SCARLETT: BEGINNINGS
by DTM
A Helpless Housewife Becomes Helpless No More


It was 6pm on a Friday evening, and housewife Helen Grant was putting the
finishing touches on another perfectly prepared meal, completing a day similar
to any other for her, which consisted of making beds, dusting furniture,
vacuuming floors, and overall being the picture perfect wife to her husband,
Dr. Micheal Grant. Michael was a brilliant scientist who made an excellent
living, giving his family a very comfortable lifestyle, working for the
government - which was all Helen knew, Top Secret and all, something she didnt
mind in the least. She was more than content to keep her family life and his
professional life separate, especially since that day, alittle over 2 years
ago, that she happened to stumble onto some of her husbands work papers while
cleaning his den, something that incurred his wrath unlike any she had ever
seen before. Ever since then Helen was more than sure to enter that room, for
any reason, only when absolutely necessary, and if she did to make sure that
Nothing was moved even a hair out of place. Something which she had hoped
would ensure that such intimidating and verbally abusive behavior onto her
never happened again......unfortunately, this was the case at all.

As the months went on, and the demands and stress from her husbands profession
grew more and more extreme, his anger levels increased to match, and his
tolerance for his wife grew even thinner to non-existent. He would pick fights
with her for practically no reason at all, arguments that were routinely
one-sided, each one increasing in intensity over the last. Yelling turned to
shoving, shoving turned to slapping, slapping turned to beating, and there was
absolutely nothing Helens 5' 3" frame could do to prevent her husbands much
larger, 6' tall frame from doing anything he wanted to her in return. The
worst part to her was that she never deserved such treatment in the least (not
that anyone could really), as she was a good wife, a good mother (to a young
daughter), and an overall good person; who at this point, in her now 37th year
of life, never knew when her husband would come home in a foul mood, and take
it all out on her. Something she learned to cope with due to all of her
experience with it, while at the same time wishing he would hit her just a bit
too hard one day, and put her out of her untold fear and misery, forever.

Though in the meantime she handled her chores as she always did, doing the
best that she could to look after her family as always, preparing a hot meal
for her husbands return from work so that they may enjoy a quiet, relaxing
dinner for two. Their daughter currently being away at her first year of
college, not wanting to leave her Mother alone (as at 18 years old she knew
full well the treatment her Father laid on to her), though Helen insisted she
needed to do so, not wanting her to waste a huge opportunity for a great
education (having her Fathers brains that she did), by staying home to look
after her. Even so, in some small part of Helens mind, she wished her daughter
was still around, as it seemed that her husbands beatings of her were far more
frequent (and even more brutal) during just the 2 months they had been alone,
than at any time in their history before.......tonight being no exception.

Her husband, Dr. Michael Grant, brilliant scientist and doctor, returned home
late from another hard day at work, with a grumble in his tone and a slamming
of the door. Helen as always greeted him like the dutiful wife that she was,
though as happened only too often in recent years, more and more as time went
on, she was met in return with only attitude, aggression and abuse. First it
was why was the house such a mess (something that couldnt be further from the
truth, as it was only his own recently dropped equipment that made this home
even remotely untidy), then it was dinner why was so cold (not a surprise,
being that he was over an hour late than when he originally told her he would
be home), finally ending with why didnt she look nice for him when she greeted
him at the door (which was hardly the truth, as while she certainly wasnt the
20 year old college girl he first met so many years ago, she was hardly an
unattractive woman, something her flowing red hair and glowing green eyes
helped to extenuate). It was hardly a rarity when this world class genius,
though ever bitter and selfish bastard, that he was would treat his kind
hearted wife Helen with such foul-mouthed venom (with physicality to match),
though this night he seemed to be extra vicious, yelling extra loud, hitting
extra hard.

Yes, the 2 years of verbal and physical abuse from her husband had finally
taken its toll on poor Helen Grant, who at this stage could only take all that
he had in the hopes that one "lucky" strike would end her suffering for good.
Though unfortunately for her (or was it?) Michael Grant knew her limits all
too well, and stopped his harsh assault on his diminutive wife just short of
knocking her unconscious, something he had done time and again himself.
Growling through gritted teeth at her inability to please him, in any way,
shape or form, as he made his way off and up the main staircase, huffing and
hollering at her barely awake form as he did. Leaving his wife in a crumbled
heap from yet another harsh physical punishment at his hands.

Too much, it was just too much for this battered, beaten, broken and utterly
defeated housewife, who simply could do no right in her husbands eyes, and who
only after 15 minutes of laying on the floor where he left her did she have
the strength (of body and will) to rise up and stumble into the nearby
bathroom; to which she locked its door, pulled her knees into her chest in a
protective fetal position, and sobbed her eyes red. When would it end, when
would her torment be over, were such thoughts that filled her mind here and
now, the only thing giving her even a glimmering of hope was the thought that
he might one day kill her and be done with it all. Though she knew that would
never be, as her husband was as cunning as he was brilliant, and he would
always know when to stop, when she had reached her limits, when one final hit
might just end her suffering, a strike he would not allow himself to make. No,
if anything like that was to be done, it was clear to her now that it would
never be at her husbands more than capable hands.........

.......so she did the only thing she could, she knew that if this was ever
going to be over, it would have to be her that does the deed. So she began to
rise up from the cold, tiled bathroom floor, in an effort to see what was
inside the medicine cabinet behind the main mirror within this room, when she
noticed her husbands work-bag laying on the floor not too far away from her.
If she was going to go out, she might as well have done so with a Bang, and
what better way than to mess with any of the materials he had within. So with
all of her remaining strength, Helen flipped open the nearby case, dumping all
of its contents on the ground around her, ripping and tearing and mangling
every piece of paper, every document, everything that looked remotely
important, crying her eyes out with despair and heartache with each and every
step. It was only when her thin, delicate arms ran out of what little strength
they had left did she stop, and get herself ready for her next, and final,
task.

Though instead of reaching up for a random assortment of pills and other
medications she planned to consume, and drift off into forever sleep by this
truly desperate act, she grabbed onto a vial of odd looking liquid that had
fallen out of her husbands bag. 500 Doses read on its side, along with other
scientific and medical names she wasnt familiar with, though if this little
bottle held 500 doses of anything, she knew full well that it was more than
enough to end the life of her 120 pound suffering form. So with a sign of the
cross from her hands, the words Forgive Me spoken out softly from her
quivering lips (directed to a daughter she would never see again), she drank
down this horrible tasting liquid, each and every drop, until it was as empty
as her heart and soul now were. Her feelings were of only regret, sadness,
darkness and finally, PAIN!

Pain and Agony like she had never felt in her entire life. A physical
suffering that made even her husbands worst beatings seem tame by comparison.
It was as if every single cell, every atom, every fiber of her being was on
fire, burning with a heat that made her feel worse than she could have ever
imagined. Screams and cries of untold agony could be heard all over this
spacious, well kept, home, something that quickly alerted the attention of her
husband, who ran downstairs to see just what was happening. A locked bathroom
door, the sounds of his wife flailing around on the floor inside, crying and
screaming in pain as she was, a malicious grin forming across his evil face at
what was surely happening within.

"So, you Finally got the courage to do it, eh Helen! You finally figured out
that the only way to end your suffering at my hands, the only way you would
Ever escape me, was to end your own life! Well good riddance to you, you
stupid fucking bitch! You never did anything for me, not in any way, not in a
very long time!" the joyfully enraged man screamed out, listening to the
sounds of suffering from his wife on the other end of this hard, wooden door.
Knowing that in a matter of moments her life with be over (something he would
medically assist her with even if this first attempt was unsuccessful), and
that he would be free from her constant nagging, her never ending whining, and
her all too familiar crying. Yes, he would finally be free from his old life,
ready to start another one anew, just as soon as he.............

KA-BOOM!, came an earth-shattering sound, as the bathroom door that kept apart
Helen Grant and her pitiful excuse for a husband blew off of its hinges, with
such force that one would have thought a bomb exploded on its other side.
Sending it flying out with such speed that it surely would have broken Micheal
Grant to pieces and ended his very life had he been within its path.........an
Omen of what was to come for this much deserving man, couldnt be more clear.

There, standing in the wake of a heavy wooden door, standing before him like
he had never seen (or even imagined her as) before, was his wife of almost 20
years, Helen Grant.......or so he believed. Her former 5' 3" frame was now
practically level to his own 6 foot tall body. Her physique (though still
quite covered within her formerly worn sun-dress) held a look of being
amazingly fit and powerful looking, with her once pale skin now a glowing
golden tan, which showed off each and every new curve and ounce of shape to an
unreal degree.

Her statuesque form was now perfectly shaped, sexually sculpted, muscularly
curved, from the hardness of her diamond cut calves to the tops of her broad,
shapely shoulders. Her one time loose and unflattering blue floral outfit was
now having its material pushed to its limits. Stretched out to its fullest,
hugging Helens voluptuously muscular form like a second skin, making her look
like a Grade-A movie starlet hitting the town in a sexily worn mini-dress,
over the Plain Jane frock it was originally on her. Slight rips and tears
appeared all over its once sturdy cloth fabric, as this womans newfound
muscles forcefully pushed their way on through, especially around her thick,
lusciously shaped thighs, broad V-shape back and shoulders (tapering into a
steel tight and trim waist), muscle packed D-cup breasts, and now thick and
powerful 14" (unflexed) biceps. A truer definition of a strong, powerful
Amazon woman had never before walked on the face of this Earth.

In addition to a new, vastly improved, body, her 37 year old face now looked
incredibly younger, not much moreso now than that of their 18 year old
daughter (and impossibly enough, even more attractive); which was framed by a
now more primal and animalistically styled red hair that looked more like wild
fire than her previously worn and conservatively worn locks. She now stood
before him with a youthful glow about her, brimming with authority and
confidence, pulsing with power much moreso than even her now buffed and pumped
up physique would suggest. How could this be, what medicines could she
possibly have taken to cause this kind of a reaction with her?? Then, with a
quick glance down to his work-bags full of materials littered about the floor
behind her, and an empty vial marked 500 Doses laying within its mess of
papers, this brilliant (yet currently shocked and scared out of his mind)
scientist, was now putting 2 and 2 together.

"Thats.......thats not possible......you couldnt have drank it all......and
still be alive.....that, thats just not....."

"Oh, its possible "Honey", and let me tell you, Ive never felt so Alive in my
entire life!" roared out the once meak, now muscularly mighty, woman before
him. "My God, do I feel good! I dont know what you had in there "Lover", but
its definitely made a new woman out of me" she confidently continued out, as
she looked over her now Amazonian level physique, ripping away her now tight
fitting attire with amazing ease, which enabled her to see every inch of her
rock solid, steel hard, lusciously shaped frame. In an initial test of her
newfound strength, she casually ripped the screwed on metal towel rack from
the nearby wall of the bathroom she was still partially inside, and proceeded
to bend it into a pretzel, with even more ease as if it truly was one. Then,
she began to punch her fist clean through its white tiled walls, creating a
series of large holes with each and every powerful strike, none of which
seemed to cause her any pain or even any exertion at all. She had power beyond
reason here and now, power to allow her to stand up for herself, power to make
sure that no one could ever hurt her again........power to make those that did
hurt her pay, and pay very dearly at that.

"Mmmmmm, so, what do you think "Baby", do you like what you see?" Helen
seductively spoke out, as she erotically danced and moved her body around,
showing off not only her incredible new physique, but her seemingly increased
sex appeal, confidence and erotically charged attitude as well. "You always
wished I was a bit taller, how does it feel to have me now that Im nearly the
same height as you are? You always wanted a woman with bigger breasts, longer
legs, a tighter, leaner, fitter body. Well "Tiger", what do you think of me
now!!" she growled out, as she placed a single hand on either side of the
door-frame she was still standing within, and began to push outward, using her
now superhuman strength to crack and break wide a whole new opening,
shattering the surrounding wood, tile and plaster as if they were nothing but
twigs. "I can tell you what I think about you now.......or better yet, at long
last, I can show you! Time To Play, "Darling". Heh heh heh" the fiery
supergirl spoke with a sinister tone, as she made her way over to her
currently dumbstruck husband, with the intent of showing him the error of his
extremely abusive ways - over and over and over again.

Dr. Michael Grant, world class doctor and scientist, one of the smartest minds
behind the Top Secret Hercules Project at one of this countrys best Defense
Contract organizations, was now about feel first hand the fruits of his years
hard labor, in addition to untold payback for years of physical, mental and
emotional abuse. Something he could do absolutely nothing about, something he
was completely helpless to stop, as his one time superior physical strength
was now less than that of a baby next to his now dominanting, vengeful,
enraged Amazonian wife; who even using her restraint in her handling of his
sorely over-matched form (due solely to her wanting his pain and suffering to
Last as much as possible over any actual concern for his overall well-being)
was more than enough to overpower him with untold ease. Something which was
seen on her now gorgeous young face, which displayed about as much effort in
his mangling, beating and ultimate destruction as if she was hanging clothes
up on a line, as well as from her vicious laughter at each and every broken
bone, torn muscle and ripped tendon that her merciless superpowered body
created.

Try as he might, Michael Grant could not escape, as any door he managed to
lock himself behind (something Helen allowed him to do, as it gave her
something to further use her unreal power on, as well as increasing the level
of fear and hopelessness in her once bullying tyrant husband) was either
smashed to pieces, ripped off its hinges, or walked right on through as it if
wasnt even there by this amazingly Amazonian avenger. His own physical form
served him now better, as whether it was being thrown across the room like a
rubber ball (smashing his body Hard into the opposite ends walls), or being
twisted, turned and overall mangled into any position she wished (whether his
body bent that way or not), or simply being enveloped by her utterly
unstoppable female muscle (in a various assortment of almost instinctive
wrestling movies, from backbreakers to bearhugs to leg scissors and pec
crushes), Helens new body allowed her to take her revenge on her much
deserving husband, in any way she could imagine, for as long as she could
possibly want.......or so she wished, as with even as much of her massive
power that she was holding back on his weak, pitiful form just now (though
still using more than enough to destroy him completely), his body could only
hold out so long against such a powerfully punishing attack, something his
crumbled form, bleeding face, and failing cries for forgiveness could more
than attest to. Something which was more than clear from Helen, who was
towering above his barely living form, like an Amazon Warrior looming over her
fallen and utterly defeated male victim. So she did the only thing she could
after this hours long demolition session, and ended it, with a Bang!

