Ginger - Part 1
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Ginger Lopez is super powered muscle teen who may be the next step in the evolution of womankind


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From a fairly early age it was apparent that Ginger Lopez was not like other
girls. From as early as kindergarten Ginger had always been the tallest
student in the class, and by a significant margin too. By the time she was in
sixth grade that difference had become even more apparent. She was almost a
foot taller than the other children and on top of that she was strong too,
stronger than some adults. These differences made her an outcast; Ginger
didn't have any friends, the other children were all frightened of her
although it wasn't without good reason. On top of being bigger and stronger
than the other children, Ginger was also above average in intelligence. She
had a conniving and selfish personality and with that a mean streak. Ginger
would use her strength to ensure she frequently got what she wanted.

By the time she was 16, it was quite clear that Ginger was unordinary and
perhaps extraordinary. She stood 6'6" and was a power packed 288 lbs. of solid
muscle. She had long brown hair which she dyed with blonde streaks that flowed
down over her tanned skin which revealed her Hispanic heritage. She had brown
eyes which seemed to dark almost to black whenever she got angry.

What made Ginger even more unusual was that nobody else in her family was like
her. Her father, mother and younger twin sisters were all average to below
average in height and weight, and like Ginger's peers they too were somewhat
frightened of her. The family lived on Long Island which was where Ginger
attended school. At school Ginger was a fairly average student, however her
average grades came more from a disinterest in classes than from a lack of
knowledge or understanding and her teachers were well aware of this. Ginger's
interest lay more in athletics, not because she liked sports but because they
were an outlet where she could be violent without repercussions.

Ginger had made the boys football team where she was perhaps not the heaviest,
but she was definitely the strongest player on the team. While most of the
players played both offense and defense, Ginger only played defense. She
didn't care what the score of the game was, Ginger played only for the chance
to hit and tackle. With her sheer size and strength, Ginger was a defensive
lineman. Opposing teams would double and sometimes triple team her to try and
stop her, but it was frequently in vain. Ginger could over power blockers with
one arm, it was often like a child against an adult.

Ginger's football career was short lived however. In one game she was triple
teamed as she rushed the quarterback. Ginger blew through the blockers like
they were paper however, separating the shoulder of one offensive lineman,
breaking the arm of another and giving the third a concussion all in the space
of just a few seconds. Ginger then reached the quarterback. The size
difference between them was immense as the quarter back was about 5'11" and
175 lbs. Ginger carried him backwards almost ten yard before slamming him
violently to the ground.

Ginger got up let out a primal roar of aggression and flexing her arms.
Meanwhile the opposing quarterback lay on the ground not moving, and he would
never move again. In tackling him Ginger had broken the boys neck killing him
instantly.

Following the incident Ginger was banned by the school district from playing
football for excessive violence. Ginger then decided to join the wrestling
team; but she was rejected as there was nobody in her weight class to wrestle.

The decision annoyed Ginger, so she decided to take up weightlifting. The
activity only served to make Ginger bigger, stronger and meaner. By the time
spring rolled around Ginger had grown to 6'9" and a terrifying 328 lbs. At the
local gym her strength seemed immeasurable as she had maxed out all the
machines.

People at the gym people were in awe of Ginger's twenty-six inch biceps and
that despite all of the working out she did that Ginger still sported a pair
of massive mammaries which sat on her muscular chest with no perceptible sag.
Her wide chest tapered down to a relatively thin waist, although thirty-six
inches was very relative.

Ginger was proud of how she looked and dressed in relatively revealing outfits
to show off. Wherever she went Ginger's physique drew attention. A lot of the
people were merely curious, there were some who were disgusted; however it was
the looks of envy and lust that Ginger enjoyed.

Ginger would often frequently hook up with anybody she caught looking at her
with lust, man or woman. Ginger would play the dominatrix painfully tormenting
them, something she enjoyed doing.

At first Ginger did it simply for her own enjoyment, but she soon realized
that she could offer her services for money. Ginger soon set up a website for
her services. With school now done for the summer she was able to focus on her
burgeoning business. With her powerful physique Ginger was able to attract
rather high-end clientele.

