Coping with Power Chapter 8
By demented20
Moira's strength grows to terrible heights. Ian gets in trouble, and Lisa plans the rescue.



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Lisa had a good idea where her friend Ian was being held and who
was holding him.  It fit perfectly with what she had learned
from her first and only visit to one of the commune shows.  Lisa
had several options.  None of them were perfect, but she spent a
day trying to work out what was the safest for Ian.  She could
call the police and let them raid the place, but they could hide
Ian in a dark hole covered by some 5 ton machine.  The police
wouldn't know that they could move something that big without a
crane.  Ian could be down there while they investigated and they
would never find him.  Another option was to go in herself and
get Ian out.  That was risky.  Lisa was more than confident in
her own abilities, but could she go up against a whole group of
souped up humans.  Head on, probably not she concluded.  She
didn't know the limits of her strength, but while risking the
life of her best friend was not the time to find out.  Lisa fell
asleep still pondering what to do.



Moira took her now daily dose of the new chemical she and Ian
were making up.  Ian didn't like to watch and made sure he was
doing something else when she drank the thick orange liquid. 
This day was no different.  She hurried down the stairs and to
the workout area.  There was an unusual bounce in her step.

Edgar, James, and two other men watched the bounce in her step
too as she went down the stairs.  Usually Moira's work
laboratory was off limits.  She was a little too confident in
that fact.  Edgar's group walked up to the door and opened it as
soon as they knew Moira was out of earshot.

"Who are you?", Ian asked as he saw three men and one woman walk
into the room.

"I should ask you the same question", the largest of the men
asked.

Ian hesitated for a moment.  Moira had kept him secluded in one
part of the warehouse.  The part that he was free to roam in was
more than twice the size of his apartment so he wasn't getting
cabin fever too quickly, but he hadn't been close to any of the
other commune people since he'd been there.  He could look at
these four and tell that they meant him no good.  He decided to
play it as cool as he could manage.

"My name's Ian, and you are?"  Ian extended his hand.

The biggest of the men looked down at Ian's hand as if it was
holding a dead rat.  "What are you here for?"

"I'm just here for a little while.  Is there something I can do
for you gentlemen and lady?"

"What are you giving her?  Whatever it is start making some for
us.", the biggest one ordered.

Ian sighed.  "I don't know what you're talking about.  Miss
Kelly and I are colleagues and we've been working on some
theories, but I don't make anything for her."

"I think you need some convincing."  Edgar motioned for his
goons.  Two started walking towards him.

"Don't come any closer, I don't want to hurt anyone!", Ian
yelled as he backed away.

That incited laugher.  "Who are you going to hurt?  The only
thing you could do is make me break a nail!", the woman in the
group yelled back.  They still came close.

Ian reached his hand around to his back pocket.  After the night
before he thought it better to be ready for anything. 
Eventhough he was fairly sure that Moira wouldn't do anything to
hurt him on purpose, he wasn't sure what the affects of those
chemicals were.  Now these four thought that they were going to
hurt him.  He didn't think so.

"I'm warning you!"

"Warning us?  Take him!" Edgar ordered.

The man and woman both lunged for Ian at the same time.  Ian
pulled his hand out of his back pocket in one smooth motion. 
His right hand made an arc as it came towards the man's left
arm.  It was the closer one.  They couldn't see his hand just a
glint of something in it.  The scalpel met the man's flesh
between the elbow and wrist.  It bit into the flesh and nearly
made it down to the bone before Ian shifted his weight and on an
upstroke slashed neatly at the woman.  He missed his first
target just below her shoulder, but struck just below the elbow
making a clean cut that hit an artery.  He was a doctor and knew
what he was aiming at.  He was also pretty good with a knife. 
He'd carried a knife growing up and while he was in college. 
These people made him do it.  The man was back on him now, but
Ian spun and sliced again catching him in the stomach.  This cut
wasn't deep, but it was long.  Ian spun again and went to the
other side of the lab.

"I told you!", Ian yelled as his hands trembled.  "Call them
off.  I'm not messing around.  I don't want to hurt anybody."

