Pauline Part 5; Pauline crushes all
by cobbk5@yahoo.com
Chuck helps Pauline find another outlet for her muscle lusting obsessions.

Pauline and Chuck became a regular item after that first night. Chuck
worked extra hard to toughen his body in order to keep up with his sexually
charged muscle Goddess. It seemed at times that they could skip their gym
workout because they would have sex for hours on end, straining every
muscle in their bodies as they ground out orgasm after orgasm. Despite what
most macho guys would claim, the male body isn't made for sex as an Olympic
event, because the man has to "give" to the female, he has to be "up" for
it over and over again. There is a limit to how much sperm the male body
can produce - although Chuck's supply was in record proportions as compared
to the male population at large, thanks to Pauline's insatiable appetite.

So Chuck was becoming desperate to help Pauline find some alternate, or
more likely, additional outlet for her sexual, muscle-lusting obsession. If
he couldn't keep her satisfied, she was going to seriously hurt him one
day. He had already suffered bruised and cracked ribs between her power-
packed rippling thighs, and she had knocked him out on numerous occasion
both in her nut-cracking head scissors, and chest scissors. His penis was
worn out after multiple sessions in one day. Even at 29, he had to try
Viagra and other drugs to try and keep it up for Pauline, who was getting
increasingly frustrated that he couldn't keep up with her.

He wasn't ready to give her up, he would be ruined for sex with anyone else
for the rest of his life, so he tried what he could to find an alternative.


They talked for hours after a long evening of hard sex one day. Pauline
shared how she had come to be where she was. She related how she had nearly
killed a bodybuilding judge a while back, and was kicked out of the sport
(See Pauline Part 1). She further explained how she got into muscle worship
and muscle fantasy and mixed wrestling sessions and it happened again. She
crushed a man so badly during a wrestling session, that she wasn't sure if
he was even still alive.(See Pauline Part 2) She last saw him being whisked
away by a a private ambulance company, and never heard anything about him
again.

She said that some mysterious and secretive man, or group of men, had taken
an interest in her and what she had done to the judge and the muscle-
wrestling fan, and had somehow taken care of her muscular mishaps. In the
process she had watched a huge, muscular female named Kate totally demolish
and crush a man to death in a DVD production that was not staged. (See
Pauline Part 3)

And that brought them to how they met (Pauline Part 3). Pauline explained
to Chuck that she had been so turned on by both squeezing those men between
her own legs, and watching that man get destroyed on the video, that she
went out in search of an outlet for her own muscle-lusting obsession, and
she found Chuck.

Chuck just sat there dumbfounded, not sure what to say. He didn't know
whether to be grateful, angry, scared or excited. It was actually a
combination. He shuddered when he thought of what she did to those men,
that it could have been him. But he was definitely scared and excited at
the same time about her powerful body. He had no misconceptions after the
months they had been together about her incredible strength. That was the
primary reason that he hit the weights twice as much in the last few months
than he used to. He wanted to survive and enjoy her powerful body so she
wouldn't accidentally crush him. But he could see that she had issues about
her muscular obsession that went to dark places that he was sure he didn't
want to go, and couldn't go with her. Yet she excited him so much he didn't
want to let her go. Besides, he knew that he did not want to get on her bad
side. He hurt when she was happy, he could only imagine what she could do
if she got angry. Well ... he had an idea since her heard the story about the
bodybuilding judge. So, they put their heads together to try and think what
they should do.

After a few more weeks, Chuck had a plan. Besides, he was getting more and
more bruised, and he didn't want to end up in the hospital and try to
explain how he got so beat up.

The two of them sat down for a few hours to discuss the plan. Rather than
go into details about it here, I'll cut right to the chase.  Chuck had some
contacts in law enforcement who had been working as cops for a long time.
They were growing tired of seeing legitimate (is there such a thing?)
crooks put back on the street either due to legal loopholes, or over
crowding in jails. These guys were getting more and more reckless and
dangerous and just thumbed their noses at law enforcement because they knew
they could get away with it.

