Coping with Power Chap. 7
by demented20
Moira gets help to get even stronger and Lisa gets closer to the truth


Ian opened his eyes slowly. He had a pounding headache, but he could deal with
that. There was some light in the room, but he couldn't manage to open his
eyes fully yet. His eyes were still blurry at any rate. His hands were tied in
front of his body, and his ankles were bound as well. He wasn't going to be
running anywhere. He shook his head to try to clear it. Finally he could see
clearly. He was in a lab. It wasn't all that different from the lab back at
his office, but he could tell it wasn't the same lab. The walls were brick and
the floors were plain wood. The light was coming from a desk lamp at the far
end of the room. There was a person sitting at a desk on a stool. He took a
deep breath when he realized who it was sitting at a desk on a stool. Her
uncombed strawberry blond hair fell across her broad shoulders. She wore the
same sports bra she had been wearing earlier. Ian wasn't sure how long he had
been out, but no more than an hour or so. His ribs still ached from her
embrace, but they was getting better. As a doctor, it was his professional
opinion that he didn't have any permanent injuries. He put his mind to work on
his next step. He sure as hell couldn't fight his way out. He had tried that
already and that wasn't going to work. He'd have to think of something else.
His best thought was to just sit and observe. 'Who knows... she might just let
me go', he thought.

Moira shook her head as she read over the notes the good doctor and his
partners had written down. Some of the things in the book she had never even
considered. They had much better equipment and had more test subjects than she
did, but that was not an excuse. The man laying up against the back wall was
very very good. Maybe not a genius, but he was pretty darn close. Moira made
notes of her own based on what she was seeing. She had already mixed up a
batch of juice using her current formula using the more pure ingredients she
had stolen from the lab. She could feel the chemical working already. She had
a rush of energy and power that would allow her to stay up for the many hours
that it would take to go over the notes.

Ian observed the woman for what must have been hours. He didn't see it coming,
but he fell asleep. "Here! Wake up!" Ian's eyes shot open and he jumped back.
"Looks like you need something."

That same huge blond was holding a cup of what looked like water in front of
his face. He took a discrete sniff, but couldn't smell anything. That didn't
prove anything to him.

"Its just water. If I wanted to do something to you I wouldn't waste good
material on you. I think this could handle it." Moira casually flexed her left
arm producing a rock hard 27 inch bicep.

Ian reached out and took the water. He took a small sip before taking a deeper
swig.

"Good. I'm not trying to kill you. I could have done that back at your office.
I thought about it too. My toes are still sore."

"I'll say I'm sorry if you let me go", Ian told her as she walked away.

"Can't do that, doc. I have some questions to ask you."

"Some questions to ask me? I think I'm the one who should be asking the
questions!" Ian took a deep breath trying to calm his temper.

"I can understand how you feel. This doesn't have to be bad for you at all. I
won't need you forever. Just long enough to help me with a few things, then
you can be on your way."

"Isn't that precious", Ian said through clenched teeth.

Moira walked to the end of the room and retrieved her notebook. "Now, doctor,
I have the questions written down here. I think..."

"I'm not going to answer anything until you tell me what this is about", Ian
interrupted her.

"You are a bold one aren't you?" Ian didn't say anything. "I could squash you.
You know that don't you?"

"Of course I do. But let me tell you something. I've been in some places and
done some things that make me not scare too quickly. I haven't always been a
doctor. If you want to kill me all you have to do is put that fist through my
face, or squash my head. That would be pretty messy, but it might tickle your
fancy. I don't know what sick shit you have in mind for me, but while I have
the ability to form a fucking thought, I want to know what's going on."

"You're lucky I don't have a bad temper"

"And you're lucky that I'm not half as strong as you are. If I was, I'd have
laid you out back in the lab. So I guess we're both just a couple of lucky
s.o.b.'s."

"I like you.", Moira said quietly after a moment's thought. "If you were one
of us, I wouldn't even be doing what I am going to do. It wouldn't be
possible." She smiled. "I'll tell you some of what you want to know." Moira
sat down and explained to Ian about the group of super strong people who lived
together and trained together. Most of them had been there for at least eight
years. The weakest of them could bench press half a ton. Some people used the
juice a couple times a day, while others juiced just a couple times a month.
It was a personal preference. Some people had jobs and lives outside of the
group, while most, like Moira, rarely went out into the world anymore.