"Awwwww, is Daddy now too weak to play with Mommas big, hard, sexy muscles? Is
Momma hurting Daddy too much with her big, thick body? Breaking too many
bones, crushing too many bodyparts, snapping too many muscles, HA if you can
call those muscles. These are muscles, you abusive little Fuck! Take a look at
these babies" the angry musclegirl yelled out, as proceeded to flex and harden
her already large and rock solid frame, causing her biceps to swell, her
thighs to expand, and her pecs to bounce and move around with furious
excitement. The shoe was definitely on the other foot in this one-sided
marital Abuse Of Power, something Helens wicked smiles and cruel laughter let
her poor excuse for a husband know she was loving to no end. "And to think I
used to be afraid of you, scared at what you would do to me when you came back
from work each day, when all I waited was to give you a hug and welcome you
back home.......Awwww, is that all you want now, a big hug from your little
wife? Well then, open wide "Baby", because here I come" she teased out, as she
effortlessly lifted his crumbled form up from the ground in which it lay,
wrapped her now 15" arms around what was left of his torso, and slowly, ever
so slowly, ever so easily, began to Squeeze.

"How does it feel to know that your weak, defenseless little wife is causing
you so much pain, tearing you apart with so little effort, ending your sorry
excuse for a life, right here, right now?" CRUSH! "How does it make you feel
knowing that if you treated me well, with the same love and emotion that I
tried so hard to show you, that this body of mine could be used for your
pleasure, in ways like you couldnt possibly imagine?" CRUSH!! "How does it
feel to have your bones bending and breaking all about you, your last
remaining breaths pushed out from your lungs, your last moments on this Earth
just seconds away, all at the hands of your helpless, little punching bag!!"
CRUSH!!! "Huh? How Does It Feel, You Fucking Bastard!!" CRUSH!!!! Helen yelled
out with such anger, such venom, such rage, that she could contain her bodys
full power no longer, which caused the once proud and confident Dr. Michael
Grant to be literally crushed to death in a mass of bone and flesh and muscle,
all at the hands of his now re-born to superhuman perfection wife.

"My God, what a rush!!" was all Helen could think about at this point, as her
body filled with delights the which she had never experienced before. Not
remorse, or guilt, or sorrow for her just ending her husbands life, as he was
now a truly miserable and abusive bastard, who probably would have killed her
one day if things would have continued to proceed as they were. No, this
one-time frail and weak housewife transformed into a statuesque, muscularly
curved Amazon woman was not upset in the least by what she had just done; if
anything, it had turned her on unlike anything she had ever felt before in her
life. Her body flowing with a nearly uncontrollable urge to do so again and
again, continuing the coursing of such pleasures throughout her naked,
sweating and truly pumped up frame. Though unfortunately her husband was no
longer an unwilling participant in her now almost orgasmic murdering
experiences, which may have turned off anyone else about continuing this new
form of erotic excitement, but not Helen. Her determination and lust for using
her rock hard muscles was now nearly as strong as her very muscles themselves.

So with a gleam in her glowing green eyes, she thought up a plan to dispose of
her husbands crushed and utterly life-less form, making it look like he never
came home this night, and by tomorrow morning she would act the worried,
concerned wife, fearful about her husbands whereabouts, pleading with the
authorities to find her "love" and bring him back safely; knowing full well
herself that she would never see his worthless face again.....something that
truly pleased her to no end.

Ah, but what about her new fit and muscular (not to mention 7 inches taller)
physique, surely if investigations would take place about her husbands
disappearance they would notice such a change in her own overall physical
appearance. Though just then, almost as if done by some subconscious mental
command, Helens power packed, muscle fueled physique shrunk back down and
returned her to her normal housewifes body (though just a bit fitter than it
was before her first ever transformation) Perfect!, not only was she now a
nearly 6 foot tall Amazonian Goddess, but when she needed to, and only when
she needed to (as she Loved being in her new body), she could mentally return
to her former self (a form she didnt particular enjoy, as it reminded her of
her years long abuse at the hands of her now rightfully executed husband).
Still, she certainly realized the need to keep up appearances, for the time
being anyway, especially for the immediate future, until the authorities
looking into her missing husband was at an end. Though that didnt mean for one
second that her desires for further muscle crushing, body bending, physical
strength displaying, and overall male dominating were to be ignored, quite the
contrary in fact.

Starting almost immediately, Helen resumed her sex/power crazed adventures,
doing so at night, in the cover of darkness, leaving her daytime hours at home
to entertain the now clear presence of the police checking on the whereabouts
of the now officially missing Dr. Michael Grant. During such time she would
put on her act of panic and despair, praying that her darling love would
return to her, playing the part of the frightened housewife, something that
when this investigation was over, she would Never Do Again. Still it wasnt so
bad, as such time allowed her opportunities to go shopping (now that she was
solely responsible for their entire families more than considerable financial
wealth, she had plenty of money to spend), which was usually for an entire new
set of clothes and outfits, something more befitting the gorgeously powerful
supergirl she now was, over the semi-frumpish wife and mother she used to be.
Outfits with a very particular reason as well, ones that she would use during
her nighttime hours, when the Real Fun Began.

The appearance of a new utterly striking, insanely beautiful, buff young
hardbody parading herself around the various biker bars, dark alleys, and
overall tough and dangerous areas, dressed in outfits that hugged her
lusciously shaped form like a second skin, with always more than enough areas
to show off her exposed hard, sexy, female muscle flesh. Though while such an
event would usually end up being real trouble for such a young woman (Helen
looking only in her low 20s in this form), parading herself around wearing
barely-there outfits in such rough, tough and downright dangerous areas; it
was those around her who would soon find out that trouble was not something
she would be on the receiving end of, not now and not ever again.

The coming months would fill this bustling city with awe and amazement (not to
mention fear and intimidation) like it had never seen before, as the fiery
red-headed young Amazon would lure such men into her clutches, making sure to
target those most deserving, those most in need of her new brand of vengeance,
and make them pay. Those which would end up being the lucky ones winding up in
the hospital, their bodys shattered and broken, their minds fractured for at
what had just happened to them......the unlucky ones, which were more common
for this superpowered avenger, would suffer much worse fates. It was not
uncommon at all for Helen to lure men back to their place, always back to
their place so she wouldnt have to be bothered with cleaning up "the mess"
when she was done with them, or simply using her amazingly muscle packed form
out and about in the city, with incredibly devastating effects. Such males
couldnt help but think they were in for the nights of their lives, landing
this perfectly gorgeous and amazingly fit young beauty for a night of
unbridled sexual fun. Something that was just what had happened, though they
would all soon see that unbridled and unrestrained for Helen was now well
beyond what their own bodies could hope to take. So in the final fuck of their
lives, the last things they would experience would be their hopelessly
over-matched forms being crushed, broken and ripped to pieces by an lustily
charged red-headed Goddess with enough strength to handle their pitiful
resistances with ease, laughing wildly with delight with each and every one of
their pain-wracked, dying screams.

Another thing that thrilled Helen to no end, when she was Really in the mood,
was starting a bar-room brawl in a very seedy and tough part of town, taking
on a wide assortment of large, powerful men all at once, using her newfound
superpowered body to lift and throw and crush and snap and break their weak
little forms into heaps of worthless man flesh. Giggling and laughing about in
a high pitched, super sexy, female voice as she did so, further proving to all
around them that such a feat was all too easy for her now, and that even their
biggest, strongest members were like small babies next to her voluptuously
shaped frames might. Even those that managed to connect against her rock hard
physique, when she wasnt moving and dancing around with amazing skill and
grace, only succeeded in damaging their own hands, wrists and arms. Pulling
them back away and into themselves, holding them with care, feeling as if they
had punched a solid wall of concrete, before the powerful young fitness beauty
turned their way, and gave them something much more damaging to cry about.

Helen would get so extremely aroused by the handling of such men, in such a
way, with such ease, that it was all too common an event to see her end such
sessions by bodyslamming some poor, unfortunate man (usually the leader of
such groupings, if only to prove her point with who was now in charge here)
onto a pool table or over the bar itself, tearing his clothes off with total
ease as she did so, before mounting his cock (which oddly enough, even though
she was breaking him apart, was always fully erect at the sight of such a hot
and sexy supergirl using her unreal body in even agonizingly painful ways) and
fucking them literally to Death. The sounds of crackling bones, ripping
muscles, their cries and screams for help and mercy only fueled her sex
crazed, lusciously buff, superhumanly powered female form more and more,
ending such sessions with alittle screaming of her own (of complete orgasmic
delight and erotic pleasures) which concluded her current sexual encounter,
which almost always concluded the life of her unwilling partner as well.

Still, as often as she did such things, moving from bar to bar, traveling as
far away as she wished in an attempt to hit a new area, where the growing talk
of a devastatingly punishing raven haired female Destroyer had yet to hit;
only to stroll inside dressed in an outfit so sexy that most men within wished
they could tear it off of her within first sight, a thought that would soon be
replaced with utter terror, fear and then unimaginable Pain! All of which was
handed out by this tall, gorgeous musclegirl that seemed to possess strength
far beyond what even her thick fitness level form would suggest, make that
what would be possible for 100 average human beings. A fact Helen knew full
well, as using her bodys strength in any and every way she could think of
(especially on tough, bullying, abusive males) truly thrilled her like nothing
else in this world. So as long as there was deserving prey out there for her
to wrap her insanely powerful body around, she would never stop doing so.

Though as much as she enjoyed going out on the town in her unreal powered
supergirl physique, sometimes such sessions needing that form from the start
to pull them off to their fullest, she also enjoyed creating such encounters
by going out as plain old Helen Grant. An average housewife (who even in her
normal form seemed to be getting more and more attractive as time went on),
who would "ignorantly" venture into unknown territory, one that would get her
into the worst kind of trouble......or that would be, if she was the ordinary,
5' 3", 37 year old she made herself out to be. Yes, luring out the dregs of
humanity, placing her "vulnerable" self into such circumstances, was childs
play, and its reward to her was truly beyond measure. As it seems as much as
Helen enjoyed strolling into such areas all buff and built with sexy steel
hard muscle, it was even more fun to pretend she was a meak, timid and
helpless woman, only to grow into her unstoppable Amazonian form, giving
sexily cooed Oooohs and Aaaaahs as she did so, relishing in the sight of her
former assailants faces, which would instantly change from dominant confidence
to awe-struck confusion (to soon after mind-blowing pain), right before her
eyes.

So when the biker bars and tough guy hangouts were running dry, Helen took to
the streets, dressing her short but shapely body in an assortment of cute
outfits, luring out the worst of that this world had to offer, ones that would
seek to do her physical harm, or worse........unless she could do so to them
first. Heh heh heh. Her favorite part was so act all innocent and naive, not
realizing she had stumbled into such a dark and threatening area, getting them
closer to her, before she let loose with an expansion of her unreal power,
causing them to let loose with their screams; which was soon after drowned out
by Helens laughter, as she mangled and bent and snapped their very much
deserving forms into crumbled heaps of bone, muscle and flesh. Backbreakers
that literally cracked spines to pieces, barehugs that broken ribs like twigs,
thighs wrapped around heads that exploded their skulls against this utterly
unstoppable constricting movements. Weapons that such men carried were utterly
usesless against her, not because her skin had developed into a bulletproof
hide (or so she knew anyway), but due to her incredible speed and agility
(something else which was augmented hugely along with her strength during such
transformations) which allowed her to effortlessly dodge bullets and evade
knives, while allowing more blunt weaponry (such as baseball bats, crowbars,
and the like) to bounce off of her steel hard muscular body, laughing aloud
with a devious smile as they did so.

Yes, it was definitely a busy time for the hospitals in the surrounding areas
since Helens life-changing night, who had to deal with each and every body
that she dealt with, with many of them being transfered to the morgue below,
with little to nothing that could be done to help them. Though this fiery,
musclebound predator cared not for such men, men who were very much deserving
of her harsh Amazonian justice, which never ceased to give her untold physical
pleasures in their handling; not to mention a signature final encounter each
time with a body enveloping, muscle flexing, sexually screaming Muscle Fuck
that shattered her specially chosen partners to pieces, ending their lives in
a perfect combination of Unreal Pain and Utter Ecstasy.

