MAD MEN, STRONGER WOMAN   Part 3 
by demented20 - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Lester couldn't believe that he and Candi had been going steady for so long
because everything always felt so fresh and new with her. She never let
anything get stale. She'd even started working out again, finally acting on
his many hints. She wasn't sure if she could pack anymore strength into her
supercharged little body, but Lester was more than willing to watch her sweat
and strain and try. Her body drove him wild just with the tiniest little flex,
but watching her lift so much weight shot him over the moon. She didn't admit
it, but she had to like the affect her body had on him almost as much as he
did. He was standing in front of his closet picking out a suit for a party
when he thought back to the first time he'd invited Candi to go with him to
one of the posh private parties that he often got invited to. She'd told him
that before her encounter with Pam that she'd been an escort of a sort. Some
people paid her to worship her hard muscles. Others wanted her to lift them
and manhandle them, and there were still others who wanted more.

"Do you really think any of that matters to me?", he'd asked Candi as she'd
been sitting in the living room.

"I ... I don't know."

"Well know it", he'd declared. "Whatever you did in the past is fine with me
because all that stuff led you to me. Hell it put us on the same track.
Besides if any bastard at that party says something sideways to you, I'll
knock their teeth in. You might be way stronger than me Candi, but your arms
still can't reach an average man's face." She laughed and he moved over to sit
next to her. "You'll love it though. Those people are all slime balls anyway.
They just make millions." He chuckled as he stood in his closet thinking back
on it before he reached in and pulled out a suit he'd just gotten from the
tailor.

Candi was absolutely beautiful in a long, sleeveless burgundy dress. Just like
Pam, Candi used to cover her muscles up with a jacket or long sleeve blouse
mostly to blend in, but Lester had convinced her that blending in was for
other people. She'd been reluctant at first, but not anymore. Now when valets
or guests at parties or restaurants stared she soaked it in. Every now and
then she'd even give an innocent looking flex just to show them that her
relaxed muscles were miniscule compared to how they got when she tensed them.

"You look ravishing my dear", Lester said like he was in an old movie as Candi
walked into their bedroom. Her abs, obliques, and lats showed as she laughed.
Lester had to take a couple of deep breaths to keep from getting too aroused.

"So whose party is it this time?"

"Some German guy named Schmitt. I started not to go, but I got a tip that he
always puts on a nice get together. Plus lots of movers and shakers show up.
Who knows, I might be able to get a client or two out of it."

Pam's eyelids fluttered opened. She had no idea how long she'd been out. She
was in a windowless room. The lights in the room were low, but to her they
seemed like flares. Her head pounded like elephants had tap danced in it, and
her body ached all over. She moved her hand to rub her sore head, but her arm
only moved a couple of inches before a metallic clanking filled her sensitive
ears and the chain stopped it well short. She looked around when she heard a
chair squeak.

"Ah there you are", Schmitt said and stepped closer. "I almost thought you
were a lost cause. I was going to move on with the rest of my night."

Pam tried to move her other arm and found it chained by the wrist as well.
"What are you doing!?! Why do you have me chained up?"

Schmitt rolled with laugher. It was as if Pam had said the funniest thing
ever. "My dear I know all about you! You've humiliated good, hard working men
for years. I must admit, you were quite convincing with your little smile and
sultry looks. I am not easily fooled however. I knew that I was to be your
next victim.

"The victims are the people that terrible bosses like you prey on!", Pam
yelled, not trying to deny his accusations. "You think your money and power
gives you a right to treat people like dirt."

He laughed again. "Dirt is often valuable. Most people are not. They are
either lazy, or slow, or a lush like your boss. It is up to me to make sure
that these people stay on their toes, make sure that they work hard and earn
their pay." He walked up and leaned close to Pam's face. "And yes. I like it
too. I love watching people squirm." He smiled broadly. "I'm going to enjoy
watching you squirm!" He flinched a little when Pam tried to grab him, but the
chains caught her. Her lips were furred in anger and her fingers reached
towards Schmitt like claws. He laughed and backed away. "I can see you're not
in a talking mood. We shall come back when you're more agreeable."

Schmitt motioned for Quint to follow and the big man dutifully did. "Let's
allow her to sit and simmer for a while. She will be begging for us to let her
go when we return." Schmitt walked out of sight. Quint turned to face her once
more as he reached out with long arms and pulled both halves of a sliding door
close. He had the eyes of a man who was already dead, foreboding eyes that
only Pam's anger allowed her to stare into. He disappeared behind the big door
and she was alone.

"Nice place", Candi remarked and accepted a glass of champagne from a server.

"Our place inadequate all of a sudden", Lester said back with a smirk.

