The Prisoner
by Robojoejoe
Two brothers, one bad and the other good, have their lives changed by three massive muscle women


Mark Adams was the consummate tech bro. A graduate of a West Coast ivy League
school, Mark had the tools he needed to dominate the world. He was handsome
and fit. He was also overconfident, cocky and glib. In short, Mark was a
boorish, misogynistic jerk. Like most of his ilk, Mark was a lucrepath; he had
a pathological drive to make money and he did it well. He spent his wealth as
quickly as he made it, seeking out high value toys to enhance his self-esteem
and status.

Mark also had a mile wide evil streak that he used to ensure his success. He
ruthlessly sabotaged anyone he imagined could limit his own advancement. One
of those people, and his first victim, was his twin brother Stan. They were
not identical twins. Quite the contrary, they were almost exact opposites.
Stan was of slight build and several inches shorter than Mark's 5'10.
Where Mark was self-absorbed, Stan was empathetic almost to a fault. Where
Mark focused on achieving status, Stan concerned himself with the welfare of
others. Their entire boyhood was spent with no emotional connection between
them. As college approached, their paths moved onto a collision course.

While Mark and Stan's parents were reasonably well off, the staggering cost
of funding two college educations at the same time was worrisome. Both boys
were bright and would easily gain admittance to any college they applied to.
Mark made it clear to everyone that he deserved the best education, regardless
of the cost. His applications only went to Ivy League schools, but above all
he hoped to stay on the west coast. Stan also applied to the one Ivy League
school on the on the west coast but included other more affordable options in
deference to his folks financial position.

Mark saw Stan's college ambitions as a threat. If his parents would just
spend all their money on him, they could easily afford the school he wanted to
attend. Every college application Stan prepared, Mark filched and altered. He
made Stan sound like a fool. In a hyper-competitive field, Stan's
applications never made the cut. He was rejected from every university he
applied to. Now with only one education to fund, Mark was able to attend the
university of his choice. Instead of an Ivy League school, Stan settled for a
self-funded community college education. Several years later, out of suspicion
and curiosity, Stan had requested his application package from the west coast
school and discovered Mark's duplicity. There was nothing to do about it
except chalk it up as another reason to hate his brother.

Mark loved the Ivy League lifestyle, his fraternity and the opportunities he
was able to take advantage of. One of those opportunities came during a frat
party. There was a gorgeous, tall girl who caught his eye. She was just a bit
taller than Mark and had a body that made him gasp. Her D cup breasts stood
proudly with thick nipples that would not be restrained. Her shoulder length
dirty blonde curls and deep brown eyes were captivating. Mark wanted her so
badly. He approached her with his natural swagger and charisma. God her smile
was intoxicating. At one point in their conversation, when she was distracted,
Mark slipped a powdered drug into her drink. Within minutes she became woozy
and disoriented, and Mark suggested they go outside to get some fresh air and
clear her head. Once out of sight of the other partygoers, he directed her
behind the frat house to a secluded knoll surrounded by trees. When she passed
out, he raped her. Mark wasn't gentle. He left her clothes ripped and her
body battered. He liked the feeling of power when he hit her, even though she
was unconscious. When Mark's carnal lust was sated, he walked back to the
party, leaving her body where it lay.

Katherine and Cindy were college roommates and best friends. They had grown up
together and were as close as sisters. Katherine was a Nordic goddess. Her
strong athletic body, milky complexion and naturally platinum blond hair made
her stand out in a crowd. They had just finished exams and needed a release,
so she convinced Cindy to go to a frat party. The party was crowded and
rocking. Soon after they arrived, the girls were separated in the sea of
people. Time flew by before Katherine realized she hadn't seen Cindy for
hours. She asked some friends, who thought they had seen Cindy go outside
earlier. Katherine went out back, calling for her. She never could explain
what made her walk as far as the knoll. But there she discovered Cindy's
bruised and violated supine body and screamed.

The rape was the talk of the town. As too often happens, the victim was shamed
and blamed. She was too flirty, too sexy, too inebriated. Cindy's memories
were fogged by the drugs she had been given, so she could recall only fleeting
glimpses of the event. There were too few witnesses. Suspicion fell on Mark,
but he skillfully dodged it for lack of evidence. Eventually, the matter
dropped. After a time though, Mark boasted of this and other conquests and
Cindy and Katherine discovered his identity.

Cindy went through the typical victim cycle of shame, guilt and anger. Most
people eventually move on to acceptance, but Cindy stayed firmly rooted in
anger. From that day forward, she directed it toward all men that she
encountered. Katherine held on to guilt. She felt responsible for Cindy's
rape because it was her idea to attend the party. They both vowed one day to
deliver retribution on Mark. In the meantime, they built their muscles with a
furious passion to ensure they would never be victims again. Cindy and
Katherine were guided in their quest for muscle by their other roommate,
Angie. At 6'2, she was a big girl and frighteningly strong. Angie was a
champion in shot put for the school's Track and Field team, so she knew her
way around the weight room. When their bodies were strong, they weaponized
themselves; Cindy became a skilled Muay Thai fighter, while Katherine became a
black belt in Krav Maga.

In the years after college, Mark continued to use and abuse people who came
into his orbit. In his mind, people existed to be stepping-stones on his path
toward greater success. He stepped on a lot of bodies in his drive to create a
series of successful apps that were acquired by a major tech company. Now he
was rolling in riches and decided to take a year away from work to enjoy
spending them. His first purchase was a beautiful and secluded mansion on the
outskirts of the city. The views were breathtaking and he outfitted his home
in spectacular fashion. Of course, running a household takes work, so he
decided to hire someone to run it all for him: a Girl Friday.

Katherine and Cindy still lived together as roommates. Katherine graduated
with a degree in accounting, and along with her strong IT and investigative
skills, had developed into a very talented forensic accountant for a
high-powered law firm. The girls stayed in close touch with Angie, who had
moved an hour away to a bodybuilding mecca on the coast to pursue her passion.
Her love for her own muscle mass and strength bordered on the erotic, and she
was devoted to building more of both.

Cindy was now a Director for a major recruiting agency, where she learned to
channel the anger she continued to hold deep within. She was still a stunning
dirty blonde beauty, but she now also held pounds of thick hard muscle. She
had lost some of her breast mass, falling to a c-cup in her quest to build the
muscle in her body. What was lost in cup size was more than made up for with
the inches of pec muscle that supported them. Cindy was an intimidating
combination of beauty and brawn. And woe betide any man who thought he could
come on to her. Her slap down of men who crossed her line of decorum was not
verbal, but rather was done brutally with her fists and feet.

Cindy spent her mornings matching resumes to the high value job search
requests that came into her recruiting company. On this morning, a new job
opening caught her eye and caused the color to drain from her face. She picked
up her cel phone and immediately called Katherine.

'You're not going to believe what just came across my desk. Mark Fucking
Adams is looking for a Girl Friday to run his household. Someone to wait on
him hand and foot, and probably get raped! He's specifically asking for
someone young and beautiful.'

Katherine had to let that sink in for a second. 'What are you going to do?
You can't send a girl to him!'

'Oh, hell no!' Cindy replied. 'I had no idea he was a client. We'll be
dumping him immediately.'

'Wait,' Katherine said quickly. 'What if you do send someone? Someone,
special, who can totally fuck up his life'?

'Oh, I like the way you think. Let's talk tonight.' Cindy ended the call
and let the wheels of her vicious imagination turn.

Cindy and Katherine opened a bottle of wine that night and plotted. Katherine
had wrapped up two complicated cases and was sitting on a mountain of vacation
time. She would take 3 months off from her law firm and become the Girl Friday
Mark Adams sought. Cindy created the perfect resume for her and arranged the
hire.

When Katherine arrived for her first day with Mark, he thought he had won a
jackpot. Katherine was professionally dressed in a conservative pantsuit, her
physique all but hidden. Her captivating face and 6-foot height gave him the
sense that he was in the presence of a Viking queen. He knew he had to have
her. For the next several weeks, she arranged his household. It wasn't
complicated. Mark was a brilliant savant as a blue sky creative type but was
completely ill-equipped to manage his own life. Instead, he spent his days and
nights playing video games non-stop. Katherine scheduled housekeepers,
landscapers and food delivery. She made sure his mail was reviewed and sorted.
Within a week, she had convinced Mark to give her access to his finances so
she could pay the bills. While Mark played, Katherine accessed all of his
financial accounts, his passwords, his entire history online. She found
evidence that his parents had recently passed and made him executor of their
trust. She accessed the trust accounts, amounting to $1 million, and found
that no money had ever been distributed from them. What she couldn't find
was their will. She would have to keep looking for that. Late one evening,
while Mark slept, Katherine snooped through the house and made a shocking
discovery. In a locked room, she found file after file of photos of
unconscious women who had been raped; one of the photos was of Cindy. In a
closet she found a veritable pharmacy of date rape drugs and heroin. It was
clear Mark was a serial rapist. It was everything she could do to not kill him
on the spot. But she knew she had to be patient.

A couple of weeks later, Katherine presented Mark with doctored evidence
showing that his investments were not as lucrative as they should be. She
graciously offered to manage them for him. It was like offering candy to a
baby. He readily signed over a durable power of attorney to Katherine without
ever realizing that by doing so, he gave her full legal authority to sign
anything on his behalf. It was time to bring the pain.

Katherine came into Mark's game room dressed like she had never been in
front of him. He looked up and froze. His character in the game was killed
immediately and he couldn't have cared less. Katherine was in a short skirt
and a skin-tight top. Her muscular long legs were the most beautiful Mark had
ever seen. Her torso was covered in sexy round bulges. Her chest appeared
huge, even if she didn't seem to have large breasts. Mark had to remind
himself to breathe. Looking into Katherine's blue eyes were like getting
lost in the Caribbean Sea. She walked up to him with a pearly white smile and
two glasses of expensive bourbon in her sexy long fingered hands.

