ONCE UPON A TIME  Part 4
by demented20 - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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The Mistress was covered in blood and sweat when the captives laid eyes on her
again. They had to stifle gasps. Her muscles were as pumped as they'd ever
seen them, majestic and powerful, but those who'd been captives the longest
could see the fatigue. Even their special Mistress got tired. They saw the
tiredness at the corners of her eyes and the way her footfalls were just that
bit slower than usual. She didn't say anything, although she did seem
satisfied. That was good enough for them. They didn't stare at her naked body
though, because she hadn't given them permission to. She would have let all of
them get a good look at what happens to someone who defies her, but Eleanor's
mind wasn't on the captives anymore. She was thinking forward to the dinner
party that she had to attend.

It wasn't that she'd invited Lord and Lady Howell to her house, but
aristocracy had a habit of dropping by country manors expecting to be lodged,
fed, and entertained. Of course the Mistress was well acquainted with the
Howells since she and Lady Constance had gone to the same boarding school.

Eleanor walked through the lamp lit halls on her way to the house as naked as
the day she was born without a hint of shame or embarrassment even as the
worms came to clean up the two bodies she'd left in her Lair. They knew better
than to look in the Mistress' direction. The bravest of them didn't even dare
to look at her feet as she walked on the smooth stone ground. They cowered
against the side wall until the Mistress shadow wasn't able to be seen anymore
then continued with their buckets, mops, and rags.

The Mistress noticed them though, and she was going to need some new worms
soon. They were criminals just like the captives, but prisoners destined to be
worms weren't big enough or strong enough to give the Mistress any pleasure at
all. She broke them though, just like the captives so they'd know where they
stood inside of her Lair. They'd have the entire area cleaned in no time.

A bath was waiting in the lowest floor of her family's manor house, hot and
inviting. Sometimes she'd get a few captives to bathe her while ordering them
not to get erections, knowing how hard that was when looking at her body. This
time though, she had the maids from the house draw the bath but decided to
bathe herself. It would give her mind and her emotions time to return to
center. She'd been inside the heights of passion not that long ago and passion
tended to make Eleanor horny and when she got horny she got insistent and
pushy. And she'd rather be pleasant to her guests if she could manage it.

She took her time, getting all the gore from her afternoon's work off of her
smooth skin and luscious hair before putting on a robe, tying back her long
raven locks and heading upstairs using a back staircase on the way to her
apartments on the third floor. The maids were waiting for her. They had laid
out three outfits for her to choose from. She chose the light blue one and
they set about dressing their lady, applying the perfect makeup, not that
Eleanor needed much, and of course styling her hair. The fuss of it was almost
too much. By the time Eleanor left her apartments and headed towards the huge
house's main staircase, she was almost prepared to tell the cooks to send the
food to her personal dining room so she could eat then go to sleep. Instead
she put on a well practiced polite little smile and glided down the stairs as
if on air. She instantly saw Lord and Lady Howell along with about ten members
of their household. Then she looked to her right and a genuine smile appeared
on Eleanor's usually reserved face. "Why didn't you tell me you were traveling
from London", Eleanor exclaimed and went straight for the person sitting on
the right.

Samantha's face lit up like a ray of sunshine. She brushed some of her golden
blonde hair from her shoulder as she turned towards Eleanor. "I wanted to
surprise you", she said in her always cheery way.

"You certainly did", Eleanor said as she hugged her little sister. "You look
tremendous", she said after pulling Samantha to arm's length.

"Thank you", Samantha replied with a big smile. Eleanor turned quickly and
grinned at Lord and Lady Howell.

"It's a pleasure to see you two as well", the countess said and went to greet
the Howell's. The dinner party lasted well into the night with drinks, music,
and wonderful food, all of it organized by the household staff. Eleanor
personally showed the Howell's to their apartments on the second floor before
letting out a long breath and heading for the stairs. She stopped, leaned
against the wall and took off the very nice custom made shoes that weren't
very comfortable.

"You must really be tired", a voice called from behind her. Eleanor grinned
and waited for Samantha to catch up.

"I had a very full day."

"I heard. Albert told me some of it. So you killed a horse?", Sam asked with a
chuckle.

"Among other things", Eleanor admitted in a tone that told her sister that she
didn't want to talk about it.

