Gina's Rage by The Captian "Gina's Rage" - A Roger Johnson Story by The Captian Another early morning meeting with the editors had dragged me away from my tiny apartment. The elevator I was riding in looked like it had been built before World War One and last repaired during the Korean War. And at the speed it was traveling I felt worried I would miss out on the next great war. At the twenty- fifth floor a tall slim blonde joined me. I had seen her before, she was some kind of clerk or secretary for an insurance company. She had the perfected constant frost which kept men away and told me she knew she was prime eye-candy. Her starched white blose and calf-length black skirt did little to hide her top-heavy form and long-lean legs. Sadly, she probibly had twice the muscle back when she was twelve. But while her face told me she was in her thirties or early forties, she had a body of someone twenty years younger. We were half way between floors when the lights went out. And then the elevator stopped. Well, this was New York, which was as famed for it's black-outs as it's muggers. I didn't know how long this would be, but I expected an hour delay at least. My editors would just have to wait. I glanced towards miss Frost Queen to catch her reaction. In the pale glow of the emergency light I could tell that she was just about to freak out. The papers she had been carrying slowly fluttered to the floor of the elevator as her hands turned into claws. Her eyes gained a trapped animal shine to them, and she was hyper-ventalating so hard she must have been taking lessons. "Excuse me miss, are you OK?", I asked in my best imitation of Captian Obvious. She turn to look in my general direction. I wouldn't have been surprized if she started to hunger for my brain and turn into a flesh-eating zombie. When I looked into her eyes I didn't see human any more. "Yeah, right. So, what's you name?" "Gina," she answered with the effort normally used to solve torpedo firing solutions. I sighed, "OK Gina, I'd like to check our options. So, if you don't mind, I'll lift you up so that you can peek out of the roof hatch. I figure even an out-of-shape guy like me can lift a slim girl like you. Are you ready?" I bent down and wrapped my arms around her legs and lifted he up. I must really need to do some exercise, I could barely pick her up. While I strained to keep her in the air she fumbled with the latch to the roof hatch. After a few minutes we both gave up. I sat down to rest and for some odd reason she sat next to me. "Let me see your driver's license," I asked. Gina fumbled with her purse for a moment before I took it from her and pulled out what I wanted. "This must be a mistake, you can't weigh one-seventy-eight. Not with your figure, you must have lost over sixty pounds." I tossed the card back into her purse and handed it back to her. "Not lose weight, gain," Gina muttered to herself. "Well, you sure didn't put on fat, so it must be hidden muscle. If that's the case, you can pick me up and I'll open the hatch." I explained. Gina nodded as if this was the most logical thing she had ever heard and stood up. I sighed again, "Look Gina, I weigh over two hundred pounds. Do you really think you can lift me high enough to reach the roof?" She looked at me for a moment and then looked at the roof and said "Yes". Then she bend down, wrapped her arms around my legs and gracefully stood up. For the first time I felt the smooth power she kept hidden. This would have been the perfect situation for me, alone with an attractive woman who had powerful muscles and was willing to pick me up. But then I discovered that the metal roof hatch was now too hot to touch. "Gina, put me down. We can't go that way right now." She put me gently down onto the floor, showing the same amount of strain as if I was a loaf of bread. For an instant I pictured her legs crushing a large stack of egg cartons. Was there something familiar about her? But I didn't have time to wrestle with that memory. "Gina, I don't think we can wait. I'm going to try to force these doors open." I went over to the elevator doors and strained to force them open. After several minutes I had to admit to myself that I was not as athletic as I was twenty years ago. I could now feel the heat coming from the roof. And worse, I could hear the roar of the appoarching fire. I looked over to Gina, "OK muscles, open these doors." She walked over to the doors and gripped the edges with a slim fingers. I could see long-hidden muscles expanding along her arms and back. Ripples of strength ran up and down along her body. "Wait a second Gina, we don't want to get that nice top all dirty, why don't you hand it to me while you work." She turned to me with an odd look, almost as if she was hearing voices, "Please hold this," she said calmly as she took off her white bloose. Under her pale skin I could see a maze of tiny blue veins and ripples of muscles. She returned to her efforts, straining with all her might to pull open the elevator doors. While I had seen many women with more massive muscles than I was seeing, Gina was clearly built for power and not for show. I couldn't help myself, even though both our lives were in danger, I reached out and grabbed her right arm, feeling her beyound-rock-hard muscles. A deep guttural rumbling filled her throat. She now showed highly-visible muscle on every inch of