'I thought you might need a drink.' She said in a sultry voice. 'I sort
of thought, we, might want a drink.' Katherine gave Mark a sexy wink and a
demure million-dollar smile.

Mark never broke eye contact with Katherine as he took the drink from her hand
and sipped deeply. This was going to be good.

'I've been waiting for this.' He said to her. 'I'm going to be the
best you've ever had.'

Mark finished the glass and moved to put it down on a side table. He missed
and the glass tumbled to the floor. Mark looked at it in confusion, then back
up to a wavering vision of Katherine. Then he joined the glass on the floor.

'Yep,' Katherine said to herself with a grin. 'You definitely are going
to be the best I've ever had.'

Cindy strolled into the room as happy as she had been in years. 'Good job
Kat. He's totally your bitch.'

'Yeh,' Kat replied with a smile. 'Let's go make him yours.'

Cindy leaned down, grabbed Mark's limp arm and powered his dead weight over
her shoulder.

Mark had built a massive and well-equipped gym in his mansion's basement; it
was a gym that had never been used until today. At one end of the gym was a
large glassed-in shower area. The women secured Mark's wrists with long
chained handcuffs Katherine had discovered in the mansion and suspended him
from the ceiling in the tiled shower by his arms. It would be much easier to
clean up any messes here.

After Mark was strung up, Katherine looked at Cindy with a mischievous smile.
'Do you think Angie would want to be here'?

'I think she'd be pissed if we didn't ask.' Cindy responded with a
smirk. 'But just in case she doesn't, we need to give her an out with some
plausible deniability. Cindy called Angie's cel.

'Hey Babe.' A deep melodious voice answered.

'Hey Angie. Kat and I are having a party and thought you might want to come
up. We have a special guest'hanging with us.' Cindy couldn't help but
giggle. 'We thought you might want to, uh, come kick around with us for a
few days.'

Angie laughed at the weird way Cindy was talking. 'Girl, what the fuck is
wrong with you'?

'Just drive up here. We'll meet you at that diner we used to love going
to.'

'You're up to something Bitch. I'll be there in an hour.'

Mark heard voices and began to wake.

'Oh look Cin, the douche bag is waking up!' Katherine said.

Cindy ended the call as she stepped up to Mark and roughly slapped his face.
'Wakey Wakey.'

As the slaps cleared the cobwebs from his head, Mark's eyes focused on the
woman in front of him. Her face looked familiar, but the body didn't. This
woman was full of muscle. Damn, she had muscles bigger than a man! Mark
noticed a strange feeling in his arms and looked up. 'What the hell. And why
am I hanging'? he wondered. The cobwebs clearly weren't all gone yet. He
looked back down at Cindy, who was smiling at him. Her deeply tanned body was
very exposed in her tight workout shorts and a sports bra; It was ridged and
rippling with large and sharply defined muscles. The exception was her
tantalizingly exposed cleavage and erect nipples. The face was so beautiful,
the tits were spectacular, but the bod was gross. 'Why do I know her'? he
wondered.

'So, asshole, recognize me yet'?

Mark shook his head no. Cindy held up the photo of her unconscious body from
the night of the rape that Katherine had found. Mark's eyes went wide. This
wasn't good.

Cindy saw the glint of recognition and fear in Mark's eyes. 'Ah! There we
go. Now you remember.'

Cindy brought her right knee up high in front of her. Mark could see her wide
calf muscles flanking both sides of her shin. 'Now it's my turn.'

Quicker than lightning, Cindy's right leg pivoted up at the knee and the top
of her sexy bare foot connected with Mark's crotch. His high-pitched scream
was almost ear shattering. Mark squinted his eyes closed and dropped his head
down trying to will away the hurt.

Cindy mocked his pain. 'You scream like a high school girl. Shut! Up!'

Cindy's body seemed to levitate as her powerful legs launched her straight
up. In midair she twisted her body completely around and unleashed a tornado
kick. Her foot struck the side of Mark's face and snapped his head to the
side. Blood sprayed from his mouth and his scream became a gargle. He was in
so much pain and his neck felt like a wet noodle that wouldn't support his
head's weight. His head drooped, his chin coming to rest on his chest.

'Yeah Babe!' Katherine cheered. 'That was AWESOME!'

Cindy stepped back and executed a perfect jumping front kick. Her foot came
straight up and impacted Mark's dangling head, snapping it straight back.
The women both heard the crunch of his nose breaking. More blood and cries
poured from Mark's face.

'Oooo!' Katherine cringed. 'Me next!'

Cindy backed away smiling and Katherine stepped in. Mark was barely able to
focus his eyes, but he finally saw Katherine.

'You bitch!' Mark wailed in a high-pitched cry.' You work for me!
Don't you know who I am'? Mark spit blood.

'Oh I know. You're our bitch now. Still think I'm hot'?

Mark did, in spite of himself. Like Cindy, Katherine was dressed in revealing
workout clothes. Her skin was flawlessly pale. She also had muscles
everywhere, sleek and covered in thick blue veins. Katherine didn't have the
full, erection inducing breasts that Cindy did. Instead, Katherine had small
breasts that barely stood apart from her thick pecs. Katherine pulled her arms
in front of her, bent at the waist and grunted into a crab flex. Her pecs
shredded into rippling blocks and her traps rose above her shoulders, high and
proud.

'God Kat, you're so sexy.' Cindy gushed.

Katherine relaxed the flex and turned her upper body to face Cindy. 'Thanks,
Cin. I'm lethal too.'

Katherine suddenly whipped her torso back around and used its momentum to help
drive a devastating hook into Mark's unprotected belly. Mark gasped and his
eyes bulged as the air was forced from his body. He desperately tried to
inhale but couldn't draw a breath. Katherine smiled as he struggled. Then
her arms and fists became a blur as she unleashed brutal body blows on
Mark's torso. With no air in his body he couldn't scream, but the agonized
wheezes and whimpers made his pain clear. She focused a few punches on
Mark's ribs until they heard some snap. Mark briefly found his voice,
screaming again before passing out.

Katherine looked back at Cindy, her body glistening with a light sheen of
sweat. 'That felt great. The fucker's out. Let's go meet Angie and pick
this up again later.'

Cindy and Katherine went up the master suite, quickly showered and changed.
They grabbed Mark's Range Rover and made the 30-minute drive to the diner to
meet their amazonian best friend.

Angie was waiting for the women in a booth with her back to the diner's
door. When Cindy and Katherine walked in, they immediately recognized her
immense width. Angie's back was easily as big as the two of them side by
side, and Cindy and Katherine were big girls. If it wasn't for her silky
black hair pulled into a practical ponytail, one might have thought Angie was
a giant of a man in the booth. Angie wore a simple sweatshirt. The garment
would have been oversized on a normal person, but it looked painted onto the
gargantuan bulges of Angie's upper body. Cindy and Katherine slid into the
booth opposite Angie and smiled like guilty schoolgirls.

'So, bitches,' Angie rested her elbows on the table, her wide biceps
pressing tight against her sleeves. 'What is so important that you needed me
to drive all the way up here.'

'Mark Adams.' Cindy said.

A dark curtain fell over Angie's expression as she twisted her face in
disgust.

'We're sort of holding him hostage in his house.' Katherine brought
Angie up to speed on their nefarious activities.

Cindy explained that today was the first day of the punishment they planned to
mete out to Mark. 'We thought you might want to play, but we didn't want
to assume. If you don't, you can walk out of here with nothing to link you
to him.'

Angie looked both women in the eye. 'I really appreciate your concern for my
well-being.' The grin on her face turned into a blood-curdling sneer. She
tensed and tilted her neck, causing a loud series of cracks. 'Take me to
him. Now.'

Stan had had enough of Mark's bullshit. It felt like his entire adult life
was directed by Mark's behavior. Mark cheated him out of an Ivy League
education. When their parents passed, they had inexplicably made Mark the
executor of their estate. Their $1 million trust was supposed to be shared
equally between the boys. Stan had yet to see a dime of it. In his estimation,
Mark was truly the Anti-Christ. Over the years, Stan had gathered snippets of
evidence that Mark was just as evil to other people. The rumors that he had
raped with impunity sickened Stan. He felt compelled to lead a life that
might, in some small way, counter-balance Mark's sins. After Stan graduated
from community college with advanced degrees in accounting and marketing, he
found a job with the largest women's shelter and support center in the
state. In his time with them, Stan became a skilled fundraiser and managed the
organization's finances. Mark may hurt women, but Stan would ensure that at
least some would be protected and cared for. This month though, cash flow was
tighter than it had ever been. If Stan only had his half of his parents'
estate, he could help float the shelter through. But Mark refused to
communicate with Stan.

'To hell with him.' Stan declared. 'He won't be able to ignore me if
I'm standing in his house.'

Stan drove to Mark's opulent mansion and found himself barred by a gate.
Mark wouldn't answer the gate bell. Shocking. Stan screamed in frustration
and pulled his car parallel to the fence. He climbed up onto his car's roof,
and then worked his way over the top of the fence. He marched up to the front
door, and found it locked. Ringing the bell achieved nothing. He walked around
the house until he found an unlocked side door into the garage, and from there
an unsecured door into the house.

'Mark!! You asshat!! I'm not leaving until you talk to me!! Where are
you!!'

Stan explored the house. It took forever to look through the main floor, then
through the upstairs rooms. There was an empty glass on the table in the game
room and the TV was still on, so the jerk had to be here somewhere. Stan found
a staircase down and descended into a basement gym. He heard something. He
rounded the corner into an endless room full of expensive exercise equipment
and rows of weights. There he found Mark. He was hanging from his arms in a
giant shower, bloodied, bruised and with a ball gag in his mouth. Stan
couldn't help but laugh. Then he realized this was serious.

'Mark, what the fuck'? Stan asked as sense of panic began to set in and he
struggled to release the ball gag from Mark's mouth.

As Cindy, Katherine and Angie were preparing to leave the diner, Katherine's
phone buzzed in alarm. Katherine looked at the screen and her eyes widened,
then widened again.

