In Control - Part  1
by dmaynard
A powerful young girl dominates her family and those around her...set in a fictional mythic town*


NOTE: Lots of over 18 type of material, plz be so when you read! TY!

The small village of Greenthorn sat nestled in a valley, mountains fencing the
town protectively in the remote region. Life continued as it had for many
decades in this little hamlet, the absence of any modern technology meant that
these people lived simple and hard-working lives.

The bread and butter of this community are more traditional practices like
farming, leather-working, animal husbandry, blacksmithing, and so forth. Life
is both rough but satisfying for these people, however, unlike many places,
the social structure of Greenthorn differed greatly from most communities.
Where normally you would find men exercising their power and status in
politics, business, or war, instead you found women. Women held all positions
of power in every governemental aspect of the Greenthorn community, they were
leaders, coordinators, and negotiators. Business and mechantile were governed
also by women, as well as the home. In a Greenthorn household, the mother/wife
was the "king" of her castle, not her husband. Why is this so you may ask?

Women in this valley are genetically predisposed to being who they are.
Whereas the men are much like men everywhere else on the earth, the women here
are taller, more muscular, and generally more intelligent than their male
counterparts. No-one knew any different, it had been like this for generation
upon generation. The females of the valley were dominant, aggressive, and
shrewd, with both the physical and the mental prowess to exert those aspects.

The people of the valley wore simple clothes, which did little to hide the
physical discrepencies between genders. Farm-women, who picked and harvested
the valley's food supply, worked endless hours with their men, muscles bulging
in the sun lifting 100s of pounds of produce into horse drawn wagons. The cut
and hard physique of a Greenthorn woman was present on even the youngest of
their race, little girls with power and strength beyond that of 10 ordinary
men. All were taught early to restrain and harness their vast power for the
good of the valley and its continuence. Their men were to be protected and
cherished, and thusly Greenthorn would survive as it has done for these many
years.

Everything was made in the valley to accommodate the genetically superior
women. The cielings were taller, the wagons and carts were more sturdy, the
floors were thicker, everyday objects were giant-sized in comparison to what
normal men and women would be used to. However, accommodations were made for
the men-folk, to co-exist with their behemoth companions.

Rachel and Jack were a typical brother and sister within the Greenthorn
valley. Rachel, a bright and spirited 16 year old stood an impressive 6'5" in
height, auburn hair flowing over her prominent shoulders framed a young pretty
face with light freckles which stared out from the strands of her hair with
pale green eyes. She was a hard laboror, toiling with hay and grass daily, her
simple country clothes wrapped around bulging young muscles. A hard's day work
found her well pumped at twilight, beads of sweat rolling down the valleys of
her muscular body, over her armor-clad stomach. Her brown hair was tied up in
a cute pony-tail as she drew a drink of water from the farm's well. Her
monstruous biceps bulged prominately from her arms as she put the dipper to
her mouth. Jack, on other hand, was smaller and wiry, with short cropped brown
hair and a thin face. Jack wasn't the handsomest boy in Greenthorn, but most
of girls considered him "cute".

"C'mon sis, don't hog the ladle all day." Jack smiled as Rachel finished
gulping down her water, smirking as she handed the dipper to her older
brother.

"You STILL have too smart of a mouth on you Jack, I would think last night's
activities would have taught you that." Jack blushed fiercely as he took a
gulp of cool water. Rachel loved to wrestle and brawl, and Jack and his male
friends more often than not were her practise dummies. Such sports entertained
the women and an amphiteater was built in the town square to handle these
events.

"Well, I STILL think that as soon as we figure out your weak spot, you'll go
down easily." Jack retorted with false bravado. If his sister, or any woman
and girl in the valley, had a "weak spot" it had yet to be found.

