ONCE UPON A TIME  Part 2 
by demented20 - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Work usually sucked, but Travis Huntington endured it for the money like
everybody else who did a job they didn't love. He didn't dwell on it though,
forgetting about the day's various stresses by the time he reached his
apartment complex. His mind was on two tracks as he put the key into the front
door lock, what should he have for dinner and should he call the young lady
who'd given him her number the other day. Probably Mexican for the first
question and no on the second one. She was cute for sure, but Travis wasn't
ready to have another ex-girlfriend ... .not just yet.

After placing his take out order for enchiladas his mind turned towards his
current Mistress Saga story. He wondered if he'd end it with the Mistress
screwing one of her pets after killing that Brock guy, then going to the
dinner party as if nothing had happened. But maybe he could have the Mistress
be a bit tired after pulling off a strong guy's arm with just her sexual
organ. That sort of thing had to be hard work even for a borderline super
human like Eleanor. After a few minutes Travis settled on an idea. He figured
that it was time to show people how rich and influential Eleanor actually was.

He waited for the delivery guy, then watched some sports highlights before
heading over to his computer with a half eaten plate of food in one hand and a
beer in the other. He sat down in front of his monitor excited to finish
another chapter. He pushed the button on the front of his desktop, and
listened to the familiar beeps and the whirling of fans as the machine came to
life once again. Soon he'd have the word-processor open and he'd be in the
world of the Mistress for at least the next couple of hours, only the computer
didn't boot like it always had in the past. A loud sustained beep signalled
the problem before the computer turned itself off and tried to boot all over
again.

"What the hell", Travis said as the computer's boot screen showed again. There
were more beeps and an error message popped up before the computer tried
again. Travis set the beer down and grabbed the keyboard. He'd tinkered with
computers in his younger days and still knew some of what to do to find out
what the hell was going on. Instead of writing, Travis spent the next three
hours trying to figure why his computer could only boot to safe mode before
crashing again. About halfway through that process a sense of dread began
eating its way up the back of his neck. "I didn't back up a damned thing", he
said out loud, finally putting words to what he'd been thinking ever since his
computer had failed to boot.

The next day, during his lunch hour, Travis drove to a computer repair shop
that he'd gone to back in his tinkering days. He spent a couple of minutes
giving his theory as to what had happened. Juan, manager of the store, humored
him like he would any prospective customer. "If I had to bet", Travis told
him, "I'd say the hard drive is toast."

"Could be that", Juan agreed. "That would certainly cause some the symptoms
you've mentioned. We can get that taken care of for you no problem."

Travis looked down at the floor for a moment before looking back up. "The
worst part is that I haven't done a back up in ages", Travis said as a fresh
wave of shame from stupidity came over him again. "I was wondering if you guys
can at least get the documents from this drive. I mean there's at least a
couple years worth of stuff on there that I don't have copies for."

To Travis surprise Juan got a big smile on his face. "We should be able to.
We've got a secret weapon back there!" Juan pointed over his shoulder to the
door that led to the technicians in the back. "Jessie is a wiz with this sort
of thing. If it can be recovered then Jessie'll recover it. I can guarantee
you that."

"Sounds great", Travis said with a matching smile on his face, but then the
unease returned. He was asking some professional to recover his muscle and
strength fetish stories and that was at least a little embarrassing, but
Travis was willing to go through a momentary bout of embarrassment to get back
his writings. Rewriting stories was practically impossible. He shrugged his
shoulders as he made it back to his car. He didn't care if that Jessie guy
read his stories or not just as long as he recovered them. "Hell", Travis
thought as he started the engine. "I write that stuff for other people to read
anyway." Who knows, that Jessie guy might even get a kick out of them.

The next day Jessica Stratton, known as Jessie since about the 5th grade, was
in no rush to get to Travis' computer. She'd spent that morning installing a
sweet custom made liquid cooling rig on a top of the line gaming PC. Those
were the kind of machines that really got her mentally stimulated. Travis'
machine on the other hand had been boring the day it had been made in some
nameless factory by a company that didn't even make desktop machines any more.

Jessie put the computer on her examination bench and got to work, knowing all
along that this job was going to be tedious. She read the ticket taped to the
side of the chassis that there was a suspected hard drive failure and the
customer was requesting data recovering, focusing on documents if possible.
Jessie let out a sigh and tucked some of her blonde locks behind her ear
before digging into the machine. She almost wished that she hadn't come up
with her own system for recovering data back in her college days.

It took a minute for Jessie to remove the hard drive from the computer and
less than that to confirm Travis' suspicions. This hard drive was a piece of
scrap metal. She grabbed a brand new drive from the shelves behind her and put
in before hooking the old drive to her complicated looking data recovering
rig. She started cloning the drive while also copying the documents folder to
a flash drive. She'd give this guy back his whole drive, but she wanted to
make extra sure that his documents didn't get corrupted since that's what he
was mostly interested in. She moved on to another computer, occasionally
checking the progress. Everything was going smoothly though, and this computer
might end up being the easiest job of the week.