 ... blah, blah blah ... .  Fill in the blanks ... 

. . . a few hours later. . . ". . . and remember Pauline, we have to
maintain the utmost discretion on this. If we screw this up heads are not
just gonna role, people will go to jail, careers ruined, and good people's
lives will be destroyed. But, if we do this right, we will be doing society
a favor, not to mention making some cops real happy and not a few victims
as well. We will only deal with the open and shut cases where we know these
guys are dirty, and we know that they have gotten away with it, some of
them blatantly."

. . . you get the picture . . .

After spending the rest of the night going over the details, making sure
all the bases and tracks were covered, they laid out their first hit.
Though they wanted to error on the side of caution and discretion, they
also wanted to make sure they never hit on someone that didn't absolutely
deserve it. Said another way, they would only pick on the worst offenders,
and the most flagrant abusers of the system.

Their first choice was a rather well-known one that had made national news.
It was on headlines because of the horrendous way that justice was
perverted. The offender, which the headlines called "The Night Stalker" (I
know, no imagination), was basically caught cold. It seemed open and shut.
The girl he was raping, and had beaten severely, survived. She positively
identified him in a lineup.

There was other evidence, but it was all thrown out in court because of
mistakes made by the police in the "chain of evidence", the fact that the
evidence could have been compromised before it was stored in the evidence
locker. Also, there was some technical fine points that weren't followed
exactly having to do with the search warrant, and all that evidence was
thrown out as well. After he got off, the guy sneered at the cameras, the
victim, and the police, taunting them, and as much as admitting that he had
done it, but there was "nothing you can do about it."  He laughed. The
victim was terrified, figuring he would try to finish the job. She is
pretty sure he's been stalking her since the trial, despite a restraining
order, but he hasn't been caught.

So Chuck and Pauline, and Chuck's "contacts" with the police force, helped
set Pauline up to "meet" this guy "accidentally".

The only weapon the guy used in his attacks has been a knife, and his large
frame. Intimidation is a powerful weapon if you have it. So of course that
didn't work with Pauline, she was itching to cross paths with this guy.
From some tips, they knew where this guy hung out, so Pauline started to
frequent the same bars. It wasn't long before word got around about this
woman who was built like a "brick shit house", and that got the criminal's
attention. It was only a matter of time.

So finally, one Saturday night, Pauline was about to call it a night, when
she saw him walk in. She stayed at the bar, ignoring everyone, making sure
it was obvious she was alone. In fact, they had staged a phony setup where
this another guy, an actor they had hired, was supposed to come on to her,
and she was going to rebuff him rather abruptly, thinking that the
"Stalker's" ego would get the better of him and he would walk right into
their trap.

It worked perfectly.

As the tweedy looking actor hit on Pauline, she told him to get lost in no
uncertain terms, loud enough that most of the bar could hear it, but
especially the lunk head rapist. He sidled up next to her, and asked if she
wanted him to take care of that little twerp. She politely declined his
offer, but thanked him for it none-the-less, giving him a radiant smile. So
he tried to make his pick up line. It almost made Pauline laugh he was so
cliché. We won't even repeat what he said. It would have gotten him nowhere
with anyone half way intelligent, but Pauline played along - to a point.
She didn't want to appear too easy, because they figured that this guy's
game was partly "the hunt". If she just said "let's go to my place", she
might lose him (though unlikely with her incredible body). It was about
control, and the big dope had to be in control - or at least think he was
in control.

