Church of Muscle
By Cris Leyven
A powerful woman takes control of a men's church retreat. (Cynthia Sanders Fantasy #3)


The altar boy looked anxiously at the congregation gathering 
in the church.   He wondered if she would be there.  
Sometimes she attended, sometimes she didn't.  The boy peered  
from the pulpit hopefully.  Then he saw her come through the 
door.   She was not a tall woman, and at first all he saw was 
her face.  A beautiful face framed in long, straight, black 
hair, highlighted by sky blue eyes.  She had on a red silk 
top....then as the crowed thinned, the boy saw her 
completely.  The woman's long, yet thickly strong legs were 
gliding on black high heeled shoes.  He followed them up, 
from her bulging calves, then up to her muscular thighs, most 
of which were which were revealed at the bottom of a short 
black leather mini.   He couldn't believe what he saw...and 
that she had the nerve to wear something that sexy to 
church!!  Then again, Mrs. Sanders had the kind of body that 
could wear those cloths and still look elegant and graceful.  

The altar boy watched her as she made way to a seat on the 
aisle side, diagonal from him.  Cynthia effortlessly sat, 
draping one powerful leg over the other.  He thought he heard 
the leather squeak as she settled in on the wooden pew.  One 
foot was planted squarely on the floor, the high heel forcing 
her calve to flex solidly.  Her other leg was crossed over, 
and the back of her tanned, shapely thigh hung down loosely.  
It started from her knee, gradually curving down to meet the 
wood of the pew.  Her calf muscle looked enormous as her 
opposite knee pushed it aside.  The alter boy could hardly 
keep from staring, and found himself wondering what she was 
wearing beneath her snug fitting skirt.  Cyn's breasts subtly 
revealed themselves against the fabric of her shimmering, 
sleeveless top.  Her lean and defined arms were visible, 
though.  Cyn's forearms were healthy and well veined, while 
her biceps flaunted imposing bulges.  The alter boy guessed 
she was about 30 or maybe 35 years old.  Obviously she was in 
awesome shape.
 
He had first seen her at the church picnic that Spring.  The 
woman and her husband were new in town, and they had come out 
to the lake side picnic to get to know everyone.  She was a 
typical wife with her husband in tow.   They had the usual 
batch of spring time articles with them:  cooler, beach 
towels, lawn chairs, etc.  Some of the older boys were 
involved in a volleyball game on the beach.  The new lady 
peeled off  her gray sweat pants and oversized University of 
Georgia T-shirt.  It seemed as if every head turned 
uncontrollably in her direction when she finally stripped to 
her bikini.  The woman's body was almost absurdly athletic.  
Muscles seemed to erupt everywhere on her tanned skin.  It 
wasn't her bathing suit that made everyone gawk with 
admiration, but that physique.  The bright pink bikini was 
not too skimpy, but almost like something a modern track 
athlete would run in.  Everyone was staring at her powerful 
physique!  The lady bounded over to join the in the 
volleyball game, while the alter boy sat and watched from his 
spot.  He turned to see what her husband was up to.  He had 
gingerly removed his shirt, revealing his not fat, but 
unathletic torso.  He plopped on the blanket, occasionally 
rising to shake a hand with a new face.

The woman, meanwhile was surprising more than a couple of the 
older boys with her athleticism!  Her team was easily 
winning, and muscles rippled every time she put forth the 
effort to move her powerful frame.  The alter boy could hear 
the team praise her..."way to go Cynthia!"  or "all right 
Cyn!".  He knew her name now, and this made his connection to 
her a lot more intimate.   The boy began to wonder how a 
woman could be out doing all of those other guys!  She was 
clearly more fit and stronger than any of them.  The more he 
watched her, the more aroused the alter boy became!  He had 
no idea a muscular woman could be that sexy!!
     
One of the boys on the opposite team from her was Ray.  Ray's 
team always won, and Ray was always the team captain.  He was 
about 18 and was one of his high school's better athletes, 
and was clearly the best player when it came to any sporting 
events the church put on.  Cynthia seemed to single him out.  
She spiked balls at his feet, and served bullet powered jump 
serves in his direction...none of which he was able to 
return.  There were easier targets on the other side, but the 
way Cynthia showed her superior abilities against their star 
player demoralized the opposing team into a slump they never 
recovered from.  It was clear that, in the future, Cyn would 
be the first one picked for any volleyball game!!
     
Cyn's body was now glowing with sweat, and as the last point 
was won, they stopped for a break.  She borrowed a bottle of 
oil, and began massaging it into her skin while talking to 
one of her new teammates.  The alter boy's erection prevented 
him from getting up, so he had no choice but to excitedly 
stare at the woman's glowing, muscular flesh.  He imagined 
that she was probably the strongest person in the church!  
Well, maybe Mr. Kent, the assistant pastor, could take her 
on.  They called him Clark Kent, since he had a sort of tall 
muscular body like Superman.  Mr. Kent had been a college 
football player...he could probably handle her, the boy 
thought.  He looked back at Cyn's cut body.....well, maybe.
      