After fixing another computer Jessie decided to spot check some of the files
she was copying just to make sure that things really were going that smoothly.
Jessie wasn't the nosy type and purposely just scanned the file names, until
she came to a file named 'countess eleanor'.

"No way", she uttered in disbelief before double clicking the file. All Jessie
could do was grin as she read the opening to one of the Mistress Saga stories
that she'd read at least a half dozen times since it had been released years
ago. "What are the chances?", Jessie asked herself, smiling at it all. Jessie
was a huge fan of the Mistress Saga. It turned out that this guy was too. It
wasn't long before she found more stories. She read the beginnings of several
Mistress stories. She wondered if this customer was as big a Mistress fan as
she was because Jessie had downloaded every single Mistress chapter so she
could read them without having to go to the site where they were posted each
time.

The Mistress Saga stories never failed to make Jessie all hot and bothered
when she read them. The guy who wrote them, whoever he was, always brought
Jessie into the world of the Mistress and made it seem like she was standing
in the room with this beautiful powerful woman.

Jessie loved strength and had wanted to be strong for as long as she could
remember. Jessie had to be the only six year old girl who'd sat on Santa's lap
at the mall and had asked for big strong muscles as a gift. She was also
pretty sure that she was the only kid who'd dressed up as a female bodybuilder
for Halloween one year. Eventually Jessie had learned that strength and
muscles only came with hard work, which wasn't a problem since she didn't mind
hard work. Her fantasies had grown as high school wore on. Being strong
stopped being enough for a teen-aged Jessie. She'd wanted everyone to know
just how strong and muscular she was. She'd fantasized about all the hot guys
and popular girls worshipping her mighty body. Only it was also during high
school when Jessie started to realize the paralyzing fear in social
interactions, even little ones. Until then she'd thought her tendency to keep
to herself was something she'd grow out of. Instead it got steadily worse. It
manifested itself as an almost debilitating shyness that made her want to stay
as far in the background as possible. Eventually it sapped her confidence and
Jessie finished high school without taking any steps towards making her
fantasies come true.

During college Jessie decided to attempt to turn over a new leaf. She'd joined
a group of people who she slowly opened up to, but that had blown up in her
face, so at the end of college she had no more confidence than she'd had going
in. Jessie lived within herself, never sharing even small details, and
practically running away anybody who approached her with anything more than a
normal question. Even guys telling her that she was hot or pretty or even
beautiful wasn't enough to push Jessie out of her shell. The fear was always
too strong for her, no matter how many times she tried to force herself to
change.

That was about when she'd read the first Mistress story. It was like the
writer of that story had crawled into Jessie's brain and dragged out her own
fantasies. The Mistress was a woman who embodied everything Jessie had wanted
to be. She had unbeatable strength, unchallenged beauty, and the ability to
lord over whomever she pleased. She even had a harem of men to worship the
ground she walked on. Jessie got hot just thinking about guys worshipping
every inch of her gorgeous inhumanly hard muscles.

Those stories often helped keep Jessie's mind off of her problems because even
after college the social awkwardness and shyness bit her. She got a really
good job at a tech company and could have been a rising star, but interacting
with all the hard charging employees there made Jessie retreat further into
her own mind. Eventually she had a full on panic attack before work one day,
so she quit. She moved halfway across the country and got this job at the
computer store just to have a pay check and something to occupy her time. The
Mistress Saga stories took up a bit of her time too.

Jessie decided to open another file on the customer's hard drive and give it a
bit longer read. She pulled her office chair across the room and took a seat.
It wasn't long before Jessie's mind entered the world of the Mistress. She
imagined men looking on as she pumped her biceps bigger and bigger, making her
dual headed peak getting striated and vascular just like the Mistress did.
Jessie flexed harder, wanting her biceps to be so peaked and so huge that they
looked morphed. Then she imaged having a tongue trace the inch deep canyons of
her abdominal wall. She wanted to feel a man's hands grab her pure muscle butt
and squeeze it with all of his might, feeling its density and hardness. Then
she wanted to see that guy's cock get hard as she rolled her hips forward,
simultaneously flexing her abs and her ass, making her butt turn into concaved
cannon balls.

Jessie snapped back to reality long enough to glance at the half open door.
There was a pain of recognition that nobody was likely to have peeped through
the opening because her co-workers didn't stop by to chat with Jessie since
she was probably the least chatty person any of them had ever met. Just to be
safe though, Jessie closed the door then went back to reading. She opened
another file and instantly realized that this was a story she didn't
recognize. She wondered if she might have missed a posting. Either way she got
into it quickly.

