Lilly - Teen Boy Gets Wrecked by Younger Neighbor Girl

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Bad news: This is the last update I have completed so far.
More bad news: Not much muscle in this update.
Good news: I'm working on another update, and hope to have it up in less than a week.
More good news: There should be plenty of muscle in that update.

On to the show.....



The sun beat down on Tyler's face. He squinted his eyes open and judged that it was nearly the middle of the day. Had he been out that long? He stood up and looked around. He was in the front yard of his house. Only it wasn't his house. It was Lilly's house. He desperately wanted to open the door, which he was certain Lilly had left unlocked, walk inside, and collapse on the bed. Or even the couch. Or anywhere at all that was indoors. But he didn't dare to. He considered walking around to the pool to wait, but discretion and fear won out there as well. Finally he decided to simply sit down on the stoop next to the front door and wait. Wait for what? For his next beating, he supposed. Or his next humiliation. Or perhaps his next chore, if Lilly felt like having some slave labor. Tyler knew that whatever Lilly wanted, Lilly would get. Either he'd give it to her without complaint or hesitation or else she'd simply take what she wanted. Lilly would have her way – of that Tyler was certain.

From a distance, Tyler heard a shout. "Hey Tyler!" He looked up and saw his three friends approaching the house. Trent was sporting a bandage over his broken nose and was holding his arm defensively over his broken ribs. He was also carrying a baseball bat. Calvin's dislocated arm was now in a sling. His good arm was being used to carry a metal pipe. Owen was probably in the best shape of the three boys, with a black eye and a busted lip. He carried a length of metal chain in his hand.

"Wh-wh-what are you guys doing?" demanded Tyler.

"We came to get you, buddy, and then we're going to find that little bitch Lilly and teach her a lesson. Go grab a bat or a fireplace poker or something and let's go," exclaimed Owen.

A dark cloud of dread came down over Tyler. "Uh, guys, do you think that's a good idea? I mean, maybe we should just leave her alone. Why don't you guys just get out of here and go rest your wounds," he said to his friends.

"Dude, what's with you?" asked an exasperated Trent. "We're not going to let that little cunt get away with what she did to us. I don't care if she's thirteen-years-old. I don't care if she's five years old. We're going to have our retribution!"

Tyler was desperate to escape the situation without doing any further damage to himself or his friends. Then he realized that none of them even know who Lilly was or where she lived. "Well, uh, let's go looking for her. Maybe we should start where we last saw her at that party. She probably lives around there." Tyler thought that if he could lead his three friends away from his – from Lilly's house, maybe they'd get tired and would give up. That was his desperate hope.

"Well, go inside and get a weapon of some kind, dude," said Calvin.

"Nah, I'm not really feeling it," Tyler weakly responded. "Besides, with the weapons you three guys have, that should be all we need, right?"

"Well, if you say so," said Calvin. The four boys turned to head to the road for the walk to the scene of the beat down from the night before last.

Just then the front door opened and there stood Lilly, all five feet of her, barefoot, in a pair of baggy pajama pants and a loose fitting sweatshirt. "Well hello, boys," she called out with a smile. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

Tyler's heart sunk and he hung his head. The other three boys were frozen in shock and then they all nervously stepped forward.

Apparently Trent was the spokesman. "Listen you little bitch. I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but nobody gets away with what you did to us at that party!" He paused and then he looked around, and suddenly came to a realization. "And what the fuck are you doing in Tyler's house anyhow? What the hell is going on here?"

Lilly giggled and then her giggle turned into laughter. Uncontrollable laughter as her sides were shaking and tears came to her eyes. Eventually she composed herself. "You're going to teach me a lesson? You losers are hilarious! As for what I'm doing here? Well, why don't you ask your pal Tyler?"
The friends all turned to Tyler and he turned white with fear and shame. "Well, um, Lilly kind of moved in and took over, guys." The friends looked incredulously at Tyler, who found a burst of emotion. "Well, shit guys, you know what she did to you three all at once! She beat the crap out of me and she moved in! What else was I supposed to do?"

"The hell with this bullshit!" exclaimed Calvin suddenly and he bolted towards the front door, holding the metal pipe high over his head. "I'm gonna fucking break you apart you tiny little bitch!" Calvin rushed at Lilly and brought his arm down violently, preparing to strike the girl in the head with the pipe. The pipe looked to be 18 inches long and weighed 5 pounds of solid iron.

At the last moment Lilly brought her arm up and caught the end of the pipe in the palm of her hand. With a quick jerk she pulled it out of Calvin's hand. The boy stumbled backward and fell on his ass on the grass, next to Trent and Owen, who warily stood next to their now defenseless friend. The three boys looked in shock as the thirteen-year-old girl placed both of her hands at opposite ends of the pipe and without so much as a grimace or even a deep breath, she easily bent the metal pipe into a horseshoe until the two ends were touching each other. Then she tossed the pipe back towards Calvin, where it landed a foot from where he sat.

"There's good news and there's bad news, boys." Lilly announced to the dumbfounded trio of friends. The good news is I'm in an incredibly rare mood of feeling generous today. I'm not going to raise my fists at all against you three idiots. In fact, I'm not even going to so much as lay a hand on any of you morons. I won't touch you at all. You three stooges are really in luck!" She gave a smile and sat down on the stoop, looking every bit like the thirteen-year-old that she was. Not a hint of muscle was visible underneath the baggy clothes she was wearing.

The boys all let their shoulders drop and sighed in relief.

"Here's the bad news boys," Lilly said exuberantly. Suddenly she snapped her finger. "Tyler!" she called out.

Tyler immediately came to attention. "Yes, Mistress." He responded.

The three friends were stunned and unable to move.

"Tell these three dipshits how you feel about me, slave."

Tyler turned to his three friends. "I love her." The three boys' mouths all simultaneously dropped open.

"And more than loving me, slave, how else do you feel about me?"

"I fear you, Mistress," came his immediate response.

"And what will you do for me, slave?"

"Anything, Mistress."

"Good boy. Now come here."

Tyler approached his teenaged owner, who gently caressed the boy's swollen lip with her finger and then leaned in to give him a passionate kiss on the lips, letting her tongue ease past the boy's teeth.

"Tyler. That boy," and she pointed to Calvin, who still sat dumbfounded on the grass, "tried to attack me with a metal pipe. Now I want you to teach him a lesson he won't forget. Go beat the shit out of him." She paused and let her gaze wander from Trent to Owen and then back to Trent. "And if either of you two try to butt in, I'm not going to be in a very generous mood at all. And you'll have to deal with me when I'm angry. Got it?"

