The game
by GJ



Dear readers,

This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to characters
living or dead, or situations mentioned herein are purely coincidental. Enjoy
GJ

The Game 1

The three friends looked at each other through" bored" eyes. They were sitting
in the basement gym of the largest of the three friends, named Cindy. The
other girls were chatting, bemoaning the fact that they were all alone,
without men. The other girls were named Cindi and Brett. Their description is
as follows:

Cindy : Age 21, 5'6, 168lbs., 16.6"bis, 28"quads, 17"calves, 46"chest

Cindi : Age 26, 5'51/2, 145lbs., 15"bis, 27"quads, 16.6" calves, 45" chest

Brett: Age 21, 5'5, 158.5lbs., 15.5"bis, 26" quads, 18" calves, 39.5" chest

The thing that was so appealing about these women, were that they really
resembled three very famous female bodybuilders. By a coincidence, they had
the same names, as their high profile counterparts. Can you figure out who
they were, dear readers?

They were each doing bicep curls with 100 lb. barbells. The girls were
sweating profusely, and being into a natural scent, they chose not to shave
their underarms, as a sign of superiority. God, if you had been there dear
reader, and seen what I am envisioning in My mind, you would have certainly
shot your cum straight up into the air by now. Imagine, three hardbodies,
pumping huge iron as if it were child's play. They are flushed, hot, dripping
and scented with sweat, sexual desire and youth.

Cindi, the oldest, did her last set( 20 straight curls),utilizing strict form(
of course) and reached down to get a sip of water from a bottle. Her quads
were dripping, as well as her underarms, and huge bis. She loved to squeeze
her victims with either muscle group. It turned her on. As she sipped the cool
liquid, she came up with a plan to alleviate her friends' doldrums......"The
Game". With a twinkle in her clear eyes, she discussed her plan with her two
very sexy companions. "Say girls, let's do The Game. Its been so long and you
know how we love it. We all cum with such intensity...what do you
say?.....Cindy? Brett?

Hearing Cindi's plea, both girls put down their weights. Their six biceps were
so pumped, that one could see the angry red veins popping out like ropes
engorged with blood. They were sweating up a storm and feeling very horny.
Soon the three friends hugged each other and made plans for their "night out".
Of course, they did not shower because that would spoil The Game, now wouldn't
it?

Four hours later, the three amigas casually walked into a night club on the
outskirts of town. Cindy was wearing a red manbeater top and white, skin tight
capris. Cindi, who favored black, wore a sequined tank top and impossibly
daisy duke, red shorts. The last friend, Brett, wore a gold lame see through
top with a navy blue mini skirt that just about covered her wafting pussy.
They were ready, they had locked and loaded.

Looking around, the three muscle lasses sat down at a table near the dance
floor. Hearing a hot salsa number by The Black Eyed Peas, called Sexy, they
got up and began to dance. Their impossibly sexy bods fueled the fire of
desire with the male crowd there. These girls were trolling and they used
their physical charms as bait. Especially since each girl chose a top that was
without sleeves. Their well oiled and sweaty arms gave off just the right
touch, and scent, as well. They were lost in the frenzy of the beat, yet they
were especially aware of three huge guys( probably bodybuilders) gawking at
them.

Stopping after the songs end, they sat down and ordered their drinks, which
was beer of course. As they waited for their libations, they reviewed the
rules of The Game. Ok , if I did my job right, dear readers, your interest
will have been peaked, and possibly something else as well( wink).The game is
played like this: One of the women is chosen by lot, to go up to any three men
she wants to play The Game. The other two hotties watch. The Game is in two
phases. The first part is to give the men a task. The second part ( and it
always comes down...ooppps.. no up)is a penalty phase if they fail the task.
The penalty is harsh as you might expect, no as you cum to expect dear
readers). They are chosen, via a pack of cards, with individual possibilities
inscribed on them.

Phase one began when the women picked from a closed container with 3 straws in
it. Only one is the short straw, and the woman who picks that one, gets to
play The Game. Cindi picked first and got one long straw. Miffed, she passed
the container to Brett. Weighing her options, this beautiful conglomerate of
muscle and power, picked from the container. Now I could draw it out, dear
readers, but as you know in a high pressure, speed -expectant society, we want
to know the outcome with great immediacy. Don't we dear readers? So alas,
Brett also picked a long straw. Moaning with dissatisfaction, she passed it to
Cindy, who of course with a look of glee, picked the one, lone short straw.

Cindy picked three penalty cards from the deck. Not looking, since that would
spoil her surprise, she spied three huge hunks looking over at her, as she
rose from the table. She walked very slowly, with a seductive gait towards
them. As she approached, the three muscleheads stood up( and that wasn't all
that did the same). If the table could rise, as if in a seance, it surely
would have. The men noted her powerful body, her beautiful face and blond
hair, as well as her alluring scent. Getting very close, the men could see the
pooling wetness drip down her huge arms, between her breasts, and under her
arms. If she were facing away from them, they would see the damp ring
perfectly circling her hard, muscular ass, as well. Ok she had them hooked.

