Pauline crushes all

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Hey guys I wanted to share a story with you that is not from me.  The author is cobbk5,this is one of the best stories i have read and wanted to share it with you for those who don't know it yet  Enjoy





Pauline had been extremely exasperated in her short career, or attempt at a
career in bodybuilding. She had gone to the gym primarily to get stronger, and
buff up a little. She knew her boyfriend and a growing group of men admired
buff, strong women. Though that was her main goal, she discovered she took to
the weights like a duck to water. Her boyfriend and several of the others at
the gym took notice and encouraged her. In fact, after a time she began to
attract a small gathering as she was pumping more and more weight.

She was out lifting most of the men in the gym by now, when her boyfriend
approached her and told her that the guys had been admiring her physique, and
suggested she seriously try bodybuilding competition. She was flattered, but
thought they couldn't be serious. So Tom took her to a competition to show her
what she might be up against. They went to a regional event which brought
competitors from over five states in the area. There were over a hundred girls
entered. Some were solid muscle, ripped, with a very low body fat. But most of
the competitors were simply muscular, with a solid build, muscles that showed
in their arms and legs, but not particularly hard or ripped.

Pauline sat there mesmerized through most of the competition, she even found
herself holding her breath as she admired some of the chiseled physiques. She
was even more amazed when she discovered she had picked the winner of the
competition the same as the judges. This encouraged her because the winner was
in the heavyweight class at 165 pounds, 5 feet 9 inches tall, with a powerful,
ripped physique. Tom turned to Pauline who was fairly gasping for breath as
she saw the girls strut their stuff. "You see hon, you're bigger than most of
these girls, and you've only been lifting for less than a year. With a little
more time, and some guidance, you could be up there with them before the end
of the year."

Pauline was hooked. She decided to give it a try, never one to shirk from a
challenge, and fairly competitive herself.

That was only three short years ago. She had risen through the amateur ranks,
entering every show she could, almost perpetually in contest shape. She loved
her hard-muscled physique, and her boyfriend did as well. Their sex was
amazing. She hit the gym with a passion, lifting sometimes 6-8 hours a day.
Her body bulked up to a rock-hard 185 pounds at only 5 feet 6 inches tall. Her
upper body was breath taking. When she stood relaxed, her lats and back were
simply wide looking, but when she did a lat spread her back erupted with pure
muscle, and her lats spread like giant wings. Tom could not even get his large
arms all the way around her frame when she flexed like that. Her arms pumped
to a rock-hard 18 inches. She had a powerful chest, set off by very firm,
large natural C cup breasts. Her tiny waist filled out to powerful hips down
to O MY GOD, the most huge, ripped, bulging thighs on any girl in the sport.
In fact she had to watch that she didn't work her thighs too much. (think
Heather Armbrust - Policky).

Now here she was on the national stage, vying for her pro card already. She
had a few disappointing placements lately, and was somewhat frustrated. She
knew she had the size, definition and presentation. She had the crowd with
her, but there was always some weenie judge on the panel who had a disdain for
huge, ripped females. (Why the hell was he a bodybuilding judge anyway?) So
Pauline had trained extra hard the last three months, and was in top shape.
Her body was thick with muscle, and she was at her lowest percentage of body
fat and water she had ever managed to attain. She felt ready, and looked
ready. She was a walking muscle goddess.

In fact some of the competitors saw her in the pump room and hung their heads
as their jaws were agape. They knew they didn't stand a chance against that
body.

The competition went just about as most expected. Pauline hit pose after pose,
right on cue, her choreography just perfect. Her body was practically humming,
and seemed to grow as she flexed. Her beefy thighs glistened in the bright
lights, showing every separation, vein, and separate quad of her huge thighs.
She did several quad shakes that brought the house down. She threw in a few
extra quad shots which she had prepared for just this occasion. Her quads were
nothing short of spectacular.

During her choreography, she came out in a football uniform and pads,
stretched to the max to her hard body. She threw off her warm up jacket, hit a
biceps and lat spread shot and thigh flex, and the pads and uniform ripped
right off her body. The crowd went wild. She removed the shredded uniform, and
had a football under her arm which she juggled as she hit powerful poses, her
arms bulged up, rippling with swollen muscle. She took the football, and
thrust it quickly between her bulging thighs, rose up on her toes, and flexed
those steel quads, once, relaxed, twice, her thighs bulged and separated - she
held it, then relaxed, then she drew herself up, closed her ankles some, threw
her head back, hit a double biceps shot, and exploded her huge thighs and
shortly the football as the crowd came out of their seats.

She almost had an orgasm there on the stage, and was beaming as the remaining
competitors took their shots, just going through the motions hoping for no
better than second place.

As the final pose down began, the other girls tried not to get near Pauline
for any comparisons, but she strutted around the stage demonstrating her
superior physique around the other competitors. Even the other girls were
taking it good naturally, some of them lightly stroking her huge arms in fun,
knowing that the crowd was really into it. The girls all left the stage to
huge cheers. The results were tabulated and the final five competitors
returned to the stage for a quick pose down and callouts.

It was no surprise that Pauline was amongst them, and finally Pauline was
standing with the next place finisher, waiting for the announcement that would
make it official. The other finisher turned to Pauline to congratulate her as
the announcer started, " ... and second place goes to Pauline Cushman."
Complete silence settled over the auditorium. The MC thought maybe he had read
it wrong, and nervously looked down at the paper in his hand, and carefully,
nervously repeated, "uh ... .second place finisher is Pauline ... " THE
AUDITORIUM ERUPTED, there was no other way to put it. The sound was deafening
as boos, and hoots and anger filled the room. Pauline didn't know whether to
laugh, cry, get angry, or what. Her eyes slowly filled with tears as she
realized she had been cheated once again. She decided on anger. Her body
filled with a mind-numbing rage. She had to run off the stage before she hurt
something or someone.

Things quieted down somewhat so they could finish the award ceremony. Everyone
was dumfounded, and word quickly got around about one weedy judge who had
agreed with most of the judges on the other athletes, but some of the larger
and bulkier ones got lower marks, but none as badly as Pauline. The other
judges had Pauline unanimously as the winner in all categories, but the weedy
judge so offset their scores that it brought her down to second place.
Everyone insisted there would be an investigation, this would be challenged,
and even the first place finisher agreed that first place didn't belong to
her. This seemed to satisfy most people for now, but Pauline was not aware of
any of this because she had disappeared. She ran out of the building and
started running, still in her posing suit. Her muscles bulged and pulsed with
power as she tried to work off her anger. It didn't work. In fact her rage
built, but her mind started to hatch a plan. She targeted her anger into a
plan.

She ran quickly back to her car, and drove to a nearby store, bought a whole
outfit of clothing, to the shock of the bug-eyed sales boy who stood with a
raging hard-on the entire time he waited on her. Finally, she left the store
clad head to toe in a modestly oversized loose dress and top, and a large
brimmed hat and a scarf to obscure her face. She immediately made her way back
to the auditorium. About an hour had gone by and most of the people should
have cleared out, but the officials and staff would still be around.

She had a pass for access to all areas, so was not questioned as the moved
through the thinning crowd. She went to the judges stand where a few people
were still milling around discussing what had happened. It didn't take her
long, without saying much, to learn from a small group of the staff that this
judge was responsible for the whole mess. Someone asked who, and they pointed
to a nervous looking weed of a man putting papers into his brief case a few
feet away. Pauline quietly and slowly walked over to the judge and introduced
herself as a reporter from the local paper. She talked low and kept her head
down. The judge didn't want to look anyone in the eye anyhow, he knew that he
had just created a huge controversy, so was more than a little relaxed when he
learned that the reporter was on his side. Pauline said she had watched these
competitions from a distance for years and was alarmed at how grotesque some
of the female competitors had gotten. The judge nodded his head
enthusiastically, much encouraged that someone was on his side, and from the
media no less.

He immediately agreed that they should go somewhere more discreet so she might
interview him so she could publish his side of the story. He was delighted to
be out from under the stares of the rest of the judges and staff. Only one or
two people noticed the two people leaving together, they couldn't have cared
less where the worthless judge went. At least one pair of observing eyes did
notice though, and he was a little curious why anyone would take an interest
in this guy.

Pauline could barely contain her anger as she played out her part. She wanted
to rip this man apart right here, but was not interested in anyone
interrupting the party she had planned for this guy. So they walked quietly
out a back door and down a hallway towards a quiet part of the building. The
judge wanted out of there, but Pauline indicated that she didn't have a lot of
time, and any quiet room in the building would do, as long as they could have
some privacy. So they found an empty room at one end of the hall and went
inside. Pauline closed the door, and unseen by the man, locked it.

"Please sit down sir. What is your name?" 'Bob. Bob Clymer', he said. "Aren't
you going to write this down?' "O, I'll get what I want without needing a pen.
I have a very good memory. Okay Bob, let's first find out where you get your
viewpoint. You seemed to have really stirred up a hornet's nest out there."
Pauline was exercising great restraint as she got more and more into her role,
her mind quickly filling in a few details to how she wanted this to go.

Pauline barely heard Bob drone on and on at how females started out as being
very fit, strong, with shapely curves, biceps, strong legs, etc. She was
seething as she listened to this wimp. But she was curious. " ... and then the
girls were getting bigger, and harder ... ... steroids came and ... ... ..
huge bulging muscles, it's disgusting, it's not natural ... " he went on.
Pauline had finally heard enough, and she interrupted him.

Meanwhile, a curious, alert security guard was looking for the mystery couple.
He had seen them walk out together, but lost them shortly after. He figured
maybe they went out to the parking lot, so he went out there. That cost him at
least another five minutes.

Back in the "interrogation" room, Pauline began asking some direct questions,
barely containing her annoyance and anger with Bob. "Okay, let me see if I got
this right Bob. You don't like women too muscular - right." 'uh, tha ... "
Pauline cut him off. "So you like some muscle on a girl, but not too much. She
sat on the table near Bob. She slowly pulled up her long skirt, just enough to
reveal her ankle. "Bob", she said slowly, "could you please be objective and
tell me if you think I have the muscle it takes to compete." She raised her
skirt up another few inches, baring her relaxed calf muscle. Her calf stood
proudly out from her think ankle. "Bob, what do you think?" Bob looked down,
decidedly nervous, not sure what to think. This was not what he expected.

"Hmm. Let's see, he stooped down to examine her lower leg. "Yes, I think you
have potential, I see good development there, the calf muscle ... .uh ...
what!" Pauline had very briefly pulsed the muscles in her powerful calf and it
expanded like a balloon, hard and ripped with veins running across it, and
just as quickly relaxed. Bob stood there stunned, shaking his head trying to
decide if he had seen right. "Well ... uh, yes, I would have to say you have
the makings. I would have to see more of your body to be sure though." The
closeness to this woman was making him nervous, so he decided to try bravado,
to sound confident. "Uh, ma'am, are you serious about this?" A good question
she thought.

"Oh, yes sir" sounding hurt. "But I need a qualified opinion, and since you're
a bonafide judge, I figured I could trust you." "Oh yes miss, good idea, I'm
sure I can help you. So, if it's okay with you, could I see more of you?"
Pauline smiled under her wide brimmed hat, everything was working perfectly so
far. Pauline carefully, and slowly, almost seductively pulled her skirt
further up, exposing her perfect legs, careful to stay as relaxed as possible.
Despite her best efforts, her legs exuded the hidden power that lay beneath
the surface, but were not bulging - yet.

Bob gulped as he stared at the thick, shapely muscles of a woman who looked to
be a very accomplished fitness star, if not bodybuilder already. Pauline
started in again, demurely. "Uh, sir. You said you don't like women too
muscley, right?", she barely twitched her huge thigh, which rippled just a
bit, but exposing more of the potential strength that lay hidden, just inches
away. Bob could only gulp as he stared at the incredible legs in front of him.
He had never been this close to such a pair of legs. A bead of sweat rolled
off his forehead.

"I mean sir. What if my legs were, Big, and Hard as Steel, bulging with man-
crushing ... .uh, I mean, uh, steel hard muscle.", flexing her thigh a little
more, and holding it for just a second. Bob inhaled sharply. Again, she flexed
the thigh a little harder, the definition and separation in her quads evident,
but just as quickly gone again. Bob just stared, a bulge beginning to show in
his pants. Pauline's smile widened, and she had to keep from laughing despite
her anger. "Sir, I mean, well ... it's a little personal, I hope you don't
mind ... ." She paused for affect. Bob almost fell out of his seat as he
caught a glimpse of another wave of powerful, rock- hard quad muscles bulging,
and rippling for a moment, teasing him as it quickly settled down again. Gulp
... 'Uh, oh, no, that's okay, go on, I won't tell anyone, strictly
confidential, official judge policy and all that." Bob was practically
drooling now as Pauline let loose a huge quad shake and brought the huge
muscle to a thudding earthquake stop, as it swelled larger with ripped,
steel-cabled muscles, the quads separated by huge canyons of muscle. Bob
couldn't breathe, and it looked like his hard-on would burst through his
pants. He hadn't even noticed that Pauline had taken off her top, and stood
only in her micro posing suit, with her number still attached to her tiny
waist.

"My boyfriend just loves my thick legs. I hope they aren't too thick for
competition. I mean he goes all goo goo eyes when I do this ... " and she
shook the huge quad back and forth for what seemed forever. Bob waiting for
the explosion of muscle he knew would follow soon. Pauline just teased and
teased as she kept shaking, finally Bob could hardly stand it and reached his
hand out almost as if in a trance to touch her leg, and she chose that moment
to bring the massive thigh to a powerful stop, muscles erupting even larger
across the broad width of her upper thigh. Bob's hand, as of its own accord,
reached out and touched the stone-hard, hot, rippling mass of muscle, fairly
drooling as he did so. " ... .sort of like you just did." Pauline added
sweetly. "Why I don't know why my R O C K - H AAA R D, Huge thighs turn some
men on so much, and other people don't seem to like huge, muscled women."