Calvin stood up and put his arms out in front of him. "Tyler, you can't do this, man! We've been friends since, like, forever!"

Trent and Owen both backed away, pathetically, as they both began to openly cry from Lilly's threats and from their own inability to protect their friend.

Tyler took a final look at Lilly, who gave him an encouraging smile, and then he ran over to Calvin and punched him in the stomach. Calvin keeled over in pain and then Tyler immediately sent a vicious knee to the boy's groin, making him collapse to the ground. Tyler jumped onto the wounded boy and began punching the boy in the face without mercy, pinning his arms to the ground with his knees and alternating between left and right-handed punches. After two dozen punches, Calvin was unconscious and bleeding on the grass and Tyler was motionless on top of his longtime friend, sobbing tears of frustration.

"Now, said Lilly, walking over to Trent and Owen, who were both still crying, "get the fuck off of my yard and never come back. And take that piece of shit with you," she growled, pointing at Calvin who lay motionless.

Trent and Owen bent over to pick up their fallen friend and sadly shuffled off the yard and into the distance.

"And you," said the tiny girl to Tyler, "come inside and follow me." Then she gave Tyler a wide smile which quickened his heart, reached up and brushed the tears off his face, took his hand, and led him through the front door of her house.

Once inside, Lilly picked Tyler up as if he weighed no more than the metal pipe which she'd just mangled and carried him up the stairs into his old bedroom. Lilly sat Tyler on the edge of the bed, placed her hands on his knees and spread them apart. Then she stood between his legs and kissed him fully, running her hands through his hair as her tongue played with Tyler's mouth. Tyler reached up to feel Lilly's powerful muscles through her sweatshirt but she grabbed his wrists and placed them back onto his knees.

After an eternity of kissing, Lilly took a half step backwards so that she could get a good look at Tyler's face. He was wearing a black eye, a split lip, and a few other bruises on his face, many of them courtesy of the tiny girl who stood before him now. His eyes were bloodshot from the most recent round of crying, also courtesy of the tiny girl, four years his junior.

Lilly fixed Tyler with her gaze. "You surprised me there, Tyler. I didn't think you had it in you."

Tyler let out a sound that was partly a sob and partly a laugh. "You didn't think I could beat up Calvin? I am in pretty good shape, Mistress. Just not compared to you."

"No, Tyler," she answered, "I didn't think you had it in you to do that to your friend."

Tyler answered simply. "You told me to, Mistress."

Lilly stared intently at the boy before her. A long moment passed. Finally she spoke. "You did that because you love me, boy?"

"No, Mistress."

"You did that because you fear me, slave."

"No, Mistress."

Lilly let the surprise that she felt show in her dazzling emerald eyes. "Then why did you fight your friend? Why did you beat him like that?"

"Because I need you, Mistress."

Lilly paused and took just the briefest moment to catch her breath. "And you love me."

"I love you Mistress."

Lilly took another step back and kept Tyler's eyes locked into hers through her sheer willpower. "Do you think I'm pretty, Tyler?"

Tyler looked at the thirteen-year-old girl who stood in his bedroom. Her dark blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Her lips were full and pouty. She had the high cheekbones of a runway model. Her feet and toes were dainty and perfectly shaped. Her hands and fingers were slender, with just the hint of her power showing where the veins in her forearm led to her wrist and to her perfectly manicured and uncolored fingers and nails. And those eyes. Dark green, full of mystery, of confidence, and always with a glint of mischief within. "You're beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Do I turn you on, Tyler?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Even in baggy clothes? You can't see my muscles at all."

"You're beautiful, Mistress, and I'm incredibly turned on by you."

"Show me."

Tyler pulled off all of his clothes in an instant and stood, naked and vulnerable, in front of the object of his desire. His manhood stood erect and firm.

"Sit down, Tyler, on the bed."

"Yes, Mistress."

Lilly looked Tyler over. She looked at his legs and chest and arms. He really wasn't in such bad shape, for a weak boy, she thought to herself. She stared between his legs at his hardness. Not bad at all. The mischief in her eyes showed through. She took another step back.

"Don't take your eyes off of my eyes, boy. Don't think about what's underneath these clothes or what I can do with my body. Just stare into my eyes."

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what will you do for me, boy?"

"Anything, Mistress."

Lilly smiled. "You have thirty seconds to cum, boy. Starting now."

Tyler came in twenty.

Lilly smiled again. "Mine."

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[Jeremy Lightning]

I enjoyed it for the most part, showing that Tyler is pretty much under Lilly's control and will do whatever she wants, just because there might be some light at the end of the tunnel that perhaps she will quit bullying him and perhaps love him as he loves her, it seems like she has been treating him fairly good, except for a thing here or there, she has been doing a lot for him, for his fantasies, and perhaps as the story goes on, she could even give him pleasure without too much pain to go through to get it. Of course, her pleasure will always be more important than his pleasure. Looking forward to more! k+!

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Tyler woke up the next morning in his old bed. He could feel Lilly's arms wrapped around him and her firm but tiny breasts pressed against him. One of her thick legs was draped over Tyler's legs and he could make out the unreal definition of her quads and calf even as she slept. Both of them slept in the nude. Emboldened by the previous day's events Tyler reached down and stroked Lilly's thigh with his hand, feeling the warmth and the power radiating from the young girl into his fingertips. Suddenly he felt his body being manipulated and he was now facing Lilly, wide awake, her bright green eyes radiant.

"Good morning, my pet," she whispered and then pulled his head to her for a long, deep kiss. As Lilly explored Tyler's mouth with her tongue, she grasped his wrists and guided his hands to her shoulders and began to slowly flex for him. Tyler could feel the insane definition of her delts and traps as power coursed through the young girl's body. He moved his hands down to her biceps, which she began to flex and then relax, in a slow and easy rhythm. Tyler marveled at the way that her biceps, bulky even in a relaxed state, overwhelmed his hand as they pumped up to a full flex. He tried, in vain, to put the tiniest dent into her muscle. The little powerhouse was simply too strong for him to find any give underneath her paper thin skin, stretched to the limit by the hyper-pumped muscles.

Lilly wrapped her arms tightly around Tyler's torso and began to squeeze. The boy feared that he would be dragged into unconsciousness once again by Lilly's might, but she suddenly stopped and giggled. "I'm going to take a shower, little one. Go get breakfast ready. Nothing fancy today." Then she gifted Tyler with her amazing smile and slid out of bed. "Oh, and make enough breakfast for the both of us this time."

Tyler threw on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and padded down the stairs to the kitchen to make good on Lilly's instruction. She emerged a short while later tracksuit style pants and a sports bra. She had a matching jacket tied around her waist. "What's for breakfast, boy?" she asked.

