Brandi Unbound Part Five
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Part Five: What Can Stop Her?


The freighter's engines erupted and smoke billowed from its many chimneys as
it began to make a hasty run from the port. "What's your hurry, I'm just
getting started," Brandi laughed as her red glow grew fainter, but her eyes
still burned wildly ...

Her gaze bore down on the slowly feeing freighter, its girth having difficulty
navigating the floating burning debris littering the bay. Her eyes erupted and
unleashed a destructive beam at the freighter, catching several barrels of oil
near deck causing a small explosion, "Fucking A, my eyes are stronger than
your guns!" She tried another blast, but the red glow around Brandi had
dissipated. "That's alright, I'll fuck you up, old school," Brandi growled as
she flexed her muscles and closed in on the crippled freighter.

Hands had gathered on deck and were putting out the minor blaze, but little
progress was being made in getting out into the open waters. It was a futile
effort, Brandi was there within minutes. The muscles in her thick, thick
thighs rubbed together as she powered her way to the slowly fleeing freighter.
She was a bronzed and terrifying muscle beastess, her midnight black Mohawk
was wild and long and her teeth glinted razor sharp from the wicked grin she
wore. Gunfire poked through the air at her as she came upon her latest prey.
At this point, small arms fire barely registered, the caliber of the bullets
was far too frail to make much of an impression. If not for the muzzle flashes
and the sound of their report, she wouldn't even be aware.

Brandi was gigantic and anything coming up against her would have to pause and
consider the consequences of riling up such a creature of immense destructive
capacity. Her body rippled with atomic power; she grew larger and more
powerful and more lustful for domination with every attack against her. The
freighter was big, nearly six-hundred feet long, almost twice Brandi's
considerable height if stood on end, but it lacked anything that could
remotely stop her and there were no signs of visible support. Let's face it;
Brandi was crushing any weapon thrown at her anyway. Not only did she wield
unbelievable physical power, she hungered to use it.

She sized up the helpless freighter, considering how she would pulverize it;
what means would bring the most pleasure. "Mmm, how delicious: a big toy for
Momma to break. You see how easily I snapped that bridge to pieces? How many
years did it take you little twats to build it? It took these babies a matter
of seconds to make it rubble," Brandi flexed her colossal guns for the sheer
erotic tingle their ungodly bulged peaks brought her. Her pussy curled open at
the thought of wrecking the ship, if it could devour and consume the
freighter, it would. "How long do you think your cum bucket will last up
against me? Your bad-ass lasers couldn't do shit. Neither could your fucking
air force or your limp dick army. What's left to stop me? How can you stop
something that can do this?" and Brandi slammed both of her colossal arms down
on the rear of the freighter. Metal crumpled, people screamed and the
freighter began to take on water, Brandi's fists struck again and again and
within moments, the freighter had no chance of escape, its rear: props and
rudders and all had been emasculated by Brandi's overwhelming power.

Brandi's pussy dripped with pleasure as she watched the crippled ship float
feebly before her. She stopped her assault on its rear and moved to its side,
enjoying the little ants scurrying about its deck. Pistol-fire continued to
brush her skin, if anything tickling her and bringing her crotch more
stimulation, the veins in her thighs pulsed with erotic thrill. "You truly are
mine to control, mine to crush." Brandi drove her right fist through the deck;
it smashed like it was made of legos. Then her left struck, ripping a second
large hole. "Just like a child's toy, so easy to smash into pieces. What
should I do next? Sink you? Hold you under water with my massive arms? Smash
you flat with my fists. I can. I'm that fucking strong! And you twats are
powerless to stop me! Damn, I make me so hot!"

Brandi pulled one of her thick breasts to her hungry lips, and twirled her
long tongue across the edge of her elongated nipple. It was so sensitive to
her own touch; so aroused by her own wild ferocity; that it's longing trickled
through her entire body and as Brandi's mouth engulfed it, her body convulsed
toward orgasm.

Brandi ripped a large smoke stack free, slid it into her swollen pussy. Its
lips closed around the shaft hungrily as she pushed it deeper inside. She slid
it in and out, faster and faster, aroused terrifically by the feeling of being
so dominant, so unstoppable. The orgasm came hard and it was overwhelming, the
suddenness caused a violent shudder in her and her muscles clenched, crushing
the makeshift dildo inside her. Cum rushed from her mixed with pieces of the
freighter. A very pleasing thought came to her through her moans, one that
instantly got her pussy going again and made her nipples like steel. The
thought was simply outstanding, "Oh, fuck yeah" she moaned, delighted with her
idea.

