Muscular Amish Girl
By the Eler Barry erctwo@aol.com
Built her body for the church


THE AMISH GIRL

(She built her body for the Church)

The Amish are a deeply religious orthodox people, believing in the Holy
Trinity and the deity of Jesus Christ. The community governs itself strictly
and baptized members are morally committed to church rules. For them, life is
a spiritual activity. They demonstrate their religious beliefs daily through
their own actions of discipleship, plainness, nonresistance, forgiveness, and
non-violence.

High-school-senior Sarrah Lapp a naà¯ve Amish girl was leaving her home
outside Lancaster Pennsylvania for Philadelphia in observance or Rumspringa; a
period of time set aside by the Church Elders to give the youthful Amish teens
sufficient time to determine for themselves if they wished to be baptized and
remain with the church or venture out on their own to the outside world which
would often entail leaving their families.

For years Sarrah's friends and family members pleaded with the deeply
religious morbidly obese teenager to watch her weight, seriously diet,
drastically lower her caloric intake, and begin cardiovascular exercises such
as running even suggesting treadmill regimens. She was 5-6 with stringy
blondish hair somewhat attractive if not for her being grossly overweight. Her
friends understood that Sarrah was deeply ashamed of her body never revealing
herself to anyone

Unbeknownst to her friends or her concerned parents Sarrah was and has been
dedicating her every endeavor to the church by being all she could be; by
honoring her God in the only way she knew how; building her body into the
perfect temple of devotion. Sarrah was devoting every free moment to
developing her body for Christ. Her perfect body would be the perfect gift for
Jesus. The girl was determined to be the best most spiritually and physically
well-developed person she could possibly be ... In loving tribute to her God.

On the morning of her first day of Rumspringa Sarrah was teased by two boys on
the way to her hotel in Lancaster; they called her a cow, a pig, fatter than
just fat and worse. It was all she could do to from crying out loud. She
endured the insults resisting the urge to physically punish the boys and
prayed to her God for the strength to endure and for the souls of those poor
misguided boys.

She arrived at the hotel accommodations finding a rundown hotel in a seedy
neighborhood. She paid for only the night intending to find a nicer place in
the morning ... She ate a decent meal, the meatloaf special. at a decent café
across the seat before settling in for the evening.

She showered lovingly and proudly caressing her body, toweled off, and donned
her robe deciding to watch a little television before bed, happy to have found
'Touch by an Angel' a religious themed show.

Suddenly Sarrah's door was flung open by two muscular masked ruffians
demanding her money. She hadn't known it until that moment but Sarrah had been
training for such an opportunity for her entire life. When she leapt to her
feet her robe slipped off cascading to the floor leaving her completely naked.

The two ruffians starred at the body of the young girl in opened mouthed awe.
They didn't' know whether they should be turned on by her massive tits or
scared shitless of her equally massive muscles. A freighted and embarrassed
Sarrah Lapp, who was anything but fat was desperately trying as best she could
to cover her five-foot-six-inch frame to no avail.

The bad guys were ready to shit their pants ... The girl's breasts were 40" DD
and her biceps which hung loose at her sides appeared to be muscular and
athletic.

"All your money, now." Ruffian number one spoke with authority.

"No." Sarrah stood her ground. The looks on their faces had lifted Sarrah's
confidence. She knew she was extremely strong and she thought to herself what
better time to find out just how strong she actually was.

"Come on girl." Ruffian number two spoke up. "We don't want to hurt you,"

"What makes you think you can." She effected a double bicep pose displaying
her 24" biceps startling the would-be robbers. With lightening quickness, she
grabbed each by the neck and banged their respective heads together.

When Sarrah released her hold on their necks, they each collapsed to the
ground in a heap twitching like fish out of water. She watched with amusement
as they each attempted to crawl out the door.

She lifted each of the clearly concussed men and turned them 180 degrees so
that they were now crawling in the opposite direction ... heading who knew
where.

"Not yet." Sarrah flexed her biceps again. "Before you go you must give Me
your money." She thought to herself ... why not, fair is fair.

That morning she checked out of her hotel, found a church and donated half the
scofflaws' money in the collection plate before finding a nicer hotel in a
better neighborhood.

She treated herself to a raspberry scone and a tasty Frappuccino drink. She
knew her parents wouldn't approve but Rumspringa was about experimentation and
learning. Charlie, a very good-looking young man politely asked if he could
sit with her and a non-threatening pleasant conversation ensued. He seemed
interested in the ways of the Amish; he listened more than spoke.

She knew not why but he laughed out loud when she told him her name Sarrah
Lapp which seemed to amuse him not knowing that he was he envisioning her
giving him a lap dance.

Sarrah had to pay the bill because Charlie had left his wallet in his hotel
room at the Liberty Hotel across the street. He was extremely embarrassed and
insisted she accompany him to his room so he could pay his portion of the
bill. She didn't want the encounter to end so quickly, she liked the young
man, so she enthusiastically agreed.

They sat on the couch in front of the T.V. set sipping on cokes when the door
opened and his three 'roommates' entered with mischief clearly on their minds.
They were each milling around her complementing her on her good looks and her
big boobs while lightly touching her dress while feeling and grouping at her.
She was getting more and more uncomfortable and she started to leave.

"I'm getting uncomfortable." She stood intending to go.

"Where do you think you're going?" The largest of Charlie's roommates blocked
her egress. "Before you go you need to strip naked and show us what you got."

"You can't handle what I got." She punched him hard on his shoulder sending
the man hurtling backward tripping over the coffee table landing hard on the
hotel's cheap shag carpet. She pounced on the guy reigning punches to his soft
malleable body until be started to cry and beg for her to stop.