"You should do something nice for yourself. I mean really nice. Not just
proving how strong you are", Sam said quickly.

"I like being strong. Overpowering really strong guys is how I relax."

"So that's why you're exhausted? You've been trying to hide it all night, but
you know you can't hide it from me or Albert."

Eleanor stopped and looked at her sister. "I was hiding it from our guests.
Not you. Besides, people count on me for justice, to keep the peace. You
remember how things got after father died."

Sam's gaze lowered and she took a breath. "Yeah I remember, and I hope you
remember that I was right by your side the whole time."

Eleanor smiled and put an arm on her sister's shoulder. "Yeah I remember." The
two didn't say anything else as they walked down the hall with Eleanor leaning
slightly against her sister. Their rooms were across the hall from each other
as they'd been for their entire lives. Whenever Sam came home she stayed in
the same suite of rooms she had as a little girl, and whenever Eleanor came to
London Sam had a room right across the hall waiting for her at all times.
People who didn't know the Mistress well wouldn't have believed that she could
be that attached to anyone, but then again, they didn't know her well. Those
same people didn't know Samantha well either.

Eleanor woke up later than usual, which wasn't good. It showed weakness or
vulnerability and she didn't like that at all. The Howells might already be
awake and they might even be eating breakfast without her, and she wondered
where Sam was. Usually her sister would barge into Eleanor's bedroom early in
the morning, sometimes before dawn, and want to take a walk in the gardens or
by the sea shore. Today though, she was nowhere to be found. Eleanor ended up
eating breakfast with the Howells in the sun room, but still there was no sign
of Sam. Then her face turned slightly red. How could she have forgotten? She
knew right where Sam was.

Down in the Mistress' Lair the captives were nervous beyond words, some of
them even cried as they looked on. They were so devoted to the Mistress that
the thought of finding another woman attractive made them sick to their
stomachs, but here was a woman who just might be as beautiful from top to
bottom as the most perfect woman in the world.

Their morning had started with the smell of food, sumptuous food. Many
stomach's growled and mouths watered. Then a strange golden haired woman in a
fancy dress had unlocked them had bid them to follow. Not a single captive
moved. Nothing happened in the Lair without orders from the Mistress, but
between the smell of the food and the stranger's friendly manner, the captives
reluctantly followed her to a large room where tables had been setup with a
full breakfast. There was bacon, eggs, sausage, coffee, and tea. The Mistress
fed her captives hearty meals to keep their strength up, but this spread was a
banquet. "Eat and enjoy", the strange woman had said graciously. The men
spread out along the tables and ate until their stomachs were full. Then she'd
allowed them to socialize for a while to let the food settle. None of them
spoke to the golden haired stranger, as she watched them and sipped tea. After
a few moments she took them to the workout room inside the Mistress' Lair,
navigating the winding tunnels like someone who knew them intimately, although
none of the captives had ever seen her. She grouped the men near an area they
knew well and stood up on the platform.

Without a word of preamble she reached behind her head and untied the laces
that bound her dress. There were gasps when she pulled her muscular arms from
the long sleeves. She grinned a little at their reactions. The dress came down
to her waist, revealing an equally toned and muscular chest and abdominal
wall. Her breasts bounced a little as she wiggled the dress over her hips. The
captives were awestruck. Her muscles were nearly the same size as the
Mistress' and her waist was perhaps a little bit smaller, giving her body an
aggressive hourglass shape. She stepped out of the dress, revealing a pair of
long strong stems. And now here they were, looking at a woman many believed
couldn't have existed. She stood there letting them take in her feminine power
before saying, "So, how many of you want to see how strong I am?"

Captives turned to face one another, their faces showing their fear and
interest. Finally one brave captive tentatively raised his hand.

"Wow, you guys are trained really well. You're not going to get into trouble.
I promise." Three more men raised their hands. She smiled and motioned for
them to join her. "Four ought to be okay for a warm up", she said.

As soon as she could, Eleanor left the Howells to entertain themselves while
she tended to business. Instead of heading to her office, where real business
did await, she went to the basement. A single door lead to the tunnels. The
tunnels going off to the left went to the active mines, which was the source
of her family's extreme wealth, while the right side tunnels lead to the
depleted mining area that Eleanor had re-purposed. She was about halfway to
the lair when she heard the ropes creaking and the metal humming under load.
She wanted to smile until she came to a big room that was usually empty and
noticed several large trestle tables set up with scraps of food left on the
plates. That made the Mistress frown instead.

