Coping with Power Chap. 6
by demented 20
The story of Moira Kelly and her quest for ultimate strength and power


Moira Kelly had always been the tallest and the most athletic growing up. She
was the youngest daughter out of the six children, but she had a younger
brother. Growing up she and her younger brother had been best of friends and
worst of competitors. By the age of 7 she was nearly as tall as her oldest
sister and nearly as strong as John, her oldest brother who was 14. It was a
happy childhood overall. Moira was a good student and loved sports. Of all the
Kelly children she was the one who stood out in sports. She didn't care as
much about individual statistics or achievements as much a victory for the
team. That was one of the reasons she never really tested herself to see how
strong she was. As an adolescent, she had not been overtly muscular, just
hints of muscle when she really exerted herself. People told her that when she
tensed up, she became hard as stone when she was trying to do something
difficult, but it didn't matter to Moira. None of that mattered until one day
she did something she didn't normally do.

Peter Sims was her best friend all during the eighth grade. He was skinny and
looked taller than he really was. He was smart and really witty. Sometimes
Moira thought that he was too witty. He had gotten himself into an argument
with a high school senior. The argument had something to do with seniors not
being all that much better than eighth graders. Moira thought it was stupid.
She looked at seniors like they were higher beings. She couldn't wait to
become a high school freshman. Being a senior was so far into the future that
she couldn't even see it.

The senior, Todd, was there every Tuesday and Thursday to mentor thought the
argument was stupid, but Peter kept on going.

Finally Peter brought her into it. He told Todd that Moira was the strongest
girl in the eighth grade and that she could beat him in a test of strength.
Moira wanted to slap Peter right at that moment. She had never done a test of
strength in her life unless you counted playing mercy, thumps, and wrestling
with her brothers.

"This little girl?", Todd asked pointing in her direction. Moira frowned at
his attitude. She wasn't that much shorter than he, but he had quite a bit of
mass on her. He wasn't a star athlete, but he did play football and he was on
the track team. He actually had a good toned lean physique.

"I'm not all that little.", Moira told Todd. Then she looked at Peter. "Let's
go. My mom's going to be here in a few minutes to pick us up."

Peter would have none of it. "Arm wrestle right now. She'll beat you. I'll put
five dollars on it."

"Anything to shut you up!", Todd exclaimed and sat down at the study room
table. "Come on let's get this over with so I can

sign off and go home." Besides, there was no one else around to watch the
match. He didn't want people to think that he was beating up on a little girl.

Moira sat down at the table opposite Todd not knowing what else to do. She
would give it all she had, loose, make sure Peter paid Todd the five dollars
then go home and pound on Peter.

"Ok, how do you do this?", Moira asked as she settled into the chair.

Todd showed her and tried to make sure she had as much of a grip as she could
get. Todd wasn't an expert, but most guys have arm-wrestled at one time or
another. Peter stood to the side and had the honor of counting down. Moira
stared at Todd over their interlocked hands and at the sound of '3' they both
started. Todd made the first of his tactical mistakes. He should have tried to
put her hand down on the table from the get go. If he had, the match would
have been over. Moira was a novice and had never felt the force from an older
boy's arm. He had a good peak and a blue vein snaked over the top of his
defined biceps. Moira absorbed Todd's initial power and found to her surprise
that she could hold him off. She pushed their hands back to neutral. Todd was
frowning now and his face showed just a bit of strain, but not worry.

Peter was in hog heaven. He was cheering, but neither competitor heard him. He
reached over and touched both wrestlers upper arms. There was a sheen of sweat
appearing on both arms. Todd's arm was hard to the touch. More and more blood
was being fed into his muscle. Peter saw the beginnings of striations appear
near the rear of his biceps. It was a very good arm for a 17 year old young
man. Moira's arm on the other hand looked small in comparison. If Todd's arm
was 14 or more inches, Moira's was closer to 10, but hard as stone. Peter
didn't want to distract her, but he gave her bicep a gentle squeeze to make
sure he was feeling what he thought he was feeling. He pulled his hand back
and looked. Her arm was flexed he could see that. There was a very discernible
peak and her triceps were visible and her deltoid muscles fired with the
shifting tension flowing between the two hands. Moira was clearly working
harder, but Todd was now surprised. He frowned a bit and started to take a
deep breath. Moira had been looking at him over their hands. Her arm was
burning and starting to shake. Years of athletic competition paid off for her
though. As soon as she saw Todd start to take his breath, she powered with her
arm and shoulder into his. Before he could mount a comeback, his hand hit the
table.