Something else Helen soon noticed brought such chills down her spine, and into
her always ready sexual areas, was her very own transformation into this
unbridled, unequaled musclegirl. Something that routinely sent powerful
erotically charged energies throughout her entire body. As excruciatingly
painful as the initial change into this form was, she would have endured 10X
as much for the chance to have such unearthly abilities and powers, coupled
with a confident, aggressive and powerful new attitude, and a sex drive that
just wouldnt stop. Helen Grant had now found her reward for having to deal
with years long verbal and physical abuse, and just like the classic Cyndi
Lauper song, she was now like so many other girls, who just wanted to have
Fun! (no matter the cost on her vastly inferior victims)

Something that was becoming more apparent now than ever, as she was now
running out of dark places and rough spots for which to enter and tame (aka
destroy and conquer) anyone she so choose for her erotic pleasures, so she did
the only thing she could so, moved on up the ladder and took such males any
and every place she could. Deserving of such punishing treatment or not, this
lust fueled, muscle packed, hardbodied beauty hit the clubs, the streets, the
local college hangouts, anywhere she could find available men to woo and lure
into her clutches, which always ended in them satisfying her own sexual
desires, at the cost of their comparatively weak and frail little bodies.
Whether it be a cute new neighbor that she just had to make a sudden visit to,
before seducing him to bed, and taking him like only a woman like her could.
Or taking a college frat boy back to his dorm-room, getting him all sexed up
to bang this truly gorgeous young hottie, before her bodys real power and true
form was revealed, and the real fun commenced. Helen took unreal joy in using
her incredible strength to overpower such males for her pleasure. Wrapping her
steel hard legs around them, squeezing them until their bodies broke and bones
shattered; all the while getting them so aroused by such treatment, at the
hands of such an incredible woman, that their erections were clear as day,
standing tall and proud, ready for this hungry young woman to engulf them in
her mouth (nearly sucking it clean off their bodies, always ready to finish
every last drop), within her lusciously rounded, bowling ball glutes (giving
them a flex fucking that could have easily mashed their cocks to mush, and
have on several occasions), or inside her moist, wet pussy as it grabbed onto
her victims once hard dicks, and showed them, without moving another muscle in
her body, just how strong her weakest bodypart was - and who in fact was now
The Weaker Sex.

One of her favorite such encounters was with a truly adorable new neighbor to
her area, who she met while strolling down her street looking for whatever
might tickle her fancy. So hot was this man, who happened to be mowing his
newly acquired lawn shirtless on this muggy summers day, that Helen had to use
all of her inner willpower to stop herself from transforming right there and
then, and force-fucking him silly on his own front lawn. No, she felt that
there was a better way to handle this situation, one that was a bit too close
to home to simply have her expand into her Amazonian alter ego and use her
usual tactics on. So she spent the rest of her walk thinking of just what she
could do, excitedly returning back home soon afterwards to begin putting
things into motion.

**********

DING DONG!, rang the doorbell to 1452 Columns Road, the home of a new member
to this relatively tranquil neighborhood, the very handsome 35 year old, Mr.
Nick Connors. A financial wizard, who earned his first Million by the age of
25, and who had just moved into this high priced, well kept area for its
suburban peace and quiet........something he just wouldnt be finding this day,
to say the least.

"Yes, can I help......you.....wow..." came his response at the opening of his
front door, which displayed Helen in all of her freshly transformed buff and
beautiful, strong and sexy, glory. She was dressed in a little schoolgirls
uniform, something she had modified from one of her daughters older outfits,
changing it here and there to make it shorter, tighter and oh so much sexier.
A youthful look that even her new early 20s appearance was stretched to
portray, though she felt this man would take little notice of that, or
anything else other than looking at her as the most gorgeous, athletically
built 18 year old girl he had ever seen (and judging from the instantaneous
movement of his erection through his shorts, she couldnt be more right).

"Hi, my names Jessica, Im a Senior at St. Dianas High School For Girls, and Im
hoping you can help me out here" she spoke out in a cute young girls tone and
a warm, friendly smile.

"Let me guess, youre selling cookies for your yearly fund-raiser?" the clearly
aroused man replied with a grin of his own.

"Not really, thats the Girls Scouts actually, we sell magazine subscriptions
for our school. Maybe I could come in and show you some of what we have?"

"Uh.....yeah....yeah sure, Id love to see some of what you have" he almost
subconsciously answered, as the buff teenage hottie made her way inside, his
eyes utterly transfixed on her long luscious legs, tight rounded butt, and
beautiful V-shaped back and trim waist. "So, uh.....what kind of magazines do
you sell?"

"Well, weve got something for everyone really, so rest assured Im not leaving
until I make a sale. Lets see, weve got Entertainment, News, Science and of
course Sporting mags. You look like a fit, strong, athletic guy, Im sure I
could interest you in something from our Sporting Section" she cooed out,
eyeing up his currently dressed T-shirt and shorts combination, which showed
off his nicely shaped and very well sculpted male form, making this "young
girl" before him bite down on her lower lip with arousal at the mere sight of
him.

"Ah, well thanks....but I already get Sports Illustrated and Mens Fitness" he
replied, trying his best to stay the calm and cool adult here, though the
thoughts flowing all about his mind, spawned from every inch of this
voluptuously shaped buff-girl before him, where anything but.

"Oh, well then maybe I can offer you something alittle different, alittle
something from our Womens Athletics Catalog" Helen sexily breathed out, as she
plopped down several Female Bodybuilding and Womens Wrestling magazines on his
nearby table (something she herself had been collecting in recent weeks,
something which got her more than a bit turned on as well).

"Ah....well, I.....Im not really into that kind of thing.....uh.....sorry" Mr.
Connors awkwardly made out, fumbling over his words, which he knew were
anything But true.

"Oh really? Well, if youre sure youre not into the sight of a
hard.....strong.....powerful female form, or reading about just what a
thick.....tight......muscular woman could do to a man, well then, I guess
these arent for you....." she sexily spoke in a seductive tone, as she slowly
began to make her way right up to this handsome mans face and hard, sexy body.
Helen now hardening and flexing her own very exposed body, filling up and out
her rock solid muscles, pumping and pushing them to their lusciously packed
limits; to the point where her outfit was becoming so snug that a few of her
blouses upper buttons popped clean off, and her overall form went from lush,
curvaceous hardness, to femininely sculpted marble. "But something tells me
that if I check around your house, Ill find that Sports Illustrated isnt the
only magazine subscription you have, isnt that right Tiger" she breathed right
into his ears, as she pushed her ample and firm, D-cup breasts into his own
strong (though vastly weaker) chest.

"I....I.....I dont know what youre talking about, now.....ah so, if youd be so
good as to leave here, we can just....."

"Oh Im not going anywhere Baby, and I know deep down, or maybe not so deep
down at all....." Helen cooed out, as she cupped his balls in a single one of
her hands, "......you dont want me going anywhere, do you? You want to see
just what this body of mine could do to you, isnt that right Cutie? You want
to have it wrapped around you firm and tight, as you pump into me and all of
my sexy young female muscles, dont you Stud?" she continued to lure him into
her trap, something she could very well have physically made happen from the
start, thought doing so this way, playing little erotic games, using her
unrivaled sex appeal over her unequaled brute force, was so much more fun. "So
what do you say Handsome, were all alone, here in your home, just you and
me......what do you say we get alittle more comfortable with one another, and
see what happens next?" the youthful Amazon temptress concluded with a
whisper, giving his ear a soft, sensual lick as she did so.

Never before had this man seen such an amazingly hot and sexual woman, and
while the thought of her being only a teenager (virtually half of his own age)
did enter his mind, it was quickly shoved out by the unparalleled lust that
was coursing through his entire body here and now. To be with such a woman as
this, one that fulfilled his secret female muscle loving desires to a T, one
that was the picture of Amazon Girl Perfection in his eyes, he would do
literally anything.......the exact things that he would swear on his life he
would do just 10 minutes later to escape from, when their hard, fit, athletic
bodies were locked together in passionate, animalistic sex, and his own form
started to break, snap and shatter underneath this young musclegirls,
arousingly pumped, level of power and strength.

It wasnt mind-blowingly painful for him at all from the start, it was actually
extremely pleasurable, with this stunning young supergirl flexing her muscles
in a powerfully sensuous way. From bouncing pecs and hardening biceps to
flaring lats and rippling firm 8-pack abs, this red-headed super athlete knew
how to use her unreal physique to bring any man to their sexual peak, and this
man was no exception. So with a few well placed muscle poses, erotic dances,
and sensual sighs and passionate breaths, Helens display had their clothes off
in no time flat; at which time she leaned forward, her hands placed firmly on
the end of his big, soft bed, effortlessly holding her upper body still and
unmoving, while her perfectly rounded, muscle packed butt was sticking
straight out to him (held up by the most unreal set of legs this man had ever
seen). A sexily little coo of an invite from this youthful musclegirl to enter
her sexily displayed area, and Nick Connors couldnt grab into each side of her
bowling ball glutes and thrust his thick, erect cock into her ass fast enough.

In and out he grinded and gyrated into Helen, his erection very pleasing to
her as could be shown by the sensuous moans and groans that emitted from her
soft, tender lips; and while it was just as pleasurable for her partner in the
beginning, he couldnt help but notice that each and every pump he completed
made the one following even harder to accomplish. If was almost as if her butt
was getting harder and harder with sexy, female muscle as the seconds went
on.......a statement that couldnt be more right, and in less than a minute
Helens glutes were so solid that he couldnt hope to move within them a single
inch. Try as he might, pushing on her golden tanned bowling ball butt from the
outside with all of the strength his arms could muster, he couldnt escape her
lusciously shaped bubble butts hold over his erection, which was now starting
to not only hold him into place, but constrict and envelope his dick within a
wall of thick hard gluteal muscle that made him cry out in pain and panic.

"Awwwww, whats the matter Baby, I thought you wanted to see what a girl like
me could do to a man? You didnt think you were going to roll around with a
sexy girl with big, hard, strong muscles, and not get to feel The Crush, now
did you Honey?" the raven maned young woman laughed out, as she continued to
mash his cock to pulp within her rock solid ass. "Oh, but dont worry, if I
squooshed your pitiful excuse for a dick too much now, we wouldnt be able to
continue our fun today, and I plan on staying her all day long.......your ribs
on the other hand, I dont need as much and could see snapping a few now, just
to help set the mood. Hahahahaha" Helen concluded, as she sprung out her steel
tight set of incredibly sexy and shapely legs up and wrapped them around his
chest. Her hands and arms resting on his bed were now the only things holding
her up (and they did so with the utmost of ease), as she proceeded to flex
fuck his partially mangled cock with her glutes, while she crushed in on his
chest with her lush, powerful thighs.

"Uhhhhhh.....please......Uhhhhh......please, let me
go......I.....I......havent done anything.....Uhhhhhh......to deserve
this......" Nick Connors could barely make out with the remaining breath this
woman allowed him, just seconds before his first series of broken bones began,
all due to the unreal physical power of this amazingly hot girl.

"Oh, you deserve this alright, and everything else Im going to do to you today
Lover, unless you think its right for a man in his mid 30s to lure poor,
unsuspecting, teenage girls up to his bedroom for some sexual fun? Sure I may
have done the luring here, but as the adult you should have said no, it wasnt
right, Im just a girl......at which point I would have Taken you anyway, but
at least it MIGHT have saved you some broken bones...." SNAP! "....some torn
muscles...." SNAP!! "......and an overall, shattered, beaten and destroyed
body!" SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!, Helen intimidatingly spoke, teaching him the error
of his ways, as she continued the unrelenting squeeze of her thighs, as well
as the flex fucking of her glutes on his cock. "Oh dont cry Baby......weve
only just begun, and I have so many more ways to hurt you, my Sweet" she
laughed out wildly, flexing and hardening her body around him even more, which
caused him to Scream aloud in agony at what was to be his first and last
sexual encounter he would ever have in his new home - as he moved out several
months later, the same day he returned home from the hospital.

Yes, the scenarios and situations Helen placed herself in were as varied, as
they were exciting, as they were devastating. It was as if her newfound
Amazonian body was like a drug, an addiction to want to, to need to, use it
and all of its unreal power and amazing strength to its fullest. All for her
enjoyment, all for her pleasure, all for Her! Though before long the
opportunities for such sessions was growing thin and increasingly hard to
find; that was until one night, just before she tore up another tough guy
hangout (the building itself, as well as those inside), she heard about a
secret underground fighting circuit, one that only the best and most skilled
fighters could enter, one with no rules, one that quite often ended in broken
bodies and sometimes even death. Perfect for our raven haired Goddess!, and
even though her actual fighting skills were hardly world class (though still
quite considerable for someone with no official training), Helen felt more
than confident that her supremely powerful frame would be more than enough to
handle whatever came her way, and she couldnt be more right.

After finding out a bit more of the details in the coming days - given to her
by the several "gracious and willing" men she had questioned, Helen realizing
that her amazing new form could be used to extract information (for fear of
literally being ripped limb from limb otherwise), as well as provide her with
the peaks of sexual arousal - she made her way inside (more than proving her
worth by beating down this circuits two bouncers with ease) and fought under a
more than fitting new name to match her more than capable new body, Scarlett.
Dressed in a sexy as Hell, ultra revealing, two piece spandex gym outfit,
which matched the color perfectly with her fiery red hair as well as her
temperament and her new alias, Scarlett looked like an extremely buff fitness
girl (which while big for your average woman, was still quite small compared
to most of the male monsters in this tournament), one that most of the men
here took on with initial laughter and taunting banter......that was until the
actual match began, and their one time confidence was now reduced to quivering
terror and tears of pain.

Scarlett showed little mercy for her male opponents, if anything she went
extra hard on them, using not only her body to rip them, break them, lift and
throw them, crush them to pieces, but also her own every increasing sexy
attitude and dominating personality, to tease, humiliate and overall play with
them; as if destroying them in their matches was childs play for her, which in
fact it was. Her glistening green eyes glowed with a look of power and
control, her ruby red lips were either laughing aloud at her victims inability
to hurt her in any way (while she in turn relished the ease with which she
snapped them to pieces), or in a soft, sensuous little pout, during her always
fight ending Muscle Fuck; moaning and groaning with erotic pleasures while she
destroyed her much bigger opponents with an assortment of arousingly hit
sexual positions, ending with her lust-filled release and the breaking apart
of her once proud fighting males - sometimes even their death. Which at this
organizations utter terror, they needed to speak with her about, as if she
kept up her more-often-than-not killing ways, they would run out of
participants who were willing to try their skills against her (as well as on
this underground UFC as a whole), and would have to close down. Scarlett
agreed, or at least gave her word she would try her best to let her opponents
leave alive, and after a series of bone-breaking handshakes to them all, she
made her way on out to her next match, and her next victory.