By the time she entered the heart of her Lair she heard the grunts, groans,
and the laughs. Her sister always laughed. The Mistress picked up her pace.
She could smell the sweat now. She wondered how many of her captives Sam had
been through already, and then she entered the room.

Two captives strained while pressing down with all of their might and their
weight, while two more held a leg a piece. There was even one more man sitting
on her stomach. Beneath that ton of male muscle, Sam seemed to be cool as
could be. Her muscles were pumped now, looking sharp enough to cut glass, and
she wasn't even flexing yet. Then she flexed. Her blocks of her abs rose up
like islands in a sea. Her biceps rose up to mighty dual headed masses, and
her pecs ripped themselves to shreds until it looked like a thousand cables
were pulling against her breast bone. The men holding down her arms came up
off the ground. They pushed and jumped, causing Sam to have to bear down even
more. Her eyes were nearly shut and her rock hard body got harder still,
muscles piling up and veins thickening as she increased her effort. She could
have thrown off the men easily, but she had other ideas. Her teeth set on edge
and her midsection erupted in fresh definition the islands of her abdominal
wall getting peaked and striated like her biceps. Her back rose off the ground
taking the four men holding her arms and the one pressed against her chest
along for the ride.

She blew out a long breath as she lifted her upper body, keeping her legs
still. The men stopped pressing and just held on as she reached halfway. With
another push, and her arms still held straight out four men hanging from them,
Sam completed a sit up. "One", she said with a chuckle and began lowering
herself down, but stopped half way. "You two guys, come try and hold me down
up top", she told the guys holding her legs. They looked at each other then
struggled to find room to hold her down. "It's fine" she told them as their
hands hovered over her breasts, unwilling to touch them without permission.
She laid down flat until everybody was in position, then began another sit up.
Her feet didn't even come off the ground as she lifted the mass of humanity
once again. Then she curled her arms inward making most of the men holding her
arms lose their grip.

She rolled over quickly, flinging one guy towards the wall and kicked another
in the chest, sending him flying across the dirt covered wrestling pit. Now it
was just two captives holding on. She reached across her chest two the man
hanging on to her left biceps and managed to get her arm across his throat.
The other guy tried to move, but she trapped him between her knees, choking
him slowly.

The captive in her arms though had been a fair wrestler in his youth. He put
his hands on Sam's elbow and pushed up with every ounce of his strength,
pushing her arm and his chin higher until at once he tucked his chin and
slipped out of her grasp. She spun trying to get hold of him, but momentarily
forget about the man between her legs. His head hit the ground hard as she
turned over and she let him go.

"Oh my", she exclaimed and jumped to her feet. "I didn't mean to knock you
like that. Are you alright?"

"He's fine", a very familiar voice called from the back of the room. "I've
given him harder knocks than that most days for a year now."

The captives spun to face the Mistress then dropped to the ground, all of them
begging and pleading for her forgiveness, including the man who'd nearly been
knocked out. "Silence", the Mistress ordered in an even voice and the room
fell quiet, except for Sam's laughter.

"Wow, you have this batch well trained", Samantha made out.

The Mistress brows gathered a little as she looked out over her captives.
"Maybe not well enough."

"Oh cut them some slack."

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Either way, did you have your fun?"

"Umm, a little fun, but I've got an idea. You might want to put your little
captives away though."

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm going to wrestle you next." The captives gasped again. Half of
them looked at Sam expecting the Mistress' glare to make her explode. Instead
she just grinned. "These captives are plenty strong, but they weren't enough
of a challenge. Nice effort though boys, but I wouldn't want you to have
witness little sis beat up big sis."

Now the Mistress grinned. "The next time you beat me ... will be the first
time."

Sam shrugged. "I'm stronger than I've ever been, and you're just getting older
every day."

This time the Eleanor actually laughed, showing her captives a glimpse of a
part of her personality they'd never seen. She wiped the smile from her face
before starting towards the platform. The captives scurried out of her way so
she wouldn't have to step over or around any of them. To the captives this was
a seismic scale shake up of their perspectives. The idea of the Mistress being
defeated was like the sun rising in the west.