Edgar growled and picked up one of the metal stools that were in
various places around the lab.  Ian ducked as the stool flew
over head.  The metal stool broke into pieces against the old
brick walls of the warehouse.  Edgar yelled, but didn't come at
Ian.  James did though, and now the other two were after him
again.  Ian held the scalpel out in front of him.  He tried to
keep his balance even.  He waited for them to get closer. Then
struck to his left.  His slice was so fast that the man didn't
have time to flinch.  Ian sliced the palm of his right hand
until the blade struck the knuckle of his thumb.  The man fell
back.  Ian jumped over the table and ran directly at Edgar. 
Edgar had in his younger days been a very good college defensive
end.  He knew that Ian was going to slash and used his old
football skills to sidestep his swipe and catch the much smaller
man by the shoulders.  Ian brought his hand up to slice, but
Edgar was ready and caught his hand.  One quick squeeze from his
powerful hand made Ian drop his weapon.

"I've seen enough of that", he said as he held the struggling
doctor in place.  He spun Ian around so that they could look
each other in the eye.  Ian wasted no time.  He brought his head
down towards Edgar's with all the force he could muster.  Ian's
forehead struck Egdar in the mouth loosening three teeth and
putting a gash on his chin.  Ian had a gash on his own head, but
it worked.  Edgar's grip slacked just enough for him to slip
free and make it out the door.  Edgar's goons turned over tables
and chairs trying to get at Ian.  Ian was running down the hall
as fast as his feet could carry him.  He didn't know where he
was going, but anywhere was better than where he had been.  He
knew he had two options.  He could find a door to the outside
and be gone.  That was chancy.  The warehouse was huge and he
didn't even know where the outside wall was.  His best bet was
to find Moira.  He hadn't run and hid behind a woman's skirts in
a long time, but that was his plan now.

He didn't make it.  Edgar picked up a loose brick and threw it
at Ian.  It hit him in the back of the leg.  He fell and in
moments Edgar and his people were on him.  They roughed him up
quite a bit before getting a hold of their emotions.  They
didn't want to kill him.  He could make the same stuff that
Moira was taking.  They wanted some too.  Besides, they could
use this guy as leverage against her when she came.  They knew
she would.



Moira had a good workout.  She only tried to push her strength
once and came up with power to spare.  She figured somethings
out while she was down there.  It seemed that she didn't have to
take a jolt of the juice before attempting something  hard.  Now
the strength just seemed to be there.  She hurried up the stairs
to tell Ian.  She was sure that they would have several hours of
discussion on that and then they would of course start talking
about other things.  Moira came to the landing and noticed at
once that the door to her lab was open.  She didn't think too
much of it.  It got hot in there sometimes.  She hurried to the
door and stopped.  Tables were turned over.  All her equipment
was spilled and on the floor.  Moira's mouth hung open as she
slowly stepped into the room.  She could smell the nauseating
smell of all those chemicals mixing together on the floor, but
it was something else on the floor that made her stop again. 
Moira stepped around a large puddle of blood on the floor near
where Ian would sit while he was working.  Moira felt her face
flush and the rush of misery that came over her was more than
she could stand.  She leaned against the counter and sank to her
knees next to the blood.  It was pretty fresh.  Moira had been
on the path to total strength for 12 years, but now she felt so
weak that she couldn't hold her head up.  Ian had not been the
only man in her life in the last 12 years, but he was different.
 He wasn't one of the people from the commune.  He was normal
and yet not normal at the same time.  Moira wasn't sure of what
emotions she was having, but they were there.

After several moments Moira pulled herself up off the floor and
staggered towards the door.  She felt faint and her head swam. 
She made it half way down the hall outside her laboratory and
saw the pieces of a brick and knew somehow that the brick was
related to Ian's disappearance.  Moira bent down to get a closer
look and almost fell over.  She wasn't sure what was going on. 
Her heart was racing.  She was commanding herself to settle
down, but there was no chance.  Her heart seemed to race all on
its own.  She wondered if she were having a heart attack.  Moira
felt her left leg give out.  She tried to catch herself, but she
fell to the ground.  The situation with Ian relegated to the
back of her mind, Moira's excellent mind attempted to understand
what was going on inside her body.  Her mind had little time to
work before Moira heard footfalls near her.  She turned her head
slowly and saw two of Ed's flunkies walking towards her.  Both
laughed and pointed.  They talked for a minute or two then bent
down and lifted the nearly 350 pound Moira up and carried her
down to Edgar who was busy trying to see what Ian knew.