Ian didn't know what to think. "That's quite a lot to think about. I'm hungry.
Do you have anything to eat?" Ian was hungry, but he wanted time to think more
than anything else. Moira stood up and walked out of the room without saying a
word. Ian closed his eyes and tried to get a grip on his emotions. He had
dedicated his career to the study of the strongest people in the world. He was
probably friends with the strongest person in the world, but now he wasn't so
sure. He was in the middle of a collective of super strong humans. Working
with this woman appealed to more than just his professional curiosity. He
loved her every muscle. He was attracted to all sorts of women, but he had
always had a thing for muscle. Even as a kid he had loved it. Now he was
looking at the biggest most beautifully muscled woman he had ever seen. So
powerful and strong his mind could hardly comprehend it. He felt himself stir
a little down in his pants. He smirked to himself. Then the other side of his
mind asserted itself. He had been abducted and was being held against his
will. This woman was trying to force him to help her get stronger. He wasn't
sure that was possible, but just the thought was enough to make him wonder.

Just then she walked back into the room. "You missed dinner. All you get is
bologna and cheese." Moira bent down and handed him the plate with two
sandwiches. "What about my questions?" Ian was surprised by the tone. There
was no anger, or malice in her voice. Just hope that he would say yes.

"I have to think about it. A lot has gone on tonight. I hope you understand"
Ian looked up in time to see anger flash across her face, but before he could
get worried it was gone.

"I understand." With that she turned and walked back towards the other side of
the room. He wanted more water, but he decided not to ask. Better to let her
stew with her own emotions for a while. He figured out something while he sat
there nibbling on the two sandwiches. She had never done this before. She had
never kidnapped anyone before. She wasn't sorry she had done it because her
drive to get more powerful overrode all other instincts. That was sad at some
level, but what was more sad was the fact that Ian couldn't leave until this
woman let him go or he figured out a way to break out. Then there was Lisa.
She would find out that he was missing after a while. He wondered how she
would take it.

"What do you mean he didn't go home last night!?!" , Lisa yelled into the
phone.

"Look, ma'am, there was a break-in at the Warrmer Research

Institute last night. There is an ongoing investigation as we speak." The desk
sergeant tried to stay calm.

"Is Det. Long working this case?", Lisa asked after taking a deep breath.

"Yes, he is."

Lisa slammed her phone down into the cradle and ran to the elevator of her
building. In a few minutes, she was in her car and on the way to the Warrmer
Institute. Detective Long was there in his customary sports coat and reading
glasses. She ran past the uniformed cop who was trying to protect the
perimeter. He turned to follow, but Detective Long saw her coming and waved
the young cop back to his position.

"Miss Sanchez, what are you doing here?"

"Ian Brooster. Do you know where he is?"

"You know Dr. Brooster?", the detective asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, he's my best friend. I've known him for almost ten years."

"I want to get some details on him if you don't mind. I've already put a call
into the family in Boston. His brother is supposed to catch a flight here this
evening, but you can help me right now." Long motioned to a lady standing near
him. "Lisa, this is Detective Marsha Simmons. She's got some questions about
Dr. Brooster that you might be able to answer."

"Sure. What did these thieves want with Ian anyway?"

"Not sure. They took a shit load of chemicals and all of Dr. Brooster's notes.
One of the security guards said that one of the perpetrators carried Dr.
Brooster out with them."

"So there was more than one? That's what the guards say. Looks like Dr.
Brooster fought back. We found a couple drops of blood in his lab room. They
don't match his type so it looks like if they got him there then one of them
got cut in some way."

Lisa spent the rest of the day answering questions. The media was there, but
they didn't know who she was so they didn't bother her. Lisa left the
institute just before 3 o'clock and drove to Ian's apartment. His dog Rex
would need some food about now, Lisa thought to herself as she pulled into the
garage.

Ian was still sitting in the same place when Moira came back in. "Have you
made up your mind?", she asked.

