Not the one - part 3 By Dru Mark's friends were big boys. They all played rugby league and met together at the gym for workout every other day. So when Susan entered, they didn't hesitate. Knowing that they were attacking a woman only served to make them more confident. Charging at her they attempted a union style tackle, only to find themselves concussed and bleeding on the floor. It was like trying to tackle a tank. "I'm glad you want to play, wussbags," Susan greeted her attackers with a smile. The four blokes just stared at her for a moment. They had seen Susan just yesterday downtown, and she had been chubby to say to the least. Now she looked like she weighed twice as much, but it was all muscle. Her skin had an unnaturally healthy glow, and the stretch fabric of her stylish outfit was about to burst in several places. The strength of a normal person with muscles like that scared them, but after coming into close contact with the steel-firm flesh of this dangerous woman they knew something was terrifyingly different about Susan's body. "No one can be that buffed," one of them accused. "You have no idea, little man," Susan told him. "Now why don't you guys get to work." They were backing away, terrified of the impossible vision before them. "Where are you going?" she demanded, her hands going to her hips. One of them got brave. "You might have big muscles, baby-cakes. But do you know how to fight?" The big oaf shaped up in front of her. "I don't really want to fight you, Harry. I just need your help with something." She started taking her dress off, but didn't get far before Harry swung a punch. "OW!" He shook his fist. That punch had taken down some big dudes, but he'd be never be able to use again. The unyielding Susan made no effort to evade him as he tried again, this time shattering his left hand beyond repair. Seeing their friends gallant effort, the others grabbed weapons from the room around them and came in. The fire poker, a chair, and a steel bar that Susan had kept around the place. "Come on! I've got the most powerful body on Earth, don't want to fuck me?" "Forget it! You're not even a woman! You've got the body of a man!" Looking down at herself, Susan disagreed. Her huge muscles were much more defined and had more beautiful shape than any man's. But he obviously wasn't the type who liked female body-builders. While she was admiring her muscles the group batted her with all their might. Susan giggled, finding their attempts to harm her quite amusing. She watched with fascination as the steel bar impacted her upper-arm. It should have snapped the bone and left her badly bruised. Instead her arm didn't give way at all, the bar actually clanging off her dense flesh. The chair broke over her head, and the poker was soon on the floor while the poor bloke nursed his broken hand. The steel bar came back and clanged again, this time off her stomach. The next time he swang it, Susan shot out her hand in a counter strike that sent the bar flying through the wall and busted both her assailants arms. "I'm getting to like this," Susan admitted, giving herself a hug and rubbing her triceps. "But I don't want you boys all tired out before you even get started! You don't like big muscles on a girl, eh? Well, that's no problem." Susan closed her eyes, and began to change. Her body shrank, the muscles diminishing in size though not loosing any of the strength that she was enjoying so much. When she opened her eyes again the men had very different expressions on their faces. "What are you?" "I'm horny, that's all you need to know." She gave them a seductive smile and slipped her dress off. She enhanced herself further, and when she was finished Susan ordered the group of men on a new mission. "Now get over here and rape me." Lust filled their heads as their bodies responded quite naturally to the presence of the worlds most beautiful woman. They moved as one and tried to get her down. Susan allowed them to manipulate her, their rough hands roaming her smooth body. Picking one, she carefully pushed the others away and lifted her legs into the air. The one who hadn't gone sailing across the room needed no imagination to see what she wanted him to do. But try as he might, he could not get his throbbing erection to open her up. "Come on you! I want you inside me!" She took control, rolling him onto his back and breaking ribs in the process. She mounted him and thrust down on his urgent member, but her only reward was her victims painful screams as she destroyed his most treasured appendage. "I guess this why Superman never screwed Lois," she joked. The man beneath her started struggling violently, Susan had broken his hips and he was going into shock. Feeling a little sorry for him, she smashed her little fist through his skull to end his pain. "Let's try that again." Susan softened her body