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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: WapWap on January 18, 2020, 03:06:56 am
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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.
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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.
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Wow! They might kill him if they're not careful!
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And later he is running there household.
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WapWap you genius you. Your name is all too apt.
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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.
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Well, I'm completely hooked! Bravo, and carry on!
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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! :bravo: 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!
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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.”
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Katherine called for Cindy and Angie as soon as she walked in the door. She ran down to the gym and heard Cindy yelling.
“You need to come clean, you little fuck. You’re one of his friends, aren’t you? You’re part of his little games? AREN’T YOU!”
Katherine rounded the corner to see Cindy’s rippling arm cocked back and ready to drive her fist into a cowering Stan.
“CINDY! STOP!”
Katherine’s shrieks made Cindy and Angie jump out of their skins. Katherine grabbed Cindy’s fist with both hands.
“PLEASE STOP!”
Katherine pushed herself between Cindy and Stan and desperately tried to untie him from the barbell.
“Kat, what the hell are you doing?” Cindy asked incredulously.
Mark watched the scene unfold. “Aw come on, this was just getting good.” He wheezed.
Katherine spun around to Mark with barely controlled rage in her eyes. “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BASTARD!” she yelled as she punched Mark in his cracked ribs.
Katherine returned to fumbling with the ropes, her voice increasingly full of emotion.
“Please, you have to trust me! We have to get him loose!”
Angie pushed Katherine aside and snapped the ropes on both of Stan’s wrists with her fingers. Katherine scooped Stan up in a cradle and rushed out of the gym.
“We have to get Stan away from him.” She cried as she rushed out the door.
Stan was utterly confused. He gripped his fingers onto the ridges of Katherine’s tensely flexed back and shoulder and held on for dear life as she bounded up the stairs.
Cindy and Angie followed Katherine up to the master bedroom, where she lay Stan on the large bed. Katherine sat on the edge of the bed next to Stan, running her fingers through his hair.
She kept repeating “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” as her chin quivered.
“Katherine,” Angie boomed, “what happened?”
Katherine took a deep breath and recounted the entire story in an occasionally quivery voice. Stan sat, incredulous. He knew his life’s story better than anyone. But to hear someone else recount it, gory detail after gory detail, filled him with heartbreak. He began to cry. When Katherine mentioned the elderly woman, Nancy, Stan’s eyes, filled with defensive fury.
“You didn’t hurt her, did you? If you did, so help me…!”
Katherine grabbed Stan’s head in both of her hands and looked him squarely in the eyes. “No Stan, I didn’t touch her. She was sweet and kind, and she adores you.”
Stan calmed down, and Katherine released him, silently mouthing “I’m sorry.” Stan nodded to her.
Katherine finished with the details that she had pieced together and looked at Stan.
“Is there anything I missed?”
Stan took a deep breath and filled in the missing gaps for the women. As the story unfolded, Angie stood as still as a statue, arms folded across her chest, grinding her jaws. Cindy took the revelations much harder. Her eyes welled with tears. As Stan finished, she sat at the end of the bed, head buried in her hands, mumbling “No, No, No,” over and over.
Angie finally spoke. “Well shit, I guess we fucked this up. Now we have two victims to punish Mark for.”
Stan looked at the three of them. “So, who are you and why are YOU all here? What did Mark do to you?”
Katherine recounted Cindy’s rape at Mark’s hands and how it affected all of their lives. Stan brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. He lay his head on his knees and started to cry again.
“I hate him so much. I’m so sorry he did those things to you.”
Katherine placed her hands on the sides of Stan’s face and wiped away his tears with her thumbs.
“Can you ever forgive us for hurting you? Katherine pleaded to Stan.
He took one of Katherine’s hands in his and brought it to his lips. He kissed it gently.
“Yes.” Stan whispered. “This is all Mark’s fault. Not yours.”
Katherine pulled Stan into her hard chest and hugged him.
Cindy was still sobbing with her head in her hands. Stan crawled over to the end of the bed and gingerly laid his hand on her beefy shoulder. She sniffed and threw her head back for a second before turning to look at him.
“Cindy, he’s tried to ruin all of us. But we can’t let him. We just can’t let him win. I know you were only acting out of anger towards him. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Cindy shook her head at him. “You stupid, forgiving, noble man.” She turned to take Stan into her arms and drug him around in front of her. She held him tight to her and nuzzled his face.
“I’m so sorry I hurt you so badly.” She cried.
“I know.” Stan whispered back into her ear.
Everyone was spent and they needed energy to think straight. Angie left to make them food, while Katherine went looking for clothes for Stan.
Cindy cradled Stan’s naked body and took him into the bathroom. She set him on his feet in the shower, took off her clothes and joined him. She let the hot spray relax them both, then gently pulled him into an embrace. Stan’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He had gone from shock to fear to arousal and back to fear with these women, especially with Cindy. And the pain, so much pain. And now he was standing with the devastatingly beautiful muscle goddess, in the nude. His face rested in a sweet spot at the confluence of her pecs, traps and delts. Her heavy breasts pressed against his shoulders and chest, her thick nipples erect and pressing into him. As they hugged, Stan felt Cindy’s nipples get harder. He pulled back and looked down at them. He looked back up to Cindy’s eyes as he felt her breathing become more ragged.
“May I kiss you there?” Stan asked softly?
Cindy licked her lips and nodded. Stan stooped slightly and gave each nipple a gentle kiss. The small aureole around each nipple wrinkled and hardened with pleasure. He used the tip of his tongue to trace around the nipples, making them harden even further. Cindy flushed as she pressed his head into a breast. Stan pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, letting it slide out between his soft lips. Cindy dropped a hand to her vagina and began to slowly massage herself. Stan looked back up at her and dropped to his knees. He rubbed his hand on each of her meaty calves.
“Please Cindy,” he pleaded, “let me do that for you.”
Cindy gazed at him for a moment. Stan was the first man she had been with since her rape so many years ago, and it felt nice. This wasn’t pity she felt for him. She wasn’t trying to make up for her actions. He was making her feel good and she wanted it to continue. He was so gentle, so reverent, so…submissive. Cindy eventually led an active sex life after her rape, but with herself or other women, including Katherine and Angie. They were equals and they turned each other on. But Stan, he was a good four inches shorter than her, so much smaller, so much weaker. He was a man she would never be threatened by. And he wanted to please her. She moved her hand from her vagina to the back of his head and pulled him up between her legs.
Even under hot running water, Stan could smell Cindy’s arousal, and it affected him deeply. As his head rose to meet her sex, he ran his fingers through the neatly trimmed V of hair and then around to Cindy’s large ridged backside. Cindy spread her legs and tilted her hips wantonly. Stan used a soft tongue to lick from the bottom of her vagina to the top, sticking it in deeply as he moved. At the top, he stiffened the tip of his tongue and ran it the length of the underside of Cindy’s stiff long clit. When he got to the tip, he pulled its length into his mouth and sucked on it hard. His fingers curled up in her vagina while he sucked, rubbing her G spot. Stan’s ministrations, and his submissiveness, drove Cindy to a mind-blowing climax. She pressed her hands against the sides of the wide shower to hold herself upright. The muscles in her legs and core, accustomed to being strong and immovable, were now quivering and weak. Cindy gasped for breath as she rode out her orgasm with Stan’s face pressed into her. When the sensations passed and she was steady, Cindy pulled Stan up by his upper arms. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring every corner of his mouth before pulling away.
“Thank you!” she panted.
Stan was so pleased that he pleased her. He smiled with barely disguised pride. Cindy took a washcloth and wiped off his mouth and face. She soaped up his body and rubbed him all over.
Every move of her body caused muscles he couldn’t even name to writhe and ripple. He started to get hard again.
“I guess I should be flattered.” Cindy said with a half smirk.
Cindy leaned down to gently cup his balls. “Do they still hurt?”
Stan grimaced. “Yes.” He croaked.
“Maybe this will help.” Cindy smiled as she wrapped her arms around Stan’s thighs and picked him straight up. She used her tongue to lasso his erection, brought it into her mouth and quickly sucked him to orgasm. After he was spent, Cindy let him slip down until his head was level with hers and they cuddled.
“Get a room, you two.” Katherine sassed as she walked into the bathroom with clothes for Stan.
Katherine’s surprise appearance made Stan’s body stiffen in Cindy’s arms and his face go red.
Katherine slipped off her clothes and joined the pair in the shower.
“What’s wrong little guy? I’ve already seen you naked. And I know how hard it is to control yourself around Cindy.”
As Katherine teased Stan, she ran her fingers up and down his bony back. It gave Stan chills despite the hot water. Cindy turned to the side so Stan could see Katherine, who leaned down and sucked one of his lips into hers.
“My little man is getting hard again.” Cindy giggled.
“Well it’s my turn.” Katherine declared. She took Stan from Cindy’s arms and cradled him. “You’ve earned this, Little Toy.”
Katherine’s hard ridged muscles flexed as she curled Stan several times, taking him in her mouth every time she curled him up. Her strength, dominance and tongue drove Stan to cum again. Katherine drank it all in, sucking his erection clean. She set him down on wobbly legs. Stan had his arms around the two strongest women he had ever been with, just to stay upright.
“You two are…unbelievable. Like, magnificent unbelievable.”