She put the bottle by the net pole, and started for her 
blanket, walking right for him!  The alter boy tried not to 
look, but found it impossible not to sneak a glance or three 
at Cyn's oiled and athletic body.  Firm, stimulated, breasts 
pushed against her top.  Square shoulders framed her, as she 
strut across the picnic area.  With each step, her quads 
would harden and separate, bulging with strength.  He 
imagined low notes on a piano thumping out in rhythm each 
time a thigh flexed.  Her stomach was cut into almost armor 
like slabs, which enhanced her lean waist.   Although 
relaxed, Cynthia's arms were, without question, well muscled 
and strong.   About ten feet from him, she met his glance.  
She seemed to look at the T-shirt wadded up in his lap, then 
back up at him.  Cyn smiled an almost knowing smile as she 
passed.  The boy couldn't remember if he smiled or just 
stared at her.  He smelled the aroma of tanning oil as the 
muscular woman moved past him.  
      
Cyn briefly visited with people as she gulped down a bottle 
of Evian, and then started back out to the game.  The boy 
tried not to look, but again he could not help himself.  For 
the first time he took notice of her buttocks.  They were 
perfect beyond what he could have imagined perfection to be!!  
If they were not so muscular, they might even be called 
large.  No one could deny the power they contained, 
especially the way they flexed as Cyn moved through the deep 
sand....the way they commanded the fabric of her suit to move 
this way or that!  This was more than the boy could stand!!!!  
He put his hand in his pocket and pulled his erection close 
to his body.  Hand still in pocket, he tried to hide his 
hormonal embarrassment, and made his way to the bathroom 
stall.  
     
The bathroom was one of those bomb proof structures that was 
common at public campgrounds.  It had the showers and toilets 
all in one room.  As he hobbled around the corner he could 
hear the showers running.  Shit!  He was hoping he would be 
alone.  All four of the shower stalls were taken!!  Only one 
open toilet door was ajar, and he made his way for it.  An 
image of Cyn's commanding physique invaded his mind, and the 
situation became urgent!  

Closing the door, he pulled his swimsuit over the thing.  
"But she's married....you cannot covet your neighbor's 
wife"......guilt flooded through him.  The showers were 
drowning our most of the sounds in the bathroom, but in the 
next stall he heard the restrained moans of someone else 
masturbating!  The boy pulled his suit back on quickly.  
Peaking through the space at the back of the stall, he 
thought he saw Ray's mound of blonde hair pushed up against 
the wall.  He peaked under the stall just enough to see the 
shoes....Ray's sneakers!  Sitting still he heard Ray 
moaning...he was beating off and thinking about the new lady!  
The boy knew it!!  Pretending to pull paper off of the roll, 
the boy then flushed the toilet.
     
The embarrassment of finding someone in the act of jerking 
off made him forget about his own horniness.  The alter boy 
opened the stall and left Ray alone next door.  He slowly 
filed past the last toilet and, through the small crack 
between the stalls, caught a glimpse of Mr. Runacker, the 
church usher.  He was jerking off too!  Eyes rolled back in 
his head biting his lower lip.  Passing by the showers, he 
heard men and boys in there also.  They were all jerking off.  
All of them were jerking off over Cyn!!!  

He hurried to exit this weirdness, and when he rounded the 
corner to leave he ran into Joey coming in the bathroom.  
Usually friendly, Joey just said "hi" and moved past him.  
The alter boy looked at his friend, and saw he was hiding a 
boner also.  The whole fucking congregation was jerking off 
over Cynthia's superior, muscular physique!!!!!
     
That was about three months ago.  Since then, the boy waited 
every Sunday for Cyn to appear.  Usually she wore something 
that showed off her body....but looked dressy as well.  The 
alter boy never fantasized about her, though.  That was a 
sin, and he knew it.  He knew he would go to hell if he 
thought about her....like the way Mr. Runacker and Ray..and 
Joey....and those other four guys in the shower did.   They 
could go to hell, but he wasn't.  Cynthia's body wasn't going 
to tempt him to the dark side.  

Every time thoughts of Cyn got him excited,  whenever 
thoughts of her in that pink bikini, with her muscles beating 
Ray at volleyball that day crept into his head, he tired to 
think of something else.  Uncontrollably his dick would erupt 
and stiffen, but he never masturbated.  He held back each 
time, only the guilt of the Bible keeping his raging hormones 
in check.
     
Today was going to be tough...a real test.  He looked a Cyn 
again....noticed the way the shiny black material was hiked 
up her gorgeous thigh....noticed the straps on her high heels 
that clung to the top of her foot.....noticed the gold ankle 
bracelet.  The service was starting, and the older priest ran 
through the motions of their service.  The alter boy's 
erection was stiff behind his robe.  He watched Cyn sitting 
on the pew....legs crossed.  

She undid her legs and recrossed them, and the boy couldn't 
help but try to see up her skirt.  Unable to see any clue as 
to what kind of underwear she was wearing, he looked back at 
her....and she was looking back at him, smiling that same 
knowing smile!!!!  He looked away quickly, but she had seen 
where his eyes were at.  The boy looked around to see if 
anyone else had noticed him staring at the new lady's 
crotch....in front of EVERYONE.  

He looked, but saw all of the men were checking Cynthia out 
too!!  Well most of them...all that could see her.  That old 
Mr. Runacker was sitting across and behind her on the aisle 
was looking at her out of the corner of his eyes.  Joey,  the 
other alter boy was looking at her too.  He wondered if even 
the old priest was checking her out....if he had a boner 
under his robes too!  He glanced at Mr. Kent, who was the 
only man or boy in the church who didn't seem to be spying on 
Cyn.
     