It had been a few years since they'd wrestled and the first time the two of
them had an audience since they used to train under their father's watchful
eyes. Now the two sisters circled the platform looking for an advantage. Sam
stared right in her sister's face and saw the glint in Eleanor's eyes. Sure
she liked having fun with her captives, probably a little too much, but she
liked having a real challenge even more. All at once the Mistress lunged
forward with blinding speed, but Sam was ready. She thrust her leg back for
balance as her sister slammed into her with tremendous force. Sam's legs
swelled as her sister leaned forward, pressing against her shoulders while Sam
got a grip around the Mistress' neck, her biceps flexed like boulders as she
attempted to pull her sister's head down, but the Mistress stood firm, for a
moment but then little by little, as the younger sister's muscles got bigger
and harder the Mistress' couldn't keep her posture. Sam bore down when she
felt the advantage. Sam pulled against her sister's neck with force that
rivalled the best that the muscle head Brock had been able to apply with both
hands. The Mistress grinned at the challenge of it all, since now she was
facing the only opponent who could even hope to challenge her dominance.

Just then the Mistress dropped her hips and spun. Sam pressed up and forward
like she'd been doing for the last minute but the force back was gone. She
lost her balance a moment before the Mistress whipped her arm forward sending
Sam flying across the platform. The younger sister reached towards the ground
with both hands, digging furrows in the dirt with her fingers, slowing herself
down enough to mostly land on her feet. She turned towards her sister just in
time to see---

"To see what?!?", Jessie demanded with a shriek as she turned the paper over
to see if there was anything printed on the back. "Where's the rest of it?"

"Not written yet", Travis said with a bit of satisfaction.

"But ... but you said I could read it", Jessie wined as she rolled off of her
bed still holding the incomplete story. The big T-shirt she was wearing
billowed a bit as she jumped to her feet.

"You've been begging for like three days! I got tired of saying no, so I let
you read it. I never said it was finished."

Jessie twisted her lips into an exaggerated frown. "Why are you messing with
me? You know I get all hot and bothered reading your stories. It's the power
you have over me", she said with a bit of a twinkle in her eyes. Travis looked
at his girlfriend in never ending wonder, but he didn't say anything as she
walked over towards the chair he was sitting in.

"What's the matter?", she asked in a baby voice as she sat on his lap facing
him with her legs to either side. "Does my little man need some inspiration?"

"Why Jessica, what's gotten into you?", Travis asked with a sideways grin.

"I need that story Travis, even if I have to flex my muscles hard enough to
get your brain working." Travis swallowed a lump in his throat as his mouth
went dry. Jessie looked down and chuckled as his rock hard cock brushed
against her stomach. "I can see I've got your attention." She smiled at him
and pulled her hair out of the ponytail it had been it, tossing her blonde
locks around with a shake of her head. "So where should I start first?" She
tapped a finger to her chin for a moment. "Biceps? No, too easy. Triceps? No.
Hmmm. Pecs?" Jessie could almost see the lust oozing from Travis' pores.

"Lats! That's it. Let's start with lats", she said with a smile that went away
quickly as she put her fists on her hips. She swung her elbows out, making the
big T-shirt spread like a cloak. She sucked in a big breath and began to flex.
Her entire upper body swelled bigger, but Travis could see her lats getting
wider and wider, thicker and thicker by the moment. She let out a little grunt
and the growth rate sped up. Her body shook now as she flexed harder. After
about twenty seconds, the once baggy shirt was forced to contour around her
ever expanding sinews. She finally exhaled, but kept her flex. "You like
this?", she asked while looking at Travis' face. His eyes were darting all
over her ultra ripped upper body, taking in the shape of every muscle he could
see. "Look Travis, I want that story finished tonight."

"I ... I mean ... I'll try", he uttered.

"No trying, Travis. Look we'll make a deal. I split this shirt in half with
just my lats ... well maybe some chest in there too, but anyway, I split this
huge shirt in half without using my hands and you finish that story tonight.
Deal?"

Travis looked at the shirt and at how hard she'd had to flex to expand her
back to more than twice its normal width. "I mean ... I'm not sure, and I
wouldn't want you to hurt yourself trying to do that. I'll finish the story
eventually."