'Shit!' she growled. 'We have a break in! We've got to go. Cindy you
go with Angie in her car.'

Katherine sprinted out of the diner, got in the Range Rover and peeled out of
the parking lot. Cindy and Angie followed her as fast as they could. Katherine
sped through the return trip in 20 minutes. She saw a strange car pulled up
next to the gate, but the gate was securely closed. She opened it, pulled the
Rover up to the front door and bounded inside as Angie pulled her car up.
Katherine headed directly to the security panel to locate the intruder.

'Gym!' she hissed.

Cindy sped down the stairs, and she heard voices. She rounded the corner and
ran into the gym, with Katherine and Angie close on her heels. She saw a short
skinny guy trying to free Mark.

Stan was still struggling with the ball gag when Mark's face turned from
anger into hysteria. Stan suddenly found himself choking. A huge tan arm
gripped his neck and yanked him away from Mark. Stan's hands shot up to the
thick, stony limb, but his weak grip would find no purchase on it. He felt
nothing but hard muscle restraining him. On one side of his neck was a wide
and rippling forearm. On the other, a thick ball of bicep. Stan's adam's
apple was forced into the crook between the two rocky muscles. He felt a hand
palm the back of his head, forcefully shoving his neck deeper and deeper into
the muscular vice. Stan's feet left the ground and his body swung around to
face a mirrored wall. There he saw the frightening image of his small body
dangling from a very large arm as he was being choked out by a big and very
angry woman. As darkness closed in around his field of vision, he had a
strangely lucid thought about how beautiful she was. Then blackness took him.

When Stan regained consciousness, he found himself restrained in the shower
room not far from Mark. Instead of being hung up, Stan was laying down on an
incline bench, his legs hanging off either side. His wrists were tied to a
barbell on a rack over his head. He tried to grip the bar and move it before
he realized it had 400 pounds of plates on it. Stan turned to see Mark, who
was no longer gagged, but was clearly out of it. He tried to push on the bar
again.

'That barbell weighs 4 times what you do, pussy bitch. You aren't moving
it anywhere.' The voice was deep and threatening.

For the first time, Stan was able to clearly see his muscle bound attackers as
they walked into the shower room and surrounded him. There was the big,
muscular tanned blonde who choked him out, an equally powerful looking
platinum blonde and the largest looking human he had ever seen. The two
blondes were in revealing exercise gear, their shredded and vascular bodies on
full display. The massive woman who spoke to him was in stretchy tights and a
sweatshirt. Even though none of her skin was showing, she couldn't hide her
bigger than life physique.

Cindy straddled the end of the incline bench and sat down. Now face to face,
Stan realized that his thought that she was beautiful was a massive
understatement. But it wasn't her beauty that was intimidating to Stan, it
was her swollen musculature. Her prominent breasts were set atop thick plates
of striated muscle. He was hypnotized by her breathing, which made her deeply
set cobblestone abs roll. Strange muscles slashed down along both side of her
abs and descended, along with thick veins, into the waistband of her workout
shorts. Stan snapped his eyes up, embarrassed. Cindy crossed her arms over her
ample chest and regarded him with a raised eyebrow.

'Like what you see, perv'?

'I'm sorry!' Stan pleaded, not taking his eyes away from hers.

'Who are you? Why did you break in here'? The pale skinned musclewoman
standing over him asked.

Stan's frightened eyes looked up at Katherine, and then back down to Cindy.
He took a second too long to answer. Cindy uncrossed her long arms and slapped
Stan with an open palm. It didn't look like she tried to hit him that hard,
but it felt like he had been pounded with a brick. When he didn't start
talking right away, Cindy stood up and gripped him by his shirt collar. She
slapped him over and over, harder and harder. Stan wailed in agony.

'Please stop hurting me! I'll tell you anything!'

Cindy stopped hitting Stan and shook him hard. 'Talk fast or you'll wind
up like him.' Cindy nodded at the groggy Mark.

Stan sang like a bird. He told them he was Mark's brother and that he had
been trying to make Mark talk to him. Katherine shook her head.

'I've seen no evidence anywhere that the douchebag has a brother. You're
lying. You must be one of his disgusting friends.'

Cindy slapped Stan again, drawing another wounded cry from him.

The cries finally woke Mark up. He saw the bitches beating up on Stan and
laughed weakly. This was priceless!

Katherine turned to the laughing Mark, 'Well, is he your brother'?

'Keep hitting him, maybe he'll tell you the truth.' Mark sputtered with
a grin.

The women looked at each other in confusion. Mark was enjoying this too much.
Angie nodded towards the door and they walked out, leaving Stan and Mark
alone.

Stan took a deep breath and tried to stop crying. It only made Mark laugh at
him more.

'You asshole!' Stan wailed. Here we go, one more time. You've clearly
done something to these women and now I'm going to pay for your shit
AGAIN!'

Mark's laughter caused sharp pains to radiate from his cracked ribs. He
looked at Stan with disdain and hissed, 'I couldn't care less about you
and what you pay for. You're weak and you deserve everything you get!'

The women stood out of sight of the shower room, but within earshot. 'Do you
think there's a chance he's telling the truth'? Cindy asked.

Katherine thought for a minute. We've got his wallet, so we know where he
lives. 'Later tonight after dark, I'll go to his place and toss it. I'll
find out who he really is.'

Angie looked impatient. 'In the meantime, I still haven't had a chance to
play. I didn't come here to break some scrawny nobody. I want Adams.'

As soon as the three walked back into the shower, Stan and Mark shut up. Cindy
and Katherine leaned against the glass shower wall while Angie strolled up to
Mark. He tried to restrain his gasp at her size.

'Well look at who I finally get to meet.' Angie's deep bass voice
reverberated through Mark's body as she looked down on him like he was a
worthless worm.

Angie ran her fingers up Mark's flat chest. They were rough like sandpaper
on his bare skin. When her hand reached his neck, she gently wrapped her
fingers all the way around the narrow stump. Angie smiled at him as she lifted
her index finger to tickle Mark's earlobe. Her smile remained as she
tightened her fingers around his neck. Mark began to convulse almost
immediately as he fought to breathe. When he turned purple and was on the cusp
of unconsciousness, Angie released him. Mark gulped in air as Angie laughed.

'What a fragile little bitch.'

She patted him on the cheek twice. Her third pat had enough force to spin his
head around so hard Mark thought it might snap off. He was truly afraid for
his life now. The size of this beast of a woman was incomprehensible. He was
about to learn how true that really was.

Angie began to strip off her sweatshirt. As tight as it was around her upper
body, it was strangely loose around her waist. She crossed her arms, grabbed
onto the dangling hem and peeled the sweatshirt over her head and off her
thick arms with difficulty. In the process, Angie turned her back to Mark.
Underneath, Angie was topless. Cindy and Katherine both gawked at their first
view of Angie's god-like upper body.

'Oh my fucking GOD!' Cindy whispered as she put her hand over her mouth.
'Angie! How did you get so big'?

'You like'? Angie said saucily.

Katherine's hand immediately dropped to her crotch and she began to massage
herself. An erotic chill when up Cindy's spine that was visible as a quaking
in her limbs.

'I'll take that as a yes.' Angie smirked proudly. 'Take a good look at
my temple.'

With that Angie dramatically hefted her arms into the most imposing double
bicep pose either woman had ever seen. Angie's 21-inch peaks rose
majestically. Stan had to blink over and over to believe what he was seeing
from the side. Her waist was thick, at least two of him thick. But compared to
the thickness of her upper body, Angie's waist looked positively waifish.
Her upper torso was easily four times as deep.

Mark's view of Angie's show was horrifying to a man who viewed women as
toys for his pleasure. Her mass of beef made his dick shrivel and his
testicles retreat. Her back was cartoonishly big and looked like a giant
inverted pyramid. The women Mark liked to ogle had actual backbones you could
see. The fitter ones might have some muscle on the side of their spines. The
spine on this monster was buried in a canyon of muscle inches deep. Two
vertical columns rose up from her waist like pillars. As they rose on her
back, they widened and appeared to support a landscape of bulges that roiled
and twitched like independently living creatures. Giant etched balls of
shoulder guarded the pathway to her arms. Rising from those arms were tall
rounded biceps that stood above the landscape of muscle like observatories.
Her forearms pressed against the angry veiny biceps, looking as thick as his
legs. Mark shivered uncontrollably.

Angie uncoiled her arms with a wink to her girlfriends, then she turned around
to face Mark. With a vicious scowl, Angie extended her arms out to her sides,
palms down. She began to wiggle her fingers, which caused ripples like
slithering pythons in her forearms. She clenched her fists and tensed herself.
Big veins appeared all over her arms. Slowly, so slowly, Angie curled her arms
in towards her chest. Every second brought more of her mass into contraction.
Veins popped, striations formed, bulging muscle rippled. Her traps rose from
her back like rocky mountains emerging from the swells of an angry ocean of
muscle. Angie's nostrils began to flare. Then she bared her teeth and began
a low growl. By the time her arms were fully in front of her, Angie was in a
full roar. Mark pissed himself.

Angie relaxed her flex and stood to her full 6'2 height over the quaking
Mark. She lifted him by his neck, unhooked his wrists from the ceiling and
lowered him to his feet. Mark was so weak and fearful, that he had to lean
into Angie's hand around his throat to stay upright. Angie had other plans.
Her free paw grabbed Mark by the crotch. She pressed him over her head and
slammed him down onto the tile floor. Mark's battered body writhed. Angie
stripped off her tights and reached for Mark's head. She grabbed two
handfuls of hair and brought his head up to her bare crotch.

'Showing you how weak you are is making me horny. You're going to fix
that.'

Mark was delirious with fear. His face was nearing a snarling vagina that
threatened to consume him. Her massive clit was erect and sticking straight
out of her slit like a temple guardian. As Mark's face was pressed against
the dripping wet maw, he did the only thing his fear would let him do: He bit
down.