"Well, you told me nothing fancy, Mistress, so I just made us a couple of Denver Omelets. I made yours with six eggs. And some orange juice. I hope that's okay. If there's anything else you'd like..."

Lilly cut him off. "No, pet, this will be perfect. Let's sit at the kitchen table and eat while it's hot." Sitting at the kitchen table with Lilly, it was the greatest meal of Tyler's life.

After breakfast, Lilly decided that she really just wanted a quiet day with Tyler and suggested that they take a walk together. Naturally, Tyler accepted immediately. The two of them walked, hand in hand, and started to really get to know each other for the first time. Tyler learned that Lilly had always been naturally strong and naturally dominant. However, because she was always one of the shorter kids wherever she went, she was accustomed to getting overlooked from a young age and that she had a chip on her shoulder, especially when it came to older boys. She was always a bit of a tomboy from a young age and used to be picked last for neighborhood games of basketball or touch football with the other kids. She'd been determined to build her body to a level that nobody, and especially no older boy would ever be able to push her around.

Suddenly, as they were about to cross a street, a sports car came barreling through the intersection going double the speed limit, followed closely by a tricked out pickup truck which nearly ran Tyler over, had Lilly not pulled him out of the way at the last moment. Lilly watched the two vehicles race down the street and then take off together around the corner. After making sure that Tyler was really unhurt, she paused and said, "They just turned again. I think they're going to come back down the street again. Stay here on the sidewalk, out of trouble. Do you understand?" Tyler understood.

As the car and truck made another turn back onto the street where Lilly and Tyler stood, she grabbed a nearby empty trashcan and held it at the ready. Then she rolled it out onto the street just as they came bearing down in their direction. The car in the further lane blew past the can and kept going, off into the distance. The truck, which was nearer, slammed on its brakes but wasn't able to stop soon enough to avoid hitting the can, which launched forward and crashed into a wall on the sidewalk.

Two huge men climbed out of the truck. The driver ran to the front hood and started screaming and yelling when he saw that there was a scratch on the paint from where the truck had struck the can. The passenger looked around and set his sights on Tyler, never having seen Lilly, who had run down to try to get a better look at the car which had driven off. "Hey, kid!" The passenger yelled at Tyler. "Why the hell did you roll that garbage can out onto the street?" Tyler tried to answer but was too shocked and scared to even form the words. The passenger was every bit as big as the bodybuilders had been at the beach a few days earlier and he was clearly agitated.

The driver was even bigger than the passenger and when he saw his friend yelling at Tyler he ran to the trunk and grabbed a tire iron and then began to march over toward Tyler with a single-minded purpose. Tyler backed away on the sidewalk and soon found himself cornered against the wall, surrounded by two of the biggest and angriest men he'd ever seen, one of whom held a tire iron in his meaty hand.
Suddenly Lilly shouted, "Hey, what are you jerks doing with my boyfriend!!!" coming back from down the sidewalk. Both men turned and saw the tiny thirteen-year-old girl in the tracksuit, an angry look on her face, and her hands on her hips. The two bulky men both turned and looked at the little girl, then at each other, and smiled, and then back to the little girl.

"We're going to beat the shit out of your boyfriend for fucking with our truck," said the passenger. "Why don't you stick around and watch? Then maybe you can make us both feel a little better." Then both men let out laughs that could only be described as disgusting.

Lilly's face darkened. "You two pigs are as disgusting as you are stupid. But neither your looks nor your charms can hold a candle to how fucking ugly you both are. That's the good news."

The driver laughed at Lilly's fiery attitude. "You've got a lot of spunk, kid. I like that. I'm going to like it even better when you're sucking my cock while my friend here is tearing your ass apart with his cock."

Lilly continued on. "But I haven't told you the bad news yet, dipshit."

The driver laughed again. "And what's the bad news, Princess?"

"The bad news is, you don't want to make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." Lilly tore her top off revealing her pumped up upper body in nothing more than a sports bra. Quickly she pulled off her track pants, exposing a tiny pair of shorts revealing her equally pumped up lower half. "And I'm fucking pissed off right now."

Both men stared at Lilly and then looked to each other and began laughing again. This time the passenger spoke. "Well look at this! We've got a miniature muscle-girl on our hands here! That ass is gonna be extra tight when I shove my big cock in it!" Then he and the driver both tore off their own shirts, standing bare-chested in only their jeans. Both men were sporting enormous arms and chests with bulging muscles and tattoos adorning their bodies.
Tyler stood frozen and watched as Lilly approached the passenger. He was terrified, not because of threat of the two burly men, one of whom was holding a tire iron, and not because he was still pinned against the wall. Tyler was terrified because he had seen Lilly do amazing and horrible things with her prodigious strength. He'd seen her destroy a car with her bare hands. He'd seen her bend a steel pole in half and crush a dumbbell into dust with just the strength of her upper body. He'd watched his teenaged Mistress dismantle two older boys with a sadistic precision that made him ill at ease just to think about. But until this moment he'd never really seen Lilly angry. There had always been a cool detachment about her as she went about destroying property and limbs. None of that was evident in this moment. As Lilly neared the passenger, he suddenly lunged forward. Lilly pivoted her body and grabbed onto him by the shoulder and by his waist band and turned and threw him into the wall. He crashed into it with his shoulder, and quickly got up to lunge at Lilly again. Lilly took a half step back at the last moment, reached out and grabbed the man by both shoulders, than she turned, lifted him into the air, and slammed him down to the sidewalk. The passenger was stunned and didn't get up immediately.

However Lilly had little time to react as by the time she turned around the driver was on top of her and had swung the tire iron at her. Lilly put up her hands to stop the blow but she still took the brunt of it across her chest and shoulder. But she didn't budge an inch. Lilly's face scrunched up into a scowl. "You're going to have to hit me a lot harder than that, asshole," she growled at the driver. He took another swing, connecting with Lilly's stomach. Lilly didn't budge. "Again, dickhead. Hit me again!" He leaned into it this time and hit Lilly with all of his weight behind the force of the swinging tire iron as metal connected with Lilly's epic abs. Tyler heard the collision as if a gunshot had just gone off. Lilly didn't budge. She whistled.

The driver didn't hesitate. "You crazy little bitch," he threatened as he swung the tire iron once more, this time in the direction of Lilly's face.
Lilly brought up one hand and caught the tire iron, ripping it out of the driver's grip. "Not the face, mother fucker. And now I'm very angry."

"Please don't hit me with that!" pleaded the driver.

"Oh, I'm not going to hit you with this. I'm going to do much worse than that to you," promised Lilly. With that she bent the iron into a loop, and then made it into the shape of a pretzel.