"Tonight!", Jessie demanded even though her lips were slightly turned up in
mischief. "Deal, or I won't flex for you for ... for a week. No! Two weeks!"

"Wait you're changing the deal!"

"No I'm not. And wait! So we have a deal!"

"Jessie! I didn't say we ... " It was too late. She sucked in a huge breath,
swelling her chest until her nipples looked ready to poke through the cotton.
Then she started flexing her lats again. Her face turned bright red and veins
shot across her forehead. Her bare forearms were covered with wiggling snake
like veins and arteries as she flexed her body extra hard. The chair vibrated
as her muscle seemed to burst with power. Her eyes looked like she was
starting a million miles away as she duck deep and forced her muscles to get
bigger, despite the pain despite the effort. She let out a little shriek when
the first little rip appeared in the neckline. Finally with one more ultra
powerful push, the shirt ripped down the front, revealing Jessie's nakedness
from the waist up. In that moment Travis' body was racked with a minute long
orgasm.

"Amazing", he uttered as he fought to catch his breath.

"I know I am", an out of breath Jessie told him and slapped her hand against
his chest. "Tonight", she reminded him as she stood up while pulling the two
halves of the night shirt off, revealing the utter madness of her definition.

"Can I take a shower first?", he asked after looking down at his pants. Jessie
just laughed and headed down the hall.

Way on the other side of town, Tammy finished her fifth hotdog at the gang's
favorite joint, a crusty place that always seemed to have half of its light
bulbs blown out. The regulars in there knew it was strange to see Tammy
without Brassy nearby. They'd been inseparable for years, but after her latest
stint in jail something had changed inside Tammy and she wasn't sure what.
Brassy was the same jerk that she'd loved in her own way, but now that seemed
not to be enough. The group had been super salty about being bested by that
fucking blonde bitch several months back, but they seemed to have moved past
it. Tammy hadn't. She thought about that blonde's muscles at least once a day,
usually more than once a day. Sometimes the memory of seeing that bitch flex
up muscles like Tammy had never seen infuriated her, but most of the time
thinking back to seeing those muscles and feeling that strength made Tammy as
horny as a lioness in heat. Unfortunately this was one of the former types of
days. Tammy's anger was boiling just below the surface and had been for hours.

She thought back over her life about how she'd used her strength and unnatural
muscles for years mostly amuse herself. All her life she'd never been bested
in a test of strength, by anybody. Back in high school the strongest guy on
the football team had challenged her, and she'd benched pressed more than he
did, benched, squatted, and cleaned. She'd actually started dating Brassy
after winning money off of him in a test of strength. He'd lifted the front
end of a sedan then said he'd pay a thousand bucks to anybody who could do the
same. Tammy had been a little short of cash that day, so she'd stepped to the
front of the crowd. There'd been oohs and ahhs when she'd taken her jacket
off, revealing arms more muscular than anybody else's around. Lats so thick
that they were more muscular than some men's legs. Her shoulders had been just
as wide as Brassy's although he was more than a foot taller than she was.
She'd lifted the front of the sedan with one arm, curling the car from the
bumper slowly, so everybody could see her amazing biceps expand and expand as
the frame of the car popped and creaked. She'd won her money by getting the
bumper up to her chin, but she went further. She swung her body beneath the
tipped up sedan, grabbed a cross member on the chassis and lifted the whole
car off of the ground. No witness there would ever forget that feat. Brassy
had been devoted to her ever since.

She'd even taught him how to get stronger over the years. He was more than
twice as strong as he'd been the day they met, for all the good it did any of
them. Her brow gathered and furrows formed along her brow as her thoughts went
back to that blonde yet again, increasing her anger to another level. Almost
as if from an answered prayer, three members of a somewhat rival biker gang
walked in to the place.

"Beers!", the rival bikers yelled to the bartender who instantly headed
towards the cooler. "And make 'em fuckin cold this time!" They laughed when
the bartender got a bit nervous at their demeanor. He was used to badass
bikers, but these guys had a reputation for being unreasonable.