Cindy and Katherine belly laughed at Stan
Katherine shut the water off and threw towels at everyone. “We need to be done and get downstairs, or you’ll see what a magnificently unbelievable Angie is like when you make her wait to eat.”
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Very enjoyable turn. Enjoyed the writing!
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I love your story and I love the descriptions of the girls. I hope Stan is pleased by the 3 for a long time
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Cindy, Katherine and Stan appeared downstairs in the kitchen, looking only slightly more innocent than guilty schoolchildren. Angie glared at all of them.
“FYI, I heard the moans all the way down here. My machine needs feeding, so let’s go!”
No one wanted a hangry Angie, so they sat as ordered and she served up big heaping plates of baked chicken, vegetables and rice. Stan’s eyes bugged out of his head.
“Uh, I don’t think I can eat this much food.”
Angie rolled her eyes at Stan. “Listen scrawny, these big mean muscle girls are gonna fuck you straight through the mattress if you don’t get some meat on your bones. So eat!”
The women guffawed at the embarrassed Stan while they cleaned their plates. After eating, the foursome got serious about how they should proceed with Mark. The women talked for an hour. They knew they couldn’t keep him tied up in the gym forever. What they weren’t sure of was how to control him. Would fear of their return keep him quiet and in line? Stan listened intently the entire time, never speaking. Finally, he shook his head and interrupted them.
“Ladies, you’ve got this entirely wrong.”
The women looked up at Stan in surprise.
“Well he’s a mouthy little pussy bitch, isn’t he?” Angie intoned.
“Look,” Stan continued, “it’s clear you didn’t think this whole thing through. I know Mark better than all of you. You can’t keep him in line.” Stan was practically yelling now. “He’ll use his head and his money to find a way to get back at you. And you won’t ever see it coming. He’s a devious, evil shit.”
The women looked at each other and then back at Stan. Katherine was the first to speak.
“Since you know him best, what do you suggest?”
Stan looked deep inside himself before he looked back at his captors turned lovers. Did he really want to do this? Could he go to a dark place for the first time in his life? Yes.
“If we want to stop him from coming back at you, if we want to stop him from ever hurting anyone again, we have to kill him.”
Cindy and Katherine sat in stunned silence. Angie smiled. Stan was correct, they hadn’t thought this through to a conclusion. As they contemplated his idea and the consequences of all of their possible courses of action, they came to the same conclusion. Stan was right. Mark had to go. Katherine perked her head up suddenly.
“You know, Mark has a trust. All of his assets are in it, all his money, this house, your parents’ inheritance, everything. What the trust is missing, is a beneficiary.”
“What does that mean?” Angie asked.
“It means the money goes to no one.” Cindy answered.
“Right,” Katherine continued. “But the dumbass gave me his durable power of attorney. I can amend his trust and add a beneficiary.”
“Won’t that look suspicious, if we give ourselves his money?” Angie asked.
“It won’t look suspicious if the beneficiary is his closest living relative.” Katherine said.
The three women all turned to Stan.
“I guess there was a good reason for me stumble into this after all.” Stan mumbled.
This could work.
Katherine spent the next day working with the attorney to make Stan the beneficiary of Mark’s trust. She was right, it raised no suspicion and was done quickly. While she was doing her part, Cindy, Angie and Stan laid out a plan to hide the killing. The only thing left to decide was how to end Mark.
Stan was thinking out loud. “Since we’re setting up an accident, we can’t use a gun.”
“Oh yes we can.” Angie said.
She stood and ambled over to Stan. “We’re using the only gun you’ll ever need.”
As she loomed over Stan, Angie flexed her monsterous bicep. “This is the kind of gun a scrawny pussy bitch wouldn’t understand.”
Stan’s head was back and his eyes wide as he stared at the looming muscle.
“Get up here and kiss it.” Angie half smiled as she made her demand and bounced the round split peak. “She wants to know you care.”
“Angie, don’t do that to him. He doesn’t deserve it.” Cindy said defensively.
“Don’t worry Babe, he wants it. You can see it in his eyes.”
Angie was right. While Stan’s face was a mixture of conflicting emotions, desire appeared to be winning. Stan was still intimidated and scared of Angie. But his experiences with Cindy and Katherine had awoken a muscle lust he didn’t know he possessed. Faced with the most muscular person he had ever seen, his new and growing compulsion to serve the powerful was only tempered by his fear. He stood, and tentatively rose on his tip toes to reach the godly limb. Angie waited, her other hand on her hip. As Stan’s lips neared, she flexed hard, filling her thick veins with blood and creating a web of vascularity. Stan kissed her bicep reverently, unable to tear his eyes away from it as he sat back down.
“Mmm.” Angie hummed. “See, I can play nice too.”
Cindy smirked at Angie as she rubbed the back of Stan’s head.
Katherine walked in waving a binder of papers.
“This is it. The trust is done.”
Cindy filled her in on the plan the rest of them had developed.
“There’s still a lot of room for something to go wrong,” Katherine responded, “But it’s a good plan. We go tonight.”
After dark, the women filed into the gym shower. Mark looked up and smirked through his swollen and bruised face.
“What’s taken you bitches so long?” He said in a low gravelly voice.
Then Stan entered the shower room.
“What, you’re all friends now? Classic. My twin brother is pussy whipped. You pathetic fuck.”
Angie stood directly in front of Mark, blocking his view of everything else. She stared down at him but didn’t speak. Katherine appeared from behind her with a syringe in her hand. Mark recognized it from his drug stash; it was the syringe he used to inject heroin, and it was full. Katherine jammed the needle in a vein on his arm and gave Mark the entire dose.
“Oh, I’m gonna feel good!” He said with a smile. “You can’t OD me, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m a BEAST with this stuff.”
Mark experienced the rush quickly, and after a few minutes, he started to become sedated. Katherine dropped several pills in his mouth, along with a small amount of water. She pinched his nose and forced him to swallow. Mark was drugged up like a champion. It was time to end this.
Angie pulled Mark’s head down so his chin was on his chest. She hauled back her man crushing arm and swung hard at the side of his head with all the force of her weight and power. Her wrecking ball of a fist shattered Mark’s skull. inside his head, Mark’s brain slammed into the opposite wall of his skull. It was traumatized in a way no human organ was designed to survive. Mark died instantly.
Cindy and Stan held hands as they stared at Mark’s dead body. They both felt a sense of relief now that the source of their unbearable anguish had confronted justice, and lost. Katherine turned her gaze to Cindy and thought about the shame and guilt she held on to over Cindy’s rape. With the rapist vanquished, she could now begin to let it go. Angie turned and looked at the three of them. She thought about how horny she was and wondered which of them would suck her off next.
Photos, drugs and leather straps weren’t the only items Katherine discovered in Mark’s hidden room of horrors. She also found a body bag. Angie stuffed Mark’s corpse inside and carried him to the garage, stashing his body in the back of the Range Rover.
It was a perfect night for their plan. The sky was moonless and cloudy, the atmosphere foggy. A light persistent drizzle had been raining down all day. Visibility was low and the roads were slick. Stan, dressed in one of Mark’s hoodies, drove his Porsche 911 out the front gate and turned right, towards the mountains. There were few other cars on the road at this hour. Whenever Stan passed a traffic camera, he made sure his hood was pulled up to hide his face, and he intentionally drove erratically. At the peak of the mountain ridge road, he pulled off onto the shoulder and waited.
Katherine, Cindy and Angie pulled out of the driveway several minutes after Stan left. They went in the opposite direction and took a circuitous route up to the ridge road where they met Stan. Angie hauled Mark’s body out of the truck and belted him into the driver’s seat of the Porsche. Stan opened the engine compartment and cut a small hole in the fuel line. Cindy lit a road flare and tossed it in the car. Angie got behind the car and gave it a running push with all of her power. The Porsche rolled fast off the road, down an embankment and then over a 400-foot cliff, disintegrating on the jagged rocks below. The leaking fuel from the full tank met the flare’s fire and the car exploded in a dramatic fireball.
The group returned to the Range Rover and drove back down the mountain. Katherine dropped Stan and Cindy off at a restaurant on the way back to the mansion. From there, they each caught a Lyft to their respective homes. Katherine drove Angie back to the mansion, and Angie took her car home. Katherine spent the night cleaning down the shower room with bleach to remove any traces of blood, then went to bed. The group was to remain separated and out of touch with each other, with one exception. Cindy called Stan every day to check on him and keep him focused. All they could do now was wait.
The next day, the police came to the mansion. They asked Katherine if she knew of Mark’s whereabouts. She told them he had left the night before in his Porsche and had not returned. They told her about a car crash, a body with no teeth and burned beyond recognition. She told the detectives about Mark’s weird lifestyle, his fetishes, and showed them his room full of drugs, photos of unconscious women and a bag of his own teeth. The detectives were disgusted and took the material as evidence. Toxicology reports came back quickly, showing Mark had been on a nearly lethal combination of drugs. Within the week, the police closed the case of his death as a drug overdose that led to an accidental car wreck on a slippery mountain road in low visibility. No one mourned Mark’s passing.
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Awww, poor Mark. He got off easy. Angie and the girls could have dished out way more punishment. Anyway, if the story isn't over, I'd love to see how the girls explore Stan's budding muscle fetish (and his new trust fund)...