"Whatever Jack, I think you and your perverted friends like to have your weak
little bodies thrown around by me." Rachel teased. She playfully scooped up
her older brother by the crotch of his trousers with just one of her muscle
packed arms. Holding himself steady by her forearm, Rachel slowly pumped her
monsturous bicep up and down, causing Jack to rise and fall several inches in
the air. Rachel giggled as she felt her brother's penis expand, weged
inbetween the crook of her gargantuan arm.

"OK sis, anytime now, you can put me down..." Jack replied shakily.

Rachel smiled. "Please, you love this. If I kept this up you'd wet yourself
from all the fun." Rachel pumped her arm one more time, solidifying her bicep.
Jack did nearly cream hiself as he felt his sister's arm turn to stone against
his ass and crotch.

Rachel finally put him down, and bent over to slowly whisper in his ear "I'm
ready for some more fun tonight, let's meet by the old windmill..." A shiver
ran down Jack's spine, no-one went to the windmill, and for good reason, it
was considered haunted, and only fools dared other fools to spend a night in
or near the windmill's charred ruins. Rachel's seductive look melted away
whatever coherent thoughts he might have had. Although it was frowned upon
publicly, such relationships occured frequently in this small valley, it was
the unspoken taboo. This, however, was Jack's first indication that Rachel had
wanted anything more from him than just someone to wrestle with. He wasn't
quite sure how he felt about that.

Evening chores were concluded, bodies were washed, supper was eaten, and then
Rachel's family enjoyed a few hours of free time before finding themselves
shuffling off to sleep. Jack saw the pointed look his sister gave him as he
headed to his room. He could not shake this feeling he had, a feeling of
something both wonderful and terrible, and it confused him how it could be
both at the same time.

"Jack....Jack....wake up." Rachel whispered in his ear. Jack stirred, he felt
as if he had just closed his eyes, and then felt the strong but delicate
fingers of his sister waking him up with her soft voice. He opened his eyes to
moonlight spilling into his room, the gargantuan outline of Rachel handing him
his clothes.

Jack quickly dressed, grabbed a small bag of items, and followed his sister
out of the house, into their back yard, past the dogs, and into the fields. It
was mid-summer, a slight breeze blew the sent of freshly cut grass, moonlight
baring down on them from a cloudless sky. Jack watched as he followed Rachel,
the outline of her diamond shaped calves glistened in the moonglow, the
sureness of her rugged thighs as they powered over the earth towards their
destination. The broad sweep of her mighty back ached to be felt and rubbed as
they walked over low rolling hills.

Rachel stopped abruptly and pointed, in the distance they saw the windmill
ruins. Rachel looked down at her brother.

"Not going to weasle out on me are you?...that would make me mad." Rachel
smiled jokingly, but puncuated her question with a soft flex of her massive
arm, her bicep easily swelling in size beyond that of Jack's head. Her eyes
looked filled with grey mist in the night and Jack gulped to wet his throat.

"I'm more than willing...but I have to ask why? Why the old windmill?" Rachel
sighed at this.

"Because we are always warned and told NOT to, and I'm tired of it. The
stories and superstitions have left abandonded land that could be utilized, a
home that could be reclaimed. And furthermore, why should WE be scared of
anything?" Rachel looked at her brother expecting some sort of comeback or
arguement, but got none. Jack just stood there, watching for a moment.

"I'm sure the elders have their reasons, but I see no harm in at least
inspecting why, the more I think on it, the more it seems silly to let such a
fine piece of property go to waste." Beyond his fear, Jack also felt a twinge
of curiosity, that grew stronger each passing second.

Rachel smiled broadly. She picked her brother up and smothered him into her
fantastic chest, Jack tried to catch his breath as he was being crushed by
warm mountains of flesh, the feel of his sister's body pressing into him
caused him to involuntarily sprout a very hard erection. Rachel felt her
brothers penis poking into her abs, and smiled, letting him down. Jack was
relived to be able to breath again.

"Let's go..." Rachel took her brother's hand and lead him to the ruins of the
windmill.