Angie screamed, more in shock than in pain. Mark had bitten down on her clit,
but he was so weak, that there wasn't much force behind it. Angie unleashed
a crippling backhand on Mark's face that dropped him to the floor. Cindy and
Katherine rushed to help, but Angie waved them off.

'I'm fine.' She told them, 'But he won't be.'

Angie saw a tooth on the floor that she had slapped out of Mark's mouth and
began to laugh. To Mark it sounded like a drumbeat of doom.

'Boy, you've given me a great idea.' She rumbled acidly.

Angie gripped Mark around the neck, lifted him to waist height and tilted his
head up to face her.

'You use your teeth on me? Then you lose them.'

Mark looked up at his tormenter with renewed fear as she pulled her big fist
up over his face.

Angie's first punch went straight down onto Mark's mouth with measured
force. Her knuckles struck his front teeth and knocked out four of them. Mark
shrieked in pain and spit out the teeth. Angie grinned cruelly, then proceeded
to continue her fist driven dismantling of his dental work until Mark had no
teeth left. She dropped his bleeding and unconscious body on the floor and
walked over to Stan. Cindy and Katherine hung Mark back up. Stan whimpered
with unrestrained fear as he looked up at Angie. When she reached her hands
out to him, he started to screech. She took hold of his pants and ripped them
apart and threw them to the side leaving him naked from the waist down. She
gripped the collar of his t-shirt, effortlessly ripped it off his body then
turned and walked back to Mark. Angie used Stan's t-shirt as a towel,
soaking up her sweat. When she was done, she wadded up the wet cloth and
jammed it in Mark's toothless mouth as a bandage for his bleeding gums.

'Alright,' Angie roared,' I was getting horny and that little fuck was
going to get me off. Now what am I going to do!'

Angie looked lasciviously at Cindy and Katherine, who slowly approached her
with lust in their eyes as well. Cindy caressed Angie's upper body and
worshiped her nipples with butterfly kisses. Katherine went low and chewed at
Angie's clit like it was a piece of candy from the angels. Angie was so
worked up that it took no time for her to reach climax.

Girl cum streamed down Angie's legs as her eyes bored into Stan's. He was
mortally embarrassed and tried to look anywhere but at the naked woman. Angie
reveled in his discomfort as she lowered herself to sit on the end of his
incline bench. Her sodden sex squished on the vinyl covering.

'Eye's front, pussy bitch!' Angie growled at him. 'Girls, your turn.
Come to Mama.'

Stan reluctantly looked up at the most frightening person he ever imagined
while Cindy and Katherine approached, pulling off their shorts and bras. Angie
took them each roughly by the waist and pulled them to either side of her. She
snaked her massive arms straight out between their legs until her unflexed
biceps rested under their moist crotches. Angie raised her arms up until the
two big women were lifted from their feet. Both women squealed in surprise and
pleasure as they scrambled for a grip on Angie's delts and traps. Angie gave
a deep throated laugh, then lowered them just enough so that they could stand
on their tiptoes. Angie glared at Stan again, then flexed her arms hard. Her
inhuman bicep peaks rose and pressed hard into Cindy's and Katherine's
vaginas. Both women moaned loudly. Angie moved her wrists and manipulated her
muscles so that the hard balls massaged them with erogenous vigor. Both Cindy
and Katherine swiveled their hips and rode themselves to mind blowing bicep
driven orgasms, bellowing out their screams of delight.

Stan stared at the sight as ordered by Angie. He was beet red. Watching this
was wrong! But in spite of the shame, Stan couldn't help but be consumed by
arousal. The display of muscle, the intoxicating power, the aroma of arousal,
the raw sex appeal of the three women all conspired to turn Stan into a
panting dog. His erection was harder than it had ever been in his life.

'Hey Cindy,' Angie said, nodding to Stan's stiff penis, 'The scrawny
one likes us when we play.'

Cindy looked at Stan's erection with disgust.

'You fucking pervert.' Cindy cursed as she dismounted Angie's arm. The
muscles on her thick legs heaved and hardened as she stomped over to his side.
She lifted a leg over Stan, her thick dangling hamstring on full display. Stan
was alternately filled with lust and fright. As Cindy powered her foot down on
his exposed testicles, he was consumed by pain and then darkness.

The women left their unconscious victims and went to shower. When they were
dressed, Cindy retrieved Stan's car and stashed it in the garage while Angie
made dinner. Katherine took the Range Rover for a visit to Stan's home.

He lived in a garden apartment in much less affluent part of town. It wasn't
bad, just old and run down. Katherine arrived after dark and was able to enter
the apartment using Stan's keys without being seen. His one-bedroom
apartment was sparely furnished; He certainly didn't have much stuff.
Katherine found Stan's computer and was quickly able to start piecing
together his real identity. Stan Adams was, in fact, Mark's brother. She
found old family photos and sure enough, there were the two boys, recognizable
even at a young age. Katherine was intrigued by this mystery. With Mark's
enormous online presence, how had there been no hint of a brother? There were
other mysteries. She identified the women's shelter as Stan's employer. He
made an ok salary, but he had almost nothing in his bank account. This
apartment certainly didn't cost much. She soon found that he donated a large
percentage of his wages back into the shelter. He was intentionally living
like a monk, but why? Katherine began to sweep the apartment and located a
file cabinet full of interesting discoveries. The most vivid were Stan's
college files. Katherine found the story that Stan had uncovered about
Mark's sabotage of his college ambitions. She also found a copy of the will
left by Stan and Mark's parents.

'Damn,' she thought, 'this explains the untouched trust that Mark
controlled. That fuck was supposed to share it.'

Katherine worked through the night. She built a narrative around Stan's life
that made perfect sense but was utterly unbelievable. He was a good man who
had lived through intolerable abuses by his own brother.

Katherine left the apartment as the sun was rising. She quietly closed the
front door and turned to leave but was brought up short by a tiny elderly
woman looking at her from the doorway of the opposite apartment.

'Well hi there deary!' The elderly woman said cheerily. 'I'm Nancy.
Are you a friend of Stan's'?

Katherine was startled but recovered quickly. 'Yes, I am.' She said with a
gracious smile and a friendly tilt of her head.

Nancy looked tickled. 'Oh! That's so wonderful! I'm so glad to see Stan
dating and making friends! That boy works so hard and is such a good person.
He deserves to be happy. He helps me with my shopping. Those bags get so
heavy, you know.'

'Mm hmm,' Katherine said patiently. 'Have you known Stan long'?

'Oh, yes. Since he moved in five years ago. He's been a godsend to me.
He's so nice and attentive. All he does is take care of other people. Not
like that awful brother of his. Stay away from that one, dearie. He's just a
mean so and so. He's done nothing but cheat that wonderful boy.'

'Thanks for the warning, Nancy. I'll watch out for him. It was nice
talking to you.'

Katherine turned and walked away as the blood drained from her face.'

Nancy waved. 'Bye dearie! I hope I get to see you again!'

The knot in Katherine's stomach was almost crippling as she got in the Range
Rover and rushed back to the mansion.

'Dear God,' she said out loud to herself, 'what have we done.'

Katherine called for Cindy and Angie as soon as she walked in the door. She
ran down to the gym and heard Cindy yelling.

'You need to come clean, you little fuck. You're one of his friends,
aren't you? You're part of his little games? AREN'T YOU!'

Katherine rounded the corner to see Cindy's rippling arm cocked back and
ready to drive her fist into a cowering Stan.

'CINDY! STOP!'

Katherine's shrieks made Cindy and Angie jump out of their skins. Katherine
grabbed Cindy's fist with both hands.

'PLEASE STOP!'

Katherine pushed herself between Cindy and Stan and desperately tried to untie
him from the barbell.

'Kat, what the hell are you doing'? Cindy asked incredulously.

Mark watched the scene unfold. 'Aw come on, this was just getting good.'
He wheezed.

Katherine spun around to Mark with barely controlled rage in her eyes. 'SHUT
THE FUCK UP YOU BASTARD!' she yelled as she punched Mark in his cracked
ribs.

Katherine returned to fumbling with the ropes, her voice increasingly full of
emotion.

'Please, you have to trust me! We have to get him loose!'

Angie pushed Katherine aside and snapped the ropes on both of Stan's wrists
with her fingers. Katherine scooped Stan up in a cradle and rushed out of the
gym.

'We have to get Stan away from him.' She cried as she rushed out the door.

Stan was utterly confused. He gripped his fingers onto the ridges of
Katherine's tensely flexed back and shoulder and held on for dear life as
she bounded up the stairs.

Cindy and Angie followed Katherine up to the master bedroom, where she lay
Stan on the large bed. Katherine sat on the edge of the bed next to Stan,
running her fingers through his hair.

She kept repeating 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' as her chin quivered.

'Katherine,' Angie boomed, 'what happened'?

Katherine took a deep breath and recounted the entire story in a quivery
voice. Stan sat, incredulous. He knew his life's story better than anyone.
But to hear someone else recount it, gory detail after gory detail, filled him
with heartbreak. He began to cry. When Katherine mentioned the elderly woman,
Nancy, Stan's eyes, filled with defensive fury.

'You didn't hurt her, did you? If you did, so help me'!'

Katherine grabbed Stan's head in both of her hands and looked him squarely
in the eyes. 'No Stan, I didn't touch her. She was sweet and kind, and she
adores you.'

Stan calmed down, and Katherine released him, silently mouthing 'I'm
sorry.' Stan nodded to her.

Katherine finished with the details that she had pieced together and looked at
Stan.

'Is there anything I missed'?

Stan took a deep breath and filled in the missing gaps for the women. As the
story unfolded, Angie stood as still as a statue, arms folded across her
chest, grinding her jaw. Cindy took the revelations much harder. Her eyes
welled with tears. As Stan finished, she sat at the end of the bed, head
buried in her hands, mumbling 'No, No, No,' over and over.

Angie finally spoke. 'Well shit, I guess we fucked this up. Now we have two
victims to punish Mark for.'

Stan looked at the three of them. 'So, who are you and why are YOU all here?
What did Mark do to you'?

