All The Strength

[ffejl]

Been working on this for quite some time, finally feel ready to being publishing.

Warning: contains gore

All the Strength
Chapter 1: Laura and the Superheroes
by Ffejl
ffejl2002@g----.com

Laura Pine stood 5'10", huge, ripped & nude, her body hairless.  Perfectly tanned skin pulled taught over bulging muscle and thick veins. Her biceps were at least 28 inches.  Unflexed. Impossibly broad shoulders tapered to a perfect V.  Large rounded breasts sat just above a deep six pack.  Her 50 inch thighs (again, unflexed) curved in a sweep, and joined at the knee with a deep tear drop.  Even relaxed, you could see separation in her quads.  From the front, massive calf muscles peeked around the shin bone.  No bodybuilder on earth, male or female, had anything close to this much muscle.

Superman stood in front of her, looking down at her ice blue eyes and expressionless face.

"Miss, you're coming with me," he said

"No, I'm not." She spoke in a clear, direct tone.  No anger, no emotion at all.  It was simply a fact.

After a brief moment of looking Superman in the eye, she casually backhanded him in the chest, as if she was shooing away a bothersome fly.

Superman had never been hit so hard before.  Not even a punch from Doomsday came close.  His body rocketed backwards, accelerating to several times the speed of sound in an instant.  His invulnerable body crashed through the house's walls as if they weren't even there.  Back and back he soared, crashing through houses, trees, cars; completely obliterating whatever was in the way, leaving a 5 mile long path of destruction before his body finally slammed into the side of a large hill, burying itself 20 feet into to solid rock.

Back at house Laura smiled to herself, and slowly exhaled.  She watched her own arm as she flexed and released the basketball size bicep, caressing it, and then giving it a gentle kiss. The hand slid from her bicep gentle sweeping across her massive delts and traps, and down to her breast where she gave her nipple a small tug — a tug that could rip steel apart.  As she moved her hand down she paused to outline each and every cobblestone that made up her abs, until finally she pinched her clit between her thumb and forefinger.  She squeezed with enough force to turn a diamond to dust, and gasped.

Faster than the eye could follow, she ran down the 5 mile trench left in Superman's wake, catching up to him in less than a second.  Looking at his unconscious body, a huge smile crossed her face.

"That's enough!"

Laura turned to see the Flash standing a few feet from her.  A moment later he was joined by the rest of the League of Heroes:  Thor, Wonder Woman, The Hulk, Iron Man and Hercules.

Laura smiled, and sensually licked her lips.  "Says who?"

"Says all of us, funny girl.  Step away from him, and come calmly with is."

"Or what?"

"Or we'll make you."

"Make me?  You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Clearly, your strong.  But not strong enough to take on the 5 of us."

"But I am.  I am strong enough. I am stronger than you imagine. Stronger than you CAN imagine. I don't have great strength, or superhuman strength, or even Godly strength. I have ALL the strength.  Strength enough to do anything.  Strength enough to do THIS!"

Laura pulled her arm up and back, and crouched as she slammed her open palm on the ground. For the first time, Laura exerted herself, ever so slightly.

Her simple 'slap' was 10,000 times more powerful than any atomic bomb ever built by man.  The shock-wave radiated out in a 100 mile radius, devastating everything and everyone in its path.  More than 30,000 people died in moments, with no idea what had happened.  Everything, every building, every car, every tree, absolutely everything was all but disintegrated.

The superheroes, lives spared by their own great invulnerability, were pushed miles back.  But being heroes, as quickly as possible, the regathered, minds trying to comprehend what they had just seen and felt.

After a few minutes, the flew back towards Laura, Superman now recovered.

Thor was the first to act. Spinning his hammer to increase its power he shouted "Enough!" and let it fly directly at her. The shot was, of course, perfect, and Mojinar slammed into the side of her head.  It hit with mighty KLANG, but the blow had no effect on her, at all.  She didn't not move so much as a millimeter.  The hammer simply bounced off, and fell to the ground.  Laura bent down and picked it up.