Not being one to usually agree to others requests, Scarlett was more than
smart enough to know that if this UFC style tournament disappeared completely,
she would lose out on some of her favorite Amazonian fun-time, let alone
another unexpected perk of this job, something that became more evident to her
as each and every match went on. She was actually learning her opponents
fighting skills, just by watching them during her one-sided fights (sometimes
against 2 or 3 at a time, as her reputation began to grow), something she
displayed in all of her new matches to come. If she fought a 3rd degree black
belt in karate one day, after the match was over she had now (somehow)
developed that very same fighting ability, which she used against her next
victims, learning their moves and skills in the process. Before long this
turned Scarlett into not only the physically strongest human being on Earth,
but also the most skilled and proficient hand to hand combatant on the planet
as well. Though as easily as she could now use the assortment of stylized
blocks, evades, axe kicks, judo flips, and other assorted martial arts and
fight styles that she learned, her favorite was still down and dirty
Grappling. The thrill of just breaking a man (especially a physically bigger,
taller, heavier man) using just her own vastly superior strength and physical
power to do so, laughing at their inability to so much as dent her steel hard,
rock solid physique with even their strongest blows (as well as giggling at
their wails and screams of agony), was far better than any perfectly executed
strike she could imagine.

Scarlett had now become the most dangerous woman in the world, the most
dangerous human being for that matter, by far, and while she could have let
the world know about her, using her unreal physicality (even to a much toned
down level) to become a world class superstar athlete in any and every event
their was, she preferred to keep her superhuman prowess as hidden as she
could, as she was enjoying her current, unorthodox (and usually, illegal)
lifestyle way to much to give it up now and become public to the world.

And so this amazing Amazons days went on, using her unequaled physique in any
way that pleased her, which usually consisted of bending, breaking and tearing
men apart (either during sex or just a "casual" wrestling encounter), which
never ceased to consume her utterly with extremely lustfilled pleasures, while
keeping up the appearance of an ordinary housewife and mother. Fooling
everyone around her, who were kept completely in the dark about her all
powerful, super sexy, seemingly unstoppable alter ego........or so she
thought, until a knock on her door, during a warm Autumns afternoon, changed
her life Forever - Again.

**********

"Mrs. Grant?" spoke out a well dressed man in his upper 50s, in a dry and
mono-toned voice. A spiffy, well dressed look of a professional about him, in
addition to the assortment of equally well presented men at his back, all of
them wearing dark sunglasses, with the exception of their apparent leader, who
simply stared at Helens still diminutive form on the other side of her front
door.

"Yes, thats me. What can I do for you?" she replied with a courtesy that one
would expert from a housewife and mother of these parts.

"My name is Mr. Sutherland, and Ive come on behalf of my employers to pay you
a visit in the hopes that youll accept my very generous, very special,
proposal" the older man spoke out in a continually serious tone.

"Sorry, Ive already been proposed to once, it didnt end well" Helen teased
back with a cute little smile on her face.

"Yes, well maybe youll have better luck with the offer Im here to make you"

"And you brought your entourage to help "convince me", did you?"

"Come now Mrs. Grant...." he softly spoke out, leaning forward just a bit, so
only the two of them could now hear, "......I think we both know if I wanted
to "convince you" that way, I would have had to bring a lot more than just 5
well trained men, now wouldnt I.....Scarlett?" A line that made Helen well
aware that this man, and God knows who else, were on to her little secret.

"Well then, you have me intrigued Mr. Sutherland" the attractive redhead said
with a grin, "You can come in, the rest of your men can wait in the car" she
continued, which was followed by an approving nod from this aged professional
to his men, as he himself stepped inside this quite large and very spacious
home, with Helen closing her front door behind them. "Id offer to make you
some coffee or tea, but well, if you know me as much as I think you do, youll
know I dont do any of that happy homemaker crap anymore" she added, a stark
contrast from the polite wife and mother that answered the door just seconds
ago. This man knowing her as he apparently did, Helen saw no reason to
continue that currently necessary facade any longer.

"Yes, yes Im more than well aware of your newfound attitude, Mrs.
Grant.....and besides, Ive brought my own" he added with a smile, as he
reached inside his suit-jacket pocket, pulled out a little metal drinking
flask, and took a few sips before slowly replacing it. "I actually know quite
a bit about several other of your newfound qualities, and rest assured, Im not
alone. Oh dont worry, that was hardly a threat, more of an admission, leading
up to an offer......an offer of a lifetime"

"Go on........though, I hope you dont mind if I get into something a bit more
comfortable first" Helen sexily cooed, and with a mental triggering of her
recently acquired superhuman physique, her body grew into into its all too
accustomed Amazonian form; complete with lusciously hard muscles, steel tight,
rock solid curves, and a nearly 8 inches in additional, power packed, height.
Knowing that this man, and very possibly many others like him, were well aware
of her ability to transform into Scarlett, the ultimate female form that ever
walked this Earth, she saw little reason to hide what she now considered her
true form, and displayed it now proudly, and with her previously worn outfit
being pushed to its limits (in some cases beyond) very sexily as well.
"Ooooooh God, I so hope I never get used to that" she spoke out in a soft,
sensual tone, referring to the near orgasmic sensations that filled up her
body when she made her physical change.

Mr. Sutherland then explained to her that he was a part of the same government
agency that her husband worked for (earning her respect a bit more by stating
that he didnt like that bastard one bit, nor trust him as far as he could
throw him), and that they had a severe need of her very unique gifts and one
of a kind talents. Always up for a challenge and more than into adding some
excitement to her life (ever since her transformation anyway), Scarlett
listened with much interest, a wicked smile forming across her gorgeously
sculpted face at hearing the words "Whatever It Takes" come from this older
mans lips. He spoke not only of the mission that lie before her, but also gave
her some very interesting information about herself, her new self, as well.
Explaining to her that in addition to her unreal level of superhuman physical
strength and toughness, which included more than its share of enhanced speed
and agility as well, that Scarlett also now possessed the ability that they
referred to as Photographic Reflexes, which meant that she could mimic the
moments of anything she saw perfectly, which would explain her apparent
mastery of most known fighting techniques from her time in the underground UFC
ring. Not that she relied on such skills all too often, focusing more on brute
force power and bone crackling strength to get her jobs done.

"Dont get too cocky on what you can do these days, Mrs. Grant....."

"Scarlett. When Im in this form, I want to be called Scarlett" the beautiful
hardbody nearly scolded out, in an effort to distance her newly acquired form
(and life) from her old one, obviously ashamed of what she had gone through,
with now equal amounts of confidence and pride in knowing that she would never
do so again.

"Yes, of course....Scarlett. Your skin is many times denser than even the
strongest of normal men, and you should even be able to survive impacts from
normal caliber bullets, unharmed. Though youll quickly find out, in our line
of work, "normal" is something that simply isnt a usual occurrence, especially
when it comes to weaponry. You will need to use your skills and your smarts,
just as much as your impressive strength, if you hope to accomplish your task,
and come back in one piece. To help you in the area, not that you would
normally need such assistance, our scientists have developed a suit, a uniform
which is made up of what we call Unstable Molecules, which will hug every inch
your form perfectly, even so much as expanding and shrinking as you do.

"And here I thought I was going to be more James Bond than the Fantastic Four"
she sarcastically quipped back.

"I can assure you, your suits function is hardly cosmetic, though we have
catered it to what we believe would suit you quite well, nonetheless. No, this
outfit is not only amazingly flexible but also incredibly tough as well, and
extremely light-weight, something that should aid you significantly in your
mission......as the saying goes, should you choose to accept it"

"Sounds interesting, Mr. Sutherland, though now comes the obvious question,
whats in it for me?" Scarlett replied with a sly grin.

"You mean besides the obviously large amounts of money we could offer you?"

"As you can see, I do pretty well here as is"

"And the obvious threat of retaliation from our organization on you if you
refuse?"

"You could try.....and believe me when I say after that line, Im This Close to
ripping you and your men apart right here and now!"

"Yes, well then how about Answer C, because you Want to do it. I could see it
in your eyes when I was explaining the mission, and I certainly noticed your
more than interested smile when I mentioned a No Holds Barred approach to this
job before you. Your change in recent months Mrs....uh, Scarlett....is hardly
just physical. Your mentality, your personality, has been altered as well, one
that could easily be seen by your nights out quenching your sexual appetites,
something which now has also taken over many of your daylight hours as well,
isnt that right......or maybe I should just ask Mr. Connors, in County
Medical?" Mr. Sutherland continued to speak out in his calm and cool manner,
proving yet again to this raven-haired Amazon that his knowledge of her was
extremely extensive, to say the least. "You crave such excitement, you thrill
for the challenge to test you newfound abilities to their fullest, something
we can provide for you, on a constant basis at that, for as long as you could
possibly want. So, is that enough for you to sign on the dotted line, so to
speak?" the all knowing gentleman concluded with a smile.

"OK, Im in, though I want to let you know that you had me at Whatever Means
Necessary and No Holds Barred" Scarlett replied back, as she extended a single
hand out for his in return, so that they could shake on this agreement and
seal the deal on their newfound partnership. "Oh, and something else I want
you to know as well......" she continued out now in a very serious tone,
adding a bit of pressure to this mans still entrapped hand "......if you
double-cross me, if you turn on me, if you set me up in any way, Ill kill
you......Ill Kill You All!"

"Yes.....yes of course, Scarlett. We at the Hippolyta Project (recently
renamed as it was) have no interest in destroying what we believe to be the
fruits of our years long labor" Mr. Sutherland cooly replied, barely showing a
hint of the pain that was surely coursing around his partially crushed hand.
"Now, how soon can you make yourself ready to depart?"

"I hate to be kept waiting, what do you say we get this party started
immediately"

"Excellent"

**********

24 hours later, after a tactical meeting between Scarlett, Mr. Sutherland and
the rest of the top brass at Project Hippolyta, the seemingly young, newly
commissioned, Amazonian Secret Agent found herself several hundred miles away
from her home and her previously visited lab. The mission before her was a
simple snatch and grab, or so she thought. Make her way inside this
para-military installation, using stealth if possible, though if discovered
brute force was a perfectly acceptable alternative. She was to make her way
into the heart of this location, its blueprints viewed in their previous
meeting and were now locked firmly within her recently enhanced brain, to
retrieve a file from a very secure location. This single file, of unknown
origin to Scarlett herself, was so be retrieved and returned to the lab at
Project Hippolyta. Nothing else mattered, anyone that stood in her way was
completely expendable, an instruction that she truly relished and one that
excited her to no end.

So she lowered the high tech binoculars from around her gorgeously shaped face
(which she was using to observe her targeted location from several hundred
meters away), removed her long black trench-coat from around her luscious
hardbodied form, and revealed herself in her new uniform for the first time,
on her first ever secret mission. Eyeing her own physique up and down as she
did so, thinking about how right Mr. Sutherland had been earlier, stating that
they had created this outfit to suit her quite well; not only in giving her
even more confidence (if such a thing were possible) due to its ultra durable
material, but also in its fit, mold and coloring, which were all very much to
her liking.

Standing now at 6 feet even, due to the high heeled boots that made up her
super agent uniform, which were colored completely in a dark shade of red,
matching her gloves that molded perfectly around her hands and halfway down
her forearms, as well as her fiery red hair that so savagely framed her
beautiful, yet intimidating looking face. The rest of her voluptuously
muscular frame, all of the way up to the middle of her neck, was covered in a
jet black material, which hugged each and every single super-hard curve and
sensual inch of her shapely Amazonian form like a second skin. So much so that
her etched-like-granite 6-Pack stomach, as well as every other cut and hint of
muscular separation her physique contained, could be seen even through its
full bodied covering. Never before did she feel quite so powerful, so strong,
so much like her alter ego Scarlett, as she did this moment. Such a feeling of
Power made her want to tear this entire installation, and everyone within, to
pieces right here and now. Though she remembered her previously laid out
instructions for this mission, stealth if possible, force if not.

So with the skill of an expert cat-burglar, Scarlett used the dark covering of
her outfit to blend perfectly into the nighttime surroundings of this
supposedly deserted military base. Using her enhanced speed to cover large
distances in a short period of time, before ending her journey roughly 50
meters from a carefully chosen side of the large building before her, just on
the other side of its high, barbed wire, electrified fence. Hardly something
that would stand up against her pumped and superpowered body she felt, though
ripping it to shreds would alert the entire base to her whereabouts, something
she personally would have enjoyed to its fullest, as that would be a small
army full of well trained and heavily armed men to test her nearly unstoppable
power against. The thoughts of ripping these men apart, crushing their bodies
into lifeless heaps, mangling their forms to mashed pulp, all the while her
laughing at their vast inferiority to her own superhuman might, consumed her
nearly to the point of ripping down this pitiful fence to shreds and bringing
them all to her that much quicker. Though Scarlett soon managed to regain her
composure, controlling her muscle crushing lust (for the moment anyway),
before easily leaping over this 20 foot tall barrier, and continuing on to
stealthily make her way closer to the large complex located within, and her
ultimate goal this night.

Like a trained ninja, Scarlett skulked her way closer and closer to what she
had previously decided was the best way inside. A single door on the far side
of the building, with minimal exposure due to its odd angle, and only 2 guards
standing on her way. Childs play, she thought to herself, as the stealthy
super secret agent made her way around a nearby corner of the building,
peaking out around it to view those who stood in her way; though not for long,
as a multitude of thoughts began to flow through her mind on just how she
would be taking them out. 10 ways would end their lives with a multitude of
pain for them both, 10 others would allow her to dispatch of them with
virtually no noise, but only one of them allowed her to do so with the perfect
combination of both. And while little else filled her with more pleasure than
hearing the men she would be destroying scream in agony and cry for mercy
until their final breaths, she knew that at this stage silence was the key to
her mission, so she would have to forgo such delights from her
victims.......for now anyway. So after a few minutes of silent preparation,
Scarlett let out a deep breath, a quivering of excitement flowing throughout
her voluptuously muscle packed body, before turning the corner and allowing
her first true adventure to begin.