She bounced her ample chest and flexed her upper body, "Oh, you little bitches
are in for a show, cause Big Bad Momma Pump is in town and ain't nobody else
who can do this. Not that dumb useless cunt Sheila!" and the muscle beastess
crouched, lowering her arms into the water, the water level rose to meet her
chest as she drove her arms beneath the freighter and in one massive show of
power, strained and stiffened, then heaved the massive ship onto her shoulders
and in one further surge of raw muscle, pressed it over her warrior head.
"Look on the face of true power! See my dominance! You cower before me, you
ridiculous worms! Just try and stop me! I will crush all that stand in my
way!" and Brandi gloated as a volley of higher density shells hit her exposed
midsection. They packed a bit of a wallop surprisingly. The cavalry it seemed,
though slow, had finally arrived.

Tanks poured across the landscape, better armed than before with a bit more
size. They opened fire on her center. Though caught off-guard, Brandi was
pleased, "You see this? You think you can stop Big Bad Momma Pump with your
little guns and your tin toys, a beastess who can do this?" and Brandi
power-slammed the freighter into the sea. It stood on its end, having been
planted a hundred feet deep into the ground, half of it visible above the
waves; waves that rose colossally and hammered the shore line, flooding the
first line of armored vehicles and washing them out.

Brandi went at the ship like it was a punching bag, using her horrific fists
to batter the grounded ship mercilessly, an utter show of complete dominance
before the armored units that were supposed to be rescuing it. Her fists
punched holes in the ship, her blows were rapid and mighty, the sea-worn ship
defenseless and weak under her bullying aggression. The tanks continued to
fire and Brandi shrugged off the shells, continuing her display of naked
power, each blow reminding the puny men how utterly useless and impotent they
were. To finish off the mangled freighter, Brandi wrapped her mammoth arms
around its bulk, "Now watch these monster pythons as they squeeze this hunk of
scrap and crush it completely. That is, unless you limp-dicks think you can
stop them?" and Brandi flexed one mighty arm taunting the weaklings. She
pointed out her biceps' Herculean size. She laughed as she set to work. Their
shells continued their inconsequential shower. The ship groaned and squealed
as her arms pulled tighter and tighter, it's already weakened and twisted
metal offering no challenge. In a finishing move, Brandi tore the upper half
free, a chunk that was so demolished it bore little resemblance to anything
but crumpled tin.

Brandi raised it over her head like a warped medicine ball and hurled it at
the shore. It exploded amongst a mass of tanks, obliterating nearly a dozen.
She licked her lips; the tanks now had her full attention, not necessarily a
good thing for them. "Mmm, more playthings for Big Momma," she growled as she
wiped the bits of debris from her enormous oil-stained chest.

Brandi strutted toward the latest assault, a juggernaut of destruction, a
beast to be reckoned with. Shells bounced off her harmlessly, kept her
growing. As she reached the shore, she grabbed two of the water-logged tanks
and held them up, "Let me show you how it's gonna be." She let the shells
continue to burst against her as she inflated her chest for effect, "This is
what your peashooters do: absofuckinglutley nothing. This is what Big Bad
Momma Pump's double barrels do ... " and Brandi raised her arms in a double bi
pose, flexing to a good hard, veiny pump. She then set a tank in the join
between forearm and bicep of each arm and flexed again. The tanks crumpled
sickeningly in the absolute power of her titanic biceps. She let the wrecked
tanks drop like rubbish as she gloated and her eyes glowed red, "Game over,
you little twats."

The tanks raced about near and far dodging and firing, peppering her with
shots, hoping in a nearer fight they might have more effect. Their firepower
was better than before, but still sadly beneath the curve. Brandi stomped
towards them unaffected by their battery. The tanks darted and dodged, while
Brandi's humongous legs flattened everything in her path, of which there was
little. She had ravaged so much in her previous battles. The tanks did their
best but were too slow and Brandi was so Herculean in size and lusty for
destruction that there was little to do to avoid the inevitable. "This
shouldn't take long," she laughed as she grabbed two more, then smashed them
together like chalky erasers that needed cleaning, and smashed them again and
again until they were nothing but pieces, "Bend over boys, I'll fuck you up
quick!" She placed another tank between her humongous thighs. She flexed
slowly and erotically, stimulating her primal sensual side and ground the tank
to flattened metal and paste.