Neither wrestler made a move after the match ended. Todd because of shock and
Moira because exhaustion. It didn't matter; Peter made enough noise for the
both of them. He jumped up and down.

"Told you told you!" he yelled.

"Good match", Moira told her still stunned and humbled foe.

"How did you do that? I've never seen any girl that strong."

Peter was yelling something or other, but Moira answered him calmly, "I don't
know. I have two older brothers. I guess wrestling with them helps."

She didn't know it, but her calm in the matter helped Todd through his crisis
of manhood. He had just been beaten by an eighth grade girl. "I'll have to get
you next time."

"Yeah, I would give you another shot now," she told him, "but I'm tired."

"That's cool." Todd got up to leave.

Moira turned to Peter who was still smiling. He was about to mention something
about his five bucks, but Moira silenced him with a finger in his face and a
stern look. "You better not tell anybody about this! Or I'll use these to make
you shut up." Moira flexed her arms in front of her friend. There wasn't a lot
of definition there, but Peter knew how hard they were and decided to be quiet
about it.

Moira was true to her word. She gave Todd a rematch. They arm-wrestled six
more times. She took two and he took four. He'd beaten her best of seven. That
was fair enough she thought. She didn't know if she was the strongest girl in
the school, but she figured she was. After a while, her matches with Todd
faded into memory.

By senior year of high school, Moira had stopped growing just as she pushed
the tape to six feet. That was a good height she thought. She was taller than
all except one of her brothers and all of her sisters. Unlike grade school,
Moira had lost all her baby fat and was now a tall lean strawberry blond that
all the guys wanted to date. Her clear blue eyes saw that her following in
school was second only to the captain of the football team. She got invited to
every party and got to sit at any table in the lunch room she wanted. Teachers
even gave her an easy ride. Part of that was from her efforts in the
classroom. Moira loved chemistry and therefor had to like math. She studied
just as hard in the classroom as she played on the court. Moira was captain of
the volleyball team and the basketball team. Both teams won championships that
year and Moira Kelly had been the MVP of both state tournaments.

Everything was going her way. Colleges were falling over themselves to get her
to commit to play basketball at their school. Moira finally decided on
Vanderbilt University. She wanted to either major in chemistry or biology and
of the top programs they were the best school. The local papers made a big
deal of her signing with a big time conference school. She reported to school
and all was right with the world until the eighth game of her first year. She
sprained her ankle. It was as bad a sprain as she could have done without
tearing any ligaments. While rehabbing from her injuries, Moira started
lifting weights for the first time in her life. She took to it as a
particularly eager fish takes to water.

She spent hours in the weight room working her upper body and then after a
while working to strengthen her leg after the injury. Moira tried to come back
during the NCAA tournament, but injured her other leg because she had come
back too early. Moira went right back to the weight room. Her already lean and
athletic muscles responded well. Her arms for the first time in her life had
real defined biceps and triceps and her shoulders were something to behold.
She didn't want to gain a lot of size, but rather quickness. She had an
abundance of fast twitch fibers and she put them to great use. When the next
season started, Moira was the strongest and most prepared small forward in the
conference. She made the first of three all conference teams. Her boyfriend at
the time convinced her to enter some figure competitions. She placed well, but
did better in the Ms. Galaxy type competitions where strength, athleticism and
looks were factored in.

Lisa graduated as a star on the women's basketball team and once again team
captain her senior year. She was 22 with a double major in chemistry and
biology from a prestigious school. She wanted to go to grad school maybe even
med school, but not right away. In the days before the WNBA there were no pro
leagues in the US, and the thought of playing in Europe didn't appeal to her.
She took a part-time teaching job and a spot at a research lab in the summer
months, while working on her masters degree. That was either the best thing to
ever happen to her, or the worst mistake she'd ever make.