Thor gasped.

"Oh don't worry, Thundergod" she said, "I'm not worthy.  Not at all.  But your hammer, even with all it's power, is simply not strong enough to resist me.  Anyone else, perhaps, but not me."

Laura felt Mjolnir's heft in her hand. She felt the powerful forces weighing it down. The hammer felt like it weighed billions, perhaps trillions of pounds. Laura moaned softly as she felt her bicep tense against the weight, pleasure flowing through her as she used her amazing strength.

As Thor stared, his mouth dropping open as Laura casually tossed Mjolnir from one hand to the other.  "I can actually feel it's weight.  Massive, really.  Quite impressive.  Immobile, of course.  Well, to anyone else."

Laura flipped the hammer end over end, grabbing business end, turning it back and forth as she inspected it.  "Quite a weapon. I'll bet you'll miss it when it's gone."

Laura grasped the hammer end of Mjolnir and began to squeeze her hand. Her fingers bit into the metal, her forarm tensed, the muscles jumping into sharp relief. Her veins grew and pulsed with blood as her hand relentlessly bore down, the metal of Mjolnir screeching as it bent to her power. She increased her effort as the noise became louder, sounding as if Thor's mighty hammer was begging for it's very life. As she closed her fingers she rotated her wrist, captivated by her own bulging muscles and prominent veins. Again she moaned as power coursed through her. Her hand now nearly a closed fist, molten metal oozed between her fingers. The pleasure of her own enormous strength flowed through her, and she gasped as an orgasm hit. Her abs tensed with the explosion of power and pleasure in her pussy. She moaned, loudly, as her fist clenched and the remains of Mjolnir fell from her hands.

For a moment, Thor stood perfect still, his mind trying to understand what he had just seen.  He then screamed in sheer rage and agony, pulled his fist back, and leapt at her, ready to deliver a killing blow to her chest.  But the last second, moving faster than even The Flash could follow, Laura caught Thor's large fist in one hand, and place the other on his chest.  Thor's forward momentum stopped, the Thunder God trapped in her grip.

Laura slowly drew Thor into her, oblivious to the punches Thor threw at her chest and forearms, her mouth nearly touching Thor's ear. "I don't think so," she sexily whispered, and began to close the hand on his chest. 

Thor's chest fared no better than Mjolnir's head. The other heroes could hear the wet crunching as Laura's hand dug into Thor's flesh. His skin and ribs were ripped apart as Laura wiggled her impossibly strong fingers back and forth. Blood flowed from the growing wound, and bits of torn muscle and bone fell to the ground. Thor screamed in pain as Laura continued to devastate his sternum, snapping cartilage and bone just to feel the pleasure of it yielding to her grip.

Adjusting her grip, Laura stuck both hands inside Thor's ribcage, palms facing out. Staring into Thor's unbelieving eyes, she sensually licked her lips and casually began to spread her hands apart. Bellowing in pain Thor grabbed Laura's forearms and pulled as hard as he could. Laura barely noticed his efforts.

As her hands spread, Laura stared into Thor's eyes, and felt another orgasm beginning. Slowly she spread he hands apart, Thor's bones cracking, his chest spreading as if a surgeon was preparing for open heart surgery. Thor's screams of pain stopped, and he could do no more than stare back into Laura's eyes, horrified, as he felt his life ending.

Laura slowly continued he assault, Thor's chest now ruined. Grasping flesh in each hand, she felt his ribs rip off his spine. She saw his internal organs split and tear. With a final tug, and a scream of orgasmic pleasure, Laura tore Thor into two pieces, half of him in each hand.

She let Thor's two halves drop to the ground, and shook carnage from her hands.

The other heroes stared, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

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[brave_archer]

Wow, this is was super hot even if I wasn't into the gore. The descriptions are great and Laura is absolutely incredible. I'll be here for the next chapter

[Jeremy Lightning]

Yeah, I'm with brave_archer, I am not fully into gore, but this was written in a way that displayed Laura's strength, which is leaps and bounds above any comic book character, Superman could use all of his power against her, and she'd not even feel it. Seeing her squish Mjolnir and rip Thor apart with ease was awesome, I wonder where she will go next? k+!