"I have."

There was silence as the two stared at each other. Moira into Ian's deep grey
eyes and he back into her piercing blue ones.

"Well?"

"I'll help you, but there will be some conditions."

She wanted to smile, but suppressed it. "What are they?"

"Number one: I get the hell out of here when I have set you on the right
path."

"Agreed"

"Number two: I'm head honcho on this deal. I tell you what goes where and how
much goes there. This is a collaboration I suppose, but my word is the law."

"Agreed"

"And number three: I get whatever info you have. Don't hold out on me, or I'll
just quit."

Moira was frowning now. "Agreed"

"Good then let me see everything you have. All your notes, and those
questions."

Moira turned and walked back to the other side of the room. Ian stood up. She
came back with a large box full of binders.

"Good. Now take these damn things off." Ian held his still bound hands towards
her.

Moira set the box down on the stool and took a hold of the rope just inside
Ian's wrists. With little effort she pulled the rope apart without pulling
against his wrists. "Now you can get started. Don't wander off. I have to go
workout and I don't know what the others would do if they caught you wandering
about."

"Understood"

She turned and left the room. Ian was now alone. He untied his legs then
walked over to the counter. He sighed deeply before opening the first binder.
He wondered what he was doing and why. Why was he going to help this crazed
over-muscled woman get even more over-muscled. He didn't have an answer, but
he didn't have an answer to a lot of things. Like who was going to feed his
dog.

Lisa had taken Rex back to her apartment. Later that night while she curled up
on her couch with a glass of Italian red wine she started thinking of all the
times Ian had been there for her and now he was in trouble and she couldn't
help him. A tear came to her eye and ran down her cheek as she thought of just
how helpless she was. She fell asleep on the couch that night. Rex curled up
on the couch at her feet worried about his master and why he wasn't where he
was supposed to be.

It was nearly a week before the police removed the crime tape and let the
employees back into the building. Lisa drove down to the institute. It was a
Saturday so they were closed, but there were plenty of people in the building
since it was the first time they had been able to enter in over a week. The
chief administrator was there and Lisa told her that she was Ian's friend.

"Ian's a good man and a friend", the administrator told Lisa.

"Can you show me where it happened?"

They went downstairs to the workout room where Lisa had been many times
before. She walked around the room.

"What happened to the floor?"

"Not sure. The police are still investigating. They told us not to have it
filled until they finish their investigation."

"There's a bar missing"

"You're just as good as the cops. Are you a private detective or something?"

"No, but I can see where its supposed to be."

"At any rate. You're right. The police found the bar broken in two pieces."

"Broken?!?"

"Yeah, they said that its possible to break a weight bar. I don't know much
about these sorts of things. This isn't really my field."

"I understand." Lisa understood something else too. Those bars were rated to
hold a ton on each end. There was no way short of a machine that a bar like
that could be harmed. She might be able to bend one, but she couldn't guess
how one could be broken. "Well thank you."

Lisa left and went to work. If she had been a private detective her next step
would have been obvious, but she wasn't one and it took some time for her
figure out. She called Detective Long and asked on progress. They talked for
some time. He said there were no concrete leads just yet. That was one of the
reasons she trusted Detective Long. He always shot straight with her. Near the
end of conversation, Detective Long mentioned that he had ruled out an inside
job and that all the guard's stories had checked out.

She knew there was something missing though. Detective Long mentioned that he
still had no idea how the bar got broken or how the hole got in the floor. The
guards should have known something. She thanked the detective He had been
helpful.

That Monday the Warrmer Institute was back in operation. Lisa came back to the
facility near closing time and talked to the security guard on duty at the
desk. Excuse me, is there anyone on duty tonight from the night of the
break-in?"

"Yeah, just one. Robby. He's down there now. Who are you?"

"I'm a patient of Doctor Brooster and I wanted to get some of my things out of
the office. The police had it roped off the last time I was here."

"Yes. Well I'll have him meet you at the elevator so you can get your things.
We're supposed to keep that room locked up."

"I know, but you're doing me a big help." Lisa batted her lashes and gave him
a semi-flirtatious look.