"No of course not, but I do like the décor here. It's so ... so chic." Lester
rolled his eyes. The place was packed with New York business elite, some of
them Lester knew already and some he didn't. He got introduced to lots of
people, just as he'd hoped. Candi was always right by his side. Sometimes she
was Candi, other times she was Candace as the situation warranted. Either way
her arms and shoulders were usually the first topic of discussion. "I've never
seen a muscle in such detail", a English businessman had remarked as Candi had
reached out to shake his hand. She glanced up at Lester in time to see that he
loved the attention she was getting. If anybody had a negative opinion of
Candi's muscles, they kept it to themselves. Lester's reputation hadn't
completely faded. He'd just been introduced to a businessman from Bombay when
he saw a familiar face.

"Mike", he called and headed over.

"Mr. Darby", he replied with a polite smile.

"Ah stop with the Darby stuff. You don't work for me anymore. You look good",
Lester said, but actually Mike looked a little different. It was hard to pin
down since he hadn't seen him some time.

"I feel good."

"That's great. Oh. Let this is Candi.

"Nice to meet ... ", Mike couldn't finish. His eyes widened a little when he
saw her delts and triceps harden just by raising up her arm. He saw the
relaxed bulges of her lats and her serrus muscles through the dress too. She
was like a muscular katana blade. He coughed to cover his amazement. "Nice to
meet you Candi", he said professionally. Candi just smiled.

She stepped away to put her empty glass on a server's tray and Mike stepped
close to Lester. "Not bad."

"I know", Lester whispered back and jabbed Mike in the ribs. It had been two
years, but Mike finally understood why Lester wasn't trying to pursue Pam.
He'd found a pint sized replacement, but Mike had his eyes focused only on one
prize. He'd worked extremely hard, nearly to madness to try and remake
himself. He hadn't been able to track Pam down, but finally he'd gotten a
break. She was supposedly working for the New York office of this party's
host. He was looking all over for Pete Schmitt, but so far he hadn't found
him. What kind of guy threw a party and never bothered to show up?

Pam fell against the damp wall and looked around. At least they hadn't turned
the lights off on her. She was in a huge room with ceilings thirty feet high
with rough brick walls and a floor made of planks several inches thick. It had
to be a warehouse or some factory, but her location was a minor worry. She
held up her arms and observed the chains holding her. They were heavy, so
heavy that most women couldn't have moved them with both arms. She twisted her
head as far as she could and looked at the chains holding her. The links were
thicker than her thumb, probably as old as the building. The shackles that
attached the chains to her wrists were relatively new, painted black and
rust-free. She didn't see where the chains were anchored though. They just
disappeared through the wall behind her.

Her mind began to wander then, thinking of things that Schmitt could do to her
while she was helpless like this. She'd tied up men before and held them while
she toyed with their minds and bodies. As much as she hated to admit it,
Schmitt was right. It usually ended up with the person begging to be let go.
Pam wasn't going to let that happen to her though. She got onto her knees and
positioned herself so that the chains were stretched taunt. She leaned in a
little with her balled fists out to her sides a little, and her arms almost
parallel to the ground. She took a few breaths, and then with all of her might
tried to pull her arms together.

Veins shot up her neck and across the massive expanse of her shoulders and
chest. Her biceps peaked, surging with vascular steaming hot muscular
expansion. The chains vibrated with the tension. Steel groaned like a living
beast when forced to stretch and the groaning of this steel filled the
cavernous space. Pam didn't make a sound. Her face grew crimson from the
effort and her muscles burned. She pushed her body harder and harder. She
loved to flex and she loved feeling her entire body expand, but she'd never
pushed herself like this. This wasn't just a test of strength. She was
desperate to get free. She sucked in another breath, expanding her longs and
her titanic chest. The front of her dress exploded. Her sleeves became rags a
moment later. It wasn't the first time Pam had flexed out of her clothes, but
it was the first time she'd done it and not even noticed. All she cared about
was more muscle, more strength.

She leaned forward pressing the fronts of her lower legs into the floor and
using her thick quads to add more pressure. The chain was noticeably longer
now, forced to give ground by the muscles in one woman's body. It hadn't
broken though. Bricks in the wall behind her were crushed to dust and forced
out of place but the chain wasn't anchored to the bricks. Its base was set
deep in the structure of the building. Pam moaned and tears formed in her eyes
as she pushed her body to flex harder. Her strength was already beyond belief,
beyond anything that should be possible, and still she grew stronger and
stronger. Her muscles were already shredded with veins and deep striations
marking each bulging crag, and still she strained and struggled to get more.