It started with the Mistress sitting in one of her machines, doing cable style
biceps curls using four of her strongest pets as resistance. The image made
Jessie's breath quicken. She kept reading as the amazing author started
describing her biceps. They were so fucking hard. Jessie ran her hands over
her own arms, nearly closing her eyes and imagining herself in the Mistress'
place, overpowering four big strong men with her biceps alone. Jessie tensed
her arms again while her eyes read the words on the screen. Moving steel
plates around was one thing, but being able to humble big strong men like that
instantly turned Jessie on. She could almost hear the men grunting and
straining against her, almost smell their perspiration. Jessie was the center
of the world for those four pets, instead of the Mistress. It was her biceps
peaking and bulging like they wanted to burst out of her skin.

Jessica pulled her eyes away the screen and let out a long sigh. "No fricking
way", she exclaimed under her breath. She realized that she wasn't working on
another Mistress' fan computer. She'd never read this story in her life and it
wasn't even finished. She saw little notes typed at the bottom of the
unfinished story where the writer reminding himself where he wanted to take
the story when he got back to writing it. Then Jessie got angry. "How could
this guy not back up his stories!?" She began to think that if he'd taken a
drive this damaged to some other shop the tech might have just tossed in the
trash as a lost cause. This guy was so lucky that he'd come to a computer shop
that employed someone with a degree from one of the best computer science
programs in the world. Jessie had quick thought to download these files and
keep them for herself. "That'll be stealing", she told herself. "But what am I
doing now?" She kept reading.

Jessie quickly got to an escape attempt by a fresh pet. "Oh he's not going to
survive", she lamented. It was too bad. That guy seemed strong enough for the
Mistress to upgrade him to a servant, which was one step up from pet, although
it had been a few chapters since the last time she'd done for a captive. Sure
enough the Mistress fucked that guy to death. Jessie never would have done
that even if she could, because good sex was hard to come by, especially for a
strong woman, but of course not for the Mistress. She had as many willing and
able guys as she could ever want. Jessie was about to close this file when she
got to the part about the horse. That got her hot and bothered all over again.
Reading about the Mistress over power such a powerful animal put dots of
perspiration on Jessie forehead. After that she was enthralled and couldn't
stop.

Without a bit of conscious thought, Jessie pulled the hem of her dress up
while one hand stayed down, resting on her bare thigh. She got to the part
where the Mistress was pulling against the chains that attached to the crane,
lifting the crane and what was on it. "Such strength", she uttered and started
rubbing herself through her panties. Her body started getting hotter as the
soft material brushing against her hardening clit sent small waves of pleasure
through Jessie's body. The rational part of her brain screamed for her to
stop, but Jessie kept reading, even as the tale got hotter.

She pushed her now damp panties aside and pushed a finger into herself as
Brock's hand entered the Mistress' pussy in the story. Jessie bit her lip and
pushed another finger in and then another, all while her thumb worked against
her clit. She pulled her hand back and wet her fingers with her tongue before
getting back to working herself up. Jessie squeezed her thighs together when
she read what the Mistress was doing. She pushed her fingers in deeper,
finding that special spot inside of herself while she now used her other hand
to really work on her clit. She wasn't even attempting to hold back any more.
Her body tensed up and her hips started moving as she worked her fingers in
and out of her pussy. She read about that brute's arm starting to come off of
his body and Jessie's eyes narrowed. "She's so fuckin strong!", she uttered
and flexed her own unworthy muscles, flexing them harder and harder just like
the Mistress did in the story. Jessie closed her thighs and pressed them
against her own hand and arm, just to feel some strength. "That arm belongs to
the Mistress now", Jessie uttered as the helpless man's arm started to tear
loose on the inside.

Jessie imagined the Mistress' abs and ass flexed beyond all reason, beyond
human comprehension. She was all striations, bulging muscle fibers, and
throbbing veins. Her ass was so hard that bullets would have bounced off and
her pussy so strong that she could have crushed a steel ball flat. Jessie
reminded herself that she hated the violence and the cruelty, but this man was
a monster. The Mistress had to do her worst.

The arm came off and Jessie nearly lost it right there, but it wasn't over.
The fool was trying to save himself, but this was the Mistress' Lair. There
was nowhere to go. Jessie thrust her fingers in and out of herself, forcing
her fingers in deep now as her pussy began to leak its pleasure juices all
over the chair. Then she read the neck muscles succumbing to the Mistress, all
those pounds of hard muscle were no match for the Mistress. Jessie was lost in
passion now. A moan escaped her lips, as she imagined herself flexing as hard
as the Mistress. All at once the orgasm hit her, and it was a big one.
Jessie's body trembled and as she thrust her fingers into her pussy one more
time, holding them there and flicking her clit with her thumb as wave after
wave of pleasure coursed through her body. All the time, she kept her body
rigidly flexed, just like the Mistress. She was so lost in passion that she
didn't hear the creak, creak, creak, of her office chair just before the back
snapped off of the base, sending Jessie tumbling to the floor.

