★Memorable Author: [Rampant Tiger] Tina

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Tina
By Rampant Tiger.
A story of how a little skinny girl developed into a muscular marvel, with the sex drive to match.   


Based on a story by Kevin Rohrer in a.a-w.a in Mar.20/95




               TINA (Part 9 Final)


Leaving Tina and his mother in the living room, preparing to do battle
to determine who would be the mistress - No!  MASTER! - of the household,
Mike had crept up to his bed to await developments, leaving his dad who
went to his own room for the same nerve-wracking purpose.  In spite
of his sexual anxieties and nervous tension, or maybe because of them,
Mike fell into a deep sleep and was completely unaware of the drama that
took place in his parent's room, even when his limp and senseless dad was
deposited in the bed beside his limp and senseless mom.  Mike slept on,
resting and gaining strength in the super-strong, super-fit, slim, sinewy-
muscled physique that Tina had developed on her nineteen-year-old brother
for her own devious purposes, purposes that were now about to be realized.

Mike slept on soundly until morning when, in a rude and violent awakening,
the covers were stripped from his bed, the mattress bounced up and down,
and he was seized by his young fifteen-year-old sister.  Tina, showered and
shampooed and smelling of roses, stood on the bed astride her brother. She
placed one hand on each side of his narrow, muscular waist, and with a
gentle heave, swung him high up over her head, then dropped him.  Her arms
swung down to catch him before he touched the bed and, with a twist, she
flung him high in the air again, spinning him head to foot like a twirling
baton.  Now fully awake, Mike held his body rigid while his sister tossed
him high again, holding him above her head with one hand while her other
hand spun him like a top.  The Tina dropped onto her back on the thick
carpet on the floor, and the house shuddered with the impact, but the
powerfully-muscled Amazon girl-child lost not a beat as she continued to
twirl her rigid boy-toy, now dizzy from spinning and scared shitless.  The
spinning stopped, and Mike's waist was now clamped between Tina's raised
feet.  Those feet and diamond-hard calves and rock-hard valleyed thighs
were raised high as his captor rolled backward onto her shoulders and
placed her hands beside her head on the carpet.  Then she, in an amazing
display of physical strength and agility, pressed with her fantastic biceps
and triceps until her whole rippling torso was raised into the air in a
handstand, with Mike, all 180 pounds of him, still squeezed tightly between
her feet, clinging to her ankles for dear life.  Tina laughed in glee at
the success of her maneuvre, and trotted around the room on her hands in a
victory march before letting Mike down, gently, onto the floor.  Rising to
her feet, pulling her still dazed brother up with her, Tina gathered him in
her arms and squeezed him gently against her massive, rock-hard torso, and
flexed and rippled her valleyed thighs and mounded, bulging abs and striated
pecs until he moaned in agony and in pleasure and his cock grew and got long
and thick and hard, and was trapped in the silken iron mounds of her rippling
abdominal muscles, until it exploded in ecstasy and poured loads of creamy
cum all over their bellies, until it ran down their smooth, hairless legs
to cover their feet.  Now, Tina released Mike, as he sagged against her
muscular torso, and lifted him onto his bed.  As he lay there groaning,
helplessly, Tina sat down beside him and admired the beautiful body she had
created.  It was, indeed, a beautiful body!  And she had, indeed, created it.

When Tina became aware it was going to be her greatest pleasure to fulfil her
tremendous sexual fanasies by screwing her whole family, her whole, exciting
wonderful family, to death - or, at least, to the point where they couldn't
stand! - she realized their strength, their fitness level, and their agility
was going to have to be at the highest possible level if they were going to
be able to withstand the sexual battering they were going to get at the hands
of a fantastic Amazon, a horny satyr with the body of a Greek God and the
strength of Hercules.  They had to acquire these attributes, even if the
reasons they did were concealed from them.  And they did!  And they found
they were having the time of their life doing it!  Jan and Ted were easy.
Jan's competitive body-building, Ted's sexual fantasies coming true - with
his WIFE, for god's sake - made their hard work a pleasure.  But Mike was
her masterpiece!  With a strong, muscular body to start with, and a great
liking for athletics, left alone, he was going to become a great masculine
hulk.  And that was not what Tina wanted.  What Tina wanted was a beautiful
male Adonis, tall and slim and graceful, with a super-fit, super-strong,
super-agile, sinewy physique, a personage that would make every female he
encountered, from high-school girls approaching puberty, to college and
working girls out for a loving relationship, to mothers and grandmothers
eager for one last chance at a sexual fling, eager and willing to take him
in their arms - or to let him have his way with them, whereever and when-
ever he would.  And what Tina wanted, Tina got!  The exercise program she
developed for Mike worked perfectly, and she had her Adonis. 

