’t afraid to use their power.

The stories contained within explore both real women and those who might have been. Their physical strength, power, and skill in combat describe a history largely forgotten or ignored by historians, but not by the authors within who celebrate the physical accomplishments and powerful appearance of the "fairer sex."

[taoschild]

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Here is part of the first story - they are done in chronological order - the first is entitled The Last Neanderthal .  Let me know if you'd like me to post more..

She cursed herself for not hearing the sound earlier. Even cloaked in depression, she should have been more aware. She grabbed the long spear and stood up, looking out the cave entrance just in time to see a solitary shadowy figure emerge from below her hilltop abode. It had been years since she’d last seen one; they’d found her.

Alys stood waiting. Waiting for others, waiting to be surrounded; waiting for her long-overdue demise. But no others came. The individual walked up to her and stopped half a stone’s throw away, staring. The crimson orange setting sun cast his long shadow deep into her cave, illuminating the clothes he wore and hiding his facial features. He was clad in a fur tunic that went over his shoulders and wrapped around his waist. Despite herself, Alys felt her loins stir, attracted to this single mysterious figure. It had been so long. But she had to be careful, the swarms of human invaders that had slowly encircled her kind. They were wily and numerous. The solitary figure was probably accompanied by others. This would likely be her end unless she managed to sneak by, parry him, and beat a hasty retreat, but she couldn’t get her body to move.

Idalto walked nearer to her and froze once more. He’d grown up with nursery rhymes and tall tales about giant humans that had occupied this peninsula generations ago and had traded with his people. They were aggressive and stupid but had vast, strong bodies that kept his people away from the southern peninsula. To the north of them lived their cousins who were shorter than they, but equally strong and aggressive. Nobody had heard of either of the groups in years. Following the great flood, the fear that had kept his people off the southern shores had waned. Idalto would join the scouting party. They shouldn’t have survived... they couldn’t have. But, as luck or fate would have it, one did...

Shown by the flickering light of the cave fire, he marveled at her magnificence. She was sparsely covered, in simple loins that hid her sex but nothing more. Idalto’s brain churned as he tried to understand what stood before him. She was a full half foot taller than him and everything about her seemed broad and burly. Flaming red, wild curly locks of hair cascaded down her back and framed her long face that seemed to thrust forward. She had heavy eyebrows, and a wide nose and mouth. Her broad, powerful shoulder held up an eight-foot wooden spear topped by a stone head as if it weighed nothing. She appeared defensive rather than threatening, which soothed Idalto because, woman or not, her physique suggested she would make quick work of him in a fight.

“Idalto...no hurt you.” He finally said trying to bridge any language divide by tapping his chest softly, shaking his head, and then pointing to her before lowering his spear.

“Alys,” she said, bringing her left arm in to tap her chest. Powerful pectoral muscles held her firm, bountiful breasts aloft as the brief movement highlighted her broad back and densely muscular arms. She took a deep breath and thrust her chest out further. Idalto’s marveling reached an even greater crescendo. It appeared to be an almost instinctive, primal response to the threat he posed. But his gaze was far from threatening. His pitch-black eyes glittered softly in the firelight as they tracked to the dark and swollen nipples which topped her muscular chest. Like two ripe berries waiting to be plucked, he longed to taste their sweetness. His manhood hardened and throbbed. It wouldn’t be long before she noticed.

[QBikk]

Great start of this story, would be nice to get a little bit more ;-)

[taoschild]

The book is now available on Smashwords as well  You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login & on paperback on Amazon
Here is more of Last of the Neaderthals

His presence, even though he wasn’t of her kind, intrigued her. For two seasons she had labored on alone after the great wave killed the remaining people of their small village. She lived only for the moment, getting past the next obstacle... trying to survive.

After the disease that wiped out so many of her brethren and friends, families had moved farther apart. She and Thog had moved with their children, a daughter, and son, to the great stout cave, once reserved for nobility. There they had made a life together and when she dared to believe that things could return to the way they once had been, she saw the great wave. Grabbing her son with seconds to spare she positioned the two of them directly under the hole in the cavern, painstakingly dug for the smoke to depart. Thog’s instinct had been to rush out of the cave and toward the water and she watched him and her daughter perish seconds before the wave hit her and Gorsedd. As she suspected, they shot upward toward the fire hole in the cavern’s roof but Gorsedd hit the ceiling rather than shoot out the spout like a whale’s blowhole. She knew he died instantly. And with that last memory of her family, she had been alone with her tears ever since. The ever-present fire to keep the dark away had been her only companion since then, until now....until him.

