Dark Annie Ample: Mustang Annie by Seldom

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Dark Annie Ample: Mustang Annie
by Seldom (seldomlasts@yahoo.com) Dark Annie Ample has fun with an unfortunate car and its owner.

Annie playfully curled the rear end of the Mustang a few times as Chris looked on in awe. Her massively inflated biceps showed no sign of trembling or strain holding up the car's weight. "Finished?" she asked with a girlish giggle, as if she hadn't held the rear of his car aloft for the last twenty minutes.

"Um, yeah, wow," he stammered, still amazed and impressed at Annie's phenomenal strength, with the physique to match.

Annie let go with one hand and did a few one-armed curls with the car. "Who needs a jack when you've got me?" she asked brightly, bringing her arms up in a full double-biceps flex, her tank-top lifting to reveal bumpy eight-pack abs.

"Um, right," Chris said, nearly slobbering at the display of behemoth teenage girl muscle. "Thanks." He shifted his pants and settled back into the car with his young date. The car sank with a dangerous creaking groan as she sat in the passenger seat, her thighs and shoulders so wide her behemoth muscles pressed into him as she shut the door. She looked over to him with a grin and was surprised by his sudden impulsive kiss, but quickly recovered and dominantly grabbed the back of his head and violently shoved her tongue down his throat.

She pulled back with a wet slurp, saliva snapping against their lips. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled with a mischief that belied her tender age and glowing youthful beauty. "You don't want a kiss," she growled lustily. "You want to play, with these," she brought her left arm up in front of his face and slooowly curled it, flexing the tremendous bicep. Her muscles grew muscles, the pale flesh expanding and hardening to the consistency of warm steel covered in a riverwork of snaking blue veins, enormous peaked bicep atop and insanely thick tricep meat hanging below, thirty-six inches of teen muscle inches from his suddenly dry mouth, an arm much larger than his head on the young teen behemoth.

"Yess," he groaned, wrapping his hands around as much bicep meat as he could grab, covering a miniscule portion of her mountainous flexed muscles. He feverishly kissed her arm muscles, worshipping her massively overdeveloped arm, lost in muscle lust as Annie watched with girlish amusement. It fascinated her, how much sexual power her freakish physique gave her with a certain kind of guy, guys like Chris, entranced by her pumped, flexing bicep. She quickly shook her wrist, vibrating the muscle against his lips, pumping more blood into her overpumped arm. He moaned as he licked and caressed her bicep, his erection painfully obvious against the front of his jeans. Annie knew she could make him cum just by flexing one arm against his face like this, but she wasn't ready to let him release just yet. She reluctantly withdrew her arm from his kisses and watched him pout.

She put a finger on his lips and glared at him with wanton lust. "Don't be sad, baby," she growled huskily, hooking a finger into the neckline of her tank top and pulling it down, revealing her stunningly sculpted chest. She emphasized her power and lust by brutally bruising his chest with one ultrapowerful finger as she moaned out, "I have so many more muscles for you to feel wrapped around your tiny, soft, weak body." Her husky panting washed over his ear as her fingers toyed with his crotch, bringing him to the verge. Just as she felt him about to cum she crushed his balls with a savage fist. "Not yet, baby," she commanded as she licked his ear.

"Oh, Annie, you don't know what you do to me," Chris cried in sexual frustration and agony as her fingers continued crushing and caressing his dick.

"Sure I do," the teenage muscle vixen giggled. "Feel me," she invited, putting his hands onto her ultramuscular chest. Each mammoth breast was hard as stone from her massively overdeveloped pecs, blocks of muscle each bigger than his whole chest, her heart pulsing powerfully under warm skin. Chris moaned in mindless lust as his hands wandered under her tank top and futilely grabbed at the slabs of muscle, his fingers unable to more than dent her soft young flesh before encountering the impossibly dense, hard muscle beneath.

"Oh god, how much can you bench?" he groaned lustily, his fingers finding her freakishly large engorged nipples.