"Hello boys, I was wondering if one of you big, strong men could help a girl
out here?" she erotically cooed, as she sexily sauntered her lusciously
shaped, super fit form on over to her first two victims of the night. They in
turn were shocked beyond belief at this sight before them; as not only did
they both view what was probably the most perfectly shaped, unbelievably sexy
young woman of their entire lives, right out here in the middle of nowhere,
making it past the towering fence, searchlights and other security measures to
make it this far inside their secret installation - not only did this insanely
gorgeous woman do all of this, but apparently she did so naked. Or so they
would have thought, as the few minutes of preparation this raven haired
Goddess overtook before coming into their view was to do one very important
thing, the temporary removal of her prized, high tech, skin tight uniform;
exposing her Amazonian fitness level body in all of its glory, something she
knew would shock and stun the pairing of all too male guards standing before
her way in, a plan that so far was working perfectly.

"Uh....hold.....hold it right there, uh.....yeah" one of the security
personnel stumbled out, completely in awe of this bizarre sight before him. A
woman, THE woman, of any mans wildest dreams, making her way to them
completely nude, showing off each and every sexually arousing curve and
lustily charged ounce of feminine shape her unrivaled form contained.
"Put......put your hands up, and.....uh, dont make any sudden moves"

"Yes, of course officer, anything you say. Though as you can plainly see, Im
completely unarmed, and no threat to you whatsoever......unless you boys are
as hot and horny as I am, that is" she erotically breathed out, making her way
ever closer, stopping just a few feet before them, her baseball sizes arms out
above her head, her hands clasped firmly behind her neck, staring at them with
a look of unbridled lust and intense arousal. "So, who wants to cuff me?" she
sensuously taunted these two very confused men, in a very sexual cooing tone
and a blowing of a kiss.

The guards were literally beside themselves here and now, as never before in
all of their time with this secretive organization did they ever come across
anything like this before. Heck, there wasnt even a training exercise for "How
To Handle Gorgeous Naked Woman" in any of their training manuals. And while
their minds told them to draw their guns firm and straight, yell out their
commands with authority to this intruder, while radioing their situation to
home-base, allowing their fellow security personnel to swarm in and contain
this potentially dangerous threat; all they could do instead was gaze at this
incredibly beautiful woman, standing before them with her entire perfectly
shaped, extremely fit and exposed body in full view, and fall under this
sirens spell with each and every passionately arousing word she uttered. That
was until.....

"Men, always waiting for a woman to make the first move" Scarlett breathed out
with a vicious smile and a wicked look crossing her face, and with a speed
that neither of these men had ever seen in their lives, her arms released
their previously held grip, and shot forward, slamming their unreal powered
palms into each of their chests, pushing them Tight against the solid stone
wall behind them with such force that they were both lifted completely off the
ground, and in such a way that their lungs expelled all of their breath at the
first second of impact.

"Awwwww, are you little boys lost for words around little old me? Well then, I
guess that leaves me to do all of the talking. Heh heh" she intimidatingly
chuckled, as she increased the pressure of her even more visibly muscular arms
on their pathetically weak chests. Something that usually, at Scarletts
request, made such men in this position yell out in pain, especially after the
first, second and third ribs snapped, just as they were doing here and now.
Though that was not her plan this time, as she needed them quiet, and for the
moment, alive. "I want one of your key cards and the matching access code so
that I can get inside without ripping the door off its hinges. Something I can
guarantee Im more than capable of doing, though something I think would bring
out more of your friends earlier than expected. So, hows it going to be, which
one of you is man enough to help this little woman out?" she taunted with a
sexy little wink. "No takers eh? Well then, hows about this for alittle
incentive. The one of you that helps me, Ill allow the honor of a quick and
easy death. The other, well lets just say not nearly so much. Trust me, such
an offer is only going to come along once, so speak up, while you still can"
Scarlett concluded her threatening ultimatum, as she pressed onto their
effortlessly lifted bodies, snapping a few more ribs in the process.

So threatening was this treatment that either of these pain-wracked guards
would have given anything to fulfill her wishes and give this woman anything
she asked for. Though they were being held in such a way that as much as they
would have liked, neither could utter so much as a single word; their lungs
completely emptied of all of its much needed air within Second 1 of this
amazingly powerful womans surprise attack. Something Scarlett knew full well,
something that added to her life ending taunts, knowing that all they had to
do to please her was do the one thing she physically wouldnt allow of them.
She knew exactly what she was doing, as a wide evil smile began forming across
her utterly gorgeous face, a face that showed off a viciousness that let both
of her victims know that she was enjoying every second of their bone snapping
pain.

"No takers then? Well, then I guess Ill have to get a bit more persuasive, now
wont I?" she quietly laughed out, as she gave them both a few more cracks to
their ribs, before throwing one of them several feet away to the ground,
before lowering her remaining man and engulfing him within her powerfully
pulsating 15" biceps. In this position it would have been all too easy to just
close her arms into her thick, ample chest, ending this pitiful males life
with an abundance of crackling and squooshing coming from his vastly inferior
form. Though that was not her plan, not this time at least; so with a harsh
positioning of her entrapped victims body, she shoved his entire head deep
inside her rock solid, D-cup pecs, then placing her hands on her hips,
allowing just her extremely tight muscular cleavage to hold him still and
immobile (and for the most part, supporting his entire 230 pound bodys weight,
as well).

"Hey Tiger, come and take a look at this, because when Im done with your
friend, if you havent told me what I want to hear, Youre Next!" she arousingly
growled, staring her powerful green eyes down onto the remaining man laying
crumbled and smashed on the floor a few feet away. She waited until he had
locked onto her stare, watching this insanely beautiful woman (who while
obviously fit and muscular was still a good deal smaller than their own
strong, athletic, highly trained forms) hold his partners head within her
lusciously rounded tits, which before his eyes began to ripple and harden and
thicken with unreal breast flesh, something that was soon followed by the
cracking apart of his skull, and intimidating laughter from this red-manned
Amazon.

The floor laden guards blood instantly turned into ice, as he watched Scarlett
literally break apart this mans skull like an eggshell between her continually
constricting chest muscles, which just minutes ago either of them would have
given their eye teeth to be snuggly within, though such thoughts would be the
very last he would be thinking about now.......his partner on the other hand,
couldnt hope to think of anything else, for the last remaining seconds of life
he had, before this incredibly powerful supergirl ended it forever, just with
the usage of her big, full chest. With one final flexing of her pec muscles,
and only her pec muscles, she cracked her preys head to pieces, relishing in
the sounds of his life-ending moans and groans, knowing that she handled him
with the utmost of ease, knowing that there was so many more to come.

"Ahhhhhh, God do I love the feeling of crushing a man with this body of mine"
Scarlett sighed out with hints of orgasmic delights, as she released her hold
and allowed her victims dead form to slump limply to the ground. "Now, are you
going to talk, or am I going to have to show you what these other babies of
mine could do to a man" she cooed out, as she flexed her mighty muscle packed
guns, pumping her steel hard thighs, flaring her entire rock solid body to its
fullest before him. This all too willing man couldnt spill out her desired
information, and anything else she wanted to know, fast enough. Something he
was more than willing to do prior to the snapping of his last ribs earlier,
though was unable to do so until this very second, due to the now painfully
returning breath into his now damaged lungs.

10 minutes later, Scarlett pulled on the final pieces of her black and red
outfit, enjoying its snug tightness to her rippling hard Amazonian physique,
before using the key card and password she had recently discovered, which
allowed her access into this complex before her. Leaving the discarded heaps
of two former security guards in her wake, one with his head mushed to pulp
within a set of vastly powerful muscle tits, the other with his body literally
torn to pieces due to every other one of Scarletts superhumanly strong
bodyparts. "God, this is going to be so easy, and so much fun" she breathed
quietly to herself in lustily charged delight, as thoughts of continuing her
assault on this base, and anyone who dared to stand in her way, flooded her
mind and brought yet another smile to her beautiful feminine face. Though with
such feelings and emotions coursing through her, not to mention her relative
inexperience in her newfound profession (as while her Photographic Reflexes
allowed her to learn all that their was in this field in record time, she
lacked the practical experience of putting that knowledge to use in the
real-world) lead to some clumsy mistakes......such as missing a laser security
beam down one of the later hallways in this installation, which instantly
triggered off an alarm to all within.

"Great.......well, so much for stealth. Now its time to let the Real Fun
begin!" Scarlett excitedly made out, which couldnt have been more right, as
with the (accidental?) tripping of this alarm, the hallways began to fill with
an assortment of soldiers, guards and other security personnel, all armed and
ready to stand in defense of this complex, all fully trained in dealing with
any and every eventuality in the book.......or so they thought.

As with the previously dispatched guards outside, each and every one of these
heavily equipped and highly prepared men were in complete and total shock at
what actually was inside their sworn-to-protect complex. A sight that
impossibly enough made each of their testosterone filled dicks hard with
arousal and lust, just before this object of their lusting desires literally
ripped them apart, laughing wildly as she did so. Scarletts physical abilities
were easily unmatched among her prey here, allowing her to move and bounce
around even in crowded hallways with unreal ease, picking her spots to strike
with amazing efficiency, doing so with devastating effect when she did.
Whether it be a solo soldier that was having his spine cracked and snapped
across her broad, muscle capped shoulders after being caught unawares by this
virtually unstoppable female destroyer; or her engaging a prepared and ready
group of 10 to 15 well armed men, ripping them to pieces with unparalleled
ease, the outcome was always the same. Death to each and every one of them,
who to their credit fought with all that they were, using every trick they had
spent years perfecting, though against such a truly unimaginable force as
Scarlett was, it just wasnt nearly good enough. Her speed, her strength, her
extensive knowledge of countless forms of martial arts and hand-to-hand
combat, all combined to make the most lethal being on the face of this Earth,
all giving her the ability to make her way through this small army before her
Her heart racing with erotically charged excitement, and a loud, evil laugh
that echoed throughout the hallways, well after all of the gunfire and males
screams had ended.

As unthinkable as it was, it was clearly obvious to all who viewed Scarlett
this night (for what little of their life they still had remaining) that as
much death and destruction that she was causing, to anything and anyone around
her, she simply couldnt get enough of it. Her power was unreal, her
superiority was absolute, and her enjoyment unquestionable. There was nothing
this well trained brigade of military personnel could do to stop her, and she
never let them think otherwise, not even for a second. Her sexily feminine
voice was heard not only laughing at their feeble attempts to stop her from
ending their lives horribly (something they were all failing miserably at
doing), but also in speaking threatening and intimidating words to her soon to
be mangled, crushed and utterly destroyed play-toys. It was not uncommon at
all for Scarlett to back the last remaining few soldiers into a corner, after
she had torn the rest of their grouping to shreds, and breath out such phrases
as "Mmmmm, that was so much fun, now its time to get to some serious pain" or
"I wonder which of you boys screams the loudest after I pull both of your arms
out" or "One in my thighs, one in my tits, one under each arm, lets see which
of you dies first". Each one followed by a roar of terrifying laughter and a
flexing of steel hard female muscles, as the sexy black and red clad supergirl
made good with each and every one of her threats, and ended their lives in any
way she could possibly imagine. Something that sent unbridled ecstasy
throughout her entire body, thrilled her to her very soul, and more than
aroused her very moist, tingling, and muscularly tight pussy.

So turned on did Scarlett become at the utter destruction of this once proud
para-military installation, all due to her unequaled Amazonian strength and
power, that her hot, steamy, sexual juices began to well up inside of her,
making her feel more and more like a primal jungle animal, packed with power,
ready to pounce at a moments notice on any man she could, even for a few
minutes of sexual release on her end (which always meant a bone crackling
demise for her victims in return). Definitely an issue with the suit she would
be bringing up with Mr. Sutherland upon her return, the inclusion of a well
placed zipper for such arousal fueled emergencies, Scarlett for the moment
used her body to its fullest in the ravaging (both sexually and physically) of
any and every male that got in her way. Satisfying her unstoppable lust for
male screams and crackled bodies, as she used the perfectly remembered layout
of this complex to its fullest, making her way to the one area the Hippolyta
Project believed would be the most likely of locations to her goal; the main
area of this entire building, the head office of the Master Thief would so
daringly stole it from her lab in the first place. Someplace she knew she was
getting closer and closer to, as with each lengthy hallway she traversed, the
number of those who stood in her way (and who fell in body breaking defeat)
increased.

Scarlett continued on to the point where her journey was nearly at an end,
with scores of torn apart, dismembered, crushed and mangled corpses of whose
who tried to stop her laying in her wake. A large, thickly protective metal
door stood before her now, something that unlike so many of the other doorways
that she had to smash down to make it this far, she felt would require more
than the usual single shot from her amazingly super-powered Amazon
body.......two, maybe three at the most. True to her form, on her third shot,
each one sending incredible shockwaves throughout the entire building, the
once durable metallic door burst open, laying now on the floor nearby like the
battered and misshapen form it had become. On the far side of the room, just
where her own organization had instructed (not fully realizing at this point
how they would know so much about this place as a whole) was a large wooden
desk, and underneath it, in the floor itself, a safe containing her prize.
Without any effort the sexy raven-haired super agent tossed the several
hundred pound piece of furniture away with a single hand, and with her other
ripped the safes door clean off; which to its credit lasted a full two pulls
from this powerful Amazon before being torn completely from its steel hard
base. Within seconds of looking at the various contents inside this once proud
safe, Scarlett found exactly what she was looking for, reached in and grabbed
it, only to be impressively startled by a males voice from behind.

"I wouldnt do that if I were you, young lady. Trust me, you wont like what you
find inside" came out with amazing calmness from an older gentlemen (who
looked to be close to 70, though hardly what one would consider elderly in
appearance at all), standing on the other side of this installations main
office.