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Great story, very up my alley. If you're so inclined, there seems to be room for a spin-off for more adventures for Angie!
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Thanks for the kind words. The story is definitely not done yet. I have two more chapters in the works that will tie up the loose ends with Stan and the amazons. I had to run out of town for work, so my writing progress has been slowed. Stay tuned!!
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I’ve been enjoy this very much it is very well written and the descriptions are some of the best I’ve read in a while.
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Katherine called Stan and told him to meet her at the attorney’s office. There Stan was told that he was now the trustee of Mark’s $300,000,000 estate. As Katherine drove Stan home to the mansion, now his mansion, his emotions were a ping pong ball. He was relieved to be free of Mark. He wanted to be happy, but guilt plagued him. The women all knew that Stan’s emotions and sense of responsibility made him a weak link in their chain. He would have to be watched carefully.
Katherine got Stan home just as he began to break down. She walked him into the living room and made him comfortable on a large couch. She ran to change into shorts and a tank top and got him something to drink. When she returned, Stan was staring straight ahead with moist eyes and a vacant expression. Katherine sat behind him and pulled him into her. His back was pressed up against her wide chest and her strong arms wrapped around him. Stan looked down and absentmindedly ran his fingers over the hard ridges in her forearms. It calmed him. He leaned his head back onto her hard shoulder. They talked all night long, about everything and nothing, about hopes and dreams and the future. Katherine, Cindy and Angie knew what Stan’s future needed to look like, and Katherine steered him towards it.
Katherine really enjoyed the hours talking to Stan. Her dating life never did lead to much. Guys fell into two camps with her. The gym rats who were mostly into themselves, and guys who just wanted to get into her pants. Often her choices in men straddled both groups. Stan was just a good guy. He didn’t have the sexiest bod, and he didn’t prioritize fitness in his own life. Still, he was a cutie, he was comfortable in his own skin, he had ambitions and goals, and he really wanted to make her and the girls happy. Stan was great and he would be fun for them to keep. The thought made her randy.
Katherine began to slowly ratchet up the pressure of her arms around Stan. She had one leg off the couch and the other lying next to him. She slowly brought both legs up, trapping his legs together between hers. Stan’s attention turned to her strong quads as she flexed them for him. She heard him whisper “Wow.” His finger traced thick veins and the deep, feathered ridges as they rippled. Then he realized he was struggling to breathe. He looked back up at Katherine with a questioning look.
“What’s happening?” he asked in a tone that bordered on worry. Even though his trust was growing, he still didn’t really know these women.
“I’m training you.” She said brightly.
“Huh? For what?”
“To last.” She answered with devious grin.
She started rubbing his crotch with her flexed calf. The bulging muscle pressed hard on him. She moved her foot, flexing the calf and massaging Stan’s rapidly stiffening manhood. When she judged that he was nearing climax, she lifted her leg and dropped her foot on his rod and pressed hard. She also squeezed him hard around the chest. When his cock deflated, she started again. This time she ramped up the sensations. She unbuttoned his shirt and opened it up. She ran her fingers lightly up his torso, giving him the chills. When her fingers reached his nipples, she traced around them lightly. Katherine leaned down and kissed Stan’s ear as his nipples hardened. She pinched the stiff nips between her sharp nails, causing a deep intake of breath from Stan. Katherine’s expert edging, the pleasure and the not quite pain, drove Stan wild. When he started to moan and arch his back, Katherine changed the game. She swiveled her body and sat on the edge of the couch, bringing Stan’s body with her. Katherine stripped off his shirt. She stood up, still gripping Stan tightly around his chest, lifting him into air as she rose.
“Take your pants off.” Katherine ordered.
Stan reached over her thick arms and undid his pants and let them drop off his dangling legs. He was now naked.
“Good little toy.” She whispered.
Katherine loosened her grip and let him slide to the floor. She turned him to face her, then pressed him down to his knees. Her slowly stripped off her clothes, flexing every muscle as they were revealed. Katherine lifted a foot and ran her sexy toes up his kneeling torso, then used her foot to press him backwards onto his back.
“It’s time for an amazon to take you. How bad do you want it?” She teased as she crabbed down over him and threw his whole body in the shadow of her mass. As her milky pale musculature swelled over him, Stan was in sensory overload. He could barely moan out “Oh please, so badly. Please take me!!”
Katherine slowly kneeled over his prone body. She leaned down so her face was directly over his. Her silky platinum hair fell in a curtain around their faces. Katherine kissed him lightly on the lips.
“You know that Cindy and I grew up together. We’re like sisters. We share everything.”
Stan couldn’t find his voice as her sweet breath washed over him.
Katherine continued in a sexy whisper. “Cindy told me that you’ve got a talented little mouth. Show me.”
Stan could only nod. Katherine sat up and moved her loins over his face. She gripped his head, pulled it tight against her sex and settled down. Stan’s rational mind told how vulnerable he was in this position. Katherine’s abductors were sharp and hard and he could feel them pressing into the sides of his neck. He had seen her brutal side unleashed on Mark. He knew the power she contained in her muscular body could crush him like a bug. But Stan’s emotional side told his rational mind to shut the fuck up. She could hurt him, but she wasn’t. Instead, she was granting him unimagined levels of pleasure with her dominant strength.
Stan began to pleasure Katherine’s vagina and clit with rapturous enthusiasm. His arms were constrained by her quads, so he couldn’t reach her sex with his fingers. Instead, he ran his hands over the big rippled serratus muscles that ran up her side. Katherine liked the worshipful feeling, but she had greater desires. She gripped his hands in hers and pulled them up to her sensitive pink nipples. She used his fingers to pinch and roll her nipples, sending electric waves through her nervous system. Stan did his job well, and Katherine reached a very satisfying climax. Her vagina was usually overly sensitive after a climax, so Katherine tried to lean up and away from Stan’s mouth. He wouldn’t have it. In the throes of her rapture, Stan yanked his hands free, clamped onto her quads and fought to keep his mouth attached to her vagina. Katherine shrieked in painful pleasure and rolled to her side and then her back, carrying Stan with her in her legs. With Katherine on her back and legs spread apart momentarily, Stan could now get his hands involved in pleasuring her. One hand went in and out of her vagina as fast as he could move it. His other hand went back to her nipples while Stan’s mouth continued to work her clit. Katherine quickly gave in to Stan’s ministrations. The pitch of her moans became higher and higher until finally she out and out screamed. The muscles in her core and legs twitched uncontrollably as she climaxed again. The tremors were Stan’s goal, and now he pulled back and allowed Katherine to bask in the afterglow. He gently kissed her abductors, the muscles that had held him so threateningly, then up to her Adonis Belt, her abs and finally to her pecs. He lay on top of her sweaty body as her breathing returned to normal.
“Oh God, Cindy was right.” She panted. “Your little mouth is fantastic!”
Katherine cupped the back of Stan’s head and rolled over on top of him. She gently laid his head on the floor and remounted him.
“You’ve earned this Little Toy.”
Stan’s cock was a rigid pole. Katherine pressed it flat onto his abdomen and rubbed her wet slit up and down the rod. Now it was Stan’s turn to moan. Katherine slid forward, slipped the head of Stan’s cock into her, and pressed her body backwards to impale herself on his full length.
“Gotta get you all lubed up, baby doll.”
Katherine sat upright, lifted her hips, then dropped her full weight on Stan, over and over. She had the remarkable ability to squeeze his cock in her vagina, sometimes on the ride up, sometimes on the ride down. She leaned down to tweak his nipples, then grabbed his wrists and held them on the floor by his head. Katherine watched Stan’s level of ecstasy closely, his breathing, the flushing of his face, how his eyes dilated, his pulse. She rode him hard to edge of his cum line, then stopped. She dropped her full weight down the length of his body, and squeezed him tight with her arms, quads and vagina. Stan went from almost exploding to having the breath squeezed out of him in one second. His eyes popped open in shock.
“Wha..what’s happening?” he squeaked.
Katherine felt his cock soften slightly and smiled. She got him in time. She relaxed the pressure on Stan and assaulted his mouth with her tongue. She sat up, bringing him with her and pulled his face into the deep ridged canyon between her pecs. Stan hardened again almost immediately. Katherine pushed him back down and started riding him again. Every powerful thrust of her iron core drew squeals as Stan’s sexual psyche was broken. Katherine could see he was at the cum line again and so was she. She fucked him harder as she climaxed for the third time. Stan experienced the deepest orgasm of his life and screamed like a schoolgirl.
Katherine stopped her movement and laid back down lightly on Stan. She planted her elbows on either side of his head and rested her chin on her fists and stared dreamily at him. Stan’s eyes were glazed and a smile as wide as her shoulders was plastered on his mug.
“Stan? Stan baby? Breathe honey. Don’t forget to breathe.” Her angelic voice broke through the fog in Stan’s brain.
“Breathe! Oh my god, I’m not breathing!” Stan thought before gulping in much needed air.
Stan’s eyes focused on Katherine’s mesmerizing face.
“I can’t even describe what just happened!” He panted.
Katherine giggled at him. “Angie told you we’d fuck you through the mattress.”
“Yeah, but that felt like I was going to be pounded through the floor!” Stan answered.
“Aww!” Katherine said in an appreciative tone. “You know the sweetest things to say to a strong woman.”