She jumped up and instantly put her back against the door so nobody could open
it. She looked down at what she'd done to her dress and then more importantly,
what she'd done to the office chair. She shook her head and eased away from
the door when she was sure nobody was coming to investigate the crash. After
closing all the files open on her screen, Jessie headed straight to the
bathroom. When she'd straightened out herself as much as possible, Jessie
tiptoed back to her work room and pulled on the oversized knit jacket that she
always kept there. When she was sure nobody could have easily figured out what
had happened she smiled and looked at the ticket on the side of the computer
again. "That was a nice chapter Mr. umm Huntington", she said leaned against
the counter since she had nowhere to sit until she bought another chair. She
was almost giddy as she worked on Travis' computer. This guy wrote her
favorite muscle stories. Part of her wished that she could meet him and get an
autograph. Then she thought that she might give him some suggestions, like
strong women didn't always have to be so mean. A truly powerful woman could
turn a guy in to 'captive' without harming a hair his head. Of course Jessie
wasn't naive enough to think that others saw it from her point of view. She
had no proof of it, but Mr. Huntington might really like the violence. She
didn't give that too much more thought though. She had visions of powerful
ultra ripped muscles floating around in her head.

Travis was usually the first employee at his job to make it to the parking lot
at the end of the work day. It was actually a running joke with his peers, but
this afternoon he stayed behind, slightly slouched in his chair as he talked
to a friend on the phone. Brett was an old college friend who'd been trying
for years to hook his buddy up. Travis appreciated the efforts, but he was
tired of settling for 'normal' girls. He wrote about strong muscular woman,
but had only dated one girl who would qualify as fit and muscular. All the
women Brett introduced Travis too were nice, just not what he was looking for.
That didn't mean Travis didn't want to hang out with Brett. The settled on a
bowling alley that both of them had driven past but never gone to. Of course
Brett was going to bring a couple of lady friends from his work along with
them, just in case Travis was interested.

A couple hours later, Travis' eyes zeroed in on the kingpin as he pulled his
arm back. His form wasn't perfect. It wasn't even as good as it used to be
back in the day, but it was good enough. "Boom!", he exclaimed and pumped his
fist. "I'm on a roll", he said to the other three bowlers as he returned to
the bench. Brett rolled his eyes, while the two young ladies sitting next to
him laughed. Brett must have stepped his game up since the last time he'd
tried to hook Travis up because both of these girls were hot. More than fit
enough to step on stage and hold their own in a bikini competition. Travis
usually preferred women with a bit more size and definition, but this was real
life not some stupid world he'd created in his head, besides both women were
objectively pretty. Brett was pretty sure that if Travis didn't start going
out with one of these two then he truly was a lost cause.

Everything was going great until the front door opened and the mood of the
whole building changed. Some employees rolled their eyes while others
outwardly groaned, as four of the biggest, baddest looking bikers walked into
the place shoving each other and loudly joking around.

According the employee standing nearby, Brassy, KC, Mikey, and Tammy, the only
woman in the group, showed up at adult bowl a couple of times a month. They
drank too much, talked too loud, and ruined the mood of every other customer
in the place, but they didn't seem to care. Nobody messed with them after the
previous bowling alley manager had tried to put them out for disturbing the
other customers. Everybody inside the place that night thought they were about
to witness a murder. Instead the bikers gave him a warning. They left without
paying for the beers they'd already drank, but that was fine with the manager,
until he went outside.

Instead of leaving right away, the bikers had gone to the car parked in the
'Reserved for Manager' spot and had some fun. They tore the doors off of the
car, peeled the roof back like a sardine can, ripped out the seats, then
turned the car upside down. The horrified soon to be ex-manager found a note
stuffed in a flattened tire warning him that if he ever spoke to them again
they'd make him look like his car. The new manager tried his best to contain
the bikers, while telling the employees to just grin and bear it. He was
content in the fact that the bikers hadn't hurt anybody or broken anything
expensive.

It didn't take much for Travis to imagine these people being able to do that
kind of damage. They were four of the biggest most muscular people he'd ever
laid eyes on, and Tammy might have been the most muscular of the group. She
was shorter than Travis himself, but everything else on her was oversized. He
wanted to mind his own business and not draw any attention to himself or his
group, but Travis couldn't keep his eyes off of Tammy. There wasn't anything
cute or ladylike about her, but she stirred something deep inside of him.

In his fantasies the muscular and powerful woman was gorgeous like a super
model, but in real life that didn't have to be the case. Tammy's face was
average if he was being extremely generous, but nothing else about her was
average at all. Her arms were as big as any bodybuilder's, man or woman. Her
shoulders were the size of the bowling balls on the racks around him. Her
chest didn't show any tits to speak off but her pectorals more than made up
for the absence. She looked like she had a huge beer gut, matching the girth
of her chest and legs, but a longer look revealed not a single trace of fat or
chub. Travis could actually make out the six massive bricks of Tammy's
abdominal wall pressing through her dingy shirt as she moved. Her legs weren't
long or luscious like the muscle women in Travis' imagination either.