density, standing up and wandering over to the three men that remained. One of them jumped up and embraced her, finding her flesh very different now. Susan found his lips with hers, and ran her hands up his back, her gentle touch leaving a string of bruises. Her tongue over powered his, and knocked out several teeth, before she forced him down and mounted him. Her reduced density paid off, and Susan started moving on him with agility and energy. Watching his face as she luxuriated in her own pleasures his expression was wild. He couldn't take her sensual motions for very long, the sliding and gyrating too much for him. His eyes went wide and cried out as he exploded with the most forceful ejaculation he'd ever experience. The sensation overloaded his mind and he passed out. "Hey!" Susan got off him. She had nearly peaked, and was disappointed when he went soft inside her before she got what she wanted. "Ungrateful scumbag!" She took him by the jawbone in a devastating grip and dashed his skull fatally against the floor. Looking over to the next one, Susan touched her nipple and licked her tempting lips. The man practically jumped onto her, and she lay back down while he shoved his face into her breasts and massaged them as thoroughly as anyone could with broken hands. Guiding him into her, Susan relaxed herself and relished the feeling of his cock working as nature intended. But he lasted even less time than the last guy before he shot his load and slumped unceremoniously onto her chest. Susan lifted him off her body and dropped him on the floor. Bringing her hand down on his chest in frustration, she caved in both his lungs and sent pieces of a rib into his heart. "You better get me off, dickhead," Susan threatened her last remaining sex toy. "I might even let you live to brag about it." She walked up and stood over him, spreading her legs. "I've never had anyone lick me out before," she told him. "Get to it." He blanched; obviously he'd never gone down on a woman before. But her hand soon had the back of his head, and his nose broke on her pelvic bone as she forced his mouth up to her excited clitoris. Susan kept him there for nearly an hour as she moaned and writhed with orgasm after her orgasm. In no time at all he started to get more enthusiastic, his tongue working faster and harder as it roamed around bringing her more pleasure than she had ever felt in her life. But her body was insatiable, each peak only to serving to make her want more. "I want you inside me," she told him. Letting him go, Susan got on all fours and waved her ass in the air. "Let's see what you've got there, big boy." His raging erection was soon pulsing pleasure through Susan's super-body. She came three times in as many minutes, and then the lucky devil with his dick sliding within her exploded with so much joy that he screamed. "That's more like it," Susan groaned, getting up and finding her dress. She was about to send the survivor home when she realised that he was dead. His ejaculation had been so powerful that it was as though someone shorted out his brain. She shrugged. "Damn, I kinda liked you." Looking around at the dead and destroyed men lying awkwardly around the room Susan started cleaning up. She piled up the bodies neatly, and decided to leave it at that. Even though she had only been using the ring for a few hours, she was confident that no-one could punish her. She stepped over a pool of blood and started looking for Mark. He was in the bathroom, the door locked and bolted. Having already decided to find a bigger place to live, Susan was not concerned as she pushed a hand through the wood and ripped the door right off its hinges. "Hello there, baby," she smiled at him, taking great delight in the wild, frightened-animal look in his eyes. "That was nice of you to call your friends. I'm going out to look for a new place, and I want you to stay right here until I get back, okay?" Susan carefully scanned his thoughts. She was getting better, and managed to read his mind without making his nose bleed. All he could think of was how perfect Susan looked, but underlaying the strong desire he had to jump her bones was a deep fear. He had felt the awesome power of her hands, and after listening to his friends die Mark was planning to leave as soon as she was gone. "You're not going to stay are you? Well, I'll just have to do something about that." She took his arm, and dragged him over to the towel rack. With her free hand Susan tore on end of the metal bar from the tiles, and wrapped it around Mark's wrist. After watching him try to free himself for a moment, Susan knew he would break his wrist before he broke free. "I'll be back in a while. You be a good boy now, okay?" Getting keys to one the cars un her driveway, Susan reduced her physical strength to a sensible driving level and headed toward the northern suburbs.