"Don't serve 'em shit", Tammy said from her table. The bartender looked up,
instantly knowing who'd said that. He backed up from the cooler and looked at
the bikers before turning back to Tammy. He'd taken her side and hoped she'd
keep him from getting his ass kicked, but the other bikers forgot about the
bartender and started towards Tammy. They walked towards her as she leaned
over the table and bit into another hot dog. Her back was as wide as two men,
and her hulking muscles were evident even beneath the new leather vest that
she'd gotten to replace the one she'd destroyed during her bout with that
blonde bitch.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?", the leader of the rival crew challenged
as he and his two buddies approached Tammy's table. She downed the last half
bottle of beer in one pull then stood up to face them. The men hesitated. From
behind in the dim light it was hard to see, but now the enormity of Tammy was
impossible to miss. What had looked like baggy sleeves in the dim light were
revealed to be two of the biggest most muscular arms any of them had ever
seen. Her muscles looked constantly flexed with hard fibrous shapes undulating
beneath her tatted up skin. The veins running along the armored walls of her
pectoral muscles looked angry and her shoulders looked like fired cannon
balls. Tammy's big dense abdominal wall showed through the worn flannel shirt
she had on each time she breathed, and her gaze was as hard as her muscles,
maybe harder.

The three men knew instantly that they'd bitten off way more than they could
chew, but for a bunch of stupid reasons, including manly pride, the leader
took a swing at Tammy's head. She didn't duck or even try to move out of the
way. Her arm moved quickly and she got her hand up in time for his fist to
slam right into her palm. She closed her fingers around his knuckles, binding
it to her will as if that hand now belong to her. He tried to pull free,
tugging with his whole body but Tammy's arm didn't even wiggle. Another guy
threw a punch towards her head, but she was ready, catching his punch just
like the leader. The third guy didn't have a clear angle to send a blow
towards Tammy's head, not with his buddies in the way, so he took aim at the
biggest target available, Tammy's stomach. He wound up and let loose a really
hard punch, that shattered his hand against her unflexed abs. He screamed and
hopped backwards cradling his hand. Tammy laughed. "You guys are barely worth
the effort", she told them then squeezed, breaking two more hands. The beating
didn't stop there. She punched and kicked and tossed the three bikers around
for a couple of minutes, leaving them bloodly and beaten, but she wasn't
satisfied. She was pretty sure they had something that would give her muscles
more of a challenge.

She grabbed the men by their vests as they lay on the floor and started
dragging them towards the door. The other patrons in the bar and the bartender
followed her as she dragged the helpless men outside into the night. Each man
begged for mercy, but Tammy was already finished with them. She just wanted to
see their bikes. She quickly saw the three motorcycles these clowns had ridden
there parked beneath the only light in the parking lot. "Nice bikes", she told
the beaten men and let go of their vests. They whimpered but didn't have the
courage to beg as she sauntered towards the motorcycles.

"I bet they cost a fortune", she said as she stepped over the nearest
motorcycle and tested the fit. "Seat's comfortable. The bars are a little far
away for me, but I can fix that." She leaned forward, stretching out her arms
so she could get a good grip on the bend of the handlebars. Then she simply
leaned back, taking the steel bars with her. She glanced over her shoulder at
the reaction of the bike's owner. He wanted to stop her, to beat her up, but
all he could do was sit there in horror because he knew she wasn't going to
stop there. She bent the bars until she sat comfortably. "That's a little
better, but the profile's too wide. It's like sittin on a damned horse", she
declared. Nobody knew what she had in mind until they heard the TICK TICK TICK
of bending metal.

"OH FUCK!", one of the bar customers exclaimed as he noticed Tammy's legs
growing bigger and bigger and bigger as she flexed her quads, aductors, and
glutes, compressing the backbone of the motorcycle. The motor shifted beneath
her as the mounts were misshapen. Oil started to leak and the entire
motorcycle started to sag in the middle. The owner was near tears when Tammy
finally stepped off of his once nice bike. It toppled over and she gave the
now useless bike a kick to move it out of her way. She bent down and looked at
the neck bike which had intricate carvings on the engine covers and seat. She
snatched the seat off with ease. "I think I'll keep this", she told this
bike's owner. "I hope you don't mind."

"You.. you ... can have it. I'll tell you who made it, but please don't
destroy my baby", the man begged.