"So you were just visiting?"

"Yeah, that's it.", Ian answered calmly

"Bullshit and you know it!", Edgar raised his voice.

"Yeah, maybe I do know it, but that's my story and I'm sticking
to it.", Ian looked up at him with an amused grin.

Edgar, usually not one to anger, spun and with controlled anger
back-handed Ian across the jaw.  The shock and pain knocked Ian
off the chair.  Two guys put him back on the chair.  Ian moaned.

"You like that smart ass.  I've been trying to take it easy on
you, but you cut two of my friends pretty deep.  I stopped them
from beating you to death.  You should at least give me a little
information."

Ian shook his head to try to clear it up.  "I don't remember
asking you or your people to open the fucking door and walk in
on me.  I don't owe you a damn thing.  You can either continue
to beat the shit out of me or let me go.  I was here with Moira
and not you.  I might be a dumb dog, but I'm a loyal one."

Edgar was about to say something when the door opened.  "Hey, Ed
come here.  Its important."  Without a word, Edgar turned and
left the room.  He smiled when he saw who they had brought.  He
had something special in mind for her.  "Take her to the deck."

The deck used to be a fabrication area in the old warehouse.  It
was raised up off the ground level about ten feet.  There was a
lot of equipment in that area, but most people avoided using it.
 The deck as it was a called doubled as the punishment area for
the commune.  People who broke the simple rules in place were
punished at the deck.  One of the punishments was for a person
to have their feet and ankles placed in concrete.  They were
supposed to stay there for a certain time before they were
released.  Edgar had come up with this particular mechanism.  He
had actually come up with most of the different tortures.

Moira's head was starting to clear, but just enough for her to
perceive what was around her.  Moira opened her eyes and saw
Edgar bending down and looking at her.  "Hello", he said in a
mocking tone.  Moira just stared.  She was in no condition to do
much talking right now.

Moira tried to move her arm to scratch her head, but her arms
couldn't move.  She looked down.  Her arms were bound with 2
inch thick steel rebar that was clasped in the back.  The clasps
were actually rate for more strength than the rebar.  Moira
sighed then looked down to saw that she was immersed in concrete
all the way to her waist.  Once she saw, she could feel the
construction grade concrete curing and pressing against her
lower body.  It was already nearly dry.  She must have been in
there for a while.

"You brought an outsider into the group.  That is a big no no.",
Edgar stood up straight.  "We were trying to decide what to do
with you, but we're not sure yet.  We know that you were trying
to get stronger behind our collective backs.  That too is a big
no no.  We are in this together.  I thought you of all people
knew that, Moira."

"Don't lecture me!", Moira yelled.  "You had no right.  You
don't know what I was going to do."

"Oh, but I do.  You wanted to keep that guy a secret.  Well we
found him."

"You leave him alone!"  Moira's voice was stronger now.  Her
head felt almost normal, but her body still felt a little out of
whack.  Moira knew her body well after so many years of studying
herself.  She felt warm like something warm was flowing through
her veins.

"Moira, Moira, Moira.  You are going to have to learn.  Let's
leave her here for a while and let her think about what she's
done."  Edgar turned and started down the steps.  "Oh, and I
guess we'll get the information from her friend.  There are
other women here.  Maybe they'll want to get a little outside
sex too."

If stares could kill, then Edgar would have been a dead s.o.b.,
but they could not and he started down the stairs again. 
Moira's anger grew again and the warmth inside her turned into
an inferno and then she knew.

"Ed! Wait!  You might not want to miss this!", she yelled.

Edgar and his group stopped and turned around in time to see
Moira take a deep breath and then screw her eyes shut.  They all
collectively laughed, but they did stay and watch.

Moira squeezed her eyes as tightly as they could would go and
she avoided biting down on her teeth for fear of breaking them
off.  She knew what she was going to do and there was no doubt
in her mind that she could do it.  Moira started for flex every
muscle in her legs.