Near the burnt ruins of the windmill were equally charred, if not almost
non-existant, remains of a home. Jack shivered as they approached, an
unnatural chill flowing over him. Rachel confidently pushed onward, eyes
alight with curiosity.

Jack let out a squeek as some small animal scampered about the ruins,
distrubed at their coming. "Wuss..." Rachel chided him. The two inspected the
ruins, the dilapidated windmill looking as if what was left would fall over if
someone merely sneezed against it. The miniscule remains of the house
resembled a dozen other village houses near and around Greenthorn.

Satisfied for now, Rachel removed a blanket from the bag Jack had brought,
along with a container of nuts and some pieces of fruit. The two sat in the
glaring moonlight, the feel of a warm breeze wafting about their bodies.

"What would you say if I told you I think Kaylin has feelings for me?" Jack
was taken aback for a moment, Kaylin was a mutual friend of theirs, and had
been for years.

"I....I....I don't really....I guess if you...." Jack suddenly found it hard
to express exactly what it is he meant to say. Rachel noted his confusion with
a small smile.

She grabbed Jack abruptly, squeezing him into her solid warm body and laying
upon him a deep kiss. Jack resisted, or tried to resist at first, yet his
small hands found purchase on Rachel's swollen shoulders. She pushed his body
to the ground, kissing him fiercely as her muscles consumed him. Jack felt her
solid arms cradle his upper torso, and she pressed her groin against his
rapidly expanding penis rubbing it sensuously.

Rachel finally let up on her kiss, and arched her back straight straddling the
tiny figure of her brother. Slowly, Jack could see she her flexing her
gargantuan upper body, she knew what turned him on, what turned on the men of
Greenthorn in general, but beneath his growing desire, Jack felt unsettled.

"Rachel...I'm not sure if..." Jack began, but Rachel placed her index finger
on her mouth to quiet him.

"I've wanted this for a long time Jack, don't be afraid. It will be wonderful,
I promise." Rachel's sweet voice lulled Jack away from his growing fear.
Although his mind still had doubts, his body was alive with feeling, and
Rachel sparked sexuality from every curve of her magnificent body.

Lifting her arms up as if to beseech a higher power, Rachel slowly brought
them down in an immensely powerful flex. In the still of the night Jack heard
and saw the cloth of her blouse rip and tear itself apart unable to withstand
the hardening onlsaught of her biceps. They swelled forth solidifying into
massive balls of strength, she heard Jack's sharp intake of breath as the
buttons of her shirt popped open, the growing ledge of muscle that formed her
pecs bursting forward displaying her pert young breasts which glowed cooly in
the moonlight. Rachel removed the tatters of clothing from her upper body,
proudly flexing her thick back. Jack grasped the wings of her lats feeling the
inches of hard muscle fanning outward. His hands roamed over her armour-clad
stomache and chest, tracing the valley of muscle between her breasts with his
fingers. Nipple's hardened at his touch, as Jack instinctively massaged the
soft flesh.

"Your absolutely amazing Rachel...your muscles!" Jack groaned plesantly.
Rachel smirked as she pushed her massive arms together, trapping his roaming
hands inbetween her pecs. releasing them, she then tore Jack's shirt from his
thin body and undid his trousers, letting his erection pop forth.

"Well Jack, even though you could hide behind a fence post, I'm glad to see
that in some areas the rest of you doesn't match up." Rachel teased her
brother as she grapsed his shaft firmly. Jack about went over the edge,
feeling the warm strong hand of his sister pump softly up and down on his
penis.

Rachel's skirt rode up her massive thighs as she eventually positioned herself
to mount her tiny brother. Jack felt his hard-on pierce the velvety folds of
Rachel's womanhood and she cooed softly as her powerful vagina slurped up his
tool. Jack ran his hands over the massive ridges of leg muscle that straddled
his body, his sister slowly pumped up and down on top of his form her neck
arched back and moonlight gleaming off her power-packed physique.