And now the screwing had begun!

As Tina sat on the bedside beside her older brother, she looked lovingly
at his handsome face, with its strong chin, straight nose, and dark, curly
hair.  His dark brown eyes were concealed behind long-lashed lids as he lay
there, naked and dazed from the long spinning, but Tina knew how attractive
and sexy they were when he gazed admiringly at some female prey.  She even
felt that attraction herself, though she was his adoring young sister, when
he looked admiringly at her.  Which was often.  And it didn't have to be her
amazing physical development he was admiring, though her mighty arms with
slabs of muscle on her relaxed biceps and triceps, and her rounded, striated 
delts and mounded traps, leading past corded lats to a massive chest
surmounted by thick, striated pectoral muscles, her bulging mounds of
abdominal musculature that extended down to her smooth-shaven pubic mound,
her deep-valleyed rock-hard thighs and cut and bulging calves and strong-
tendonned feet, were enough to make his brown eyes bulge.  But Tina had grown
from a sickly child to a handsome teen-ager, with the glowing skin and
wholesome mien that term implies. In short, physique aside, she was a  great-
looking kid, in puberty.  With all the sex drives that other males and females
in that state would have - but MULTIPLIED, MANY MANY TIMES -by her fantastic
physical development.  In short, Tina was over-sexed, Tina was so horny she
ached for sex, for the physical release of orgasm after orgasm, and wanted -
no! NEEDED the sensual contact of skin against her skin, of sexual organs
in contact and the powerful aphrodisiac of being in complete and utter control
of the person - or persons - she was sexually devouring.  Sometime with deep
and enduring love, sometime with loathing and hate, sometime, somewhere in
between, just for the sheer pleasure of it, but always in control.  So that
was the Valkyrie that gazed lovingly down at the beautiful creation that was
her brother.

So Tina gazed at Mike in admiration, not only of his beautiful naked body,
but also of her astounding success in moulding another human body to meet
her own exacting standards of beauty and erotic attractiveness.  She ran her
hands softly over his limp torso, stroking the smooth, firm muscles of his
arms, his chest, his flat belly, and his strong, muscular legs.  In responsce
to the sensual pressures, Mike's whole body began to come alive.  His muscles,
from head to toe squirmed in ecstasy, and a soft moan left his wakening
throat.  His hands clenched and his toes squirmed, and his penis rose and
got long and thick and hard - again!  This time not trapped by Tina's rock-
hard abs, but free to rise and stand straight to demonstrate its massive
size and power.  Tina's hands continued to stroke his arms and legs, but
it was her mouth that encaptured that enormous cock, and then her throat,
as she slid that great weapon deeper and deeper inside her.  Her tongue
encircled the twitching dong and Mike's body arched in response, and his
moaning grew in volume and pitch.  Deeper into Tina's throat went the cock,
now full and huge and hurting in the iron grasp of the pulsing walls of her
strong throat and in the acid coating of her throbbing stomach.  Mike's moan
became a scream, and as his balls were softly fondled by his captor's hands,
he reached his most powerful orgasm ever.  His balls and his cock exploded
violently in a massive ejaculation that completely filled Tina's stomach, and
threw her right off her brother's torso, onto the floor.