 Edgar and his crew watched as she looked as if she were trying
to lift the heaviest object in the world and would not stop
until she did.  They looked and saw that her upper body did not
look to be straining at all.  Whatever she was doing didn't
involve that part of her body, but they knew that something was
up when beads of sweat formed on her forehead.  Soon they turned
into droplets that rolled down her face onto her neck and mixed
with the sweat forming on her shoulders and pecs.  They stared
for what was going on two minutes and Moira had not changed she
was still concentrating as hard as she had been when she started
if not harder.

Moira could feel that it was working.  Power flowed into her
from some place that her mind or body had never been.  It came
into her like a some sort of faucet had been opened and all the
power of the world was flowing into her.  It was a feeling so
overwhelming that it made her have no other feelings.  She
reveled in the power and lust.  Now she lusted for more power.

Edgar watched as a smile appeared on her face.  She was looking
down now, but he could see the corners of her mouth upturned. 
He wondered if she'd gone crazy.  She'd never been that stable
to start out with.  The other people standing near him all had
similar thoughts.  They were prepared to leave, but only stayed
because he stayed.  Edgar was impressed with her stamina, but
was tiring of the show.  He had seen her try to do things her
body could not do before.  He turned to leave then he felt the
ground vibrate, just a little.  He turned back, thinking it had
been something else, but it happened again.

Now they could feel a steady vibration coming from the Moira's
direction.  Sweat poured down her body soaking the coarse
concrete and her bra.  Her head shook from the obvious strain of
whatever she was doing.  She would have told them, but she was
beyond speaking.  She wouldn't have heard them if they had
yelled at her.  Her mind was in another place now.

Moira could feel the concrete pressing in against her expanding
muscles, but she was stronger than the strongest concrete.  She
knew that now.  With every passing moment, she felt her power
grow.  More and more power surged to her legs and her quads and
calves and hams grew bigger and bigger expanding against the
resisting cement.

Edgar and his people stared opened mouthed now as the vibrations
continued.  They knew what was going on now.  The only question
was whether she would succeed or not.  It would not take long
for them to get their answer.

Moira poured more of her new power into her legs.  Her power and
fury grew to the point where her leg muscles could no longer
take the power as fast as she wanted to give it and it needed a
release.  Moira began to pant like an angry beast.  Quickly her
pants turned into howls as more and more power surged through
her.  Then there was a louder sound.  The concrete began to
crack.  Cracks ran outward from Moira in all directions as her
whole body shook.  She growled and howled for another whole
minute while the concrete crumbled around her.  The ground shook
with her power.  Edgar now realized that it was too late to
leave.  He had to see this through.  Then finally it stopped.

Moira's head slumped downward.  Sweat and saliva mixed as her
head hung towards the ruined concrete below her waist.  Slowly
her smile came back and her eyes opened.  The light hurt after
having had her eyes shut for so long.  Then she raised her head.
 She looked the same as she always did, except for that grin. 
It chilled Edgar too his core.  He realized it even his flunkies
did not.

"What the hell?", one of them asked.

"You wanna know what I did to the concrete?", Moira asked almost
sweetly.  The four men in front of her did nothing, but stare. 
"I'll take that as a yes."

She closed her eyes again and this time she flexed her upper
body.  She took a deep breath and her pecs began to swell as if
air were being pumped into them, but instead it was fire hot
iron hard muscle.  Her shoulders were already melon sized caps
of muscle, sinew, and veins, but now they grew larger and
thicker, to ridiculous proportions.  Her hard abs defined
themselves into cubes of muscle nearly an inch deep as she
continued her flex.  After only half a minute the muscle had
filled all the space left between her body and the one inch
rebar that bound her.  After another thirty seconds the muscles
in her arms and her pecs were spilling over the rebar.  The
metal was resisting, but the muscle was too hard.  The groaning
of the metal testified to that.  Steel that was used to support
the largest of structures was succumbing to Moira's muscles.