Then Cyn stretched!!!!!!  Her body erupted and flexed!  The 
leather skirt squawked against the pew.  Her physique was 
truly amazing!!  Legs stretched out, toes pointed and every 
muscle hardened.  Cynthia's arms were up and those strong 
hands were locked behind her head of black hair.  Biceps 
ballooned up to magnificent heights!  

The priest seemed to choke over a word or two in his 
sermon....the old man WAS checking her out!!  The alter boy 
looked again to see if he could notice a boner bulging from 
beneath his robes.  It was clear who was in charge here.  It 
was Cynthia Sanders.  Cynthia, not God, ruled the church.  
She ruled it with her strong and sensual body, and she seemed 
to know it!!  All of the men wanted her, and all of the women 
wanted to be her.  No one cared what the priest was 
saying...not even the priest!!!  They were all being 
controlled by Cynthia, sitting in that pew, with that 
muscular body, wearing her oh so tight leather mini!!
     
It was time for communion, and the service was almost over.  
Mr Runacker and the Mr Kent were moving up the aisles letting 
people know when it was their rows turn to receive.   It was 
Cyn's turn, and getting in line, she slowly made her way to 
the pulpit.  A wafer was taken out of the challis and 
presented to her when she arrived.  

"The body of Christ."  the priest said nervously.  

"Amen." the temptress said....and her glistening red lips 
slowly parted, and a frightfully long pink tongue came out.  
Not freakishly long, but longer than your average tongue! 

Cyn's strong hands were clasped in front of her crotch, and 
the alter boy noticed her red nails for the first time.  The 
priest dropped the wafer on that tongue, and, as she took it 
in, she looked at the boy and gave an almost imperceptible 
smile....and squeezed her jaw together to forcibly chew the 
wafer once before swallowing it.  Her face formed into a smug 
sneer.  All during that split second looking the alter boy in 
the eyes.   

The lady then made her way back to her seat.   Her skirt was 
very well fitted, and the alter boy watched as her rump 
persuaded the leather to strain around it.  As she walked, 
her buttocks flexed out and then pushed up, the shimmering 
black skin smooth against her flesh.  It was so tight, he was 
sure that any other type of fabric would have torn apart 
under the pressure.
     
The service was almost over.  The priest gave one last 
announcement....that this coming Saturday night, there would 
be another Faith Tempering Workshop given by Mr Kent.  All 
men from age 14 on up were invited.  The priest then 
dismissed the congregation, and flanked by the two alter 
boys, made his way to the front door to see people off.  

Cyn was there, and the alter boys' duties were done.  Joey 
want off to his parents, while the other boy pushed his way 
out the door, right behind Cyn!!  He was just a bit taller 
than her, but she probably out weighed him by about 30 lbs.  
The crowd thickened near the door, and Cyn took a step back, 
placing her ass squarely into the boy's crotch, and against 
his erection!  One of the boy's hands was on his thigh, and 
he felt the cool leather raised by the woman's solid flesh.  
She turned, smiled, winked and said "Excuse me".  It seemed 
more like a friendly wink.   The boy wanted to touch more of 
her tight skirt, but didn't dare.  He got out of the church 
and rode his bike home, trying to erase these recent sensual 
images from his mind.
     
In his room, he couldn't stop thinking about Cynthia, about 
how hard her ass had felt against his hand.  About the way 
she stretched in church, about the priest unable to control 
himself!  He must not, he could not.  He had to stop admiring 
the new lady, but he just couldn't seem to control himself.  
Maybe he should go to Mr. Kent's workshop.  Maybe Mr. Kent 
would have some advice for him.  At 14, he just made the age 
limit to go.
     
It was next  Wednesday or so, and the boy was riding his bike 
down by one of the local shopping centers.  He pulled in, and 
locked his bike to go get some gum.  Passing by the large 
window of the health club, he looked in at the women jumping 
around clad in spandex and doing aerobics.  He walked slower, 
trying to look at them without seeming too obvious.  Then he 
saw Cyn!!!  She was alone in the free weight gym in the next 
room over.  She was sitting on the weight bench resting, and 
then she laid flat on her back.  Cyn gripped the bar and 
began pressing the weight up and down.  The boy stared.  She 
was lifting a lot of weight, probably more than he could.  As 
Cyn finished her set, she noticed the boy watching, smiled 
and motioned for him to come inside.
      
"I know you from church, right?"  Cynthia said as she 
escorted him past the front desk.  "Hi, I'm Cynthia, or just 
Cyn." she said extending her hand.  She sounded very friendly 
and easy going...the boy liked her.

"My name is Rich."  said the boy, and received her firm 
handshake...well actually he grasped at the wrong moment, and 
Cyn squeezed a hand full of fingers.  

The boy noticed the way she was dressed...he always noticed!  
She had on the same athletic pink top she had on at the beach 
that day she had outdone Ray.  Below, a pair of dark blue, 
short spandex cycling-type shorts formed around her ass, 
while a sliver colored thong was over them and creeping 
between the slabs of her muscular butt.  The boy felt himself 
begin to get hard as he watched her.
      
"Do you think you could spot me on these next sets?" she 
asked.  

"Ummm, OK." the boy said, unsure how he could "spot" that 
much weight.  