The driver stepped back hesitantly and whimpered, "Who are you?"

Lilly glared at the frightened man before her and growled, "Not 'who', asshole. The question you should be asking is, 'What are you?' And the answer is I'm angry!"  With that she suddenly pulled on the deformed tire iron breaking it into two mangled pieces and tossed them with disdain down the sidewalk.
Then she leaned down and flexed as hard as she could in a terrifying most muscular pose. Her lats, pecs, and traps swelled to insane definition, threatening to rip her elastic sports bra in half off of her chest. Her biceps and triceps ballooned to their full density and Tyler was able to make out thick veins pulsing with blood with every beat of the mighty thirteen-year-old's heart, feeding more oxygen and more strength to her bulging muscles.
Lilly walked up to the driver with purpose and intent on her face and without a hint of being in a hurry. He backed against the wall and put up his hands in surrender. Lilly continued to approach and the driver began to shake. She continued closer until she was standing inches away from the enormous man. With all of his shaking, Tyler could see his powerful pecs and biceps bouncing up and down. If he hadn't known better, Tyler would have sworn that the tiny girl, even with all of her muscles fully pumped, was completely outmatched by the much larger man before her. Tyler knew better. Lilly had to tilt her head back a considerable amount at such a close distance just to keep eye contact with him. Suddenly, without so much as a warning, Lillly's tiny fist shot forward into the much larger man's stomach. Lilly didn't even pull her arm back to gain extra speed and power, she simply jabbed from inches away. The man immediately bent over in half and began wretching as his face turned a shade of blue. Lilly had completely knocked the wind out of him. Now that he was bent over it was easy for Lilly to reach his shoulders and push him down to his knees. Now the tiny teenager, no more than 5 feet tall, stood over the much larger man. Once again she struck without warning. Her knee closed the distance of no more than a few inches into the man's face. From where Tyler was standing he was certain that Lilly didn't have enough leverage at that distance to do more than daze the man with the blow, but when Lilly pulled her leg back to the ground Tyler could see that the man's nose was broken, his lip was swollen and split open, and he was bleeding all over the sidewalk.

Lilly leaned into the man again and this time did no damage to him other than to push him onto the sidewalk, on his side. She sidled up alongside him and wrapped her legs around the man's hefty torso. Then she paused and gave a quick look to the passenger who'd been tossed into the wall a short while ago by the mighty thirteen-year-old. He was stirring and looked ready to get back to his feet. Lilly froze the passenger with a glare and then commanded him in a low voice. "Don't fucking move." Tyler had never heard Lilly's voice with that much venom and it made him afraid for the men and even for himself to see Lilly in this state. The passenger now cowed by Lilly's glare, she resumed her full attention to the driver who was trapped between Lilly's impossibly muscled and defined legs. Lilly gave herself a quick hip turn, manipulating the driver within her grip so that he was now face down on the sidewalk. And then she began to squeeze. At first the driver, who had by now recaptured his breath, merely grimaced in an effort to withstand the pressure. Then he began to get frantic and tried to wedge his powerful hands between Lilly's thighs to push them apart, but this was a futile task. Lilly continued to amp up the pressure and the man began pounding at her thighs in a frantic attempt to escape. Lilly was too strong to be overcome, and, Tyler realized, even if the man was in a position to hit Lilly's legs at full strength it wouldn't have mattered. As it was, on his stomach, his punches were nothing more than a feeble nuisance for Lilly to ignore.

She continued to squeeze harder and harder as the man's resistance waned. Finally he resigned himself to place his hands flat against the sidewalk and try to endure the punishment in silence, all of the air from his chest being crushed tighter and tighter by the tiny girl's unstoppable might. Now Lilly did the unthinkable. She began to slowly whistle, while showing the passenger, still slumped against the wall, that she was nowhere close to using all of her strength. An eternity slowly passed as the muscles in Lilly's quads and calves continued to twitch faster and faster and harder and harder until her bronzed legs shone translucently in the afternoon sun. She continued to whistle the slow steady melody in her head. Finally, Tyler heard the all-too recognizable 'pop' of the driver's ribs succumbing to the relentless force of Lilly's terrible strength. One after another, until 5 of the driver's ribs were broken.

Lilly let go of the broken man who remained face down on the pavement whimpering in pain. Standing up, she nudged her feet under his broken ribs and nudged him over onto his side, causing him to start screaming in agony. Lilly simply put a finger up against her lips to signal "hush" to her victim and he immediately clamped his mouth shut in obedience. Lilly said to the driver, "It's time for act two. You won't want to miss this." And she motioned to the passenger, still sitting slumped against the wall. Seeing that he was now to be the focus of Lilly's wrath, the passenger struggled to his feet and looked to be ready to run away. Lilly stared the man down and then spoke. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I told you not to move once already. Do you want to make it worse for yourself than it already is?"

The passenger fell to his knees at Lilly's words and held out his hands in front of him as a gesture of surrender. Lilly approached the passenger and time seemed to slow down. She was in no hurry to end his misery and she knew that for him, not knowing what she had in mind was its own kind of torture. She stood above the terrified man for over 2 minutes, unmoving, and watching his face show the dread of what form his destruction would take at her hands. Finally she spoke to him. "Stand up. Now." He immediately complied. Lilly stood less than an arm's length away from him and stared him down. His face was pale, ashen, and his hands were shaking. "So, do you still want to shove your cock up my ass?" she asked him. Lilly turned around and faced away from the passenger. She shook her ass at him, knowing that his eyes were fixated on her perfect body and her unbelievable musculature and tightness. Knowing that even though she couldn't see him that he wouldn't dare to put a hand on her. "I happen to think my ass is quite remarkable. Don't you agree?" she taunted. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and kicked her foot up behind her, smashing her tiny shoe into the man's groin, mashing him with her unstoppable power. He immediately collapsed to the ground, vomited, and began to shake uncontrollably as if he was in the midst of a seizure. "Well, I guess you won't be doing much of anything with that cock of yours for quite a while," Lilly taunted.

Lilly turned back to the driver, who remained motionless on the sidewalk, trying in vain to support his ribs with his hands and arms. His eyes were fixed on Lilly, and the terror on his face spoke volumes. She walked up to the driver and stopped a few feet away. Then she erupted in a most muscular pose. Her traps, delts, lats, and pecs ballooned to insane dimensions as ripples of muscle traveled up and down the thirteen-year-old girl's upper body. Her beautiful face and model good looks stood out in contrast to the bulk and power that began at her neck and continued all the way down to her softball-sized calves. The driver began to sob, until the pain from his broken ribs reduced him to only being able to quietly whimper.