Finally the steel was stretched enough for her to be able to
slip it over her head, but she decided that that wouldn't be
enough fun.  She took another deep breath, expanding her
glorious chest even more.  Her sports bra could barely stay on
now and it was fraying at ends.  With a burst of strength none
of them had ever seen, she flexed her mighty body to the point
that the steel tore and fell away from her body to the ground. 
Moira reached down and slowly pulled herself from the ruined
concrete to stand level with the floor, making a cloud of cement
dust in the process.  She slapped the dust off her legs and butt
before looking up.

The four men standing near the steps did not know what to do as
Moira started walking towards them.  Her face still looked like
Moira, but her body looked half again as large as it had been
when they put her in the hole.  Biceps that had once been 27
inches flexed now looked like 35 inches unflexed, and her legs. 
She was now barefoot as the shoes she had worn before could not
take the strain being put on them by her body.  Her thighs had
always been hugely muscled, but now her quads had more muscle
than most power-lifter's entire bodies.  The heads of the quad
muscles stood out almost a foot above her knee and where they
joined her hips looked to be a mass of cables connected to an
extremely powerful machine.  But Moira was more powerful than a
mere machine now.

She got to within several feet of the group then stopped and
smiled an evil maniacal smile then brought her arms up.  She
thrust her left leg forward and slowly brought her arms down
into a crab.  Her swelling muscles seemed to fight against one
another for space in her ever expanding torso.  The men watched
as her pecs at first pushed against one another then separated
and began to push out away from her body making the deepest
cleavage on the planet.  When her hands came together the men
guessed that she was finished, but she snarled and the muscles
kept growing without her moving at all.  Muscles seemed to want
to fill any space.  Her pecs continued to grow out from her body
with hard writhing muscles.

The men watching her were sweating now, from fear.  They watched
as she finished her display and began towards them.  In that
instant three of the four knew what to do.  They turned and ran.
 Only Edgar stayed.  He stared in horror as Moira approached,
but his pride would not let him run from her.  Instead he took a
step towards her.  He balled up his massive fist preparing for a
fight, but instead she raised her hands palms out.  Edgar
instantly knew what she wanted.  He put his hands up.

They laced their fingers carefully and then the struggle was on.
 Edgar was taller and had leverage instantly and he started
pushing with his own massive muscles.  All the while, Moira
seemed to be working on bettering in her grip.  Then with one
move, Moira pushed Edgar's hands back.  She turned his wrist
without even straining.  In just ten seconds, Edgar's legs were
bent as he tried to keep his arms straight.

Moira's perfect blue eyes burned down at him as she increased
her power enough to push down the huge man inch by agonizing
inch.  The muscles on her shoulders had split into three
independent heads of muscle who had further divided into
individual bunches of muscle that flexed little by little
pushing Edgar towards the floor.  Edgar looked down at his own
body and saw that it was trying.  His legs were flexed bigger
than they ever had before and where doing all they could to keep
him from falling to the floor.

Moira's stare looked like enough to melt iron, but it was her
muscles that did the work.  She enjoyed the look of fear in Ed's
eyes as he looked up at her.  She enjoyed the hopelessness he
felt against her power and the strength in her muscles.  She
looked down at her own body.  She felt lust again.  Lust for
more power.  Lust for more of her own muscles.  To her now,
there was nothing greater in the world.

Her back had always been strong since the days before she
started lifting weights.  Her lats flared with muscle from the
power she was exerting on Ed.  Now she concentrated on them and
without moving her arms, her lats began to grow thicker and
wider.  They looked like thick vein covered wings growing out
from her.  Fingers of thick muscle connected the swelling lats
to her body.  Edgar looked up in disbelief.  There could be
nobody this strong.  He had always been the strongest if not the
biggest, but he was being shamed.

He searched within himself and found that there was more.  He
bided his time and gathered his strength for a counterattack
against this muscle beast who threatened to crush him.  He
closed his eyes and readied himself.  Then at the right moment
his legs, arms, and back burst will all the power in his body. 
Enough power to throw a loaded armored car to the roof of a five
story building, or enough power to tear off the side of a
building.  Enough power to launch his own  body through the
floor of a parking garage.  He released all that power into
Moira's arms and shoulders.  She barely moved.  Her lats
thickened and hardened and her delts separated with inch deep
striations.  All of Edgar power was absorbed by just her upper
body.  She had known it was coming, but didn't prepare for it. 
She knew that his muscles were nothing to hers.  She increased
the power now.  He knew the truth and she was tired of toying
with him.  She started to press the beaten man down faster now.