Katherine recounted Cindy's rape at Mark's hands and how it affected all
of their lives. Stan brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms
around his legs. He lay his head on his knees and started to cry again.

'I hate him so much. I'm so sorry he did those things to you.'

Katherine placed her hands on the sides of Stan's face and wiped away his
tears with her thumbs.

'Can you ever forgive us for hurting you? Katherine pleaded to Stan.

He took one of Katherine's hands in his and brought it to his lips. He
kissed it gently.

'Yes.' Stan whispered. 'This is all Mark's fault. Not yours.'

Katherine pulled Stan into her hard chest and hugged him.

Cindy was still sobbing with her head in her hands. Stan crawled over to the
end of the bed and gingerly laid his hand on her beefy shoulder. She sniffed
and threw her head back for a second before turning to look at him.

'Cindy, he's tried to ruin all of us. But we can't let him. We just
can't let him win. I know you were only acting out of anger towards him. I
was in the wrong place at the wrong time.'

Cindy shook her head at him. 'You stupid, forgiving, noble man.' She
turned to take Stan into her arms and drug him around in front of her. She
held him tight to her and nuzzled his face.

'I'm so sorry I hurt you so badly.' She cried.

'I know.' Stan whispered back into her ear.

Everyone was spent and they needed energy to think straight. Angie left to
make them food, while Katherine went looking for clothes for Stan.

Cindy cradled Stan's naked body and took him into the bathroom. She set him
on his feet in the shower, took off her clothes and joined him. She let the
hot spray relax them both, then gently pulled him into an embrace. Stan's
mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He had gone from shock to fear to arousal
and back to fear with these women, especially with Cindy. And the pain, so
much pain. And now he was standing with the devastatingly beautiful muscle
goddess, in the nude. His face rested in a sweet spot at the confluence of her
pecs, traps and delts. Her heavy breasts pressed against his shoulders and
chest, her thick nipples erect and pressing into him. As they hugged, Stan
felt Cindy's nipples get harder. He pulled back and looked down at them. He
looked back up to Cindy's eyes as he felt her breathing become more ragged.

'May I kiss you there'? Stan asked softly?

Cindy licked her lips and nodded. Stan stooped slightly and gave each nipple a
gentle kiss. The small aureole around each nipple wrinkled and hardened with
pleasure. He used the tip of his tongue to trace around the nipples, making
them harden even further. Cindy flushed as she pressed his head into a breast.
Stan pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, letting it slide out
between his soft lips. Cindy dropped a hand to her vagina and began to slowly
massage herself. Stan looked back up at her and dropped to his knees. He
rubbed his hand on each of her meaty calves.

'Please Cindy,' he pleaded, 'let me do that for you.'

Cindy gazed at him for a moment. Stan was the first man she had been with
since her rape so many years ago, and it felt nice. This wasn't pity she
felt for him. She wasn't trying to make up for her actions. He was making
her feel good and she wanted it to continue. He was so gentle, so reverent,
so'submissive. Cindy eventually led an active sex life after her rape, but
with herself or other women, including Katherine and Angie. They were equals
and they turned each other on. But Stan, he was a good four inches shorter
than her, so much smaller, so much weaker. He was a man she would never be
threatened by. And he wanted to please her. She moved her hand from her vagina
to the back of his head and pulled him up between her legs.

Even under hot running water, Stan could smell Cindy's arousal, and it
affected him deeply. As his head rose to meet her sex, he ran his fingers
through the neatly trimmed V of dark blonde hair and then around to Cindy's
large ridged backside. Cindy spread her legs and tilted her hips wantonly.
Stan used a soft tongue to lick from the bottom of her vagina to the top,
sticking it in deeply as he moved. At the top, he stiffened the tip of his
tongue and ran it the length of the underside of Cindy's stiff long clit.
When he got to the tip, he pulled its length into his mouth and sucked on it
hard. His finger curled up in her vagina while he sucked, rubbing her G spot.
Stan's ministrations, and his submissiveness, drove Cindy to a mind-blowing
climax. She pressed her hands against the sides of the wide shower to hold
herself upright. The muscles in her legs and core, accustomed to being strong
and immovable, were now quivering and weak. Cindy gasped for breath as she
rode out her orgasm with Stan's face pressed into her. When the sensations
passed and she was steady, Cindy pulled Stan up by his upper arms. She kissed
him deeply, her tongue exploring every corner of his mouth before pulling
away.

'Thank you!' she panted.

Stan was so pleased that he pleased her. He smiled with barely disguised
pride. Cindy took a washcloth and wiped off his mouth and face. She soaped up
his body and rubbed him all over.

Every move of her body caused muscles he couldn't even name to writhe and
ripple. He started to get hard again.

'I guess I should be flattered.' Cindy said with a half smirk.

Cindy leaned down to gently cup his balls. 'Do they still hurt'?

Stan grimaced. 'Yes.' He croaked.

'Maybe this will help.' Cindy smiled as she wrapped her arms around
Stan's thighs and picked him straight up. She used her tongue to lasso his
erection, brought it into her mouth and quickly sucked him to orgasm. After he
was spent, Cindy let him slip down until his head was level with hers and they
cuddled.

'Get a room, you two.' Katherine sassed as she walked into the bathroom
with clothes for Stan.

Katherine's surprise appearance made Stan's body stiffen in Cindy's arms
and his face go red.

Katherine slipped off her clothes and joined the pair in the shower.

'What's wrong little guy? I've already seen you naked. And I know how
hard it is to control yourself around Cindy.'

As Katherine teased Stan, she ran her fingers up and down his bony back. It
gave Stan chills despite the hot water. Cindy turned to the side so Stan could
see Katherine, who leaned down and sucked one of his lips into hers.

'My little man is getting hard again.' Cindy giggled as she felt Stan's
erection bud against her abs.

'Well then it's my turn.' Katherine declared. She took Stan from
Cindy's arms and cradled him. 'You've earned this, Little Toy.'

Katherine's hard ridged muscles flexed as she curled Stan several times,
taking him in her mouth every time she curled him up. Her strength, dominance
and tongue drove Stan to cum again. Katherine drank it all in, sucking his
erection clean. She set him down on wobbly legs. Stan had his arms around the
two strongest women he had ever been with, just to stay upright.

'You two are'unbelievable. Like, magnificent unbelievable.'

Cindy and Katherine belly laughed at Stan

Katherine shut the water off and threw towels at everyone. 'We need to be
done and get downstairs, or you'll see what a magnificently unbelievable
Angie is like when you make her wait to eat.'

Cindy, Katherine and Stan appeared downstairs in the kitchen, looking only
slightly more innocent than guilty schoolchildren. Angie glared at all of
them.

'FYI, I heard the moans all the way down here. My machine needs feeding, so
let's go!'

No one wanted a hangry Angie, so they sat as ordered and she served up big
heaping plates of baked chicken, vegetables and rice. Stan's eyes bugged out
of his head.

'Uh, I don't think I can eat this much food.'

Angie rolled her eyes at Stan. 'Listen scrawny, these big mean muscle girls
are gonna fuck you straight through the mattress if you don't get some meat
on your bones. So eat!'

The women guffawed at the embarrassed Stan while they cleaned their plates.
After eating, the foursome got serious about how they should proceed with
Mark. The women talked for an hour. They knew they couldn't keep him tied up
in the gym forever. What they weren't sure of was how to control him. Would
fear of their return keep him quiet and in line? Stan listened intently the
entire time, never speaking. Finally, he shook his head and interrupted them.

'Ladies, you've got this entirely wrong.'

The women looked up at Stan in surprise.

'Well he's a mouthy little pussy bitch, isn't he'? Angie observed.

'Look,' Stan continued, 'it's clear you didn't think this whole
thing through. I know Mark better than all of you. You can't keep him in
line.' Stan was practically yelling now. 'He'll use his head and his
money to find a way to get back at you. And you won't ever see it coming.
He's a devious, evil shit.'

The women looked at each other and then back at Stan. Katherine was the first
to speak.

'Since you know him best, what do you suggest'?

Stan looked deep inside himself before he looked back at his captors turned
lovers. Did he really want to do this? Could he go to a dark place for the
first time in his life? Yes.

'If we want to stop him from coming back at you and me, if we want to stop
him from ever hurting anyone again, we have to kill him.'

Cindy and Katherine sat in stunned silence. Angie smiled. Stan was correct,
they hadn't thought this through to a conclusion. As they contemplated his
idea and the consequences of all of their possible courses of action, they
came to the same conclusion. Stan was right. Mark had to go. Katherine perked
her head up suddenly.

'You know, Mark has a trust. All of his assets are in it, all his money,
this house, your parents' inheritance, everything. What the trust is
missing, is a beneficiary.'

'What does that mean'? Angie asked.

'It means the money goes to no one.' Cindy answered.

'Right,' Katherine continued. 'But the dumbass gave me his durable power
of attorney. I can amend his trust and add a beneficiary.'

'Won't that look suspicious, if we give ourselves his money'? Angie
asked.

'It won't look suspicious if the beneficiary is his closest living
relative.' Katherine said.

The three women all turned to Stan.

'I guess there was a good reason for me stumble into this after all.' Stan
mumbled.

This could work.

Katherine spent the next day working with the attorney to make Stan the
beneficiary of Mark's trust. She was right, it raised no suspicion and was
done quickly. While she was doing her part, Cindy, Angie and Stan laid out a
plan to hide the killing. The only thing left to decide was how to end Mark.

Stan was thinking out loud. 'Since we're setting up an accident, we
can't use a gun.'

'Oh yes we can.' Angie said.

She stood and ambled over to Stan. 'We're using the only gun you'll ever
need.'

As she loomed over Stan, Angie flexed her monstrous bicep. 'This is the kind
of gun a scrawny pussy bitch wouldn't understand.'

Stan's head was back and his eyes wide as he stared at the looming 21-inch
muscle.

'Get up here and kiss it.' Angie half smiled as she made her demand and
bounced the round split peak. 'She wants to know you care.'

