Brandi 3 - Play
By Neptune
Brandi clears out the bar

Brandi felt the need to leave town following the incident at the gym. 
Before she moved, she paid attention to the news reports immediately after the
incident.  Luckily, local authorities had no success with generating 
suspects due to the complete lack of witnesses.  Brandi left that city
with a confident feeling that she had gotten away with the crime. 

Brandi relocated to another major metropolitan area in order to more

easily find work.  She quickly received numerous offers based on her obvious 
physical gifts, but the most attractive offer turned out to be as a
dancer at an adult night club.  It enabled her to maximize her financial
compensation during the night time hours when she had nothing better to do.  The
drug she was on maximized the efficiency of her physiology along with 
exponentially increasing her strength, so she needed very little sleep.
 Her occupation allowed her the maximum time during the day to train with
her special extra-heavy weights.

Brandi worked as a stripper/waitress/table dancer, where the tips were 
directly related to her unique skills.  Certain clients were
tremendously appreciative of both her muscular physique and her incredible 
strength, and word spread quickly through the city about her presence at the
club. The small demographic of people coming to the bar repeatedly just to
see Brandi was devoted, and the overall revenue of the bar was helped 
immensely by the continuous appearance of curious one-time patrons who 
just wanted to see her act.  Brandi's show was certainly unique, as she
was able to combine raw physical power with innate sexual suggestion 
learned from her previous life with men.  She never revealed the true 
extent of her strength to the people at the bar, but she always did
just enough to maintain her reputation as the strongest person in the club.

Brandi relished the idea that she could maintain dominance over men by 
having them beg her for favors.  As opposed to her previous life where 
men controlled and violated her, she was now in complete control and 
granted requests based only on her mood.  Her devoted fans lined up and
bidded auction style to request her attention.  Even so, she would 
sometimes blow off the highest bid if she so desired.  The manager even
set aside one of the back rooms to be exclusively Brandi's, where she 
could give private dances and other non-sexual demonstrations.

She would never entertain the idea of having sex with any of the
patrons no matter how much they offered due to the harsh memories from her 
previous life on the street, but she could be persuaded to perform acts
on the men that no other dancer in town could hope to.  The requests that
she regularly granted were for armwrestling and muscle worship sessions,
and for a substantial fee she would give patrons a short lift and carry or 
wrestling session.  In fact, Brandi knew that Friday and Saturday
nights were good days to take it easy on the upper-body work in the gym 
because she would get enough exercise lifting all of the guys on the
long waiting list for sessions at the bar for the evening.

Over the months at the bar in her new home city, Brandi clearly became 
the strongest person in the world.  Her strength continued to progress 
exponentially during her workouts at home, and she had to find creative
ways to challenge herself physically because the standard barbells and 
weight plates were of no use to her now.  Based on her research into
the current human weight lifting records, she could safely say that she was
at least twice as strong as the strongest humans.  Of course, the people
at the bar were satisfied with her strength demonstrations at considerably
lower levels because they were still the best they had ever seen from a
woman.

One night, near closing time, Brandi ran into trouble.  An obnoxious, 
incredibly fat man had been attending her performances with his 
entourage for many weeks now.  He had put his name on the request list 
for a lifting session with Brandi for all of those weeks, but she had 
continuously refused him due to his caustic attitude and his physical 
repulsiveness.  As she continued to rebuff him one night, he began to 
shout sarcastic comments about her strength and her body during one of 
her dances.  The man became a tremendous distraction to her 
performance, as he and his group questioned whether she was strong 
enough to back up her claims.  The fantasy that Brandi had created for
all of her devoted fans in the bar that she could lift any man with ease
was threatened as the fat guy and his posse wondered aloud why she was 
ducking him.  He hypothesized aloud that he would be too much man for 
her and that her muscles were just for show.

Brandi blew the obese man off and asked the manager to remove the 
blowhard.  She then went over to the list and found one of her best 
customers.  However, when she motioned for him to accompany her to the 
back room, he inexplicably refused.  She went over to the man and 
whispered sexily in his ears for him to come back and massage her
aching muscles, but he just shook his head with a depressed look on his face. 
He asked her to give the fat man what he wanted, but she just snorted.  
Brandi could see the disappointed look on his face and realized that he
was starting to believe the fat man's claims.  Then he got up and
walked out of the bar with his head down.

As the fat man was being led out by the bouncer and followed by his 
entourage, other men on the list started to collect their things as if
they were preparing to leave.  Brandi watched in horror as her devoted fans 
were appearing to desert her.  She recognized instantly that she had to
prove herself to them in order to keep her livelihood intact.  She knew
that she ran the risk of revealing more of her power than she felt
comfortable with in public, but her pride and her job depended on it.  

Brandi called for everyone to stop.  She then pointed at the fat man
and said You want me to lift you?  You got it!  Then she went into a
flexing display in all her naked glory, this time not holding anything back. 
She squeezed all of her massive muscles to the fullest, not caring if she 
repulsed any of the non-muscle-loving men in the place.  Her body 
exploded into a sharp anatomy chart, with all of her huge muscles 
crisscrossed by bulging veins as she flexed.  She hit all of the poses
from the bodybuilding shows, as well as others designed simply to pump up
her muscles quickly.  The muscle fans in the place all retook their seats
and marveled at the female perfection before them.