Cyn stacked on some slightly smaller weights and began 
lifting.  One, two, three, four.....and she finished the 
tenth with some effort.  Then she removed the smaller plates 
and stacked on two more 45 lb plates, for a total of two on 
each side!!  The boy did some quick math, 90 plus 90 plus the 
40 for the bar.....Christ!!!!  Cyn was going to bench 230 
lbs!   He watched as her red nails clasped around the bar.  
Then she pushed, and her whole body was straining...Her 
pectorals were hard underneath her athletic top.  One..... 
two...... she finished with six.  Then she let the bar clang 
back up on the rests.  The whole bench shook with the force 
of the weights.  The boy was amazed!  

"Wow!" the boy stammered.  

Cyn responded, "Oh that wasn't too much.  I'm kind of doing a 
lighter day today.  Do you want to try, Rich?"    

"Yeah, sure, I guess"  he said and crawled under the bar.  

"Perhaps we should start you out on something a bit less"  
Cyn said laughing.  

She removed a 45 from each side.  The boy was ready and 
pushed up.  Bringing the weight over his chest, he let it 
down.  It was too heavy for him, and the bar just sat there.  
He was barely able to keep it off when Cyn reached down and 
effortlessly lifted it up off of his chest.  The alter boy 
then had an idea of her physical power!!  Cyn was most 
certainly strong, stronger than she looked....but then she 
didn't look weak either!!  She then smiled and removed the 
45's, replacing them with 25's.  Rich then pushed up again, 
and did one repetition, then another, and finally pushed up 
three.  Cyn helped him bring the bar home, the boy was 
exhausted.  He barely benched less than half of what Cyn had 
done.  
     
"Don't worry about it.  I've been lifting weights for years.  
That and my training in martial arts has given me a mental 
and physical focus.  Right now....."  

The boy interrupted,  "You know Karate!??  Do you have a 
black belt?",  he asked, impressed.  
"Actually I've trained in both Judo and Karate....and yes 
I've earned black belts in both disciplines.  You are still 
young, Richard.  It's nothing you can't do if you put your 
mind to it."  

The boy imagined that Cyn must truly be unstoppable...even 
the police could probably do nothing against her, he wondered 
if bullets would just bounce off her!! Cyn led her new 
friend, and moved to another section of the gym.  It too was 
empty.  They stopped by a curved curl bar.  

"I was getting ready to finish up with some curls,  do a 
quick set of legs, then I'm ready to go."  Cyn said.  

She loaded 35's on each side, and secured them with clamps.  
The boy followed her example, but remembering his futile 
efforts on the bench, put 10's on his bar.  Cyn muscled the 
bar up and began smoothly curling the bar up from her thighs 
to her chest.  The boy watched as her biceps peaked against 
her forearms.  He counted nine repetitions, and the blood was 
pumping through Cynthia's sizable arms.  She seemed to notice 
the boy's amazement, and putting the bar down, stepped over 
to him and flexed her biceps for him. 
 
"It just takes a little time, and your arms can look like 
this.  Go ahead, feel them."  

Rich pinched the peaking muscle between his fingers and 
thumb.  Then he pressed his palm over it and squeezed.  It 
was like trying to squeeze a rock!  

"Gosh!  It's really hard!!"  

Rich's penis was really hard, its length disguised behind his 
overly baggy cloths.  He was weak, and tried to forget about 
Cyn's body, and concentrate on the weights he had just picked 
up.  He tried to bring them up, but they were too 
heavy.....Cyn was just so strong compared to him!!  He felt 
drops of fluid start to exit his penis.  He put the weights 
down. 

"I don't feel so good, I think I'm going to go home." 

"Why don't you have a seat here while get a quick leg workout 
in?"  Cyn said pointing to a bench beside the leg press 
machine.

The boy obeyed as Mrs. Sanders began effortlessly loading 
100lb plates on the machine.  He counted three on each 
side...600 lbs!!   Cyn climbed into the contraption and sat 
down, feet up and against the platform.  She pressed up, 
released the handle locks, and began.  The woman's huge thigh 
muscles swelled to meet the challenge of the weight.  Her 
spandex shorts erupted too, the shiny blue fabric painting 
itself around the powerful upper thighs and gluteus.  Bulges 
separated and hardened underneath the fabric.  The boy 
watched as Cyn cranked out 8 reps.   Locking the handles back 
into place, Cyn pressed up with her calves, and then relaxed, 
over and over and over.  The boy lost count.

Then Cynthia climbed out of the leg press, and proceeded to 
load two more 100 lb plates on each side!!  Mrs. Sanders was 
going to press 1000lbs!!!!  Without a word she casually 
climbed into the machine, and began.  Her amazing thighs did 
not fail her as Cyn handily pumped 5 reps, and slowly pushed 
out a sixth!

"Wow!  That felt pretty good!"  Cynthia said to her gawking 
admirer.  "I just have to do some more calve raises, then I'm 
out of here.  You can help me out Richard.  Have you ever 
seen a donkey raise?"

"I don't think so."  The boy answered, thinking that she was 
now going to lift a donkey with her super strong legs.

The woman smiled as she climbed up on a nearby step, her toes 
on the edge of it.  "Come here.  You are going to provide the 
weight.  Just climb on my back.  How much do you weigh?"

"About 120 I guess."

"Perfect!"  Cyn said.  "Go on, climb up, it's OK.  Just put 
your legs around my waist, and hold on to my shoulders for 
balance."