Oh, this was too rich Pauline thought. This guy was a closet female muscle
lover of the worst kind, and a coward not to admit it. Her anger began to
rekindle as she almost forgot why she was here in the first place. Pauline
continued to flex her massive thighs, and then brought his attention to the
huge muscles on her her massive arms. She still had her hat on and the scarf
tied loosely around her thin and neck, adding an erotic element to it. "I mean
these little old things are only good for squeezing a man sooo hard against my
beautiful chest. Would you like to see up closer Bob?"

Bob was not even aware of her words, and would never have recognized her voice
anyhow since he had never heard her speak. He was in lust, muscle lust and was
lost anyhow. Pauline was getting ready to spring the trap. Oh, she was almost
trembling with the excitement, it was perfect. She pulled Bob gently to her
heaving bosom, feeling his hard-on pressing against her thickly muscled thigh.
Despite her disgust, she played along just a little longer, it might make good
evidence later she thought smartly. She pulled Bob into her chest a little
harder, he made a soft grunt as some air left him. She flexed her massive
thigh hard against his dick, then relaxed. She massaged it with a flexing and
relaxing, while pulling harder against his back into her big breasts, but
starting to harden her breasts more and more as she tightened up the pressure.

"I just don't see what my boyfriend sees in my huge, powerful, sexy, thickly
muscled body that could just crush him to dust if I wanted, and my big,
powerful sexy chest with huge pec muscles that just ripple with power, big
enough for him to cum between ... " as she massaged his huge hard-on with her
massive thigh muscles. She felt him stiffen, and inhale, or try anyhow. She
relaxed her powerful muscles for just a moment as she felt him build to an
impending orgasm. Have fun while you can you twerp, she thought. As she felt
him start to cum against her leg she tightened her grip on his back, not to a
dangerous level but enough to drive the breath out of him while she flexed her
powerful thigh to its max and held it against his pulsing member. She laughed
inwardly at the irony of all of this, but it fed her anger. She tightened her
body more, her massive arms cutting into his sides, his penis exploding even
more with the sensory overload, the pain in his lower back confused with the
ecstasy of down below. He groaned as the air left him, and the pain mounted.
Pauline hesitated and pulled harder, her arms rippling now with power. She
fairly trembled, trying hard to hold back, not wanting to hurt him too badly,
yet. She needed him to understand what was happening. Bob continued to cum,
but was winding down now, almost two full minutes of squeezing and flexing
overloaded his sexual system.

The security guard was becoming somewhat alarmed now because he realized the
couple didn't get away from him in the parking lot because he had gotten out
the door too quickly. He cursed himself for not realizing that earlier. The
safety of everyone in the building was his responsibility, even the asshole
judge. He started to run for the security room so he could quickly review the
security tapes of the last 20 minutes. As he passed a room, he heard some
noises that sounded like grunts and groans. He wasn't sure what it was, so he
knocked gently on the door. Nothing. Bob heard the knock and tried to cry out,
but Pauline at that moment put a huge squeeze on him that knocked all the
breath out of him, and all that came out was a whimpered attempt at 'help me'.
The guard only heard muffled sounds and so he knocked louder and this time
tried the door to find it locked.

The sounds from inside stopped as Pauline held her deadly crush, annoyed at
the interruption of her task. Her arms trembled, rippling with muscle, but not
from exertion, but the opposite. She was exercising great self control not to
just crush him to death right there. She still needed to spring the last part
of her trap to complete her deed. The guard yelled now and insisted that they
open the door. He didn't have the key to this door with him, and that
frustrated him. If he couldn't get the cooperation of whoever was inside, he'd
have to run for the keys. "Hey, open this door. You can't be in there!" he
yelled. "Craaack!" could be heard through the door. The guard was stunned, he
had a suspicion what it was. Pauline cursed. In her anger, Pauline had
squeezed too hard and broke one of Bob's ribs. Bob was passed out now, his
head hanging limply on Pauline's muscular shoulders.

"Pauline Cushman!" the guard yelled. "Open this door. I know you 're in there,
and you have to let him go, I understand what you're feeling and I won't turn
you in if you open this door right now." There was a pause, followed by
another cracking sound as the frustrated Pauline accidentally squeezed too
hard again.

The guard realizing the futility of yelling started running for the security
room to get the keys and some help.

Pauline knew time was short, so started into her last phase of "training." She
relaxed her grip on Bob and he slumped to the floor. She pulled him up to the
table she was sitting on and slapped him a couple times, spitting in his face.
He startled awake with a loud groan, aware of a sharp pain in his ribs.
Quickly Pauline positioned him between her dangerously muscled thighs, and
closed them securely on him, but did not tighten yet. "Bob, Bob ... are you
awake?" Bob groaned and looked up at her from his uncomfortable position.
"Good" she took off her hat and scarf and watched the look of alarm and then
fear cross his face. Before he could react, she flexed her huge thighs and
piles of crushing muscles leaped from her legs and Bob's air left him again.

"Okay, listen up asshole. I'm tired of guys like you, and ESPECIALLY YOU
fucking up our contests. You are a big hypocrite anyhow you pervert. My big,
thick powerful muscles turn you on like a virgin teenager, yet you sit there
on the judges panel and give me low marks. Well, after the lesson I'm about to
teach you, you'll either straighten up, or never judge again. With that she
tightened her legs just to the rib-busting threshold quickly. His hands flew
to her massive thighs as the panic in his eyes increased. He pounded on her
legs, but they felt like steel, and even tightened further. His rib cage felt
ready to burst as his hands encountered mountains of crushing female thigh
power. Her legs pulsed to dangerous levels. Bob was in incredible pain and
could not breath. Slowly Pauline crushed harder on his damaged chest. Her
thighs swollen to a size that even surprised her. She felt a tingling begin in
her nether regions as she concentrated on giving just enough pressure to keep
from killing Bob, but wanting to damage him considerably.

Once more she tensed, her thighs pulsed, and ... ..

The guard rushed into the security office grabbing for the keys. He made a
quick glance at the security cameras and quickly tuned to the hidden
surveillance camera in that room. What he saw made him very scared. He turned
on the sound just in time to hear a loud, "Cruuuunch, craaaaackkk" as Bob's
rib cage started to give way. He paused just long enough to see if Pauline
would kill him. Though she didn't let go right away, he saw the huge ripples
of solid muscle relax some, and then more, until she only held Bob loosely
between her steel thighs. He saw Bob move, groan, and breath shallowly from
the pain in his busted chest.

That was all he had time for and he ran out of the room yelling for his other
guards. He managed to grab three other guys as he quickly explained what was
happening. It was at least another minute at a full run to the room. He hoped
he wouldn't be too late.

Meanwhile, Pauline removed Bob from between her massive thighs, not sure what
to do next. She knew Bob was in pain, but she wanted to knock him out. It was
too dangerous to put him in another body scissors, so she decided a head
scissor was in order. Bob couldn't fight her as he felt his body moved around,
and then he felt huge muscled thighs close around his head, and then instant
pain. His hands shot up to the bulging, rippling mass of concrete female thigh
muscles surrounding his pounding head, and he squirmed and bucked despite the
incredible pain in his chest, convinced he was about to die. Pauline
immediately went into a trance-like state, loosing awareness of everything
around her except the growing erotic numbness creeping up her fully flexed
thighs, centering on her hot vagina as the tingling she had felt earlier
suddenly hit her in waves. She was in total muscle-lust and was unaware of the
incredible skull crushing power she was bringing to Bob's head. Bob cried
loudly in pain, pounding on the steel thighs, but moments later it all went
black as he knew he was going to his everlasting end in seconds.

Pauline only knew that the most incredible orgasm she had ever felt was
coursing through her body, and was only dimly aware of the source, as her
natural body's reaction was to tighten and flex every muscle in her body to
maximize the physical feelings, so she did so, and her thighs swelled to
deadly size, thickness, and hardness.

Suddenly the door burst open, but Pauline was in another world and not aware
of anything but the ecstasy she was experiencing. The guards paused in the
door for just a second as they took in the horrifying sight before them. They
were mesmerized as they saw Pauline's huge thighs swallow someone's head,
still pulsing and rippling with power as she pulsed her thighs in time to her
secret orgasm. "Craaack ... ." As Bob's head neared explosion. They only had
seconds to act. Each man ran around the table and two men grabbed each leg and
started, or tried, to pull her legs off the man's head. They didn't exert
their full strength right away because they underestimated the amount of power
in her thighs. After all, they had two strong men on each of her one legs. But
instead, they were amazed to feel her powerful muscles swell even larger in
their strong hands, contorting the face of the man all but hidden between
their mass. "Crunch" went Bob's jaw bone as the men renewed their efforts. But
they couldn't budge the steel thighs, which inflated more as they heard moans
coming from Pauline's mouth.

The head guard turned quickly towards Pauline's head and drew back his big
fist and hit her in the head harder than he had ever hit anyone in his life.

Instantly her huge thighs relaxed as she was knocked unconscious. But had she
killed Bob the judge?

... to be continued.

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Pauline woke up with a splitting headache. She moaned with pain, and tried to
get up but the room started spinning. She immediately felt gentle hands come
to try and steady her, "Whoa girl. Easy. Don't move much, that's a pretty good
knock you took on your head." Pauline tried to clear the cobwebs, but her head
hurt so much she couldn't see straight. Someone handed her some water and
pills, which she took gladly. She tried to shake her head to clear it, but
that made it hurt worse, she bent over moaning.

"Where am I?" she asked. She glanced around slowly, trying to bring things
into focus. She recognized some of her surroundings, and then some if it
started to come back to her.

"You're in the locker room", a male voice said. "You, ... uh, well, what do
you remember?" the man asked nervously. He was obviously unsure what to say,
so took the best approach to see what she remembered.

She sat up a little straighter now, her head starting to clear, although it
was throbbing like crazy. She put her hand to the side of her head and felt a
huge knot and bruised tissue, she winced with pain. Let's see, she thought.
I'm in my posing suit, yes, I remember the competition, I remember posing, the
roar of the audience, waiting to get my trophy ... then..! "Wait", she said. I
remember the competition. I remember being on stage, going through my
routines, the callouts, the finalist. I was the winner ... but I wasn't, was
I?, she asked sadly.

Those around her just shook their heads and listened, waiting for her to go
on. Pauline hung her head and thought, then she sat up again, a questioning
look in her eyes, one of recognition and dread at the same time. "I remember
this judge, one of the judge, a little guy sort of twerp looking thing." She
didn't notice the light chuckling from the group of men around her. "I
remember ... I remember ... uh ... well", she choked a little, fear showing in
her eyes, tears started coming. "Is he ... uh, what did I do to him, is he, I
mean ... " she couldn't bring herself to ask the question because she didn't
want to hear the worst. She remembered breaking ribs, and remembers the body
scissor, but just barely remembered the head scissor. But she did remember the
stunning orgasm she was having when the lights went out. Since she couldn't
remember what she did to Bob, she feared the worst.

"Don't worry Pauline," one man said. "Bob will be okay. He's in the hospital
with several broken ribs, a severe concussion and a busted jaw which will be
wired shut for some time." ... 'probably a good thing' he said under his
breath - the others chuckled, but tried to look serious. "Oh my God, I don't
know what came over me, I was just so angry I didn't know what to do. How the
hell could that guy call himself a judge. I just wanted to teach him a lesson,
crush him, make him pay. I guess I could have killed him - huh?" They all
nodded, looking serious again.

"Oh my. What happened to me? Why does my head hurt so much. I doubt Bob did
this." The men in the room sort of looked away, several glancing at the large
security guard in the corner. The guard didn't say anything, he was instructed
to keep his mouth shut for now, and he was not too happy about it. An official
looking man in a suit spoke up, "Now Miss, what you did was very irresponsible
and a man got seriously injured because of it. There could be charges pressed.
Manslaughter, or even attempted murder I suppose." He paused for affect, panic
rising in Pauline's throat as the man continued. "But ... given the
circumstances ... " pausing again, barely suppressing a grin as he did, "I
think we might be able to work something out."

Pauline was sure she must have heard wrong, or at least misunderstood. "Whaa?
What do you mean work something out? I mean I nearly crushed a man to death in
my thighs", raising one of her muscular legs and flexing it as if to prove her
point. She ran her hand over the thick muscles for just a moment, rotating the
leg, her quadriceps muscles leaping out as she caressed her big muscles. The
guys in the room quietly adjusted themselves, each wishing they owned that
hand. Pauline stopped suddenly, aware of the change in the room, realizing
everyone was staring at her legs. She dropped her head, slightly embarrassed.

"Well, let me explain", the man began.

For the next hour Pauline listened attentively, emotions from dread, to
apprehension, to relief washing through her. She heard some of what she
already knew, that she was the overwhelming favorite, that this stupid judge
cost her the title. She didn't know there was going to be an investigation
into his judging, at least that was the original plan until she took matters
into her own hands, well, her own muscular legs that is. Pauline felt so
stupid and disappointed in herself when she heard this. If she only hadn't
lost it. But she was just glad she didn't kill him.

As she listened to the parts she didn't know, her jaw dropped open as she
heard the punch line. "Due to the severe concussion you gave Bob with those
thick, hugely muscled, ripped, rock-hard, and I might add, sex legs you have
... ." Pauline was beaming and giving the guys in the room a private show of
the hugely muscled thighs as she flexed her quads over and over, running her
hands up and down their massive girth as she did, looking at the bulges in the
pants of every man in the room. " ... you were saying sir? Please do go on."
He caught his breath and continued.