The tanks sped away from her as quickly as their treads would take them.
Brandi plucked the ones that got stuck trying too hard to dodge. She tore them
apart like phonebooks, hurled their halves into buildings, widening her path
of destruction and keeping her pledge to wipe out this city. Everything near
the waterfront was either flattened or ablaze, now to head inland and really
break these little ants. Brandi laughed at the tanks whoso brazenly attacked
her moments before, now turned tail and ran. Brandi pressed her palms together
and gave a powerful pec flex, her traps flaring, "That's right you weak little
bugs, run and tell your friends, Big Bad Momma Pump is coming and nothing can
stop her. You've seen her crush tanks flat like tin cans, fucking waste a
massive freighter like it was a toy, destroy a bridge like it was cardboard,
wait till you see what I do to your cities and your airports!", Brandi punched
her rippling pecs.

Brandi followed the fleeing tanks toward the city. They'd have no choice but
to face her once she began toppling skyscrapers not too mention obliterating
the main airport. She would crush all hope of escape. There seemed to be a
good deal of construction as she reached the outskirts of the city, in the
distance her true targets stood. "Ohhhh, look how hard you work, too bad
they're not muscle-proofed." The giantess moved closer, licking her lips,
"What weak little worms you are. All that you have left to protect you are
tanks. Tanks that run from me. Tanks that crumple in my big thick arms. Tanks
that are useless and will watch helplessly as I destroy your city, powerless
to stop my onslaught."

Brandi laughed as her feet trampled girders and foundations, feeling like
matchsticks for all the resistance they gave to her gargantuan form. The
tanks, using buildings as cover, began to fire anew with little difference.
The muscle beastess made a show of swatting the shells like so many nagging
flies while she continued to trample the small buildings beneath her, brick
mortar, wood and steel bent and fell beneath her formidable weight. "Your
weapons are weaker than gnats, buzzing around. Are these meant to stop me or
encourage me to destroy even more?" she mocked as she ground the small
construction trucks flat with her sexy feet, the nails a deep lacquered black,
a goth muscle Queen.

Brandi stopped before a brick building that stood chest high to her. She
punched it knocking its top floors off in a shower of debris, the building
teetering underneath her might, then pounded it flat with couple more blows,
the rest exploding like legos. She caught a glimpse of a tank backing into a
retreat. "Now, now, Big Bad Momma Pump wants to play." She reached out with
lightning speed and grabbed the tank, its shells bounced feebly off her. "What
did I tell you: useless!" She crushed it like an accordion between her massive
arms. It exploded under the pressure of her muscles. "Now watch as your city
falls and I laugh at your weakness, it arouses me."

Brandi spied a tower that stood taller than her, meant to aid in broadcasting
something or other. She saw a flurry of activity atop it, men scurrying about,
probably monitoring her progress. Unfortunately, their movement caught her
notice. "Now, you little ants! What do you think you're doing, spying?! No one
spies on Big Bad Momma Pump!" Brandi bounced her massive pecs as she
approached the tower. The tanks' shells continued to bounce off of her, making
her stronger and meaner.

"What fucking cum-lick built this mess?!" she bellowed as she pulled back her
monstrous right arm. For a still moment, all was okay, then Brandi's right
rocked the tower, tearing a hole in it. Brandi pounded away with her ungodly
muscle, torturing the structure with atomic blows. In moments the building
fell, a mound of debris at the Goth Gargantua's sexy feet. "Goddamn I make me
hard," Brandi murmured as she flicked her steely hard nipples. Shells
continued to find her, but she hardly noticed, she was so intoxicated by the
brutal justice her overgrown body was dishing out.

Brandi tore the building next to it loose. It stood shorter than the titaness
and she pulled most of it from its foundation with relative ease. The puny
human structures had little to offer in the way of resistance. She held it
over her head then hurled it into another stretch of buildings. Brandi was
enjoying herself, ripping apart the ants' dwellings as a reminder of how weak
they were and how dominant she was. Brandi bull-rushed some taller structures
hitting them full run with her colossal shoulder, the steel and glass
buildings exploding on impact, toppling to the streets below, creating an
avalanche that wiped out several more of the impotent tanks meant to stop this
monstrous muscle-woman.

Brandi roared with ecstasy and flexed hard, her body expanding with engorged
sick-ass muscle. Her neck thickened as the rage and hunger and desire surged
from her. Still the remaining tanks did their best to bring Brandi down, but
truly her size and strength were astounding and attempting to drop her with
normal tank shells was like trying to eliminate a bull elephant by tossing
sunflower seeds at it. A dark thought flashed through Brandi's mind. She
stopped and listened, putting her ear to the ground. Then she smiled and
settled on her knees, raised her destructive fists overhead and drove them
into the feeble asphalt beneath her. It ruptured and gave. She drove her fists
down further and further, them satisfied she'd created a large enough hole,
stuck a hand down the hole and fished around for a moment or two like a bear
hunting salmon.