Katherine kissed him again, then sat up and let his abused cock flop out of her. She drug her loins up the length of his body, rubbing his dripping seed onto his skin as she went. She finally arrived at his chin.
“Do you want to clean me out so I don’t drip on the floor?” She asked sweetly.
Stan knew it wasn’t a question. He opened his mouth as she dropped onto his face again. He licked her clean while he groped the rippling butt cheeks that hung over his chest. When she was clean, Katherine stood up, gripped Stan’s wrists and pulled him up with her.
“You’ve had a big day Little Toy. Let’s go get you cleaned up and tucked in.”
They showered together in Stan’s master suite, and then Katherine carried him to his bed. Exhaustion swept over Stan as Katherine laid him down. He caressed her thick triceps as she sent him off to sleep with a lingering kiss that took his breath away. He now knew what he wanted more than anything and he dreamt about it all night.
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The next morning, Cindy came back to the mansion. Stan leapt out of his chair in the kitchen as soon as she walked in. It was warm outside, and she was wearing a tight top that left her big arms on display and highlighted her stunning bust and blocky abs. She giggled at the smitten look on his face. He wanted to leap into her arms, but he was still unsure what his boundaries were with her. He was very sensitive to her past sexual assault. Was it ok for him to initiate touch or should he wait for permission? She walked up to him and put her hands on her hips. She flared her lats and twitched her arms to tease Stan. Her towering presence overwhelmed his senses.
“Well, little man?” Cindy said with a serious expression, “You haven’t seen me in a week. Don’t I get a hug?”
Now Stan leapt. Cindy broke into a wide grin and caught Stan in mid-air. She pulled him tight against her chest, crushing his midsection with her rocky biceps. Stan nuzzled against her cheek.
“I missed you so much Cindy.” He said. He hung in her arms, closed his eyes and breathed in her scent.
“I missed you too Little Man.” She cooed.
Cindy let Stan slide to the ground as Katherine walked up behind him. Katherine sandwiched Stan between her and Cindy as she reached out to hug her best friend. Stan went from one crush to another as the women brought their bodies together tightly. Stan loved the feeling of being compressed between his two amazonian hard-bodied friends. But were they friends? Were they more than friends? Yes. They were definitely more than friends.
As the trio sat down at the kitchen bar to eat, Stan became pensive.
“I’ve been thinking about something.” He said. “This is a big house and I don’t want to be all alone in it. Would you consider…” he looked up sheepishly at Cindy and Katherine. “Would you consider living here with me?”
Cindy and Katherine smirked at each other.
“No seriously,” Stan continued. “I have a plan. All this money can be put to good use. There’s plenty to live on, and the rest can be used to help people. I want to make sure this trust is invested right so it grows, and then create a foundation to help people. I…I just need some support.”
“You just want us to be support? To work for you?” Katherine asked with a skeptical look.
Stan hesitated. His concerns about boundaries and his own burgeoning fantasies plaugued him again. “Screw it.” He finally thought.
Stan got up and walked over to stand between them. Seated in the bar stool chairs, the women were still taller sitting than Stan was standing. He looked up at them earnestly. His voice was low and uncertain.
“I want you, both of you, to live here…because I need you.”
Stan’s voice grew stronger and more certain. “You saved me and changed my life. You’re the most amazing women I’ve ever met.”
A veil of veneration fell over his face, his voice choked with breathless adoration. “You’re so…strong, so powerful, so…overwhelming. I..I love you. I love both of you.”
He waited to be berated or laughed at. Instead Cindy and Katherine looked at him with satisfied grins. Katherine laced her long arms around Stan and pulled him backwards into a tight, almost suffocating embrace. She lifted him into her lap and lowered her head to his neck, nibbling him hard as her blonde locks tickled his face. Katherine wrapped her feet around Stan’s legs and pulled them apart. Cindy slipped off a sandal and raised a sexy bare foot into his crotch. The foot that could deliver crippling blows to the largest men was now an erotic tool as Cindy’s toes groped Stan’s growing erection.
“Little Man,” Cindy said as she and Katherine mauled him into arousal, “we were already moving in. You just didn’t know it yet.”
This time Stan cried tears of ecstasy and joy.
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Great chapter can't wait to see if Angie moves in as well.
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Funny you should ask! This is the final installment. I hope you've all enjoyed it.
Over the next couple of days, Stan’s emotional state became steadier. His empathetic instincts kicked in around Cindy and Katherine and told him that they needed healing as much as he did. Still, he had moments where the enormity of the past week overwhelmed him. He was having one of those moments and decided to go to the gym for the first time since they had been back in the house. Maybe some exercise would do him good, so he got on a treadmill and ran. He tried to avoid looking at the shower room at the end of the gym, but he couldn’t help himself. It caused his lingering negative emotions to come back. He stopped running tried to steady himself.
“Get hold of yourself damn it!” He whispered to no one.
A hand appeared on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. His two angels were a constant source of inner strength to him. Stan turned around to gaze…at an enormous pile of pulsing pecs spilling out of an overstretched tank top. He jumped a mile high as Angie looked down on him with a hard glint in her steely eyes. Angie still scared Stan, even though she had never actually touched him, except for ripping off his clothes. Far from comforting him, seeing Angie and the shower room together triggered a renewal of the trauma and fear lurking in Stan.
Stan was standing still, facing Angie, as the tears started to flow. Angie reached her monstrously large arms out. Stan squinted through the tears, ready for her to commit some indignity on him. Her big hands took hold of his skinny arms and drew him into her wide torso. Her hold on him was surprisingly gentle. Her body was as hot as it was hard, and Stan found his sobbing face wedged into the steamy canyon between her pecs.
“Stan, let it out if you need to.”
Stan wept for a minute, then started to compose himself. As he calmed down, Angie palmed the back of his head and turned it up to face her.
“I know you’re having a hard time right now, but I need you to be strong.” Her deep voice was strangely soothing.
“I’ve been trying. I’ll get there.” Stan said tentatively.
“Good.” Angie said. “Cindy has a lot of shit to get over, a lot of pent up anger that she has to get out of her system. She’s happy when she’s with you. Katherine too. Can you be strong for me?”
Stan nodded yes.
Angie pulled his head back against her pecs. “I’ve known those girls for a lot of years and they mean a lot to me. I’ll always have their backs.”
“You’re a good friend to them.” Stan observed in a soft voice.
“Hey.” Angie’s voice was harsher and Stan looked up at her again.
“I’ve got your back too. OK?”
Stan was taken aback. “I…I…” He was at a loss for words. Angie…cared…for him?
“But if you dare tell anyone that I was sweet and tender with you, I’ll break you into little bloody pieces. Clear?”
There was the Angie he knew.
“Yes Angie.” Stan said with a little smile. “Today is just weird. It’s the first time I’ve been down here and seen that room again. And you surprised me. It just brought back a flood of feelings I wasn’t prepared for.”
Stan stared into Angie’s steel blue eyes. For the first time, he really studied her. Her face had a hard and brutal edge to it. Her square jaw and intense glare alone were intimidating. The hundreds of pounds of muscle below her face made Angie frightful. But suddenly, she wasn’t frightful to him. Her silky black hair softened her hard edges. He remembered the bicep he kissed, and he looked down to the big arms holding him. Even relaxed, Angie sported extremely vascular and straited muscle. He rested two hands on one of her biceps. Together they couldn’t cover the unflexed mass. Stan turned his face back up to hers as desire crept into his heart. As he gazed up, his breathing became unsteady and his lips parted in a silent plea. Angie smirked.
“Mmm. Pussy bitch is back for more.” She rasped.
Angie lifted Stan up to meet her lips and she ravaged his mouth with her tongue. Stan’s hands caressed her traps, her delts, every muscle he could reach. When she pulled away and set him down, Stan plastered his mouth onto her pecs, creamy with sweat. He pushed aside her tank top and pleasured the nipple next to his mouth. Angie flexed her pecs and made him chase after it.
“My sweet little pussy bitch.”
Angie looked back at the shower room, the scene of their brutal retribution against Mark, and then back down to Stan. She had a wicked idea.
“If the old memories of that room are bothering you, let’s go make some new ones.”
Before he could ask what she meant, Angie tossed Stan’s small body over her wide shoulder and marched him into the shower. Stan got a bird’s eye view of her big jutting muscle butt and watched it waddle as legs thicker than him fought with each other to walk.
Angie dropped Stan to his feet and stood toe to toe with him. Stan was dwarfed by the mountainous woman. The widest part of his torso was no wider than the narrowest part of her waist. From there, Angie’s body erupted with feet of muscle on either side through her lats and shoulders.
“If you want to keep your clothes from turning into shreds, you’d better get them off, right now!”