Annie playfully tensed her pecs, bouncing his hands around until she caught one fist between her striated slabs of chest muscle. With perfect muscle control she ground his comparatively tiny fist until the bones started to crackle and he cried out in lusty pain. She held the flex so he could feel the powerful pulsations of her heart against his crushed hand so exquisitely held in muscles that could crush bowling balls to powder as she leaned in to kiss him lustily. "I could bench press your car with just one hand," she whispered, allowing her chest to flex just a little too much, crunching the bones in his hand. She hooked one arm behind his head again and silenced his screams with a deep lusty French kiss, flexing her terrible chest muscles until they ground his hand to a bloody pulp. She grabbed his throat as she broke off the kiss so he couldn't draw breath to scream. "I told you I had more muscles to feel," she moaned, playfully flexing her pecs to grind the bloody mess of flesh, bone and blood deep in her cleavage.

"You tore off my hand, you bitch!" Chris sobbed out when she released his throat.
 
Annie chuckled. "Aww, poor man can't handle a wittle teenage girl like me," she mock pouted. "Here, want it back?" She pulled her shoulders back and let the gory remains of his hand slop into his lap. She grabbed his chin and forced his glazed eyes to look into her twinkling baby blues. She rubbed his remaining hand over her tremendous bulky thigh. "That was just my upper body. Think about what my legs can do." She leaned closer and hissed erotically, "Think what my pretty little pink pussy can do." She casually ripped open the front of his jeans and pulled out his now-limp cock. With practiced ease she pulled it back to hardness despite his pain, overwhelming his rapidly disintegrating mind with her muscle-packed body and playful sadism. She plunged her lips onto his cock and inhaled it to the base, sucking masterfully, pulling him to the edge of orgasm as her blonde curls spilled over his scrawny legs. She crushed his balls to prevent orgasm over and over again, prolonging his sexual and physical agony as she sucked his cock as only a true virtuoso can, a young teenage lover of sex and violence poured into a beautiful, freakishly muscle-bound body that allows her to fulfill her every twisted fantasy as only thirty-six inch biceps and fifty-two inch thighs can. Annie sadistically raped his cock with her soft lips and expert mouth, over a quarter ton of muscle ensuring that he couldn't escape.

Eventually Annie grew bored of sucking his cock and crushing his aching balls, much as she enjoyed his tearful pleas to stop and let him go. With a casual flex of one giant arm, she shoved his door open. It twisted off its hinges and shot away from the car like a bullet, the flimsy metal no match for her muscles. She kicked her own door off.

"My car," Chris sobbed dumbly, rational thought beginning to return through the haze of sex and pain.

Annie grabbed some jumper cables from the back and casually tossed Chris' limp body over her massive shoulder. She tied him to a nearby tree, making sure he could see his precious Mustang, his pride and joy. She kissed him passionately. "Look at me, look at my muscles," she whispered huskily, flexing her unbelievable bicep again. "You want to feel me, right? You want to @#*& me, @#*& my incredibly muscular body? You want to feel what true freakshow muscle sex can be like?"

The promise of sex snapped Chris closer to reality. "Yes," he agreed willingly.

"Well then first, I have to @#*& your car," Annie said with a giggle.

"What? No! Not my car, please Annie, please, I can still fix it," he pleaded.

"That's the deal, baby," Annie said. "If I @#*& you, I @#*& your car. What'll it be, baby?" she murmured, rubbing his crotch with her massive quads.

"Unnnng okay, whatever you want," he finally agreed, close to cumming again. Annie brutally smashed his balls with her steely thigh.

The sadistic teen musclevixen sauntered over to the car and slowly peeled back the hood, the steel deforming against her strong fingers. She pulled out the engine block with one hand and pulled off her tank top with the other, her glorious and terrifying upper body naked and bulging. She brought the engine to her mammoth chest and started squeezing, deforming the oily machine. It surrendered with a horrible metallic whine, slowly and inevitably collapsing between her pecs and biceps as she moaned. She rubbed her nipples into the shrieking metal, three inches of pink nipple tearing deep gouges in the engine. Annie shuddered as her tweaked nipples sent waves of orgasmic pleasure to her young dripping cunt. White girl cream cascaded down her mammoth leg muscles and splashed to the ground.

After fifteen minutes of squeezing and cumming the engine block was the size of a toaster and she stood in a small pond of white cum. Annie squeezed the engine in her hands down to a marble and casually tossed it away, sending it flying for miles. She turned her attention to the roof and tore it off like tin foil, throwing the metal sheet like a frisbee. Then she looked at Chris and licked her lips as she simply lifted the destroyed car into the air. With a quick flick of her wrists she flipped it over and tore off two wheels. She flexed her mind-blowingly huge legs, the fifty-two inches of muscle far larger than the puny tires she held in her hands. She ripped out the centers and pulled the rubber tires up her arms like sleeves, the rubber stretching to fit around her mammoth biceps. She brought her arms up in a double-biceps pose and the rubber rings exploded from the bicep onslaught. She ripped off the last two wheels and threw them away, grabbing the two axles.