With Schmitt and his overgrown bodyguard gone, Pam thought that she was
struggling alone, but she wasn't. While Schmitt had gone upstairs to sip
cognac and lounge in an overstuffed chair, Quint hadn't gone anywhere. He'd
closed the heavy doors then moved to the side where there was a pencil thick
hole in the wood. He'd first peered through the hole to make sure Pam was
safely secured, but now he couldn't look away. His breath came in short gasps
now and his clothes were getting damp with sweat. He watched as this beautiful
muscle bound creature flexed out of her clothes as if they weren't even there.
Her ethereal face was a twisted mask of torture and pain. Her muscles were
thicker than any man's he'd ever seen, including his own, but she was so
overwhelmingly sexy that he could hardly stand it. If someone had seen him
now, Quint would have looked like a fool, hunched over sweating and panting at
a sight so extreme. Sweat dripped from her to the floor now where it puddled
beneath her like she was trying to flood the room with her sweat alone. She
was so much more than any woman, any person, that Quint's mind couldn't take
all of her in.

Pam groaned along with the tempered steel. The shackles had cut into the
smooth skin of her wrists and now her blood mixed with the constantly dripping
sweat. A normal person, or even a workout freak would have dropped from
exhaustion, but Pam seemed to have unending stamina, and unending
concentration. The steel kept stretching and the links kept pulling harder and
harder against each other. Instead of this contest being a sprint, where it
was simply her strength against the steel's, it was a marathon. Who could last
longer, because no matter what, Pam wasn't going to stop, and even as she
sucked in a breath and unthinkable flexed her body even harder. Individual
muscle fibers marched across her bare chest like soldiers on parade. Her
massive tits had been consumed by the muscles now. Even her nipples was
vascular and throbbing in time with her heart. Her emerald eyes were barely
open, but she looked at her body, at her arms and her abs and her thighs, at
how utterly ripped and pumped they were. "Oh yeah", she moaned and wondered
deep down if she could flex even harder. She was so ripped and so
mind-blowingly huge that she wasn't sure. Small involuntary sounds escaped as
she prepared herself, then with a bestial roar flexed her muscles twice as
hard as only a second before. Her biceps grew thicker and denser and higher,
peaking like twin titans. Her pecs looked more like quaking landscapes than
human muscles. They were so stuffed with corded, striated muscles and so
etched and carved with inhuman definition that they now defied description.
Veins, arteries, and fluttering capillaries were so stuffed with rushing
blood, it looked like they were flexing too as the muscles beneath forced
demanded more and more blood. Pam was about to lose herself completely when
suddenly the door slid up then banged close. She opened her eyes and saw Quint
rushing towards her. She started to back up and defend herself when he thrust
he hands out.

"Nein!", he screamed. "Don't stop! Keep going, give more!"

Pam was shocked. Quint was flushed, drenched and hunched. Then she saw his
pants stretching before her very eyes, as his erection grew. His eyes that
were dead before were alive now, and frenzied like a drug addict looking for a
score. Pam pulled hard against the chains, taking back up the slack that she'd
let creep back in.

"Yes that is it, now flex like before, only do it harder!", he urged in his
thick German accent. Pam didn't hesitate. Her body was already so pumped that
it looked like one hard pulsing flex anyway, but when she bore down, her
muscles exploded once again. The chains were inches longer and the wall behind
her looked like a jack hammer had gone to work on it. The shattered remnants
of bricks bounced and jumped along the floor as Pam's exertions caused the
area to vibrate and hum like a huge tuning fork.

"Yes! Yes!", Quint breathed, lost in the heat of the moment. Pam once again
closed her eyes and touched that part deep part of herself, that part that
she'd never touched before. She drew in a breath, expanding her chest even
more. Her nipples too grew longer and thicker and more vascular. She was
flexing even things that weren't supposed to able to be flexed, but she wasn't
finished. Quint wanted to more and more is what he got. Pam flexed out of her
mind.

She opened her eyes and saw Quint removing his pants, stroking a huge cock. It
was just like the rest of him, big, thick, and brutish. It got bigger and
harder as Pam's muscles flexed with such definition that it looked like her
skin began to disappear and only pure, ultra hard female muscle remained. The
steel groaned loudly. Quint moaned still louder as he worked his cock faster.
By now it his cock looked like a muscled forearm. Pam grunted and strained and
stretched the chains like rubber bands now as she crawled closer. Quint didn't
notice. She opened her mouth so wide that it felt like she was about to
shatter her jaw as she took the first six inches of his cock into her mouth.