The boy was shivering with nerves and excitement as he 
mounted Mrs. Sanders.  His erection was pressed against her 
back while his hands rested on her baseball sized shoulders.  
The woman began raising and lowering her heels, pressing up 
and then down.  The boy's hard on was sitting in the small of 
her back, resting between the two large fillets of muscle 
that ran up either side of her spine!  The boy felt Cynthia's 
back muscles moving against his swollen cock each time she 
lifted!  He lost count at 30.  The woman's glowing, solid 
flesh pressed against his palms.  The boy was sweating with 
nervousness, wondering if Mrs. Sanders felt his excitement 
against her back.

As if she sensed his worry, Cynthia began arching her back 
slightly with each pump, further stimulating the boy!
It seemed forever since he had lost count of Cyn's reps, yet 
she continued lifting him up and down, the boy's penis 
rubbing against her back.  Cyn was now letting out slight, 
high pitched grunts as the weight began to strain her.  He 
couldn' t help it!!  The boy felt an orgasm rise up through 
his penis, and strained as he pinched it back, but it rose up 
again!!  He squeezed it back down as hard as he could, but 
the constant rubbing, the woman's moans, her bulging sweaty 
flesh beneath his hands and between his legs stroked the 
orgasm back to the surface!!  He could not cum on Cynthia's 
back!!!  The boy squeezed with every ounce of his energy, and 
fought it back down again just as Cyn finished.

Quickly he hopped down.  The veins in Cyn's calves pulsed 
with power, and the muscles were swollen.  She was looking at 
them in the mirror.

"I-I-I th-think I should go home now, OK Cynthia?"  The boy 
stuttered.

Cyn looked at him, and smiled,  "Perhaps that's best.  We can 
try this again, OK?"  

"Yeah, maybe."  the boy said, as he made his way to the door.  

He looked back, and Cynthia was smiling and looking at him 
out of the tops of her eyes. 
     
Back home, Rich's hormones were raging.  He couldn't believe 
the things the new lady could do!!  He thought of her in the 
little leather skirt at church, he thought of her pecs 
stretching that pink top in the gym...the same pink top that 
had so easily put Ray in his place.  He remembered the way 
her muscular body felt between his legs when she was doing 
those donkey things.  He thought of her having the run of the 
town...fending off the helpless Police and Army with her 
Karate and big muscles.  The boy was pacing, clutching his 
super hard cock, trying not to give in to the temptations of 
Cynthia's body...of her sexual power!  Eventually he managed 
to calm down by reciting scriptures.  It was becoming more 
and more difficult, though.  He wondered how much longer his 
resistance against the temptress would hold out. 
     
Finally it was Saturday, and he had talked his mother into 
driving him out to the church lake area for Mr. Kent's 
workshop.  The same place he had first seen Mrs. Sanders.  
The place where he had realized such a woman could even 
exist!!   There were a lot of guys there, all ages, maybe 15 
or 20 in all.  Rich wondered when he was going to be able to 
get some time alone with Mr. Kent to talk about his feeling 
towards the new lady.  He sat down on a wooden backless bench 
in front of the fire pit with everyone.  The bench curved 
around in a semi circle.  It was anchored in smooth cement 
which panned out in front of them, until it met the fire pit 
about 10 feet later.  He assumed Mr. Kent had been here for a 
while, since the fire was already crackling vigorously.  Mr. 
Kent started things going.  

Without words, he passed out a piece of cloth that looked 
like a cross between a towel and a baby diaper.  Mr. Kent 
then began to explain himself.  

"This is what I call my Christ identification session.  
Please don't be modest, what you have in your hands is what 
Christ wore on his last day!!  Now,  I need everyone to strip 
completely and put this cloth around your waist.  If you wish 
to hide what God gave you, you can step in the bathroom or 
the woods."  

People scattered.  Some stripped right there, like the alter 
boy.  Others changed in the showers.  He knew Mr. Kent's 
ideas were kind of odd sometimes, but everyone had good 
things to say about him after they finished one of his 
workshops.  Everyone sat down, and Mr. Kent brought out a box 
with a number of short ropes in it.  

"..and now by suffering a small amount, you will learn to 
love Jesus more.  Imagine the pain that He took upon Himself 
to save you.  You will only feel a small amount of that 
tonight.  Everyone shall be bound as he was."  

Mr. Kent went around and tied each man's hands behind his 
back, and to the bench support pole directly beneath their 
seats.   The boy's wrists were hurting from the ropes.  

"Is everyone secure?"  Kent asked.  All the men tugged away 
to prove they could not escape.  "Good!"  he said.  
     
Then, as if by cue, Cynthia stepped out of the shadows.  She 
had on a long white cotton dress that buttoned down the side.  
As the she stepped in front of the fire, the boy could hear 
her black high heels knock against the pavement, and when she 
passed in front of the fire, he could see her shapely 
silhouette through the dress!!  What was Cyn doing there?????   
Was Mr. Kent going to punish all of us for checking her out?  
Cyn then went over to Kent and kissed him.  She turned to her 
audience, and began slowly pacing back and forth in front of 
the bound men.  

Suddenly she stopped and said, "OK you pitiful pricks, now 
I'm going to find out which one of you is truly worthy of my 
body!"  

Kent was astounded!!  Obviously this was not the arrangement 
they had agreed upon.  

"Now, Cynthia sweetheart, I don't think that's too funny.  
Lets stick to the plan!!" Kent said forcefully.   

"Shut up, you idiot,"  Cyn sneered  "I'm in control now, and 
this is what were going to do....First all of you are going 
to get a raging hard on by watching me, and then I'll jack 
each of you off.  Whoever shoots his load the farthest gets 
to fuck me!"  
     