With a grunt, her arm pulled itself free from the hole. In its grasp a large
metallic worm wriggled wildly, its tail swinging desperately. Brandi laughed,
"You stupid little gnats think you can flee my might. None of your toys can
stop me from doing what I want." Brandi slapped the subway train to the
ground. She slapped it and slapped it like a worthless belt until its motors
died, its doors and windows exploded and the ants inside were jelly. Then she
stomped it flat beneath her comely feet and pile-driver legs.

A few of the tanks had boldly driven their ramshackle assault down the road
towards Brandi, hoping to distract her from the subway. No chance, her arm was
back in the hole and quickly she had another train in her beefy fist. This
time she stood and turned toward the oncoming force, its shells bouncing
against her like raindrops and motioned them closer like the weaklings they
were. She rubbed her belly and held the train aloft like a strand of sausages,
"Still think you can stop me? How pathetic you maggots are!" and Brandi began
to devour the train, car by car, her teeth crunching through the metal and
bone with little trouble. In no time, she had swallowed it all. She then
strode toward the tanks and bore down on their scrawny guns and tin bodies.

The rockets struck her back like a chorus of punches and Brandi roared,
surprised to be surprised by a sneak attack. She had become overconfident,
guessing there was little her overwhelming muscle couldn't crush. Brandi
flexed her back, another volley of rockets struck. She stood tall and took in
several more blows. She felt them , but they weren't strong enough to stop
her, she laughed and turned into the barrage, "Is that all you fuck-sticks
got? I've had harder massages than that!" Brandi batted away the rockets as
they continued to fly at her. They were a nuisance, little else. "You sending
more of that pussy air support? I feel like swatting some flies, wiping out
more of your little toys. Ripping those crap-ass fighters to pieces with my
bare hands."

The jets swooped in low to get a quick and fierce shot at the Giantess'
jugular. Brandi couldn't believe their balls. She leveled a rapid right into
the side of one of the streaking planes knocking it into the nearby buildings
and erupting into a ball of fire. Brandi growled, her pussy lips thickening
with muscle lust, she felt bigger and mightier than Kong, a bulging beauty who
was about to mangle a squadron of heavily armed fighters.

Their bullets and rockets barely left a mark as Brandi struck again. The jets
were turning back for another run when they were met by a flying wall of
bricks and mortar. Brandi had ripped another building from its foundation and
hurled it at her foes, two of the fighters failed to dodge and fell spinning
to the ground. Ignoring their friends, Brandi set upon their flaming bodies
and finished her work, peeling the first apart like papier-mache, making a
show of how pathetic these hunks of metal were. The second she stomped to bits
with her tremendous legs, finishing with a stunning double biceps pose.

Brandi continued on the offensive as the jets tried to bring her down, Brandi
inhaled suddenly as they passed overhead. One of the fighter's engines cut out
when hit with the sudden vacuum. It fell right into her arms, where she
snapped its neck like a runt chicken and hurled its useless body back at the
swarm of its buddies. The jets dodged the makeshift javelin, but one swooped
low in an effort to survive only to be bludgeoned from the sky by Brandi's
powerful right arm. Her killer fist drove the pathetic bird into another of
the nearby buildings, blowing out the middle floors on impact and toppling the
fifteen story courthouse like it was made of building blocks.

Brandi roared and pounded her ample muscle-bound chest. "Come on you flying
turds, Big Bad Momma Pump is just getting started. I like the feeling of
snapping your scrawny necks and stomping you flat, but this time I want more."
The four-hundred foot warrior Queen turned back toward the cityscape and
strode purposefully inland. Her feet crushed all in her path, cars squashed
flat and the asphalt crackled where she walked. Bricks crumbled and steel
twisted as her fists continued to punish the buildings in her way. She pounded
her seismic thighs through an over-pass, it buckled under her immense size and
strength. Nothing man-made had the ability to withstand her atomic muscles.

The jets stalked her, unleashing more of their payload, but still unable to
bring the colossus down. Brandi closed in on her target and the military
followed her but seemed unaware of where she was leading them. The fighters
grew bolder in their pursuit as Brandi seemed disinterested in attacking them.
They moved in closer hoping to find a weak spot, anything to bring this
monster down. The lead fighter ducked in and strafed across the gargantua's
neck with percussive bombs. These did not go unnoticed. Brandi speared the
ambitious jet and held it in her mighty arms, "You cum- licks don't get it.
You don't break me, I break you." She smashed the jet across her mountainous
thigh. It shattered on impact.