"Ahem, as I was saying, due to the concussion ... well it seems Bob has lost
his memory, at least some of it. He can't remember anything of that day at
all. He doesn't even remember being there to judge the contest. In fact he was
surprised to find out that he was a bodybuilding judge at all. This has been
quite a favorable turn of events for you I must say." Pauline was shocked at
her good fortune. But as she thought more about it, she knew there had to be a
catch, this was too good to be true.

"What about the witnesses, what about the men that stopped me, the security
cameras? Won't the Association be pressing charges?" she asked, hopeful.
"Well, here's the sticky part", the man said. "I'm afraid we can't just let
you get away with this completely scot free, or we'd have a lot of flat-
headed judges walking around", they all laughed at this comment, some of the
tension leaving the room as they pictured rows of muscular female bodybuilders
crushing the judges at the edge of the stage if they didn't stay in line.

"We are going to have a meeting, just a very small group of people who know
about this. We are going to try and keep this as quiet as possible, but there
are enough people who know, or suspect what happened that we can't just sweep
it under the rug. I know there will be sanctions against you, and, well, I
can't say now what they might be. But, you can probably figure ... uh ... " he
trailed off, sadness in his voice.

Pauline already knew.

Six months later ...

Her bodybuilding career, such as it was, was over. She was banned from the
sport, giving up the opportunity to turn pro or win endorsements, or anything
of the sort. This devastated Pauline but she couldn't help feel that she had
gotten off easy. It could have been much worse. The idiot judge had a full
recovery physically, was told that he had suffered a terrible accident at the
competition when some lighting fell from the stage and struck him in the head
and crushed him to the floor. Incredibly over $250,000 appeared in his bank
account for damages, and since he was feeling fine, he didn't press the
matter.

As for Pauline, she disappeared after the incident, breaking off all ties with
everyone she knew from that area and she moved to a different part of the
country. She didn't even tell her boyfriend where she was going. She was hurt,
angry, and upset with herself for getting so carried away. But a part of her
enjoyed it, she still remembers the incredible orgasm she was having as she
crushed that guy, and she had never experienced that before or since. She
wanted to know how she might do that again. She figured she knew how, but was
hoping for an alternative.

She was set up financially because it turns out that what she had done got the
attention of some people of influence who followed women's bodybuilding. They
knew of the incident, and were glad of it, but they could not endorse her
response publicly, so they secretly made sure she was financially secure. She
had done many people a favor by what she did to that judge. She did not know
who was behind her financial boon, but she had her suspicions, and if her
suspicions were correct she knew she would likely hear from her supporters
again.

Pauline was hooked on not just bodybuilding, but on maintaining her massive,
bulging muscular body. She was also looking for an outlet for her aggression,
and needed to experience that feeling she had when she had that judge locked
between her muscular thighs. Pauline quickly discovered the underground world
of fighting. Women against woman, and sometimes women against men, mixed
wrestling. There was fighting of every kind. Boxing with rules, no holds
barred fighting, wrestling, and submission wrestling. There was also fantasy
wrestling, and everything in between.

Pauline rather enjoyed the idea of a man worshipping her rock-hard body, so
she decided to make her start in muscle worship. .

Pauline was an immediate success. She was getting more hits on her web site
everyday and more requests for sessions than she could keep up with. The
rumors that followed her following her last competition actually served to
fuel her popularity. She was in high demand, and loving every minute of it.
Every now and then she'd get a request for full contact wrestling, not the
fantasy kind, but full out muscle to muscle against a man. She always had to
take it easy on them because she didn't want to hurt anyone. When she got her
legs around a man's chest, she always got that warm and tingly sensation in
her groin, but it was mostly frustrating because she couldn't squeeze hard
enough to satisfy herself.

She did have a request from a big burly man who laughed at the idea that she
could subdue him, in any way. She looked at him coldly. He had asked for a
muscle fantasy session because he had always been disappointed when he asked
to wrestle. None of the women he had been with could give him even the
slightest competition. So he laughed at the thought that she could be any
different. She just stared at him icily. "Are you a wagering man?" she asked
flatly. He just laughed again, but he stopped laughing as he noticed her
staring at him with a cold look. "You aren't kidding are you?" he asked
incredulously. She just stared at him.

A big grin spread across his face as he realized she was serious. But then he
hesitated. "Okay, what's the catch?" he asked. "I mean how do you expect to
pin me?" he asked again with a chuckle. "I mean look at me. I'm over 250
pounds. I spend 2-3 hours a day at the gym. I was a linebacker for a pro ball
team until just a year ago."

"Who said anything about pinning you?" she smirked. He started to shake his
head, realizing he was right all along. "I plan to crush you into submission"
as she stared straight into his eyes. His jaw dropped. He couldn't believe she
was talking like this. Was this a joke, or for real. He smiled. Maybe she was
serious. O well, he thought, it's her funeral. He started to get up to get
ready, but then he stopped.

Pauline had dropped the robe she was wearing, and bruno's jaw dropped. He was
looking at a female marble statue of muscle, a true life muscle goddess. But
just as quickly, he got his bearings, and tried to be bravado. "Well missy,
you have certainly spent some time in the weight room, that's for sure. I
would have really enjoyed the muscle worship, but I think I'm going to enjoy
this even more. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" "Well sir",
she replied politely. "This is your session, it's your money that makes this
possible, so you are the customer, and the customer is always right. I made
you an offer, and it's up to you if you want to take the risk. But Oh, by the
way, the price goes up for full contact wrestling, $500. But I have a special
today just for you because I like you. If you can beat me, you don't have to
pay. In fact I might pay you, because - you see - I've never been beaten. But
I guess there's always a first time."

He could not believe he was hearing this. But than maybe his hearing was just
as bad as his judgment. He pulled out his wallet and peeled off five new $100
bills and set them on the table, and turned to her, taking off his clothes to
reveal his wrestling clothes underneath.

Pauline stood there, lightly flexing her hard muscles, getting ready for what
was ahead. She started to feel tingly and wondered if there would be any fight
with this guy. "So," he turned to her. What are the rules?"

She laughed, "Rules? What rules? Oh, those rules, yes, every good competition
has to have some rules so we know when someone is cheating. Okay, let's see.
No guns. No knives. No weapons of any kind except the ones you're wearing. Is
that a club in your pants, or is that attached?" she laughed. His face turned
red. "What is wrong with you woman?"

"I promise not to hurt you too badly", Pauline added. "I think there is one
reasonable rule that I will follow, I don't care whether you hold to it or
not, because it doesn't matter", taunting him. "I promise that when I hurt
you, I won't do any permanent damage. That will be hard for me, because I
sometimes get carried away - as you might have heard. So it would be best if
you tried to fight fairly, and don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when
I'm angry."

Bruno was getting angry. He couldn't believe her arrogance. (He wouldn't know
the difference between arrogance and confidence if his life depended on it,
and it just might at that.) "Okay then lady. It's your funeral. But don't
expect me to take it easy on you, you brought this on yourself for being so
cocky. I wanted this session to last a bit, but I'm afraid I've run out of
patience with you so I'll make this quick, and the next time we'll do
something more within your ability level. Understand?" Pauline simply answered
by standing on her toes with her feet apart, and turned both her huge legs
into granite-filled, bulging muscle. She then put one foot out, and shook her
huge quad back and forth, and brought it to a sudden stop with a snap. He just
stared, his pants bulging a little more. "Okay, maybe I will take my time, I
can't wait to get my hands on that luscious body of yours. Any time you're
ready doll."

He walked slowly towards her, a grin on his face. She just stood there with
her hands on her strong hips, lightly flexing the muscles in her chest, abs
and legs. She looked like she had been carved from solid rock. Bruno
approached carefully. At least he took some caution, figuring she might even
know how to fight. "I hope you've got good insurance miss. It will be a shame
to mess up that incredible body", he said, pretending to be looking down at
her shapely legs.

With a moment's hesitation, he threw a knock out blow from below his belt
straight into her stomach. He saw that she didn't even see it coming because
she never flinched. The next thing he knew, he saw blinding lights and pain
shot all the way up his arm from his broken knuckles to his elbow. "Damn it
lady! I thought you said no weapons. That should include no body amour." She
started to laugh slowly, and then more and more. Her huge breasts shook, her
muscles quivered and rippled as her laughter increased. He was livid, his face
red with rage. "What the hell do you think is so funny about that. I nearly
break my hand because you're cheating, and you think it's funny?"

"Oh no, I'm not laughing because you about broke your hand. I'm laughing
because you're so damn stupid! He stared at her open-mouthed, his anger
building. "Are really that stupid, or just blind, or both?" she taunted.
"Well, I guess I shouldn't expect much, because you haven't shown yourself to
be too smart to this point. Have you looked at me, I mean have you taken a
good look at me. Not only am I incredibly muscular and stronger than you, but
I'm nearly naked. Do you get it? Almost naked. Where in the hell would I hide
body armor?" she asked, cracking up as she said it.

He just stared, realizing she was right. His mind just about short circuited
as it tried to assimilate this new information. But ... but ... he still
couldn't accept it. Then what did I hit my hand on, I mean how could it hurt
so much, he was thinking. He looked up, the realization setting in as he
looked at the stone wall which were her abs. As his mind expanded (what little
it could) to accept this new information, another thought hit his foggy brain.
One little thought - "Uh oh".

"Oh, and about that insurance you asked me about? I have very good insurance,
for me, not for you. You signed a waiver remember? This session was your idea.
You even paid me to beat you up, didn't you? Just because you didn't think it
was possible doesn't mean I'm off the hook for my services. I always deliver
on my promises. I may have a problem with only one of them, and if I do not
keep it, then I might have to use my insurance policy. I might accidentally do
you permanent damage, but I hope not."

For the first time, bruno really believed her, and he was afraid. Well, maybe
he had a little sense after all to realize (belatedly) when he was in over his
head. Trying to use the element of surprise again, he bolted upright and ran
as fast as he could to try and tackle her. As he got to her, it happened
again, he hit a brick wall, but this time he almost dislocated his neck.
Pauline stepped back a little, her balance upset by the 250 pounds that just
slammed into her. Then she stepped back toward the fallen man, and lifted his
head up between her thighs into a standing head scissor.

She put her head back, and with a look of bliss on her face, she started to
squeeze. Her thighs expanded, slowly at first, being careful not to use full
power. She didn't want to kill him. He felt instant pain, and his hands went
to her thighs automatically to try and pry them apart. He thought he was
hallucinating this time, that he had hit his head too hard because all he felt
was stone. But the stone was hot, and it was moving beneath his hands. He felt
the stone bulge, and then go back, and then ripples of stone would move his
hands around, in and out. Each time he felt his hands move outward, he felt
like he would faint. His head was in a vice, and he couldn't do anything to
free it. He realized finally, that the stone was her thighs, her huge quads to
be more precise. And she was in dreamland as she began to squeeze his head a
little tighter.

Her legs just seemed to expand further and further. She rocked on the balls of
her feet, relishing the delicious feeling as she ran her hands lovingly up and
down the huge ball of muscles that bulged from the side of her leg. She was
almost mesmerized by her own muscles as she ground her legs tighter. She heard
something that brought her back. Oops, she thought, I have to be careful, I
almost lost it right there. She realized the noise was bruno screaming and
pounding on her thighs. His face was red, and his eyes were bulging, and his
mouth was foaming. "O God. Stop, stop ... it hurts! I can't take much more,
you're killing me! Please stop" he sobbed. But Pauline relaxed only a little,
watching the huge muscles relax, and go from humongous, to simply huge. She
slapped the side of her legs which produced a simple thud. She took his hands
and put them back to the thickest part of her legs as she lightly flexed to
allow him to feel the sensuous nature of her sexy, muscular gams.

Despite himself, bruno erected again. He had gone soft at the height of his
pain, but now was simply suffering a headache as she had relaxed. "What do you
think? Am I strong enough? Do you think you can handle me big guy? Remember
the offer of the free session. You'll have to do better than this big man" she
taunted. He didn't know how to take this. He should have been able to get
free, but he felt like he was caught in a car crusher. Suddenly the pressure
went away, and he fell to the ground, almost smashing his nose into the floor.
He groaned, and looked up. He saw tree trunks. That is, he saw tree trunks
that were her thighs, but these tree trunks moved. It looked like huge snakes
were moving up and down her legs as the muscles bunched, and rippled and
rolled beneath her skin. "Feel that" she commanded. "Feel the little muscles
that are simply crushing you. You cannot take it, and I haven't really begun
to squeeze yet. But don't worry, I probably will before we're done. I hope YOU
have good insurance."

He stumbled to his feet, and charged again, this time careful to stop as he
got to her. He opened his big arms wide, and wrapped them around Pauline's
upper body, trapping her arms at her side. "Pretty good move guy. You got me
there. Now what are you going to do?" He threw his head back and started to
squeeze as hard as he could. Pauline actually felt some air leave her lungs,
and her ribs bent inward. She grunted, "ugh, pretty strong - for a guy", she
said. She set her face and began to flex. He felt the resistance and tried to
squeeze harder, but he had very little left. She didn't give in anymore, in
fact he felt his muscular arms moving. He looked down to see her forearms,
biceps, chest explode with muscle. He could not believe her eyes. He looked up
and she was staring right into his eyes with an intense look on her face. "Not
bad fat boy. But not strong enough." With that she flexed her arms harder and
began pushing outwards. Oh no, he thought, this can't be. Slowly at first,
despite using all his strength, he felt his arms moving outwards. He felt
another burst of power from her body, and he lost his grip on his wrists. His
arms were coming apart more quickly now as her upper body expanded with
rock-hard muscle. Her shoulders were breath taking, every muscle fiber was
pumping with blood, veins sticking out, and her traps like boulders above her
shoulders. She continued to power her way out of his hold, smiling.