"WOW!" thought the startled Amazon goddess, "What a blast!  We'll have to do
that again!  But not right now.  That fantastic ejaculation didn't even drain
him.  He still has a hard-on that would choke a horse.  Boy, when I train
a man for sex, he sure is trained well!  I'd better make use of that erection
before it goes away."  And she did.  Sliding her iron-muscled torso over the
body of her now completely unconcious brother (completely unconscious
mentally, that is, but physically still held in thrall by the great
rippling musculature that had ripped him apart, but left him aching
sexually for more of that herculean physique) she slid his still erect and
massive cock slowly between her vaginal lips. Grasping the thick, bulging
glans between her lips, she slowly slid more and more of the rigid organ,
past her clit, past her `hot spot', into the tunnel of love that led deep
into her throbbing uterus.  Mike's penis was clamped tightly between the
walls of a vagina that now tightened and released, tightened and released,
tightened so hard that the massive cock was reduced to a limp string of
spaghetti, then released so fast that the blood gushing into it swelled it
as hard as a frozen salami.  Tina laughed in joy.  Her pulsing vagina was
screwing her brother as he'd never been screwed before - and he was dead
out!  His body was completely limp and helpless, and his mind was dead to
the world, but his cock was rising and falling in an erotic dance to the
tune his horny, sexy, greek god of a sister was playing.  And she was 
loving it!

On and on went the tune, up and down went the great, mindless cock, louder
and louder laughed the insatiable satyr, until, at last, Tina wearied of the
dance.  When she did, she thrust her hand, her small, powerful hand, into her
brother's asshole and stroked his penis from its internal root until, in
a moment, that living, independent dildo spewed out its last remaining
juice in an explosive ejaculation, and Mike's penis joined the rest of his
strong, fit physique in complete inertia, a state that would last a long,
long time. 

Tina leaped to her feet, screaming a roar of victory!  Three down and none
to go.  And it was not yet ten o'clock on the first morning of her sexual
fantasy.

Just to make sure all the local resources were exhausted, at least for a
while, Tina went back into her parent's room.  Jan and Ted were still
really out for the count, but maybe Ted was more out than Jan.  Jan had
been her daughter's first victim, and her powerful body-builder's physique
was stronger and fitter than her husband's and Mike's.  And as well, her own
sexual appetite, while nowhere near as voracious as Tina's, was awesome. 
As a result, her recovery time was pretty good.  So when Tina gently folded
back the covers from her mom's powerful, hard-muscled torso, lying naked,
with her arms around the chest of her still limp husband, she sensed the
stirrings of some life in that strong, massively-developed physique.

"AHA!" thought Tina, "Playtime, again, maybe.  But not here."  And she
leaned over and lifted her mother out of the bed, cradled her in her
powerful arms, and trotted downstairs to the weightroom.  There she laid
Jan on the bed, now cleaned up with fresh linen after her last night's
escapade with her dad, and softly stroked her mom's firm, full breasts.
Jan stirred, and wriggled under the tender ministrations, and then began
to quietly moan.  Tina's soft hands left her mom's breasts and travelled
downward over rock-hard plates of abdominal muscle to a smoothly-shaven
pubic mound where a harder pressure exacted louder groans and Jan's hips
started to rotate and to push in and out, and her hands closed firmly over 
those of her youngest child and pressed them tight against the swelling
lips of her vagina.  Her eyes stayed closed, but her mouth gasped open
and shut and her moans became a eager wail.  Her legs spread apart and
her vagina pulsed and a creamy fluid started to pour out over massaging
hands.  Tina leaned over and pressed her lips to her now recovering mom's,
and slid her strong tongue into the opening mouth.  In it slid, curving
around the opposing tongue, rasping across hard and spreading teeth, then
slipping roughly into the gasping, throbbing throat that now lay open and
eager to welcome the thrusting tongue.  In and out went the invading
tongue, lapping the walls of the airways Jan depended on for breath. Jan
struggled, violently now, and forced her powerful arms and hands under
Tina's chin in a vain attempt to separate their lips.  But Tina's hands
departed from their position over her mom's flowing vagina, and gently
gripped her mom's wrists and stretched those massively-muscled champion
body-builder's arms flat out on the bed with no apparent effort.  Jan
struggled to no avail to release her arms and to release her throat from
the powerful grip of her amazon daughter.  Her struggles became even
weaker when Tina's whole fantastically-muscled torso, her striated pecs,
her silken, rock-hard abs, and her valleyed thighs glided over her mom's
fantastically-muscled physique and spread her mother's muscular thighs, and
pressed, with her own now creamy vagina, the soaking opening to her mom's
tunnel of love.  Jan's resistance collapsed, and the powerful muscles of
her weight-trained physique collapsed, and she wailed in ecstasy as she
folded her relaxing torso, from her head to the tips of her toes, against
the mighty musculature of her powerful daughter.  She wailed, from air-
starved lungs through a tongue-filled throat, and throbbed, against a
rippling, muscled torso, until she exploded in a violent orgasmic up-
heaval that induced a corresponding erotic response in her daughter, and
both magnificent Amazons, mother and daughter, collapsed in ecstasy on
the cum-soaked bed.