His mind clouded, and he did something incredibly stupid: he bent down and laid his spear on the ground. Her eyes followed him, but her body remained motionless. The heavy spear, like a small tree held aloft by shoulders swollen with muscles so enormous they seemed almost unnatural, a caricature of a human being...something entirely different. Her entire frame was developed as such. Legs like tree trunks covered in lines of muscles like mighty rivers flowed across her thighs. Taut, powerful calves bigger than he’d ever seen, remained tensed like a great cat’s, ready to spring. Enormous abdominals heaved in and out with each of her deep breaths as her heart beat fast and she took in in the anxious moments.

The pull of fleeing was great and the opportunity to get out quickly was now presented by his gesture of peace, but her feet wouldn’t move. It was as if she was frozen in a vat of tree sap.

Open-handed he bowed beneath her, and she nodded in acceptance of the gesture, dropping her spear with respect for his submission. She would not run, but what now? As her eyes carried to the ground to seek a place to drop her spear she spied his loins. His cock was erect and throbbing, longing for her. She gave him a wan smile.

He began breathing hard, the simple smile accelerating his desires and hopes. He wanted her like none before. The feeling so sudden -- so primal. He watched as she turned, bent down, and lifted an enormous gray stone that reached nearly up to his waist. Upon its top, laid out neatly, were several carvings, tools, bones, and edible roots. Even lifting the heavy object, her grace, and the fluidity of her movement was astonishing. What he had heard about her people had to be a mistake. They weren’t clumsy, oafish, and ugly… rather, their strength was controlled and graceful.

She grunted with the effort and pulled the rock up over her head but kept it steady. The strength required for such a maneuver, he knew, was that of several great men. He trembled before her. With a simple heave, she could end him, but instead, she moved the stone up to rest on her thick shoulder, took several halting steps, and placed the great rock down gently further back in the cavern. Returning to where she had been, she rolled her simple bedding out further and gestured for him to join her.

[jumpy999]

So this is another anthology? Can I ask which writers contributed if so?

[taoschild]

Hey Jumpy,

Yes it's another anthology though far longer than our other two. Authors include Roy Ellison, Hiker Angel, Andrew Writes, Jak Cratocles, KittyElfie, Pale Dragon, Frocoshake, Femuscleblog, Andrei Ben, Jayne Greye and me.

[jumpy999]

Sounds good. Off to make a purchase now!

[taoschild]

Thanks for supporting Feeding America, Jumpy.  Please leave a review and tell us what you think when you're done.  Here is a little more of the story.
“Me?” He asked before reflecting that she probably didn’t know his language and there was nobody else in the room. In the least threatening fashion he could he sat on her furs and began removing his shoulder straps. He hoped he’d read her signals correctly.

He looked up at the enormity of her. She dwarfed all other details of the simple abode. Waiting for her response, it dawned on him that as of yet she had only spoken a single word. Anxiety intertwined with carnal attraction overwhelmed him and he began to breathe faster, nearly hyperventilating. The intense vulnerability he felt only excited him more. Her size, her strength, her unnatural beauty; he’d succumb to whatever she wanted. He was entirely at her mercy and thankful for it.

As the sun continued its descent, the flickering firelight highlighted the contours of her muscles. Her shoulders, broader than his by far, were filled with distinct, concentrated power. He saw how her brawny arms were comprised of sensual yet large and powerful muscles despite her relaxed state. The thick, swollen pectorals pushing her sweet breasts forward would have overflowed his hand - both of his hands. The rigid, sweet abdominals trailing down from there to her pelvis were like rocks. Beneath her loin, a trail of thick columns protruded from her thigh muscle highlighting individual fibers. Colossal stone blocks of muscle pulse across her frame as if she were personally constructed by the gods. Absently, he wondered if he had all of the same muscles she displayed. Never before had he witnessed such raw power and luscious beauty and to see it on a woman was startling.

“Fuck,” she said simply in a guttural voice. The single word left him shivering. He realized she hadn’t said it in anger, but rather as an offer or a command. What was he to do? The communication gap seemed like a chasm. He was accustomed to initiating with the females he’d been with but somehow knew to wait and let her lead.