Tammy's legs were rather short and hugely muscled. Each step produced a flex
so huge that Travis thought her quad heads might burst through the front of
her jeans at any moment. He couldn't help but wonder how strong Tammy was. He
wondered if she'd had a part in doing that damage to the former manager's car
or if she'd just been a lookout or something, but those muscles didn't look
like they played second fiddle. They looked huge and rock hard even from
across the big room. Travis was more intrigued by that biker chick than he'd
been with any woman he'd ever laid eyes on. She wasn't the embodiment of his
fantasies. Tammy was like the realities of his fantasies smacking him in the
face. He wanted a big powerful woman and the more he looked at her, the more
he realized that she was pretty much muscle and strength in human form.

The bikers took up position at the far end of the bowling alley, which was
great for Travis and his group because they got louder as the beer started
flowing. The gang ordered brew by the pitcher, guzzling it like they were
going to stop making the stuff. The groups trying to bowl in the lanes closest
to the bikers quickly found other places to be. Before long that half of the
bowling alley was cleared out, with only the oversized bikers on that side of
alley.

Jessie's first thought after leaving work had been to rush home where she'd
built a personal gym in the back yard, but she didn't feel like being alone
like always. She decided to try a regular gym again. She'd tried a few times
in the relatively recent past with no luck. Maybe today would be different.
Maybe she was different. She pulled her pink Mini into a parking spot, grabbed
her bag and headed inside. She was self conscious the entire time but fought
through it. She paid the single day fee and headed to the locker room. She sat
for a few moments, mentally gathering courage before pulling her dress off
over her head and getting ready for a workout.

The well lit workout area was packed with people on treadmills, ellipticals,
and stair step machines. Jessie walked past all of that stuff. A few people
turned their heads to look at the cute blonde walking past them, some
dismissing her instantly because of the sweatpants and sweatshirt she covered
her body with. Her face was nice enough, but they figured that she had to be
hiding something with her body. They were right. Jessie saw a few people turn
towards her, wishing they'd turn the other way. She just kept walking. Jessie
had to get herself into the right frame of mind, so she pressed earbuds in as
she walked towards the free weights. She made her way towards the end of the
rack while scrolling through her various playlists. She was in a rock type of
mood. She made her choice cranking up the volume to drown out the world around
her. The rack shook as she snatched two dumbbells and started her warm up
routine.

Travis pretended to be waiting patiently for his ball to return. He even joked
with Brett, but in truth he was stealing glances down to the other end of the
alley. Tammy had her own bowling ball and it looked like it weighed fifty
pounds. It was so big and heavy that the ball return machine could barely
handle it. Each time she approached the lane, Travis was blown away. As he
stared at her for a moment he realized how foolish he'd been to think that a
woman like the Mistress could exist. Strength was its own aesthetic, and Tammy
was living proof of that. She also proved that no woman was too muscular for
Travis' taste. That thought made him smile as he attempted to get another
strike. He glanced towards Tammy as he waited at the ball return, but this
time he saw another biker looking back in his direction. The one called Brassy
had the deepest weirdest looking tan Travis had ever seen. It had to be the
source of his name. Travis looked away instantly, but the look on that huge
guy's face still made bile rise to the back of Travis' throat. He grabbed his
ball and quickly turned around. He just hoped none of those bikers had seen
his other glances. None of them came Travis' way which was nice, and about an
hour after the look that froze soul, the bikers left. Travis actually let out
a sigh of relief. He and his group thought about playing another game, but
decided to call it a night.

Travis ambled towards his car after giving one final wave to Brett who honked
as he drove out of the parking lot. He pulled out his keys, followed by his
phone. He looked up to see that he was going the right way when he saw the
bikers standing near his car. He hesitated, wondering why the four of them
were standing next to his Honda downing beers and screwing off. Then he saw
that they'd parked their motorcycles near him. He wished he could shrink up
like a mouse and slip right past them, unfortunately he couldn't.

"Oh look Tams. It's that guy who was eyeing us all night", Mikey announced to
the rest of the group. Travis grinned at them nervously and quickened his
step. "Don't like our kind around?"

"Oh no guys. You guys didn't bother me", Travis replied, rather convincingly
because they didn't really bother him after he got used to their noise. His
eyes betrayed him though. Being this close, all of the bikers were even bigger
and more muscular than he thought, but Tammy stood apart and alone. Her arms
were crossed across her huge chest with her relaxed triceps looking like rams
about to do battle, and her shoulders were nearly the size of the bowling ball
in the bag strapped across the back of her bike. Her face was weathered by her
life and made even harder by her disposition, but her muscles screamed for
attention.

"Ohhh!!", KC exclaimed as they finally realized what was drawing Travis'
attention. Tammy's lips spread into a grin. Brassy's face turned red beneath
his spray on tan. "I think he's got the hots for you!"