Collapsed, yes, but as the two fantastically-muscled women lay relaxed
after their erotic encounter, a difference was obvious.  Jan was truly 
collapsed - limp, unconcious, and completely dead to the world, but her
youngest off-spring, her Greek-God-powerful, Hercules-strong, erotic-as-
Pan female child, the planner and the perpetrator of this family orgy,
was grinning with pleasure and seething with satisfaction at the glorious
culmination of her in-family sexual encounters.  So far, for now, she was
achieving her wildest erotic fantasies - and she was still as horny as a
rutting goat!  Her family was exhausted - for now - so she'd have to look
elsewhere for the sexual satisfaction she craved.  Where?  Well, she had
some pretty good ideas about that!

Tina carried her limp, smiling mother upstairs to her bedroom and tucked
her carefully into bed beside her limp smiling dad.  Then, after a quick
check to make sure her limp, smiling brother was still inert, she went
down to the kitchen to prepare herself a very nourishing lunch.  She would
need it!  Six fried eggs, a whole pound of bacon, a heaping mound of home-
fried potatoes, washed down with a litre of red wine, then topped off with
a great bowl of fruit salad - her appetite, for food as well as for sex,
was tremendous and, anyway, she needed to build up her strength!!!

A few hours sleep after that tremendous meal, a quick but heavy work-out,
resulting in pools of sweat on the floor beside her, then on to the phone
to set up the next phase of her sexual odyssey.

First, a call to Marty.

"Hi, Marty.  It's Tina.  How would you like to go out with me to-night"

"Tina!!!  I haven't heard from you since the spring, that's over three
months now.  How the hell is my favorite wrestling partner?  I see a
lot of Mike, but he doesn't talk about you at all, and I'm pretty well
tied up with Barbara these days.  Remember Barbara?   We plan to get
married when school lets out. You introduced us, and I've never really
thanked you for that.  I'd love the chance to do that and tonight would
be a good time as Barbara's out of town for a few days at a physical
training conference.  So what did you have in mind?  Whatever it is, it's
on me - and you won't have to beat me up to decide."

"Why, Marty!  Beat you up?  Whatever gave you that idea?  I was thinking
dinner and somewhere quiet for a few drinks.  Since my parents are home,
our house is pretty busy, so somewhere else would be better.  I don't feel
much like dancing, so a quiet bar would be fine."

"Great!  I'll pick you up at eight and we'll go to a quiet disco I know
and take it from there.  OK?"

At eight, Tina was ready and waiting by her front door.  She didn't want
Marty to come in and find out the state of extreme exhaustion that Jan and
Ted and Mike were in.  It was her firm intention to leave Marty in the same
shape - or worse - before the night was over, but he didn't have to know
that yet.  Marty drove to a small steakhouse, in a suburban area, that served
the best steaks and best drinks in town.  It was mid-week, so the place was
almost empty, and the service was superb.  Great food, great drinks, and
great conversation until Tina suggested it was time to go. 

"Marty, I've never seen your house.  Is it near here?"

"Yes.  That's one of the reasons I suggested this dining-room.  My house is
nearby, and I was hoping you might want to finish our conversation there. 
So let's go."  And Marty paid the cheque which, considering the size of the
place, was surprisingly large, and they drove to Marty's home.  It turned out
to be a large older house on a large treed lot on a secluded sidestreet.
Tina expressed her surprise at an athletic coach being able to afford such a 
mansion.  Marty laughed.  "I'm the black-sheep of the family.  Everyone else,
including my parents, are filthy rich, and I manage OK, thank you."