"Youd be surprised at what I like these days, Old Man" the super Fem Fatale
returned with a wicked smile and a licking of her lips.

"As you wish, though for your sake, I would recommend putting that back where
you found it, and leaving whats left of this facility as it is"

"Oh Ill leave, which is more than I can say about you, but Im taking this with
me" she proudly spoke, waving her newly acquired, Top Secret, document towards
this unexpected visitor. "So, do you have a name, or should I just see that
"Old Man" is carved onto your tombstone, if theres anything left of you after
Im done to fit in a casket, that is?" Scarlett teased out in a intimidatingly
sinister tone.

"Ive been known by many names in my lifetime, though the one you would be most
familiar with I think, would be The Gray Fox"

"The Gray Fox, huh? Master thief and world class cat-burglar. The man who was
not only capable of breaking in to the Hippolyta Projects Top Secret lab, but
also in making a clean escape with one of their most prized and secured
files......and the man most responsible for my being here, and for all of this
death as well", the statuesque redheaded hardbody spoke, as she made her way
over to this mans proud, though vastly weaker, form. Towering over him with
her body pumped and pulsating with strength and power like no other human
being had ever possessed. "Though something tells me such feats are a bit
above a man of your age, Gramps"

"Normally you may be right, though Im sure by now you know in our business
things are very rarely what they appear to be. Such as a recently turned 38
year old woman, walking around in a body roughly half that age, possessing
powers beyond imagination; isnt that right, Mrs. Grant........or should I call
you, Scarlett?"

"Is there anyone around that doesnt know about me these days" the Amazonian
agent semi-teased with a rolling of her eyes. "OK, old man, start talking as
to how you know so much about me, or you and I are going to be getting real
close, real soon - and I dont mean in a fun way, for you that is" she
concluded in a sexy tone, threateningly holding her muscle packed, rippling
hard arms out to either side of him, and flexing her body so hard it nearly
tore through her uniforms relatively unbreakable fabric.

"Yes.....yes of course. I was hired by a rival organization to your lab to
sneak in and retrieve the files you currently have in your powerful little
hands. Your husband was working on a project to help the government create an
army of super soldiers, each one not nearly at your current physical level, as
I believe you consumed all of the doses at once yourself, but still well above
what even the highest trained normal athletes could attain. Of course such a
serum would give any military on Earth an unreal advantage in overall combat
and warfare, creating more than the usual amount of other interested parties
in this experiment; my current employers being just one of them, who kept a
close eye on you and your husband, even before your little "accident", waiting
for when the serum was finally completed, at which time they would make their
move"

"As in assassinating my entire family, and taking the serum for themselves"
Scarlett angrily spoke, walking towards this much older man as she did,
herding him backwards within her outstretched, muscle packed arms, pushing him
back with each and every step.

"Im afraid so. Personally Im not into that sort of affair, I prefer the thrill
of the theft, the excitement of the sneak, the reward of successfully
completely the mission, which for me is one of thievery, not murder"

"For someone whos not into violence, you sure have a small army at your
disposal here Old Man......or had a small army, anyway" Scarlett viciously
laughed out, as she moved ever closer to him, her arms out and trapping any
movements he could possibly make, other than straight backwards, until he
could feel his back and shoulders touch this rooms hard concrete walls, with
this incredibly intimidating Amazon woman and her blood soaked, curve hugging,
super shapely uniform (which barely contained the more than obvious
musculature she held within) completely eclipsing him from view.

"Well I.....most of these men are......were on loan from my current employers
in an attempt to protect me and this file until such time as we could both be
removed from this location, which I believe would have been tomorrow
morning........your timing tonight is, unfortunate, on my part"

"You know what else in unfortunate for you, my adorable gray haired fox?" she
sexily breathed out, trailing her fingers from a single hand sensually across
his face, "The fact that all of this killing, all of this adventure and
excitement, has made my female muscles so pumped and hard; thriving for the
next kill, the next man that I can crush to pieces with my body, and
unfortunately for you, youre the only man left alive. You say that your thrill
comes from accomplishing your mission, well I feel the same way, and my
mission here is to retrieve this document and take out anyone whos standing in
my way.......so, get ready to be taken out, Baby" Scarlett threatened with a
wicked smile, as she began to move in closer to her increasingly
muscle-engulfed victim, pushing her body into his (especially his head into
her all enveloping D-cup pecs), while pushing him into the sturdy wall behind
them.......though as Scarlett more than expected, not nearly sturdy enough.

"Mmmmmm, Im so going to have to find a few unwilling men to Fuck when I get
back, take my time with them and enjoy the sensations of having their bodies
crumple and crackle beneath my power. Have them wrapped up tight within my
body, inside my body, while I just Squeeeeeze and Cruuuuuush them to screaming
little boys, all the while Im tingling all over with sexual, erotic lust and
arousal. Sorry Stud, but as cute as you are, youre a bit too old for me, so I
guess Ill just have to take what Ive come here for and go.......though a body
like mine demands a Big Exit, dont you agree Sexy?" Scarlett tauntingly cooed
as she looked down at the now completely entrapped male before her. The top of
his head and his gleaming blue eyes held wide were the only things that could
now be seen of this man, who was slowly being smashed to pulp between to
Scarletts constant advances, and the walls stony hard frame behind him.
"Hahahahaha, what can I say little man, Ive got a Crush on you, and my body
wants to feel yours break and snap to pieces against it.......and what my body
wants, It Gets!"

Another series of evil laughter burst out from this powerful musclegirl,
echoing all over this one immaculate and well kept office, which now looked
like a wrecking ball had smashed its way through it; a wrecking ball in the
shape of a voluptuously hardbodied female, by the name of Scarlett. The Gray
Fox's bones were literally be mashed to dust, as this muscular female
continued to push onto him, crushing him against her lusciously steel hard
form and the rock solid wall behind him, just by the casually slow forward
movements of her body. So much force was Scarlett exerting, that the wall
itself was starting to crack and break apart, eventually with this powerful
woman bursting straight through it, her Big Exit from this room a success in
every way, as she made her own doorway, straight through a foot thick, rock
solid wall.

Of course while her physique was more than capable of standing up to such
pressures, her cute little man before her could hardly say the same, and each
and every denting of the wall behind him, only meant waves of bone snapping,
muscle tearing, body crushing pain and agony to course throughout his frame;
causing what we left of his now punctured lungs to scream out with unreal
force, which Scarletts perfectly rounded muscle tits took in with glee,
causing her to Laugh out wildly yet again. She simply couldnt think of a
greater pleasure than that of using her body on any man around (a product from
her years of abuse from her husband, no doubt), and whether she ripped them
apart to their screaming deaths, simply left them paralyzed for life, or was
in a generous mood and simply just broke many of the bones in their bodies,
she relished in the thrill of taking a once proud and confident man, and
defeating them with her vastly powerful Amazonian physique.

This mans yells of pain and terror only lasted a few seconds (all too short
for her usual liking, though she was here on an important mission, not for her
own sadistic pleasures), after which time his body was mashed to a heap of a
worthless bone, tissue and organs; causing Scarlett, when she finally did
break through this once sturdy stone wall before her, to roar out with
unbridled power and strength. Her body looking bigger and harder than ever,
her incredibly sexy and shapely muscle packed frame standing triumphant over
all who stood in her way.

"Oooooooh, I am so going to like my new job" she cooed to herself with a
sexily little smile forming across her beautiful, yet terrifying, face. "Now,
lets see just what all this fuss is about....." she continued on, opening up
the newly retrieved files, which were littered with scientific terms, high
tech codewords and the like, making its understanding for anyone without the
proper training all but impossible (which was why her lab never asked her to
not look inside, which surely would have aroused her suspicions from the
start) Fortunately for this amazing woman, who was versed in many such areas,
none of which she had ever had the "proper training" for (thanks to her now
photographic memory and enhanced mind), she had spent her time wisely within
her single days study before coming out in this mission, and absorbed more
than her share of useful information, including the ability to understand what
was now being displayed before her now........something that within minutes of
reading, sent a Rage coursing through every cell of her entire being, unlike
anything she has ever felt.

True to her new employers word, this was a very Top Secret and highly
classified series of files, something that in the wrong hands could prove
disastrous on a truly unreal level to the entire world, though something that
concerned.....no, enraged....this power pulsating female more than anything
else, was the information it contained about she herself. Her real name, her
address, her past, her newfound powers and abilities, anything and everything
she had ever done, from her childhood to her latest series of ultra vicious
UFC matches and savagely seductive rapings, all of it was in this one little
file. In addition to all of her husbands work on this project, enough that if
given to the right team of scientists, could finish what was left out on these
high tech pages, and create a veritable army of super-beings, possibly some on
the level of Scarlett herself. (which she discovered in reading further that
wasnt as easy as drinking as much of the serum as she did, as that had been
tried several times with their top soldiers, their agonizingly painful deaths
being the only and constant result). In reading on, she found a segment that
made her see red with uncontrollable fury, which were hand-written down notes
about her in painful detail, signed by one David F. Sutherland.

"Subject is highly aggressive, especially towards the male
gender.......controlling her against her will may prove to be difficult,
though using her lust for carnage is the most likely course of action.......if
subject proves too difficult, termination would be the only viable
option........if confidence is low for such terminal actions, using subjects
daughter against her has been given the Green Light....." Scarletts eyes
nearly turned blind with rage upon reading through this latest and most
startling section. Threatening her, as punishable as that was, was one thing,
but to do so to her baby girl, the one thing left on this Earth that even her
new Amazonian form would never hurt, and would protect with her very life, was
something entirely different.

So enraged with hate and disgust did she become after reading this, that with
a loud roar she began to burst apart the very foundations of this once
protective complex, ripping through walls and tearing apart rooms with minimal
effort, thanks in large part to her rage induced surge of strength and power.
Her actions were so savage, so animalistic, so furious, that each and every
impact of her massively power packed body on any part of this installation
shook it to its very core. Her screams and yells of rage could be heard for
miles around this isolated desert base, to all but the last surviving members
of this organizations once proud military force, who quickly gathered
themselves with all that they had left at one last chance to bring down this
bountifully berserk beauty. Though if they had even a prayer of a chance to do
so before, in the mental state she was in here and now, they now stood No
Chance at all.

"Threaten me, will you!" CRASH!! "Threaten My Baby!!" CRUNCH!! "Lie to me,
cheat me, kill me!!" SMASH! SPLOOSH! RIP! TEAR! SHRED!, and of course the
obvious sounds of men from all over this super strong, lightning fast, ultra
feminine destroyer; who were giving out their last breaths shrieking out in
pain, crying in agony, at having their bodies ripped apart, mangled to pulp,
and overall crushed in countless different ways, by this truly enraged
she-beast. Her anger at this point was not even directed specifically at them,
but at her new employers, her associates as the Hippolyta Project; who tricked
her, lied to her, planned to use her to fulfill their needs and then dispose
of her when the time was right. Well she vowed to herself the day she emerged
with this new, vastly powerful frame, that she would never be used by anyone,
every again - something that filled her body was so much anger and hatred (and
with it unbridled Amazonian strength), something that she vowed to use against
her former associates in ways beyond their wildest horrors. In the meantime
though, more due to venting her anger over her former sexual enjoyment,
Scarlett tore through this last remaining squadron of heavily armed, highly
trained soldiers; ending their pitiful little lives with the utmost of ease
and incredible savagery. Picturing every head she viciously twisted free from
its neck, every set of ribs that were snapped like twigs against her body,
every single scream that emitted from these formerly brave and confident young
men, were belonging to one Mr. David F. Sutherland; the only joy that she was
experiencing in this latest massacre was that she would be doing this to the
real thing, Very Soon.

So with a last tearing apart of a vastly inferior guard, with the final sounds
of his body crackling and his voice screeching in unreal agony (coupled with a
feminine roar to end this onslaught once and for all) Scarlett made her way
free and clear of this place, a location that at first brought her so much
excitement and enjoyment, ending now in a fit of rage and fury that she never
even thought herself possible. "Im coming for you Sutherland, you hear me, and
nothing on this Earth is going to stop me!" the utterly furious, muscularly
bulging, extremely powerful Amazon growled out to the world around her; as she
made her way back to her vehicle (tearing through the formerly surrounding
security fence like it was paper), and one step closer to her latest mission,
which if she had anything to say about it, canceling her newly formed
partnership (as well as the lives of any who stood in her way) with her own
unique brand of red hot vengeance.

**********

8:00pm the following day, Scarlett returned to the Hippolyta Project labs
(located on a military base that was even larger than the one she had savagely
dismantled the night before) as originally scheduled. Her time between then
and now spent making her way here, fuming and cursing herself for foolishly
trusting a man again, who even at the threat of ending his own life at her
hands, still lied straight to her face and planned to betray her at his most
opportune time. A slight pit-stop at a local gas station, or most specifically
the pay phone outside, to give her daughter a call to see that she was
alright. To tell her (without too much detail for the moment) that something
was very wrong, and to stay at a friends place, making sure to talk to No One
she wasnt familiar with, until she could reach her again. Something her
daughter didnt understand at all, though due to the panic and fear in her
Mothers tone, did as she wished nonetheless. Scarletts bizarre, skin tight
outfit and startlingly fit and shapely physique drawing more than its share of
unwanted attention from the local truckers who used this rest stop to ease
their long travels. Something she soon relieved them off, by dismantling their
multi-ton vehicles with a savage grace and unbridled strength; laughing with
power as they all ran and flee from this scene, for fear of what she could do,
of what she would do, to them if they stayed behind. No time for pleasantries
any longer, as she had only one thing on her mind and that was seeking out
those who planned to hurt her, and hurt them 100 fold First!