her body. I felt as well as heard something mettalic snap as Gina forced the inner doors open. We now had our choice as we could see the elevator doors from two different floors. "Try to open the lower door, I can see the latch mechanism" She nodded and started to bend down but then stopped and turned to me. "You touched we when I was fighting the door. Are you one of those guys who's into muscle women?" "Yeah, I am. Sorry, won't happen again." Gina smiled for the first time, "When I was sixteen I posed for these guys, picking them up and crushing wierd stuff between my legs. I never knew if they had a real magazine or not, I never saw a copy at the book store. It seemed odd that men would pay money to see my muscles. What did you feel when you touched me?" "Power. Like nothing I've ever felt before. Almost super-human." "You're a writer for that tech magazine, the one with all the wierd crap? I've seen your name, it's Johnson, right?" Gina looked down for an instant, "Yeah, I can remember that. Tell you what, when we're alone, you can feel all the muscle you can handle. Now, please hold this while I work." She reach back and undid her bra, revealing near-D-cup breats that seemed to need little support. She tossed the bra at me and turned to grab the thick betal bars that held the outer door closed. Shawdows rippled beneath her firm breasts. "A couple of years ago this guy paid me a hundred dollars if I would break a bicycle chain by expanding my chest." I could see the bars slowly giving way to her increadable strength. "Were you able to do it?" I asked. "Yeah, I was sore for a week, but I did it. I guess he figured I couldn't do it because he sounded really surprised when the chain broke. What I didn't know was that he had a hidden video camera. I eventually found out about it. What he really wanted to make was some kind of bondage video, so when I broke his chain he ended up with a worthless video. The guy didn't even show my face, just a close up of my tits pushing against the chain. I used a fake name and bought a couple of copies for my collection." The thick bars snapped off in her hands, freeing the outer door. She turned to me, much calmer than she had been moments ago, took her clothes from me, dressed and picked up the papers she had dropped. She helped me get through the gap, and smiled when I took a moment to enjoy her now hidden strength. However, the glaze of panic returned to her eyes as she spotted the thick layer of smoke that now filled the hallway. We started to crawl to the stairwell. "Wow, looks like something exploded! The ceiling is caved in and a bunch of file cabinets were pushed over in front of the emergency exit!" I tried to remember what was in the floor above, was it a dentist office? What could explode in a dentist office I wondered. "Damm it! There are fire-proof cabinets! Each one must weigh at least four hundred pounds!" "Six hundred," muttered Gina as she pointed to a small metal sign, "FireQueen Model Five, unloaded weight six hundred pounds. Rated for one-hour at 1700 degrees Fahrenheit." "Wonderful, I bet there's almost a hundred pounds of paper inside of them. We've got to find another way down, not even your muscles can move those. Come on Gina, we've got to get going!" "Don't have to move all of them," she muttered to herself, "Just need to move THIS one!" Gina lunged at one of the file cabinets, forcing her arms around it in a modified bear-hug. For a moment she remained motionless and then her muscles exploded into view with a violence that nearly tore all of her clothing off. Her panic had turned her once again into a female creature with inhuman strength. All I could do was watch this slim blonde transform into ... something I couldn't name. But then I remembered those stories of mom's lifting cars off of their sons and husbands. Gina was already built strong, perhaps a sudden burst of panic-driven adrenalin was shutting down her brain and giving her super-human strength. Slowly the file cabinet rose from the floor as Gina's muscles powered up to mythological size and strength. For a moment I could picture her wearing armor and a great horned-helmet. But then Gina dropped the cabinet, causing the floor to shake. She looked up at me, grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me into the stairwell. She carried me down twenty floors and then out into an empty office. With her muscles still pumped up from moving that seven-hundred-pound file cabinet, I was helpless to resist. Something in the brush with danger and the extreme physical effort had roused an animal passion in her. She found a small meeting room and tossed me onto the floor, a moment later what remained of her cloths joined me. Suddenly understanding what she wanted I quickly undressed. The intensity of our love-making grew to the point that I passed out from the pressure only to wake hours later as firemen discovered us. She must have dressed me before they arrived and found an emergency blanket to cover herself. At first I was confused by the thumbs-up I was recieving from the firemen, but then I overheard that Gina had made up a story that made me some kind of hero and hid any mention of her strength. Clearly she was embaressed about her abilities, so I kept quiet and accepted the praise. We started going out a week later and she eventually showed me the video of her busting that bike chain.