"Damn girl, you're fucking hot." The smallest of the roommates ignoring her
cat-fight with his mate approached reaching for her breasts clearly intending
to cop a feel ... Big mistake, huge.

She aggressively grabbed him by each of his extended arms squeezing his wrists
hard enough that she could feel and hear his bones snapping. His cries of pain
caught the attention of the other men both of whom recklessly charged her with
out plan ... Not that a plan would have mattered much.

With ease she lifted Charlie high over her head throwing the guy she once
thought of as cute at the remaining roommate knocking him off his feet like a
bowling pin. Sarrah was getting angry and her adrenaline was surging. Normally
a calm passive Amish girl she would have left the room knowing she had made a
point but she needed to punish these sodomites and punish them she did.

She called 911 and reported four severely injured boys at the Liberty Hotel
who had apparently been in a serious all-out fight over some girl.

The next stop for Sarrah was to find the best Philadelphia Cheese Steak
restaurant in Lancaster which according to numerous reviews was coincidently
named Charly's Cheese Steaks. Sarrah took it as a sign so she decided to eat
dinner there.

She ordered the grilled Philly Cheesesteak which promised USDA-choice steak,
green peppers, mushrooms, and onions topped with melted provolone cheese and
served on a signature toasted roll. This cheesesteak came with lettuce,
tomato, mayo, and pickle and was not only beyond simply delicious but filling
as well; she ordered a second sandwich to take back to her hotel.

On the way there she came across a disheveled man begging for money. Showing
the compassion instilled in her by her religious upbringing she gave the man
her cheesesteak sandwich for which he demonstrated heartfelt gratefulness.

"Bless you child." He put his hands together pointing them towards the
heavens. "Bless you girl."

Her act of kindness lifted her spirits which were at all time low; beating up
men, no matter despicable they were, had never been and wasn't now her
aspiration. Continuing back to the motel she spotted a food truck and
purchased another cheesesteak. Hey, a growing girl has got to eat.

The next several days were mostly uneventful; no confrontations dastardly men
... A quick bus ride to Philadelphia and a several days stay just enjoying
tourist stuff: The Liberty Bell Center, Valley Forge National Park, the
Philadelphia Zoo, Independence Hall, the Museum of Art, yada, yada, yada ...
She even visited Geno's to sample the best cheesesteak in Philly.

On Sarrah's third and last night in Philadelphia she visited the 'Redlight'
district wishing to experience the underbelly of the city; of society in
general. Sarrah wanted to experience it all so first she checked out a male
strip joint called "Hunk-o-Mania. The men were all nearly naked only wearing
Male-G-Strings that accentuated their impressive male anatomy. The men pranced
around flexing their biceps which were meager compared to hers.

One of the particularly obnoxious male dancers leapt from the stage landing
directly in front of her wiggling his still covered wiener and flexing his
less than impressive biceps. She Squeezed the right one until he screamed
while she pulled up her sleeve and exposed her own fully-flexed 24" biceps in
his face.

"You wish to arm wrestle?" She laughed as he turned away from her remaining
silent. "Come on dip shit that wasn't a rhetorical question." She laughed some
more as he ran backstage with his tail between his legs.

She left the club disappointed heading for a female stripper establishment
called Club Risqué where she was again disappointed. The club turned out to be
a major rip off joint; demanding her credit card which she refused to give up,
overcharging for watered down drinks, and pushing for her to buy private
dances with women she found to be less than attractive. The women were all
busty (mostly fake) but overweight with what she considered to be gigantic
behinds.

She couldn't get out of there fast enough but before heading home the Amish
girl wanted one more adventure. She entered a bar called the Sappho Club which
for some reason Sarrah assumed fat lady; an assumption that couldn't have been
further from the truth. The club catered to women alright but not just fat
ones. In fact, most of the ladies at the bar were rather slim and exotic
looking.

Sarrah Lapp sat at the bar and for some reason ordered herself a banana
daiquiri.

"Nice choice." One of the most beautiful women Sarrah had ever seen in person
had taken the stool next to her. "Come here often?" The women asked.

"No ... This is my first time." She smiled broadly. "My name is Sarrah." She
surprised herself when she stretched sexily pushing out her prominent chest;
she was learning to flirt.

"Hi." She gently took Sarrah's hand in hers. "My name is Rachel." She squeezed
ever so gently. "It seems were both single Jewish girls in the big city."

"Well, actually no." Sarrah stammered. "I'm Amish here enjoying my Rumspringa.
I've only got a couple of days left." She brushed her back causing her bicep
to jump noticeably which hadn't gone unnoticed by Rachel.

"Me too. I gave up the life five years ago and stayed here in the city working
odd jobs and enjoying myself to the fullest. My place is around the corner
come visit we can compare notes."

"Nice." Rachel's place was a large five room walk-up in downtown Lancaster.
"This place must be expensive." Sarrah told of her many encounters with
dastardly men and the punishments she doled out ... Rachel told of the same
type of encounters ...

She thought of herself as an avenger of sorts practicing her religion in her
own way. It was right then and there that Sarrah would not go home to Amish
country and pledged to become or remain an avenger like Rachel.

Rachel led Sarrah to the bedroom and began to remove her clothing piece by
piece revealing a lithe sensuous well-muscled body that seemed to be radiating
heat. Sarrah unhesitatingly followed Rachel's lead; slowly removing her
clothing as well.

"I have a feeling this is going to be good good day." Sarrah flexed her huge
biceps and fondled her own 40DD breasts tweaking her erect nipples. The two
beautiful panting genetically blessed females satisfied each other in every
way imaginable, something they would do many many many times in the coming
days.

The Amish Girl ... by the Elder Barry ... 2,300 words