The fat man sneered at her and shook himself loose from the bouncer.  
The man's entourage quickly moved to intercept the bouncer and keep him
from regaining control.  As the group of five large men formed a
blockade between the fat man and the bouncer, the bouncer looked toward the 
manager as if to ask whether he should escalate this.  The manager, 
excited himself at the prospect of what might happen, motioned for the 
bouncer to stand down.  The bouncer shrugged his shoulders and returned
to his station alongside the bar.


The fat man made his way over to Brandi and opened his arms as if to
hug her.  Lets head to the back and get busy! he said as he bent down to
hug her.  How about right here? Brandi replied and ducked his hug.  She
bent down and put her arms around his legs right below his incredibly large
ass. Then she stood up with her arms around the man's legs, lifting the man
off of the ground with ease.  Her legs and arms flexed with amazing detail
as she easily supported his weight.  The men in the bar gasped with this 
display of raw power, and the following cheer drowned out the dance 
music blaring in the background.  Brandi walked all around the bar, in 
between the tables where her fans sat in rapt admiration, holding the
man steadily in front of her.  Finally, when she felt that she had
demonstrated her control over the massive weight thoroughly enough, she returned 
to the stage with the man and put him down.

Now get your fat ass out of here! she boomed to the man and pointed at 
the door.  The fat man responded by backhanding Brandi across the face 
as hard as he could.  His massive arm contained considerable power in
it due to its sheer size, and his blow had usually meant instant 
unconsciousness to whoever was on the end of it in the past.  Brandi's 
head flopped around and her body spun backwards as she tumbled off of 
the stage.  Then the man turned back to the crowd and bellowed Nobody 
talks that way to me!

The fat man made his way down off the stage with the help of two 
members of his posse.  Meanwhile, the bar manager had sprinted over to 
check on his star performer.  As he headed over, he called back to the 
bartender to call the police and an ambulance.  The bouncer moved to 
attempt to restrain the fat guy, but the other three members of the
group jumped on him and proceeded to beat him senseless.  The other patrons 
in the bar rushed out of the bar in horror, lest the especially violent
group turn on them.  In just a few minutes the bar had cleared out, including
the cowardly bartender who had dialed 911 but then started his escape
rather than talk into the phone.  The fat man simply laughed as he surveyed
the scene and eventually called to his boys Let's blow this joint.  The
three guys threw the bouncer's limp body behind the bar and joined the fat
man.  

The bar manager was not sure what to expect as he rounded the far side 
of the stage, but he was remained hopeful that Brandi was still in one 
piece.  He was disheartened to see her on her hands and knees with a 
small pool of blood beneath her mouth.  As he reached down to touch her
shoulder, her head whipped around to meet his gaze and he felt a 
crushing grip envelop his hand.  A flash of blinding pain ran up his
arm as his hand was crushed to a pulp instantly in her incredible grip.  The
last thing he ever saw as he looked into her eyes was that her face had
taken on almost an animalistic form, with pure rage flowing from her eyes.

As Brandi had hit the floor, the taste of blood had flowed into her
mouth from the slap she had just received.  The sharp pain combined with her 
anger at what the fat man had done to her act took her over the edge. 
She felt the familiar rage from those many months ago rising within her as
she lay on the ground.  Brandi could feel her muscles tensing and growing
as her rage grew more intense, and she was overcome with a wave of 
increasing power as she tensed and flexed her massive muscles.  When 
her rage had grown to a fever pitch and she could feel that the power
that fueled her bloodlust had returned to her, she rose to her hands and
knees.  

Just at that moment, she felt a hand on her shoulder.  Brandi grabbed the hand and 
instantly crushed it into a shapeless form with her super-strength.  Then she drove 
her other fist into the man's chest with all of her power.  Her fist penetrated his 
chest cavity, mashing his internal organs and killing him instantly.  She could feel 
the warm
blood on her hand as it rested inside the man's chest.  She stood up with the
man's body still impaled on her hand, and easily pressed his lifeless body
over her head.  She was excited by the blood that had begun to run down her 
arm as she easily held the man aloft atop her arm, and she let forth a 
scream of pure rage in the direction of the fat man.

The fat man and his posse turned to look and were taken aback by the 
display before them.  The stripper's muscles had grown and tightened 
noticeably, and the look on her face was more animal than human.  Not
to mention the fact that she was supporting the body of a dead man over
her head with just one arm.  For the first time in his adult life, the fat
man felt fear as he met her gaze.  He motioned for his group to get her, and
moved so that his five guys were between him and the crazy woman.  Refusing
to give in to his fear, he fought the temptation to run for the door.  He
stood and waited to see if his guys could take care of business, but edged
close enough to the exit that he could make his escape if necessary.

The five men rushed Brandi all at once.  She smiled as she saw them 
approaching and launched the dead man's body at them.  The carcass 
struck two of the men, one of them squarely in the chest.  The man that
had escaped the full blow was knocked to the ground with a broken arm 
but remained conscious.  The other man was flattened by the sheer 
velocity of the missile and was killed as his head struck the hard bar
floor at skull crushing speed.  