She walked to the elevator and sure enough a man in his later thirties or
early forties was waiting for her when the doors opened. He gave her a quick
up and down. From the look in his eye, he must have liked what he saw. His
eyes lingered on her chest just a little longer than he probably would have
liked, but Lisa didn't mind at this point. She just came for one purpose.

"This way, Miss..."

"Sanchez."

"Just follow me." The guard lead her around the corner and unlocked the door
and turned on the lights. "Do you need any help with your things?", he asked
hoping that she would say yes.

Lisa turned around as soon as she heard the door close. "As a matter of fact,
you can help me with something."

"Sure."

Lisa walked closer to him. "What really happened the night of the break-in?"

"What? What the hell are you talking about!"

"Come on, Robby. The story you and the others told the cops is a load a crap.
I know it.", Lisa answered calmly.

"You don't know anything. I think you should go now!"

"Don't make this hard. I won't have to tell anybody. I am a friend of Ian
Broosters. I just want to help him. I'm not out to get you or any of your
buddies."

He turned to open the door. Lisa reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Come on.
Just tell me the truth."

The guard was shocked, partly at the question and partly at having this
beautiful woman not a foot from him. He looked down at her chest again. Lisa
purposely stuck her chest out showing him more of her glorious cleavage. She
looked into his eyes, trying to ignore his smell. He was about to say
something, but didn't. He pulled his arm free.

"I am not trying to get fired. Now get the hell outta here!" He went for the
door again. Lisa stopped him again. "I have to have that information.", she
nearly yelled. "You are the only one who saw who took my friend. You told the
cops a bullshit story to cover your own ass. I'm fine with that, but I have to
know what you know."

"You're crazy lady. Now let go of me!" He jerked his arm, but this time Lisa
held on. "Let go of me!" He jerked his arm several times, but Lisa didn't let
him go. Instead she pulled him closer towards the middle of the room.

All pretenses of civility were gone now as Lisa looked at the guard. "Tell me
the truth", she ordered in a low tone. Her voice had more than a hint of
finality to it.

The guard tried one more time to pull away. He grabbed her wrist in his hand
and squeezed and twisted. Her arm didn't move. The guard brought his arm down
as hard as he could. He didn't break her grip, but he tore his shirt. "Look
what you did! Damn it, I don't have the money to keep buying these damn
things. You're wasting my fucking time. Now if you don't get out of here I'm
going to smack the shit out of you and carry you out."

Lisa folded her arms and stood there. "I'm not moving until you tell me what I
want to know."

The guard pulled his baton out in a flash and sent the end of it at Lisa's
midsection. Lisa saw the movement and barely had time to tense her abdominal
before the end of the baton struck her. She did tense them quickly, but the
jab still sent a sharp pain through her body.

"I thought that might change your disposition. Now let's go." The guard
reached out to grab her collar, but Lisa caught his hand.

"You're going to need some convincing I see. She punched him in stomach with a
quick punch. Just enough to make him stagger backwards. Lisa stood up and took
off her jacket. She didn't give the guard time to steady himself. She was on
him and pushed him up against the wall. "You gonna talk?!?" Lisa was pressing
him against the wall pretty hard.

The guard snickered and brought his knee up to her midsection. She didn't see
it coming, but was ready nonetheless. It did make her loose her grip though.
The guard circled out and brought his baton down on the back of her knee he
then brought it down on the back of her neck. He felt rather good now. At
least he was still a man. Not every woman in the world could kick his ass. He
wasn't so sure after the break-in. He had been thrown against the wall early
on in the fight and didn't get the worst of it, but the others had. Now this
woman wanted to come down and think that she could kick his ass. Well she
hadn't. He had kicked hers. He was sure now that if that other woman ever came
back again that he would have something for her too. He turned back around to
see how to get this woman upstairs, but he saw just bare concrete.