Unbeknowst to both of them, a shadow lurked in the rubble, watching the entire
scene. A glint of human-esq eyes stood in sharp contrast to the pitch darkness
of the windmill ruins. Trailing up from behind them, the shadow poured over
the ground like spilled ink and wafted its way across the grass like a snake.
Rachel had started to pump harder, loving the feeling of her brother's manhood
filling her. She started to moan louder, the suction of her powerful vagina
muscles lifting Jack's torso several inches off the ground. Jack's eyes were
closed in concentration, willing every fibre of his being not to cum so
quickly, and thusly did not see the horrifying scene take place.

The inky shadow floated up to Rachel's head and before she could understand
what was happening, it went into her mouth, her eyes, her ears. She breathed
intently for a second, wanting to scream as icy rage filled her and everything
that was Rachel seemed to flicker off, as like the dousing of a candle. This
new form that now animated her body looked through Rachel's eyes in
wonderment, although just bubbling below the surface was a raging lava pool of
hate.

Rachel stopped pumping up and down on her brother, who opened his eyes to see
his sister looking down on him. Her face was dark as the rest of her muscular
body gleamed in the moonlight, except her eyes. Her eyes looked like burning
coals, and he could almost feel the heat coming off them.

"What's the matter Rachel? Are you hurt, or...?" Jack lay there in confusion
as Rachel continued to stare down at him.

"I never had a chance...never...they let me die...burn...fire...hot..." A
jumble of words passed over her lips. Jack thought they sounded like the
frightened chatter of a little girl, but each word was bitten off in anger.

"They must pay...they will suffer." Rachel looked down at Jack, who
immediately ran cold with fear as Rachel's face shifted from a malevolent
smirk to unbridled fury. She clamped her vaginal muscles securely onto Jack's
manhood and stood up, trapping her helpless brother between twin granite
pillars of gleaming muscle.

"Yes, this body will do...most certainly." She growled.

"Ahhh!!! Aghhhh!!" Jack bellowed, feeling the painful pinch of Rachel's
superior womanhood hold his penis hostage.

"Rachel! Please...its me...Jack...your brother!" Jack pleaded with his sister,
terrified as she ignored his pleas. Instead she slapped him across the face,
cracking his nose and fracturing his cheekbones with the force of the hit.

"You are nothing...you and the inhabitants of Greenthorn will pay for what has
happened to me." She snarled at Jack's sobbing form.

"Say goodbye insect." The animated fury that controlled Rachel began to
squeeze her gargantuan thighs together. Jack felt the stone-like ridges of
muscle begin to compress, slowly and inexorably against his fragile male body.

"No!...Please!!!....Stop!!" Jack screamed into the night. His yells for help
were returned only by the evil chuckling of Rachel, and the stillness of the
darkness that surrounded them.

Rachel's power-packed legs ballooned outwards, rivers of thick veins pumping
her amazonian blood puffed out from her skin with the strain. Jack let out a
sharp cry as the hydrualic pressure of her legs bit into his frame. Jack
weeped as he tasted bile and blood surging up into his mouth.

"Shhhh....Shhhhh." Rachel bent foward and whispered lovingly near Jack's ear
as she continued to crush him to death. Within seconds, Jack's flesh began to
tear and his internal organs squeezed out against the flexing onslaught of
Rachel's deadly legs.

"Fuck, yes...yes...such power! Mmmm...ahhhh!" The entity within, animating
Rachael's body, reveled in the amazing strength possessed by the young girl.
Her otherworldly eyes lovingly traced the bugles of muscle that hung from her
arms and chest, almost forgotten was Jack, a bleeding smashed corpse that
oozed from between the massively flexed legs.

Rachel produced a crab flex, muscles shuddering with power in the moonlight as
her body reacted to the sensual power of crushing an insignificant male. Her
primal grunting coinsided with a tremendous orgasm, streams of amazonian fluid
spurted from her womanhood washng over the lifeless form of Jack, who's glazed
eyes stared blankly into the night.

