sistas2
by dmaynard
Steven & Jerry find out about the "Compound"





Steve and Jerry lay quiet in their room. The solid oak door, banded with metal
and hardy locks prevented any sort of escape. After coming down off the high
of seeing such women, the reality of their situation hit them hard.



"We're as good as dead if we don't find a way
out." Steve said. Both Jerry and himself searched fruitlessly
throughout the windowless room for a way out. 



A few hours passed and the men were soundly sleeping when they head the sound
of locks being opened. Cassie stepped in, blueberry colored panties clung to
the behemoth teen like a second skin. She also wore a red and blue flannel,
mostly unbuttoned, revealing her massive chest and prodigious breasts. 



"It's morning fellas, not sure how you city folk do things,
but out here in the country we get up early to do chores." Cassie
smiled as each an stood to attention. "Also, don't think we
know what you are trying to do. Every man thinks they can escape, pity for
them they find out to late. I have no mercy for run-aways, and Lizzie has even
less." Cassie stood near the two men, even as early morning streams
of sunlight filtered into the hallway behind her, she cast an ominous shadow
in the room. 



Cassie lightly flexed her burgeoning muscles, the Nubian teen goddess cracked
a wide smile as the men stared in shaking fear of her musculature. 
"Damn straight you should be scared, Lizzie and I aren't sure where our
strength stops, but we have yet to come across anything that can't be
crushed, pounded, or destroyed by our THICK, HARD, muscles." The
gorgeous African teen sensuously emphasized these words as Steve and Jerry
felt their penis's involuntarily begin to swell. Cassie deftly brought
her gigantic thigh in-between Steve legs and lifted him up, the teen perfectly
balancing on one foot. 



Steve felt as if a iron crossbeam had lifted him in the air. Cassie's
amazing leg had absolutely no give as she lifted him as if he were nothing.
Steve felt his painfully erect penis rub against the hot steel of her
gargantuan thigh. Cassie sexily rubbed her thigh, trailing her large finger
erotically down it's massive girth, lightly caressing the round packed
muscles of her awesome buttocks. 



"Oh my goodness you pitiful little boys, you'd better relieve
yourselves before you make a mess in your pants." Cassie taunted
them. She let Steve down onto the floor again and turned her back to the men.
She was so tall, the men's heads barely reached the middle of her
expansive back. 



Each of the men promptly pulled their cocks free, masturbating like mad.
Cassie only waited a few seconds and then she felt the warm splash of cum
hitting her steely glutes. "Hope you boys enjoyed the wake-up call.
We have a special treat for you two today. Come with me!" Cassie
snapped.



Mesmerized, the two men followed Cassie out into the hallway. they noticed
other slaves cleaning the yard, working on equipment and picking vegetables.
What was even more amazing is that Cassie and Lizzie were not the only ones.




In the small isolated community hidden far from the road, several titanic
women, with teen-age looking faces monitored the activities of all the mundane
slaves in their compound. Steve and Jerry watched in awe as the muscle-bound
teens, their huge frames bulging with freakish beef and dripping with
eroticism, stalked the courtyard. The punishment was swift and deadly as any
slave deemed to be going to slow, or in some way not working adequately
enough, was mutilated. 



Steve watched in horror as they passed by one teen Goddess, a puny man
stretched out over her insanely huge back. The girl watched the two men,
seemingly un-intent with the body plastered over her back, as she bore down
his pitiful body. He screamed loudly, the sound of snapping tendons and
breaking bone echoing throughout the yard.



Many of the titanic women were topless, long blindingly beautiful hair sloping
down like a gorgeous mane over the powerful shoulders and backs of these
women. Many stood around, sexily flexing their awesome physiques, watching the
bulging waves of tanned rocky muscle flex and recede over their bodies.
Biceps, triceps, lat spreads, all inhumanly sized as if someone had taken an
air compressor and inflated the women to an almost comical size. 



Steve and Jerry were dumbfounded. Cassie led to them to what looked like a
bunker built into the side of a small hill on the property. She led them in
pass two massive women standing guard, and took them a flight of stairs
downwards.



"Old fallout shelter, we reorganized it a bit. It's one of
the most important places of our lil'facility here." Steve
watched mesmerized by the rolling luscious ass-meat of Cassie as her body
produced sexy flexes even just walking. 



After one more long flight of stairs the group came to a metal door. Cassie
knocked and was allowed entry, when the two men entered it was amazing. 



The carved out underground facility opened up into a large workout room. Women
and girls of all ages were busy with the extremely heavy looking weights and
equipment scattered about. 



One little girl, just a inch taller than Jerry strode up to him. Her girlish
face was mounted atop a thick bull neck of muscle which spread out into an
impressive pack of chest muscle slick with the sweat of her workout. A brief
workout top clung tightly to her small breasts, her underdeveloped feminine
curves lumpy with youngish muscle. Her Scooby-Doo panties were pulled tight
over her square hips, the rear portion hugging her puffy muscular ass-cheeks.




"Are these some new slaves?" The young girl piped up, she
carried in her hands two large dumbbells. Steve took note that each dumbbell
was approximately 500lbs. Cassie assured her that they were.



"Awesome! I hope they aren't meant for the Range. They are
both cute!" The young girl giggled. 