His knees trembled and he uttered some guttural curse under his breath. With
her so close he looked down at the teaming monstrosity of muscle along her
back and the top of her glutes. That sent another surge of lust through him
and his cock grew bigger a bit more. Pam gasped and so did Quint. He'd never
seen or felt anything like this before. This cock was a challenge, but she
wondered if this huge man had anymore left in him. She rotated her arms a bit
to use her biceps against the chains more than her pecs and delts. Her were
indeed mountains, with jagged cliff faces and craggy, jutting outcroppings of
muscles. Her peaks were so high that it looked like it would take climbing
gear to reach the summit. She had already been pushing the limits of
definition, size, and sexy muscle. When she pulled against the chains while
flexing, she burst past them. She sucked Quint's cock, but concentrated on her
arms, willing them, demanding them to flex huge to show this man what they
were made of. His legs shook like a scared child's as Pam took more of his
cock into her throat while still forcing more definition from her muscles. He
pushed more of his cock into her throat, but still wasn't all the way in. No
woman had ever taken this much and now he was at his full thickness. It looked
like she was trying to swallow two and a half beer cans at the same time. She
hurt in places that had never hurt before, but she took it all. He came
without warning, sending volumes of spunk straight down her throat, more than
a simple can of beer could have held. She gagged and choked and he pulled
back. Streams rocketed past her head and beyond her body coating the wall and
floor behind her.

Pam licked her lips and flexed more. Her lats flared and her pecs began to
implode like twin dying stars, getting smaller and denser. The veins looked
like solar flares arcing across the face of her chest as she showed the
control she had over her muscles. She bounced her chest, alternating left and
right with rapid fire movements. Then he watched in awe as she slowly flexed
them huge again. He watched the muscles inflate before his very eyes, inch
upon massive inch of hard muscle like airships. Her nipples, were red and
throbbing. Her eyelids fluttered with the concentration. It was all too much
for Quint. His cock was so hard now that it hurt. Pam knew what to do with it.
She took his massive cock-head in her mouth, but didn't suck it, she pulled
him closer then released his cock and put it between her pecs. "Ahhh" he
moaned as her tits closed around his massive member. Once again she started
pulling the chains like a bench press. Her pecs flexed so big that they
swallowed his cock just like her tit-flesh. It was in there somewhere, but
lost in the orgy of muscle. She leaned down and licked the top of his cock.
She thought that this was her chance. Quint had to have a key to the shackles.

She looked up at him, but his eyes were facing the ceiling now as he was lost
in bliss. Pam flexed her pecs as hard as she possible could. They got even
bigger until they were pushing against Quint's legs. They were also as hard as
armored steel. She was going to crush this man's huge cock until he was
begging for her let him go, but instead Quint just moaned. Pam bared her teeth
and flexed harder still. Her pecs looked like a tangle of writhing snakes as
she made them even harder. Her body shook with the effort. Pam heard Quint's
breath catch in his throat. Her face was feral now as she reached the depths
of her soul and flexed her body like never before. Bigger, huger, more
striated, and vascular, than before. Her muscles would have put two
bodybuilders to shame. Her strength could have crushed plate steel. The ever
constricting gap between her pecs looked like it could have turned coal into
diamonds. Quint's cock recoiled and erupted like Mt. Vesuvius hitting her with
tremendous force that kept going, coating her entire torso with stream after
stream. It looked like it would never stop. Finally she lost concentration and
loosened her flex. Quint put his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

Quint stood up straight and tried to gather his wits. Schmitt would be more
than upset at this. He hadn't wanted this woman touched until later. She was
supposed to sit and lose hope. Pam wasn't the first woman Schmitt had brought
back for the 'treatment' as he called it. Some women had been fresh others had
been bad at their jobs, and some women who had been chained in that very spot
had just caught the boss' eye. Quint wasn't the sort of man to make excuses.
He was going to go tell his boss what he'd done. He didn't know what to expect
next, but he certainly hadn't expected what actually happened.

"Is that all you've got big fella?", Pam asked in him in a sultry voice.
Quint's head turned and his glare would have melted a stone, but Pam's sexy,
sweat glistening face mocked him. "Perhaps I was wrong about you. Come twice
like a little boy?"

Mike stood with a wine glass in his hand and a confused look on his face. He'd
finally met Schmitt, but something didn't add up. The man seemed gracious
enough but Mike had heard plenty of water cooler talk about what a bastard he
was to his employees. He pretended that even though he'd done evaluations on
his New York office that he hadn't seen Pam. Mike knew that was impossible.
Only a blind man would fail to notice her. Mike did notice that Pete kept
looking over his shoulder through a set of doors that lead into a darkened
room. Mike didn't want to be a bad guest, but he'd gotten too close to his
goal to just back away now. He looked over his shoulder then ducked into the
darkened room. He moved about for a while before finding another door that
lead to some stairs. They went down and down, well below street level. It
looked like part of a factory that used to sit where the house now did. Mike
felt silly walking around in a half lit corridor until he heard something very
out of place.