Everyone was looking at each other with stares of confusion 
and disbelief.  Ray was right next to Rich, and his dick was 
already hard, tenting up his loin cloth!!  Ray was just 
saying "Oh my God, Oh my God...this can't be happening, this 
can't be happening...."  over and over again under his 
breath.  Other men in the group were somewhere between 
horrified, confused, and sexually aroused!  

Mr. Kent walked up to Cynthia and slapped her,  "I will not 
allow this kind of talk at my workshop, woman!"  

Cyn looked up at him, unfazed by the slap, "Does this mean 
you aren't going to try out?"  She said with mock concern.  

Then Mr Kent rose his hand to slap Cyn again, but she stopped 
his hand in mid air.  Kent tried to tackle her, but Cyn was 
ready and threw him to the ground!!!  Kent grasped for the 
fabric of her dress to try and break his fall, but he was 
already too far gone, and the side of Cynthia's dress tore 
open as the big man hit the cement.  Kent on his back, 
Cynthia jumped on top of him, pinning his arms and sitting on 
his crotch.  

The torn dress revealed her phenomenal leg and torso 
muscles...and her very skimpy black underwear.  One of her 
strong legs was showing on the side most of them could see as 
she sat up straight and looked at them, smiling a commanding 
smile.  Kent struggled, unable to squirm loose from beneath 
her.  

"You see, even the strongest among you is no match for me.  
You will all just submit to my wishes....since I know it's 
what you really want to do anyway....right Ray?"  

Cyn looked at Ray who stared back in aroused horror.
     
This brief lapse of attention was all that Kent needed, and 
he managed to push Cyn over and off of him.  She rolled away 
with uncanny quickness, and Kent grabbed at her, but was left 
with the rest of the powerful woman's white dress.  Cyn was 
almost totally naked now, except for the black leather 
bikini-thing she wore.  Kent threw the dress down, and 
crouched in a wrestler's pose.  The woman pushed her hair 
back and stood erect...her imposing physique relaxed yet 
ready.  

Cyn had her back to the bench, and then made fists and flexed 
her arms out to her side.  That large, shapely ass was 
squeezed, and the ropy muscles on her back erupted..her wide 
lats looked like wings!  Cynthia's legs, her large quads, 
seemed impossibly huge.   Shoulders and thick arms made a 
mountain range, with biceps as the highest peaks!   

It was an attempt to intimidate Mr. Kent....and Kent was 
obviously shaken at the sight!  Yes, he was bigger than she 
was...but Cyn had all of those muscles!   Kent then rushed 
her, and Cyn nimbly glided out of the way on her high heels 
grabbing her attacker from behind.  She leapt on him like a 
horse.  Kent, caught off balance, fell down face first.
    
Cynthia then grabbed Mr. Kent by his hair and jerked his head 
up.  He was thrashing about on his hands and knees,  trying 
to escape, but Cyn was straddling his rib cage with her 
muscular legs.  It was over so quickly, and his efforts were 
futile.  Everyone was silent with horror.....Mrs. Sanders had 
won.  
"You should have never stood up to me, dumb ass!"  She 
crooned in Mr. Kent's ear.  "Now you're going to pay!"  

With that said, she began to flex and squeeze with her 
herculean legs....she was going to crush Mr. Kent!!!  
     
It was about this time that the group finally believed that 
this was real, and not just another one of Mr. Kent's 
eccentric workshops.  Kent was screaming in agony, while half 
of the group struggled to get free.  The other half sat 
terrified, their erections pushing through their loin cloths.  
Kent was yelling for help.  Suddenly the dull snap of bones 
came from within his chest.  The woman seemed to feed on it; 
her entire body erupting with strength, she squeezed even 
harder!!!  Rich could not help but watch!   Suddenly, out of 
the corner of his eye, the alter boy noticed someone was 
about to break free.  

It was Runacker!!  He dashed over to Cyn and Mr. Kent, but 
Cyn had seen him coming!  She dropped the screaming man's 
head to free both of her hands and stopped Runacker cold.  
Runacker's neck was now feeling the bulge of Cynthia's biceps 
as she held him in a head lock.  The woman was laughing 
wildly, two men now under her power!  She looked at her bound 
audience, threw her shoulders back, and triumphantly flexed 
the biceps on her free arm, the shimmering muscle pushing its 
way into the air victoriously.   Cyn seemed unconcerned about 
the efforts of her two captives. The scene was surreal 
against the fire light as the pair of grown men struggled to 
free themselves from Cynthia's barely clothed, muscular 
body!!  She held them at bay for what seemed like an hour, 
laughing a deep, almost sinister laugh all the while.
     
Mrs. Sanders then looked around at her audience, smiled, and 
finally finished Mr. Kent off.  With a final thrusting motion 
of her entire body, Cynthia arched her back and squeezed.  
Muscles separated and hardened...her legs and ass flexed to 
incredible heights!! The group heard Kent's rib cage 
collapse, and he dropped lifeless to the ground!!  Runacker 
was pleading and blubbering....without a word Cyn, smirking 
at her audience, turned his neck so far it snapped, and he 
too was dead!!!  There were moans of "Oh my God."  and "Lord 
save us."  One guy was even reciting the Lord's Prayer.  The 
alter boy sat, his penis was harder and larger than it had 
ever been.  Cyn started pacing back and forth in front of the 
group of men and boys.  The fire seemed to exaggerate the 
mountainous bumps which rose and fell on her exposed, tanned, 
skin.  
     