By this time, Moira was into power lifting. In her weight class, she was
scoring near the top in regional meets and had a chance to go to nationals.
She was purely a natural competitor. Her muscles had always been dense and
hard. They still were, but now that she worked out five times a week, they
were even harder than before. Some of the stronger guys in the gym couldn't
dent her muscles when she flexed them, and all of them tried at one time or
another. Her body was still lean. Most powerlifters carried more fat and had
much bigger muscles than Moira, but she could beat most of the more heavily
muscled women.

In the lab, Moira was one of the head technicians working on a chemical to
help regrow muscle in mice. The compound was showing some promise, but it
wasn't ready yet. One day in the lab Moira noticed a man walking around the
lab who she'd never seen before. He would stop at certain stations and would
talk to some of the techs before moving on. There was no one with him and he
had no clipboard like the observers. Moira kept on working not caring who he
was or what he was doing. Finally he came behind her. She could feel his
breath on her shoulder, but didn't take her eyes off her work. She dared not
to because she was mixing two dangerous chemicals.

"I would like you to pose for me", the man said barely above a whisper.

"What?", Moira asked more loudly than she would have liked.

"You will find it rewarding. I'll pay you a thousand dollars for a session of
no more than 90 minutes."

Moira didn't know what to say. She needed the money, but she had no idea what
this guy would do. And pose how? Nude? Her mind screamed no, but she did need
the money. "At your house?"

"Yes, at my house. I am Dr. Jonathan Rollen. I do not ask this often, but I
have seen you at some of your competitions. You are quite gifted." He slid a
folded piece of paper beside her work station and walked away. He spoke with
every other tech in the room. Moira listened closely. He spoke about work to
the rest of them.

She called the number on the paper after she got off of work. He told her
where to meet him and what sorts of clothes to bring. Moira knew she should
back out of the arrangement, but sometimes she was too stubborn for her own
good.

Dr. Rollen lived in a good part of town back in the hills on a wooded piece of
land. He was waiting for her as Moira drove her overworked black Honda Civic
around to the front door of his very large house. The doctor wore a button
down shirt and very nice slacks. He was gracious and courteous as he lead her
into his house. He led her around a few corners to a dining room. Moira
stopped when she came around the corner.

"Hey, you didn't say there would be other people watching. I've never done
this before", she protested.

"I never said there would not be either. But if it is troublesome for you,
I'll pay you two thousand."

That sealed it. Moira frowned, but walked with her bag into the room.

"Gentlemen, this is Moira Kelly. She has graciously agreed to present her
fabulous physique to us this evening with a private show. This is her first
time. We should be in for a treat."

Moira looked around the table. All the men were in their late middle age years
or in the early stages of senior citizenship. They all looked wealthy. These
men probably saw more money in an hour than Moira had seen in her entire life.
All in all they didn't look like a bad group. Dr. Rollen showed Moira where to
change clothes. The small room had good lighting, a full length mirror and a
bottle of red wine chilling. Moira stretched and did many pushups, crunches,
and dips before feeling sufficiently warm. Then Moira changed into her best
bikini posing outfit and carefully applied oil over her body. She looked at
herself in the mirror and was satisfied. She still had to down three glasses
of the good Italian wine before she had the nerve to open the door and step
out. When she did, she heard the soft music playing in the parlor and went in
there. The men were arrayed in a semicircle with after dinner drinks. They had
been chatting, but stopped when she walked in.

Moira's long athletic strides hinted at the muscle her skin was hiding. The
music was instrumental and soothing. It appealed to her Celtic roots and she
found herself moving to the music right away. The men watched her every move.
Normally this would have bothered Moira, but the wine, the music, or the
feeling she got when the men gave her their attention kept her going. She
stood in the middle of the men and flexed her arms quickly, just giving a
taste of what was in store. She moved to the rhythm of the music and made sure
every muscle group was displayed. These men were obviously conusors. They
understood the hours of work Moira had put in to make her body look the way it
did.