Ed screamed as his knee slammed to the concrete.  He still
pressed up with all he had, but his arms were starting to bend. 
His triceps were as large and hard as ever, but they could not
take the pressure.  His hands had been pressed all the way to
his shoulders.  Moira was now leaning over him with her arms
pressing him to the ground.  He looked at her left forearm.  The
thick cable muscles moving and contracting were defeating him. 
He turned his head over and in desperation bit down hard on her
forearm.

Moira was surprised by this and even more surprised by what
happened.  His teeth pierced her skin and blood came out, but
when his teeth hit the muscle they stopped.  Her muscles were so
hard that he couldn't even bite into them.  She laughed the
laugh of a woman mad with power as she saw that he couldn't even
bite her muscles.  She frowned and started flexing her forearms
increasing her already powerful grip.  Blood dripped from
Edgar's crushing fingers.  Her forearm muscles got even harder
and bigger.  Instead of Edgar's teeth pressing into the muscles
barely making an impression, the muscles started forcing his
mouth open.  Edgar finally removed his mouth rather than risk
breaking his jaw on her arm.

She pressed him to the floor now.  Exhausted, Edgar could barely
move.  With one more squeeze from her hands, the pain sent him
over the edge and he passed out.  Moira did not even gloat.  He
was no longer worthy of her.  She gripped him by his neck and
dragged him over to another one of his inventions.  A notch
seven feet long, three or so feet deep, and three and a half
feet wide had been carved into the concrete of the deck.  Moira
put Edgar in the notch face up.  Stacked to the rear of the
notch were steel construction spanners.  These were the flat
steel plates that covered holes in the road.  These particular
plates were the heaviest made.  They were used by mining
companies to span holes and allow their heavy trucks to pass. 
These spanners were eight feet long and four feet wide and four
inches thick.  Usually cranes would move the one ton plates into
place.  Here at the commune several people were used to position
the plates, but Moira moved them herself.  She took the top one
off the stack and carefully put it over the notch.  The end of
the spanner was just below Edgar's throat.  She went back to the
stack and took another one.  Each spanner had a bar on the
bottom and a broad curved section on the top in order to lock
spanners together.  Moira did this as she stacked he second one.
 She bent down and bent the curved steel further so that she
could still get the bar into the hook, but it would be almost
impossible to get the hook out.

Moira repeated this fifteen more times until all seventeen
spanners they had were stacked over top of Edgar.  If not for
the size of the notch, the spanners would have crushed him.
Instead, now they trapped him.  Moira then went and took the
anchor chains that were normally used for another punishment and
put them over the stack.  She tied the ends to each other making
one continuous chain.  She then crushed the ends together so
that none of the others could pull them free.  Moira wasn't
afraid of Edgar getting himself out, but instead she wanted him
to stay down there until she changed her mind.  She didn't want
anyone else getting him loose.  One look at the five and a half
foot stack of steel weighing more than 34,000 pounds and the
anchor chains and knew that only she could get him out.

Moira ran her hands over her body and felt the power that seemed
to be pulsating from them.  She licked her own sweat off her
fingers and was aroused.  She needed sex, but she knew that no
man could handle her now.  No ten men could handle her now, so
she handled herself.  She ripped the remnants of her shorts off
her body and in full view of the brave people who peeked around
corners and from behind walls, ravaged herself as no one else
could.

Moira brought herself to climax several times before resting. 
She looked down at her body and at first thought to go get more
clothes, but the sight of her beautiful muscles made her reject
that thought.  She would put clothes on later, but for now she
wanted to be able to see every muscle movement.  Her quest for
Ian forgotten, Moira went straight for the workout area.  There
were things there that weighed enough for her to see just how
far she had come.  Moira's smile was always evil now.  It was
always dangerous now.  And now she smiled thinking of what her
muscles could and would do to the helpless steel on the other
side of the building.



to be continued...