Quint stood up to his full impressive height and glared down at Pam as his
cock once again came to life. He pulled off the rest of his clothes, slowly
showing her his battle scars and his own hulking physique. His hands looked
big enough to palm beach balls and his forearms were bearish enough to bend
nails for fun. He walked behind Pam. She twisted, trying to see what he was up
to, then she felt his big hands on her hips. He pulled her up off of her
knees, making her feet float in the air for a moment as he pulled her hips
towards him. Before her feet had even touched the floor again, he rammed his
cock into her with all the power of a bull. This time Pam screamed in pleasure
and pain.

"A boy!", he growled. "A BOY!!! I will show you a man!" He slammed his cock
into her without regard. It had been a long time since Quint had even allowed
a woman to touch him. They were so feeble that they could never satisfy him.
This woman thought that she could, and he was going to give her a chance to
see if she was able. The last woman who said that she could satisfy him was a
Hamburg prostitute who said that she'd fucked 200 men straight and still asked
for more. Quint had sent her to the asylum for a week. He'd fucked her until
she'd been pulling at her hair and crying for mercy. This woman had no idea
the damage that Quint Hessler and his cock could unleash.

Pam worried that she might have bitten off more than she, or her powerful
pussy, could chew. Mike had a bigger cock in all respects, but poor Mike
hadn't been able to begin to fuck her even with his strongest thrusts. Quint
could slam his cock deep into Pam's cunt with maniacal power. Despite the
pain, waves of pleasure pass through her one after another. He fucked her
right past that level of arousal to some new level that she'd never
experienced before. Pam no longer pulled against the chains. It took all of
her concentration just to survive. The two muscled bodies slammed into each
other. His lips were curled back in a snarl as he pumped Pam faster and harder
by the second. He was completely locked in, and then the big sliding door
opened.

Mike leaned against the door, pulled it opened then stared in disbelief. He
saw Pam chained to the wall. He saw all of her muscles pumped beyond anything
he thought possible, and lastly he saw some guy fucking her to within an inch
of her sanity. Quint saw the man in the nice suit standing there with the
shocked look on his face. Quint looked at the man, smirked then rolled his
hips forward, pounding Pam deep and making her squeal. A moment later he came
again, dumping even more jizz from his bottomless balls. Pam was so gone that
she didn't even notice Mike until he screamed in frustration and charged.

"Mike?", she managed through deep breaths. "Don't!", she tried to warn her
former coworker. Quint, the much bigger man, stomped towards Mike, ready to
subdue him. Pam had felt Quint's strength first-hand. Just like with Lester,
Mike was about to get crushed. Quint met Mike about fifteen feet away from
Pam, who could only hang her head. Quint raised his arms to bash Mike. Pam
closed her eyes as she heard flesh hit flesh. She only opened them when she
heard grunts from both men. She could see Quint's muscles flexing hard as he
tried to force Mike backwards, but he wasn't making much headway. Mike looked
to be working hard, but he was holding the massive Quint at bay. Then to Pam's
surprise, Mike began forcing Quint's arms back. The big German set his legs
further apart and stopped Mike's progress. "Go Mike!", Pam yelled as this guy
once again fought for her. Mike's lips trembled and he pushed harder. She
began seeing big muscles starting to show beneath Mike's suit. She noticed
then that Mike looked overall bigger than she remembered. Quint's back was to
her so Pam couldn't see the look on his face when he realized that he couldn't
just overpower his opponent. He snatched his right arm free and took a swing
that grazed Mike's shoulder. Mike had to release Quint's other arm and dodge a
kick. Mike jumped back and circled to Quint's left. The German attacked,
hitting the smaller man hard enough to knock him back. Mike though sent a
punch to Quint's stomach hard enough to knock some wind from his lungs. The
fight went back and forth. Mike wasn't as skilled as Quint, but he was holding
his own. Finally though Quint tripped Mike sending him to the ground. Instead
of attacking Mike while he scrambled to get up, Quint sprinted towards Pam. He
drew his arm back, aiming a big fist at Pam's beautiful, sweaty face. She
tried to back away, but the chains were in her way.

"Noooo!", Mike yelled and ran headlong towards Quint, reaching out to stop
him. Suddenly Quint spun around and delivered a punch right to Mike's head as
he rushed in. The German chuckled as Mike rolled on the ground, looking much
like he had after Lester had flattened him two years earlier. Quint grabbed
him by the collar of his suit jacket and dragged him to another set of chains.
These weren't nearly as thick as the ones that bound Pam, but they were
probably plenty strong enough. Quint then went to a bottle on a long table and
wet a rag with some liquid from the bottle. He draped the cloth over Mike's
mouth and nose for a few seconds then turned to Pam.