'Angie, don't do that to him. He doesn't deserve it.' Cindy said
defensively.

'Don't worry Babe, he wants it. You can see it in his eyes.'

Angie was right. While Stan's face was a mixture of conflicting emotions,
desire appeared to be winning. Stan was still intimidated and scared of Angie.
But his experiences with Cindy and Katherine had awoken a muscle lust he
didn't know he possessed. Faced with the most muscular person he had ever
seen, his new and growing compulsion to serve powerful women was only tempered
by his fear. He stood, and tentatively rose on his tip toes to reach the godly
limb. Angie waited, her other hand on her hip. As Stan's lips neared, she
flexed hard, filling her thick veins with blood and creating a web of
vascularity. Stan kissed her bicep reverently, unable to tear his eyes away
from it as he sat back down.

'Mmm.' Angie hummed. 'See, I can play nice too.'

Cindy smirked at Angie as she rubbed the back of Stan's head.

Katherine walked in waving a binder of papers.

'This is it. The trust is done.'

Cindy filled her in on the plan the rest of them had developed.

'There's still a lot of room for something to go wrong,' Katherine
responded, 'But it's a good plan. We go tonight.'

After dark, the women filed into the gym shower. Mark looked up and smirked
through his swollen and bruised face.

'What's taken you bitches so long'? He said in a low gravelly voice.

Then Stan entered the shower room.

'What, you're all friends now? Classic. My twin brother is pussy whipped.
You pathetic fuck.'

Angie stood directly in front of Mark, blocking his view of everything else.
She stared down at him but didn't speak. Katherine appeared from behind her
with a syringe in her hand. Mark recognized it from his drug stash; it was the
syringe he used to inject heroin, and it was full. Katherine jammed the needle
in a vein on his arm and gave Mark the entire dose.

'Oh, I'm gonna feel good!' He said with a smile. 'You can't OD me if
that's what you're thinking. I'm a BEAST with this stuff.'

Mark experienced the rush quickly, and after a few minutes, he started to
become sedated. Katherine dropped several pills in his mouth, along with a
small amount of water. She pinched his nose and forced him to swallow. Mark
was drugged up like a champion. It was time to end this.

Angie pulled Mark's head down so his chin was on his chest. She hauled back
her man crushing arm and swung hard at the side of his head with all the force
of her weight and power. Her wrecking ball of a fist shattered Mark's skull.
Inside his head, Mark's brain slammed into the opposite wall of his skull.
It was traumatized in a way no human organ was designed to survive. Mark died
instantly.

Cindy and Stan held hands as they stared at Mark's dead body. They both felt
a sense of relief now that the source of their unbearable anguish had
confronted justice, and lost. Katherine turned her gaze to Cindy and thought
about the shame and guilt she held on to over Cindy's rape. With the rapist
vanquished, she could now begin to let it go. Angie turned and looked at the
three of them. She thought about how horny she was and wondered which of them
would suck her off next.

Photos, drugs and leather straps weren't the only items Katherine discovered
in Mark's hidden room of horrors. She also found a body bag. Angie stuffed
Mark's corpse inside and carried him to the garage, stashing his body in the
back of the Range Rover.

It was a perfect night for their plan. The sky was moonless and cloudy, the
atmosphere foggy. A light persistent drizzle had been raining down all day.
Visibility was low and the roads were slick. Stan, dressed in one of Mark's
hoodies, drove his Porsche 911 out the front gate and turned right, towards
the mountains. There were few other cars on the road at this hour. Whenever
Stan passed a traffic camera, he made sure his hood was pulled up to hide his
face, and he intentionally drove erratically. At the peak of the mountain
ridge road, he pulled off onto the shoulder and waited.

Katherine, Cindy and Angie pulled out of the driveway several minutes after
Stan left. They went in the opposite direction and took a circuitous route up
to the ridge road where they met Stan. Angie hauled Mark's body out of the
truck and belted him into the driver's seat of the Porsche. Stan opened the
engine compartment and cut a small hole in the fuel line. Cindy lit a road
flare and tossed it in the car. Angie got behind the car and gave it a running
push with all of her power. The Porsche rolled fast off the road, down an
embankment and then over a 400-foot cliff, disintegrating on the jagged rocks
below. The leaking fuel from the full gas tank met the flare's fire and the
car exploded in a dramatic fireball. It burned brightly until every part of
it, including Mark, was nothing more than a cinder.

The group returned to the Range Rover and drove back down the mountain.
Katherine dropped Stan and Cindy off at a restaurant on the way back to the
mansion. From there, they each caught a Lyft to their respective homes.
Katherine drove Angie back to the mansion, and Angie took her car home.
Katherine spent the night cleaning down the shower room with bleach to remove
any traces of blood, then went to bed. The group was to remain separated and
out of touch with each other, with one exception. Cindy called Stan every day
to check on him and keep him focused. All they could do now was wait.

The next day, the police came to the mansion. They asked Katherine if she knew
of Mark's whereabouts. She told them he had left the night before in his
Porsche and had not returned. They told her about a car crash, a body with no
teeth and burned beyond recognition. She told the detectives about Mark's
weird lifestyle, his fetishes, and showed them his room full of drugs, photos
of unconscious women and a bag of his own teeth. The detectives were disgusted
and took the material as evidence. Toxicology reports came back quickly,
showing Mark had been on a nearly lethal combination of drugs. Within the
week, the police closed the case of his death as a drug overdose that led to
an accidental car wreck on a slippery mountain road in low visibility. No one
mourned Mark's passing.

Katherine called Stan and told him to meet her at the attorney's office.
There Stan was told that he was now the trustee of Mark's $300,000,000
estate. As Katherine drove Stan home to the mansion, now his mansion, his
emotions were a ping pong ball. He was relieved to be free of Mark. He wanted
to be happy, but guilt plagued him. The women all knew that Stan's emotions
and sense of responsibility made him a weak link in their chain. He would have
to be watched carefully.

Katherine got Stan home just as he began to break down. She walked him into
the living room and made him comfortable on a large couch. She ran to change
into shorts and a tank top and got him something to drink. When she returned,
Stan was staring straight ahead with moist eyes and a vacant expression.
Katherine sat behind him and pulled him into her. His back was pressed up
against her wide chest and her strong arms wrapped around him. Stan looked
down and absentmindedly ran his fingers over the hard ridges in her forearms.
It calmed him. He leaned his head back onto her hard shoulder. They talked for
hours, about everything and nothing, about hopes and dreams and the future.
Katherine, Cindy and Angie knew what Stan's future needed to look like, and
Katherine steered him towards it.

Katherine really enjoyed the hours talking to Stan. Her dating life never did
lead to much. Guys fell into two camps with her. The gym rats who were mostly
into themselves, and guys who just wanted to get into her pants. Often her
choices in men straddled both groups. Stan was just a good guy. He didn't
have the sexiest bod, and he didn't prioritize fitness in his own life.
Still, he was a cutie, he was comfortable in his own skin, he had ambitions
and goals, and he really wanted to make her and the girls happy. Stan was
great and he would be fun for them to keep. The thought made her randy.

Katherine began to slowly ratchet up the pressure of her arms around Stan. She
had one leg off the couch and the other lying next to him. She slowly brought
both legs up, trapping his legs together between hers. Stan's attention
turned to her strong quads as she flexed them for him. She heard him whisper
'Wow.' His finger traced thick veins and the deep, feathered ridges in her
quads as they rippled. Then he realized he was struggling to breathe. He
looked back up at Katherine with a questioning look.

'What's happening'? he asked in a tone that bordered on worry. Even
though his trust in Katherine was growing, he still didn't really know these
women.

'I'm training you.' She said brightly.

'Huh? For what'?

'To last.' She answered with devious grin.

She started rubbing his crotch with her flexed calf. The bulging muscle
pressed hard on him. She moved her foot, flexing the calf and massaging
Stan's rapidly stiffening manhood. When she judged that he was nearing
climax, she lifted her leg and dropped her foot on his rod and pressed hard.
She also squeezed him hard around the chest. When his cock deflated, she
started again. This time she ramped up the sensations. She unbuttoned his
shirt and opened it up. She ran her fingers lightly up his torso, giving him
the chills. When her fingers reached his nipples, she traced around them
lightly. Katherine leaned down and kissed Stan's ear as his nipples
hardened. She pinched the stiff nips between her sharp nails, causing a deep
intake of breath from Stan. Katherine's expert edging, the pleasure and the
not quite pain, drove Stan wild. When he started to moan and arch his back,
Katherine changed the game. She swiveled her body and sat on the edge of the
couch, bringing Stan's body with her. Katherine stripped off his shirt. She
stood up, still gripping Stan tightly around his chest, lifting him into air
as she rose.

'Take your pants off.' Katherine ordered.

Stan reached over her thick arms and undid his pants and let them drop off his
dangling legs. He was now naked.

'Good little toy.' She whispered.

Katherine loosened her grip and let him slide to the floor. She turned him to
face her, then pressed him down to his knees. She slowly stripped off her
clothes, flexing every muscle as they were revealed. Katherine lifted a foot
and ran her sexy toes up his kneeling torso, then used her foot to press him
backwards onto his back.

'It's time for an amazon to take you. How bad do you want it'? She
teased as she crabbed down over him and threw his whole body in the shadow of
her mass. As her milky pale musculature swelled over him, Stan was in sensory
overload. He could barely moan out 'Oh please, so badly. Please take me!!'

Katherine slowly kneeled over his prone body. She leaned down so her face was
directly over his. Her silky platinum hair fell in a curtain around their
faces. Katherine kissed him lightly on the lips.

'You know that Cindy and I grew up together. We're like sisters. We share
everything.'

Stan couldn't find his voice as her sweet breath washed over him.

Katherine continued in a sexy whisper. 'Cindy told me that you've got a
talented little mouth. Show me.'