Lilly laughed at the driver's despair and then headed to the pick-up truck that had been at the root of this very one-sided conflict. She leaned in close to the front bumper. "It's barely a scratch," she announced to the driver. "You could have buffed this out with a rag and it would have looked like new." Lilly pulled her fist back and flexed her bicep to its full capacity. Tendons and veins throbbed up and down her arm in anticipation of the destruction to come. Pushing off from her cannonball like calves, she launched her entire body forward, sinking her fist into the hood of the truck. The force of the collision made the entire truck shake and the engine immediately began to give up steam, the housing having been significantly compromised by Lilly's single blow with one of her tiny fists.

Lilly walked around to the driver's side door and grabbed onto the door handle, yanking the door completely off its hinges with seemingly little effort. Holding the large door in front of her, Lilly did a graceful half spin, like a gymnast, and threw the door through the air as if it were nothing more than a Frisbee. The door flew over the driver's head and crashed into the wall just a few inches above him, embedding itself into the concrete. Lilly then stepped into the open truck and crouched down on the driver's seat. She remained crouched for a moment and then extended her arms up above her head and pushed off of the seat, creating two chasms in the roof of the truck with each of her fists. Holding onto the roof of the truck as if it were a pull up bar, she swung her feet forward in the air and shattered the windshield into thousands of tiny shards with the might of her legs. Then she hopped back inside the cab and moved over to the passenger seat. With an almost casual kick she completely unhinged the passenger door and then jumped out of the cab to pick up the door with her hands. Walking back over to the driver, she folded the door in half with her hands, her biceps, triceps, and forearms handling the bulk of the work while her pecs and delts fired at rapid speeds to help the young girl stabilize her balance and give her the leverage to achieve the impossible. Once the door was completely folded in half she spun it 90 degrees and then repeated the process, folding it yet again. And then she folded it in half a third time for good measure. Lilly tossed the mangled door towards the driver, allowing it to miss his head by several inches and crashing it into the wall behind him.

Lilly returned to the truck again and dismissively kicked at each of the tires, rupturing one after the other with a single blow from her tiny, sneaker encased feet. Then she tore the hood off of the car in an instant and began to punch the engine as if it were nothing more than a bag at the gym. The volume of her indestructible fists striking against the steel of the engine was deafening at first, but after a few blows the steel proved not to be any kind of a match for Lilly's immense force, reducing the collisions to dull thuds in a matter of moments. Lilly only stopped when the large engine was completely deformed and smoke and fluids were emanating from all over.

Heading to the rear of the truck Lilly threw a single punch and split the tailgate in half. Then she reached into the bed and pulled out a 6 foot long solid steel digging bar. Walking to the driver, while holding the bar she spoke to him with contempt. "I could kill you with this bar. I could throw it like a javelin right through your heart. I could swing it and knock your head clean off. I can do terrible things to you in ways that you can't even imagine." The pain in the man's ribs weren't enough to stop him from sobbing loudly at Lilly's threats. Holding the bar in one hand she grabbed onto his wrist with the other and dragged him along on his knees towards the passenger, who remained unable to stand up from the single kick to his groin several minutes earlier. Lilly began to bend the solid steel bar with her hands and wrapped it in circles around the driver's wrists. Once she had his wrists immobilized she began to do the same thing with the passenger's wrists, fashioning the 6 foot steel digging bar into a set of virtual handcuffs sufficient to keep the driver and passenger stuck to each other and unable to get out of the metal trap in which their hands and arms were encased.

Lilly's final act was to place one of her tiny hands on the chest of each man and gave a mighty push forward. They were both launched into the air and flew into the wall, headfirst. Both men were knocked out unconscious from the force of the collision.
Her work complete, she turned and looked over at the truck. It wouldn't be driven ever again. She looked at the men, bound together, broken, and unconscious. And then she looked to Tyler, who stood, wide-eyed and disbelieving at what he had just seen. All of the anger on her face melted away and she ran over to the boy. "Tyler, are you okay?" she asked him worriedly.

Tyler locked his eyes with Lilly but didn't speak. He blinked his eyes and moved his lips but no words would come out.

"Tyler!" screamed Lilly. "Say something! Are you alright?"

Tyler put up his hands in an effort to show that he was almost ready to collect his thoughts. He stepped forward and put his hands in Lilly's. "You called me your boyfriend," he said in a whisper.

Lilly didn't respond at first. She looked at him and then she slowly began to smile. "Yeah, I guess I did. Are you alright with that?"

Tyler reached forward and kneeled down in front of Lilly. "Yes, Mistress. Of course it's okay if you want me to be your boyfriend."

Lilly pulled Tyler back up to his feet. "Tyler, there's one thing that I want."

"Anything, Mistress".

"I want you to call me Lilly."

Tyler didn't try to hold back the tears this time, and for the first time he felt no shame that Lilly could always make him cry so easily.

"I love you, Lilly," Tyler blubbered.

"Oh Tyler," Lilly wrapped her arms around his waist. "Let's go home."

[Jeremy Lightning]

I loved it! Brought all sorts of emotions, I'm happy for Lilly and Tyler, because it seems like Lilly actually has a great affection for, and perhaps even love for Tyler. And of course, excitement when Lilly confronted the two truckers, proceeding to show off insane amounts of power and muscle that had both of the huge, supposedly strong guys terrified of her, as she proceeded to literally tear the "tough" steel truck apart like it was made of tissue paper! I loved when she folded the door in on itself 3 times, showing insane power, which of course I always, always enjoy seeing. And what a happy ending, Lilly calling him her boyfriend, and treating him like an equal, not a slave, not a pet. Really love where you have taken this story, I can't k+! you enough!

[Lupus753]

At first, I thought this would play out like one of those Ichizo Girl Beats Boy comics, but I was pleasantly surprised to see it go in a superstrength direction.

[wissen]

Very good story

Though I would prefer a bit more muscles and less strength.

And I really liked that her dominant attitude was changed in the end

[caino]

no more updates???

it was such a real good story

[bolt21]

I don't see any updates coming on this one. I did write 'Brianna Takes Over', which is complete, and 'The Receptionist', which is still in progress, so you might want to check those out.

And it's definitely worth mentioning that this story is actually stolen from MLG. I continued it and wrote the second half because I liked his story so much.

[Mastron]

Thanks for the awesome addition to Lilly's take bolt. Just word of it over at the You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login website.

