Beast (2)
by Brenda Brutowski, musclewoman@hotmail.co.uk


Superman strode into the underground vault of the Metropolis and Suburban 
Bank. His super hearing had detected intruders, and although the lead and 
steel lined walls of the vault had blocked his x-ray vision, his whole 
bearing radiated confidence. He had no doubt that his superpowers were more 
than a match for anything the intruders could throw at him. He was, after 
all, the Man of Steel, the Man of Tomorrow, SUPERMAN!

Beast and Doc stood in the semi-darkness. Beast wore her usual skimpy 
training bra and her skin tight lycra jeans. She stood with her legs apart, 
as solid as a giant redwood; her big fists on her mighty hips, her 
heavily-muscled arms and shoulders fully on display, power beaming from her 
huge muscles with an almost palpable force. For a split second the sight 
stopped Superman in his tracks. Then he recovered himself. "Come on folks" 
he said. "Party's over."

Beast glared at him, as if deciding which piece to break first. "Wrong 
Supersap" she rasped in a deep voice. "Its just begun." She gave a slight, 
grim smile. "This won't hurt much Superman" she growled. "Won't hurt ME that 
is".

Superman sighed. Would the criminals of Metropolis never learn? He moved 
towards Beast and struck her on the jaw. A little Kryptonian love tap. Just 
hard enough to knock out an unusually powerful human female.

Beast's grim smile widened slightly.

Superman was nonplussed. He struck again, this time hard enough to knock out 
an unusually powerful human male. The blow smacked against her stomach.

Beast moved one hand from her hip, and placed it over her mouth as if to 
conceal a yawn. "Frankly Man of Steel" she said "You bore me."

Superman struck again, this time just hard enough to kill an unusually 
powerful human. The blow ploughed into her solar plexus.

This time Beast appeared unaware that the blow had even been struck.

Then, slowly, she raised her arms, and flexed her muscles. Her whole body 
swelled into a bulging, pulsating mass of rock hard muscle. For the second 
time Superman was stopped in his tracks. For a split second he stood 
paralysed.

Beast, however, moved!! Her biceps swelled even more, and her huge fist 
crashed down into Superman's temple like a thunderbolt.

Glaringly bright fireworks exploded in Superman's head. As they subsided he 
felt a hard pressure against the side of his face. Shaking his head to clear 
it, he found that he was lying on the ground at Beast's feet, and that the 
floor of the vault was pressing against his cheek. Beast had knocked him 
down with one punch. Astounded, he leaped upwards.

Beast had anticipated this move. As Superman rose from the floor she smashed 
her fist downwards, into his face. Beast's shattering blow, enhanced by the 
power of Superman's upward leap, slammed Superman back to the floor. He lay 
stunned, scrabbling at the floor in an effort to rise.

Beast stood over him, her legs apart, her fists on her hips, scowling 
contemptuously at his efforts to push himself up again. He stared dazedly up 
at her, conscious of nothing but the mega-massive bulk of the mega-muscular 
physique which loomed over him. After what seemed like an age, he felt able 
to stand. He pushed himself up on to his feet.

Beast raised her fists above her head. As he rose she slammed them down. 
Huge fist, powered by massive biceps, slammed down on each of Superman's 
shoulders, battering him to his knees. He knelt before Beast, struggling to 
recover. Beast smiled scornfully at him, and let loose with an atomic right 
hand blow, flush on the jaw, lifting him off his knees, and along the floor 
of the vault.

Beast was on him in a mini-second. She grabbed him by the scruff of the 
neck. "You'll get up when I say you can get up" she growled. "And right now 
I DON'T say. Get it! Get it! Get it!", punctuating each "Get it" by smashing 
his head into the floor, leaving deep dents in the steel and lead cladding. 
Then she took hold of his body. "NOW I say you can get up," she cried. 
"RIGHT up". With that she hoisted him high above her head, handling his 
Kryptonian dense body as easily as if it was a plate of scrambled eggs. She 
stood there for a moment, her huge muscles pulsating with power, holding 
Superman's drooping body high in the air, the embodiment of absolute 
triumph. "But then again" she boomed "Perhaps you'd better go back  DOWN" 
and her muscles crashed him to the floor again, with a force which shook the 
building.

Superman lay on the floor, groaning. Could this be happening? He had to 
fight back. But everything seemed to be happening so far away, and his arms 
and legs seemed so cumbersome. Slowly he gathered himself, pushed himself to 
his feet, and lumbered forward towards Beast.

Beast had anticipated this move too. As Superman moved forward she shot out 
her thick left arm, grabbed his S-logo, and tugged him hard towards her, 
quadrupling his forward movement. At the same time her right fist crashed 
into the middle of his face like a piledriver. Superman hurtled through the 
air. His head impacted against the side of the vault, leaving a deep dent in 
the steel and lead cladding. Then he slid slowly down the wall, his hand 
nursing a broken nose.

Superman looked upward vaguely. His unfocussed eyes saw a blurred vision of 
Beast standing over him, looking solid as a giant oak, and powerful as an 
intergalactic bulldozer. As his vision slowly cleared, Beast yanked him to 
his feet and stood before him, her hands once again on her huge hips. "Wanna 
try hitting me again Superclown?" she taunted."Now's your chance."