"Looking for me?" He turned quickly to see a fist coming at his face. It
connected before he could even twitch. The blow knocked him back several
steps. "I was trying to give you a chance, but you've pissed me the fuck off
now", Lisa hissed. Blood trickled from a cut at the base of her neck. She
could feel the blood drip down. That just made her more mad. Her muscles
always reacted to higher adrenaline in the blood. They were tensed hard and
veins were already appearing over the surface of her body. Her clothes hid
most the muscle, but not her arms. She wore a white sleeveless blouse and the
guard could see the muscles getting more and more defined the closer she came.
He shook his head and brought his baton up. He was pretty good with it. He
faked a blow to her stomach and instead swung for her head. Lisa's training
kicked in and she ducked out of the way. Before he could come around for
another swing Lisa send another punch at his jaw. The punch rocked him all the
way to his toes. He fell back against some of the exercise equipment.

"What do you want?"

"You know what I want. What really happened that night?" The guard covered
himself, but didn't speak. "I think you need some more convincing."

"No! No!" The guard covered his face and pulled his knees into his stomach to
protect himself.

"I haven't even gotten started. I could get much worse. I could hurt you bad."
Lisa went to the weight tree and carefully wrapped her fingers around a five
hundred pound weight. She slowly pulled it down. She held it steady for a
moment giving her body time to get accustomed to the weight. She held it up to
the guard who stared at it dumbly. His mind kept telling him that the weight
said fifty pounds, but his eyes wouldn't cooperate. Lisa set her jaw and
gripped the weight tightly. She then started folding it in half. Her muscles
got harder and harder more defined. They didn't get any bigger though. Her
biceps were thirteen of the hardest inches in the world. Her muscles didn't
need to get bigger. They had done more than she was asking before. Her pecs
became cut and striated as they pushed her hands closer together. That there
was a five hundred pound piece of steel between her hands was incidental. Her
pecs did not care. She could have crushed the weight with one mighty movement,
but she wanted to show this guard what was in store for him and she like the
feeling of the steel yielding to her muscles. When her knuckles touched, she
gave the weight one final squeeze before letting it drop to the floor for
effect. It worked.

"Oh, Jesus, God! Not again! No please!...."

"Talk!" Lisa lifted the guard off the ground with one arm. She held him up so
that his feet were at least two and a half feet off the ground.

"Put me down! Please put me down!" Lisa did and he shrank back away from her.
"It was a woman. A big woman. She took on all of us. She took the doctor."

"A big woman?"

"Yeah a lot bigger than you. Meaner even... Oh I didn't mean it.... I
just...."

"Was she the one who broke the bar and put the hole in the floor?"

"Yes!"

"Thank you. Now that wasn't so hard now was it. Anything else you might
remember?"

The guard just stared wide eyed. "Guess not", Lisa said under her breath. She
went behind the guard and wrapped her rock hard arms around his neck. She had
to be careful not to squeeze too hard. In moments Robby the guard was out.
Lisa put her jacket back on and, threw him over her shoulder and carried him
down the hall to the men's bathroom. She put him in the bathroom stall and
pulled the door closed. Lisa washed her hands realizing that this was the
first time she had gone into the men's bathroom since she was in college. That
had been on a dare. It wasn't much different from the ladies' room except for
urinals. She always thought urinals were disgusting. Lisa reached into her
pocket and pulled out her small purse. She opened it and took out the hundred
dollar bill that she always kept. She put it in Robby's hand. She figured that
would buy him a new shirt and have a good bit left over. She didn't like
beating up anyone, but now she had what she wanted. She went back out to the
workout room to make sure everything was in order. She started to turn the
lights out but saw the bent piece of metal laying the middle of the floor. She
went over picked up the badly misshapen piece of steel. She tucked it under
her arm and headed to the elevator. The elevator went to the lobby, the
machine probably thinking that there were at least 3 other people in the
elevator.

Lisa strolled out of the elevator and headed straight for the doors.

"Oh, Miss, did you find what you were looking for?", the desk guard asked.

"Got it right here." Lisa pointed at the 500 pound weight she carried under
her arm like a loaf of bread.

From so far away it looked like a roll of notebooks or something. "That's
good. Did you find Robby?"

"Yeah, I did. He was on his way up, but he had a date with the bathroom."

"That's just like Robby. Have a nice day Miss."