The vampish black leather bikini-thing was strung taut 
everywhere...a collar of sorts around her neck anchored wire 
thin strings which led to the smooth patches which covered 
her pert breasts.  Her tits pushed out, lifting the strings 
above and below them off her cut body.  From there a pair of 
the leather strings went to rings on either side of the 
fitted bottom, pulling it up high on her hips.  The back of 
the suit was minimal, but not one of those thongs the boy had 
seen her in at the gym.  Thin leather straps were all that 
covered her wide, imposing back.  The only fabric painted 
itself across her large, muscular ass.....shiny, black, and 
able to follow her every move.   The front of her suit was 
also impossibly tight, and in the glow of the fire, the boy 
noticed  the soft leather trying to make it's way between her 
pussy.  Her crotch formed two small mounds with the leather 
there.   Above that, a thin strip of leather attached to the 
two strings which came form her breast patches.  On that 
strip of leather, Cyn detached a riding crop.
     
Cynthia was slowly striding along on her heels in front of 
the group.  The boy caught sight of her, and remembered  one 
of Mr. Kent's workshops on sexuality in America.  Mr. Kent, 
who now lay dead less than 30 feet from him.  All of his 
faith in God had done nothing to protect him from being 
crushed by the muscular power of this sexual and sinister 
woman. 

 The muscles on Cyn reminded the boy of those on an animal.  
Large and lean; not an ounce of mass wasted.  Her sizable 
thighs and calves were swelling and bulging with each step.  
Her ass was nearly uncovered, and displayed the curves the 
boy had only imagined before.  One of her biceps was poking 
up as she curled her arm to rest the riding crop on her 
shoulder.  The other one hung at her side, yet it was still 
tight and ropy from the bulging mass of her bi's, tri's and 
forearms.   Her armor like stomach muscles were framed by the 
lines of her outfit, and looked like they would even repel 
bullets from a gun!   Before, her body had only implied how 
powerful she might be.  The boy knew, after seeing her in the 
gym, that Cyn was incredibly strong.  By using her bare hands 
to murder two men at once, she now proved herself easily 
superior to the stunned gathering.  
     
The woman was surveying the group of men in a slow methodical 
manner, while she strutted back and forth silently, showing 
off her dominating physique.  She then started stretching, 
flexing, bending and writhing.  The muscles of her body 
alternately swelling and relaxing.  Cynthia's outfit looked 
as though it might snap apart under the stress!  Deep, 
sensual moans came from her mouth.  It was almost a dance, 
and all of the men were captivated as she moved...strutting, 
prancing, flexing, and slithering on the concrete in front of 
them.   Her face was contorted in lustful longing, as she 
eyed each man. The alter boy glanced an instant at Ray, whose 
loin cloth was already soaked with cum.  He looked down the 
line...everyone's dick was erect!!!!  Some were already 
thrusting in a feeble attempt to masturbate at the sight of 
Cynthia's gym toned flesh, at the sound of her orgasmic 
moans.
     
Cyn then walked the center of the row of men. She pointed her 
high heel, and drawing an imaginary line, said, "You have to 
shoot you load at least this far, or else....", and she used 
her riding crop to point to the two dead men.  Cyn strutted 
down to the other end of the semi circle from the boy.
     
From behind she approached the first man.  Gripping his head 
with one arm, she straddled the bench and one of his skinny 
legs with her muscular one.  Slowly she pried the man's legs 
open, as he tried to keep them closed to no avail.  With her 
free hand, she gripped his cock and began jerking him off.  
Instantly he came, spurting out his load...moaning her name 
as he released.  As he was cumming Cyn looked up and shook 
her head back and forth.  She then began crushing his neck 
between her chest and biceps, choking him.  He was dead 
within seconds.

Cynthia made her way down the line.  Some men she just sat 
down and did it, others she teased...rubbing her crotch in 
their face or making them kiss her shoe, or ass, or biceps.  
Slapping them with the riding crop if the refused to 
cooperate.  By the time she got to Ray, only him and Rich 
were alive.  

"You're pitiful!" she said to Ray looking at his stains.  
"You've wasted yourself already."  

Cynthia straddled Ray from the front, and untied his hands.  
"Just to call it fair." she said.  Ray put his hands on Cyn's 
legs and desperately tried to squirm away.  She had no 
problem forcing Ray's head between her thighs.  He struggled 
violently, hitting and pounding Cyn's solid physique.  She 
made his efforts appear almost laughable, and Rich had a 
front row seat...even leaning away to avoid Ray's flailing 
arms.  

Ray, the pride of his high school, the bully who never chose 
Rich for a team, who ruled his petty roost with fear, 
charisma, and strength....Ray whose head was now clamped 
between a woman's huge thighs...Ray who was unable to break 
free.  Mrs. Sanders' smooth skin covered erupting strength, 
much more than even Ray could deal with. 
      
She began to squeeze slowly, and Ray screamed as he felt the 
pressure of those muscles increase around his face!  He was 
in hysterics now, barely able to breath, his panicked cries 
muffled by hard flesh.  Cyn grabbed both of his wrists, as he 
had resorted to trying to claw her in a final desperate 
attempt at freedom.  The alter boy was ever admiring her 
glistening body, and the way she was using her tremendous 
strength to slowly torture the bully who had harassed him for 
so long.   Slowly, Ray's skull began to crack.  His blonde 
hair became damp with blood, and his pitiful screams ceased.  
Cyn relaxed the flex, and the asshole's body dropped limp 
across the bench.  