Travis tried to laugh it off. "Come on guys. Don't be silly", he heard himself
say and instantly regretted it. Tammy's smile turned to a frown and she
uncrossed her arms. "NO! I didn't mean it like that, I meant that you're
obviously in a relationship", Travis attempted to back-pedal while looking at
Brassy.

"Don't look at him", Tammy told Travis in gruff but amused voice. "He ain't
your problem now. So you sayin' I'm ugly?!?"

Travis shook his head vigorously. "No, I think you're great looking" he said,
but that just made her frown look even more sinister.

"I ain't like one of those little bimbos you were bowlin' with. Is that it?",
she said as she walked close enough to cut off Travis' route to his car door.
Travis swallowed a lump as she came up to him, getting close enough for him to
smell the beer on her breath. His knees started shaking as the other three
bikers created a half circle around him. He opened his mouth to speak but
couldn't find anything to say that wouldn't make the situation worse. Then
Tammy laughed, and the others joined in. Travis smiled again and let out a
chuckle, thinking that they were just screwing with him.

"I know what you like", Tammy said and poked Travis in the center of his chest
with a thick finger. "You like this don't you?", she asked and raised her arm
and gave it a little flex, producing rock-slide sized biceps that stretched
the limits of his understanding of anatomy. Her biceps peak was so damned high
and the muscle was so damned thick that Travis couldn't wipe the look of
astonished lust from his face.

Tammy didn't care about Travis' lust. She gripped Travis by his arms, easily
lifting him completely off the ground. The look on his face made her howl in
laughter. She tossed him to the side. He stumbled but kept his balance.
"Look!", he exclaimed as the others came closer. "I don't want any trouble!"

"But we do", Tammy exclaimed and grabbed Travis by the shirt and snatched him
towards her. A little air left his lungs when his chest slammed into Tammy's
stone like pecs. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him just tightly
enough so he couldn't get away. "That's it! Struggle. I like it when guys try
to get away, like roaches about to get squished! Ain't that right Brassy
honey?"

"You sure do", he replied with a laugh. "He's ready to go already."

"You're fucking kiddin' me", she exclaimed and twisted her head to look at
Travis' face. "I haven't even started squeezing yet. Fuckin' weenie!", she
yelled and threw the nearly unconscious Travis down to the pavement. "You
worthless little shit!", she spat at him then kicked Travis in the butt as he
tried to get to his knees, causing a cascade of laughs.

"Well maybe not worthless", Brassy offered and came over to stand next to his
girlfriend. "See if he's got any money."

"Www ... .wait", Travis uttered and rolled over to his back with his hands
still up.

"Shut the fuck up", Mikey yelled as he bent down and grabbed Travis by the
shirt just so he could lift him up and slap him across the jaw. KC stepped up
then and reached into his back pocket. "Just a few bucks, but we got some
cards."

"Can't expect a fuck like this to have any money. I mean look at his fucking
car", Brassy said and the others laughed.

"Come on, please. Just take the money and go", Travis pleaded, but his heart
sank again when Tammy's face turned angry.

"You don't tell us what to do!", she yelled. She put her hands flat against
either side of his head and with a mean grin started squeezing his skull.
Travis body trembled as Tammy effortlessly put hundreds of pounds of pressure
onto his head. She could have popped his head like a grape, but Tammy loved
watching him squirm. That didn't last long though, as Travis started passing
out.

"Fuck me! This guy's like a cheap ass toy. You guys work on him. Somebody
ought to have some fun before the night's over. I'm afraid I'll break him!"

The guys laughed. "Shit Tams ... .you've almost broke him already!", KC said
and sent a half-hearted kick to Travis that sent him flying towards the parked
motorcycles.

"Don't touch our fucking bikes!", KC yelled and punched Travis in the face.
Mikey came over to kick him while Tammy and Brassy seemed to have lost
interest.

Jessie felt all the eyes on her but didn't give a damn she was going to get a
good workout today even it meant she'd spend the next two weeks locked in her
closet. A few beads of sweats formed on her forehead as she completed another
easy rep. She took a deep breath before cranking out one more picture perfect
butterfly then she let the weights slowly sink to the floor. When she sat up,
all of her rock solid resolve melted away. It wasn't just the stares. Jessie
felt like every person in the gym was judging her. No matter how hard she
tried to tell herself that she was being silly, it didn't help. She snatched
up the weights from the floor as she swung her leg over the bench and headed
for the dumbbell rack. It didn't matter that Jessie was completely misreading
the room, as she often did, the moment has passed. She walked quickly back to
the locker room and grabbed her bag from the locker then stood out in the
hallway for a moment. She didn't want to walk past all of those people again,
so she turned left and headed towards the back door. Her car was parked on the
complete opposite side of the building, but she'd gladly walk further to avoid
the stares.

