Beast, part 1.
by Brenda Brutowski musclewoman@hotmail.co.uk


She stood, almost to attention, on a platform at the base of what looked 
like a huge industrial jackhammer.

She was perhaps 5 foot 10 inches tall, and immensely thick. Her gigantic 
granite shoulders were 4 foot 6 inches broad. A massive neck supported her 
close cropped head. Her back was caked with muscle. Her abs were great 
ridges of steel. Her torso and ribcage was like an oversized statue, with 
bowling ball breasts which easily resisted the effects of gravity, which 
seemed puny against the power which she radiated. Her thighs were 40 inches 
of thick cable, and her calves 26 inches. But all this paled almost into 
insignificance beside her unflexed 36 inch biceps, and her 12 inch forearms 
topped by big fists, which hung easily from her mighty shoulders. Her whole 
body looked to be rock-hard and as flexible as steel. She wore nothing but a 
training bra and skin tight lycra jeans, which exposed the aura of raw power 
which beamed out of her, and which went well with the aura of absolute 
authority which emanated from her scowling face.

She spoke with total confidence to a thin man in the white coat of a 
laboratory worker who stood by her, holding a clipboard.

"Here's the demonstration Doc!" she rasped. "You already know that I am 
lightning fast, and that my fighting skills far exeed those of any black 
belt martial artist in the world. Now we come to the demonstration of 
endurance. You do the calculations!"

"Sure Beast", said the man called Doc. He would have dared to disobey the 
mountain of power before whom he stood.

The woman called Beast remained still while Doc pressed a switch. The 
machine under which she stood began to hum. Suddenly it started to pound her 
with huge metal fists. Shattering blows smashed into her from all sides, to 
her jaw, her face, her stomach, her torso, her breasts, her back and her 
thighs. The massive woman stood unmoved, without flinching or reacting in 
any way, and giving no sign that the blows had even registered. After thirty 
minutes of this treatment Doc pressed the switch again, and the machine 
stopped. Doc stood with his mouth open in wonder.

"Well Doc" Beast boomed.

"Incredible, Beast!" he said. "The machine was set at full power. Each of 
those blows was ten times the power needed to stop a charging rhinoceros, 
and they didn't even bruise you. You hardly felt any one of them."

Beast smiled grimly "Correction Doc. I didn't feel them at all."

Doc scribbled a few figures on to the clipboard, did some calculations, and 
said "On that basis I calculate that a blow would have to be thirty times 
the power needed to stop a charging rhinoceros before it would even begin to 
hurt you. How powerful it would have to be before it disabled you is right 
off the scale."

Beast glared. "Don't sound so surprised Doc" she rasped. "Think of the power 
it would take to hurt these." She flexed, first her abs, then her back 
muscles, and finally her biceps. Her whole body swelled massively. Doc 
reached out his hand and touched her, feeling how muscles which had felt 
flexible as steel when relaxed, were now harded than granite, or re-inforced 
concrete.

"Unbelievable!" he murmered. "Power of that kind is almost inconceivable".

"You'd better believe it Doc", her deep voice growled, "because now we come 
to the demonstration of my power."

Beast stepped towards the huge machine. Her biceps swelled even more. Her 
left fist smashed into the side of the steel structure. The blow shattered 
the whole machine into fragments. Beast stepped back.

"Calculations Doc" she ordered. "And remember, I'm RIGHT handed".

Doc's eyes opened wide. "That machine was constructed to withstand blows 10 
times more powerful than the force needed to stop a charging rhinoceros. You 
smashed it to pieces with one blow. Your strength is right off the scale 
too. You could generate more than three times that force; thats more than 
thirty times the power needed to stop a charging rhinoceros."

"Right Doc. But what's it all about? You didn't come to view me simply 
because you want to stop charging rhinoceri. Who or what do you want me to 
destroy?"

"Here's the proposition Beast", said Doc. "The men I represent want you to 
go after Superman. You will defeat him. You will capture him. You will make 
him your prisoner. Finally, you will render him helpless to escape from 
you."

Beast stretched her huge arms and legs, and flexed them one by one. "The Man 
of Steel eh" she growled. "Sounds like fun. But can't he hit a lot harder 
than thirty charging rhinoceri, and can't he take a lot more than that as 
well."

"You won't have to worry about how hard he can hit. Superman has a rule 
against killing. He will have no knowledge of your incredible endurance - 
your '30 rhinoceros' endurance if you want to call it that. He will not hit 
you any harder than is needed to knock out one, or perhaps two ordinarily 
strong human beings; and blows of that kind you won't even feel."

"Alright. He won't hurt me. What next?"

"He will also have no knowledge of your incredible strength, or of the 
unbelievable power of your muscles. Your first blow will catch him unawares, 
and will almost certainly knock him down. After that...". He leaned forward 
and whispered into her ear. A grim smile of anticipation spread slowly over 
Beast's face. All of her huge muscles rippled.

"Why do we want to do all this?" she asked.

"Simple" Doc said. "With Superman as your prisoner, you can name, to every 
crime syndicate in the world, your price for keeping him in your clutches. 
They'll jump at it. We'll all be rich."

"Right!" she said. "I'm going to enjoy this. Get me to Superman, and then 
sit back and enjoy the show. The Man of Steel is MINE!!!!"