Superman wanted a great deal. He wanted to use his heat vision.. but Beast's 
punches had puffed up his eyes. He wanted to fly away.. but he was too 
groggy to get airborne. He had no alternative but to try to knock her out. 
If only he could put her down.. he could escape, revive, hide in the 
Fortress of Solitude until he had completely recovered. No holding back this 
time. He staggered forward, pulled back his arm, and hit Beast in the jaw 
and in the stomach, with every last iota of power he could muster.

Beast's face didn't move, and her steely abs didn't even dent. She gave a 
grim laugh. "I've really knocked the shit out of you, haven't I, Man of 
Mush," she boomed.

Beast went on a rampage. Her big fists slammed again and again into 
Superman; into his face, his jaw, his chest and his ribs.

After ten minutes Superman looked a mess, both eyes black, nose and jaw 
broken, blood seeping from the side of his mouth, cracked rib. He stood 
swaying dazedly, almost out on his feet. Beast stood before him, surveying 
him clinically. Then she wound back her left fist. "Good night Superhero" 
she boomed. And her fist slammed into his solar plexus, so deep that he felt 
that it was going to hit his spine.

Superman turned purple. A choking sound came out of his mouth. He dry 
retched. He doubled sharply over. As his face jerked forwards, Beast crashed 
a right uppercut into his jaw, which, enhanced by his sharp forward 
movement, felt like a nuclear explosion. The punch straightened Superman up. 
He was blasted five feet into the air, and he hit the floor with an impact 
which shook the building again. He lay still, his eyes closed, groaning 
softly.

Beast hauled him to his feet once more. "Next stage Superweakling" she 
growled. She whipped his body round, so that his back was towards her. Her 
right arm went round his throat. She squeezed, flexing her bicep into his 
neck as she did so. Superman's face turned an even deeper purple. His tongue 
started to loll from the side of his mouth. He tried desperately to pull her 
arm away from his throat, but the hugely muscled arm was far too strong for 
him to move.

Memories of the beating he had taken from Beast, and his feelings of total 
helplessness before her massive muscles, and the realisation that he was now 
her prisoner flooded his mind. and overcame his senses. He felt himself 
being turned on by the certain knowledge that he was under her total 
control, and that she could do anything with him that she wanted. Despite 
himself he could feel his tool starting to stiffen at the thought.

Beast saw the Man of Steel's reaction to her domination. She lowered her 
mouth to his ear, and chuckled softly. "Looks like you don't mind having 
these muscles beat the crap out of you Supersap" she whispered. She stroked 
his cock sensually. Superman's tool shot up in his tights. "In fact" she 
chuckled, "it looks like you really like it."

Beast laid the Man of Steel on the floor, and stood astride him, fists on 
her hips once again. He gazed blankly up at the massive thighs and huge 
boobs which filled his whole field of vision. He was determined to resist 
any attempt by Beast to dominate him sexually, the way she now dominated him 
physically. Beast could see his desperate internal struggle. She laughed. 
She squatted down and opened the front of Superman's tights. His tool shot 
out, and stood huge, and erect as a flagpole. Beast laughed again at the 
sight. She undid the front of her lycra jeans. Then slowly, very slowly, she 
squatted down further over the defeated Man of Steel, and took his straining 
cock deep, deep inside her.

Superman struggled to retain control of himself. He tried desperately not to 
cum. He thought of Lois, Perry White, baseball averages, vegetarian diets; 
anything to take his mind off the tidal wave of sexual feelings that Beast 
seemed able to arouse in him at will.

Beast saw his mental struggles intensify. Her grim laugh boomed out again.  
Then she raised her biceps, and flexed. Superman's eyes glazed over at the 
sight. His resolution weakened. Then Beast breathed in deeply, expanded her 
chest, and tensed her whole body. Her internal muscles squeezed and massaged 
Superman's cock, up and down, harder and softer, with a power and a sensual 
skill he had never imagined.

Superman's resistance collapsed like a house of cards. His eyes glazed over 
even more. His mouth hung open. He gasped and panted. Beast intensified her 
sexual engagement. She squeezed harder, and massaged even more powerfully 
and erotically. Superman jerked as if he had been galvanised. His eyes 
almost started out of his head as Beast's muscles brought him to the point 
of erection. He held him there, totally at her will, while he begged and 
pleaded for release. Then she gave him the full treatment. Superman 
screamed. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He erupted into a massive, 
volcanic orgasm. He thrashed and jerked convulsively. He screamed so loudly 
that Beast had to place a hand over his mouth.

An hour and a half later the Man of Steel slowly subsided. He lay limp and 
spent on the ground. Beast grinned. "Lets do it again Superstud" she rasped. 
She flexed her muscles again. Within seconds Superman's erection had 
reappeared. Beast held him helpless while she took him over the cum-line 
again. Superman came over and over again, way past the point that even his 
Kryptonian body could bear. His thrashings became weaker and weaker. His 
screams subsided into pathetic whimpers. Then he could hardly even bleat. 
And then, with a sigh, he passed out into oblivion.

Beast rose to her feet. "Don't worry Doc" she said. "His Super Healing Power 
will fix him up within a few months. For the next two weeks, though, the Man 
of Steel will be out, unconscious, dead to the world. In other words, he's 
fucked."

"Congratulations Beast" said Doc. Superman has been defeated and captured. 
Now you have to break him to your will. Can you do that?"

Beast lifted Superman's comatose body off the floor. She slung him over her 
broad shoulder. Superman's arms head and legs drooped bonelessly downwards. 
"Yeah Doc" she said. "No problem. If I say it myself. WHEN THE BEAST FUCKS 
THEM, THEY STAY FUCKED".