So Pauline played her part, trying to politely decline his offers, saying
no thanks, she was not interested, perhaps another time. She asked him
questions, which was part of the plan, so if things did not go the way they
hoped, they might have something to go on in case he said anything
incriminating. No such luck. So finally, Pauline started to get a little
rude, and told the guy that "No", she was not interested, and that she had
to be leaving soon. The guy put his hand roughly on her arm to stop her,
and tell her that she was making a big mistake leaving a hunk like him
(gag!). It took all of Pauline's self control not to rip his arm off, let
alone try to stay relaxed so he wouldn't feel her massive bicep ball up
into a softball-sized hunk of rock-hard muscle. But she stayed relaxed, and
gently but firmly extricated her arm from his grip. She said she was
leaving, and was going to her 4th Street apartment for the night. She threw
that last one out for good measure, figuring that if he didn't follow her
out, he might try to intercept her on the way to her apartment.

She made it known she was alone, and that she was walking because she
didn't want to have to worry about DUI's. So the trap was set, would he
take the bait?

(Well, we already know don't we? I'm writing this story to get to the
female crushes male part - right?)

As Pauline walked slowly towards her apartment, she stayed in the shadows,
and used alleys and dark streets to make it easier for her prey. It wasn't
long before she felt his burly hands grab her from behind, and jerk her
around. It took great acting skills for her to act afraid, and to even use
a girly voice. "Hey, what are you doing here mister? I told you I wasn't
interested, so please leave me alone, I don't want any trouble."

"Lady, you made a big mistake back there in the bar. I tried to be polite
with you because I didn't want to make a scene, but I'm afraid you've
pushed my patience, and now you're going to have to pay."

Pauline squealed, and tried to struggle a little, and made a feeble effort
to run away. He caught her in about five feet, and when he yanked her
around he had a knife pointed at her throat. Once again, Pauline had to
fight her instincts, or he would already have his balls kicked in, and the
knife sticking out the top of his head. He threatened to stick her if she
made any noise, and he started to drag her to a dark alley.

"Oh please mister, don't hurt me! I'm sorry, I'll cooperate. What do you
want? I've got money in my purse, just take it and leave me alone -
please!"  Pauline was playing it perfectly. The idiot had no idea he had
his hands on a powder keg of dynamite and that he lit the fuse already, and
it was a short fuse. Pauline was already planning her move, tensing and
flexing the hard muscles beneath her modest clothing. She wore very loose
fitting clothes, a knee length skirt and a top with long sleeves that
buttoned up to her neck. She simply looked large, perhaps even fat if you
didn't know better, but she had the most beautiful face to set off her
"fat".

This guy had bought it hook, line, and sinker, and was about to get his
"just rewards." But again for insurance, Pauline had to make sure this guy
pulled the trigger so to speak, in case this thing went south, she would at
least have evidence to bring to trial. It would be hard to explain video
coverage of the event, but regardless of it's usefulness, she had a helper
follow them at a discrete distance with a low light camera, to record the
whole thing, and step in with a gun in case anything got out of hand.

That would be unneccesary, but a smart precaution anyhow. And as it would
turn out, the video would be the largest viewed video excerpt on You Tube
for the year. The entire DVD could be bought on the underground network for
a large fee. It would be a financial bonanza for all involved, except the
perp.