Standing on the figurative doorstep of the lab that created her new life and
unreal physique, Scarlett fought back her desire to rip every single brick of
its foundations down to the ground (just yet anyway), as she wanted to make
sure she would have her shot at the man who had so convincingly lured her to
their cause, and who so casually would dispatch her and her daughter if and
when things got too rough. So Scarlett controlled herself, playing the part of
the returned agent back from a successful mission, until she saw the whites of
Mr. Sutherlands eyes; which she would then thrill in popping right out of his
head, followed by the massacre of every single thing within this area.
Pounding on every wall, every door, every person within, until it fell to the
ground in a shattered and broken heap, or until her all of vast physical
strength was gone.

"Agent Codename: Scarlett. Clearance Granted" the computerized voice from the
labs mainframe chirped out, as it took her retinal scan, opening the massive
solid steel set of doors before her, allowing her statuesque Amazonian frame
to make her way inside.

"Scarlett, we caught your little display on our satellites last night, you
were remarkable, better than anything we would have hoped. I truly see a
bright future for you here with us" Mr. Sutherland spoke out, as he made is
way over to the towering supergirl, a wide grin forming across his older,
though handsome, looking face. "Now, if youd be so kind as to give the
documents youve so well retrieved to Dr. Sampson here, we can consider this
mission accomplished and give you your reward for a job well done" the
authoritative man concluded, as another white coated man stepped closer to
their returned secret agent, his hand outstretched to take back what was
theirs.

"Sutherland.......the only thing youre going to get from me, is a death beyond
what your darkest nightmares!!" she growled out, reaching out for the
approaching doctors neck and twisting it around on its neck like a bottle top,
before lunging herself at her ultimate target, only to be taken back by her
passing right through him.

"My Dear Mrs. Grant, did you really think we wouldnt have found out about your
discovery last night, your looking through these very Top Secret files, your
more than apparent fits of rage at learning just what we were capable of, and
to what extent, in order to control you?" David Sutherland made out in a cocky
and all-knowing tone, his physical image temporarily distorted by Scarletts
charge, though quickly returning back to its more visually clear form.
"Holograms. Youd be amazed at what the top minds on Earth could do with
alittle funding these days........then again, maybe you of all people wouldnt,
as who better than you would know of the miracles of modern science, eh Mrs.
Grant" he spoke out with a smile.

"I told you, call me Scarlett!!" she yelled back in anger, as she grabbed a
huge desk nearby and threw it at the object of her rage, only to have it too
pass harmlessly through his currently hologram made form.

"Ah, so you did, though since Im safe and sound elsewhere, and no longer need
your services any longer, I feel I can call you anything I Fucking Well Want!"
he replied back loudly and with uncharacteristic vulgarity. "A shame really,
we had such high hopes for you, and really only planned to use what you had so
obviously read about in Your files as a last resort, something which
unfortunately has come to pass much quicker than we would have liked. Still,
its not a total loss, we have even given much thought about your replacement
in fact. A genetic match for yourself, one that would make for an excellent
test subject with our new serum, complete with a neural inhibitor, making her
completely loyal and dedicated to us without question - your 18 year old
daughter, Jennifer Grant, isnt it?"

"If you touch one hair on her head, Ill Kill You!" Scarlett replied furiously
with a massive involuntary pumping of her unreal muscular physique

"Interesting threat Mrs. Grant, since I can only assume thats why youre here
now" he threw back in her face, "Now please, the files, before we have to put
some of those counter-measures you read about into practice"

"Go ahead and try, and when you fail, and I find you, youre going to wish I
killed you at our first meeting, you Bastard!" Scarlett roared out defiantly.

"As you wish" the virtual image of Mr. Sutherland replied, before disappearing
from this room, which soon had large metal slats SLAM shut over all of the
doors in this room, with a poisonous green gas filtering in from all of the
surrounding vents. "Your strength is unreal Mrs. Grant, far beyond what any
other human being has even known, but even it has its limits, and of course
you still need to breathe. These metal doors are made from some of the hardest
materials on Earth, something I doubt even you can punch through before taking
in more than enough of this gas to paralyze you long enough for our scientists
to test our inhibitors on you, as a test subject before your daughter. Of
course you wont remember any of this when thats all over, so I guess this is
Good Bye, Mrs. Grant" the voice echoing from around the rooms intercoms
concluded, with an evil heckle, which caused Scarlett to roar out in furious
anger, and slam herself into one of these so-called indestructible doors.

True to his word, it held up amazingly well, even against her mightiest
strikes, and he was right about another thing as well, that as incredibly
durable as her body had now become, she still needed to breathe, and this
specially designed gas would have a good chance of affecting even her before
taking in too much of it. This only caused her to savagely pound on the ultra
tough metal plating before her even more, using all of her strength in a
powerful onslaught that only after a several minutes began to even slightly
damage the doors new plating; though with her lungs filled to capacity and
about to burst, was it too late? Scarlett then thought about what Sutherland
had said in the initial meeting, that to accomplish her goals she would need
to use brains as well as brawn; and so she did, in thinking about her
enjoyable demise of The Gray Fox the previous night, thoughts of a way to get
her out of this room, and onward to her assault on this military base, began
to form inside her cunning and crafty little mind. If pounding on these newly
developed, high tech metal doors wasnt doing too much to help her escape, then
she would target the stone and concrete walls around her to do so.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!, went her powerful punches on an open stretch of one of the
walls in this room, and just as she thought, it was hardly protected with
close to the same metallic substance as the doors were, allowing her rage
fueled strength to blow through its several foot wide border much easier,
which allowed her to emerge on the other side, right in the middle of a room
with a squadron of heavily armed, highly trained personnel standing in her
way......the fun was now about to begin.

With a savage female growl, Scarlett lept at this group like a wild jungle
animal, who themselves felt that their special training by the very
organization that spawned her would allow them to succeed where their
counterparts last night failed miserably; unfortunately for them, they couldnt
be more wrong. Specially designed body armor did little to protect against
this incredibly beautiful musclegirls attack, as her perfectly placed,
superhumanly powered kicks and punches tore through them with little effort.
Reaching their way inside to the human cores within, tearing and cracking and
mangling their bones, their organs, their very lives as she did so. Laughing
with a sadistic glee at the carnage she was now causing, enjoying to no end
the conclusion of their lives at her hands, the ineffectuality of their
weapons against her body; even those of the more high tech variety, which
while managing to hurt her ever so slightly, failed to put her down as hoped,
and only made her that much madder, causing her onslaught on their near
endless amounts to become that much more brutal.

"You thought you could control me, eh Sutherland! You think your little traps
and guards can stop me from reaching you and twisted your head Clean Off!
Doing it so slowly that youll be able to feel every single snap and crackle
and breaking of your neck and spine as I do so! You thought you could stop
ME!" the primal supergirl growled out, as she tore through yet another regimen
of this installations security personnel, her anger superseding the normal
sexual thrill ad lust-filled pleasures that usually filled her body during
such acts. Yet another reason for her to hate the man that was her main target
this day, and another reason for her to plan on a wild muscle fucking spree
when this was all over. Unfortunately for her, she didnt have the pre-studied
blueprints of this building as she did with last nights encounter, so she had
to rely on her random movements in the hopes to find Mr. Sutherland, and end
him from the face of the Earth.

Doing so in this current fashion was causing her to burst through walls, rip
open doors, destroying everything that lie within each room, each hallway,
each and every bit of the Hippolyta Project and every ounce of its years long
research that she could get her hands on. Something that she didnt mind in the
least, and planned to do anyway, though that would be after she had achieved
her goal, and David Sutherland corpse was lying on the floor at her feet, as
well as all over the surrounding area. The threat of him making his escape
during her rage fueled attack was too great, so in an attempt to speed her
trek along, just as she did the night before, Scarlett saved the last few
members from the military band that attacked her, taking a bit more time with
their demise. Though while the previous nights was done so for enjoyment and
thrills, this night it was done so for one additional thing, information.

"Tell me where Sutherland is?" she growled out to her first of three entrapped
and horribly beaten victims, which was followed by a brave (though somewhat
foolish) negative reply, causing Scarlett to SLAM his head into the wall
behind him, cracking it wide open like an egg, causing his blood and brains to
slowly ooze down its hard, concrete sides. "Tell me where Sutherland is, or
your death with be so much slower" she spoke out in a very threatening tone,
moving on to the next victim, flexing her already pumped and amazingly
muscular physique in his face; which to this mans credit scared him to Hell
and back, though like his loyal partner before him, he replied defiantly with
a No. This caused the powerfully built Amazon to reach onto his chest and snap
each of his ribs, before moving on to his knees and grinding them to dust
under her heels, then placing both of her hands on either side of his head and
popping its bone hard skull like a balloon. True to her word, she did make it
last as long as she felt she could, making it so painful for her prey that
halfway through he yelled out he would tell her anything she wished, though
his time for cooperation had passed, and his time for punishment was here at
hand. "Tell me where I can find Sutherland, or Ill find a dark closet to hide
you in, come back for you when Im all done, take you somewhere Real quite and
isolated, and spend the next 3 hours showing you Pain unlike you could ever
possibly imagine!!" she spoke out angrily through gritted teeth, making her
incredibly beautiful face look more frightening than ever before.

This last remaining soldier couldnt spill what he knew about his superiors
location, and the basic lay-out of this complex, fast enough. In truth, her
current location wasnt too far off from where she was told he would be, almost
as if some unexplained force was guiding her path of destruction in the right
direction all along, leaving the remains of devastation and death in her wake.
A new squadron of guards intercepted her before too long, which she engaged
with a savage grace and brutal femininity that only she could hope to attain.
Leaps and jumps, kicks and punches, throws and flips, all with the agility
beyond any Olympic gymnast could ever imagine and with a power that even 100
strong men couldnt hope to reach. Erotic enjoyment was beginning to course
throughout her body, during her massacre of these pitiful men before her. The
thrill of ending their lives with just her body, its power, its speed, its
unreal physical abilities, yet again began to create feelings of arousal and
lust to flow over her sexually powerful form Giving her an interesting idea on
how to dispatch of her nearly trusted employer; something that caused a wicked
smile to form across her gorgeously feminine face, with the rage of her
betrayal still burning hot and bright within her very soul.

"You cant hope to win here Mrs. Grant....." came out a very familiar male
voice from all around, coming out to her through the assortment of several
intercoms located throughout this complex. ".....this is the one place where
youre most vulnerable, the one place in all the world that created your
mistakenly granted physique, and the one place where we would know how to take
it away, and Destroy You! Turn back now, and well consider letting you keep
what youve "stolen" from us, and you and your daughter can live in peace.
Continue on, and you shall die a painful, horrific death, right after we do
the same to your lovely Jennifer, right before your eyes"

"If this is your way of calming me down, getting me to turn back and leave
this place before I end your miserable existence, then youre an even greater
fool than Id given you credit for!" Scarlett spoke out loudly with venom in
her voice, the continued threats against her beautiful baby girl making her
feel more pumped and powerful than ever. Something else that charged her body
with a higher sense of confidence in hearing Mr. Sutherlands voice echoing
across the hallways, convincing her more than ever before that she would
succeed, was that he sounded Nervous and Afraid. Almost as if he knew that his
vastly inferior form would be in her grasp soon enough, to be sent straight to
Hell with everything that she was. "Im coming to get you Sutherland, you know
it, and I know it. Theres no where to run, no one left to hide behind, soon
itll be you and me, and Pain unlike anything you could have ever imagined" the
fiery musclegirl made out angrily through gritted teeth, as she continued to
hammer down doors and burst through walls of solid rock. All with just one
goal in mind, bringing down this entire building and all of its works, just
after she gave her unique brand of up close and personal attention to her much
deserving former employer.

Guards continued to rain down on her like water droplets in a storm, but like
the female juggernaut that she was Scarlett took them in stride, ripping them
to pieces and crushing them into fleshy heaps with the utmost of ease, as she
continued on to her desired destination, one that would end with either her
death, or the total destruction of this entire military installation - her
money was definitely on the former. Following some gut feeling, some sense of
mentally installed direction, Scarlett continued onward, using her unreal
physical strength and Amazonian power to wade through anything that happened
to stand in her way, destroying it utterly and without even a hint of mercy.
In fact, her boiling anger still raging as it was, they were now nearly
matched with the building of sexual excitement and furious enjoyment she was
feeling; as a loud series of viciously screamed laughter emitted from her
lusciously red lips, signifying to all around her that not only would their
lives soon be coming to a very painful end, but the person responsible for
doing so was loving each and every second of it - and then some, if taking
into account her bodys sexual moistness and tinglings of intense arousal
flowing through her, something that always seemed to follow any and all usages
from her amazingly powerful physique, especially against the Weaker Sex.

Roughly an hour after initially making her way onto this military labs base,
Scarlett had believed she had now reached her final destination, something
that was supported by a very large door, undoubtedly made by the same ultra
durable metal that was used to entrap her in her first few minutes here.
Though unlike that instance, she didnt need to rush in the making of her way
through, there was no poisonous gas flooding this area forcing her to make for
a quick exit or fall at their hands. She truly believed that if given time she
would have been able to smash through even its high tech metallic frame,
something she felt she had a lot more of now; enabling her to perform this
vastly powerful act, which she knew would add to her preys tension and stress
by leaps and bounds. Knowing that the feel of her never-ending assaults
shaking of this entire building, seeing the formerly durable metal doors dent
and warp and mangle from her superhuman strong impacts, hearing the pounding
of her relentless onslaught on its once proud form, would only help fill her
prey with terror, knowing that his death at her hands was only moments away.

"Stop while you still can! Your daughter may yet still live if you do!" Mr.
Sutherlands voice echoed out loudly over the hallways, something that only
fueled to drive Scarlett on, noticing yet again the obvious threats against
her baby girl, and more than his share of fear and panic in his tone.