Lisa hurried to the side of the building and tossed the weight into the
dumpster. She had a little collection of things she had broken either
accidentally or on purpose with her strength, but there was no way to hide
that going up the elevator of her building. Better to let the landfill have
it. Lisa turned her attention to digesting the information she had gotten from
the guard. She knew where to start looking.

Lisa drove to the warehouse district. It took hours before she was sure she
was at the right place. It was nearly one o'clock in the morning now. She
wanted so much to go in there and try to find her friend, but she knew better.
She wasn't ready and she was tired. If she burst in there she might get
herself hurt or even worse she might get Ian hurt. Lisa bowed her head and
said a prayer for him and drove home. She would be back the next day.

The working relationship between Moira and Ian was actually quite good. Ian,
despite his lingering anger at being held against his will, liked Moira. She
was a very good researcher. She subscribed to all the right trade publications
and her aptitude for chemistry was impressive. Ian was good, very good, but
she was on par with any of the colleagues he routinely worked with at the
Institute. When she was relaxed and working, Moira was witty and even playful.
Ian could tell that it had been a very long time since she had been with
someone outside of her group, and even longer still since she had been a real
friendship. He wouldn't call what they had a friendship, but it was better
than being adversarial. Ian glanced over at how her forearm muscles jumped
with every movement of her pen over the notebook paper.

She was quite amazing physically. If Ian had ever needed to identify a muscle
or muscle group, he could just point it out on her body. Her muscles weren't
always ripped though, only when she flexed them. She never had to exert
herself. Ian was pretty sure she never noticed how he looked at her body in
motion. He liked looking at her move. She didn't have on any makeup and she
didn't really do her hair, but she was still pretty. They would be working on
a problem and she would figure it out and turn to him with a genuine smile and
it looked so pleasant and so beautiful on her face he wished that they had not
met under the same circumstances. The chemicals that she had taken for so long
had taken their toll on her. He wondered if he could reverse the effects. That
occupied a part of his brain as he worked with her from the first day.

"So, do you ever go out and see a movie from time to time?", Ian asked one
day.

"Why, you asking me out?"

"I am if that's the ticket outta this place", he answered, tempering his
remarks with a smile.

She smiled back. "No, only when something comes out that I really want to see.
I haven't been in over two years though."

"That's too bad."

"Yeah, well, I have my work. One day I'll go back to the world, but I'm in no
hurry. As screwed up as the world is right now, I rather like my little
reality. But who knows, I might leave all of this behind."

"What did you want to do before you happened upon this stuff here?"

"I don't know. I thought that maybe I could land a research job at a
pharmaceutical company or something. By now I'd probably be pretty high up
there. I had a chance to get a job at Merek years ago. They were going to pay
my way through school for my PhD. I didn't take them up on it though. Maybe I
should have.", Moira admitted with a sigh.

"Its never too late. Things haven't passed you by obviously."

"I don't know", she said just above a whisper. "Anyway", she began louder. "I
am going to try out this latest formula."

"You don't have to be the test subject you know", Ian told her.

"Are you going to try this stuff?", she asked after she downed beaker full of
blue liquid. "It would take too long to have an affect. No, I think I'll keep
trying the stuff out." With that she left.

The workout area in the warehouse always had someone in it, even in the middle
of the night. Moira had started going later in the day to avoid certain people
when she worked out. In the past few days her strength had gone way up. It was
at the same time wonderful and scary. With Ian's help her strength was rising
faster than it had in the beginning. She thought back on how hard it had been
to bend that bar back at the institute. She could bend that bar now without
nearly as much strain. That was a little scary. In the back of her mind she
had always known that there was a limit to her strength, but now she wasn't so
sure. She just got stronger and stronger.

The commune was always trying to find new interesting things to test their
strength on. Ed had gotten the idea to buy three old bank vaults to work on.
So far no one had been able to make a dent in the metal, Moira included. She
had taken several punches at it and even tried to bend the old hardened steel,
but had failed to do anything. Moira walked up to the vault on the far left
and stepped inside it. It was dark, but she turned on the flashlight. Moira
grabbed a piece of metal that helped form the door frame. It was the perfect
size to wrap her hands around. Moira took two deep breaths and started to try
to bend it. Moira's hands and arms shook with power as she leaned in for
leverage. She visualized twisting the hardened steel into whatever shape she
wanted. For the first few moments nothing happened, but after some time the
metal started to move. It started to bend under her relentless grip. After a
full ten minutes she had bent the metal enough to be noticed. Moira was
breathing heavily by the time she stopped to look at what she had done.