[ffejl]

Glad you like it! Would certainly appreciate some karma if you do.

Here's part 2:

TWO HOURS EARLIER


For 285 years Laura Pine had practiced her craft.  Witchcraft.  For years she had harnessed the energies of the the universe to prolong her life, and fill her bank account, all the while knowing she was touching only the tiniest fraction of the power of the Ancient Ones.

Eons ago, the Ancient Ones created reality.  At first, they made a single universe, and filled it with life.  But the life was too powerful, and threaten them.  So they unmade that universe, and created uncountable numbers of multiverses, each one with only a small fraction of the overall power.  To further dilute the power of Life, in each universe the Ancient Ones granted some small number powers greater than the rest.  In her universe, Laura knew them as "Supers" and "Metahumans." Pleased at last with what they had created, they created a key of control, and broke the key into 8 stones, scattering the stones across the all the Multiverse.

For 250 years Laura had searched for the stones.  Today, the 8th and final stone was almost in her grasp.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, snapping her attention back from the day dreaming.  She opened the door and smiled at the UPS driver, and then laughed.

"Something funny?" the tall, overweight man asked.

"Oh yes.  After all this time, and all this work, and all this money, that the final part of the Great Key would be delivered by a fatso in a brown truck.  Yes, I find that funny."

"Hey!  What the fuck lady.  What did I ever do to you?"

Laura snapped her fingers directly in front of the man's eyes, and he fell into a deep trance.  A simple trick, one she'd learned centuries ago as a young girl, but still incredible useful.  Laura took the package from his limp hand, and ripped it open.  Next she grabbed the iron bowl near the door, removed the lid, dropped the stone in, and quickly slammed on the cover.

Immediately the Stones began the rattle and shake inside the bowl.  Holding the bowl tightly, Laura spoke in the language of the Ancient Ones, asking the Key to reform itself, and for the Portal to open.

Suddenly the top of the bowl flew off, and an impossibly bright light shone from the bowl directly into Laura's chest.  Mid-gasp she found herself frozen in place, her body unable to move but her mind racing.

Power poured into her, and her face contorted with pain.  Her mouth opened, and she screamed, without making a sound.  For the next hour, she screamed.  She felt every moment, felt the essence of every "Super" being, hero or villain, savior or destroyer as she absorbed their life force.  The powers and abilities of trillions and trillions of Supermen, of Thors, of Hulks, of Visions, of Thantos, of Galactus all collapsing into Laura.  From an uncountable number of universes their powers were stripped, reversing the work of the Ancient Ones, concentrating their power in just one being.  Laura.

Her wrinkled skin tightened, stretching over newly formed muscles that bulged with each passing second. Her muscles knotted and twisted beneath her skin, growing from shapeless tubes to cannonballs of power. Ropy veins erupted across her body, snaking over the bulging heads of raw muscle that grew across her once frail body.

Her biceps, once flaccid, swelled to a staggering 28 inches, each vein pulsating with raw power. Her triceps, now defined and chiseled, formed a near perfect horseshoe of striated muscle.

Her bones transformed, solidifying with a remarkable density and resilience akin to the finest steel. A symphony of crackles and pops filled the air as her frame was reshaped, evolving into a towering, muscular silhouette that commanded awe. Her shoulders expanded with a powerful grace, each deltoid sculpted into a perfect sphere of iron-hard muscle, gleaming with strength and potential. The metamorphosis was a mesmerizing blend of strength and elegance, as if an artist had chiseled her form out of the toughest metal, yet with an artistry that captured the essence of raw power.

Laura's breasts, once small and sagging, began to grow, swelling and firming until they were full and round, perfectly proportioned to her new physique. Her thighs thickened, each quad muscle a rock-hard slab of power, massive pillars measuring 50 inches, the muscle split and striated, terminating in a perfect teardrop above her knee.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped, the transfer complete.