Rachel relaxed her legs, spreading them just enough to drop the sticky mess
that was Jack with a plop onto the ground. Walking over to the remains of the
house, Jack's body in tow, the behemoth girl cleared away some rubble
revealing a trapdoor. She opened it and decended the short stairway into a
cellar filled with musty air, rotten timbers, and what appeared to be the
bones of a child piled into one corner.

With her bare hands, Rachel dug a small pit several feet deep and deposited
the corpse of Jack within it. The spirit that had taken over Rachel's body
felt briefly satisfied at the destruction she had unleashed upon Jack, but it
was but a drop of water in a burning desert of hate.

Rachel went back up out of the ancient cellar, closed the trapdoor, and
re-piled the rubble on top of it. Glancing around, she then sped off over the
moonlit hills surrounding Greenthorn. Some minutes later, she found a small
watering pond with cattle lowing softly around it. She cleaned off the dried
bits and pieces of Jack and then continued on into the township.

Greenthorn lay blissfully sleeping, the early morning hours slowly ticking
away as its hardworking citizens dozed. Rachel crept skillfully, wisping
through the rustic buildings that surround the town centre, fragments of her
clothing hanging in tatters about her waist.

Rachel breathed in at the sight of her goal, a small-ish yet sturdy home
resting in the morning darkness. The home's owner was one of the town's best
tanners and leather-workers, Garic was his name. Rachel stealthed her way
towards his cottege, a small whisp of chimney smoke curled its way into the
night.

Garic's dog, a strapping shepard, sensed something, but was too late to react.
Appearing behind the animal almost supernaturally, Rachel snapped it's neck
quickly with the briefest of whine's emitting from the poor creature. She
instantly then flowed like a monstruous shadow into Juk's house.

Garic lay sleeping like a babe, tufts of grey forming around his sideburns,
and dreaming of whatever tanners dream of. The last thing he expected was the
sensation of being lifted high into the air. Within his dreams he interpreted
this as flying, but seconds later a tremendous pain shot through his back
snapping him awake.

Rachel grasped the body of Garic firmly, one hand covering his mouth the other
holding his ankles. He screamed into her hand as Rachel wrenched downwards,
further cracking and breaking his fragile spine. Her limbs worked like a
machine, folding the poor male in half.

"Now you know...pain...and suffering...it is only part of what you deserve."
Rachel's voice choked with rage as she dropped the barely alive Garic back
onto his bed.

"I see the amazement in your eyes as they glaze over, you're wondering what
you might have ever done to deserve such a fate? You might have forgotten, but
know this...the death of your mortal body is only part of what waits." She
sneered at his broken body.

"If I had but a chance to live, I would have had a body such as this." Rachel
flexed her enourmous biceps, the vein covered peaks swelled from her arms, the
fibres of her dense musculature rippling beneath the surface of her tanned
skin.

Garic lay there, his life slowly seeping from him as Rachel straddled his
small simple bed with her gargantuan legs. Taking in a short breath she began
flexing her thighs, a supernatural glow seemed to eminate from her body.
Muscle swelled forth pushing rudely outwards from her legs splintering the
wooden frame of Garic's bed with a rending crash. Rachel flexed insanely hard
and the monstruous beef of her ungodly thighs swollowed most of Garic and his
bed. His blood, organs, and bones mixed with the straw of his mattress and
broken bedframe. With a satisfying squish Rachel brought her legs together,
and the fleshy mush that was once Garic oozed from between her massive legs,
dribbling onto the floor coating the inside of her thighs in hot blood.

"Rest in pieces Garic." Rachel hissed violently as she spread her legs apart
letting the ground up remains of Garic plop to the floor. She proceeded to
torch his home, which for the time being would cover her tracks as she
executed her vengence.

"All of Greenthorn will pay, but not before I have my fun." An evil grin
appeared on Rachel's face as she stood momentarily beside the flames of
Garic's home and then made her way into the night.

end part 1!