The evolution of the characters felt really genuine and true. Have to say the final chapters, the slow ebb to the climax managed to choke some tears off my eyes. Usually I'm broken between fantasy for sadist muscle women, or gentle behemoth s, but here you have a girl dangerously walking the middle line.
My mind would always be racing with thoughts of what power Lilly would be capable of, after dismantling a car, and you pretty summed up a fraction of this...

More chilling though, is how Lilly was capable of dismantling two people (the brothers more so) so methodically, while applying punishment equal to the crime against the driver and passenger. She dismantled the car, but practically went tame against the two blokes in comparison, and betraying how pissed she seemed to be. Shows restriant and such a levelheaded.

Perfect love story, reminds me a lot of that old Stacy Kechum muscle story, with a girl more dominant and prone to violence, making a more exciting road to finally accept their love for one another...

I um, it's funny, because mesmerized by MLG


cont:

Sorry for doublepost, accidentally posted it and can't find how to edit....

As I saw saying, mesmerized by MLG original story, my mind was definite full with intrigue, looking at a girl behave like a mix of Kickfan's Heidi, Mr Nobody's Chrissy, Miles Endeavour's Penny Edwards, whilst subverting her violence, and not killing anyone while perfectly capable of this, and showing an open and gentle side.....

I wrote a while ago, a small homage to Lilly, that at this point in time, I'm sorry if I dump it here, but just feels proper as a homage to both you and MLG's writing. It's a bit erotic, so there.... Mods please advise.


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Lilly Homage


Tyler was on his bed, it had been weeks since he last felt the cushiony softness of his mattress, for the past few days, it was between the hardness of the cold kitchen floor, or the steely-man crushing muscles of his tormentress, the softness of the bed felt so... alien now, too much to be welcoming. He couldn't sleep. Shifting left and right, trying to ignore the growing pressure in his crotch, his mind was racing with images.

Tyler's mind was replaying the events of earlier that day, with painful detail. Lilly dismantling his uncle's car with her bare hands, hoisting the 600 pound engine aloft like a feather, every crevice and striation of her muscles in utter bold relief, her arms exploding with muscles as she casually tossed the engine like a projectile impaling it across the windshield, the ferocity of it all, the destruction, clearly reminding Tyler that what Lilly had in her hands a while ago definitely wasn't a feather at all...

His mind racing with detailed images of Lilly's burning green eyes, her perfect face and heaving chest made the teen dampen the bed and his shirt with sweat, finally acknowledging that Lilly owned him utterly, physically, mentally, emotionally, as well as sexually as his cock rose like a tentpole threatening to burst thru his trunks. His bated breath, as his excitement grew, Tyler pictured something that wasn't entirely difficult to happen. He pictured how easily Lilly would have lifted the red blazing car above her head, the veins of her immaculate body pumping blood across the different plates of her impenetrable body. What would she do then? Send the wreck flying a few yards away? Slowly but surely simply bend and collapse the car on it's own, her muscles excruciatingly getting more pumped to satisfy their owner's command? No, no... Lilly loved to exert dominance, and remain a tease, a slow-burn revealing how much power she actually had. Lilly would've probably simply turned the car on it's roof, her basketball sized glutes defiantly constricting against each other, only to snicker and mock both Tyler and Uncle Rich for "The fucking wimps you are"...

Her ass... Tyler couldn't contain himself, he had been toying with his organ engorged as it has never been before. His head buckling against the bed's headrest, he could hear his moaning, but with a grant, Tyler had miraculously stopped himself, even when his cock had started dripping precum. Simply, the boy wanted more. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tyler was on edge, with trepidation thinking about what he wanted to do. Lilly had been spending some nights in 'her' house, sleeping in what used to be Tyler's parent's bedroom.He bit his lip thinking of her magnificent body plastered on the velvety satine sheets his parents loved so much.

Nodding at himself, Tyler stood up accepting his fate at about he was about to do. He needed more. He'd be silent, and simply sneak where Lilly was sleeping to steal a peak at the girl's iron-cast, marbled-etched physique. Opening his door's room, his body definitely still trembling with terror and anticipation, he surveyed the pitch darkness of the room. Surely Lilly was asleep in the dead of night. Tyler tiptoed across the carpeted floor, his erect cock wobbling about.

UNGH! Tyler's imagination kept bombarding him with tales of horror, warnings, but more and more of sheer lust that compelled him to continue forward in his journey. Each pace closer to his goal... He remembered how Lilly, with one massive leg and dainty feed, had his useless body plastered against the floor, demonstrating him his rightful place at his goddess's feet. Without any exertion from her part, Lilly nearly grinding his once proud chest muscles to pulp. How easily could've she just caved in his entire chest and crater the equally insignificant ground below. Now, more and more aware of this girl's preternatural strength, he wondered if despite dismantling his entire life, not utterly destroying him was Lilly actually mercy, had she ever killed anyone? He pictured how Lilly's teardrop quads, her diamond shaped calves would blow in mass at this. How this young boy desired to wrap his arms across those very legs and worshipfully kiss every inch of their sheathing skin. More precum dripped from his penis, to drip silently against the carpet below with that very thought. How he craved for the girl that right before his very eyes had overpowered his ex-girlfriend and taken that very girl to the peaks of ecstasy so effortlessly, peaks Tyler in his life never would've been able to..

Closer and closer he came. Stealing through the night like a burglar. At the distance, he was able to notice that the door to his parent's ex-bedroom was pried open by a mere two inches, as if beckoning him and reward Tyler for his bravery and secret delights only the bravest. Some light cut through the darkness inside the room. Gently, Tyler's trembling hands pried the door just a few more inches, enough to survey the area and absorb his gift with his hungry gaze...

The curtains, open akimbo, moonlight streaming thru the glass, enchantingly bathing the room with silver rays, made Tyler easily able to spot. There she was, sprawled on the bed, long kicked the bed-sheets away, Lilly was simply garnished by a sheer cotton nighty. Her legs, even in their relaxed state sang of their power, each muscle group defined and accentuated by the moonlight. How thick, juicy and meaty they were... Tyler bit his lip to stifle a moan, as his gaze hungry tore thru Lilly, only to spot her massive defiant glutes clearly outlined, as the butt crack neatly tucked in the nightie, clearly accentuating the bulbous orbs...

Repositioning herself in her sleep, Lilly tucked the pillow and shifted one of her meaty thighs bowing it by the knee. The cursed nightie simply rode further Lilly's ass, revealing it completely, Unadultered erotic flesh, showing the girl was pantiless. Enthralled by this vision, Tyler's moaned and gawked like an idiot with his mouth agape. Choosing to forfeit his life, the teen boy stole into the room. The sleeping girl's ass, rising like a small mountain beckoning to him with every pulsation. Daringly, Tyler at first gently massaged the contours of her bowling ball hard glutes. His fingers tickling every separate striation and assuring that each was as hard as the rest. Emboldened, his mind in auto-pilot merely driven by lust. Tyler pushed the fingers of his dominant had right into Lilly's but crack, the hardness of the steel globes making it almost an impossibility till he could only wedged the tips of his fingers.