Stan did as he was ordered, quickly, as he saw her big paws starting to rise. But instead of attacking him, she slipped off her tank top and pants. He had seen Angie naked one time before, but the spectacle of watching her dismantle Mark had overshadowed his memory. Now he could really see her, up close. His face was in her pecs. They were all beastly muscle. The remains of her breasts were almost affectations. The barest bit of loose skin held thick ripe nipples that were reaching out him. Beneath the vestigial breasts were inches of deep pecs, with a winding crevasse between them. Stan thought Cindy and Katherine had spectacular pecs, but Angie’s deep meat put them to shame. They seemed alive and vicious when she flexed them. The hypnotizing movement was sending a message: There is enough muscle in just one pec to destroy a mere man. Stan made a peace offering to the godly chest by kissing each pec and the depths between them. Off to the sides of Angie’s pecs were wings of the gods. Her lats rose from her sharply ridged serratus muscles and looked like someone had shoved footballs under her skin. Thick veins traced around those slabs of beef. Angie raised her arms up like she was beseeching the heavens for more power. She closed her fists and throbbed her arm muscles, raising veins everywhere. Stan stared into the deep canyon under her arm. The wide bowl formed by her arm, shoulder and lat was smooth and wet with sweat. Angie’s pheromones drew Stan in. He ran his hands up one of her lats and into the dampness. One hand continued onto the mountain of pec and the other traced up the thick tall muscle of her bicep. He braced himself on her muscles as his head ventured into the deep pit. He kissed gently and licked her dew. Angie was pleased with her worshipper. She brought her arms inwards and flexed her biceps hard in all of their 21-inch glory. The freakishly peaked biceps were bigger than Stan’s head. He was sweating now and his cock was at full staff. Angie brought one arm down into a side chest. Stan wrapped both of his arms around one of hers and hugged his body to it. He lay his lips on her protruding delt and struggled to keep his little body from shuddering to orgasm right then and there.
“Are you ready to meet your master, pussy bitch?” Angie asked Stan.
She didn’t wait for an answer. Angie reached her big hands around his waist, hoisted him straight up and flipped him upside down. She cupped one hand around his head and squatted slightly. This view of her sex made him understand Mark’s panic when he saw it. Angie’s vagina was wild. She had a tangled landing strip of hair, thick and bushy. The lips of her labia spilled out of her body like a snarling creature. Between the two was what Stan could only describe as a small cock: thick, at least 3 inches long and covered in veins. Angie’s sex was so overwrought that is was almost vulgar. Stan only had a second to contemplate the vision of female sexual dominance in front of his eyes. Angie flicked Stan’s head into her crotch and closed her quads around it. Before his head was consumed by muscle and sex, he heard one last order from his dominator:
“Eat it all.”
Stan’s skilled pussy eating techniques were facing a trial. He was upside down in the largest vagina he’d ever encountered. His lips weren’t kissing it. Rather, his face was practically being consumed by it. He sucked, licked, used his nose, wriggled his whole face, anything he could do to pleasure his godly lover. He finally tilted his head to take in her clit and it felt like a mouthful of meat. He pressed his lips around it tightly and flicked it hard with his tongue. Then his world exploded.
While Stan’s head was being eaten by her loins, Angie was having fun with his other end. She took Stan’s hard cock in her mouth and sucked it like a vacuum cleaner on steroids…which she was. Angie felt Stan’s body begin to quiver, so she added to the overwhelming sensations he was experiencing; she inserted a thick finger in his asshole and massaged his prostate. Stan screamed more loudly than he ever had in his life, but no one could hear it. Instead, his scream became yet another set of vibrations deep in Angie’s pussy. It pushed her over the edge. The feeling of power and control, the knowledge that she was sexually dominating her prey, added to her euphoria. Angie’s orgasm came in an uncontrolled flood of juices that threatened to drown its little victim. Stan was also having the most intense orgasm of his life; the third time in a week he could say this. He gulped, hoping to get air, but mostly he drank Angie’s cum. Finally, she unlaced her giant quads from his head and flipped him right side up. She backed up to a wall, leaned against it and slid down to sit while her orgasm passed. She pushed Stan to the floor with her.
Stan was a sight to behold and Angie had to laugh. His eyes were unfocused in a thousand-yard stare. The hair on the sides of his head was wet with her juice and sweat and sticking out at all angles. His face was glazed to a high shine with her cum, and beet red from being compressed in her crushing thighs. Stan’s mouth moved, but Angie couldn’t hear what he was saying. She gently slapped his cheek.
“Pussy Bitch,” she sang, “What are you saying?”
“Breathe honey, don’t forget to breathe…” he croaked in a barely audible voice.
Angie threw her head back in a roar of laughter. She got up to grab a towel and sat back down crosslegged. She plucked Stan up, sat him in her lap and wiped his face clean. Stan nestled against her chest. There was a nipple next to his mouth, and he couldn’t resist running his tongue over it.
“You might regret getting me worked up again.” Angie warned Stan. “You almost didn’t make it through one round with me.”
Stan pulled his tongue back in, wrapped his hands around Angie’s wider than life torso and rested his cheek on her rippling chest.
“Yes Angie.”
“I’m a lot of woman for any man, Pussy Bitch. But we’ll get you built up so you can take a little more of my punishment.”
Stan grinned up to Angie. “Yes please, Angie.”
Angie turned Stan’s head up and looked him in the eyes. “You’re going to be OK, Stan. We’ve got you.”
“I know.” He answered with a sigh. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Well let’s see, there’s your mouth, your dick, your house, your money…your soul.”
Angie shifted Stan so his head was resting on a bicep. She brought her mouth down to Stan’s and kissed him for several long minutes, tenderly this time.
“Let’s head upstairs Pussy Bitch. The girls are probably wondering where we are.”
Stan caressed Angie’s cheek. “You’re moving in with us, right?”
“Try to stop me, scrawny. Somebody has to build some muscle on your puny bod.”
Angie and Stan dressed, and she led him upstairs, where Cindy and Katherine were working.
“Hey babes.” Katherine said cheerily to the two of them. “Stan, we have the paperwork here to set up your foundation. Start signing so we can get this party started.”
Stan stood quietly for a second as he looked at his three amazon saviors and contemplated how his life had changed. A week ago, he was nearly destitute and trying to do good in the world. Now he could do good with the benefit of a trust fund. He owns an amazing mansion and all the assets he could ever want. But he also knows that three beefy muscle women own him. They’ll rule his life with loving authority. He knows his place and accepts it with joy.
The End...for now.
Stay tuned for more adventures with Angie!
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I was wondering how to continue this story, and had a fun idea. This is very much a work in progress. Hope you like!
The Prisoner 2: Sessions
Three months have passed since Stan’s life was taken over by his three muscular amazons, and their life was settled into a predictable, if still highly erotic routine. Cindy continues to work as a Director for a high value hiring agency, a job that allowed her to work from home as often as not. Katherine remained the majordomo of the mansion and managed most of Stan’s legal and financial affairs. The women had plenty of time at the mansion to pursue their passion: honing their bodies and martial arts skills. And, of course, to play with Stan, who was the best sex toy they could have imagined. His talented tongue was always at their beck and call and he happily satisfied sex drives that were as developed as their muscular bodies.
Angie, the diesel beast of the house, spent most of her days in the mansion’s gym. At 6’2 and 248 shredded pounds, she was built far beyond a professional level bodybuilder. Competition judges wouldn’t know what to make of her overwhelming size, so Angie never bothered to compete. She built her body for her own pleasure, power and dominance. Stan never did understand how Angie supported herself, not that she needed to anymore. But there were days, and some nights, when she would be out for hours and then come home with a duffle bag full of cash. It was a mystery to Stan. That is until one day Angie came to him with an unusual request.
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I was sitting in the living room, reviewing financial documents, when Angie walked in. She strolled up to me and ruffled my hair. I’m still awed by her size and sometimes I experience it in strange ways. Her hand sitting on my head, for example. While her hand is on top of my head, but her fingers are touching my ears. It’s like she’s palming a small ball. God she’s hot.
“Hey,” she said to me sweetly. “I need something from you. It’ll be fun. You game?”
That was a loaded question if I ever heard one. I felt like requests from Angie were only one step short of orders, so…
“Sure. The paperwork can wait. What’s up?”
She looked at me with a mischievous smile. “I have a client coming over today. He wants to film me training him. I’ve got the camera, but I need a cameraman.”
“That doesn’t sound too hard. I didn’t realize you did personal training.”
Angie flashed me one of her really disturbing grins. “It’s something like that. I just want you to be a fly on the wall. Don’t talk, don’t interfere, no matter what you see. OK?”
Now I started to worry. And apparently, I took too long to answer. Angie gave me an impatient stare, the one with raised eyebrows that silently said “I love you, but don’t fuck with me.”
“Uh, yeah, sure. I’ve got it.”
“Great.” She said as a smile returned to her face. Thankfully.
Angie handed me a list of instructions to prepare for the shoot in the couple of hours we had before her client arrived. In the meantime, she went down and started her own workout. She trained like a beast, but today she was really pushing it. I could hear the clanking of iron all the way upstairs. I took a deep breath and wondered what manner of craziness I had agreed to.
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I can't wait to see what happens next!
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Promising start. Karma for all!
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When Angie’s client arrived at the gate to the mansion, I followed her instructions to the letter. He rang the gate bell, his voice tentative and unsure.
“Umm, I’m here for my appointment.”
I said nothing and opened the gate remotely. He parked his Aston Martin in the roundabout and came to the door, which I opened as he walked up the steps. He was clearly taken aback that a stranger was here. The man, whose name was Steve, was middle aged, about 5’9 and maybe 150. He was very well dressed in a what had to be a $1,000 suit.
“I’m…here for my…training.” He said, sweat forming on his brow.