"Never!" SLAM! "Im going to see that you get everything that comes to you!"
SLAM!! "Everything you deserve!" SLAM!!! "Im going to make you Pay for double
crossing me, paying with your very fucking soul!!" SLAM!!!!, the furious
Amazon savagely spoke out, as she continued to use all of her bodys now pumped
up physical strength to bash her way in, something even their new ultra hard
metal couldnt withstand forever, and with one more all powerful strike, it
blew open with amazing force, allowing this enraged female super agent to make
her way inside and claim her revenge.

"Foolish Woman, did you really think simple brute strength would be enough to
bring down this highly supported government agency? Even if you destroy every
brick in this complex, we have several more like this one all over the world.
Your little berserker ravings here have done nothing, you hear me, Nothing!"

"Im not here to bring down your "special project" Sutherland, in fact I like
where its ended up so much I think I might just keep it....." she
sarcastically taunted her clearly frightened foe, casually flipping a nearby
desk towards him, watching him dodge and duck out of its way, proving to her
without doubt that this time he was very real before her. "......as for
bringing down all of the Hippolyta Project here and now, putting a huge dent
in their plans with the loss of this base is good enough for me, but hardly
the real reason Im here. Im here for you Stud, and Im not leaving until your
brains and your body are mashed to pulp against mine. So what do you say Baby,
you up for alittle one on one with a big, hard, strong, sexy Amazon woman?"
she sexily cooed, wanting to enjoy her time with this last and most prized
victim, in a way that would satisfy two of her unquenchable desires at the
exact same time.

"Not on your life woman, something that is about to end here and now!" the
high level government agent replied, and with the pressing of a button on a
tiny remote from his pocket, four surrounding doors opened all at once, and
out from them came things that made even Scarlett take notice. "I had
mentioned earlier that while you were the only successful test subject of our
super soldier serum, that their were other attempts.....failed attempts
unfortunately, which turned its "volunteers" into the horrendous abominations
you see before you here" Mr. Sutherland continued on, gesturing to the varied
assortment of misshapen, mutatedly musclebound male forms that now entered the
room. "Each of them nearly as strong as 30 men, each of them with a desire to
maim and kill at my command, each of them completely loyal (due to a few minor
mental adjustments) to me. I can assure you what they lack in pleasing forms,
they more than make up for in Power! Destroy Her......and lets be done with
this once and for all!" he concluded, causing the large gathering of giant
mutates to charge Scarlett from all sides.

"I wouldnt have it any other way!" she growled defiantly back, taking a
expertly placed fighting stance, before looking over at her main target and
cooing, "Thisll only take a second Sweetie, so you be a good boy and wait
there for Scarlett to come and get you, Hahahahaha" she teased out, something
he thought was an utter impossibility, yet something she proved yet again,
that with her, anything was possible.

David Sutherland was right about one very important thing, something that had
helped this raven manned supergirl several times in the past few days in fact.
That brute force, as unreal in amounts that her body contained, was not always
enough to win the day. Skill and smarts were equally important, her brains
being used to escape from her nearly impenetrable poison gas trap earlier,
just as her unmatched fighting ability was to be used here and now. Force
against force, this littering of super powered failed experiments could
possibly have taken down even her, that was if she fought them as such. No,
Scarlett proved that she brought many things to the table this day, physical
power being only one of them. So with a grace, speed and skill that would have
been the envy of any world class martial artist, Scarlett used her amazing
fighting advantage against these musclebound (though slowish and none to
bright) slaves; blocking, dodging and evading their extremely devastating
attacks, while breaking their now super enforced bodies, before moving on and
doing the same thing over and over and over again.

As she moved at a near blurring pace to the normal eye, Scarletts fighting
mastery and unreal athletic agility allowed her to take the advantage in this
once-thought one sided fight. Using her incredible physical strength coupled
with her unrivaled fighting ability, to dismantle this grouping of massively
muscular super soldiers; who in the end, thanks to her using her brains, skill
and might all together, never stood a chance against her. Crackling of bone,
tearing of muscle, rending of arms and legs, removals of heads and crushing of
skulls, this entire display from this perfectly built female form did nothing
but get here more and more excited for the main course, something that was all
too obvious from her erotic moans and feminine groans with each and every
snap, crackle and pop of these once formidable, mind controlled zombies. So
with a final little grunt of effort, Scarlett used her unstoppable thighs to
literally cut her last hulking opponents body in two at the torso, before
landing perfectly on her feet, staring down Mr. Sutherlands shocked and
terrified form, giving him a wide, malicious, ultra intimidating grin.

"A bit longer than I originally thought, but it more than had the desired
affect in the end" she sexily breathed out, as she slowly began to remove her
crimson red gloves from around each of her hands.

"And.......and what might that be?"

"Why, to get me all hot and bothered, Baby" she cooed with an even wider and
more evil smile across her gorgeous face, which was followed by the sexily
performed removal of her long, sleek, matching red high heeled boots.

"What......what are you....."

"Doing? Well, lets just say Ive saved a special treat for you, a way I always
end my Amazonian crushing days with, something I can see youre all up and
ready for already....." Scarlett teased, eyeing up his growing erection from
his beneath his slacks; as she began to unzip her blood soaked, jet black
uniform from around her voluptuously steel hard body, exposing it now to him
in all of her muscle packed glory. Displaying her intensely sexual, insanely
beautiful, totally perfect female form to her prey, the last thing he would
see in his life. "So what do you say Handsome, you ready for the Crush Fuck of
your life.....or is that, Your Death! Hahahaha"

"Now....now Mrs. Grant....please.....we can....I can....." David Sutherland
stuttered out before bolting towards the nearest open doorway, trying his best
to retreat from this room, though his predators speed and strength easily
stopped him from doing so.

"Awwww, now dont tell me you dont like this body, as I can see very clearly
that you do....." she breathed out softly, before savagely ripping his clothes
completely from his body like they were made of tissue paper; leaving him as
naked before her as she was before him, though his fit but outclassed form was
no where near as pleasing to the eye. "So what do you say, are you ready for
me, Little Boy" she sexually taunted the man standing before her, flexing her
muscles in a powerfully hit Most Muscular pose, which pumped her usual buff
fitness level physique into the realm of a world class female bodybuilders,
with the strength that none on this Earth could hope to match.

With that, her face turned deathly serious, as she grabbed his neck with a
single hand, lifting him several feet off the floor, before Slamming his
incredibly weaker body on the hard metal floor with a Thud! Scarlett then
savagely jumped on top of him, straddling his much smaller former with her
own, wrapping her hard, luscious legs around his, locking his wrists tight in
her hands, stretching them both painfully high beyond his head and shoulders.
"I could think of so many ways to end your miserable life with this body of
mine, each and every one of them would thrill me beyond words, knowing that
you would be dying at my hands, relishing your screams of agony at what I was
doing to you, knowing that you deserved every last bone snapping, body
breaking, blood filled second of it. So out of the multitude of ways I could
kill you, I thought the only way I could make your death any more enjoyable,
would be to Muscle Fuck you into oblivion, climaxing all over your
grounded-to-dust body, with the only things heard louder than your
pain-wracked screams being my lust-filled grunts and groans of arousal. I hope
you like to play Rough, Sutherland, because thats all youre going to get from
me!" the vicious redheaded Amazon conquerer laughed out, as she lowered her
giant, muscle filled chest around his head, her dripping wet pussy (aching for
some sexual release since she began her onslaught this day) dropping over
David Sutherlands impressively (and surprisingly) erect cock, encasing him
completely in a steel hard, rock solid, wall of sexy female muscle.

The pressure from her weight alone was enough to cause her entrapped male to
have trouble with each and every one of his breaths, were quickly cut off
completely by Scarletts enveloping muscle tits; which at their softest was
firm enough to knock a man clean unconscious with a few casual strikes, at
their hardest they were strong enough to crush a rock melon (or a mans skull)
with near ease. Something she didnt wish to have happen just yet, as that
would have been too quick an end for what she had planned. No, going all out
so quickly wasnt something she wanted at this point in time, though that didnt
mean she was taking it easy on him by any means, as his screams into her D-cup
pecs could attest, in addition to the very slight crackling sounds emitting
from his utterly over-matched head. In addition to a brutal chest crush, her
thick, shapely and superhumanly strong thighs were having a ball with his
legs. Their smooth, sleek, firmness sexily wrapping themselves around his own
(in a classic Grapevine hold), crushing onto them with very apparent bone
breaking force, while splitting them out away from his body at a very
unnatural angle. Though it was the least expected muscle in her strong and
shapely form that was causing her prey its worst pain, that from her moist,
glisteningly wet, vice-like vagina, which was milking his cock to its fullest;
using it for her pleasure alone, while at the same time giving him
constrictions from its muscular tightness to the point where his erection was
on the verge of being either mashed to pulp, ripped clean off of his body, or
Both!

"Mmmmmm, your body feels so good under me, so weak and pathetic, so frail and
pitiful, so easy to just crush and crackle, exactly the type of man to get me
so Hot and Horny, Baby!" she growled out, with a brutally evil smile and a
erotically dominating look. "Ooooooh yeah, scream for me more Stud, feel your
body snap and pop under my strength and power. That turns me on so much,
feeling me mangle and twist and squeeeeeze your body inside mine, from your
legs....." POP! POP!, went his knees, as she split his legs harshly out away
from his body, ".....to your head...." she cooed out, as her voluptuously
muscular breasts filled with even more rock hardness, causing additional
crackles (as well as screams) to emerge from his face, right into her steel
tight cleavage, ".......to that big, thick, delicious cock of yours, Mmmmmmm!"
she breathed out, constricting her pussy muscles in even more on his dick,
causing it to pop and burst due to the unreal pressure of Scarletts Amazonian
inner muscles.

David Sutherlands body was literally being fucked to death, by a woman whose
very own erotic hip thrusts, sexual gyrations, chest smothers, legs locks and
vaginal walls, were tearing him apart; all the while Scarletts own lustily
quivering form was, simply put, having the best sex of her entire life. It was
only a matter of minutes before his legs were snapped completely and utterly,
shattered to pieces and mangled beyond believe within Scarletts unstoppable
thighs; as well as his cock, mangling and mashed to a fleshy mess inside her
steel tight pussy, which milked and sucked and fucked it to a pulpy wreck,
before rising up from his completely beaten and battered form, ripping it
clean off of him in the process.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!" the once authoritative and dominating older man screamed out,
as pain like he had never experienced before, nor believe a level of which was
even possible, flowed over every inch of his entire body.

"Scream all you want to Lover, that only turns me on more. Ooooooh, but were
not done yet, I still havent "finished", if you know what I mean.......so open
wide Baby, because here I cum, Hahahahaha!" she laughed out, as she plopped
her body back down on top of his, all of its weight onto his torso which
caused a few of his ribs to snap instantly, with her thighs straddling both
sides of his face, a single powerful hand thrusting his open mouth and wagging
tongue as deep into her dripping wet muscular love-hole as she could.

With a savage fury, Scarlett began to thrust her hips into her victims
severely crushed head, fucking his face with a speed and intensity that alone,
without the aid of her super strong body, would have caused him very serious
harm; with the addition of her unreal Amazonian physical strength, it was
utterly and unavoidable devastating. Her Ooooohs and Aaaaaahs of erotic
passion were clear and heard all throughout this once secure and well kept
room, as she animalistically ground her vagina into his face with unbelievable
force and amazing savagery. The perfectly devastating Muscle Fuck, with the
perfectly deserving victim, one who provided Scarlett with the peaks of
emotional as well as sexual satisfaction, one who would spent the last few
seconds of his life feeling wave after wave of sticky, hot cum flowing down
and around his face, before his entire skull was cracked like an eggshell in
between a single super strong arms pushing and her piston like hips powerfully
passionate pulsations. Mr. Sutherland was no more, his life-ending sexual
experience with this sex crazed, vengeance fueled Amazon grinding his body to
a pile of fleshy, bloody pulp.

"Fuck......fuck yeah.....that felt So Fucking Good!" the heavy breathing, eyes
closed, mouth smiling female Goddess sensually spoke out, thrusting her body
into the last bits of her preys bent, battered and totally lifeless form;
savoring every last drop of enjoyment she could get from this poor excuse for
a human being and his demise at her hands. "Mmmmmm, I so have to get back to
the club scene, that was just Too Good!" she cooed out, licking her lips with
the utmost satisfaction after her latest, and greatest, lethal Amazonian sex
session.

She then placed her form fitting, black and red, uniform back over her
lusciously muscular body, before making her way out of this mostly annihilated
installation, doing her part to add to its complete and utter destruction on
her way out; leaving this once proud and heavily fortified military lab as a
shambles of its former self. "Boy Helen, youve really done it now,
Hahahahaha......no, not Helen. Helen Grant is dead......long live Scarlet!!"
she roared out with a proud flexing of her thickly muscled hardbody, as she
strode her way out into the world ahead of her. The beginning of her new life,
in her new body, one that would ensure nothing would ever be the same for her
again.

EPILOGUE:

The Following Day, The Project Hippolyta Labs, Alpha Base:

"Yes sir. Yes, it seems that were looking at a total loss at this facility, Im
afraid that would include Sutherland and anyone else who was inside as well,
sir" spoke out a well dressed man, wearing a stylish black suit with matching
sunglasses, talking into a very high tech looking cell phone. Around him were
other similarly dressed men, in addition to many others in body covering white
radiation suits, all sifting through this areas rubble, looking for anything
of value that could be found. "Subject Scarlett is no where to be found, and
looking at what she had done to this complex, Im not sure what we would do to
her if she was still here. What now sir? Permission to initiate previously
discussed countermeasures. Very good sir, Ill radio ahead and see that subject
Jennifer Grant is in our custody and safely delivered to The Athena Project at
Omega Base by nightfall. Yes sir, I understand the importance of this mission,
and I can assure you, we will not fail again"

THE END.....???