Brandi leapt upon the stage and waited for the rest of the men to
attack. She could feel her muscles straining against her skin as they quivered
in anticipation of the carnage to follow.  The familiar bloodlust brought
on by the drugs that she had missed for so long was now fully enhancing her 
already super-human strength.  She flexed all of her massive muscles to
the utmost and waited for the three men to get to her.

As the first two men jumped on to the stage they let their momentum
carry them into her in hopes of tackling her to the ground.  Unfortunately,
their forward motion was stopped instantly by her hands reaching around their
throats.  With a slight effort, Brandi then smiled and hoisted both
large men into the air by their necks.  She held them there for a split
second until the third, less agile man arrived.  He attempted to tackle her as well,
but was stopped by the crushing motion of the two large men being smashed 
into him like human cymbals.  The three men were all dazed by the 
collision, and went limp in her arms.

Brandi lifted the load of three men between her two arms easily and 
moved over to one of the vertical bars she had danced to on many 
occasions.  Manipulating the men into a horizontal position laying atop
one super-strong arm, she reached over them with the other arm and pulled
at the bar.  The bar yielded to her strength quickly, bending a bit around
her hand and tearing out of its anchors in the stage and in the ceiling. 
She dropped the already bent bar on the floor and then dropped the three
men in a pile atop it.  Then she pulled the ends of the bar up and over the
men, effectively packaging the three men together as if it were a rope.
When the bar was pulled tightly enough to hold the men securely, she 
shifted her grip and began to pull outwards on the two ends of the bar.
 
This, of course, made the space in the loop smaller and tightened the
grip on the three men.  As she was pulling the ends out, she shifted her 
position and pressed the three men in the package over her head holding
only the ends of the bar.  She met the gaze of the fat man as she held
the enormous weight overhead, and flexed her biceps mightily as she 
continued to slowly crush the men with the bar overhead.  When she saw 
the fat man start for the door, she jerked her arms outward with all
her strength in a mighty heave.  The bar bent further in on itself making
the space in the loop impossibly small, and instantly crushing the men to
death within it.  

The fat man was at the door when Brandi dropped the messy package 
from over her head and started after him.  Her passage was blocked by 
the man with the broken arm, who was trying to escape as well.  Brandi 
grabbed the running man from behind with her hands around his head 
near his ears.  She bent forward with her grip established squarely
over his ears, bringing him to his knees in front of her.  Then she concentrated
on squeezing his head between her hands.  She could feel her enormous 
arms and pecs flexing mightily as they strained against the man's
skull.  In a few seconds, as the excitement of the impending kill flushed her with
even more strength, the man's skull gave way to her impossible power
with a wet, squishy sound.  Brandi released the man and took off after the
fat man again, letting the shards of his skull fall to the ground.

As Brandi flew out the door, she could see that the brake lights of a 
limousine parked in the alley next to the bar were lit.  She darted
over to the car and recognized the fat man instantly from the back of his head.
 She saw him frantically reaching around the car interior, and surmised
that he must not have a set of keys.  It would figure that the arrogant
bastard wouldn't drive himself anywhere.  She ran over to the driver side
window and looked in at his helpless form.  He met her stare with pure fear as
he mashed the door lock down to keep her away.  Then he picked up the car 
phone and began to frantically dial a number.

Brandi was feeling stronger with each kill, and knew that she had to
stop him before he reached anybody.  She bent down and established a grip on
the underside of the heavy car.  Using her incredible legs for the
first time that night, she stood up and tilted the car on its side.  Changing her
grip in the underside of the car, Brandi pressed the weight up into the air and
propelled it forward so the car flipped over onto its roof.  As the car
lay there upside down, Brandi could see that the windshield had shattered
and the fat man was covered in blood.  She reached through the space where 
the windshield had been and grabbed the fat man by his fancy suit with 
one hand.  Then she tore him out of the driver seat, breaking his hips
in the process, and held his massive weight aloft in the air before her
with the same hand.

You want a lift? she asked as she looked into his eyes.  She was 
answered only with a gurgling sound as the fat man teetered on the
brink of unconsciousness.  How's this? she asked as she lowered the fat man 
and gripped him with both hands as she bent her knees.  She then 
immediately exploded all of her incredible muscles upward as powerfully
as she could, launching the man like a missile up into the air.  As she
watched him rise, she noticed that his body got almost to the third
floor of the building on the other side of the alley before gravity won out. 
His body crashed back to the road from that height, snapping his neck and
killing him instantly.

Brandi rushed inside and grabbed her clothes from the compartment next 
to the stage.  She quickly dressed and fled the scene before her powers
wore off.  She ran down the road toward her apartment satisfied that
she had no witnesses.  As her bloodlust-enhanced legs powered her 
homeward at impossible speed, she relished the feel of her muscles and 
the memories of what they had just accomplished.

Of course, this time she had slipped.  The bouncer lay behind the bar 
where the posse had left him, still groggy but very much alive.