Inside was impressive, as well, and Tina relaxed on a large couch while Marty
rustled up some drinks.  That done, Marty grinned and said, "How would you 
like to see my weightroom?  It can't compare to yours, but it's fine for me." 

So down they went to a lower level, into a large, high-ceilinged room filled
with every kind of exercise machine imaginable, including an area with racks
of free weights - AND, in the centre, a large wrestling mat!  Surprise!

Tina grinned.  "Marty, you think that just because you've been working out
like a demon and practicing your most advanced wrestling skills, you can
take me?  Dream on, Buster, you don't stand a chance.  In fact, my hand-
some hero, I could take you with one hand tied behind my back.  And after
I do that, three falls out of three, I'll screw you senseless with BOTH
hands tied behind my back.  Did you think, you silly goon, that I'd asked
you out tonight for a DRINK?"

Marty blinked in surprise, "God, you're honest about it, anyway.  What would
you have done if Barbara had been here?"

"Just what I'm going to do now, but with Barbara looking on.  She would have
enjoyed it, too, even if she loves you, you big lug.  She loves muscles,
and to see our two naked physiques straining, with our muscles bulging and
flexing, would have turned her on like you wouldn't believe.  And she would
not have cared a whit who won.  And then, after I licked you, as many times
as you want, she would have watched me rape you until you were screwed
senseless, and loved that, too.  And after I had carried you up into your
bed, I would come down and let her feel my muscles and look at my muscles
and be enclosed by my muscles until she had one orgasm after another, then,
when she was utterly and completely exhausted and lying limp and unconscious,
I would screw her again till her cunt overflowed in a final ejaculation. 
And YOU can't do THAT!  But Barbara isn't here, so let's get down to it. 
Now use your duct-tape to tie one of my hands behind my back - you chose
which hand.  But wait till I strip."

So Tina stripped - not a big job, her shoes, her skirt, and her shirt, and
she was naked.




"Hang on a minute, Marty. You may want to see my arms flexed before you
decide which one to tie behind my back."  And Tina flexed her biceps, on
both arms, AND her triceps, AND her traps, and her great, flaring lats,
and she rippled the bulging striations of her pecs and her hard, round
breasts flexed up and down.  And her flat belly rippled from her great
deep chest to her hairless pubic mound, her belly that was not at all a
flat belly but a series of flat iron-hard plates of muscle that joined to
washboard obliques that joined to rock-hard, hollowed glutes. And thrust
out each of her legs, to display, in front of Marty's bulging eyeballs,
bulging valleyed thighs, each as thick as her muscular waist, and iron-
hard cut muscles that swelled in front of double-diamond calves.  Tina
turned to demonstrate the boa-constrictor snakes of muscle, now glowing
with sweat, that writhed across her broad carved back, tapering from her
wide, wet shoulders to her slim carved-in-marble waist, but Marty wasn't
paying close attention.  Marty was sitting upright on a couch, holding
his hands over a rampant cock that was now spewing loads of cum, through
damming fingers, down his thick, muscular legs.  He looked shaken at the
vision he had just seen, and wanted to see more - but not now.

"Jesus Christ!  Tina!  That's the trouble with you kids - you don't know
when to stop developing muscles.  I can't believe it, but you've got a
bigger and harder and more cut physique than the last time I saw it, and
it was fantastic then.  I'll bet it's a lot stronger now as well.  Holy
Shit!  You bet I'll tie one of your hands behind your back, and it won't
matter which one.  That show of yours was deliberate, you little bitch,
to make me blow my wad and weaken me for the fight. It worked, I guess, 
but it will still be a FIGHT!  Now turn around."

Tina turned around and Marty wrapped the end of a roll of duct-tape - the
strong stuff, not the weaker dime store variety - around her right wrist,
around her waist, around her wrist twice and around her waist once more. Her
right arm  was out of it!  And the two naked wrestlers faced each other in
the ring.