Moira was getting into the moment and loosing what inhibitions the alcohol had
left behind. She held the men. She could tell they were excited. Their breaths
were short and their eyes barely blinked. They didn't want to miss a moment.
They were cool though. None of them made a sound and not one of them
interrupted her. If she was meant to be entertainment for the evening then
entertain she would. She slowly put both hands behind her head and came down
into an abdominal crunch. She glanced down at them and couldn't remember the
last time they had been as defined and cut as they were at that moment. She
put a little extra into the flex and one of the men came up out of his chair.
He walked over to her still holding his drink. He stopped mere inches from her
and extended his hand towards her stomach, but stopped short of touching her.

"Go ahead", she told the man who looked to be in his seventies. "They won't
break."

He touched them gently. He ran his fingers over her six pack making sure to
trace every contour. Moira swayed her hips causing the muscles to writhe and
dance under her skin. The man was in heaven. She could see it in his eyes.

She turned profile and flexed her right arm in his face. He pulled his head
back an inch or so, but then reached out to trace her arm too. He started at
the shoulder and worked his way to her elbow over the biceps and then down
over the triceps back to the shoulder. He then put his hand around her upper
arm and squeezed just a bit.

Moira flexed harder spreading his fingers apart. "Squeeze it if you want to
know." Moira knew what he wanted. He squeezed it as hard as he could without
loosing the air or coolness and civility that all the men maintained. The
muscle did not dent. It never did. Moira knew it, and now this man knew it
too. She flexed for him slowly and powerfully. She went through every major
muscle group before he seemed satisfied. She ended her improv posing routine
and went back to the little dressing room.

Dr. Rollen was there a few minutes later. "That was fantastic. They would like
for you to do this again some time."

"It wasn't too bad", Moira had actually enjoyed the attention. She always had
in a way, but she wasn't going to let on too much.

"Here are the two thousand dollars." She reach out and took the bundle of 20
dollar bills from his hand. "And here is a bonus for being the best we've seen
in quite some time." The doctor pulled another stack of money from his pocket.
Moira didn't know how much it was and didn't care.

"Thank you, Doctor."

"No, thank you, Moira. There is a shower and bath in the next room should you
require it. I will show you out when you are ready." With that he closed the
door.

Moira made $2500 that night. That was almost as much money as she made in a
month. A few more sessions like that one and she could buy that brand new '91
Camry she had been looking at.

Moira did more sessions, not just with Dr. Rollen, but with others as well.
She was making a good bit of money on the side doing these things. She'd want
to stop research and do this full time, but after a few months it became
apparent that she could. She may have stopped research and gone into
powerlifting and posing on the gentleman's circuit full time if not for a
chance meeting at a powerlifting contest.

Moira had competed in this contest for two years in a row and was defending
champion. This year though, she realized she wasn't going to be champion. This
one woman was just on fire. There was no chance. Moira beat her personal best
on all her lifts, but still came in second. After the show, Moira rested in
the audience before heading back home. A man sat down next to her and held out
his hand. Moira took it.

"Nice contest. You did real good.", he told her.

Moira smiled a bit, but not broadly. "I thought I had a chance to win, but
that one girl..."

"Yeah. I know her trainer."

Moira huffed. "What's her secret?", Moira asked on a whim.

"Its a chemical cocktail lovingly called the 'juice'."

Any sort of chemical mixture was interesting to her. That started her down the
road. The man's name was Ron and she could tell that he had something to do
with the juice.

They met the next week and it was there that Moira first saw the chemical list
that made up the juice. Moira was appalled. This stuff would kill a hog she
thought, but with her background she started working on it on her own. After
six months, she tried her new concoction on a mouse and in another four months
she knew all she had to know. Against her better judgment, a month out from a
big show, Moira started taking the juice herself. Her workouts increased
within the first three days of taking it. It was amazing. At 140 lbs. her
bench press had been a very respectable 255 lbs, but over the next month her
bench went up to 290. Moira had gone through periods where her best lifts
would go up quickly before leveling out. After a couple shows and a few months
of training Moira realized that this new cocktail she had worked out would
allow the body to keep gaining strength. She didn't know where the upper limit
of her strength was, but now her bench press was more than 340 lbs, and it
showed no signs of slowing.