"I must tell the boss about this development, but don't relax", the German
warned with a devilish grin. "We aren't finished." Her head hang low as he
slid the door closed.

Candi was talking to a group of women when she saw a huge grim faced man walk
approaching. She didn't think much more about him until he passed. She flared
her nostrils and took a quick sniff. "Would you excuse me?", she told the
other ladies then went to find Lester. "Hey, a guy just walked past me and I
got a good whiff of Pam's perfume."

"Come on Honey. There has to be other women who where that perfume."

"Not at this party. Trust me. A woman notices these things. I've talked to all
the women here and lots of guys too. I didn't smell that scent until that big
guy walked by."

"Okay. Let's say I agree with you. What should we do?"

Candi shrugged. "I don't know. See if she's at the party?"

Lester shook his head. "If Pam was at this party, she'd have a circle of men
standing around her wherever she moved."

"True", Candi agreed. "Then there has to be something else going on."

"Don't go too far down the rabbit hole. I'll see if I can find Mike. If the
subject is Pam, he'll know something about it."

"Mike!", Pam called as he began to come to.

He shook his head to clear the fog. "I had another chance, and I failed you
again", he said, unable to meet Pam's gaze.

"You are so wrong that it would be funny, if I was in a laughing mood", Pam
replied.

"What do you mean? I failed against Lester and now ... after all that hard
work, I failed against that guy."

This time Pam did chuckle. "Was there anybody else in that office trying to
help me against Lester?"

"No."

"And is there anybody else in here trying to help me?"

"No", Mike admitted and finally raised his chin off of his chest. "I just saw
you like this and I just knew I'd be able to win. I just didn't."

"You tried both times. You went toe to toe with Quint. Actually how in the
world did you do that?"

Once again Mike looked at the floor. "I heard what you said when I was nearly
unconscious after that night with you. 'Almost'. Then I talked to Lester after
you left the company, and he said pretty much the same thing. So I've worked
out like a crazy man for the last two years, building as much muscle and
strength as possible so I could be man enough for you to take me seriously."

Pam teared up. "That's not what I meant when I said that", she said while
fighting back a sob. "I meant that you almost convinced me to scrap my plans
to leave the company, my plans to go around taking care of horrible bosses.
That night I thought about just staying with you. Mike, you've always been man
enough for me."

Tears stood in Mike's eyes as he finally saw an end to his two year journey.
He shuffled towards had and leaned against the chains, straining his muscles
and strength, taking all the slack out of the links so he could kiss Pam. She
moved towards him, close enough that his hands could touch her body and she
could touch his. For the first time since that night at his apartment, he felt
Pam's skin beneath his hands. It was so soft and smooth with the iron hard
muscles beneath. She was everything he had ever wanted times ten. Mike gave a
harder sustained pull and she saw his new muscles flexing beneath his shirt,
rippling pecs and surging delts. Her hands roamed his body now too. She didn't
think she could become aroused again so soon after Quint's pounding, but
feeling Mike's passion made her heart rate quicken.

"I couldn't find Mike", Lester told Candi with a huff. "I talked to the
doorman and he didn't remember Mike leaving. The only person who saw him, said
that he was over that way." Lester motioned towards a now closed set of double
doors.

"We should check it out ... for Pam's sake of course."

"Of course", Lester replied immediately. "I wouldn't want her in any trouble
that even she can't get out of." Candi kept a lookout while Lester opened the
closed door and they slipped inside. They hadn't taken two steps before they
heard talking. Lester put a finger to his lips as they crept close enough to
hear. "Damn it. They're speaking German."

"Shh", Candi whispered as they two men talked.

"I can't believe you let her tempt you!", Schmitt exclaimed in German. "I
asked you to look in on her, and then you're fucking her! Now we'll have to
deal with that idiot too."

"They might have her", Candi whispered to Lester.

"How do you understand them?"

"Shhh. Wait, Pam's definitely here in some room on the building's lowest
level."

"Now", Schmitt said with a big sigh. "I have to go up to the party and make
sure I am seen, but I shall probably have to end the party early."

"Oh no", Candi mouthed then tapped Lester's chest and pointed towards the
door. They both tried to make it, but didn't get half way.

"Hey! You there!", Schmitt called and chased after them. He was quickly
overtaken by Quint. "Take them!" The big man passed Candi by, grabbed Lester's
arm and spun him around.

"Hands off", Lester tried to pull away, but it felt like his arm was clamped
in a vice.