Tammy looked at him and grinned. "Okay", she said to everyone surprise then
went to the next bike, the gaudiest of the group. It had chrome and ground
effect lights and big speakers on it. She was instantly disgusted. No self
respecting biker could have a ride like this. She didn't even have anything to
say about it. She just hated it, so she gripped on either side of the engine
and lifted the big motorcycle off of the ground. Her always hard looking
muscles didn't even seem to flex much when she lifted the near half ton of
steel. Nobody knew what she was planning to do as she stood there for a moment
before she took a deep breath. The people from the bar behind her ooohed when
she saw her back muscles really flex. They didn't know what she was doing
though, all they saw was her back muscles getting thicker and thicker until
the saw the wheels of the ugly motorcycles getting further apart.

She looked over her shoulder to see the looks on the faces behind her. The
wave of powerful lust that went through her made Tammy forget all about her
anger. This wasn't about that blonde bitch. This was about her and her own
strength, and the power she had over others. She saw several guys stroking
their cocks their pants while others put their hands down the waistbands. The
women too were rubbing themselves passionately as Tammy's muscles and power
took them over.

"Take those cocks out", she ordered the people behind her and spun with the
elongated motorcycle so she could get a good look. Some hesitated but others
knew better and instantly unzipped their pants, pleasuring themselves where
she could see. "Any man who doesn't cum is going to be next", she declared and
bore down on her efforts.

She huffed and looked down to see her triceps blooming bigger as she pressed
her hands in opposite directions. The steel stretched like taffy, getting
thinner as Tammy's massive shoulders and arms overpowered it. Steel wasn't
taffy though. When her arms about half straight, the chassis snapped in two.
Several men shot their loads as soon as the motorcycle broke, and two of the
women dropped to their knees in orgasm.

Tammy laughed and threw the two halves of motorcycle to the ground. She wasn't
done though. She snatched the V twin motor from the wreckage and clutched it
close to her chest, crossing her arms across the far side. Then her body
swelled again, inflating like muscle was being pumped in. The engine block
looked unfazed by the serious muscle display until with a grunt of effort and
sudden burst of strength the engine block cracked. The holdouts looking on had
the orgasm of their lives and Tammy hadn't even touched them. Tammy dropped
the shiny broken pieces on the ground then picked up the seat she'd been
'given'. She stepped past the bike she'd spared and winked at the owner before
heading to her own motorcycle. She laughed as she started its engine. She
hadn't spared that one bike out of kindness. She wondered just how jealous
that guy's two buddies would get when he'd be able to ride home, as soon as he
fitted a new seat.

Tammy motored back to her pad slowly, cruising more than traveling. She
watched with a little excitement as people stared at her muscles as she sat at
a red light. Just squeezing the brakes or clutch made bulges appear along her
forearms and her triceps looked to be in a perpetual state of hardness, even
though they were relaxed. She always got an extra kick when she witnessed the
moment they realized that they were looking at a woman. She'd smirk then rev
the engine and speed off on her big hog. She pulled down the driveway, past
the trashcans full of beer bottles, past the overturned beat up cars, and
finally to the clubhouse where she and the rest of the bikers crashed at
night. Tammy had stopped saying she lived there because she wasn't sure that's
what she was doing, but Tammy had never been the deepest thinker so she shut
off her bike and went inside to join a party that had started while she'd been
gone.

Jessie had read Travis' finished, but unnamed, story three times before
getting to work the next morning. It was so great. The ending was awesome with
a tremendous wrestling match, and great muscle show and strength on both
sides. Sam was nearly the Mistress' equal in everything. The two sisters
forget that the captives were even their after pitting their strength and
skill against each other, but brilliantly, Travis had switched to the
perspective of a captive for the last bit of the story. The unnamed man saw
the Mistress commit her full strength for the first time. He watched her
muscles getting bigger and harder and more ripped than ever, making his
muscles seem like gelatin in comparison. She was stronger than even the
captives could fathom, but Sam could. She withstood an assault from her sister
that would have turned ten captives into hamburger, and she pressed her sister
back until the rocks at their feet began to crumble, but finally in the end
the Mistress had triumphed, just barely. Instead of forcing Sam all the way to
the ground in final defeat, she'd hugged her instead. It made Jessie's heart
swoon just to think about it as she got to her work area.