Moira was now doing shows, winning shows, and not even training before them.
Her body was going through changes that she didn't realize or care about. She
did know that now that regular powerlifting shows were no longer a challenge.
She had to act like she was straining now to do lifts that in her own workouts
would be warm up weight. That got old after the fifth or sixth time. Moira was
now more concentrated on growing her own strength and seeing what she was
capable of. Moira never entered another regular powerlifting show. Moira had
been working with Ron on and off for the last year or so. She didn't know what
Ron's business was, but Moira had been selling her version of the 'juice'.
Moira had no idea how popular her concoction was becoming and while in the
process of working on her own strength, she didn't notice that she was making
about five or six thousand dollars for a months worth of transactions.

Moira was also getting a fairly large local following. Other scientists and
researchers were now working with her on the juice. They helped make it better
as they themselves starting using it. After a couple years of training with
the aid of the juice, the twenty plus members of the inner group that used the
juice, set up a power lifting show of their own. That was when Moira got on
the road she's on now. Shortly after winning the women's side of their
impromptu show, Moira quit her teaching job and then not long after setting up
a lab in an old warehouse the group of them had bought, she quit her research
job. For the next ten years Moira worked on her body and refined the juice
until the seventy-five people of the inner circle of users could lift inhuman
amounts of weight. Moira wasn't sure of her limit because it had been going up
week after week for the last twelve years, but now it wasn't going up fast
enough for her.

She had been the strongest woman of the group since the beginning. At first
the ratio of strength difference between women and men had been near the same
as for regular men and women, but Moira's body seemed to be more responsive to
the juice than most other people. She was now stronger than all but two or
three of the men. Maybe stronger than just one, Edgar. That burned her. She
was the second strongest person in the world she figured and that wasn't good
enough anymore. She needed to get an edge, and had an idea how to get that
edge.

At age 34 Moira looked almost nothing like she had years earlier when she had
posed for Dr. Rollen and his guests. Moira was now 300 pounds of solid muscle.
Her every muscle was chiseled with perfection. Her skin was a little darker
now, almost like she had been on the beach and gotten a tan, but in reality
the color was the result of the chemical cocktail she took twice a day. It
made her look like she was a competitive bodybuilder although she had never
really been one. At this point in her life, there was no thought further from
her mind. She kept up with the women and men who trained their bodies to
compete on stage. If they only knew what she knew. They would never be as
strong or their muscles be as defined as her were. Her biceps cold could rival
the best of men after they had warmed up, but their strength was otherworldly.
She could rip the arm off a male bodybuilder, and she could defeat a
powerlifter at any test of strength with so much ease it wasn't worth
mentioning. At night before going to sleep, Moira would often smile as she
thought about entering the World's Strongest Man competition. Then she would
fall asleep and not think about it anymore.

Moira wasn't smiling now, however. She sat in the back of the lab with her
notebook computer in front of her. Only a table lamp shined in the large room.
She studied her formula and the results of her latest tests. The results were
not encouraging. She had tweaked the juice for years and it was not that her
body did not have room to grow, it was that her mind had run out of ways to
improve her formula. She needed help. The problem was that she did not have
access to the purest chemical components. She did know where to get them
though. She kept up with trends in chemistry and medicine. She knew that the
Warrmer Research Institute was one of the best research institutes in the
country. They would have all the ingredients she would need.

She had been past the place several times. Breaking and entering was not her
specialty, but she was a quick learner. Moira didn't have a car of her own
anymore. The group had several vans and she took one. No one would wonder
where she had gone. It was not on common for of them to leave, but all of them
now lived at the warehouse. For them the warehouse had become a village.
Leaving the village was almost like an Amish leaving the farm.

Moira parked two blocks away from the research institute and pulled two large
specially made suitcases from the back of the van. She already knew where she
was going to get into the building. It was already night time and only a few
cars passes on the main road that ran on the west side of the building. She
was dressed in a dark grey sweatsuit with a hat and glasses covering her face.
Her womanly pride took offense to the thought, but Moira figured that any
witness would guess that she was a man. Moira set the cases down and hurried
down the few steps to what she figured was a basement door. The door was, like
all exterior doors on a building of that type, were hollow metal with a hollow
metal frame. The door opened out and had no knob on the outside. That didn't
matter to Moira.