Pauline allowed herself to be dragged off the streets into a wooded area
that was very secluded. With the knife still to her throat, the rapist
threatened to slice her throat if she made a peep. With the knife still to
her throat, he pulled her skirt up, and ripped her panties off. He kept
talking trash to scare her, he let slip a few careless words about his
history, boasting about his other prey. Pauline "took the bait" to egg him
on. "O no, you're not that guy I saw on TV are you?  Haven't you killed
women, been arrested for rape. Oh my God, please don't hurt me, I'll
cooperate, I won't say anything ... " on and on Pauline went (she would have
gotten an Academy Award for her performance.)  "O shup the fuck up for
God's sakes lady, or I'll kill you just to shut you up. I just wanna piece
of ass, and you look like you might have a fine one."  "O, well, is that
all you want, you could have had me if you had just asked nicely. After
all, you're not too bad looking yourself (Huuuge acting job ... ). In fact,
you've kind of got me hot with all this rough play, and killer talk. I've
got kind of a wild side myself you see (a bit of an understatement.)"
      The bad guy was confuse, and he started to hesitate. This wasn't the
way it was supposed to work, they were supposed to be scared and stay
scared. His mind went blank for a moment. Pauline continued. "Here, let me
help you." She reached down, and pulled her skirt back, and removed the
rest of her shredded panties.  "How 'bout I make you a challenge?  If you
can out wrestle me, you can do anything you want with me. You can have me
up the ass, I'll suck you off, go home with you, I'll forget this whole
rape attempt completely and not even report it to the police. I told you I
have a wild side, you wanna try and take me on?"
      The would-be rapist about flipped out by this time. None of this
computed. Finally, he shook his head, and tried to take charge again. "Shut
the fuck up bitch!  I'll do what I want with you anyhow. I may wrestle you
if I want to, but you have no choice in the matter, I'm in charge, I have
the knife.." and he held it in front of her face as if he had to prove it.
      What happened next happened so fast you would have missed it if you
blinked. One moment he had the knife in her face, the next moment she had
his wrist in her hand, squeezed so hard in one second that his hand went
numb and before he could drop the knife, Pauline reached with her other
hand and grabbed it away from him - disarming him in about two seconds
flat.
      "Mister, I told you what the deal was. Now forget about the knife,
you don't need it.", and with that she flicked it in the direction of the
hidden camera man, certain to never touch the handle, and being sure she
cut her hand on the blade in the process. Smart girl, good plan so far. The
rapist was totally limp by this time, his face so red it looked like he
would burst. Pauline was enjoying herself, but it was about time for her to
get serious. "Why you fuckin' whore, bitch! I'm gonna kill you, and then
have my way with you", he swore as he started to bring his big fist down
towards her face. Again he was confused when he felt a tremendous weight on
his lower back, and his hand was stuck as if he had hit an invisible wall
of clay. He couldn't budge it, and had no idea what had happened.
      "Good Lord mister, are you that stupid?  You have the best piece of
ass you'll probably ever get underneath you with her legs wide open, and
you want to screw that up. Shit, you must be fuckin retarded or something.
Now are we gonna wrestle, or should I just finish you off right now?  I
told you how it would be, and I'm kinda getting hot with all this rough
stuff. Let's get it on." With that, she effortlessly rolled him off of her,
and stood up a few feet from him.
      Without another word, and a loud roar of anger he charged at her with
his head down. He caught her right in the stomach with his head, his hands
wrapped around her like a pro tackler, except she didn't go down. In fact
his head and neck hurt from the collision, and she only went back a foot or
two and then stopped. "Alright, that's better there. Yeah, give it to me
baby. Let's get started, let me know when you're ready!" she almost laughed
at him. He was going for it perfectly. Some men, heck most men, have a hard
time comprehending anything outside their own reality, and this was so
outside of the "norm" that he couldn't get his mind around it. He was
enraged at how she had tricked him so far.
      He tried another tact. He backed off a short distance, ran towards
her but this time stood upright in front of her, threw his arms around her,
pulled her off her feet and began to squeeze her for all he was worth.