"Let him go!", Candi yelled as Schmitt approached.

"You're coming with me", Schmitt told the diminutive blonde.

"Don't touch me!", she warned just as Schmitt's hands grabbed her arms. His
eyes got wider as he felt the stone hardness of her upper arms. She pulled
away from Schmitt then shoved him backwards. He back peddled before falling.
Quint turned angrily as Schmitt fell. Then he turned back to Lester only see
five knuckles heading right towards his nose. The quick shock of the blow
loosened Quint's grip just enough for Lester to pull himself away. Quint
recovered almost immediately, but Candi was just about there. She was moving
towards Quint when Schmitt came from behind her. Instead of throwing a punch
or trying to grab her, he reached out and pressed a cloth to her face. Lester
tried to make it to her, but Quint grabbed him and pressed a cloth to his face
too. The last thing he felt before fading away was anger.

Pam's chains rattled as she removed the slack and began pulling against them.
Mike licked her biceps and traced the climbing peaks with his tongue. Their
passions were still growing, just like Pam's biceps when they heard the lock
on the door disengage. Pam looked over her shoulder then the pushed Mike down
to the ground. She didn't have to say anything for Mike to pretend that he was
still knocked out.

This time a smiling Quint stood there holding an unconscious woman over one
shoulder and a man in the same condition over the other. He looked at Pam for
a moment before turning away from her. He effortlessly held the two
unconscious people up as he carried them about twenty feet away towards a pair
smaller of chains set into the floor. These were perhaps half as thick as the
ones that held her and Mike. He attached one chain to the woman's left wrist
and the other to the man.

With that done he pulled the same rag that had knocked Pam out and held it out
as he walked to a long table at the side of the room. He took the top off of a
glass bottle and wet the cloth with it. He carefully put the bottle back on
the table and walked towards Pam. She had already felt Quint's strength, but
she was going to fight him with everything she had if he tried to use that
stuff on her again.

"Do you think I am stupid", Quint growled and approached Pam, but he grabbed
Mike by his hair and lifted up his head. Mike instantly began to fight and
struggle, but the chains wouldn't let him do much. Quint stepped out of Pam's
reach then pressed the cloth to Mike's face. Pam warned him not to inhale, but
he could only hold his breath for so long. She saw Mike pass out and then
Quint put the cloth back into his pocket. He stepped a few feet away and began
taking his clothes off. "I'm not going to let you ruin this suit", he began.
"Schmitt pays well, but not that well."

"What?"

"You didn't think we were finished did you?" Pam swallowed a lump in her
throat as the muscled German walked behind her. Without the least warning, he
impaled Pam. His hips moved like a blur across a field of vision as he slammed
every inch of his cock into Pam. He loved the feeling of her muscled hips
beneath his hands, and he loved even more that he was humbling that mighty
body, showing it who he was. The furious fucking didn't last for long. Quint
came and for Pam it felt like she'd been hooked to a cum pump. I just kept
coming and coming. There was no rest though. He pulled his cock out of her
pussy and laughed.

"Your pussy looks like it just gave birth to triplets!" Pam blushed and her
head sagged. Her pussy had humbled men for years and now it had been so easily
defeated. He felt her hands on her cheeks, kneeding them and feeling their
hardness. He bent down and kissed her left then her right butt cheeks, but
then she felt his saliva cover another part of her butt. Her eyes opened wide.
She tried to scream, "No", but it came out as a weak yelp as Quint stabbed his
cock into her ass.

"Oh yes! Tight!", he grunted as he used the power of his abs and hips against
the crushing resistance. He didn't slow down or speed up. He wrecked her ass
at his own pace, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. He enjoyed
watching her huge tits jigged as he rammed her with stronger and stronger
thrusts. Her impenetrable abs were being forced out like something was inside
trying to get out. He pressed so hard it seemed like he was indeed trying to
fuck his cock all the way through her body. He pounded her for what seemed
like forever, never letting up. Quint had done in a manner of minutes what no
man had ever been able to do to Pam. He'd made her his toy.

She'd broken rich and powerful men until they screamed like children, and now
she was the one helpless. He came again, just as much as the last time filling
her belly until she was nauseous. It was amazing. Despite it all, Pam's skin
flushed and her body tensed up hard. Quint flinched at the new pressure and
Pam came, gushing girl juices all over the floor, even eclipsing his
monumental volume.

She was still twitching from bliss when he came around to the front again. Pam
raised her weary head and watched as his cock once again stood out like a
battering ram. She watched too as his balls seemed to swell and get ready for
another go. "It was a challenge before, but I can stop now if you are not
strong enough to take it. I am not my boss. I'm a gentleman", he said
politely, but his face spoke volumes. 'You are beaten and bettered', it told
Pam. 'You called him a boy but it was her who was outmatched. She might have
beaten up men and humiliated guys who thought that they were strong and tough.
Here was a man who really was strong and tough, and she was wilting under the
pressure.'