Cyn then slowly pranced around in a slow tight circle, ending 
up in front of the boy.   Moving behind him, she ran her firm 
leather covered tits down his back, and back up again.  

"You've always been my favorite, Richard."  she said rising 
from her squat, and whispering in his left ear.  "You've been 
the only one who saved everything for me....not like these 
other weaklings."  

Rich was trembling now.  All of those glances she gave him, 
all of the little things now made sense!  She had wanted 
him!!  

"But what about your husband?" he asked.  "Oh, he's gone.  He 
was too weak, and I "divorced" him!"  She said laughing.  
"Now I'm all yours...or should I say that you are all mine?"  
Cynthia laughed harder.  

All the while Cynthia had been teasing the boy...flexing, 
stretching, rubbing her body against his penis.  He smelled 
the sweet musk as she pushed her crotch in his face.  The 
leather bikini thing was barely accommodating the powerful 
bulges she possessed.  Finally, she draped her python like 
thigh over his, and moved his leg apart with no resistance.  
She sat beside him, and held his head against her smooth, 
square pectorals.   Her other hand gripped his swollen shaft, 
and moved it back and forth slowly.  A numbness began to rise 
in his body, but he pinched it back.  No use...the feeling 
rose again, just like in the gym!  Just like when he was 
riding Mrs. Sanders' gorgeous muscular body, it shot to the 
surface with unchecked intensity.  There was no stopping 
it!!!!  He threw his head back on Cyn's shoulder moaning 
loudly, and cum began shooting out.  He heard the fire pit 
hiss as his juices struck the flames!  

"Unnnhh Unngnhhh Cynnnnthiaaaa Ohhhh Missuss Sanderssss!! 
Yessss!! Yurrrmusclllllzz!!"  Rich moaned in release...the 
flood gates of months of resistance bursting completely.
     
"Oh Richard, you possess such power!!"  Cyn said in surprise.  

His pent up juices  were hitting the fire nearly a dozen feet 
away!!  It was over, but he was far from satisfied.  This 
first taste of untold pleasure only left him wanting more.  
Cynthia sensed his need, and standing behind the alter boy, 
snapped the ropes which bound him.  She led him to the other 
side of the fire, to the semi-circle of benches opposite to 
where the carnage lay.  A blanket was draped over one 
section, and the powerful woman motioned for the alter boy to 
lay down on it.  The young virgin was on his back, his 
erection stuck up like a monument.  Cynthia straddled his 
bare body and the narrow bench, her crotch over his.  Then 
she flexed...flexed larger than he had ever seen!!!  The 
straps of the bikini-thing were under a terrible strain as 
Cyn's flesh swelled impossibly hard.  It was a battle, her 
muscles against the leather!  The suit fought, but finally 
the strings popped!!  The defeated bikini thing dropped to 
the ground with a quiet plop.  Cyn was left utterly naked, 
standing over the boy, clad only in her sexy, black high 
heels!
     
His lust had never subsided, and she squatted, lowering 
herself down to his erection.  Rich reached out gingerly, and 
slowly ran his hands up both of her legs, feeling the bulges 
of muscle as he found his way to her phenomenal ass!  Cynthia 
moaned in response.  He felt her silky wetness surround 
him...it was unlike anything he had felt before!  She began 
moving up and down rhythmically, as if she were moving along 
on a horse.  Rich was running his hands all over the woman's 
body, and he felt the muscles inside her squeeze, tug, and 
massage his penis as she moved.  She was moaning wildly, her 
powerful thighs flexing and relaxing, causing her to rise up 
and down faster and faster.  The boy felt the numbness again, 
only deeper and far more intense than before!  He was crying 
her name over and over.  That feeling seemed to spread from 
his crotch, up his spine to the back of his neck.  It then 
wrapped around his stomach and centered at his navel.  

Cyn was moving and moaning with unleashed passion.  Her 
vaginal muscles gripped and pulled.....the boy felt himself 
surrender and release into her!!!  Unlike at the fire, he 
didn't stop!!  He just kept releasing, his mind following the 
sound of Cyn's now tantric moaning.  He felt her hard 
erupting sweaty flesh beneath his palms, and then went numb 
as wave upon wave of desire poured out of him!!!    Rich was 
not in himself now, as he felt what must be his soul follow 
the numbness and leave his body and merge with hers.  He was 
a part of her, and felt Cyn's beautiful body strengthen with 
each load he pumped into her!!
     
Rich's body deserted, it drooped lifeless on to the bench.  
His soul was her's, and the boy's endless lust emptied into 
her, imparting power to her mind and body with each wave.  He 
looked down at himself, as Cyn kept draining the last spark 
of life from what used to be him.  She lifted his carcass up 
and down with her crotch, hands on her thighs and arching her 
back in pleasure, as if sucking every last drop through a 
straw.  Finally satisfied, Cynthia released her muscle grip 
dropping the human husk, and flexed a leg over.  Now more 
powerful than ever, she strutted naked around the fire and 
surveyed her conquest.  Her high heels clicked on the 
concrete.  The dying fire illuminated a body which was 
erupting with unbelievable muscularity.  Cynthia Sanders was 
ten times more powerful than before!!  Nothing could stop her 
now!!!!