She knew how strong she was, but she knew speed was important too. She reached
into her pocket and pulled out a small crowbar. She worked the tip into the
gap and easily pealed back the door. Once there was enough room, Moira put the
fingers of her left hand into the space and pulled. Without even a frown from
effort, Moira pulled the steel door open. The latch popped as she pulled the
entire lock apart. Moira opened the door slowly, half expecting an alarm to
sound, but none did.

She turned and pulled the two cases down and hurried into the hall way. She
had never been in the building and hoped it wouldn't take too long to find a
properly equipped lab. It wouldn't take long. The signs on the wall lead her
right to the closest lab. She tried the knob and it was open. The room beyond
was dark, but she could tell it was large. She propped the door open and used
the light from the hall to see her way. The room was full of exercise
equipment not unlike some of the equipment at the warehouse. Moira was careful
as she passed the machines, careful not to bump against anything.

She set the cases down and started trying doors. Most were locked. Some were
not locked, but they were not what she was looking for. On her forth try, she
opened a door and saw exactly what she was looking for. The room was spacious
and well laid out. Equipment was stored around the edges of the room and there
was room in the front of the room for studying. There was one problem. A man
sat with his back to the door writing something in a book. He turned as the
door opened and frowned before reacting.

"Hey, you're not supposed to be in here!" he yelled. He stood up from the
stool.

Moira had already started moving towards him. He was no match for her. She
could tell by the look on his face. Her face shown no fear.

The man moved towards his left, but Moira saw the door and cut off his path.
The man frowned and yelled again, but Moira didn't pay attention. She lunged
at him. She expected the man to back off, but to her surprise he stepped
towards her and launched a right hook right towards her temple. The punch
caught her square in the soft part of the skull and made her stumble
momentarily. The man started to run past her, but she had enough presence to
stick out her left arm and grab his left wrist. She caught him in her vice
like grip and pulled him towards her.

The man's knees buckled from the sudden pain in his left wrist. He tried to
twist free, but he quickly understood that there was no chance. Moira smiled
thinking she had her prey, but the man pulled back his right hand. Moira
smiled more broadly as she saw the arm going back. She raised her right arm
aiming to catch the punch, but it never came. Instead she felt a blow between
her legs. The pain and shock of it all nearly made her loose her grip.

The man realized too late that he wasn't fighting a huge man, but instead a
huge woman. The kick probably hurt, but it didn't have the desired effect. He
had one more surprise up his sleeve though.

Moira was scowling now as she yanked the man to her. She would have pulled his
arm out of place if not for his body leaving the ground. That threw his timing
off, but before she could wrap both her arms around him, he slammed his heel
down on the toe of her running shoe.

That brought a yelp of pain from his attacker. He thought he had his chance,
but it was not to be. Moira charged after him catching him in a bear hug. She
started squeezing. Her muscles, fueled by her anger wanted to squeeze harder,
but her mind kept them under control. Instead she held her squeeze until the
man stopped struggling. Once he did, she dropped him. He was out cold. His
body took over and he took a deep breath as soon as she dropped him. With him
dispatched, she started looking at the inventory of chemicals in the room. She
smiled when she started. She was truly a kid in a candy store. Everything was
labeled properly. Moira began taking jars from the shelves and placing them on
a table. She hurried out and got her cases. The inside of the cases were
padded to keep the bottles from breaking. She filled the cases up with all the
chemicals she was hoping she would find and some she had only wished she could
find.

With her two cases filled, she was about to leave, but on a whim decided to
check out the man still lying unconscious on the floor. She rolled him over
and pulled his wallet out.

Ian Brooster, born Feb. 4, 1972, 1123 Maple Lane apartment 500.

Moira frowned. She had heard that name. He had published some articles in some
of the journals she read. He would be worth something to her quest to improve
the juice. She tied his hands and feet with the nylon rope coiled up in the
corner. She took all the notebooks she could find and put them in the case
with all the chemicals. With that done, she threw the doctor over her shoulder
and hefted the now full cases and started out the door.

Moira didn't know that her break-in had set off an alarm. The alarm was silent
and the security guard at the security station had noticed it at once. The
only thing in her favor was that the sensor on that door had malfunctioned
three times in the last ten days. None of the staff was in a particular hurry
to go down in the basement to check it out. One had finally drawn the job to
go down and check it out. He walked slowly, even stopping to check his
reflection in the glass as he headed towards the elevator. It was only a quick
walk to the door. He pulled out his radio ready to call in the malfunction,
but hesitated. He leaned in and looked.