"You get back to building your muscles little girl!" It was
Lizzie. As big, mean, and tough as any other muscle bitch here in the room.
"I am so building them Aunt Lizzie! Watch!" The little girl
dropped her weights with a clang, and then powered her little muscle-packed
body into a awe-inspiring flex. Some stitches of her top started to pop from
the strain, her girlish face angry with concentration, her panties plastered
against her like a second skin. 



Growling, Lizzie herself flexed her awesome physique, the inhumanly sized
black woman rippled with unbelievable strength and power. "Never
forget Laura, you are the superior gender, males are nothing but cattle, to be
used with as we see fit." Laura relaxed her flex, nodding her head.
She picked up her weights, and resumed her workout.



"Follow me." Lizzie commanded. Cassie left the group, to
join some of the women lifting. Steve and Jerry were led down a short hallway
off the weight room. They were then dropped off by Lizzie into a small room
with a desk and chair. "Wait here, and don't touch
anything!" Lizzie growled at them. 



A few minutes passed, and another woman came in, her white top contrasted with
her divinely tanned skin, black hair in long braids down the side of her head.
Her lower torso seemed ready to split the sides of her tight jean shorts. She
had a gorgeous face, heavy with Native American features. 



She stood roughly 6'8" tall, towering over the two men.
"Greetings 'men', I'm Erica, and I'm
going to be your Watcher." The massive Indian woman strode over to
her desk, her top barely concealed perfectly developed jugs perched atop
hardened bands of chest muscle. Her hardened abs flexed like gold plated armor
above the waistline of her jeans. 



"What does that mean?" Asked Steve. 



"It means, that if any of you try to run-away, fuck-up your duties,
or make any sort of trouble, I take care of it. So I 
"watch" you to make sure I do my job. And believe me pipsqueaks, I
LOVE my job." Erica beamed with pleasure as she flexed her upper
body, massive reddish-brown lumps of gorgeous muscle ballooned outwards.
"You don't know how many men I've destroyed with this
body. I can twist off their arms like a soda bottle, my record for crushing
heads is four." she loudly slapped her mighty thighs together,
vein-laced muscle quivering on impact. "They don't even stand
a chance, puny little guys." she laughed, her face a dazzlingly
beautiful smile in comparison to the barbaric brute force of her muscular
body. 



A loud knock at the door made the men jump, Erica opened it and in walked the
little girl Steve and Jerry saw earlier, only this time she was dragging a
whimpering male behind her. "I went outside to meet with Stacey and
I caught this one trying to jump over the fence." Laura's body
was slightly smudged with mud and some sweat dripped from her brow. 
"Excellent work Laura! You will make a great Watcher when you are
older." Erica praised her.



Laura beamed happily. "So what should we do with him?"
Laura dragged the simpering male to his feet, he shook with fear like a child
between the two massive Amazonian women. "We of course, punish him,
this will be a great opportunity for the newcomers to see what happens to
runaways." Erica snarled.



Laura looked thoughtful for a moment and then brightened. "Watch
this!" She squeaked. The little girl hoisted the small man above her
head, and then with a crash brought him down over her bulging thigh. Several
loud cracks were heard, and yells of pain from the man. "No match
for my legs!" Laura chipped. She flopped the body onto the floor,
doing a little most muscular pose that finally shredded what was left of her
clinging top. Her pert girlish breasts rode atop a nicely developed chest
still covered with smooth whitish skin. 



Laura roughly reached down and grabbed the mans arms, twisting brutally.
"Aunt Lizzie taught me this one!" she beamed. The
girls'glowing smiling face contrasted with the snapping of tendons and
cracking of bone as she applied awesome muscular pressure on the weak bones of
the man she had on the floor.



Despite the torture, the man on the floor maintained a stiff erection. Laura
pulled the man up by his broken arms and looked intently at the bulge in his
pants. "Could I?" she asked innocently. Erica nodded her
head and Laura tore off the man's pants exposing his ridged member.
With some hesitation she touched his throbbing penis, and then firmly grasped
it in her young hands. With minimal stroking the man expediently shot his load
onto her stomach and legs. "Oh my! Look at that! You made a mess on
me! did I say you could make a mess on me?!?!" Laura reprimanded the
impotent male dangling in her hands. 



Dropping him to the floor Laura quickly positioned his head in-between her
mammoth thighs. "This is for making a mess!" she bellowed,
her high-pitched girlish voice cracking through. Grunting with exertion, the
Amazonian pre-teen clenched her bulging thighs together, the man's
painful screams were muffled by her expanding thigh muscles. She crossed her
legs and poured on even more power, as she flexed her upper torso. Her legs
solidified with muscle, applying 100s of pounds of pressure on the poor
man's head. 



Cracking sounds were heard, and Laura bit her lower lip in ecstasy. She
concentrated on bringing her legs together, and felt the skull of the man
between them slowly begin to implode from the force. With one more mighty
blast of muscular force she crushed the head of the man, his skull collapsing
like a rotten melon. Such was the force of her legs, she sprayed brain and
blood onto the wall behind her. 



Laura slowly unhinged her heaving thighs, a red stain nearly all that was left
of the male. she shuddered with a sigh and rubbed her bulging thighs
contentedly. Mere seconds later she gave a soft cry and her panties moistened
with juices of her orgasm. 



Erica smiled. "Excellent work Laura. Don't'worry about
the mess. That's we have them for." she eyed Steve and Jerry,
and as the girl left the room, they set about to clean up the mess.



"I hope a significant point was made." Erica calmly told
them. It was all they could do to not shit their pants. 



***end part 2***