Angie didn’t explicitly say it to me, but I could tell she was trying to make this guy uncomfortable. So, I decided to play it up and give him my full Lurch treatment.
“This way.” I said, as I opened the door fully, and extended my arm into the house.
I led Steve down to the basement in silence. His eyes were wide in silent appreciation as he walked into the well-equipped gym. Angie had cleared an area in the middle of the room and lined it with thick rubber mats. The camera was set up nearby. I turned to him and pointed to the bathroom. Angie was VERY specific about what I should say to him, and the intonation I should use.
“You may prepare yourself in there. You know very well how SHE wants you to be.”
A mask of fear and anticipation fell over Steve’s face. He was really sweating now.
“Yes, yes.” He said desperately before running into the bathroom.
I still wondered what the heck kind of personal training session this was. When Steve returned, it was my turn to be surprised. He was completely naked. He went straight to the middle of the mats, bowed his head and stood there silently.
“What the…” I thought to myself.
Steve’s physique was rail thin and he had the fading remnants of several bruises on his torso. I went to my camera and started rolling, as Angie had directed. Nothing happened for a long minute. Steve continued to get more and more anxious, and frankly so did I. Then she made her appearance.
Angie strolled imperiously into the room. I’m not sure if Steve or I were more taken aback by her appearance. Angie was barefoot and barely dressed in a skimpy white bikini that had to be two sizes too small for her massive body. The suit was so scant and contrasted so starkly with her bronze skin that it was easy to mistake for a tan line. Her luxurious raven black hair was slicked and formed into a tight bun on the back of her head. Her full head of silky hair normally softened her look. Today, it highlighted the hard edges of her face and lent it a brutal and severe cast. Her body was glistening, almost dripping, with sweat. Angie had finished her workout only minutes before Steve arrived, and she still had a wicked pump. Her vascularity was so pronounced that you could almost see the roadmap of thick veins covering her body throb as they pumped blood into shredded muscles. I shook my head in disbelief. Her muscles looked even bigger than normal, which couldn’t be possible. I broke out of my reverie for a second to make sure the camera was capturing all of her glory. I wasn’t about to mess this up.
Steve kept his head bowed but watched Angie’s approach through eyes lifted in his head as high as he could. The closer she got, the more his body shook. Was it from fear or ecstasy? Maybe it was from both. His dick was already getting hard, so whatever it was, arousal was certainly part of the equation. And to be perfectly honest, my rod was also twitching at the sight of Angie. This was clearly not going to be a typical personal training session. Angie stopped at the edge of the mats on the floor.
“Bitch.” She called out. We both looked up. Oh wait, I’m a fly on the wall. She’s talking to him. “How are you healing after our last session? “
Steve’s face whitened as he seemed to recall a distant and painful memory. “Fine, Master. The bruises have faded and physical therapy has repaired the damage.” Steven whimpered.
Angie smiled as she recalled the same memory. “How long were you in the hospital?”
“A week Master.
Angie sighed in pleasure. “Good. Are you ready to go back to the hospital?”
Steve’s voice became even softer and more terrified. “Yes Master.”
“Turn to the camera and say your name.” Angie layered on the intimidation by dropping her voice a full octave over her normally deep, raspy, so fucking sexy voice.
I narrowed the camera’s focus so that only Steve was visible as he answered. “My name is Steve Bolton.”
“Why are you here Steve Bolton?” Angie asked.
“I’m here to be trained.”
Angie wanted better answers from him. “What does that mean Steve?”
Steve hesitated. Angie prompted an answer by clenching her fingers. The cringe inducing sound of her knuckles cracking filled the room.
“Tr…training means I want my Master to discipline me.”
“How, Steve. How do you want me to discipline you?”
Steve’s voice was clearer now. He seemed to understand the game Angie was playing with him.
“With your muscles. I want you to punish me with your muscles.”
Angie was finally satisfied. “And you’re here to be trained voluntarily?”
“Yes.”
“How much are you paying me to train you?”
“$25,000.” He answered.
I was shocked. Is this how Angie gets her money?
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This scene is hot! The way you wrote the build-up to what's coming is fantastic!
The dialogue and description between Angie and Steve is simple, yet dripping with personality and depth.
The contrast between the two couldn't be starker; Angie, a huge confident, muscular mass of a beast, and Steve, a skinny little bitch.
"Bitch."
Stan's reaction to Angie is as classic as it is deeply ingrained.
I can't wait to see what happens next!
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Thanks crow004. I'm glad you're enjoying it. I really appreciate the feedback! Here comes the next part.
Angie was finished with the preliminaries. She sashayed up to Steve, and boy was she was working it. Her rippling butt swayed in time with her hips as she walked. Leg muscle heaved and flowed, then snapped into place with every step. Angie stopped when she was toe to toe with Steve. He kept his head bowed, and eyes on the floor. Angie began to tense her muscles in isometric flexes. She started at her wide heart shaped calves, making the muscle rise and harden on the back of her shin. The flexes migrated to her quads, which morphed into long, distinct and deeply striated masses that hung over her knees so far, they threw a shadow. Steve’s head began to rise in worshipful wonder as each muscle group was brought to life. Angie pushed out her belly, turning it into a distended roid gut. She vacuumed it back in to a narrow concave waistline, then returned her brickwork abs to their etched perfection. The show moved to her pecs as waves of muscle rolled from her nipples up to her neck. Her threatening mounds of masculine breast pumped in tandem as if they had a life of their own. Throughout the domineering display, Angie’s arms thrust out and forward, her thick lats claiming the space a normal person’s arms would rest in.
When Angie judged Steve’s brain was on the edge of a sexual cliff, she clenched her fists hard and powered her body into a most muscular pose meant to terrorize. Her muscles bloated, traps erupting from her back. As Angie’s face reddened with effort, veins popped out of her forehead and she roared with menacing effect. The tidal wave of Steve’s emotions broke on the unyielding rock of Angie’s physical superiority. He cowered under her power and broke down in tears. I watched Angie in awe. Her roar ebbed into a low growl as she relaxed her flex and straightened up. Angie kept still for only a second. In a flash, her right fist plunged up and into Steve’s gut in a short, sharp punch. I could tell that Angie had put almost no effort behind the blow, but you wouldn’t know it from the effect it had on Steve. His body folded over on her arm as his feet left the mat. As her man-smashing fist withdrew, Steve’s body lost its only means of support and he collapsed onto his knees, gasping for air as he dry heaved.
I didn’t know what to think. This Steve guy was clearly a repeat client of Angie’s, so she wasn’t trying to kill him, but you’d forgive an outside observer from thinking otherwise. After Angie decked Steve with the gut punch, she swept his knees out from under him and let him fall face down onto the mat. Angie tenderly placed a bare foot on his head and rolled it to the side.
“Aww, baby, I’m sorry.” She said in a sickly sweet and wholly sarcastic voice. Then she pressed her foot down hard, mashing his face onto the floor.
“Well Mr. Fancy Ass CEO? How ya feeling?” She spat. “You spend all day bossing people around, pretending you have power.”
Angie moved her foot from his face to his temple and put some serious weight behind it. Steve went from groaning in pain to bawling in pain. She let up the pressure briefly.
“You have no power, you puny fuck. I have power. The power to crush you like the worthless bitch you are. Your weakness makes me want to hurt you. And my strength gives me the right to.”
Angie powered her foot down again, eliciting more screams that she drowned out by jamming her toes in his mouth.
“What would all the losers who have to listen to you think if they could see you now?”
Angie pushed her foot under Steve’s shoulder and flicked it, flipping him over bodily onto his back. She straddled his body, grabbed an arm and roughly yanked Steve up between her thighs. Angie scissored her massive leg outwards, then slammed it back, trapping Steve’s torso up against her crotch. Angie’s thighs were so thick that Steve’s body was hidden from his hips to his collarbone.
“You once told me how smart you are with numbers, you pompous prick. Like that would impress me. So let’s do some equations.”
Angie started to press her man-killing quads together.
“If a girl half you age, and twice your size…”
Squeeze…
“…who can leg press 1,200 pounds and squat 600 pounds…”
Crush…
“…crushes you with 25% of her leg strength…”
Compress…
“…how fucking bad does it hurt?”
Angie really bore down on the flimsy body trapped in her legs. Steve had long since ceased being able to inhale. His face was warped in a rictus of pain, his mouth alternately trying to draw a breath in and send a scream out. Neither was possible. Instead, Steve’s mouth flopped like a fish out of water. When I heard the snap of bone from his ribs, all of Steve’s movements stopped.
Angie opened her legs and let the pulverized body drop to the ground. Steve’s lungs sensed their freedom and fought for air. She didn’t give him long to recover. Angie knelt next to Steve’s writhing body.
“Hey baby, you still with me?”
Angie didn’t wait for an answer. She gripped Steve around the throat in one hand and by the groin in the other. She lifted him off the mat and draped his back over her heavily ridged thigh.
“These awesome legs aren’t done with you yet, you scrawny whore.”