"Break-in! Break-in!", he yelled. "Door number 17! Need aid asap." The young
guard put his radio away and debated. He pulled out his club. He was wishing
for a gun, but for some reason the administration of the research center was
against them. He would have to make due with what he had. He had been trained
to use his club against a threat. He just wished that he had paid more
attention in class. He hurried down the hall. He saw the open door and ran
towards it. He didn't even pause to take a breath before rushing inside.

"Hey, you!", he yelled at the huge person carrying a case and an unconscious
person. The person looked up and stared at him with furious blue eyes. The
guard frowned as he looked at the face behind the eyes and realized he was
staring into the eyes of the biggest woman he had ever seen. He couldn't tell
what was under that sweatsuit, but she had to be strong to carry around a
grown man like he was stuffed toy.

"Put the man down!", the guard yelled.

"Get out of the way before you get hurt", Moira warned him. She didn't mind
hurting him, but she didn't want to waste any time.

The guard started towards her, and she started towards him. Moira put down her
case and kept the doctor on her shoulder as she came within ten feet of the
guard. The guard pulled his stick back and in a flash brought it down towards
her knee. Moira reached across her body with her right hand and stopped his
swing. The sudden stop made him loose his balance. Moira snatched the baton
from his hand and held it up. The guard looked at his weapon in her hands and
backed away. She smiled thinly and with just the slightest grimace started
squeezing the end of the baton. The hardened plastic was made to resist
shattering, but Moira's hand squeezed the baton past the breaking point. It
cracked and shattered into a hundred pieces. She dropped the handle of the now
useless stick and stared at the guard.

The guard's forehead had broken out in a light sweat now. He took an awkward
step backwards and pulled out his bottle of mace. He held it behind his back
until she started walking forward. He lunged at her and raised the bottle up
in his hand. His finger was about to depress the top, but Moira reached out
with her left hand and tossed the guard across the room. He dropped the
bottle. The guard landed against the wall. The air in his lungs came out in an
audible whoosh.

Moira glanced back satisfied that he wouldn't be bothering her. She shifted
the doctor's weight on her shoulder and started out the door again. Six guards
ran through the door before she could take another step. Now she was mad. This
was taking too long.

"Put the doctor down, ma'am. The police are on their way", the head guard
said.

That did it. Moira closed her eyes for a second, just like she used to do
before shooting a free throw. She leaned over and put the doctor on the ground
and then put her case down as well. She took two steps towards the door. "I am
going out that door one way or the other."

The guards looked at their comrade lying against the wall and decided right
then what they were going to do. The guards looked at each other and at once
charged her with their batons raised. The men brought their weapons down with
all the force their bodies could generate. Moira put her arms up to deflect
the blows from her head. The rest of their blows hit her in the shoulders and
torso. Moira reached out with both arms and took two guards by the shirts. The
others kept hitting her, but she didn't notice. She was focused on the two she
held in her super human hands. She raised them off the floor. Their blows
rained down on her forearms, but the guard's power was lessened by fear. Moira
grinned through the few strands of strawberry blond hair that had fell from
under her hat. At once she threw her arms out and let the guards fly. She
grabbed the closest guard to her and held him in front of her face. He clawed
at the sleeves of her sweat shirt as she tossed him out of the way. He had a
handful of shirt. Her sweat shirt ripped as the guard flew behind her. Moira
looked down at the shreds of her shirt and ripped the rest of it off her body.
The other guards took a couple steps back as they got a good look at the
thick, vascular muscle. Moira flexed her upper body in a crab and grinned with
lust to demonstrate her power to the other two guards.