Late one night Ginger was at the Manhattan penthouse apartment of a wealthy
Wall Street hedge fund manager. Ginger had tied him to his king-sized bed with
a ball gag in his mouth, and was teasingly flexing for him, watching his cock
get harder and harder as he was turned on by her body dressed in a skimpy
leather outfit befitting a dominatrix. Once he was fully hard Ginger climbed
on the bed and straddled him. Her huge back was almost as wide as the entire
her bed. Ginger did a double biceps pose, eliciting a muffled moan from the
man.

"Like that do you?" Ginger asked.

The man nodded.

"Well I know something else you'll like," Ginger said.

Ginger then lowered herself down onto his erect cock. The man let out a yelp
of excitement as his dick slid inside of her. However once Ginger had taken
his entire cock inside of her that excitement soon turned to fear as Ginger
leaned down and gave him an evil grin.

The man let out a pained scream as Ginger clamped down with vaginal muscles
that most women didn't have control over; but Ginger wasn't most women. There
was a squelching sound and then a moment later Ginger lifted herself up taking
the man penis which was still inside her with her. She leaned back a bit and
put her fingers on either side of her pussy almost as if aiming and then a
moment later the mangled remains of the man's prick came out and struck him in
the face.

Ginger laughed as the man screamed and struggled against the ropes that tied
him to the bed but he couldn't get free.

"Let me tell you a story," Ginger said to her captive. "You see before I did
this I was on my high school football team. Can you believe that? A girl
playing football."

Ginger chuckled at her own story but the man didn't find it funny. He merely
stared wondering what she was planning and hoping he would soon get medical
attention.

"Of course it wasn't really fair, for the boys that is," Ginger continued. "I
dominated them; teams would have to forfeit because their offensive lines were
injured because of me. Then in one game I blew through the offensive line to
the quarterback. He was a scrawny kid, under six feet tall and well under two
hundred pounds, nothing compared to me. I tackled him so hard that his neck
snapped."

The man's eyes went wide. He'd remembered hearing that story on the news but
he hadn't realize that Ginger was the girl from that story.

"They said it was an accident; I said it was an accident," Ginger said. "But
you want to know something? It wasn't an accident."

Ginger grinned sadistically which terrified the man.

"Oh, the sound of snapping his neck, the feeling of his body being crumpled
underneath mine..." Ginger said as she closed her eyes and remembered. "It was
glorious."

Ginger opened her eyes and stared into the man's.

"The only problem was that it was over so quickly," Ginger stated.

The man suddenly realized what Ginger intended to do, he began struggling
against his bonds again trying to get free, but he was constantly weakening
from the blood loss from the gaping wound where his penis had once been.

"Ever since then I've been searching for that feeling again, waiting for the
perfect opportunity." Ginger said. "I could let you bleed out and watch the
life fade from your eyes, but where's the fun in that."

Ginger put her hands on either side of the man's head. He was surprised at how
big her hands were and yet that they still had that feminine look.

"Skull crushing time," Ginger said.

Ginger then began to squeeze her hands together. The man let out an agonized
but muffled scream, the pain of Ginger squeezing his head more painful than
having his dick ripped off by his penis. Ginger was slowly applying more and
more force, trying to draw it out.

There were small cracking noises as the man's skull began to break. His jaw
dislocated and his mouth fell open, the ball gag falling loose. By this point
he had been screaming so much that he was now hoarse and could barely make a
sound. The shape of his head began to distort and one of his eyeballs flew out
of its socket and bounced off Ginger's boobs and onto the bed. Then all at
once his skull finally caved. Blood and brains flew everywhere as his head
caved under the pressure of Ginger's hands.

Ginger laughed as she looked at her gore stained hands as she held them over
the now headless corpse.

"Fuck that was amazing!" Ginger exclaimed.

Ginger got up off the bed and admired her handiwork. The man's left leg
actually twitched a couple of times making her chuckle.

Ginger then went to the man's shower and cleaned herself off. She got dressed
in her clothes and went to the man kitchen. She made herself a meal and downed
a bottle of what she guessed was a very expensive wine since it had a French
name and the year 1954 on it then went back to the bedroom. In the closet of
the bedroom was a safe, Ginger didn't know the code but she was able to rip
the safe open with her bare hands, the steel giving way as if she had melted
it with a torch.

Inside the safe Ginger found a bunch of expensive watches, some other
jewellery and what looked like $100,000 in cash. Ginger took the cash but left
the watches and jewellery, they could be pawned but that could be traced back
to her, and she didn't want to deal with going to a pawn shop, plus the cash
was enough for Ginger.