Pauline groaned, coughed, and exhaled sharply as the pressure increased.
Don't worry dear reader, it's still all part of her plan. The criminal
smiled inwardly and leaning back poured even more pressure on. He knew this
would get her, he had used this hold to kill at least one of the girls he
had abused. He heard another groan from her lips (she held out longer than
most he bear hugged). She groaned louder, threw her head back, breathed
deeply, and then what sounded like a loud yawn came from her lips. He was
confused again. For one, how did she inhale when he had her wrapped up so
tightly? And what was that sound she made? He had never heard a groan of
pain like that before?  And why wasn't her face all screwed up in pain?
She simply looked impatient. Finally, squeezing as tightly as he could, his
face totally screwed up in concentration he heard a sound he knew he could
not be hearing. He heard her calm voice saying, "Okay, you've just about
got it there. I thought you were trying to help me with my back. I could
use a good squeeze to shake out some of the tension, and you just about
have enough strength to pull it off. But I'm getting tired of this, so ... ."
       With that, he felt something on the insides of his arms. He didn't
know what it was (remember, this didn't compute with his reality). What he
was feeling was the beginning of Pauline's flex of her powerful biceps.
Slowly, but steadily she began to flex her rock-hard arms, separating his
arms ever so slowly. He squeezed as hard as he could, but he felt his hand
slipping from his other wrist despite using all his strength. Paulines
biceps continued to swell, pushing his arms apart, breaking his grip, and
freeing her arms. She continued to muscle her arms up and out of his hold,
and quickly turned the tables.
      "O, was that a bear hug you were trying to apply. I'm sorry, I
thought you were just trying to crack my back for me. Here, let me crack
your back for you and show you how it's done." Suddenly he felt a pressure
around his upper body like he had never felt before. His breath left him at
once, and his chest felt like a car was sitting on it. But he was standing!
 The pressure increased, he felt her huge arms inflate with man-crushing
muscle. The biceps growing, hardening, rippling with power. To this point
he had not even seen what was under her clothes, but now he was astonished
and scared to see the sleeves on her formerly loose blouse stretched, and
now ripping past the breaking point. Huge, hard, softball-sized biceps
ballooned up from the mountain peaks that were her shoulders. She continued
to tighten, the muscles inflating with power, impossible huge. He couldn't
breath, his ribs felt like they were about to implode, his back was about
to dislocate and he was going to throw up, if he could. And still the
pressure increased. "This is how it's done baby. You have to use a little
strength sometimes, especially if the patient is a little tough, like you
seem to be. Am I squeezing tight enough yet?  Huh? Can't hear you. I guess
not. Here, let me try harder."
      Unbelievably the pressure almost doubled. His ribs creaked and
groaned, he heard a few things pop and crackle in his chest. His head
lolled on his neck, swaying back and forth, his vision greyed and the pain
increased. He felt her arms tighten like steel bands of a hydraulic pipe
cutter. His mouth opened noiselessly in pain, his eyes bulged almost as
much as her ripped arms and shoulders. He heard and felt tearing sounds,
pain spiked up and down his body, everything started to go black as he
heard some more cracks ... .he was dimly aware of huge mounds of muscle in his
peripheral vision growing, rippling with power ...   He awoke moments later,
pain shooting through his spine, but he was breathing.
      "Hey mister, don't leave me, I'm not done with the lesson. If I'm not
doing it tightly enough with my arms, wait until you experience it with my
legs." He hadn't noticed it when he came to, but she had taken off her
skirt, and blouse, and was standing in a one-piece miniscule bathing suit
which exposed her broad back, rippling abs, and all of her powerful limbs.
It didn't dawn on him that this was particularly odd, his brain had pretty
much shut down.  "Who the fuck are you? What do you think you are doing to
me, and how are you doing it? If I don't kill you, I'm gonna make sure the
police find you and put you away."
      "O that's rich", Pauline laughed. And then, finally, for the first
time, she turned serious. "Okay mister. It's a fair question, all of them
are, and you deserve answers to them so you can think about them for the
rest of your short life" and Pauline looked at her watch, the rapist
swallowed hard, starting to become really scared - finally.  "My name is
