The Abduction 
By Worshipper
Part 1


I had prepared my men carefully for weeks. One had gotten a job as a 
bartender at the club she often went to late at night; one as a waiter, 
one as the bouncer. The plan was to slip a very powerful "mickey" into 
her drink, then when she lost consciousness, to bring her out to the 
specially prepared van. Although the drug would render further 
restraints utterly unnecessary, the back of the van was set up with 
restraining devices. My men were under strict orders not to hurt her in 
any way, and they knew that the back of the van had a video camera that 
I was monitoring from home. Why all these precautions and all these 
restraints? Because the woman they were abducting was probably the 
strongest person in the world. 

Rena was a champion bodybuilder. Her muscles, especially her biceps and 
quadriceps were enormous and spectacularly defined. She augmented her 
professional body building income by wrestling men. She had become well-
known in that community for her apparent pleasure in inflicting pain; 
she had become famous by making a specialty of wrestling two men at a 
time. She charged the same price for two as for one (she said it made 
the match more fair) and she had never lost. Regardless of the size and 
cumulative strength of her two male opponents, she always emerged the 
victor. Usually they begged for mercy as she held them, one in a 
headlock with her huge bicep crushing the side of his face; the other 
between her amazing legs. Sometimes she let them go before they blacked 
out. 

Like many men (hardly a majority, but a surprisingly large minority), I 
worship female muscle. Although I'm easily enough turned on by women who 
are conventionally attractive, the quickest and most powerful turn on 
for me always has been a womanly display of strength or flexed muscle. I 
am extremely rich, so I have been able to indulge my tastes by frequent 
sessions of wrestling and muscle worship with most of the female 
bodybuilders/wrestlers in the business and I have enjoyed every minute 
of it, especially the many hours spent stroking their flexed arms.  But 
I also spend a lot of time working out myself, and have never been 
seriously challenged (well, almost never) in wrestling. I always let the 
woman win because that's what turns me on, but I have craved a woman 
whose strength could control me utterly. Rena was fairly new to the m/f 
wrestling scene, but the stories I had heard led me to believe that she 
would be capable of this. Yet those stories also had left me afraid. Two 
of the men she had beaten (at the same time) were guys I knew who were 
accomplished wrestlers and bodybuilders themselves. Both had ended up in 
the hospital. 

That's why I had had her kidnapped. She had become completely 
irresistible to me, but I was terrified of her. Still, what good was all 
my money if it couldn't buy what I most wanted? Watching her (by video) 
in the back of the van was almost impossibly exciting. The guys had done 
almost exactly as I had asked, chaining her outstretched arms and legs 
to the restraints anchored to the walls. But for some reason they hadn't 
removed her long-sleeved leather jacket, so I couldn't see those 
incredible arms bare. I comforted myself knowing that soon I would. 

20 minutes into the trip I was shocked to see her eyes start to open. 
The pill I had had prepared was supposed to be powerful enough for a 
horse. Clearly Rena was groggy, but I couldn't take any chances on her 
regaining consciousness (and strength!). I called the guys and told them 
to pull over and administer the hypodermic we had prepared. One of them 
managed to break the first needle by attempting to insert it into Rena's 
impossibly hard thigh. She began to stir. Thank god for forethought: I 
had given them a whole box of needles and eventually they were able to 
force one into her unflexed glute. She lost consciousness quickly and it 
was in that state that she arrived at my mansion. The guys brought her 
in on a stretcher and immediately took her to my wrestling room, where I 
had had super-hardened cuff restraints installed for her arms and legs. 
Taking off her leather jacket and jeans was difficult because of her 
weight and size. She is almost 6 feet tall and weighs well over 200 
pounds, with not an ounce of fat. But eventually, working fast and 
fearfully, we maneuvered her into the restraints. 

There she was, just as I had imagined: naked except for panties and bra 
she was splayed out against my cement block wall. Her musculature was 
even more astounding in person: although not particularly vascular, she 
was unbelievably defined. And the size--of everything!--was unreal. How 
can I describe calf muscles so prominent? Quadriceps almost cartoonishly 
huge, but also striated? Abs that one could get lost in? But of course, 
my attention quickly became riveted to her arms, not to her swelling 
forearms, but to biceps that even unflexed appeared hard, defined, and 
far bigger than any I had seen in years of working out at gyms. 
Unflexed, they were like bowling balls. 

I told the guys to leave. Then I approached her slowly with my heart 
beating like a bass drum. Very slowly I brought my hand up to her left 
bicep.