"You think you fly-boys have some big balls?! Bring it on! Take me down!" and
Brandi pumped her arms until her biceps bulged like mountains. "Show me how
big your cocks are! They ain't as big and bad as these!" and Brandi laughed at
them as they tried to strafe her from a safe distance. "Gutless punks. Too
afraid to finish what you started? I'm not," and with that Brandi ripped
another building from its foundation and hurled at the sneaky fighters. The
planes spread out to avoid the wild debris as it flew at them. Brandi leapt in
the air, using her powerful legs to great advantage. As the planes did their
best to dodge building pieces they found themselves open to the devastating
blows of the enraged giantess. Brandi roared and swung her immensely strong
arms. Her fist obliterated one fighter with a savage blow to its nose, the
craft erupting in a ball of flame. Her arms battered and smashed several more
of the attack force from the air. Planes spun out of control, their wings
having been torn off, their engines crumpled, cockpits ruptured, tail pieces
savaged. The city was feeling Brandi's rage and merciless power. Tremendous
holes were left where once buildings rose majestically, tanks and planes were
piled among the wreckage, their twisted and crushed bodies burnt and useless.

Brandi stood amongst the carnage, so erotically charged and vascularly pumped
the military hesitated to press further. Their attacks were doing nothing to
slow this muscular dynamo. If anything, Brandi had grown larger and more
scary; her eyes burned a murderous red and her skin glowed a burnt bronze,
layered with pound after pound of thick sculpted dominant muscle. Brandi
enjoyed the weakness that confronted her, the willingness of this pathetic
army and air force to stand down. She had met attack after attack with a
furious response of incredible brute force, tearing apart these heavily armed,
well-armored craft with her unbelievable arms and pounded them flat with her
titan's legs. They were nothing, unable to muster the power to bring her down
or stop her plans of domination. She had withstood showers of shells, shells
that now bounced off her like little rubber balls. She had been engulfed in
high-intensity laser cannons and had turned their devastating beams against
her hopeless attackers, destroying their weapons without breaking a sweat.

Brandi slapped her chest, her hormones were raging, she wasn't done wiping out
these tedious insects and their toys they thought were weapons. Brandi's
nipples sprung back to life when she heard the air-raid sirens blaring their
useless warnings. She turned to their source, of course, the airport. The
military was doing its best to distract her while they either flew in more
troops or attempted to evacuate whoever they could from this battlefield.
Brandi was so close and it now, indeed, needed to be her focus. She could
truly have fun and cripple these puny worms even further. Fighter jets were no
threat and neither were tanks at this point. She'd tear the place to pieces
like it were made of legos.

Brandi smashed through the buildings that surrounded the airport, mostly
hotels and car rental places, but she enjoyed the cars as they splattered
beneath her mighty feet and the brick facades as they exploded when exposed to
the power of her blows. Her killer thighs drove her legs into the lower
buildings crushing them like so many egg crates.

There was a flurry of activity as Brandi finally reached the object of her
violent attentions; the airport had been ringed by missiles and rockets,
larger than any she had seen before. Other unusual trucks and guns on flatbeds
were being assembled, The airport had become a hub of activity and cargo
planes were taking off and landing with unreal efficiency.

Brandi growled, her instincts had grown so and she was deeply in touch with
the carnal, bestial, primitive side of her nature. Her unbelievable physical
power and size emboldening and nurturing the pleasures that came from
inflicting such widespread pain. Her growls built as she saw how much fun she
would have wrecking all of this military planning. Her muscles flexed out of
hunger, bulging with intensity and readying to strike. Brandi let her head
fall back as she unleashed a terrible roar. She beat her chest in expectation,
her pussy dripping with excitement. Brandi pumped up her left bicep and kissed
it, "Mmmmm, Big Bad Momma Pump is gonna massacre you twats, " she growled as
she pumped her even larger right bicep and let her tongue linger on it as the
muscle swelled even more, "Take a good long look, my muscles are so fucking
huge, there is nothing you dick-licks can do. What can you do to stop these?"
she gloated as she hit her double biceps pose hard.

The first rocket sizzled through the air, a challenge or a warning? Brandi
laughed as her quick powerful right fist plucked it from the air. "Fucking
weak, you bunch of cumsticks," she bellowed as she hurled the rocket back from
whence it launched. It exploded terribly and ripped a hole in the military's
line. Brandi strode forward and the attack began in full. Rockets and missiles
tore through the air and Brandi's gargantuan muscles responded in kind. For
several minutes all was a cloud of smoke, flame and explosions.

End of Part 5.