Pauline. You may even have heard of me. Do you follow women's body building
at all?" and she stood and went into a double bicep flex, spun around and
hit the shot hard from the back, looking over her shoulders at his shocked
reaction as her arms, shoulders, back exploded into huge, rippling steel
muscles. His mouth hung open, and he groaned again, perhaps in lust,
perhaps from the huge breath he tried to suck in with busted ribs. "No,
Yes, maybe?" He just stared. So she explained about nearly killing the
judge, and then a muscle-lusting admirer, her sexual frustration while
wrestling and squeezing men, etc. She took her time, letting the fear grow
in his eyes, wanting this to fully sink in, the whole time slowly going
through her entire posing routine, taking an especially long time shaking
and flexing her huge, pumped, rippling quads. She went on with her
explanation, but he couldn't even hear her. He couldn't hear her if he
tried. His whole life was flashing before him in a vision of huge, thick,
man-crushing quadriceps, thigh muscles as big around as his waist, with
power enough it seemed to crush a bowling ball. " ... .and it wasn't until I
heard his head start to crunch ... " he heard briefly in her monologue as he
watched the huge muscles of her thighs sway back and forth as if in slow
motion, and then he heard (in his mind) a thunder clap as the huge thigh
muscles thundered to a sudden stop, pulsing, shimmering, and rippling with
power. He about fainted ... " ... and finally an ambulance came in and ... hey, are you
listening to me?" she laughed. "O, that's alright, I get that same reaction
from everyone who first see my thighs. They are kind of big aren't they?
How would you like to be stuck in there?" she asked rhetorically as she
stood on her toes, pumped the huge thigh biceps, and then crossed her feet
mimicking a scissor hold, her thickly muscled thighs exploding with steel
muscle, all light disappearing between the gap in her legs as her thighs
simply swelled the gap shut, expanding outwards as much as inwards.  "But
O, silly me, you will be stuck there. Forgive me, you are one of the few
fortunate people on the earth who get to experience an earth quake, or
should I say QUAD shake, like no one else has.
      "So how do you want it?  Sudden? Slow?  Chest, Head, lower abdomen?
You want me to go for a broken back, get my arms into it, or what? Come on,
I don't have all day, I have to get home and get to bed."  He thought about
trying to run, he thought about trying to fight, but watching the muscles
in those legs swell to a size and definition he did not think possible,
took all hope out of him. He began to cry, to sob at her feet. For just an
instant she felt something like pity. But she was prepared for this, they
had talked about it. She reached over to her clothes and brought something
out. One by one she tossed them in front of him, each one cocked this way
and that - images of victims, rape victims, bloody, some dead, some alive,
naked and beaten. Her anger grew. "Look at them mister. Look at the last
thing you'll ever see in this world, and start praying. You have a short
time to live, and you have the luxury of getting right with God in the
minutes you have left to live. That's something these girls didn't get, a
chance to talk with God. Get ready to meet your maker. He was crying like a
baby now. His crying went from terror and pity, to sobbing, something like
wrenching was going on, his heart was breaking as it finally set in what he
had done.
      Pauline hadn't expected this, she wondered if it would make it harder
for her to do what had to be done. Slowly she stepped into the darkness as
the man lay prostrate on the ground weeping, totally unaware that she had
gone. Pauline went and talked with Chuck who was just out of sight in the
darkness. "Hell Pauline, what are you wating for? Do him. Finish him! You
know that's what we came here for, don't you?" She just stared, not sure
what to do or think. She was torn inside, between what she wanted to do,
thought she needed to do, what was right, and the sexual tension she had
been feeling earlier. She felt drained right now, even the sexual tension
was gone. She just looked at Chuck silently, neither spoke. The only sounds
the weeping coming from the other side of the bushes. They heard quiet
words spoken, "i ... I'm so sorry ... I don't know how I could do this ... I never
thought, ...  I just acted, I always hurt, always felt so terrible, I'm so
worthless, unhappy ... .never did ... .mom ... .dad ... why couldn't they ... " babbling on,
trying to breathe through cracked ribs, sobbing and crying as he went.
      Finally Pauline turned to Chuck and said. "Okay Chuck, here's what
we're gonna do. We didn't expect this, wasn't in the plan, but are we doing