"Well, I hope you got more than that, or you're in big trouble." She threw her
arms around him, not even bothering to trap his arms. And she squeezed.
"Aaaarrrggh" as all the air left his lungs. He felt steel bands erupt around
his body, which were in fact her 18 inch biceps powered by thick vein filled
forearms, and shoulders and back muscles that were steel hard. He groaned
again as he felt the pressure increase, the mountains of muscles looking like
the Himalayas. But there was no snow cover to these mountains, they were hot
and hard, beads of sweat beginning to show. He couldn't move, he couldn't
breathe, and his ribs felt like they would break. He brought his arms up as
best he could, and pounded on her back. It felt like granite, and he brought
his hands down to rest on her back, and began to feel the rippling hard
muscles with canyons separating each muscle group. She tightened some more,
his ribs started to creak.

She held the power just short of the breaking point, knowing just how far she
could go. She felt proud of herself for not breaking him up yet, it takes
great self control she knew. She was jolted from her reverie as she felt a
sharp blow to her nose which hurt like hell, and she realized it was bleeding
as she felt the blood seep down her thickly muscled chest, running through the
chasm that was her cleavage. "Oh, that was a bad idea sir", you are starting
to make me mad. To punctuate her point, she powered her arms almost to full
power just for a moment. Pain like he had never felt before shot through his
whole body, centered in his chest. He thought his heart would explode, his
chest was about to cave in. She grunted and gave him one more burst of power,
"Crrraaack, Pop ... .snap" at least three times in quick succession. She
released her hold and let him drop to the ground, in tears of pain, trying not
to breath too deeply from his crushed ribs. "O shit. Oh shit. I thought you
said no damage."

"I said no permanent damage. Your ribs will heal, although they are going to
hurt for a while. If you don't behave yourself, I might have to renege on that
promise. You thought that was strong, I'll give you power mister. I'll give
you muscles like you never thought possible, you won't know what hit you.

She laid down next to his hurting body, and lifted him effortlessly between
her massive thighs. She readjusted him until he was comfortably placed (for
her) between her man-crushing legs. "Okay baby. You asked for it. You better
put your hands on these thighs and feel as fast as you can, to get your small
amount of muscle worship out of the way before you black out. Who knows, if
you do a good job, I might just give you a little more time to breathe. After
all, I'm not in this business because I don't like to be touched. You show
these muscles appreciation and they will be good to you. Well, at least not as
bad to you."

And so she began. She flexed lightly, but giving him serious pain because of
his already busted ribs. "Oops" she said. "I forgot. Okay, here, feel again."
She flexed with her legs apart this time, her ankles wide open. His body moved
up with the swelling of her lower leg under him. Her legs turned to steel
under his probing fingers. Despite his pain he got an erection again. She
smiled, and made a little sigh. His hands explored some more, looking for a
soft spot. But every where he felt, he encountered rock- hard muscle. She
relaxed, and then she flexed very hard, but careful not to close her legs. He
shuddered from fear and arousal as he realized just how powerful her big legs
were. He knew he would be dust if she closed her legs and powered them that
hard again. As if she read his thoughts, she brought her legs only slightly
together, but kept them rock hard, like a flesh- covered, muscled pair of chop
sticks. He groaned in pain, and in arousal as he ran his hands up and down the
chiseled, rippling mountains of muscle. He reached for her calf, which she
gladly flexed in his hands. He touched her outer thigh, her upper thigh, and
ran his hands over each huge mound of her quadriceps. "Yes, you are pretty
good with your hands. You just might live after all." She closed her eyes as
she enjoyed the feel of his strong hands massaging her legs. "Harder she told
him. Try and knead the muscles in my legs, use your strength man." He pushed
harder, unable to dent the thick muscles. He barely moved the huge muscle
tissue around when she relaxed, and when she flexed, he might as well have
been pounding iron. "Come on. Harder, harder, I want to feel it." He was
squeezing as hard as he could now, sweat building, his ribs throbbing. "Hhmm"
that's better she said. Her legs hardening as she relaxed the rest of her
body, feeling the warmth spreading throughout her lower body. "Oh yes, that
feels good, although it's still not hard enough."

She flexed again, harder this time, moaning. He was frantic, the pressure was
mounting quickly, the air gone again. He ran his hands up and down her legs as
fast and hard as he could given that he was about to pass out. As she threw
her head back and closed her eyes, she let out a louder moan, and the
tightened her man-crushers even further. O God, she's going to kill me. His
ribs were bending now, the pain unbearable, her legs like steel. He was
beating on them as hard as his oxygen starved, hurting body would allow. She
only moaned deeper, the pounding feeling good on her Amazon body. She began to
feel that familiar tingling, and she was gone. She was in muscle lust now and
it was a coin toss for the poor guy helping to serve up one huge Amazon
orgasm.

Lucky for him it had been a while for her, she was ready. "Oooh yes. OOOhhh
yes, God that feels good ... don't stop.." (He wasn't doing anything, but she
had no idea). "Oh God I'm going to cum ... yesss ... yessss" Crraaaack, ...
cruuunnch, snaaaaap. "Aaaaaaah" she screamed in passion as her thighs closed
together closer and closer. His body was flattening between her steam roller
legs. Poop, crack, crunch snap. His ribs were going fast now, and she was
still in the throes of her orgasm, but it had peaked already, and she was
pulsing the muscles in her thighs, and his ribs stopped breaking, but he still
hadn't had a breath in a while.

Flex ... ripple, relax, flex ... ..massive muscles bulged, and quivered as the
orgasm wracked her body and she wound down. Her thighs were pumped like they
had not been in a while, the wrecked body draped over her huge lower thigh,
most of his chest covered with her upper thigh. His body was black and blue,
bruised from the top to bottom rib, and further. His internal organs had
almost burst, and he had internal bleeding. As she finally relaxed, she simply
rested her massive thighs on him, and she began to become aware again.

"O shit! Oh shit! Have I done it again? Did I kill him, O please no, no." She
jumped up and leaned over him to check for signs of life. He finally sucked in
a breath, and groaned even though he was unconscious. There was blood
dribbling from his mouth and nose, and his chest had some odd bumps to it, and
his waist looked a lot thinner. In panic Pauline got up and called a special
number she was given for just this circumstance. The party on the other end of
the line said "Don't worry, we'll take care of everything." Pauline hung up,
trying her best to revive the broken man, and then thought better of it.

An ambulance showed up minutes later, and several men scrambled in without a
word. They didn't ask a single question, they didn't even look in Pauline's
direction. They just did their work quietly, trying to stabilize his vital
signs. "How is he, is he going to be alright?" Pauline asked frantically. They
did not answer, but just looked at each other gravely. Pauline was scared.

After a time, they rolled him out of her house, into the ambulance and were
gone. Pauline was so scared. She expected the police to come to her door at
any time and arrest her at least for manslaughter - or worse, but nothing.
That was almost worse than hearing the loud knock on the door. After a week,
then another, and a month went by, and she heard nothing (she didn't try too
hard to find him either), she began to relax. Until one day, she did hear that
knock on the door and she about jumped out of her skin. In fact, she almost
dropped the 425 pound weight she was bench pressing at the time. She grabbed
her towel, and pulled it in front of her to try and calm down, and it just
tore in two. She was nearly in tears as she answered the door.

There were two men at the door, but they weren't cops. Who were they? They
were dressed in dark suits with shades on despite the fact it wasn't sunny
outside. "Pauline? Pauline Cushman?" they asked. "Or should we simply call you
The Crusher", they looked at each other and chortled. Pauline was horrified.
These men knew, but who were they, and what did they want?

"Pauline, we want you to know that we know exactly what happened, but we also
want you to know that no charges will be filed, everything has been taken care
of." "But ... how, why ... who are you guys and what do you want from me? And
that guy, is he alright, how badly hurt is he. Did I do any permanent damage?"

"First off, forget about that guy. It's best you don't go there if you don't
want to get into any trouble from that. We had to pull a lot of strings to
keep you out of trouble, but we're going to want something out of you if you
want this whole thing to go away." Pauline was relieved, but nervous at the
same time. She was smart enough to know that a conversation like this sounded
suspiciously like blackmail at worst, and at best manipulation which she could
do nothing about.

"Relax. You'll get answers soon enough. We just came here to assure you first
of all, and to let you know that someone is looking out for you. Don't you
worry about who right now, but we can only tell you that he is very impressed
with you - very indeed."

"But what does he want from me, and how does he do all this?" she asked,
already knowing the answer. People that can pull strings like this are usually
very powerful and accustomed to getting their way. "Like we said, we aren't
allowed to tell you very much, except that you will get to do what you enjoy
doing best. And you'll be well paid for it, and I think we can safely say you
will enjoy it like you've rarely enjoyed anything in the past. So, can we
expect your cooperation, or should we just go away and leave you to yourself
to deal with any consequences that might arise from your destruction of that
man's body?" The way he said 'destruction' sent shivers through Pauline's
body, but she knew better now than to ask again.

"Yes sir. I'll cooperate. I am very grateful for the help that you,..uh,
someone has provided for me. What do I do now?" "You just continue to do what
you've been doing. Hit those weights hard and continue to build that
incredible body of yours. Oh, and no more sessions. You must not do any more
sessions for now. You are out of that business for the time being. If you
don't cooperate with this last request, I'm afraid we won't be able to do
business or help you."

Business? What business was that she wondered? Well, she knew they had her
over a barrel. Besides, she was more than a little curious about what business
she might be getting into. These men were obviously very influential, so she
had to trust them.

What had she gotten herself into ... We'll find out in the next edition of
Pauline

[UnholyDk1103]

Pauline was puzzled at what the men who just left her house were up to. Who
did they represent? Who was this mystery man, and what did he want with her?
They had said something interesting before they left, that she would get to do
what she likes to do best. And they left her a video. She was very curious to
see what was on the video.

She immediately went to her study and put the DVD in the player. There weren't
any advertising, or lions roaring, or boys fishing from the moon, just a black
and white sign that stayed on the screen for about five seconds that said
something about some lady vs. a man, names she didn't recognize.

Then the next scene there was a large ring with two figures standing in it.
When the camera panned in to the female, her breath caught. The woman looked
like she had been carved out of living stone. Her body rivaled her own in mass
and muscularity. She might have even been bigger, but it wasn't clear yet how
strong she was. She paraded around the ring exaggerating her steps as she went
so the big quadriceps muscles of her huge thighs would thunder with each step.
She flexed those thighs, and then brought them to a shuddering step with each
heavy step.

She held her massive arms up and did a double biceps flex. She held this pose
for a while, her arms rippling with pure power. She turned her back, and
repeated the flex, huge muscles in her shoulders and back making shadows with
the light in the room. She had on a tiny thong bikini, her large, muscular
chest fairly bursting out of the material.

Her opponent, a man - and fairly large one at that - was a bit ruffled by her
incredible body, he was seeing it for the first time. He had never seen this
much muscle on a woman. But being a man, and not accustomed to any role
reversals, he just reasoned that "she was just a woman" after all. A big
mistake that many men make. He was getting impatient with all this prancing
around and head games. He was ready to get down to business. He shook the
nervousness out of his arms, keeping loose, dancing on his toes like a horse
about to shoot out of the starting gate.

The woman, her name was Kate, was all smiles like she was on a Sunday picnic.
This angered her opponent - Crusher. He was going to wipe that smile right off
her face at the first chance he got. Finally she quit prancing around, quick
introductions were made by the announcer, and the fighters went to their
corners to start round 1.

This was a submission only match, but death was optional.

The bell. Kate pranced out of her corner, smiling and bouncing up and down
like a teenage cheer leader. Angered, Crusher ran out of his corner like a
charging bull. He had his arms up to grab her and crush her, when she suddenly
disappeared. She had leaped clear over the charging man, and was standing
behind him. He turned around in amazement, and was met by a blinding flash of
pain to the side of his head, and then to the other side as she flashed out
with one foot as fast as anyone could throw two fists. She was still smiling.

Now he was really angry, but a little wiser, at least we can hope. He circled,
slowly this time, and put his hands up as if to engage her in a test of
strength. She almost doubled over laughing. "Hey big guy, do you think I'm
stupid. You must out weigh me by 75 pounds, and you want me to have a test of
strength with you?" Crusher just stood there, he hadn't expected this. But he
couldn't argue with her logic. "Well, okay!" she finally said, almost like a
dumb blond, "just to humor you I'll play your silly games. But try not to hurt
me too much."

Crusher just grinned, he couldn't believe she was going for this. He clasped
her hands firmly in his, above their heads. He was startled by her strong
grip, but then she did have pretty good muscles. He started to push. "Well big
guy, let me know when we're supposed to start." He noticed the rippling of her
arms as she resisted. He thought there was some trick, that she had a brace or
something, because he was pushing fairly hard. The only noticeable resistance
was a hardening and swelling of her large arms. He grit his teeth and decided
to end this quickly. He put everything he had into it, intending to knock her
to her knees and quickly crush her. His hands moved hers down about an inch,
then stopped suddenly as if they had hit something solid. He looked at her,
then behind her, looking for a chair, a table or something that her elbows
could be propped against.