[taoschild]

She stood over him and flexed, and he looked up in awe. It was as if she were preening, demonstrating her superiority silently. A hard smooth muscle tensed and released and her body glistened from the effort. As if she’d accomplished her mission, she dropped onto the furs and beckoned him to the floor. Yet before he could lay next to her, she reached up and pulled him down hard. One final thought that she might kill him flashed through his brain but the rest of his body was too far gone to stop. She crushed her lips against his and found his tongue.

As a haze of need washed over him, he kissed her back passionately, grabbing her face with both hands and trying to pull her down next to him. He’d reverted to his usual role trying to take charge, but she wasn't the typical woman, and she wasn’t having it.

She grasped him by his shoulders and with a simple squeeze intense pain shot through him. She released, but it felt like she could crush him. He knew she could do with him what she wanted and the realization made him harden further still. He longed to push inside her but had no choice but to wait until she was ready. She straddled him, looking down at his naked body. She positioned the heat of her loins over his, trapping him beneath.

The cold realization of the completeness of her dominance was unsettling yet highly erotic. Never before had he waited to have a woman initiate things. Now there was no waiting, just the abject humiliation of responding to her needs. As if he were a child’s straw toy, she placed him exactly where she desired -- and he loved it. His hands traced her powerful torso and muscular abdominals, marveling over the power contained beneath.

She stood over him and flexed, and he looked up in awe. It was as if she were preening, demonstrating her superiority silently. A hard smooth muscle tensed and released and her body glistened from the effort. As if she’d accomplished her mission, she dropped onto the furs and beckoned him to the floor. Yet before he could lay next to her, she reached up and pulled him down hard. One final thought that she might kill him flashed through his brain but the rest of his body was too far gone to stop. She crushed her lips against his and found his tongue.

As a haze of need washed over him, he kissed her back passionately, grabbing her face with both hands and trying to pull her down next to him. He’d reverted to his usual role trying to take charge, but she wasn't the typical woman, and she wasn’t having it.

She grasped him by his shoulders and with a simple squeeze intense pain shot through him. She released, but it felt like she could crush him. He knew she could do with him what she wanted and the realization made him harden further still. He longed to push inside her but had no choice but to wait until she was ready. She straddled him, looking down at his naked body. She positioned the heat of her loins over his, trapping him beneath.
The cold realization of the completeness of her dominance was unsettling yet highly erotic. Never before had he waited to have a woman initiate things. Now there was no waiting, just the abject humiliation of responding to her needs. As if he were a child’s straw toy, she placed him exactly where she desired -- and he loved it. His hands traced her powerful torso and muscular abdominals, marveling over the power contained beneath.

[QBikk]

Hi Guys,

I bought it and finished to read it, here's what I'm thinking about it if you are interested in an opinion about it.

The latest anthology written by Richard Greye and his fellow authors is an excellent collection of stories, covering various periods in history. As always, it is highlighted by a healthy dose of muscular women. The stories are accompanied by drawings or 3D rendering of the main female characters, as perceived by their authors.

Various  muscle women are described, from the prehistoric period, ancient Egypt, Mexico, the renaissance, French revolution, World War II, and more recent times. Many scenarios bring these events, with a female muscle twist. This anthology brings a healthy dose of entertainment and some insight into various time periods.

Though most occurrences are fictional they are often based on real historic characters or people of the period. The book presents different scenarios connected to feats of strength of women along with others who are powerfully, even unnaturally well built. It is a very pleasant read indeed and highly recommended for those who appreciate the FMG genre.

Have a nice week end

[El_Roy_1999]

Hi Guys,

I bought it and finished to read it, here's what I'm thinking about it if you are interested in an opinion about it.

The latest anthology written by Richard Greye and his fellow authors is an excellent collection of stories, covering various periods in history. As always, it is highlighted by a healthy dose of muscular women. The stories are accompanied by drawings or 3D rendering of the main female characters, as perceived by their authors.

Various  muscle women are described, from the prehistoric period, ancient Egypt, Mexico, the renaissance, French revolution, World War II, and more recent times. Many scenarios bring these events, with a female muscle twist. This anthology brings a healthy dose of entertainment and some insight into various time periods.

Though most occurrences are fictional they are often based on real historic characters or people of the period. The book presents different scenarios connected to feats of strength of women along with others who are powerfully, even unnaturally well built. It is a very pleasant read indeed and highly recommended for those who appreciate the FMG genre.

Have a nice week end

Thank you very much!