She pushed the back door open and smiled when the cool air hit her slightly
sweaty skin. At least that was refreshing. Her workout hadn't been. She fished
around for her car keys when she saw something very unexpected. Looking
between rows of parked cars, Jessica saw two big guys beating up a guy on the
ground who looked like a child compared to them. Her first thought was to call
the cops, but she'd left her cellphone in the car. She had to do something
though, so she came up with the dumbest idea she'd ever had in her whole life.
She'd try to run them off.

"Hey! Stop that!"

KC turned after another punch to this jerk's face towards that loud voice
while Mikey stopped his kick midway to do the same. Neither man could believe
their eyes. A chick wearing some hideous sweats and a determined expression
was yelling at them.

"Fuck off or you're next!", Mikey yelled while trying not to laugh then he
kicked Travis again.

Jessie's cheeks turned pink when both bikers went back to beating on the
helpless guy.

"I'm ... I'm gonna call the cops!", Jessie yelled.

"Call them then!", Mikey shouted and slapped Travis across the face hard
enough to make spit fly. KC shook his head and looked back over his shoulder,
surprised that this bitch was still there in the first place. While Jessie's
mind was trying to come up with her next move, she found herself walking
towards them. She'd already taken three steps before her mind started
screaming for her to stop, which she did, but it was too late. KC and Mikey
let the unconscious Travis fall to the pavement and made a move towards Jessie
who gaze left and right as two huge men separated to walk around some parked
cars. Her mind was trying to come up with what to do, but this situation so
far outside of Jessie's experience she didn't know what to do. She was pretty
fast though and those guys probably couldn't catch her if she ran. She was
just about to bolt for the front of the gym when something else caught her eye
and derailed her entire train of thought. Tammy and Brassy stepped out from
behind the car they'd been leaning on where Jessie could see them and her
mouth fell open just like Travis' had done when he'd first seen Tammy.

Brassy was hugely muscled, but Tammy truly defied description. She was easily
more muscular than the others even though she was shorter. Jessie's pink
cheeks turned a darker shade of red as she looked at Tammy's hard earned
muscle with envy. She'd never seen a woman with such a combination of unreal
size and impressive definition. Every movement produced muscle cuts that
deepened Jessica's envy. All her life Jessie had wanted to be strong, but
Tammy radiated pure strength.

"Piss off", Brassy called to Jessie. "That guy's beating is his own, unless
you want some of his licks. Last warning."

"I'm not leaving until you stop hitting that guy!", Jessie defiantly
responded, both proud of herself and petrified. A moment later KC and Mikey
came at Jessie from two sides. They'd gotten close while Tammy had her full
concentration. Mikey dashed in from the front while KC sneaked up from behind
and wrapped his big arms around her. The look of shock and terror on Jessie's
pretty face made Tammy and Brassy laugh. KC lifted her off the ground, leaving
her to kick and flail about uselessly since her arms were trapped too.

Mikey rushed at her, his fingers curled like a monster in old horror movies,
and just like a helpless damsel in one of those movies, Jessie screamed. There
was no one to hear her who would or could help. Tammy and Brassy turned away
from this new show. It wouldn't be the first time Mikey and KC got their rocks
off on some stupid bimbo. They leaned against Travis' car discussing what to
do about a guy who owed them money.

"Let's see what you're hiding under those ugly ass sweats!", Mikey yelled
before gripping her shirt and yanking on it a bit.

"Leave me alone!", Jessie yelled and twisted within KC's grip. He tightened
his hold to compensate. His meaty biceps flexed harder than iron as he
re-established control over the woman in his arms. He was having so much fun
that he didn't even realize that it was much harder to hold this woman than it
should have been. He'd crushed grown men using half as much effort. He should
be shattering all of her ribs and breaking her arms by now, only he wasn't.
This was nowhere near his limits though so he just laughed at her struggles.

"Can't get to the titties", Mikey said since KC's arms were covering Jessie's
chest. "But I've got something even better!" He tried to put his hands down
Jessie's pants, but she pulled her knees in towards her chest like she was
doing knee raises for her abs, only she held her knees there while tears
rolled down her cheeks. She begged him to stop, but her pleas only made him
laugh more. He fumbled around with his hands, grabbing her in various places
while he leaned in and licked at her neck and face. Jessie's fear fuelled him.
After a moment, he'd had enough toying around. He took two big handfuls of her
pants and started pulling them off.

"No please!", a terrified Jessica screamed. Then in a moment of panic, she put
the soles of her pink and black sneakers against Mikey's chest and pushed him
back with all the strength she could. The huge Mikey went flying backwards
like he'd been shot from a circus cannon, only stopping when he smashed in the
side of a minivan like it had been hit by a car instead of a man.