Stan could only nod. Katherine sat up and moved her loins over his face. She
gripped his head, pulled it tight against her sex and settled down. Stan's
rational mind told how vulnerable he was in this position. Katherine's
abductors were sharp and hard and he could feel them pressing into the sides
of his neck. He had seen her brutal side unleashed on Mark. He knew the power
she contained in her muscular body could crush him like a bug. But Stan's
emotional side told his rational mind to shut the fuck up. She could hurt him,
but she wasn't. Instead, she was granting him unimagined levels of pleasure
with her dominant strength.

Stan began to pleasure Katherine's vagina and clit with rapturous
enthusiasm. His arms were constrained by her quads, so he couldn't reach her
sex with his fingers. Instead, he ran his hands over the big rippled serratus
muscles that ran up her side. Katherine liked the worshipful feeling, but she
had greater desires. She gripped his hands in hers and pulled them up to her
sensitive pink nipples. She used his fingers to pinch and roll her nipples,
sending electric waves through her nervous system. Stan did his job well, and
Katherine reached a very satisfying climax. Her vagina was usually overly
sensitive after a climax, so Katherine tried to lean up and away from Stan's
mouth. He wouldn't have it. In the throes of her rapture, Stan yanked his
hands free, clamped onto her quads and fought to keep his mouth attached to
her vagina. Katherine shrieked in painful pleasure and rolled to her side and
then her back, carrying Stan with her in her legs. With Katherine on her back
and legs spread apart momentarily, Stan could now get his hands involved in
pleasuring her. One hand went in and out of her vagina as fast as he could
move it. His other hand went back to her nipples while Stan's mouth
continued to work her clit. Katherine quickly gave in to Stan's
ministrations. The pitch of her moans became higher and higher until, finally,
she out and out screamed. The muscles in her core and legs twitched
uncontrollably as she climaxed again. The tremors were Stan's goal, and now
he pulled back and allowed Katherine to bask in the afterglow. He gently
kissed her abductors, the muscles that had held him so threateningly, then up
to her Adonis Belt, her abs and finally to her pecs. He lay on top of her
sweaty body as her breathing returned to normal.

'Oh God, Cindy was right.' She panted. 'Your little mouth is
fantastic!'

Katherine cupped the back of Stan's head and rolled over on top of him. She
gently laid his head on the floor and remounted him.

'You've earned this Little Toy.'

Stan's cock was a rigid pole. Katherine pressed it flat onto his abdomen and
rubbed her wet slit up and down the rod. Now it was Stan's turn to moan.
Katherine slid forward, slipped the head of Stan's cock into her, and
pressed her body backwards to impale herself on his full length.

'Gotta get you all lubed up, baby doll.'

Katherine sat upright, lifted her hips, then dropped her full weight on Stan,
over and over. She had the remarkable ability to squeeze his cock in her
vagina, sometimes on the ride up, sometimes on the ride down. She leaned down
to tweak his nipples, then grabbed his wrists and held them on the floor by
his head. Katherine watched Stan's level of ecstasy closely, his breathing,
the flushing of his face, how his eyes dilated, his pulse. She rode him hard
to edge of his cum line, then stopped. She dropped her full weight down the
length of his body, and squeezed him tight with her arms, quads and vagina.
Stan went from almost exploding to having the breath squeezed out of him in
one second. His eyes popped open in shock.

'Wha..what's happening'? he squeaked.

Katherine felt his cock soften slightly and smiled. She got him in time. She
relaxed the pressure on Stan and assaulted his mouth with her tongue. She sat
up, bringing him with her and pulled his face into the deep ridged canyon
between her pecs. Stan hardened again almost immediately. Katherine pushed him
back down and started riding him again. Every powerful thrust of her iron core
drew squeals from Stan as his sexual psyche was broken. Katherine could see he
was at the cum line again and so was she. She fucked him harder as she
climaxed for the third time. Stan experienced the deepest orgasm of his life
and screamed like a schoolgirl.

Katherine stopped her movement and laid back down lightly on Stan. She planted
her elbows on either side of his head and rested her chin on her fists and
stared dreamily at him. Stan's eyes were glazed and a smile as wide as her
shoulders was plastered on his mug.

'Stan? Stan baby? Breathe honey. Don't forget to breathe.' Her angelic
voice broke through the fog in Stan's brain.

'Breathe! Oh my god, I'm not breathing!' Stan thought before gulping in
much needed air.

Stan's eyes focused on Katherine's mesmerizing face.

'I can't even describe what just happened!' He panted.

Katherine giggled at him. 'Angie told you we'd fuck you through the
mattress.'

'Yeah, but that felt like I was going to be pounded through the floor!'
Stan answered.

'Aww!' Katherine said in an appreciative tone. 'You know the sweetest
things to say to a strong woman.'

Katherine kissed him again, then sat up and let his abused cock flop out of
her. She drug her loins up the length of his body, rubbing his dripping seed
onto his skin as she went. She finally arrived at his chin.

'Do you want to clean me out so I don't drip on the floor'? She asked
sweetly.

Stan knew it wasn't a question. He opened his mouth as she dropped onto his
face again. He licked her clean while he groped the rippling butt cheeks that
hung over his chest. When she was clean, Katherine stood up, gripped Stan's
wrists and pulled him up with her.

'You've had a big day Little Toy. Let's go get you cleaned up and tucked
in.'

They showered together in Stan's master suite, and then Katherine carried
him to his bed. Exhaustion swept over Stan as Katherine laid him down. He
caressed her thick triceps as she sent him off to sleep with a lingering kiss
that took his breath away. He now knew what he wanted more than anything and
he dreamt about it all night.

The next morning, Cindy came back to the mansion. Stan leapt out of his chair
in the kitchen as soon as she walked in. It was warm outside, and she was
wearing a tight top that left her big arms on display and highlighted her
stunning bust and blocky abs. She giggled at the smitten look on his face. He
wanted to leap into her arms, but he was still unsure what his boundaries were
with her. He was very sensitive to her past sexual assault. Was it ok for him
to initiate touch or should he wait for permission? She walked up to him and
put her hands on her hips. She flared her lats and twitched her arms to tease
Stan. Her towering presence overwhelmed his senses.

'Well, little man'? Cindy said with a serious expression, 'You haven't
seen me in a week. Don't I get a hug'?

Now Stan leapt. Cindy broke into a wide grin and caught Stan in mid-air. She
pulled him tight against her chest, crushing his body with her rocky biceps.
Stan nuzzled against her cheek.

'I missed you so much Cindy.' He said. He hung in her arms, closed his
eyes and breathed in her scent.

'I missed you too Little Man.' She cooed.

Cindy let Stan slide to the ground as Katherine walked up behind him.
Katherine sandwiched Stan between her and Cindy as she reached out to hug her
best friend. Stan went from one crush to another as the women brought their
bodies together tightly. Stan loved the feeling of being compressed between
his two amazonian hard-bodied friends. But were they friends? Were they more
than friends? Yes. They were definitely more than friends.

As the trio sat down at the kitchen bar to eat, Stan became pensive.

'I've been thinking about something.' He said. 'This is a big house
and I don't want to be all alone in it. Would you consider'' he looked
up sheepishly at Cindy and Katherine. 'Would you consider living here with
me'?

Cindy and Katherine smirked at each other.

'No seriously,' Stan continued. 'I have a plan. All this money can be
put to good use. There's plenty to live on, and the rest can be used to help
people. I want to make sure this trust is invested right so it grows, and then
create a foundation to help people. I'I just need some support.'

'You just want us to be support? To work for you'? Katherine asked with a
skeptical look.

Stan hesitated. His concerns about boundaries and his own burgeoning fantasies
plagued him again. 'Screw it.' He finally thought.

Stan got up and walked over to stand between them. Seated in the bar stool
chairs, the women were still taller sitting than Stan was standing. He looked
up at them earnestly. His voice was low and uncertain.

'I want you, both of you, to live here'because I need you.'

Stan's voice grew stronger and more certain. 'You saved me and changed my
life. You're the most amazing women I've ever met.'

A veil of veneration fell over his face, his voice choked with breathless
adoration. 'You're so'strong, so powerful, so'overwhelming. I..I love
you. I love both of you.'

He waited to be berated or laughed at. Instead Cindy and Katherine looked at
him with satisfied grins. Katherine laced her long arms around Stan and pulled
him backwards into a tight, almost suffocating embrace. She lifted him into
her lap and lowered her head to his neck, nibbling him hard as her platinum
locks tickled his face. Katherine wrapped her feet around Stan's legs and
pulled them apart. Cindy slipped off a sandal and raised a sexy bare foot into
his crotch. The foot that could deliver crippling blows to the largest men was
now an erotic tool as Cindy's toes groped Stan's growing erection.

'Little Man,' Cindy said as she and Katherine mauled him into arousal,
'we were already moving in. You just didn't know it yet.'

This time Stan cried tears of ecstasy and joy.

Over the next couple of days, Stan's emotional state became steadier. His
empathetic instincts kicked in around Cindy and Katherine and told him that
they needed healing as much as he did. Still, he had moments where the
enormity of the past week overwhelmed him. He was having one of those moments
and decided to go to the gym for the first time since they had been back in
the house. Maybe some exercise would do him good, so he got on a treadmill and
ran. He tried to avoid looking at the shower room at the end of the gym, but
he couldn't help himself. It caused his lingering negative emotions to come
back. He stopped running tried to steady himself.

'Get hold of yourself damn it!' He whispered to no one.

A hand appeared on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of
relief. His two angels were a constant source of inner strength to him. Stan
turned around to gaze'at an enormous pile of pulsing pecs spilling out of an
overstretched tank top. He jumped a mile high as Angie looked down on him with
a hard glint in her steely eyes. Angie still scared Stan, even though she had
never actually touched him, except for ripping off his clothes. Far from
comforting him, seeing Angie and the shower room together triggered a renewal
of the poisonous trauma and fear lurking in him.