Then he caught his breath. Both of her arms were bulging with rippling,
rock-hard muscle. But she wasn't breathing hard. The smile was gone, but there
was something else there that bothered him even worse, a confident smirk. He
pushed for all he was worth, sweat pouring off his forehead, but he made no
headway. He wore himself down like that for another minute before he heard her
speak. "Okay mister, I thought you were going to tell me to start, so I'm
starting without you." At that her arms burst outward with even more muscle
and he immediately felt pain all the way up and down his arms and especially
in his wrists as she bent his wrists back painfully. He instantly hit his
knees, and was hurting tremendously. She continued to push him down, steadily
increasing the pressure until he thought the bones in his hand would break.

"Pleeese" he squeaked. "You're hurting me, you're crushing my hands!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, why didn't you say something earlier, I thought you were going
to push. I didn't realize ... " she said with a big grin. She let him go, and
he staggered to his feet. She was prancing around again, flexing her huge
muscles for the crowd. She had her back to him, and he began to charge her.
She didn't need any special powers to know this, he was as quiet as a bull in
a china shop. When she knew he was just a step or two behind her, she bent
over deeply at the waist as though taking a bow, and upended him right over
her. He almost flew over the ropes as she bolted upright as he flew over her,
and bounced him off her muscular back.

She ran over to him as he hit the ropes and sprawled on the floor. "Here
mister, let me help you up." She grabbed him from behind and lifted him
effortlessly to his feet. In fact his feet left the ground entirely, and then
his face turned red, and his mouth opened but no sound came out except a quiet
"whoosh" as all the air left him. You didn't even need to be in the front row
seats to see Kate's arms expand, thicken, tighten, ripple, and swell once more
into steel cables of pure, man-crushing power. "Hey mister! Mister! Are you
alright, talk to me, I can't hear you!" she said mockingly as she swung him
back and forth, pretending to be shaking him alert, when she was in fact
crushing him harder and harder. His face turned several shades of colors, and
he was spitting, gagging, and making all kinds of strange noises.

"Oh, maybe he's choking on something. I better do the Heimlich maneuver on
him. They say you have to pull once, very hard to make sure whatever he's
choking on comes up the first time. Okay, you ready mister?" He was barely
conscious, and tried to shake his head no, but his head only wagged back and
forth as she shook him. She relaxed slightly, allowing him a shallow breath
and then ... . "Here goes" she warned him. She leaned back, and with a small
grunt powered her arms to nearly full power all at once. His back bent in
pain, her arms looked like steel, swelling to nearly 18 inches, hardening,
thickening, hardening again, the veins nearly showing the blood pumping as she
set herself. Her hands grasped further up her arms as she increased the
pressure. Barely breaking a sweat, she looked around quizzically. "Hmmm, I
didn't see him cough anything up, I guess I'm not squeezing hard enough." The
audience just moaned with glee as they knew what was next. This time, without
relaxing, she ratcheted it up another couple notches.

The audience gasped as they saw her arms of steel expand like never before.
Her face was set, her teeth gritted, a low moan of pure power coming from her
lips. "I'm trying to help you mister" she hissed through closed teeth. Crusher
was gone, his head lolled around on his neck, spittle and a little blood came
from the corner of his mouth, her massive arms cut inches deep into his
formerly hard body, and his back bent dangerously. Suddenly, the audience
heard, "Cruuunch, craack ... .snap", as Kate powered her hold for a few more
seconds. Crushers body jerked in silent pain, his nerves reacting even
unconscious, trying to relieve the terrible pressure. Finally, after several
more seconds, Kate finally let his unconscious body drop to the mat.

She looked down at him, then out to the audience, she shrugged her huge
shoulders like she didn't know what to do. The audience laughed, and began a
chant, slowly, but it quickly picked up steam. "Crush him ... crush him, crush
him, ... ... .and so it went. Kate smiled, flexed her entire body, and quickly
sat down next to Crusher, who had barely regained consciousness. He moaned
weakly, barely breathing, as she pulled his large body up between her thickly
muscled thighs. This is what the audience came for, her powerful, crushing
body scissors. It's her trade mark, although she's quite capable of finishing
off her opponents with her strong arms alone.

She looked up, "What do you want me to do?" "CRUSH HIM!" the audience shouted
all at once. And so she did. She squeezed only slightly at first, her large
thighs swelling with power, a groan escaping his lips. She looked out at the
audience. "HARDER!" they all said at once. She nodded her head knowingly, and
the audience could see her thighs harden further, into twin slabs of granite
hard, thick, rippling muscle. They must have been nearly 30 inches around by
now, but it was hard to tell because of the body smashed between them. Crusher
could not moan now, but he waved his arms and legs around slowly, trying to
ease the pain in his damaged chest.

"There, that should just about do it don't you think?" she asked the audience.
"NO - HARDER!" they shouted again, getting into their roles now. "Well, okay"
she said. "But this could hurt him badly, and I won't be responsible. With
that she turned back to the task at hand. She set her face, readjusted her
granite thighs, leaned back on her elbows and began to squeeze in earnest. Her
thighs bulged hugely, the man in them thrashed around at first, beating on her
massive thighs which just made a dull thud, and was rewarded with further
swelling of her massive, muscle laden, steel legs. The striations were deep,
the veins bulging, the skin nearly transparent as her legs began to squeeze
out whatever life was left in him. The audiences shouting died down now, in
expectation. The only sounds in the whole auditorium now was the low grunting
of Kate's exertions, and the flapping of Crusher's arms and legs, which had
now stilled. Kate leaned back, thrust her massive chest up in the air, and
with an Amazonian grunt poured on a full power squeeze against his chest. Her
thighs exploded with muscles as if they would burst through her skin. The
audience groaned collectively as they heard the snapping and cracking of his
over matched chest. More quickly now, "Craaack, snaaap, crunch, craack,
craack, ... .snap, pop ... " and quieter and quieter as she crushed every bone
in his chest. Blood was pouring freely from his mouth and nose now, his tongue
protruding from his mouth, his body flat between Kate's still squeezing,
hardened thighs. Kate's breath was coming in shallow gasps herself now, and
then her breath caught, the whole audience moaned with her as her legs
exploded even further one more time as a massive orgasm flowed through her.
Her legs rippling, jerking the corpse between them, smashing him flatter than
anyone thought possible. She groaned out her orgasm along with not a few in
the audience as well, many did not even have to touch themselves.

Kate finally came down to earth, picked up the body effortlessly, powered him
over head, then put him down on her massive back, and with one quick flex
snapped his back. A few more moans came from the audience. She then threw his
corpse over the ropes, and the audience came out of their seats.

... meanwhile ... Pauline had been watching this entire tape, she barely
breathed the entire time, she realized she had her hand in her own crotch, and
was sopping wet. She leaned back, played over a few images in her mind, and
with a muscle exploding, mind blowing ecstasy, exploded into a huge orgasm.

She knew she had found her calling. She could hardly wait until they contacted
her again ...

End of Part 3.


Pauline was fairly breathless as she finished watching a huge, muscular woman
named Kate destroy a large male on a DVD. Not only destroy him, but she
crushed him utterly, snapping all his ribs and breaking his back as she
crushed the life out of him. (See Part 3).

Pauline was not only astonished, but completely horny. She didn't know where
this latent lust came from, or why she would find something so gruesome highly
erotic. But she couldn't do anything about that, she just knew she had to have
more. She wanted to experience this first hand, but she didn't want to kill
anybody. Maybe she could find an opponent strong enough to withstand her
power, maybe even give her some competition. The thought of matching her
muscles with an equally powerful man - or woman, made her head swim. She found
herself breathing hard again, her large nipples stood out proudly on her firm,
large breasts. Her muscles were tense, rippling sensually as she dreamed about
it.

Shaking herself, she decided she needed to do something besides lie here
totally frustrated. She decided to go to the gym and try and work off some of
her muscular frustration. At the gym where she worked out, she had noticed a
muscle hulk watching her. She tried not to exert her full strength when others
were watching. She needed to maintain a certain mystique, but at the same time
be alluring. Alluring was not any trouble for her, hiding her strength was.
But tonight her little charade would play itself out perfectly.

She got to the gym and noticed the muscle-hunk was working tonight. She
strutted around in a skin tight lycra one piece outfit that was merely a thong
bottom, with strings around the middle to a too-small top that barely covered
her large breasts. As she strutted, she thrust her top out nearly bursting the
see-through top, and delicately flexed her strong thighs as she walked. She
easily saw the muscle hunk in the workout mirrors staring at her, and better
yet, she clearly saw him adjust a huge bulge in his shorts as she walked away
from him. She grinned to herself. The trap was set very well she thought.

She worked on some of the machines, setting the weight to about half of what
she was capable of, which was still more than most people used in this gym.
She acted awkward, and a little unsure of herself as she worked out. It was
nearing closing time for the gym, and she had seen the muscle hunk look at her
every chance he got. In fact, he seemed to have to do many little errands in
the weight room when she was there. Before his shift was over every single
weight, bar, towel, weight machine was put away and sanitized, twice - LOL.

Pauline sashayed over to the hunk, her lower lip stuck out slightly. (It was
five minutes before closing.) "Sir", she started, "I seem to be having some
trouble with some of this exercise equipment. I'm not sure if I'm using it
correctly", she said as she took a deep breath, expanding her top near to the
breaking point looking away as if something caught her interest in the corner
of the room. She heard the hunk audibly catch his breath and turn away quickly
with his hand down below his waist, adjusting "something."

"Ahem, first off, please don't call me sir, I'm probably only a few years
older than you. My name is Chuck. And yes, I can help you, but I'm afraid
we're about to close in a few minutes." Pauline's eyes fell, pouting she said,
"Oh, that's too bad. I still have a lot of time left, and I've hardly broken a
sweat. Whatever you could do to show me would be greatly appreciated." She
adjusted her weight to one foot, slightly flexing her powerful legs and
stretching her arms over her head breathing deeply.

Chuck startled some, as though searching for a way around the problem. He sure
wanted to help this hottie, but the club closed in a few minutes, and he was
the only one here tonight. Then his face brightened hopefully. "Well, uh, miss
- what is your name?" 'Pauline', she said cheerfully. "Well, Pauline, this
might be your lucky night, depending on you. I'm not really supposed to do
this, but since I'm closing up the place by myself I will extend an offer to
you. If you don't have to be anywhere right away, I'd be glad to work with you
one-on-one after we close and I've locked the building up and closed the
books. It should only take 5-10 minutes", he said, his fingers crossed behind
his back.

"Oh, you would do that for me Chuck!? That would be so cool, oh this is
great", as she jumped up and down for joy, she threw herself at Chuck and
nearly picked him off the floor as she pulled him hard into her luscious body
to give him a big hug. She held the hug for longer than necessary, as she
thrust her massive, firm breasts into his heard chest, and her powerful thigh
gently grazed his hardening member. "Oh you are so kind." She stepped back
slightly and ran her hand gently down Chuck's chest as she pulled away. Chuck
was aware that he had not taken a breath in a while, his jaw hanging part way
open. "I'll make it worth your while Chuck", she breathed seductively. She
slowly backed away, flexing her legs slightly as she turned to walk away.

"I'll be waiting for you in the weight room."

It was right at closing time as Pauline made her way back to the weight room
and looked around, trying to picture the next part of her plan. It probably
wasn't two minutes later that Chuck came back into the room. "I thought you
said you had work to do at closing that would take a little while?" Pauline
said quizzically, inwardly grinning because she knew that the trap was sprung
shut. Chuck, somewhat out of breath (from running and locking all the doors as
fast as he could) stammered out, "O, I realized that the guy coming in early
tomorrow asked me to leave things as they are and just put things in the safe.
He has to do some record balancing and said there wasn't much point in me
going to the trouble tonight" he lied easily. "So, I'm all yours gorgeous.
Where would you like to start, or do you want me to direct you?"

"O, I wouldn't know where to start" she said. "But I have always been
interested in those Thigh Masters I've seen on TV. Do you have one of those
here?", she asked coquettishly, fairly batting her eyes at him as she said it.
Chuck answered, laughing, "Oh no Pauline. We don't have one of those. I've
never been asked that before", then more thoughtfully as he noticed the
expression on her face - "but we have other weight machines that will work
nicely on your legs" he said as he looked down unashamedly at her full thighs.
"In fact, your legs already look way too strong for one of those Thigh
Masters", he said gazing adoringly at her thick, beautifully muscled thighs.

Pauline received the compliment graciously as she put her hand down to one of
her firm thighs, and flexed it slowly, seductively, the muscles bunching and
swelling, rippling softly, then quickly receding as she flexed another part of
her strong legs, turning them back and forth and sensuously rubbing her hands
down her legs. "They do seem to be pretty strong, don't they?" she asked as
she looked at him seductively. "In fact, my last boyfriend used to complain
when we wrestled that I gripped him too tightly with my muscular legs." Chuck
was fairly panting now as he watched her gently rippling thigh muscles playing
beneath the perfect skin of her shapely leg. "Hey Chuck, what do you think?"
she asked brightly. "Do you think my legs have too much muscle?" flexing them
harder as she asked. The large quadriceps bulging outwardly erotically as she
tightened them, and held the flex. "Here, give me your hand. My boyfriend
thought that this part of the leg, Oh, what do you call them? Foursome, or
four something?" Chuck couldn't even answer he was so entranced by the
incredible hardness of the thickly muscled thigh he was touching. He had never
felt a leg like this on a woman before. Bingo thought Pauline. "Oh, I
remember, quads, or something like that. Yeah, he thought mine were too bulky,
especially when I did this." She stuck her right foot out, taking a breath she
pointed her toes and flexed her thighs to their fullest, massive, powerfully
rippling mass. Holding the flex for a moment, she turned her leg to one side
then the other. Each turn of her massively muscled leg caused another group of
muscles to harden and swell beneath Chuck's trembling fingers. His hard-on
threatened to pop out the top of his tight shorts. Pauline just laughed to
herself. Men were so easy.