She felt the old emotions coming over her. The power and strength brought with
them lust. For the past several days Moira had been as pleasant as she had
been in years, but now the beast came out. She knew that she was the
strongest. She was the strongest in the world. Her lips curled back in a snarl
as she put had hands back on the piece of steel. With a furious effort Moira
ripped the piece off. It wasn't large, no more than five pounds, but no one
else could have done it. Moira threw the piece across the length of the entire
workout area.

Moira was in the same mind she had been in the night she had abducted Ian. And
now he was her unstated goal again. She hurried up the stairs and threw open
the doors of her laboratory. Ian sat on a stool mixing when he turned to see
her hulking frame filling the doorway. Her hair and skin were wet with sweat.
Her chest heaved making her already muscled chest seem to grow with each
breath. She closed the door and started walking towards Ian. Ian scrambled off
the stool and took a couple of steps back. He looked around for something, but
there was nothing handy. The chemicals he had been mixing were as harmless as
water and wouldn't have slowed her down a bit. Her eyes were fixed on him. He
backed up along the counter top. She was no more than five feet from him now.
His hand found a handle. It was the broom handle. He was about to grab it and
bring it around, but she was too fast. He didn't even have time to yell before
she was on him. Her arms encircled him. She pulled him to her so quickly that
the air left his lungs as he slammed against her brick hard pecs. She brought
his head even with hers and in a flash their lips were pressed together. Her
tongue forced his mouth open, but the kiss did not last long. Moira let him
go. Ian nearly fell to the floor, but Moira grabbed his clothes. Her powerful
arms ripped his clothes off his body in three quick movements.

Ian was too stunned to be scared. He knew what was going on now. Part of his
mind wanted him to run, but another part told him to stay. "Come on.", he
yelled.

Moira smiled through her snarl and pushed him over onto his back. "You like
this", she growled. And did a double biceps pose. Ian watched as her already
huge muscles transformed themselves. The peaks reached for the sky as she
flexed hard and harder. Blood trickled from her lip as she bit down drawing
every ounce of power she had in her body and willing her biceps to grow and
grow and grow. The muscles of her forearms and upper arms had to jockey for
position as they both grew past anything they had ever been before.

Ian looked on in awe at the displace of pure female muscle power. His
medically trained brain was trying to comprehend what he was seeing while his
body had already reacted fully.

Moira tore her eyes away from her still growing arms to look down at her prey.
He was fully ready she could see. She smiled again. He was worthy of her. She
brought her arms down into a crab pose and Ian watched as her pecs formed into
slabs of pure muscle. She strained making her muscles grow even more until her
bra could no longer contain the writhing muscle beneath and it tore away from
her body. Moira stood over him with her legs spread straddling his waist. She
raised her arms up to the back of her head and crunched down on her abs. They
stood out as in relief from her midsection. Ian stared up at the display of
muscle. Moira knelt down still straddling Ian. Her abs were mere inches from
his face. Ian managed to bring his head up and lick each of the small globes
of muscle. She let him taste her for a while before standing back up. She
brought her hands down to her waist and stuck out her leg and flexed her
thighs. The muscle exploded before Ian's gaze. He reached up and traced every
rock hard line that formed Moira's powerful quad. He ran his hands down to her
calves that her always been powerful even before she had ever played
basketball. Now they looked constantly rock hard and constantly pumped. Veins
snaked around the protruding muscle trobbing in concert with her lust
quickened heart. Moira felt his hands on her legs and pointed her toes on her
right leg and let him feel her calf when it really was flexed.