This was enough for Tyler to feel the hardness encasing his fingers, sense the delicious heat coming from Lilly's delicious ass. Without warning, as Lilly stirred, still under Morpheous embrace, those very tantalizing buttcheeks like a vice, or a bear-trap closed menacingly around those insolent fingers with such excruciating power, that they crackled painfully, welling tears in Tyler's erotic infested, and terrorized face, as he felt that even in her sleep... Lilly's ass was stronger than he was, threatening to crunch his fingers to a pulp. Biting his lips, his mouth in a scowl of desperation, Tyler put all his worth in pulling and pulling hoping he'd find perchance before he lost his fingers. Luckily, or unluckily, Tyler succeeded in extricating his hands from the monster vice of Lilly's perfectly sculpted butt. Mostly because Lilly stirred again, too deep in sleep to notice, parting her ass, just enough to free Tyler's beaten hand. In an act of amazement and sheer luck, the teen sailed across the floor driven by the momentum of the force he had been applying, trying to free himself. His body ambling, falling to the floor and skidding on the carpet making him feel like a ragdoll against the sleeping goddess. Smartly, the boy was able to reposition himself and brace most of the impact as his head hit the wardrobe. Eyes peeled in terror, he noticed Lilly stir roused by the noise and let out a You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login's where fortune seemed to be on his side: despite all the commotion, Lily did not wake merely stretching her arms and letting a yawn.

Transfixed and assessing the situation, Tyler witnessed the massive arm rise, the triceps, bicep ballooning even with the least of motions from Lilly, so bulbous that the short sleeves simply tore. Definitely, this girl had been packing more and more muscles in the short-time she had become Tyler's mistress and he her slave... Waiting a few more minutes, too afraid to move, Tyler didn't stand till he was sure the girl was still asleep. He rose, his gaze locked on the monstrous ass that mockingly had overpowered without effort, but that still beckoned him to try and tame it. Lilly's words hammered into his head "It's ok you stare at my butt as I walk away". Oh, she knew where Tyler's gaze had been all the time, precisely where it was now...

His cock blue and black with hunger, throbbing in his hand as he cupped it, positioning it as a spear as Tyler envisioned him a hunter with a spear about to harpoon a bulbous meaty buffalo for a butt, a meaty butt he knew would likely deflect a real spear. Tyler valiantly ambled closer, but before he aimed for the hunt, as if a sign of worship to the Gods, HIS goddess, Tyler mesmerized dropped to his knees and bowing, kissed and licked her right glute with passion and respect, as if paying his last rites before the hunt. He rose, knowing what needed to be done. Cock in hand he began to rub it on Lilly's awesome glutes, feeling their hardness in a way that sent him shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body, so intense that he utterly forgot about what he was doing, overriding his fear with lust, knowing this was a girl that could crush him like a rotten grapes Not having enough, Tyler climbed on the bed, dragging himself across it almost kneeling.

The desperate, muscle-lust driven boy had only one goal: blow his wad across this girl's beyond imaginable and delicious monstrous bubble butt. Gently in and out he thrust against the shut ass-crack the goddess possessed. Expertly the bumped his cock across the striations of the crevice, his eyes half-rolled into whites, mouth open agape, and his tongue sticking out like a mad dog. The boy was soon rewarded with his reward as his jism exploded in shotgun blasts, spluttering all over the butt-crack and the mountainous glutes. Instinctively, the boy rubbed his cream across the full expanse of her butt like lotion, the moonlight vividly bringing the whole scene, the full detail of the muscular but, legs, and all of Lilly into an almost ethereal ghostly glow. Every bump, grove, crevice, every single cord of muscle fully evident. By this time, Lilly's eyes had parted, hoisting herself up supporting herself only with one arm, as she arched her back to see what was happening.

Her eyes, her green eyes, were almost impossibly scintillating a green light, almost like a cat. Blinking to gain focus, he saw her slave mouth open, drooling like an idiot, moaning loudly and cackling hellishly, too far gone to realize that Lilly had awoken. Making sure he milked his cock for whatever it was worth. His hand, on it;s own volition, swatting a thunderous slap against one of Lilly's single defiant glutes. The muscle  far too powerful and hard to even jiggle. Frowning, Lilly was pissed, but seeing this entire otherworldly scene, knowing that Tyler knew that he breathed, ate, lived, all thanks to her, a gnat in her overpowering hands, that anger subsided and amusement took over. She was going to punish him alright, but more than that, here and now even this moment of Tyler's triumph and turn the tables on him, to show without a doubt,that Lilly dominated him in every single conceivable way possible.

Leaning closer, not removing her butt from Tyler's worshiping ministrations, with speed of a tigress, one of Lilly's arms shot forward, her leviathan muscles cutting through the wind. Deftly one of her dainty hands clasped around Tyler's cock, fingers that could easily crush rocks, encasing the boy's engorged balls and shaft with a squeeze. Here Tyler finally realized that the slumbering dragon had rosen, the goddess's overpowering grasp showing that Lilly had literally  the boy's life by the balls. However, his mind was once again reaching peaks of lust never before explored, as instead of ripping off his entire cock as easily as she could, begun to massage the pulsing member with power, with expertise. Reaching over the boys butt, Lilly stood up, carrying the boy still encased by her arm with him up in the air. Not letting go of the cock, the girl teased: "Your cock is as pathetic and insignificant as you, wimp"

Through wild eyes, Tyler up in the air, his entire body convulsing out of pleasure and due to the sheer force of Lilly's masterful handjob, Tyler saw the girl's biceps balling and crunching, her pecs shooting like pistons as the girl held him effortlessly aloft expertly massing his entire cock with one single hand like a virtuoso fiddle player. He arched his back as pleasure shot his entire body, the last thing he saw before his neck craning to stare at the ceiling: Lilly;s fiery green eyes nested on an angelic face, belonging to a goddess of muscles. He orgasmed as never before, his juice shooting strand after strand against the girl's meaty forearm, the separate meaty sinews bulging with might. Not having enough, Lilly had further plans to exert further her utter conquest and dominance. Squashing the boy against him, his cock plastered against the girl's leviathanic washboard, armor-plated stomach, she massaged his cock by undulating her tummy, accentuating her obliques, expertly trapping his shaft between selected abs, as she rubbed the shaft across it. Trembling, plastered as a boy, Tyler orgasmed again,his cum puddling against the abs of the young dominant girl. At that moment, he stifled a cry of pain, as Lilly gave him a reminder who he was dealing with, with a crushing squeeze,and painfully squashing the member against her armor plated stomach,  Tyler felt almost his cock about to burst to pulp. Adjusting her grip behind Tyler's back, the barely a teen goddess, increased the pressure on the imprisoned boy's body. Increasing the pressure Tyler's ribs and back begun to creek, bowing in. The young girl smiled at the boy, who despite feeling the overpowering pain, still had his face contorted in lust. Even the veins that criss-crossed the girl's arms seemed to painfully dig into the insignificant boy. Just one simple flex, and the meaty tree-trunk forearm could plaster Tyler against her like a bug.   Lilly laughed mockingly. "Such a wuss, you wouldn't be able to satisfy anyone with that shitty cock of yours". The girl teased, secretly amused and elated at the meaty package the boy possessed.