They dropped their batons and looked around for something better. One guard
backed into the dumbbell rack. He turned and picked up a fifteen pound weight.
Anger welled inside of him and he raised the weight and threw it at his
attacker. Moira watched the whole thing just waiting. The guard had some power
behind his throw, but Moira caught the weight. The guards were now looking for
a way to get out of the room, but Moira had them cut off from the door. She
stood there with the weight in her hand and debated what to do with it. She
held it in both hands hardly noticing the weight. The guards were inching
their way towards some more weights. Moira wanted to show them the futility of
their efforts. She had had more trouble out of the doctor than the six guards.
Moira held the weight out in front of her heaving chest and started flexing.
Her pecs defined and shot out away from her chest. Her arms flexed with more
muscle than both guards combined. A lattice work of veins fed the muscle and
allowed the power to generate in her dense arms. The fifteen pound dumbbell
had no chance. She was crushing it. The handle in the middle of the two ends
was now almost gone. The metal whined as it was pressed together. Moira's arms
flexed even more as she turned on the power. Biceps and pecs bulged to do what
no regular human could begin to do. After only a few seconds the two ends of
the dumbbell were now touching. Moira powered them together and ground them
against each other. She held the now unrecognizable hunk of metal out towards
the would-be guards for their inspection. Their mouths hung open and they were
not even trying to escape anymore. They would have begged for mercy, but they
were in too much shock to talk.

Moira looked at the hunk of metal and grabbed it with two hands again. She got
a good grip and started flexing again. Her lats flared out making her waist
look very very tiny. Then in a burst of superhuman power she pulled the
dumbbell apart. The metal snapped with a loud crack as she held the two ends
in her hands. A menacing smile appeared on her lips as she dropped the two
halves of the dumbbell on the floor.

The guards started running towards the door now. Moira reached out and grabbed
the closest thing to her, a specially made bar weighing two hundred pounds.
She picked it up with one hand and threw it like a javelin. It bounced against
the concrete floor once before rolling up the legs of the guard knocking them
both to the floor. They were not injured and got up. Together they lifted the
bar and swung it. Moira had started after them and didn't expect them to try
to fight back.

She caught the end of the bar against her body and held it there. "Bad move",
she growled as she snatched the bar out of their hands. She held the bar above
her head with one hand then brought it down in a flash. The two guards didn't
even have time to flinch before the end of the bar struck the concrete floor
knocking a six inch deep hole in it. The bar faired much worse than the floor.
The bar was made to accommodate the weights used by test subjects in Ian's
research. One of the bars had once held a ton without a single degree of bend
on either end, but Moira had hit the floor with such force that that the steel
could not take the shock and snapped in half. One half skidded across the room
near the door, while Moira held the other half. She brought the half up chest
level and this time with noticeable effort began working on the bar. Her arms
shook as they applied their raw muscle power to the hardened steel. Sweat ran
down Moira's face, down her neck, and down her granite pecs. Muscles writhed
and danced under her tanned skin as the bar resisted her efforts to bend it.
In one piece the bar was strong, but now that it was shorter, the bar was that
much stronger. Moira would not stop. Her forearms were just cords of muscle
and veins now. Veins appeared on her forehead as she steadily applied more and
more pressure to the bar. A low guttural sound came from deep in her throat as
her muscles flexed even harder... harder than the steel. Harder than the
concrete. The steel had to loose, and loose it did. Moira's eyes could have
burned a hole in the wall with their intensity. The bar started to bend in her
hands. Her grip had actually started to compact the steel under her hands. The
ends of the bar were starting to bulge out as her hands compressed the metal.
The steel groaned as she brought the ends together in front of her face. Her
muscles shook with power rather than fatigue as sweat poured down her glorious
body.

The two guards were hopeless now. Both had relieved their bowels into their
pants. Moira smiled and walked back to pick up her bounty. She took the doctor
and the chemicals and walked right past the two guards, down the hall and out
the door she had broken in to. She heard the sirens of the police cars coming
down the street, but she didn't hurry. She walked to her van putting the
doctor and the chemicals in the back. She drove right by the cops as they
rushed to the scene of the recently committed crime. Moira pulled off her
gloves then and tossed them out the window. The police would find them if some
homeless person didn't first. Moira then pulled the latex gloves off and put
them on the floor of the van. She made it back to the warehouse before any of
the others thought anything strange. She took the chemicals and the doctor to
her private work area. She would need some time to go over his notes and a
quiet place to keep him. He would be waking up soon. She was sure he would
have so many interesting ideas to help her make herself stronger. Moira
couldn't wait.

to be continued....

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