Stan was standing still, facing Angie, as the tears started to flow. Angie
reached her monstrously large arms out. Stan squinted through the tears, ready
for her to commit some indignity on him. Her big hands took hold of his skinny
arms and drew him into her wide torso. Her hold on him was surprisingly
gentle. Her body was as hot as it was hard, and Stan found his sobbing face
wedged into the steamy canyon between her pecs.

'Stan, let it out if you need to.'

Stan wept for a minute, then started to compose himself. As he calmed down,
Angie palmed the back of his head and turned it up to face her.

'I know you're having a hard time right now, but I need you to be
strong.' Her deep voice was strangely soothing.

'I've been trying. I'll get there.' Stan said tentatively.

'Good.' Angie said. 'Cindy has a lot of shit to get over, a lot of pent
up anger that she has to get out of her system. She's happy when she's
with you. Katherine too. Can you be strong for me'?

Stan nodded yes.

Angie pulled his head back against her pillowy pecs. 'I've known those
girls for a lot of years, and they mean a lot to me. I'll always have their
backs.'

'You're a good friend to them.' Stan observed in a soft voice.

'Hey.' Angie's voice was harsher and Stan looked up at her again.

'I've got your back too. OK'?

Stan was taken aback. 'I'I'' He was at a loss for words.
Angie'cared'for him?

'But if you dare tell anyone that I was sweet and tender with you, I'll
break you into little bloody pieces. Clear'?

There was the Angie he knew.

'Yes Angie.' Stan said with a little smile. 'Today is just weird. It's
the first time I've been back down here and seen that room again. And you
surprised me. It just brought back a flood of feelings I wasn't prepared
for.'

Stan stared into Angie's steel blue eyes. For the first time, he really
studied her. Her face had a hard and brutal edge to it. Her square jaw and
intense glare alone were intimidating. The hundreds of pounds of muscle below
her face made Angie frightful. But suddenly, she wasn't frightful to him.
Her silky black hair softened her hard edges. He remembered the bicep he
kissed, and he looked down to the big arms holding him. Even relaxed, Angie
sported extremely vascular and straited muscle. He rested two hands on one of
her biceps. Together they couldn't cover the unflexed mass. Stan turned his
face back up to hers as desire crept into his heart. As he gazed up, his
breathing became unsteady and his lips parted in a silent plea. Angie smirked.

'Mmm. Pussy bitch is back for more.' She rasped.

Angie lifted Stan up to meet her lips and she ravaged his mouth with her
tongue. Stan's hands caressed her traps, her delts, every muscle he could
reach. When she pulled away and set him down, Stan plastered his mouth onto
her pecs, creamy with sweat. He pushed aside her tank top and pleasured the
nipple next to his mouth. Angie flexed her pecs and made him chase after it.

'My sweet little pussy bitch.'

Angie looked back at the shower room, the scene of their brutal retribution
against Mark, and then back down to Stan. She had a wicked idea.

'If the old memories of that room are bothering you, let's go make some
new ones.'

Before he could ask what she meant, Angie tossed Stan's small body over her
wide shoulder and marched him into the shower. Stan got a bird's eye view of
her big jutting muscle butt and watched it waddle as legs thicker than him
fought with each other to walk.

Angie dropped Stan to his feet and stood toe to toe with him. Stan was dwarfed
by the mountainous woman. The widest part of his torso was no wider than the
narrowest part of her waist. From there, Angie's body erupted with feet of
muscle on either side through her lats and shoulders.

'If you want to keep your clothes from turning into shreds, you'd better
get them off, right now!'

Stan did as he was ordered, quickly, as he saw her big paws starting to rise.
But instead of attacking him, she slipped off her tank top and pants. He had
seen Angie naked one time before, but the spectacle of watching her dismantle
Mark had overshadowed his memory. Now he could really see her, up close. His
face was in her pecs. They were all beastly muscle. The remains of her breasts
were almost affectations. The barest bit of loose skin held thick ripe nipples
that were reaching out him. Beneath the vestigial breasts were inches of deep
pecs, with a winding crevasse between them. Stan thought Cindy and Katherine
had spectacular pecs, but Angie's deep meat put them to shame. They seemed
alive and vicious when she flexed them. The hypnotizing movement was sending a
message: There is enough muscle in just one pec to destroy a mere man. Stan
made a peace offering to the godly chest by kissing each pec and the depths
between them. Off to the sides of Angie's pecs were wings of the gods. Her
lats rose from her sharply ridged serratus muscles and looked like someone had
shoved footballs under her skin. Thick veins traced around those slabs of
beef. Angie raised her arms up like she was beseeching the heavens for more
power. She closed her fists and throbbed her arm muscles, raising veins
everywhere. Stan stared into the deep canyon under her arm. The wide bowl
formed by her arm, shoulder and lat was smooth and wet with sweat. Angie's
pheromones drew Stan in. He ran his hands up one of her lats and into the
dampness. One hand continued onto the mountain of pec and the other traced up
the thick tall muscle of her bicep. He braced himself on her muscles as his
head ventured into the deep pit. He kissed gently and licked her dew. Angie
was pleased with her worshipper. She brought her arms inwards and flexed her
biceps hard in all of their 21-inch glory. The freakishly peaked biceps were
bigger than Stan's head. He was really sweating now and his cock was at full
staff. Angie brought one arm down into a side chest. Stan wrapped both of his
arms around one of hers and hugged his body to it. He lay his lips on her
protruding delt and struggled to keep his little body from shuddering to
orgasm right then and there.

'Are you ready to meet your master, pussy bitch'? Angie asked Stan.

She didn't wait for an answer. Angie reached her big hands around his waist,
hoisted him straight up and flipped him upside down. She cupped one hand
around the back of his head and squatted slightly. This view of her sex made
him understand Mark's panic when he saw it. Angie's vagina was wild. She
had a tangled landing strip of hair, thick and bushy. The lips of her labia
spilled out of her body like a snarling creature. Between the two was what
Stan could only describe as a small cock: thick, at least 3 inches long and
covered in veins. Angie's sex was so overwrought that it was almost vulgar.
Stan only had a second to contemplate the vision of female sexual dominance in
front of his eyes. Angie flicked Stan's head into her crotch and closed her
beefy quads around it. Before his head was consumed by muscle and sex, he
heard one last order from his dominator:

'Eat it all.'

Stan's skilled pussy eating techniques were facing a trial. He was upside
down in the largest vagina he'd ever encountered. His lips weren't kissing
it. Rather, his face was practically being consumed by it. He sucked, licked,
used his nose, wriggled his whole face, anything he could do to pleasure his
godly lover. He finally tilted his head to take in her clit and it felt like a
mouthful of meat. He pressed his lips around it tightly and flicked it hard
with his tongue. Then his world exploded.

While Stan's head was being eaten by her loins, Angie was having fun with
his other end. She took Stan's hard cock in her mouth and sucked it like a
vacuum cleaner on steroids. Angie felt Stan's body begin to quiver, so she
added to the overwhelming sensations he was experiencing; she inserted a thick
finger in his asshole and massaged his prostate. Stan screamed more loudly
than he ever had in his life, but no one could hear it. Instead, his scream
became yet another set of vibrations deep in Angie's pussy. It pushed her
over the edge. The feeling of power and control, the knowledge that she was
sexually dominating her prey, added to her euphoria. Angie's orgasm came in
an uncontrolled flood of juices that threatened to drown its little victim.
Stan was also having the most intense orgasm of his life; the third time in a
week he could say this. He gulped, hoping to get air, but mostly he drank
Angie's cum. Finally, she unlaced her giant quads from his head and flipped
him right side up. She backed up to a wall, leaned against it and slid down to
sit while her orgasm passed. She pulled Stan to the floor with her.

Stan was a sight to behold and Angie had to laugh. His eyes were unfocused in
a thousand-yard stare. The hair on the sides of his head was wet with her
juice and sweat and sticking out in all directions. His face was glazed to a
high shine with her cum, and beet red from being compressed in her crushing
thighs. Stan's mouth moved, but Angie couldn't hear what he was saying.
She gently slapped his cheek.

'Pussy Bitch,' she sang, 'What are you saying'?

'Breathe honey, don't forget to breathe'' he croaked in a barely
audible voice.

Angie threw her head back in a roar of laughter. She got up to grab a towel
and sat back down cross-legged. She plucked Stan up, sat him in her lap and
wiped his face clean. Stan nestled against her chest. There was a nipple next
to his mouth, and he couldn't resist running his tongue over it.

'You might regret getting me worked up again.' Angie warned Stan. 'You
almost didn't make it through one round with me.'

Stan pulled his tongue back in, wrapped his hands around Angie's wider than
life torso and rested his cheek on her rippling chest.

'Yes Angie.'

'I'm a lot of woman for any man, Pussy Bitch. But we'll get you built up
so you can take a little more of my punishment.'

Stan grinned up to Angie. 'Yes please, Angie.'

Angie turned Stan's head up and looked him in the eyes. 'You're going to
be OK, Stan. We've got you.'

'I know.' He answered with a sigh. 'I don't know how to thank you.'

'Well let's see, there's your mouth, your dick, your house, your
money'your soul.'

Angie shifted Stan so his head was resting on a bicep. She brought her mouth
down to Stan's and kissed him for several long minutes, tenderly this time.

'Let's head upstairs Pussy Bitch. The girls are probably wondering where
we are.'

Stan caressed Angie's cheek. 'You're moving in with us, right'?

'Try to stop me, scrawny. Somebody has to build some muscle on your puny
bod.'

Angie and Stan dressed, and she led him upstairs, where Cindy and Katherine
were working.

'Hey babes.' Katherine said cheerily to the two of them. 'Stan, we have
the paperwork here to set up your foundation. Start signing so we can get this
party started.'

Stan stood quietly for a second as he looked at his three amazon saviors and
contemplated how his life had changed. A week ago, he was nearly destitute and
trying to do good in the world. Now he could do good with the benefit of a
trust fund. He owns an amazing mansion and all the assets he could ever want.
But he also knows that three beefy muscle women own him. They'll rule his
life with loving authority. He knows his place and accepts it with joy.