Ian left his hand on the back of her calf as she raised her foot onto her toe
and pressed down. The thick wood planking of the floor creaked. Ian felt the
muscle fibers tense and bunch up and become harder and harder. He ran his
fingers down the cleft between the two heads of the calf and was in awe at its
hardness. He caressed the muscle and tried to rub it, but his most powerful
grip could not dent the muscle in any way. Ian started to raise up, but Moira
lifted her leg and with her foot pushed him back to the floor. She reached
down and pulled the shorts she had been wearing from her body and sank back
down to her knees. Ian ran his hands up and down her beautiful body. Moira
leaned down and again kissed Ian. His hands were busy with the rest of her
body. Moira rocked back and Ian entered her for the first time. Time became
meaningless to both of them. They were both lost in mutual lust. For Moira it
was both immediate and pent up. She had not been with a man longer than she
cared to remember and for Ian it was a dream come true. Only in his dreams did
women like this exist.

Moira finally rolled off of her prey at three in the morning, many hours after
they had started. Ian was spent, but still smiling. They were both drenched,
but Moira took a shower first. By the time she came back out of the shower,
her disposition had gone back to mostly normal as had her muscles. They were
still bigger than they had been, but not by a huge amount. Ian was next in the
shower, but decided on a bath instead. Moira went out and rustled him up some
clothes for Ian, but he was in no hurry to come out of the bathtub. His time
with Moira had been a combination of pleasure and pain, mostly pleasure, but
the pain set in also. He made the water as hot as he could stand and gently
lowered himself in. He tried not to think back on the night with Moira too
much. The last thing he wanted was anymore activity in his loins. 'Captivity
wasn't so bad', Ian thought to himself as he lay in the tub. Moira came in and
set his new put out another set of clothes, but didn't disturb him. He looked
peaceful. She had been rummaging for clothes for him since he arrived. All the
men in the commune were bigger than Ian so she had to really dig deep.

Moira looked at Ian as he tried to relax after their night together. Moira
knew that Ian wasn't going to stay, but when she let him go he probably
wouldn't go to the police. She hadn't hurt him since the first night they met.
Maybe he would even come back to help her from time to time. Moira smiled as
she left the room.

Edgar was the disputed leader of the commune. It was not for his
organizational skills or for his charisma. He was simply the strongest person
in the commune. For a group of people who worshiped at the altar of strength,
the strongest person was god. Moira challenged him from time to time, but
nothing serious for the last several months. He knew that she was brooding and
plotting something, but it wasn't the first time she had planned something.
She was the main chemist at the commune, but she wasn't the most politically
savvy person. Edgar had more than a few spies doing favors for him. They had
not been able to get any information on Moira for weeks, but now they had
something.

James had been in the commune for just over six years and was in the lower
tier of strength for the group. The juice didn't work well with his system.
Some people thought that his metabolic rate had something to do with it, but
Moira would never stop to do more extensive testing on him. That sent James
firmly into Edgar's camp. He came to Edgar now with information that would
change the commune forever.

"Hey, Ed, let me talk to you."

Edgar finished off his last set of squats before answering. "What you want?"

"I have some info on Moira", James answered with a grin.

"Let's have it."

"You know how she's been spending a lot of time in her lab the last few weeks
and working out late?"

"Yeah, go on"

"I followed her around yesterday. She was in one of her zones yesterday. I saw
her take a chunk out of one of those safe's yesterday."

"What?"

"Yeah. I saw her bend the hell out of it and rip it off!", James nearly
yelled.

"Interesting", Edgar noted. He knew full well that so far he had only
privately tried to work against those vaults once and only managed minor
damage.

"That's not the half of it. After, she went back to her lab and there was a
guy there."

"A guy? So?"

"Not one of us. A regular guy. She slept with him last night. They seemed to
be enjoying the part I stayed for. I didn't hang around the whole time."

"Who is this guy?"

"Not sure, but he looked like he had been helping her. He was reading notes
when I first saw him. Must be a chemist."

"Really." Edgar was silent for a while. He knew that this was dangerous. He
needed to put an end to this if wanted to remain in control. "James, some
people together that you trust and have them meet me tonight. When she goes to
workout we'll go and see if this chemist can give us some of what he's giving
her." Edgar smiled.

James nodded. "Yeah, tonight. I'll be ready."

to be continued.....

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