"Chuck. Hey Chuck!" she said louder. Chuck finally seemed to snap out of his
muscle lusting stupor and pulled his hand back. "You looked like you were
dreaming there" she said, taking his hand and putting it now on the other leg.
"You seem to like my legs, I'll take it then that you don't think they are too
muscular. I mean, they are just sooo thick. So muscular, some even say they
are massive, ripped, striated - that's a weird word isn't it?" she said
laughing. Chuck was gone again. So Pauline just continued, carrying the entire
conversation (monologue) such as it was. "Yeah, I don't really like to work
out my legs too much, because I don't want them to BULGE too much. I mean they
are already sooo strong, so hard. Here see, hit them." Chuck heard that, and
lightly banged his fist on the granite thigh that swelled with muscle in front
of him. "No silly. I said hit it, like this." She took her own fist and
solidly smacked her thigh hard, making no impression but a loud thud. Chuck
gulped, and hit her thigh harder, Pauline just smiled, so he did it again, his
hand almost hurt as she tightened her steel thighs fuller.

Pauline was near to losing it herself as well. She was exercising great
restraint to not just tear his clothes off and fuck him right there. But she
was really wanting to wrestle him first, test her strength against his, to
make her even hornier. So, how would she direct the conversation? She didn't
need to do anything, her answer presented itself a few moments later. Chuck,
still admiring and lusting after her big thigh, still running his hands all
over the incredibly defined quads, spoke quietly, hesitating, "Uh, Pauline.
What did you mean about your boyfriend thinking your legs were too strong? I
mean, you said something about wrestling with him. Is that right?" Chuck
asked, barely breathing, the thought of pressing his body against this female
hard body muscle goddess nearly had him exploding in his pants already.

Pauline decided to play it cool. She wanted to work him up some more first,
although she could have just outright told him she wanted to press her hard
body against his, thrusting her strong hips, trying to pin him or have him pin
her hard body with his masculine one with his hard-on nearly ripping through
both their clothes to penetrate her rapidly gushing pussy. No, she wouldn't do
that, not yet. Instead, "Oh, we used to just tumble around on the bed, you
know, just playing is all. We never really all out wrestled, he would probably
have beaten me so easily it wouldn't have been any fun for me. But once in a
while, I just got my legs around him at the right place, and squeezed real
hard, and he didn't seem to like it. That's probably why he thinks these
little legs are too strong" she said, flexing both thighs standing on her tip
toes as she said it. Her thighs swelled so powerfully, it pushed her legs
apart.

(Truth is Pauline nearly shattered every rib in her ex-boyfriend's body when
he made her angry once in their wrestling when he hit her with his fist. She
threw him down, pulled him into a straight body scissor and went to full power
immediately, cracking several ribs with her man-crushing, powerfully muscled
rippling thighs. But she didn't want to tell Chuck that.)

Chuck was breathing heavily now, fairly drooling as he pondered this. He was
about to make a move when Pauline changed the subject.

"Hey, how about my lesson on the weight machine. Since we seem to be so
fixated on my legs, why don't you show me the equivalent of the Thigh Master?"
she asked. So Chuck took her to the weight room and showed her the thigh
abductor and adductor machine. He explained how you put your legs on the
inside of the pads, and press outward to work the Thigh Abductors on the
outside of your legs. He lightly touched her thighs, running his hands up and
down them to point out the different muscle groups in her quads. Then he
explained the Thigh Adductor exercise, how you put your legs on the outside of
the pads, and squeeze your legs together, working the adductors on the inside
part of the quadriceps. He firmly ran his hands on the inside of her legs,
pointing out her adductors. Pauline shuddered with arousal, her nipples
hardening noticeably. But she wasn't ready yet. "Oh, the adductors - that's
what I squeeze you with isn't it?" she asked innocently, but the "you" part of
the question was not lost on Chuck. He just swallowed loudly, trying not to
lose it completely, his hard-on pressing painfully against the inside of his
shorts, pre-cum already dripping from his penis as he painfully pushed back
his rising arousal.

"Uhm, uh, yes, that's right. Those are primarily the muscle groups that you
used on your boyfriend that made him complain that you were squeezing him too
tight. So are you ready to try a few exercises?" he asked, almost drooling
with the thought of seeing those powerful thighs flex with the effort.

"I guess" she said. "How much weight should I start with? Does 100 pounds
sound like a lot?" Chuck laughed nervously, his arousal almost taking over his
senses, "Uh, for some people 100 might be a lot, but I bet you could do more
than that." He had NO idea. Pauline smiled to herself and said, "Well, since
we're not sure, let's start with 120 then, and see how it goes." Chuck set the
weights at 120 and Pauline took the seat, making the seat adjustments as Chuck
gently moved his probing hands around her body, making sure everything was set
properly as he explained the technique, etc. "Okay, go ahead, but don't strain
yourself. Start slowly."

So Pauline began with the adductor, gently squeezing on the pads, careful not
to exert her muscles too much, she had already shown Chuck a good deal of the
size of her powerful thighs, but he had no idea how strong they were. So she
tried not to flex too hard, but pretending that she was at least working,
whereas 120 pounds was so light that she almost brought her legs together
without thinking about it. As she flexed her legs to start, Chuck caught his
breath again as her thighs swelled gently outward, and the weight started to
move. Pauline grasped the handles, breathing steadily as she was instructed,
and slowly brought her legs together, and held it for a moment before
returning to the starting position. Despite her efforts, her thighs began to
pump, and ripple with power - she couldn't help it. But she had hardly exerted
herself yet, so Chuck was still in the dark. At about the 12th rep, Pauline
started to slow down until she got to 15, and was "trying" to push out number
16. Then she stopped, wiped her brow and said, "Wow, that felt good. It wasn't
too heavy, I seemed to do it easily enough. I don't know how many I could do
at the next weight, but aren't we supposed to increase it slightly and try
again, but I do less - right?", she asked as if she had barely a clue.

"Yes, very good Pauline. That's exactly right. Now let's see, you worked 15
fairly easily, so lets up the machine to 150 and see what you can do." So he
set the weight, and Pauline began again. This time her thighs pumped even more
as she began to steadily push reps. 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... .4 ... 5, pause, flexing
... 6 ... . 7, longer pause as she (pretended) strained, her thighs pumping
larger, rippling with powerful sexy muscle. Going for 8 more slowly now, her
thighs rippling like liquid marble. She started to "grind" out number 9,
breathing heavily now, she turned to Chuck. "It's getting harder, what now, I
should be able to do these." Chuck put his hands on the outside of her steel
thighs, almost cumming on the spot. "I'll spot you" said Chuck. "It's where
you do most of the work, but I just help you over the hump so to speak. I
provide enough pressure on your legs to help you finish the exercise. That way
you get the maximum benefit, and don't have to stop early."

(Good lesson Chuck)

So with Chuck's trembling hands feeling the swell of the huge muscles in
Pauline's thighs, she began the last few reps. With his hands helping (yeah
right she laughed inwardly), she managed to get to 12, then 13, her thighs
nearly exploding with muscle now, but more from her forced flex than actual
use of the muscles themselves. As she finished 13, she stopped and drooped
over the machine, with a big exhale. "Wow!, that felt pretty good, and my
thighs really look pumped. I've never seen them like this before. Feel them
Chuck. Aren't they hard?" she beamed.

Chuck's hands roamed around the huge thighs, feeling the large outward sweep,
down to the narrow taper just above her knees, feeling the separations and
striation Chuck was almost overcome with lust. "uuuh," he almost moaned, "uh,
yeah, they're pretty hard I'd say. I can see why your boyfriend complained if
you wrapped these babies around him and squeezed. That had to hurt." That was
exactly what Pauline was looking for.

"Oh I don't know. I think he was a wimp, not a big, strong bodybuilding hunk
like you. I bet you could take my holds without any problem. You'd probably
wipe the floor with me. Do you want to try. I'm kind of tired after these
exercises, you can show me the rest of the equipment later if you want." She
needed to get this hunk close to her hard body, she needed to squeeze him,
hard. She hoped he was up for it. He was "up" alright, and ready to explode.

So they went to the mat room, and squared off. "What do we do now?" Pauline
asked. "I mean what about technique and that sort of stuff?" she asked, really
not wanting an answer, but trying to sound ignorant. "Let's not worry about
that right now. Let's just grapple some, try a few things and see how it works
out, and I'll try to stay out of those man-crushers. We'll just have some fun,
nothing serious, and later I can teach you some more wrestling if you want."
Pauline was fairly trembling with lust for this hunk. She was ready. "Okay,
you make the first move Pauline. I've done a bit of wrestling, but I'll try
not to use any of my moves on you."

Pauline grinned as she rushed towards Chuck, ready to rip his clothes off
immediately. Chuck was surprised by the quickness and aggression of her
charge, and was knocked clean off his feet onto his back, almost having all
the breath knocked out of him. Pauline squirmed for control, Chuck twisting
this way and that trying to escape her strong grasp. Pauline really did know
wrestling, and it was hard for her also to pretend ignorance. But all she
really wanted to do was smother this hunk with her big, hard body. She wanted
that hunk of meat inside of her, but didn't want to outright rape him. So she
struggled to pin him, or just make as much body contact as she could. She was
sufficiently heavy with her well-muscled body that he couldn't just throw her
off, he actually was struggling, surprised at her strength.

"How am I doing?" she asked. "Uuggh. Quite well in fact, I can't get loose too
easily" Chuck gasped. "Really, I'm holding you that well?" Chuck twisted hard,
exploding with muscle as he made a sudden effort to get out of her lock. He
partly escaped her grasp, but she lashed out at him with her feet, catching
him between her legs around the lower part of his waist. Pulling him tight to
her, she tightened her thickly muscled thighs, sighing with contentment as she
had him right where she wanted him. "Oooohh aaargh" his breath whooshing out
of him. "Oohhhhh, your boyfriend was right. You are really strong in the
legs", he said as he worshipped the bulging muscle holding him captive. She
gently flexed and relaxed her huge legs, loving the attention he was giving
her. But she yearned to really power down, to test her strength against this
stud. She hoped he was a strong as he looked. She tightened a little, a groan
escaped his lips, his face reddening. His hands worked frantically over her
massive thighs, looking for a weak spot, feeling nothing but rock-hard
chiseled muscle exploding beneath his probing fingers. His penis was also as
hard as a rock, near to exploding, even as the pain started to mount,
confusing his poor brain between the incredible pleasure of her rock-hard body
and the crushing pressure on his waist. Good thing she didn't have her legs
around his chest.

Suddenly the pressure got worse, "Oooof" was all he could say, all his air was
gone, his body felt like it was in a car crusher, and he could feel the
further swelling of her incredible thighs, pulsing with power, easily smashing
his body flat between her man-crushing thighs. Suddenly he felt something soft
grasp his rock-hard penis beneath his shorts. He groaned with pleasure, right
on the verge of cumming, when he suddenly felt like his body would burst as
her thighs tightened further, swelling outwards powerfully, moving his hands
further apart, his guts ready to burst, bile rising in his throat, then she
squeezed and pulled on his hard cock, and the flood gates let loose as he shot
cum into the air higher than he ever had before. Stars exploded in his eyes,
as his body was crushed even harder. He knew he was about to die, and the last
thing his overwrought body sensed was a loud groan that was not his own, and
his hands sliding down over the thickest quadriceps muscle he had ever seen or
touched. Her muscles were hot with power, blood coursing through huge veins as
she poured the power to her hold.

"OOOOOhhhhhh yes. O God ... .Yes, Yesss ... . Ooooooh" Pauline screamed
loudly. She was experiencing a powerful orgasm as she crushed the helpless man
between her thighs, which were probably pushing 29 inches on the tape, with
bursts to nearly 30 as she crushed, and crushed, flexing powerfully, orgasms
wracking her sexy, powerful body pulsing its way through her thick, steel hard
thigh muscles, centering between their power-packed girth and the body she was
crushing between them. As her orgasm wound down and her conscious senses
returned, she quickly looked down at the seemingly lifeless man between her
thick, now relaxed legs. She sighed contentedly as she saw he was breathing
evenly, large red, and black and blue bruises showing around his waist. Well,
he didn't throw up, she didn't hear any bones break, and she could see his
limp, spent penis with puddles of cum all around and realized he probably
wasn't complaining anyhow.

..fifteen minutes later ...

Chuck groaned as he started coming around. He was dimly aware of two things,
the incredible pain in his crushed waist, and the incredible pleasure he was
feeling in his groin. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he
remembered wrestling with Pauline, and realized she had crushed him between
her thighs. He then realized that Pauline was the source of the incredible
pleasure he was feeling. She was sitting astride him, her powerful breasts
stuck straight out, her hard bullet-like nipples piercing the air, and her
powerful body moving gently up and down on his very hard member. Her thighs
pulsed gently with power as she was careful to keep her weight off his bruised
middle. In fact, she was nearly supporting all her weight on her feet, as she
nearly squatted over him to keep from sitting on him. As he became fully
aware, his senses were flooded with the sensuous nature of her dominating,
powerful body, and his penis suddenly pulsed to a super-hard state, swelling
even more powerfully in her body, rapidly approaching explosion as his hands
found her powerful thighs, and his eyes drunk in the site of her massive
muscular chest above him. He was pushed rapidly over the brink as she brought
her two arms up and hit a double biceps shot while looking down lustfully into
his eyes. Her arms swelled up, and up, hardening, separating into huge mounds
of granite muscle, her shoulders bunching and rippling with power. He exploded
inside of her like he had never done before, like loosing his cherry all over
again. He moaned, and groaned, pushing up as hard as he could to maximize
contact with her powerful body. Her eyes closed as she felt herself filled to
overflowing with his cum, her body trembling on the brink of another orgasm
for herself. She came suddenly, and powerfully, using her biceps as the outlet
of her muscle lust so she wouldn't crush him again. Her huge upper arms
swelled larger yet as she flexed herself through another orgasm, the biceps
peaking to the height of her massive shoulders. Looking up at the incredible
sight before him, Chuck shuddered and came even harder, fueled by her lust. So
it went building and building for both of them for at least another minute as
they experienced mind numbing orgasm after orgasm together.