Her mind started to wander when she started working on a computer more boring
than Travis'. She knew the character Sam was inspired by her even if none of
Travis' readers would know that she was based on a real person, but Travis
wasn't defined by his stories in her mind, not anymore at least. He was the
guy who was slowly and very carefully drawing Jessie out of her shell and into
the real world. He'd taken her to a concert to see her favorite band out of
the blue. She knew that they were coming to town, but she didn't think she had
the courage to actually brave the crowds to go see them. When Travis told her
that he had gotten tickets for them, a switch had flipped in her mind and she
became determined not only to go, but to enjoy herself. She'd even decided to
dress appropriately, picking out a short white dress with cutouts along both
sides. In truth that dress was probably two sizes too small which was why it
stretched over her body like a second skin, showing off every muscled curve of
her sexy body. Every eye had turned towards Jessie as she'd walked by. She
could feel the attention like daggers inside her brain, but she'd leaned on
Travis and had gotten through the gauntlet of lustful and envious stares.

She let out a sigh. Travis had given her so much, and she wanted to give him
something special. A crazy thought popped into her head and she immediately
dismissed it, but then she paused for a moment before pulling that thought out
of her mental dustbin. "It's crazy but he's worth it", she said aloud and
started plotting. It would be the first plot of her life, she just hopped it
would work out.

"No, I'll be over a little later", she told Travis over the phone a few days
later. "Yes, I'll be there before the food gets cold." She hoped she wasn't
lying. She ended the call and got off at the appropriate interstate exit.
Until the week before she'd never spent much time in this part of town, but so
far it was looking promising. Lots of old warehouses and small factories lined
the streets, with disused railroad lines crisscrossing all over the place.
Jessie leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the addresses, but it
ended up not being a problem when she saw the big red and white sign hanging
on the chain-link fence.

Mark Pontman was trying to build his reputation within the real estate
community so meeting a client in the late afternoon had sounded like a good
idea on the phone. Now though, sitting in his car trying to figure out what
new game to download onto his phone, this idea was getting worse and worse.
Finally, he saw a pink Mini Cooper pull into the gravel parking lot. He let
out a sigh of relief and reached for the door handle, all while putting his
game face on. It was time to make some money.

He had a big genuine looking smile on his face as he saw driver of the Mini.
The door opened and Mark saw the most perfectly fit girl leg swing out. He
watched her left calf muscle tense as it took up its share of her weight,
followed quickly by her quad. The other leg came into view almost as if to
confirm that the first leg wasn't a mirage. She stood up and Mark got to see
her whole body. She was nowhere near the biggest muscle woman he'd ever seen,
but he'd never seen a body like hers. Her shapely muscles looked like they'd
been created with brush strokes of a master artist rather than in a gym with
weights. Her body almost looked unreal with its sweeping taper and perfect
musculature, then his eyes finally made it to her face. She swept some hair
out of her face before closing the door and starting towards him. She was
beautiful. There was no other word to describe her. In his mind she moved in
slow motion, like in one of those ads on television, like she was a model or
something. Only Mark had never see a model who had this lady's combination of
assets. His smile faltered as she came closer. His brain kept looking for a
single flaw but it couldn't find one. Then she extended her hand.

"Thanks for meeting me. I know its later than usual.", Jessie said and
extended her hand. She hoped this guy couldn't tell her heart was racing, but
her heart rate was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.

"It's no problem at all", Mark's brain replied out of reflex. He pulled
himself together quickly and smiled. He did look away from her though and at
the building. "Let me.. umm ... let me show you around."

"It's perfect", Jessie said thirty minutes later. She'd asked lots of
questions and Mark had an answer for each one. She really only needed to know
about privacy and rates, but had asked the rest of the questions so she
wouldn't be suspicious in his mind. Then one more question jumped into her
mind. "Is that a gantry crane track up there?", she asked while pointing near
the ceiling.

"Good eye", Mark said. "They assembled rail cars in here at one point. That
old track used to hold a thirty ton crane." He wondered why Jessie's face
broke out in a really broad smile.

"Now its better than perfect. I want to take the short term lease option and
then I'll see if I want to buy the place."

"Sounds great. Come to the office in the next day or so and I'll have the
paperwork ready."

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