Annie held one three hundred pound axle in each hand as if they weighed no more than baseball bats. She brought them over to Chris and with one fluid motion slammed one into the ground, burying a foot of the length in the dirt. She straddled the axle, the metal disappearing under her skirt. "I told you I wanted to @#*& your car," she giggled as she impaled her dripping cunt on the end of the axle. She reached under her skirt and withdrew a sticky hand covered in her sex cream. "Lubricant," she moaned huskily and pushed her hand up between her divinely muscular ass cheeks and into her puckered anus. She scooped one more handful of her copiously flowing cum and lubricated the end of the second axle, pushing it deep into her ass. Chris watched in horrified and strangely erotic fascination as Annie pleasured herself with the mangled axles from his destroyed beloved car. She shoved the axle far up her ass, much farther than it should have fit, and roughly humped the cunt pole into the ground, her body flushed and sweaty with the aftermath of dozens of orgasms, pleasure still flowing and rippling through her immense body, another pool of steaming cum splashing on the ground.

"Ohh yeah," Annie moaned happily, pulling the axle from her ass. The rod was crushed, misshapen, deformed into a bent foot of compressed metal. She slid off the cunt axle with a distinct slurping sound, the end of the axle bent and mangled, the body driven deep into the ground.

Annie looked up at Chris' tied-up body with languid blue eyes and blew a stray strand of curly blonde hair out of her eyes. "Are you ready for your turn, lover?" she asked, licking her plush pink lips.

Chris' fear and lust warred in nearly equal portions as Annie slowly brushed herself off and sauntered over to him. She licked the sweat off his cheek, letting her long tongue linger against his ear. Her body radiated heat and a terrifying strength, immense power at the whim of this pretty, destructive young teenage girl. Despite himself his cock responded to her proximity, those beautiful and terrifying muscles pressed up against him, enveloping him, his body outclassed, puny and tiny in comparison to her hulking physique. Her long nipples dug painfully into his chest as she mounted him, wrapping those impossibly huge thighs around his waist and the tree. She kissed him roughly, sadistically slamming his head back against the bark of the tree as her steaming, axle-destroying cunt savagely pulled his cock deep into her velvety wet sex. Her engorged clit dug painfully into his pelvis as she roughly humped him against the tree, hundreds of pounds of muscle slamming him rhythmically harder and harder into the bark. The satin clamp of her pussy pulled at his cock and with a cry of released frustration he came deep into her cunt.

With one hand she reached under her skirt, grabbed his balls, and savagely squeezed while he flopped and screamed in agony. "Stay hard," she hissed, biting his lips and yanking on his scrotum. "If you go soft I'll pull your balls off." Chris did not doubt her words through his pain and lust. Annie yanked hard and slammed her pelvis into his hips with bone-crushing force. His hips, between the hard bulk of the tree and her harder teen body, disintegrated painfully. Annie, close to orgasm, gave one final squeeze and yank, tearing Chris' balls off and shoving them in his screaming mouth. She hugged the tree tight, his bashed face hugged in her deep muscle cleavage, her cunt savagely ramming his cock, her legs pulling and splintering the great tree as her arms pulled harder into the tree. Chris' poor skull, mashed in her pecs, imploded with a grisly crunch, spilling his blood and brains in her pec cleavage and dripping down onto her abs. His body and the tree disintegrated with Annie's final orgasmic embrace, her howl of primal savage pleasure overriding the horrible crunching of Chris' body and the splintering of the tree.

"Timber," Annie whispered breathlessly in an orgasmic glow as the tree toppled, Chris' remains crushed into the bark by her unstoppable muscles. She watched it fall and absently picked a piece of skull out of her cleavage. After a few minutes she slipped on her tank top and skipped home for a shower, whistling happily.

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[taoschild]

Haven't seen much new from Seldom in a while. He's a good author.... hope he'll be back.

[brave_archer]

Always loved this story, minus the brutality, but that comes with Seldom's stuff. Too bad, because the writing and descriptions are always so hot. Wish someone would bring back Annie for some less physically violent adventures, she's a classic character

[franksam48]