"Thanks for the good time," Ginger said to the headless corpse as she left the
bedroom.

Ginger then took the keys to the man's 2010 Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren and then
took the elevator down to the garage. Even with the seat all the way back
Ginger still found the seat somewhat cramped, but it was still driveable.
Ginger pulled out onto the streets of New York. It was night so traffic was
relatively light and Ginger raced through the streets back home to Long
Island.

Ginger wasn't about to leave the car in her family's driveway though, instead
she drove to a bridge near her house and got out of the car. Ginger then
grabbed the car by the chassis and with a mighty heavy flipped it up and over
the guard rail and into the water below. She looked over the bridge to see the
car sink beneath the water. Satisfied Ginger then walked home.

By the time Ginger got home it was just after 2 am. As soon as Ginger entered
the front door the hallway light came on, blinding her for a second.

"Where were you all night?" Ginger's mother Gloria demanded.

Ginger blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the light before she saw
both her parents standing angrily in front of her in their pajamas.

"Manhattan," Ginger replied.

"Manhattan? What were you doing in Manhattan?" her father Eduardo asked.

"Working," Ginger answered.

"Working? Doing what?" Gloria inquired suspiciously.

Ginger just smirked and pulled out a wad of the cash she had stolen.

"Where did you get that?" Eduardo questioned her.

"It's payment for services rendered," Ginger stated.

"Payment for... Ginger what did you do?" Gloria demanded.

"That's between me and the client," Ginger responded coyly.

"I don't like this," Eduardo said. "If you're not going to be straight with us
then perhaps I'll just have to call the police."

Eduardo headed to the kitchen to get his phone. However he didn't get more
then three steps before Ginger grabbed her father and put him in a headlock,
his head dwarfed by the enormous bicep and large forearm of his daughter's
right arm.

"Ginger! Let go of your father!" Gloria screamed at her daughter.

"No, I don't think so," Ginger replied.

As Gloria watched in horror Ginger flexed her bicep, the huge muscle bulged
and pressed hard against Eduardo's skull. Eduardo squirmed and tried to get
free, but his daughter was much bigger and stronger than him. Suddenly his
head imploded under the pressure blasting gore all over the hallway.

Ginger laughed as her mother screamed in horror as Ginger dropped her father's
decapitated corpse to the ground.

"Two in one night, oh it's glorious!" Ginger exclaimed.

"Two in one night? Ginger what did you do?" Gloria asked.

Ginger knew she had to kill her mother; she had to now that she'd killed her
father right in front of her mother.

"Well earlier tonight I went to the penthouse of some Wall Street big wig and
crushed his skull and ripped off his junk," Ginger replied with a sadistic
grin.

Gloria stared at her daughter in horror, then fell to her knees as Ginger
advanced towards her.

"Please Ginger, don't do this," Gloria begged as her eyes welled up with
tears.

"Oh, but I so want to," Ginger replied. "And from now on I'm only going to do
what I want."

Ginger then wrapped her left arm around her mother's head and just as she had
with her father Ginger crushed her mother's skull.

"Fucking amazing!" Ginger stated as she let Gloria's corpse fall to the
ground.

Ginger flexed her muscles as she stood over her parents' corpses revelling the
high of adrenaline she was feeling.

"What's going on?" Ginger heard a voice ask from the top of the stairs.

Ginger turned and looked up to see her twin sisters Theresa and Eliza standing
at the top of the stairs. The two of them were only 11 years old. Ginger knew
that they two needed to be eliminated.

Without answering them Ginger made her way up the stairs which creaked under
her weight. She patted both sisters on the head with her blood stained hands.

"Well Mom and Dad are dead," Ginger told her sisters. "And now you two are
going to join them."

Before either sister could begin to comprehend what was happening Ginger
slammed their heads together face first into each other. Their skulls caved in
from the force killing them instantly. Ginger let their bodies fall to the
ground and then stepped over them and went to the bathroom.

For the second time that night Ginger showered to clean blood off herself. She
then went to her room and got dressed. She then packed a bag with a few other
clothes and miscellaneous things. She then stepped over the bodies of her
family as she made her way downstairs. She grabbed the keys to the family
minivan and drove off into the night.

To be continued...