As they both wound down, their overloaded senses and brains shut down, and
they passed out in a heap next to each other, breathing deeply and evenly.
Even the bruising and pain in Chuck's body was numbed as though he had
received a large shot of pain killer.

They slept coma-like together almost until the morning shift came in.

End of Part 4.

Pauline and Chuck became a regular item after that first night. Chuck
worked extra hard to toughen his body in order to keep up with his sexually
charged muscle Goddess. It seemed at times that they could skip their gym
workout because they would have sex for hours on end, straining every
muscle in their bodies as they ground out orgasm after orgasm. Despite what
most macho guys would claim, the male body isn't made for sex as an Olympic
event, because the man has to "give" to the female, he has to be "up" for
it over and over again. There is a limit to how much sperm the male body
can produce - although Chuck's supply was in record proportions as compared
to the male population at large, thanks to Pauline's insatiable appetite.

So Chuck was becoming desperate to help Pauline find some alternate, or
more likely, additional outlet for her sexual, muscle-lusting obsession. If
he couldn't keep her satisfied, she was going to seriously hurt him one
day. He had already suffered bruised and cracked ribs between her power-
packed rippling thighs, and she had knocked him out on numerous occasion
both in her nut-cracking head scissors, and chest scissors. His penis was
worn out after multiple sessions in one day. Even at 29, he had to try
Viagra and other drugs to try and keep it up for Pauline, who was getting
increasingly frustrated that he couldn't keep up with her.

He wasn't ready to give her up, he would be ruined for sex with anyone else
for the rest of his life, so he tried what he could to find an alternative.


They talked for hours after a long evening of hard sex one day. Pauline
shared how she had come to be where she was. She related how she had nearly
killed a bodybuilding judge a while back, and was kicked out of the sport
(See Pauline Part 1). She further explained how she got into muscle worship
and muscle fantasy and mixed wrestling sessions and it happened again. She
crushed a man so badly during a wrestling session, that she wasn't sure if
he was even still alive.(See Pauline Part 2) She last saw him being whisked
away by a a private ambulance company, and never heard anything about him
again.

She said that some mysterious and secretive man, or group of men, had taken
an interest in her and what she had done to the judge and the muscle-
wrestling fan, and had somehow taken care of her muscular mishaps. In the
process she had watched a huge, muscular female named Kate totally demolish
and crush a man to death in a DVD production that was not staged. (See
Pauline Part 3)

And that brought them to how they met (Pauline Part 3). Pauline explained
to Chuck that she had been so turned on by both squeezing those men between
her own legs, and watching that man get destroyed on the video, that she
went out in search of an outlet for her own muscle-lusting obsession, and
she found Chuck.

Chuck just sat there dumbfounded, not sure what to say. He didn't know
whether to be grateful, angry, scared or excited. It was actually a
combination. He shuddered when he thought of what she did to those men,
that it could have been him. But he was definitely scared and excited at
the same time about her powerful body. He had no misconceptions after the
months they had been together about her incredible strength. That was the
primary reason that he hit the weights twice as much in the last few months
than he used to. He wanted to survive and enjoy her powerful body so she
wouldn't accidentally crush him. But he could see that she had issues about
her muscular obsession that went to dark places that he was sure he didn't
want to go, and couldn't go with her. Yet she excited him so much he didn't
want to let her go. Besides, he knew that he did not want to get on her bad
side. He hurt when she was happy, he could only imagine what she could do
if she got angry. Well ... he had an idea since her heard the story about the
bodybuilding judge. So, they put their heads together to try and think what
they should do.

After a few more weeks, Chuck had a plan. Besides, he was getting more and
more bruised, and he didn't want to end up in the hospital and try to
explain how he got so beat up.

The two of them sat down for a few hours to discuss the plan. Rather than
go into details about it here, I'll cut right to the chase.  Chuck had some
contacts in law enforcement who had been working as cops for a long time.
They were growing tired of seeing legitimate (is there such a thing?)
crooks put back on the street either due to legal loopholes, or over
crowding in jails. These guys were getting more and more reckless and
dangerous and just thumbed their noses at law enforcement because they knew
they could get away with it.

... blah, blah blah ... .  Fill in the blanks ...

. . . a few hours later. . . ". . . and remember Pauline, we have to
maintain the utmost discretion on this. If we screw this up heads are not
just gonna role, people will go to jail, careers ruined, and good people's
lives will be destroyed. But, if we do this right, we will be doing society
a favor, not to mention making some cops real happy and not a few victims
as well. We will only deal with the open and shut cases where we know these
guys are dirty, and we know that they have gotten away with it, some of
them blatantly."

. . . you get the picture . . .

After spending the rest of the night going over the details, making sure
all the bases and tracks were covered, they laid out their first hit.
Though they wanted to error on the side of caution and discretion, they
also wanted to make sure they never hit on someone that didn't absolutely
deserve it. Said another way, they would only pick on the worst offenders,
and the most flagrant abusers of the system.

Their first choice was a rather well-known one that had made national news.
It was on headlines because of the horrendous way that justice was
perverted. The offender, which the headlines called "The Night Stalker" (I
know, no imagination), was basically caught cold. It seemed open and shut.
The girl he was raping, and had beaten severely, survived. She positively
identified him in a lineup.

There was other evidence, but it was all thrown out in court because of
mistakes made by the police in the "chain of evidence", the fact that the
evidence could have been compromised before it was stored in the evidence
locker. Also, there was some technical fine points that weren't followed
exactly having to do with the search warrant, and all that evidence was
thrown out as well. After he got off, the guy sneered at the cameras, the
victim, and the police, taunting them, and as much as admitting that he had
done it, but there was "nothing you can do about it."  He laughed. The
victim was terrified, figuring he would try to finish the job. She is
pretty sure he's been stalking her since the trial, despite a restraining
order, but he hasn't been caught.

So Chuck and Pauline, and Chuck's "contacts" with the police force, helped
set Pauline up to "meet" this guy "accidentally".

The only weapon the guy used in his attacks has been a knife, and his large
frame. Intimidation is a powerful weapon if you have it. So of course that
didn't work with Pauline, she was itching to cross paths with this guy.
From some tips, they knew where this guy hung out, so Pauline started to
frequent the same bars. It wasn't long before word got around about this
woman who was built like a "brick shit house", and that got the criminal's
attention. It was only a matter of time.

So finally, one Saturday night, Pauline was about to call it a night, when
she saw him walk in. She stayed at the bar, ignoring everyone, making sure
it was obvious she was alone. In fact, they had staged a phony setup where
this another guy, an actor they had hired, was supposed to come on to her,
and she was going to rebuff him rather abruptly, thinking that the
"Stalker's" ego would get the better of him and he would walk right into
their trap.

It worked perfectly.

As the tweedy looking actor hit on Pauline, she told him to get lost in no
uncertain terms, loud enough that most of the bar could hear it, but
especially the lunk head rapist. He sidled up next to her, and asked if she
wanted him to take care of that little twerp. She politely declined his
offer, but thanked him for it none-the-less, giving him a radiant smile. So
he tried to make his pick up line. It almost made Pauline laugh he was so
clich'. We won't even repeat what he said. It would have gotten him nowhere
with anyone half way intelligent, but Pauline played along - to a point.
She didn't want to appear too easy, because they figured that this guy's
game was partly "the hunt". If she just said "let's go to my place", she
might lose him (though unlikely with her incredible body). It was about
control, and the big dope had to be in control - or at least think he was
in control.

So Pauline played her part, trying to politely decline his offers, saying
no thanks, she was not interested, perhaps another time. She asked him
questions, which was part of the plan, so if things did not go the way they
hoped, they might have something to go on in case he said anything
incriminating. No such luck. So finally, Pauline started to get a little
rude, and told the guy that "No", she was not interested, and that she had
to be leaving soon. The guy put his hand roughly on her arm to stop her,
and tell her that she was making a big mistake leaving a hunk like him
(gag!). It took all of Pauline's self control not to rip his arm off, let
alone try to stay relaxed so he wouldn't feel her massive bicep ball up
into a softball-sized hunk of rock-hard muscle. But she stayed relaxed, and
gently but firmly extricated her arm from his grip. She said she was
leaving, and was going to her 4th Street apartment for the night. She threw
that last one out for good measure, figuring that if he didn't follow her
out, he might try to intercept her on the way to her apartment.

She made it known she was alone, and that she was walking because she
didn't want to have to worry about DUI's. So the trap was set, would he
take the bait?

(Well, we already know don't we? I'm writing this story to get to the
female crushes male part - right?)

As Pauline walked slowly towards her apartment, she stayed in the shadows,
and used alleys and dark streets to make it easier for her prey. It wasn't
long before she felt his burly hands grab her from behind, and jerk her
around. It took great acting skills for her to act afraid, and to even use
a girly voice. "Hey, what are you doing here mister? I told you I wasn't
interested, so please leave me alone, I don't want any trouble."

"Lady, you made a big mistake back there in the bar. I tried to be polite
with you because I didn't want to make a scene, but I'm afraid you've
pushed my patience, and now you're going to have to pay."

Pauline squealed, and tried to struggle a little, and made a feeble effort
to run away. He caught her in about five feet, and when he yanked her
around he had a knife pointed at her throat. Once again, Pauline had to
fight her instincts, or he would already have his balls kicked in, and the
knife sticking out the top of his head. He threatened to stick her if she
made any noise, and he started to drag her to a dark alley.

"Oh please mister, don't hurt me! I'm sorry, I'll cooperate. What do you
want? I've got money in my purse, just take it and leave me alone -
please!"  Pauline was playing it perfectly. The idiot had no idea he had
his hands on a powder keg of dynamite and that he lit the fuse already, and
it was a short fuse. Pauline was already planning her move, tensing and
flexing the hard muscles beneath her modest clothing. She wore very loose
fitting clothes, a knee length skirt and a top with long sleeves that
buttoned up to her neck. She simply looked large, perhaps even fat if you
didn't know better, but she had the most beautiful face to set off her
"fat".

This guy had bought it hook, line, and sinker, and was about to get his
"just rewards." But again for insurance, Pauline had to make sure this guy
pulled the trigger so to speak, in case this thing went south, she would at
least have evidence to bring to trial. It would be hard to explain video
coverage of the event, but regardless of it's usefulness, she had a helper
follow them at a discrete distance with a low light camera, to record the
whole thing, and step in with a gun in case anything got out of hand.

That would be unneccesary, but a smart precaution anyhow. And as it would
turn out, the video would be the largest viewed video excerpt on You Tube
for the year. The entire DVD could be bought on the underground network for
a large fee. It would be a financial bonanza for all involved, except the
perp.