Laura was not just strong, she had every bit of strength the Ancient Ones had created in the Beginning, other than the tiny fraction of force that powered the metahumans in her own universe.  Laura was not just a God, she was countless Gods wrapped into one.

Laura realized that much of the Power she had absorbed gave her abilities other than strength.  With a thought, she changed that, turning all of the Energy into pure, raw physical strength.  Telekinesis, mind control, flight, Magic, each power she stripped, willing it into more and more strength.  Her strength doubled, and then double again and again as the thousands of abilities she had absorbed transformed into more and more physical power.  Her muscles shimmered and hardened, expanding to hold what she had become.

Finally, it was done.  She was everything she had hoped.

The UPS man, remained frozen.  With another snap, she released him.

"You.  Yell for Superman."

"What?"

Laura reached out, and brushed a finger on his shoulder.  In an instant, the bone turns to mush and the driver screams in pain.

"Call. for. superman!"

"SUPERMAN!  PLEASE HELP ME!"

"Thank you," she said, placing her hand on the man's cheek. With a smile, she slightly closed her fingers, instantly exerting billions of pounds of pressure. The driver's jaw didn't just fracture, it vaporized. His cheekbone and skin turned liquid under the immense pressure, and Laura's fingers reached in to grasp his tongue and teeth. She flicked her wrist upward, the back of her hand cracking his palate, crushing his sinuses, vaporized his brain, and exited the top of his skull. His head cracked open like an egg, the man's body fell at Laura's feet.

From across town, the Man of Steel heard the shocking pain, and flew over to rescue whoever was in such need.

Laura smiled as she saw him fly in.  He landed with surprising grace.

"Miss, you're coming with me."

"No."

She had intended to simply surprise him with her strength.  But the force of the blow instead surprised her, and her eyes widen slightly as she watched him hurl back with such speed.  In that moment, she realized what she had truly become.  As she caressed her own muscles, she realized just what she was capable of.  And how much she was going to enjoy it.

——

The Heroes stood, shocked at Thor's death, and ease with which the woman before him had literally torn him in half.

Suddenly, they found themselves flung backwards again, although this time only a few feet.  And they realized the woman was gone — and so was Hercules.

Laura stopped at the edge of a steep, high cliff.  Her feet on the edge, she held the demigod by the throat with one hand.  Hercules flailed at her, striking at her arm with all his might, gripping her fingers and pulling, flinging he feet back in forth, all in a futile effort to free himself from her grip.  Laura did not move an inch, her arm perfectly still as he struggled.

"They say you pulled 99,000,000,000 tons once.  That you are, by far, the strongest Hero in this universe. And yet you can not pry my fingers from around your throat."

Laura reached down, and pulled off Herc's tunic, exposing him.  Carefully, so as not to hurt the Demigod of strength, she stroked his cock.  Her stopped, his eyes wide at the inconceivable attack that was going on.

"Not bad.  Thick, long, hard I'm sure.  But not hard enough."

The hand between Herc's legs glowed, as Laura allowed some of her power to flow into him.  Hercules, already used to great strength, felt him self grow in power.  A few seconds later, it was over.

"Now, thanks to me, you are billions of times stronger and more invulnerable than you were a moment ago. And still I could crush you as easily as a spider.  But, now, at least, you're strong enough to withstand what comes next."

Laura's magic had a price.  For 250 years, Laura had been celibate.  Any sexual release would have drawn the life force out of her, killing her in an instant.

Her centuries long dry spell was about to end.

[brave_archer]

Excellent stuff, love the flashback and looking forward to some epic sex and hopefully more of Laura dominating everyone. More Karma coming your way my friend!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Really like the background to how Laura became so strong, being a comic book fan, I feel like that was a good way for it to happen, sort of like Thanos gathering the Infinity Gems (calling them stones was an MCU thing.) Except for culling half the universe with a wish, Laura decided that she would become strong enough to destroy the universe with pure strength, I can dig that for sure. I look forward to seeing more! k+!