Pam looked up, seeing the spark in Quint's eyes and the smirk on his once
impassive face and said, "Screw you!"

Quint stepped forward and pushed Pam upright. Then he bent down and wrapped
his arms behind her knees. He lifted the big-titted muscle woman like she was
weightless. Residual cum fell from her defeated holes as he once again plunged
his cock into her cunt. He bounced her up and down on his cock, impaling her
with its full length. She squealed with each insertion. Her arms flailed
causing the chain to jangle and sway. Her tits bashed against Quint's face as
her muscles had receded and her tits emerged. She was becoming soft again,
like she was when she was trying to fool men and lure them into her trap. She
always thought that she was really the muscle beast. The woman so strong that
no man could stand up to her, but Quint just smiled and sucked on one of her
shortening nipples, sucking on it like a babe. Her pussy was so wet for him,
trying to appease his cock and somehow lessen the strain on itself. It was so
pathetic that Pam was ready to cry. Quint laughed and Pam looked at him with
her watery eyes. Her mind was blank then as he fucked her like an animal. The
pain or the pleasure wasn't there. Then he winked. Pam couldn't have said why,
but that was the worst thing he Quint could have done.

A rippling flex went from Pam's upper abs to the bottom of her abdominal wall.
She felt Quint shudder a bit. 'Okay', she told herself. 'This is your last
chance.' Pam's pussy tightened around Quint's cock like a hydraulic vice. The
pace of his strokes slowed just a bit. All of Pam's muscles came alive, but
her feminine muscles were her focus now. Her cunt tightened from the sloppy
mess that Quint had created into a molten tube that contracted tighter and
tighter. He moaned again.

"Ahhhh", he screamed and his pace slowed even more. His own muscles flexed as
he plunged his cock in or pull it out. "Yes, so tight! Your pussy can give me
pleasure now!", he defied Pam, but she wasn't finished. Pam's face took on
that look of tortured concentration again. Quint tried to thrust his cock all
the way in, but it only got a few inches before her pussy clamped down
tighter. His attempted stroke just pushed Pam's body higher in the air until
his cock and her pussy were holding all of her weight. His switched his arm
angle and tried to pull her down onto his shaft. She sank another inch, but
that only put more of his cock into her furnace. He cursed and let her go
suddenly. All her weight was pressed against his cock. He screamed at the
weight. He abs flexed into a ten pack and his muscles flexed hard to hold her
up. He looked up to Pam's face and saw her smirk appear. Then her pussy opened
up and swallowed his cock whole. Pam's feet fell to the floor and now the two
of them stood facing each other as equals. She'd fought back and now it was
time to show him who she really was.

"It feels as if your pussy's sucking my cock!", he murmured. "It feels too
good!"

Pam fucked him until he fell to his knees. She put her hands on his shoulders
and began to fuck him as hard as he'd done to her before, but this time her
pussy was squeezing him tighter than even her pecs had. His cock was trapped
and he knew it. Finally Pam had fucked Quint until he was lying on the ground.
Just that fast he was the fuck toy. He put his hands on her hips and tried to
take control. Pam fought against him, but then she felt his cock expanding
inside her. A moment later Quint let loose the hardest orgasm of his life. Cum
would have shot past the ceiling of this cavernous room, but Pam's pussy
wouldn't let it. The jizz came out with the blast of a firehouse, but Pam's
pussy was so tight wrapped around his cock that it could barely dribble out.
His cock expanded still more like a balloon about to burst. The pressure and
thickness caused Pam to get near the edge. She didn't want to, but his cock
was so special. Even though she was trying to control it, his member was far
from powerless. Her orgasm joined his and cum filled her again. She fell back
off of him after two solid minutes of orgasm and even after all that time,
Quint's cum reached halfway to the ceiling. Pam was in awe. She leaned forward
and took his spasming dick in her mouth, this time she forced the swollen
prick all the way down until her nose was smashed again his lower abs. "Mein
Gott!", Quint exclaimed. His eyes rolled back in his head and his body shook
like he was having a seizure. Pam's jaw looked distended and her throat looked
deformed, but she kept his cock in place as Quint had another just from the
sensation of being throated for the first time in his life. Pam hungrily drank
up every bit of cum until her belly could take no more and it spilled out past
her lips. She pulled off of him slowly, letting him see just how deep she'd
taken his cock. Letting him see that she had indeed mastered what he thought
couldn't be tamed.

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