Not releasing the hold, but making sure not to turn the cock into a pulpy mess, the girl walked to the door, thunderous footsteps trembling the house as Lilly carried their collective weight. Painfully digging her fingers to his ass, drawing blood, and tearing muscles his comparatively mushy ass muscles, Lilly swung Tyler effortless, and he sailed helplessly across the room, arms flailing wildly a few yards away, sailing past his room's threshold door, he crashed against the inside wall with a bang and fell to the floor. Amazed at Lilly's sheer power and strength.


"I'll deal with you later, you pathetic turd" Lilly tensed her muscles menacingly to accentuate her power, her heaving pecs tearing through the fabric of the nighty, her thunder-thigh bursting with power, and nearly popping the nightie apart. Retreating to her room, Lilly for theatrics grabbed the door knob, deforming it with the pressure of her dominating fingers and with a casual, riveting pull closed the door behind her, with enough force that the slam could be heard throughout the neighborhood, snapping the wooden door in half and simultaneously tearing it off its hinges, as even the frame itself collapsed inwardly, the house trembling throughout,  all in a simultaneous and swift motion. Tyler was sore from the manhandling, his cock punished, but still erect. Eyes wide open, sucking in everything that happened, doing the best to deeply burn the nights events in his brain, wide open mouth in amazement, Tyler did not move at all from that spot. The only motion, his right hand as he played with his gunk caked groin, his discharge so utterly intense, so utterly mind-blowing, that he'd obediently welcome any decision that His Goddess decided, his life Hers alone...Her Will was his command...



Back in Lilly's room, the girl was giddy, super self-absorbed at how overpowering she was. Grunting, the girl summoned her inner power, her muscles instantly exploding, tearing the cotton nightie like wet tissue, as more and more of her skin flourished in leviathanic might. The cotton strands fell to the floor, fluttering landing on the ground below. With one of her fingers, Lilly lazily toyed with her abs, as they rose with undulations, threatening to devour even their owner's hand deep within the trenches of her muscles. Lilly decided to take a shower, to wash away the lotion gunk off her body. Skipping towards the master bathroom, Lilly's calves made a dance of muscle, bursting like overinflated footballs. The sinews of her thighs dancing as her legs ate the distance away. Not bothering to close the door, Lilly turned on the shower, wanting the pathetic slave to hear her take a shower. Ambling inside, as the water splashed against her succulent body, steam dancing about, Lilly noticed that Tyler maybe wasn't stupid enough to answer to her taunt, knowingly the dripping water would be clearly audible all the way to his room... Unbeknownst to her, Tyler had long fallen asleep, completely spent and exhausted. His cock still erect and bruised. His mind fantasizing about Lilly's intoxicating power and muscles.


As Lilly lathered every groove of her body, testing the impossible firmness, water fell in rivulets like water thru etched trenches in a statue. One of her arms massaged her perky teen breasts, her index and thumb biting her engorged erect nipples. Admittedly, feeling her own strength, her own hardness always excited the young girl, escalated by the entire situation. Lowering her other arm to her dripping young cunt, Lilly nested her fingers inside her seething cunt. Her thighs, the tree-tunk legs, the guardians of this most succulent and prodigiously tight places flared menacingly.


The girl begun to fist herself, her thighs bloating with more and more power, her calves bunching as in her passion, Lilly thrust herself on tiptoes, her bulbous, giant ass garroting against the tiles, cracking it, as each glutes impacted with several hundred pounds of force. Her back, and more than linebacker shoulders smashed against the wall in her throws of passion, every inch of her muscles so bloated and squirming, that the tiles collapsed as they cracked inadvertently. As Lilly finally unleashed  a barrage of orgasms after orgasms, her neck bullishly striated as the girl cocked her head in passion.

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Lilly played with her damp hair, after her exquisite orgasms, finally the young amazon was finally able to cleanse every single muscle, worshipfully and diligently, taking her time on every single armor plated muscle to ensuring they were massaged and clean. Two hours the girl took on the shower... Such was her diligence.. Finally walking towards the bathroom, and aroused by the sensation of the steamy hot water had bestowed upon her, Lilly decided to not towel herself dry, simply let the cool night breeze do the job for her. Her nipples still erect. The young girl let herself plummet on the bed, making it shake with the force of her heavy body, stark naked. Satisfied at who she was, her mind accepting that it would follow Lilly's bidding and milk more muscle for her owner to bask on... She dozed off, a smile on her face...


                                                                      ~Fin?~


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I've been writing some stories, seriously debating where to post them, because they can be borderline taboo. Some of them cross-overs between muscle girls we all likely know, others homages and tributes, whereas others seeping in with entirely new muscle girls (even used to have an epic fantasy novel of a group of taurian women, the epitome of evolution, conquering an entire land a la Raoh, lead by a clan of genetically perfect matriachs. The herd secretly in the border of collapse, as their nomadic nature and lifetime of war and conquest was catapulting them into a path of extinction.... Unless their strongest daughter, the youngest  of her generation, led them to a new path... I may post some here.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Well, I very much enjoyed seeing this homage to Lilly, it was very well written, I liked your muscle description a lot. I welcome more stories from you if they're anything like this description wise. k+!

[Mastron]

Thanks Jeremy, I felt inspired when writing this story. The others stories may seem amateurish, full of erotica, so let's see what happens

[nickolai]

I really enjoyed this and am glad you guys resurrected it.  Otherwise I would never have discovered it.  Many thanks!

[ame3cv62]

Omg this is such a great story,i know there might not be any updates soon,but it would be nice,again great story

[john jonh]

it would be great to read an update of lily with tylers girlfriend nicole again

[daviology]

Waiting to read more about Lily, especially how she treats alpha males.