Pauline allowed herself to be dragged off the streets into a wooded area
that was very secluded. With the knife still to her throat, the rapist
threatened to slice her throat if she made a peep. With the knife still to
her throat, he pulled her skirt up, and ripped her panties off. He kept
talking trash to scare her, he let slip a few careless words about his
history, boasting about his other prey. Pauline "took the bait" to egg him
on. "O no, you're not that guy I saw on TV are you?  Haven't you killed
women, been arrested for rape. Oh my God, please don't hurt me, I'll
cooperate, I won't say anything ... " on and on Pauline went (she would have
gotten an Academy Award for her performance.)  "O shup the fuck up for
God's sakes lady, or I'll kill you just to shut you up. I just wanna piece
of ass, and you look like you might have a fine one."  "O, well, is that
all you want, you could have had me if you had just asked nicely. After
all, you're not too bad looking yourself (Huuuge acting job ... ). In fact,
you've kind of got me hot with all this rough play, and killer talk. I've
got kind of a wild side myself you see (a bit of an understatement.)"
      The bad guy was confuse, and he started to hesitate. This wasn't the
way it was supposed to work, they were supposed to be scared and stay
scared. His mind went blank for a moment. Pauline continued. "Here, let me
help you." She reached down, and pulled her skirt back, and removed the
rest of her shredded panties.  "How 'bout I make you a challenge?  If you
can out wrestle me, you can do anything you want with me. You can have me
up the ass, I'll suck you off, go home with you, I'll forget this whole
rape attempt completely and not even report it to the police. I told you I
have a wild side, you wanna try and take me on?"
      The would-be rapist about flipped out by this time. None of this
computed. Finally, he shook his head, and tried to take charge again. "Shut
the fuck up bitch!  I'll do what I want with you anyhow. I may wrestle you
if I want to, but you have no choice in the matter, I'm in charge, I have
the knife.." and he held it in front of her face as if he had to prove it.
      What happened next happened so fast you would have missed it if you
blinked. One moment he had the knife in her face, the next moment she had
his wrist in her hand, squeezed so hard in one second that his hand went
numb and before he could drop the knife, Pauline reached with her other
hand and grabbed it away from him - disarming him in about two seconds
flat.
      "Mister, I told you what the deal was. Now forget about the knife,
you don't need it.", and with that she flicked it in the direction of the
hidden camera man, certain to never touch the handle, and being sure she
cut her hand on the blade in the process. Smart girl, good plan so far. The
rapist was totally limp by this time, his face so red it looked like he
would burst. Pauline was enjoying herself, but it was about time for her to
get serious. "Why you fuckin' whore, bitch! I'm gonna kill you, and then
have my way with you", he swore as he started to bring his big fist down
towards her face. Again he was confused when he felt a tremendous weight on
his lower back, and his hand was stuck as if he had hit an invisible wall
of clay. He couldn't budge it, and had no idea what had happened.
      "Good Lord mister, are you that stupid?  You have the best piece of
ass you'll probably ever get underneath you with her legs wide open, and
you want to screw that up. Shit, you must be fuckin retarded or something.
Now are we gonna wrestle, or should I just finish you off right now?  I
told you how it would be, and I'm kinda getting hot with all this rough
stuff. Let's get it on." With that, she effortlessly rolled him off of her,
and stood up a few feet from him.
      Without another word, and a loud roar of anger he charged at her with
his head down. He caught her right in the stomach with his head, his hands
wrapped around her like a pro tackler, except she didn't go down. In fact
his head and neck hurt from the collision, and she only went back a foot or
two and then stopped. "Alright, that's better there. Yeah, give it to me
baby. Let's get started, let me know when you're ready!" she almost laughed
at him. He was going for it perfectly. Some men, heck most men, have a hard
time comprehending anything outside their own reality, and this was so
outside of the "norm" that he couldn't get his mind around it. He was
enraged at how she had tricked him so far.
      He tried another tact. He backed off a short distance, ran towards
her but this time stood upright in front of her, threw his arms around her,
pulled her off her feet and began to squeeze her for all he was worth.
Pauline groaned, coughed, and exhaled sharply as the pressure increased.
Don't worry dear reader, it's still all part of her plan. The criminal
smiled inwardly and leaning back poured even more pressure on. He knew this
would get her, he had used this hold to kill at least one of the girls he
had abused. He heard another groan from her lips (she held out longer than
most he bear hugged). She groaned louder, threw her head back, breathed
deeply, and then what sounded like a loud yawn came from her lips. He was
confused again. For one, how did she inhale when he had her wrapped up so
tightly? And what was that sound she made? He had never heard a groan of
pain like that before?  And why wasn't her face all screwed up in pain?
She simply looked impatient. Finally, squeezing as tightly as he could, his
face totally screwed up in concentration he heard a sound he knew he could
not be hearing. He heard her calm voice saying, "Okay, you've just about
got it there. I thought you were trying to help me with my back. I could
use a good squeeze to shake out some of the tension, and you just about
have enough strength to pull it off. But I'm getting tired of this, so ... ."
       With that, he felt something on the insides of his arms. He didn't
know what it was (remember, this didn't compute with his reality). What he
was feeling was the beginning of Pauline's flex of her powerful biceps.
Slowly, but steadily she began to flex her rock-hard arms, separating his
arms ever so slowly. He squeezed as hard as he could, but he felt his hand
slipping from his other wrist despite using all his strength. Paulines
biceps continued to swell, pushing his arms apart, breaking his grip, and
freeing her arms. She continued to muscle her arms up and out of his hold,
and quickly turned the tables.
      "O, was that a bear hug you were trying to apply. I'm sorry, I
thought you were just trying to crack my back for me. Here, let me crack
your back for you and show you how it's done." Suddenly he felt a pressure
around his upper body like he had never felt before. His breath left him at
once, and his chest felt like a car was sitting on it. But he was standing!
The pressure increased, he felt her huge arms inflate with man-crushing
muscle. The biceps growing, hardening, rippling with power. To this point
he had not even seen what was under her clothes, but now he was astonished
and scared to see the sleeves on her formerly loose blouse stretched, and
now ripping past the breaking point. Huge, hard, softball-sized biceps
ballooned up from the mountain peaks that were her shoulders. She continued
to tighten, the muscles inflating with power, impossible huge. He couldn't
breath, his ribs felt like they were about to implode, his back was about
to dislocate and he was going to throw up, if he could. And still the
pressure increased. "This is how it's done baby. You have to use a little
strength sometimes, especially if the patient is a little tough, like you
seem to be. Am I squeezing tight enough yet?  Huh? Can't hear you. I guess
not. Here, let me try harder."
      Unbelievably the pressure almost doubled. His ribs creaked and
groaned, he heard a few things pop and crackle in his chest. His head
lolled on his neck, swaying back and forth, his vision greyed and the pain
increased. He felt her arms tighten like steel bands of a hydraulic pipe
cutter. His mouth opened noiselessly in pain, his eyes bulged almost as
much as her ripped arms and shoulders. He heard and felt tearing sounds,
pain spiked up and down his body, everything started to go black as he
heard some more cracks ... .he was dimly aware of huge mounds of muscle in his
peripheral vision growing, rippling with power ...   He awoke moments later,
pain shooting through his spine, but he was breathing.
      "Hey mister, don't leave me, I'm not done with the lesson. If I'm not
doing it tightly enough with my arms, wait until you experience it with my
legs." He hadn't noticed it when he came to, but she had taken off her
skirt, and blouse, and was standing in a one-piece miniscule bathing suit
which exposed her broad back, rippling abs, and all of her powerful limbs.
It didn't dawn on him that this was particularly odd, his brain had pretty
much shut down.  "Who the fuck are you? What do you think you are doing to
me, and how are you doing it? If I don't kill you, I'm gonna make sure the
police find you and put you away."
      "O that's rich", Pauline laughed. And then, finally, for the first
time, she turned serious. "Okay mister. It's a fair question, all of them
are, and you deserve answers to them so you can think about them for the
rest of your short life" and Pauline looked at her watch, the rapist
swallowed hard, starting to become really scared - finally.  "My name is
Pauline. You may even have heard of me. Do you follow women's body building
at all?" and she stood and went into a double bicep flex, spun around and
hit the shot hard from the back, looking over her shoulders at his shocked
reaction as her arms, shoulders, back exploded into huge, rippling steel
muscles. His mouth hung open, and he groaned again, perhaps in lust,
perhaps from the huge breath he tried to suck in with busted ribs. "No,
Yes, maybe?" He just stared. So she explained about nearly killing the
judge, and then a muscle-lusting admirer, her sexual frustration while
wrestling and squeezing men, etc. She took her time, letting the fear grow
in his eyes, wanting this to fully sink in, the whole time slowly going
through her entire posing routine, taking an especially long time shaking
and flexing her huge, pumped, rippling quads. She went on with her
explanation, but he couldn't even hear her. He couldn't hear her if he
tried. His whole life was flashing before him in a vision of huge, thick,
man-crushing quadriceps, thigh muscles as big around as his waist, with
power enough it seemed to crush a bowling ball. " ... .and it wasn't until I
heard his head start to crunch ... " he heard briefly in her monologue as he
watched the huge muscles of her thighs sway back and forth as if in slow
motion, and then he heard (in his mind) a thunder clap as the huge thigh
muscles thundered to a sudden stop, pulsing, shimmering, and rippling with
power. He about fainted ... " ... and finally an ambulance came in and ... hey, are you
listening to me?" she laughed. "O, that's alright, I get that same reaction
from everyone who first see my thighs. They are kind of big aren't they?
How would you like to be stuck in there?" she asked rhetorically as she
stood on her toes, pumped the huge thigh biceps, and then crossed her feet
mimicking a scissor hold, her thickly muscled thighs exploding with steel
muscle, all light disappearing between the gap in her legs as her thighs
simply swelled the gap shut, expanding outwards as much as inwards.  "But
O, silly me, you will be stuck there. Forgive me, you are one of the few
fortunate people on the earth who get to experience an earth quake, or
should I say QUAD shake, like no one else has.
      "So how do you want it?  Sudden? Slow?  Chest, Head, lower abdomen?
You want me to go for a broken back, get my arms into it, or what? Come on,
I don't have all day, I have to get home and get to bed."  He thought about
trying to run, he thought about trying to fight, but watching the muscles
in those legs swell to a size and definition he did not think possible,
took all hope out of him. He began to cry, to sob at her feet. For just an
instant she felt something like pity. But she was prepared for this, they
had talked about it. She reached over to her clothes and brought something
out. One by one she tossed them in front of him, each one cocked this way
and that - images of victims, rape victims, bloody, some dead, some alive,
naked and beaten. Her anger grew. "Look at them mister. Look at the last
thing you'll ever see in this world, and start praying. You have a short
time to live, and you have the luxury of getting right with God in the
minutes you have left to live. That's something these girls didn't get, a
chance to talk with God. Get ready to meet your maker. He was crying like a
baby now. His crying went from terror and pity, to sobbing, something like
wrenching was going on, his heart was breaking as it finally set in what he
had done.
      Pauline hadn't expected this, she wondered if it would make it harder
for her to do what had to be done. Slowly she stepped into the darkness as
the man lay prostrate on the ground weeping, totally unaware that she had
gone. Pauline went and talked with Chuck who was just out of sight in the
darkness. "Hell Pauline, what are you wating for? Do him. Finish him! You
know that's what we came here for, don't you?" She just stared, not sure
what to do or think. She was torn inside, between what she wanted to do,
thought she needed to do, what was right, and the sexual tension she had
been feeling earlier. She felt drained right now, even the sexual tension
was gone. She just looked at Chuck silently, neither spoke. The only sounds
the weeping coming from the other side of the bushes. They heard quiet
words spoken, "i ... I'm so sorry ... I don't know how I could do this ... I never
thought, ...  I just acted, I always hurt, always felt so terrible, I'm so
worthless, unhappy ... .never did ... .mom ... .dad ... why couldn't they ... " babbling on,
trying to breathe through cracked ribs, sobbing and crying as he went.
      Finally Pauline turned to Chuck and said. "Okay Chuck, here's what
we're gonna do. We didn't expect this, wasn't in the plan, but are we doing
this for ourselves, or for the victims and society? This is bigger than
just us, this could work for us. Just trust me." She spoke to Chuck for a
few more minutes, he nodded every now and then, shook his head, mostly he
just listened. Finally, his head down he said, "Okay Pauline, we'll play it
your way. But if you're wrong, if your judgment about this guy proves
wrong, if he's playing the best con job of his life, this whole thing could
go south and finish us both and several other people. You better play this
right ... and ... " his voiced trailed off.
      Pauline was already walking back into the small clearing to the
loudly wailing man. "She put on her serious scowl, dropped to the ground
next to the perp, and more or less gave him her amateur version of "Last
Rites."  "Have you decided how you want it yet", he just looked at her
blankly, staring, his eyes empty and sad. Neither said anything for a
moment. Pauline needed to watch him closely, she was looking for something,
she wasn't sure what yet, but she had to be very careful. She knew that the
best thing was often to just shut up and say nothing. He stared blankly,
then dropped his head, and finally spoke quietly. "I know I deserve to die,
you are right. What I've done is unforgivable. I'd do anything to have a
second chance, Lord knows I've screwed up my life and ruined the lives of
others. So please, do us all the favor of sending me to Hell, or if there
is a Heaven, I pray He'll be merciful and accept me there because I finally
realize what I've done and how wrong I've been." Pauline was almost
nervous, and getting frustrated. She was having a hard time following
through with her plan. She didn't want to have to kill this man ... she still
wasn't certain which way this was going to go.
      "What's the quickest way?" Pauline was almost caught off guard ...
"wha ... what did you say?"  "What's the quickest way for you to kill me. I
don't want to suffer, I just want it over with. Your legs sure look
powerful, I'm certain you'll want to use those, but where's the best place
to apply the pressure."  Now it was Pauline's turn to be dazed and
confused. She almost laughed with the irony of the whole conversation, but
turning serious once more, she started, matter-of-factly, "The chest. The
chest is well protected by the ribs, but much easier than the head. The
cranium is hard to crack, even for these huge thighs, but I could do it.
But it's painful, and you stay awake for some time. The waist is the
easiest to crush, but takes longer to do any serious injury until your guts
explode, and you start bleeding internally. It's nasty, and can take quite
a while, especially if you can still breathe. But the chest, that's nice."
She was starting to get into her role again. He listened intently, almost
as if she was explaining a complicated science project.
      "Not many people can do the chest because it not only requires
extremely strong thighs, but long legs that can open very wide and still
have enough crushing pressure to get the job done. As you can see, I've got
the equipment. The chest, definitely the chest."
      Without another word, the criminal laid down painfully in front of
her, then attempted to sit up to help her get her legs around his body. She
couldn't believe this. This too was not in the plan, this entire thing was
crazy. But what the hell, the whole idea was crazy from the first. She was
starting to get comfortable with the idea of crushing this guy again, and
she felt that familiar tingle. And so she began, he wanted quickly she'd
give him quickly. "You ready?" He said nothing.
      Pauline took a breath, adjusted her legs, her quads gently rippling,
hardening, then reshaping their muscles to accommodate the wide chest of
the man. He groaned only slightly from the broken ribs meeting her steel
thighs once again. He laid back, closed his eyes, tears falling, breathing
shallowly, and then the earth shook. She hit him with a full power shot
immediately. Her thighs swelled to immense proportions, every muscle
separated, rippling with power, like steel bands beneath her skin, the
veins popping out. The earth stopped, the moon quit giving it's light, the
world vanished and there was just eye-popping incredibly huge steel thighs
of the quadricep, man-crushing kind ... huge rock-hard thighs, exploding
muscles of crushing squeezing pressure, and then the sounds that at first
sounded like kindling. Pauline almost startled for a moment, thinking
someone was coming, then realizing it was his ribs. Her face changed, her
eyes lidded, she laid back, put her shoulders on the ground, and squeezed
with everything in her, until ...

To be continued ...

End of Pauline Part 5.

Sadly this is where the story ends... unfortunetaly the author never finished this great story

[Raffman]

Well written, very cool. Thanks.

[phil123]

Great story and hope for more