Angie powered her arms down, bending Steve’s back to an unnatural angle. A guttural cry tried to leave his lips, but Angie cut it off with a tight fist around his windpipe. She let up on the pressure and rolled his body over on her leg so that he was face down. Angie grabbed a handful of hair and clawed her other hand into the soft tissue of Steve’s ass. She jerked his body up and over her head, then slammed him down belly first onto the steel girder of her quad. She repeated the move three times. Steve’s abused midsection was taken beyond simple injury to destruction. Angie stood up with Steve’s limp body still in her iron grip. She raised him up to her chest and let him go. His body fell hard and sprawled on the mat, barely moving.
I stood perfectly still behind the camera. I wasn’t about to move a muscle. The fearsome memories of an angry and vengeful Angie flooded back into my brain. The image of her murderous power was brought back vividly. At that moment, I didn’t care if Steve was a client, a rapist or an innocent bystander. All I could see was a monstrously jacked muscle beast casually beating the life out of an adult man. It was all I could do to not wet myself.
Angie winked at me as she continued her assault on Steve. She yanked him to his feet by the hair and threw a bulging arm around his head. The headlock she applied was devastating. Her monumental bicep and thick as his thigh forearm combined to envelope his head in a vice of crushing pressure. The layer of sweat coating her glorious body created a seal around him, further choking off life-giving air.
“I OWN you, you scrawny excuse for a pervert.” She growled.
Angie hoisted her arm and its passenger until his feet left the floor. She ground the hold, rolling her steel muscles around the fragile bones of his head. Angie swung her body, flipping Steve’s limp form around like an alligator rolls its prey into submission. Finally, Angie stilled. She looked down at the debilitated and whimpering creature hanging in her rocky arm. He was at her mercy, and Angie displayed none. She hauled back her other arm and let fly another devastating punch into Steve’s ribs. The whimpering and all twitching stopped, and Angie unceremoniously dropped his unconscious body.
I was at a complete loss. I didn’t know what to think, to say or to do. I stared at Steve’s…well, I hope it wasn’t his corpse. Angie certainly didn’t seem concerned. She was no longer in “Killer” mode. Her attitude completely changed as she walked, carefree, to the cooler to get a drink of water. She could have just finished her leg day workout routine rather than just about beat a man to death. Did I really want this happening in my house? Did I want to be the one to tell Angie I didn’t want this happening in my house. The answer to both questions was probably “no”.
A noise behind me broke me out of my musings. Someone was at the front gate and it was ringing on the gym’s communications panel. Strange, I thought. No one should be coming here today. I looked over to Angie.
“Go ahead and answer it.” She said as she nodded her head towards Steve’s comatose form. “That one won’t be up for a while.”
I went to the panel and activated the camera screen. There was a woman, grabbing on the bars of the gate and shaking them violently. I activated the microphone to ask her what the hell she was doing. As soon as I did, her screeching voice filled the room.
“Let me in this instant! I know my husband is in there! Steve! You’d better get out here right NOW!”
Angie and I shared an astonished look.
“Oh damn!” Angie said with a deep laugh. “This is fucking priceless. Let her in!”
“Are you serious?” I answered incredulously. “I don’t want a crazy woman in my house!”
“It’s a little late for that, slick.” Angie said, still laughing.
“Point taken.” She was right. I’d already let three amazons take over my house and my life, so…
“She isn’t going to hurt you while I’m around. This could be fun. Besides, do you want her to cause such a fuss that someone calls the cops?”
Angie was right again. I hit the “talk” button and told the crazy woman that I’d meet her at the front door. This day was getting better and better.
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Man, this just keeps getting better. Can't wait to see what Angie has in store for Steve's wife >:D
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OK, last chapter. Now I've got to think of something else to write about!
The woman I met at the front door was unequivocally a trophy wife. My views on what made women physically desirable had undergone a tectonic shift with my introduction to the three amazons who kept me. Strength and muscle overtook all else. But to those who still held onto the narrow views of traditional beauty, this woman would be a stunning MILF. She had to be a good decade younger than her husband Steve. At 5’7ish, she was a tiny bit taller than me, and a couple of inches shorter than Steve. Her hair fell in a waterfall of bleached blonde curls over a nicely toned body. She was no stranger to the gym. There was a hint of definition in her shoulders and her tummy was flat. Both were on display in a tight sleeveless blouse that stopped just short of her belly button. There were definite aftermarket additions to her physique. Her breasts were unnaturally large, firm and high on her chest. Beestung lips were glossy and looked ready for sex at a moment’s notice. Her ass would make Kim Kardashian proud. Whether it was from genetics, squats or implants I couldn’t tell, but it also didn’t matter. I extended my hand to the beautiful woman.
“Hi, I’m Stan.”
She looked at me like I was a dirty deviant for a second but decided to be civil. Her piercing grey eyes delved into my soul, the barest hint of laugh lines extending from their corners. She extended her well-manicured hand and took mine with a firm grip.
“Vanessa.” She said curtly. “So is my sad excuse for a husband here?”
“He is.” I answered. I did not want to be the one who explained to her what she was going to see, so I kept it short and to the point. “I’ll take you to him.”
Vanessa followed me downstairs. I swear I could feel her eyes glaring daggers into my back. What is it with women and their ability to speak volumes, inflict pain or grant endless gratification just with their eyes? I suppose mere men will never understand it.
The moment we entered the gym, Vanessa saw Steve curled up in a fetal ball on the ground. He was starting to recover and was mewling in pain. She ran over to him in a panic.
“Steve! Baby, what happened?”
Vanessa dropped to her knees next to her naked and battered husband. She didn’t know how to help him, so her shaking hands hovered over his body for a long moment. She finally smoothed the hair off of his forehead, perhaps the only part of his body not reddened and bruised. She noticed that his dick was hard, but softening. Tears started to flow from her eyes.
“Oh god, what happened to you?”
Vanessa looked up at me angrily. I clearly didn’t do this, but I had to know what happened. She started to speak but stopped when she saw the camera set-up. As her head turned to take in the rest of the room, her jaw hit the floor. She finally laid eyes on Angie’s barbaric mass of muscle, smiling cruelly at her.
“You did this to him!” Vanessa screeched.
“I did.” Angie replied with a smirk. “Stan, play the video for the bimbo.”
Oh boy. This wasn’t going to be good. I turned the camera around so the screen was visible and played back the recording from the beginning. Vanessa walked up close, not believing what she was seeing. Her eyes widened, then filled with fresh tears as she watched her husband admit that he paid big money to be beaten by a bigger woman.
Vanessa turned her emotional glare towards her now conscious husband, shrinking on the mat.
“You two-timing son of a bitch! I knew it! I knew you were up to something horrible!”
Vanessa ran back to his side and started bitch slapping Steve’s head. He limply tried to defend himself against the blows, but he couldn’t ward them off. Angie watched the family drama with amusement.
“You’re doing it wrong.” She said simply.
Vanessa whirled around to Angie, eyes red and angry.
“What?”
Angie laughed at Vanessa’s weak attack and running mascara. “You’re slapping at him like a teenage girl. That’s not gonna hurt him.”
Vanessa’s resentful instincts overwhelmed good sense. She lunged at Angie and started battering her torso. She punched the blocky abs, slapped at the bulbous pecs, jabbed at striated shoulders and even got one good shot in on Angie’s square jaw. Angie did nothing to respond. She just stood there, hands on her hips, her expression never changing. She didn’t even flex to harden her muscles against Vanessa’s onslaught. Even in their relaxed state, Angie’s muscles were like hard blocks of rubber. There was the tiniest bit of give, but otherwise she was battling a solid and impenetrable mass. Vanessa finally wore herself out. Tears continued to flow as she stepped back from Angie. She summoned one last spasm of rage and pounded two fists on Angie’s pecs.
“Are you finished?” Angie asked with a smirk.
Vanessa’s oversized chest heaved from exertion as she stared at Angie’s mountainous form. That’s when she remembered that I was still there. Her blonde curls flipped over her shoulder as she spun her head towards me, the rage beginning to reemerge on her pretty face. I could read it in her eyes, again; if she couldn’t hurt Angie, she would try to hurt me. Vanessa clenched her fist and cocked her arm back as she charged towards me, screaming like a banshee. Funny thing, when you’re threatened by surprise. There is either fight, flight or an indecisive fear that keeps you rooted to the spot you’re standing in. My brain chose the latter. Vanessa’s approach happened in slow motion. I saw it, I knew it was going to hurt and I couldn’t do a darn thing to stop it or get myself out of the way. Except to clench my eyes closed. I was able to do that. I waited for her MILFy fist to strike me, but it didn’t come. Instead, Vanessa’s war cry changed into a choked yelp of surprise. I opened my eyes to see Angie’s big hand close around Vanessa’s throat. Angie yanked Vanessa back towards her, then lifted her high with one arm and slammed her back into the wall. Angie held Vanessa against the wall by the neck, her feet dangling a foot above the floor. Vanessa was struggling to breathe, both from the constriction around her throat and from the air that was pounded out of her body when she hit the wall. Angie’s face was red with maniacal savagery. She was back in “killer” mode, but this was no act.
“YOU NEVER LAY A HAND ON HIM! EVER!”
Angie shook the blonde hard, making her arms and legs flail like a marionette.
“He is off limits to you! He is off limits to everyone! I’ll destroy any person who so much as lays a FINGER on him! Is that CLEAR!”