[brave_archer]

I check back every couple days for more of Laura and her exploits. Just know you have fans here waiting for more of your great writing 

[ffejl]

Hercules' mighty frame writhed in Laura's grasp, his hands clawing at her stone-muscled arm, his efforts having no more effect than wind on a mountain. Laura studied him, amused by the spectacle: a legend, a demigod, his body forged on Olympus, reduced to a frantic animal in her hand. She bore no special malice toward him; her motivations were neither revenge nor hatred, but power for power's sake, and pleasure for pleasure's.

She drew him in, his throat still in her iron grasp, and kissed him. Not on the lips at first, but on the ridged cleft of his chin where sweat beaded like morning dew on granite. Her lips traced the masculine angle of his jaw, tasting salt and fear as his pulse hammered beneath her touch. She nibbled his earlobe with teeth that could crush diamonds, applying just enough pressure to make Hercules squawk like a wounded bird. Finally, she claimed his mouth with hers, her tongue—a muscle as unstoppable as the rest of her—forcing its way between his clenched teeth. His jaw muscles bulged and strained, godly sinews flexing to their limit, but they might as well have been wet paper against her strength. Her tongue conquered every inch of him, mapping the territory of his mouth like a victorious general. Laura purred in delight, again amazed at how her own incredible strength.

Her tongue still lodged nearly in his throat, she reached down and grasped his immense cock—thick as her forearm, veined with godly power, radiating heat like molten bronze. She moved him slightly away, her gaze locked to his eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. Outrage creased Hercules' bronzed brow, the muscles in his neck cording like steel cables, and with a bellow that shook the very air, he swung at her. His fist, a weapon that had felled titans and monsters, struck her jaw with enough force to collapse a mountain, the impact sending shockwaves rippling through the atmosphere.

Her head swiveled an imperceptible fraction, her silken black hair barely disturbed by the cataclysmic blow, then snapped back as if on a gyroscopic axis, returning her predatory gaze to him. "Feels like a feather," she purred, her voice honey-sweet yet laced with steel. "Do it again."

He did. Over and over, great piston blows that left craters in the air and thunderclaps echoing across the valley, each impact powerful enough to split continents, and each time, left Laura's face exactly as it was before—untroubled, unmarked, gorgeously amused, her perfect skin not even reddening under the assault of divine fury.

"I told you I'd make you strong enough to survive me. But I never said you'd be strong enough to beat me."

Laura began to gently stroke his god cock, and despite Hercules rage and embarrassment, he couldn't help but respond to her embrace. With astonishing speed he member became engorged, nearly tripling in size, with the hardness beyond any material known to man.

Laura's hand ran up and down him, slow, impossibly strong, punishing, the sound of skin grinding out like a shriek every time her palm flexed tighter. The demi-god's cock trembled, hardening even more to pure, indestructible sculpture.

Laura hurled Hercules to the ground with such force that the earth cratered beneath his massive frame, dust billowing around his fallen form. Before the particles could even settle, she was atop him, moving with supernatural speed that left only a blur in her wake. With a single, predatory arch of her spine and a calculated twist of her hips—like a serpent coiling for the kill—she impaled herself on his godhood. Her silken heat engulfed him completely, her inner muscles clamping down with vice-like pressure that made the demigod's eyes bulge. A gasp escaped Laura's ruby lips as her eyelids fluttered closed, dark lashes fanning against her flushed cheeks while electric tremors of pleasure rippled through her sculpted physique.

She grabbed his arms and easily planted them above his head. Her lower legs snaked around his, grabbing him in a strange sort of grapevine hold. He was so much larger than him it looked like he should have effortless tossed her off, but her strength said otherwise, and Herc was immobilized.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Love it, she made him even stronger than he already was, and no matter what he tried to do to her, he couldn't hurt her in any way, I personally would love to see exactly how strong Hercules is now, only to see Laura do a feat of strength that makes his look like child's play. But I have no problem where this story is going right now. k+!

[brave_archer]

Another great chapter. You have a way with words for sure, my friend. I could read about Laura dominating everyone all day long. Hot stuff!