this for ourselves, or for the victims and society? This is bigger than
just us, this could work for us. Just trust me." She spoke to Chuck for a
few more minutes, he nodded every now and then, shook his head, mostly he
just listened. Finally, his head down he said, "Okay Pauline, we'll play it
your way. But if you're wrong, if your judgment about this guy proves
wrong, if he's playing the best con job of his life, this whole thing could
go south and finish us both and several other people. You better play this
right ... and ... " his voiced trailed off.
      Pauline was already walking back into the small clearing to the
loudly wailing man. "She put on her serious scowl, dropped to the ground
next to the perp, and more or less gave him her amateur version of "Last
Rites."  "Have you decided how you want it yet", he just looked at her
blankly, staring, his eyes empty and sad. Neither said anything for a
moment. Pauline needed to watch him closely, she was looking for something,
she wasn't sure what yet, but she had to be very careful. She knew that the
best thing was often to just shut up and say nothing. He stared blankly,
then dropped his head, and finally spoke quietly. "I know I deserve to die,
you are right. What I've done is unforgivable. I'd do anything to have a
second chance, Lord knows I've screwed up my life and ruined the lives of
others. So please, do us all the favor of sending me to Hell, or if there
is a Heaven, I pray He'll be merciful and accept me there because I finally
realize what I've done and how wrong I've been." Pauline was almost
nervous, and getting frustrated. She was having a hard time following
through with her plan. She didn't want to have to kill this man ... she still
wasn't certain which way this was going to go.
      "What's the quickest way?" Pauline was almost caught off guard ... 
"wha ... what did you say?"  "What's the quickest way for you to kill me. I
don't want to suffer, I just want it over with. Your legs sure look
powerful, I'm certain you'll want to use those, but where's the best place
to apply the pressure."  Now it was Pauline's turn to be dazed and
confused. She almost laughed with the irony of the whole conversation, but
turning serious once more, she started, matter-of-factly, "The chest. The
chest is well protected by the ribs, but much easier than the head. The
cranium is hard to crack, even for these huge thighs, but I could do it.
But it's painful, and you stay awake for some time. The waist is the
easiest to crush, but takes longer to do any serious injury until your guts
explode, and you start bleeding internally. It's nasty, and can take quite
a while, especially if you can still breathe. But the chest, that's nice."
She was starting to get into her role again. He listened intently, almost
as if she was explaining a complicated science project.
      "Not many people can do the chest because it not only requires
extremely strong thighs, but long legs that can open very wide and still
have enough crushing pressure to get the job done. As you can see, I've got
the equipment. The chest, definitely the chest."
      Without another word, the criminal laid down painfully in front of
her, then attempted to sit up to help her get her legs around his body. She
couldn't believe this. This too was not in the plan, this entire thing was
crazy. But what the hell, the whole idea was crazy from the first. She was
starting to get comfortable with the idea of crushing this guy again, and
she felt that familiar tingle. And so she began, he wanted quickly she'd
give him quickly. "You ready?" He said nothing.
      Pauline took a breath, adjusted her legs, her quads gently rippling,
hardening, then reshaping their muscles to accommodate the wide chest of
the man. He groaned only slightly from the broken ribs meeting her steel
thighs once again. He laid back, closed his eyes, tears falling, breathing
shallowly, and then the earth shook. She hit him with a full power shot
immediately. Her thighs swelled to immense proportions, every muscle
separated, rippling with power, like steel bands beneath her skin, the
veins popping out. The earth stopped, the moon quit giving it's light, the
world vanished and there was just eye-popping incredibly huge steel thighs
of the quadricep, man-crushing kind ... huge rock-hard thighs, exploding
muscles of crushing squeezing pressure, and then the sounds that at first
sounded like kindling. Pauline almost startled for a moment, thinking
someone was coming, then realizing it was his ribs. Her face changed, her
eyes lidded, she laid back, put her shoulders on the ground, and squeezed
with everything in her, until ... 

To be continued ... 

End of Pauline Part 5.

 ... sorry, I hate doing that to you readers. But it's my story ...