KC had to take several steps back to keep from falling over from the recoil of
Jessie's kick. His eyes opened wide with shock. "What the hell?" He looked
down to see Jessie's now bare legs. Mikey'd taken most of Jessie's baggy
sweatpants with him when she'd kicked him so now only the elastic cuffs around
her ankles remained. Deep furrows ran between her bulging quad heads with
every muscular ridge looking like it had been carved from living marble. The
sweep of her thighs was without equal and lower down her calves were just as
magnificent, strong diamond hard and yet unflexed.

This wasn't supposed to happen. KC got fire breathing mad as he looked at her
muscled legs for a moment before looking up to see his friend fall to the
ground after hitting the minivan. "Fucking bitch!", KC growled right in
Jessie's ear and really squeezed her now. "So you think you're strong huh?",
he needled as his arms crushed her with strength that would have killed an
adult bear. Jessie wheezed as the air left her lungs and more tears flowed as
KC's muscles flexed to their full hardness, but deep down, beneath her fears
she knew the truth.

This guy's muscles were hard, way harder than those pretty boy muscle heads in
the gym and even harder than some 'powerlifters' that she'd met over years,
but his muscles weren't harder than hers. Her ribs were slowly bending beneath
his arms until she tensed her core hard, halting his progress. A tiny smile
curled up the corners of Jessie's lips as she sucked in a breath despite KC's
best efforts to prevent it. The fresh oxygen was all she needed. She balled
her hands into fists, gritted her teeth and flexed every muscle in her body as
hard as she could, hoping to force her elbows away from her sides.

KC felt the pressure on his arms increase to painful levels almost instantly,
as if he was trying to contain an explosion. He looked down to see the tops of
her trapezius muscles flexing so large that they stretched the neck of her the
formerly baggy sweatshirt. The muscle formations along her upper back looked
like horns from a mythic beast. He watched the muscles coil and twist beneath
her smooth skin as her elbows pushed away from her sides. KC arched his back
for more leverage, lifting Jessie higher off the ground and tilting her
backwards until she faced towards the sky. None of that helped. She barely
felt his new efforts. KC poured everything he had into squeezing his arms
together, but it was no use. He yelled in the instant before Jessie broke free
of his grip.

She slid down his body until her shoes hit the pavement. She lunged away from
him proving that she really was free. She could have run away, but she saw the
beat up guy lying motionless on the ground and knew that she couldn't just
leave him to his fate to save her own skin. In that moment Jessie had the most
ridiculous thought of her life. What would the Mistress do?

"She'd kick their asses!", Jessie said aloud, momentarily forgetting that
she'd never been in an actual fight in her entire life. She spun quickly
towards KC, where a backhanded slap was waiting for her. It spun her head and
entire upper body around and sent saliva flying. She stumbled backwards,
trying her best to keep from falling. KC balled his fist and stepped into a
real punch that landed right in the pit of Jessie's stomach. She flew
backwards more than twenty feet before landing on her butt and rolling over to
her side clutching her midsection. KC came for her, the soles of his boots
scuffing along the asphalt as he approached.

Jessie pushed herself up, despite the lingering pain, knowing that she
couldn't fight him from a fetal position. KC wasn't taking any chances as he
prepared to attack. He wasn't sure how this woman had broken his grasp or how
she hadn't puked out her internal organs after his punch. Either way, beating
this woman to a pulp was going to be way more fun than beating up that
worthless asshole lying near his car.

Jessie's face still felt like it was on fire and her stomach felt like she'd
been charged by a rhino. She had to remember to keep her abs tensed in case
she got hit again, but her best chance was to not get hit again at all.

KC threw punches, lefts and rights that Jessie ducked and dodged by mere
slivers. She continued to back-pedal as KC came forward, looking to take her
head off with each punch. She saw a pattern in his punches though, and
wondered if she was actually quick enough to exploit it. There was only one
way to find out. She waited for a right cross, and leaned her head back to
avoid it while bringing her right hand up at the same time. KC's knuckles
brushed against the tip of her nose and the wind from his punch made her hair
flutter, but now she had him. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist. He
tried his best to snatch his arm free, but just like with that bad guy in the
story she'd read earlier that day. This arm now belonged to Jessie. He pulled
and yanked, but there was a moment when KC's mind caught up to the situation
and he realized that this woman really was this strong, stronger than him. The
primal fear and shock on KC's face sent a sexual charge through Jessie like
she'd never felt in her life. Now she just had to figure out what to do next.
All she knew was that she didn't want to rip his arm off, probably.

Mikey pulled himself off of the smashed up car with his vision still swimming,
his back hurting, and his chest throbbing. He wasn't sure if the kick that
sent him flying hurt worse or the impact with the minivan. He shook his big
head as his vision slowly stopped spinning. He looked across the parking lot
towards where he had been before he'd been sent flying and to his surprise saw
the bitch tussling with KC. At first it looked like his buddy might go ahead
and finish her off, but something was wrong. He stood there twisting and
moving around but not going anywhere. Mikey started towards them, his first
steps were rubbery, but he gained his strength and balance quickly and picked
up speed.

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