It seemed absurd, looking at the two of them facing each other in a fierce,
aggressive stance. One, a 6'2", 210 pound, powerfully-muscled male who was
the trained coach of a championship high school wrestling team, at the peak
of his physical power at thirty-two, against an attractive-looking school-
girl of fifteen years, 5'4", 150 pounds of well-developed muscle, but with
one arm securely tied behind her back.  What outcome could there possibly
be from this obvious mis-match?  But...let the match begin.

The two combatants slowly circled each other, looking for some opening in
the other's defence.  Then, like a striking snake, Marty dived at Tina's
undefended right leg, seizing it near the ankle, and giving a great heave
to throw Tina up in the air, to land stunned on her back on the mat. At
least, that was his intention!  It was not to be!  As soon as Marty made
his dive and grasped her ankle, Tina slammed her right foot forward, bent
over his back, wrapped her free left arm around his waist and, with all
her weight on her right foot, straightened upright with Marty upside
down in her arms - make that, her arm - with his feet flailing helplessly
in the air. Tina leaped up and landed face down on the mat on top of her
struggling opponent, also face down but no longer struggling.  The wind
was completely knocked out of him and, with no effort at all, the powerful
schoolgirl rolled the bigger - much bigger! - male wrestler onto his back,
kneeled on his biceps, and held his head to the floor for a slow count of
three.  ONE FALL to the one-armed, smaller, but oh-so-powerfully-muscled
female!

Marty recovered - physically but not mentally - in a short time.  "God,
Tina, in spite of that erotic display of your fantastic physique before
the match, I still didn't realize the strength of those striated, rippling
mounds of muscle you carry on every inch of your short, over-sexed body.
But now I do.  You got me once, but this next round will be different.
So let's go."

So once more the two naked wrestlers faced off.  Again they circled,
slowly and cautiously, but this time it was Tina who aggressively watched
for an opening in her much bigger, much heavier, but NOT STRONGER
opponent's defence. They circled, then, suddenly, Tina stood up straight
and stepped close to Marty.  Marty, surprised by this seemingly dumb move,
stood up too, and immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, enclosing
both her thick muscular arms in his.  He tightened his arms in a fierce
bear-hug, and lifted Tina right off the mat so her feet and legs dangled
uselessly in the air. Then, so her legs could not be used to break her
drop to the mat, in a reverse repeat of Tina's victory move for her last
fall, Marty thrust his legs between hers and separated them as he leaped
in the air to land on top of his - he expected - windless adversary. But
it was not to be!  Tina braced the rippling pythons of muscle across her
wide back as she took a deep breath and, when Marty landed on top of her,
in a successful performance of his throw - he thought - his small opponent
just let out her breath, and wrapped her legs, already in the position
she had hoped for, around his muscular waist, locked her ankes together,
and squeezed!  And sqeezed!  In the utmost pain in the extreme pressure of
the thighs around his waist, Marty's arms relaxed their grip on Tina's
arms and, immediately, his wrists were seized by two powerful hands in a
grip of steel.  TWO hands!  Even though Tina's right arm was securely
tied behind her back, her right hand was still functioning and that hand
gripped Marty's right hand and held it still, and her left hand seized
his left wrist and, as he struggled hopelessly to escape the cruel and
punishing pressure of strong, corded legs around his waist, drew it
against his other hand where his fingers were soon enclosed, with his
other wrist, in an unyielding vice of flesh - strong, hard, muscular flesh.
Now, with both Marty's hands securely imprisoned and Tina's left hand
free to do as she willed it to, the roles were reversed.  Way more than
reversed!  With one arm to Marty's two, Tina had easily won the first fall.
With one arm to Marty's NONE, Tina was now well in the driver's seat - and
she knew it!  What could she do to prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Well, she didn't want to hurt Marty - she had another use for him later!
"OK," she thought, "Being unconscious won't hurt him physically, but it
may dent his ego, and that won't hurt at all.  So!"

With that thought in mind, Tina squeezed her locked legs together again,
until her powerfully-muscled captive writhed in pain.  "Tina," he cried,
"You're killing me!  I give!  I surrender!  I know you can take me three
times out of three with one hand tied behind your back. I know it, and
I'll tell Barbara that you did.  Please let me go!  Please!"