Angie was so enraged, she was spitting on Vanessa as she thundered. For the briefest second, my heart melted. Angie really did care about me. Even the mildest threat to me sent her over the edge of sanity. But I had to stop my Hulk. I rushed over to the beast and wrapped my arms around the berg of bicep that was bouncing as she pointed a calloused finger in Vanessa’s face. I squeezed her brutal muscle, rested my cheek on her striated shoulder and looked up lovingly at my protector.
“Angie, I’m ok. You don’t have to hurt her.”
Angie calmed down almost immediately and looked down at me.
“Angie, she’s had a rough day. Let’s cut her a little slack.”
Angie looked back at the sobbing Vanessa dangling from her meaty fist, then back down to me. She pulled her big arm from my grasp and wrapped it around my head. The back of my head rested against her bicep as her fingers laced under my chin and angled my head up. Angie lowered her face to mine and kissed me full on the lips.
“It never ceases to amaze me what a good man you are.” She said earnestly.
Angie let me go and lowered Vanessa to the ground. The older woman was still crying. She was overwhelmed with fear, betrayal, pain and embarrassment. I really felt badly for her. Now that she had calmed down, Angie also seemed sorry for her. She pulled Vanessa into an embrace. Vanessa tried to pull away, but Angie held her tight. Vanessa eventually gave in and leaned on Angie until her sobs subsided. I ran for some tissues so Vanessa could clean her face off.
“I should hate you for ruining my marriage.” She said softly as she wiped her ruined makeup off.
“You can’t hate me for that.” Angie said. “Your puny excuse for a man is the one who stepped out on you.”
Vanessa glared at Steve, who was still rooted to the floor, afraid to move. She turned back to Angie and really looked at her for the first time.
“I had no idea he was into manly women.” Vanessa said, shaking her head.
Angie snorted in dismissal. “I’m not manly, hon. I’m all woman. A strong woman.” She flexed her 21-inch bicep, the split peak standing tall on her bulging arm. “No man fucks with me.”
Vanessa gawked at Angie’s dominant display. Steve had no muscles, certainly not like this. He had money and ambition. That had made him attractive enough. But the sight of Angie’s bursting physique was starting to make Vanessa wet. She reached a hand out gingerly, looking to Angie for permission to touch the hot ball of power. Angie smiled, and lowered her arm a bit. Vanessa ran her fingers over the mass, tried to squeeze it and then palmed the peak.
“Oh god, it’s so hard.” She said breathlessly.
Vanessa inched closer to Angie and ran her other hand over Angie’s massive torso. Everywhere Vanessa’s hand traveled, Angie flexed. Vanessa’s breathing became ragged and Angie smiled knowingly. She brought her hands down to the waistband of Vanessa’s pants and opened them up. She placed a thick middle finger on Vanessa’s puffy lips and pressed it into her mouth. Vanessa accepted it eagerly, running her tongue over the rough digit. Angie pulled it out and stuck her hand into Vanessa’s panties, where the spit soaked middle finger made its way into Vanessa’s wet slit. Vanessa quickly dropped her pants, slipped out of her tight blouse and threw off her flimsy bra. Her enormous bolt-on tits didn’t seem to sag an inch. Vanessa draped herself over Angie’s pulsing physique, kissing every twitching muscle she could reach. Now Angie was getting hot and bothered. When Vanessa nibbled on Angie’s nipple, Vanessa’s world turned upside down, literally. Angie grabbed the little MILF and flipped her over. Vanessa’s head was dangling in front of Angie’s bulging crotch and she knew exactly what to do. Vanessa slid Angie’s bikini to one side and almost fainted at the size of her clit.
“It’s a woman dick!” she gasped.
Vanessa gripped onto the muscles around Angie’s hips and pulled herself into the vascular crotch. She took all of Angie’s woman meat in her mouth and began to pleasure her with fervor. Angie resumed finger fucking Vanessa. I just stood behind the camera, getting it all on film. I was also adjusting my pants, because by now I was hard as a rock. Steve was still on the mat, where he’d been this entire time. Only now HE was the one crying as he saw his wife being taken by his muscle master.
Vanessa was brought to orgasm first. She was not used to being so expertly manipulated by someone so sexy and overwhelming. Her ministrations of Angie’s sex stopped briefly as she screamed through her climax. Vanessa twitched uncontrollably, losing all control of her body. Once the rapture had passed, Vanessa dove back into Angie’s deep sex and brought her new lover to climax. She loudly slurped the juices that Angie expelled, not losing a drop. My heart was pounding at the sexual display. This was the best porn EVER.
Angie let Vanessa return to her feet. Her blonde lover clung to Angie while her legs steadied.
“Oh, you’re a goddess!” Vanessa declared.
“I’m no goddess.” Angie answered proudly. “Goddesses are little sluts you find in porn videos.” Angie twisted her torso and brought her arms up into an archer pose. “I’m a GOD!”
Both Steve and I creamed ourselves at Angie’s display of physical perfection and power.
Angie laughed at us both, then turned to Vanessa. “You see how weak men are around a strong woman?”
Vanessa curled back around her hero God. Angie took Vanessa by the arms and pushed her back. She examined Vanessa’s nude body with an expert eye.
“You know, you’re pretty damned hot Vanessa. You’ve got the beginnings of some muscle here. It’s not your fault that your schmoe husband developed muscle lust.”
Vanessa looked at Steve with venom in her eyes.
“I’ve worked so hard to be a good wife and be attractive for him.”
Angie grabbed Vanessa’s chin and forced her to look Angie in the eyes.
“You need to be attractive to yourself, not some piece of shit. If you’d spend less time with the plastic surgeon and more time with Dr. Iron, you’d be the muscle queen that little fuck drools over.”
Vanessa thought about that while caressing the vascular hands holding her.
“Why did you beat him?” Vanessa asked, nodding to Steve.
“It’s what he likes. He started with simple muscle worship, but then he wanted to see how strong I really was. One thing led to another, and soon enough he wanted me to beat him down. I don’t give two shits about him, so I went with it.”
Angie ran her hands over Vanessa’s toned arms.
“Flex for me, hot mama.”
Vanessa blushed and pumped her right arm. A ridge of muscle appeared.
“You’ve definitely got something to work with. Go punch your worthless bitch.”
Vanessa looked at her arm, then Angie, then Steve. This was NOT going to be good for him. Vanessa walked over and swung at his face, striking him in the cheek.
“No.” Angie said. “You’re not putting any power into it.”
Angie walked over and coached Vanessa how to put her body behind a punch. Angie went behind Steve and picked him up in a full nelson. Steve wailed in fear, struggling to escape. Angie powered the hold, forcing his head down so far I thought she might snap it off. Steve’s arms were pushed together so far, his shoulder blades had to be touching. He quieted down immediately.
“Now throw a punch at him the way I showed you.”
Vanessa practiced punching in the air, then she launched a solid series of blows on Steve’s body. He yelped and cried with each punch. Vanessa landed the last strike on Steve’s cheek, spewing blood from his mouth.
“Good job!” Angie said enthusiastically as she unlaced her arms from Steve’s and let him drop to the ground. “Vanessa, I’ve got a proposition for you. I’d much rather spend my time building up a strong woman than beating down a weak man. How about you take all the money that he’s been paying me to punish him, and instead, pay me to train you. Then you can be the one to beat his ass. What do say?”
Vanessa didn’t need to think that over.
“Sold!” she said. “Can we start tomorrow? I probably need to drop worthless off at the hospital today.”
Angie guffawed. “Sure, hot mama.”
Angie picked Steve up by the hair and threw him over her shoulder as Vanessa got dressed.
“Angie? Vanessa asked, “May I apologize to your man?”
Angie grinned. “Sure. You’re on your way to being an amazon now. Stan likes his muscle babes.”
I watched the blond haired, grey eyed vixen, newly filled with confidence and swagger, as she stalked me. She ran her hand through my hair before drawing me in for a hug.
“I’m sorry I was a bitch to you.” Vanessa said as she kissed me sweetly on the cheek.
“You had every right to be upset.” I said. “No harm, no foul.”
“Angie’s right. You are a good man.”
Vanessa backed up and blew me a kiss.
“Send me a copy of that video. I want to see my piece of shit getting pummeled. It’ll be great motivation.”
She turned and walked out with Angie.
I was exhausted. My heart hadn’t stopped pounding for hours. I went to the bathroom to change my pants, then came back out to the gym. I could barely stand. Angie came back down after seeing the happy couple out.
“Little man, you look like shit.” Angie giggled to me.
I looked up at her exasperated and unable to string together a sentence.
“I’m sorry babe.” Angie said. “I didn’t mean for this to go as sideways as it did. It had a great ending though, don’t you think?”
“Certainly for Vanessa and you.” I said with a half grin. “I’m not so sure about Steve though.”
“Oh, he’ll love it. Getting the shit kicked out of him every day? It’s his wet dream.”
Angie put a thick arm around my waist and lifted me onto her hip.
“Wanna go take a shower and tell me about your wet dream for the day?”
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Another great chapter! I have no doubt you'll think of some more fun stuff!
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Hope we can read about Vanessa growing and getting the amazon over Steve
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This is such a great story. Would love to see the continuing "adventures" of Angie. She's incredible.
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I just discovered this story now, very good and fun to read. Is it done or do you plan anything new? You are a very good writer.
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Yes agree would kove to see Vanessa turn into a Amazon