Tina grinned.  She had won.  Against a trained, fit, beautifully-muscled
wrestler, ten inches taller, 60 pounds heavier, fifteen years older than
her schoolgirl age of fifteen, AND with one hand tied behind her back!
She was in heaven!!!  And there was more yet to come!

She didn't let him go.  But she did relax her legs - a little.  Marty
stopped groaning.  Then Tina reached down with her free hand and inserted
two fingers in the anus of the captive man - and Marty screamed with pain
and shock. Before he could utter a word, The over-sexed muscular goddess
wriggled and wiggled until his lips were even with her own - and then she
clamped her lips over his, took her fingers from out of his ass, and
clamped them over his nose.  Then she tightened her legs around his waist
once more.  Marty struggled, he kicked, and he roared a muffled cry, but
Tina just grinned.  His struggles lessened, his kicking stopped, and his
cries faded, as he sank into complete unconsciousness.  A strong, eager
man, now a limp lump of meat lying out cold on his captor's fantastic
physique.

Tina rolled over, stood up, and reaching down, with one arm, picked up her
erstwhile wrestling adversary and tossed him over her shoulder.  Upstairs
she went, with her human load showing no signs of rcovering.  On the second
floor, she found the master bedroom and tossed Marty onto the bed.  She
looked around and liked what she saw.  A big room with big furniture
against the multi-mirrored walls, enclosing a huge king-size bed and
lots of open floor space. Walk-in closets, and a roomy master bathroom
with a shower, a jacuzzi and all else required in a bathroom.

Tina smiled and planned the next part of her extravagant boast.  She would
screw him senseless with BOTH hands tied behind her back.  She said she
would - and she would!

Checking her victim closely, she smiled again.  Unconscious, the strong
muscles covering his torso were relaxed - all of them, including his long,
thick penis.  But Tina knew the strength and size and hardness of that
weapon when it was fully aroused - and she intended to have it fully
aroused and completely inside her where she could control it - and its
master(NO! Its OWNER! She intended to become its MASTER!) until he was
once again as limp and senseless as he was now.

First, as she regarded herself in the mirrors on the walls, she decided
to give herself a preview of what she would offer her unconscious lover
when he awakened and was once more an eager male.  She stripped off the
duct-tape securing her arm, and whipped down to the weightroom to get
the rest of the roll.  Then she showered to get rid of the sweat, both
hers and Marty's, she had acquired during their wrestling match. Then,
using the same strong tape, she secured her arms.  Not the same way, of
course. That could not be done by herself alone, but by wrapping lengths
of the tape around both her forearms, then draping one end of each length
across her back so that it adhered to both her skin and to the end of the
other tape, then doing the same, with the help of various pieces of furni-
ture, across the lower muscular plates of her abs, she was able to achieve
complete unbreakable immobility of her arms as they lay alongside the
striations of her rock-hard glutes.  Then she looked at her image in the
mirror.

What she saw pleased her immensely.  No overhead biceps flexing, of course,
but, against the resistance of the restraining tape, she could harden and
flex her biceps, triceps, lats, and deltoids. she could pulse her pecs and
extend her hard orange-sized breasts or rotate them together or separately.
Her abs were free and mobile and the plates of muscle covering them
hardened and got soft, as she wanted.  Her legs could flex and her
muscle-valleyed thighs ripple and her striated calves led down to hard
tendonned feet and muscular toes.  She did all these things, then lay
down on the bed, not far from Marty, to fall asleep and await developments.

FIN

[bobthebob]

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[Jeremy Lightning]

Thanks again for posting all these stories, once again I just am so happy to see the story of Tina, who is just an overwhelming physical specimen, so strong, so fit, she can outlast anyone at anything, just about. Her story was pretty much my initiation into loving beautiful, physically fit women who pretty much is superior at anything they care to try. k+!

[bobthebob]

I always thought Tina would go on to a career as a Marriage Guidance Counselor.

[cedricharper]

Thanks for posting Bobt, amazing story and i was half expecting her to sprout a huge clit later in the story and screw them all senseless.  Karma+ from me.