All three guys were security, hired out to protect notables and rich folk.
They were deadly tough, and they loved to make women succumb to them. "Hi,
beautiful, what brings you to our neck of the woods", they asked. Cindy
laughed to herself thinking this piss poor pick up line would maybe work on a
corpse or perhaps "Ugly Betty". Looking at them demurely, she explained with,
" Well I saw you sexy men with, oh such big muscles, sitting all by your
lonesome...and I was wondering if you wanted to play The Game with me".
Looking to each other, wondering wtf The Game might be, they said in unison,
"Sure we will play whatever you want, then you can play with the three of us,
whatever We want."

Cindy pushed her hair beautiful golden tresses back from her forehead, giving
the men a chance to see her peaked, hard, round, sweaty bicep. She could see a
bit of a stir in each man's pants...so far so good. Say dear readers, any
stirring in Your pants yet? Looking each gent straight in the eye, the now
very horny muscle lass explained. "Well The Game is simple, I give you a task,
you perform it, you get to be with me...all three of you, tonight. I will
suck, fuck, and blow your mind with my hardbody, tongue, and dripping pussy.
If however, you fail in this task, you must pay a penalty, which my lovely
friends at the other table have written on these cards. You will pick one and
then we will proceed to the mmmmmmm punishment phase. Is that acceptable to
you all, guys?" All three were now so far gone that Cindy could have said
anything and they would have complied.

The task: All three men line up. Cindy is going to flex her huge bicep in each
man's face. He has to look at it, smell her funky arm , and remain intact( not
having cumm in his pants) as she flexes that jawbreaker under his nose. How
would you fare, dear readers.....would you succumb to her beauty, strength and
muscularity? Well the men lined up and waited.

Cindy looked down at her biceps and chose the right one to bring these men
down to their knees( the right one had a tat of barbed wire, around its
circumference). As she flexed up and down, down and up, she smirked and her
hot tongue came out and licked its wicked, high peak. In no time at all, each
man shot his load , spreading gooey stains down the front of his pants. How
about you, dear reader? Need to change anything or wipe off your computer
keyboard?

Okay, Cindy had them now, and she anticipated the next phase. Taking the pack
of cards, she held them out, as each embarrassed muscle freak, took one. Then
she stepped up to Creep1 and asked him to read his card. He did, in a hushed
voice, when he realized its content. Cindy was to break his nose with one
punch. The 6'5" guy turned to his buddies and yelled, "This chick is nuts, I
ain't gonna let no fuckin bimbo break my".......Powwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Cindy hit
him in the center of his face, square in the nose with a right cross. She put
all her power into that punch. She stood and watch its effect. The jerk stood
stock still. Blood shot out of his nose and sprayed it on the walls of the
cabaret. His eyes were already closed and swelling, as his brain realized that
it was invaded by a foreign organ.... shards of nose. He rocked back and forth
and then fell over ...quite dead. Pools of gore and nose bits dripped down.
Cindy had one intense orgasm, as did her two friends watching the "fun".

After a time, she regained her composure and stepped up to the second man.
Well, he turned to run, but Cindy grabbed him by his shirt and hauled his
245lbs up into the air, so that his feet were dangling off the floor. " Not
nice, to welch on a bet, Mr.... Just relax and enjoy. Read the card and do it
now, jerk!" Shaking with fear, his hands moved as if he was having a
seizure......It said that Cindy was going to kick his teeth down his throat.
Pleading now, with all he had in him, this asshole begged on his knees, to be
left alone. Cindy patted his head......"Shhhhhh......it will be okay.....just
look at my beautiful quads, and calves. Notice how my feet looks, in sandals."
As he looked up, Cindy powered her massive quad, in a devastating strike, with
her foot. It rocketed into the sucker's mouth with such force, that he
somersaulted three times before coming to rest upside down by the now
masturbating friends of Cindy. Stopping to check him , they gave a thumbs up,
indicating that all of his teeth were now dust and he had choked on that dust
and blood. Cindy had even broke every bone in his once handsome face. Now all
three friends came with a hot torrent of cum, drenching the floor since they
wore no panties at all.

Two down, one to go. Cindy found it hard to compose herself as she walked back
to her last victim. He had already pissed his pants and was probably going to
do more than that in about a minute. Cindy briefly pondered the term," having
the shit beat out of you", wondering if it were possible. Now this once
powerful man, making people cower before him as a general rule, began to
whimper like a crybaby. Cindy really loved this part, taking his self-
respect, and then his life. She plucked the last card, knowing that this was
not going to read it at all. "Let's see, Oh it says I am to flex you to death
with my biceps. Cool!" Walking over she punched his abs with a tremendous
uppercut. That one punch broke through his abs of steel , like a hot knife
thru butter. As he doubled over, his beautiful assassin, wrapped her left
bicep around his head and began to flex. She could tell he had a hard jaw,
cast iron, yet she was sure her huge arms could shatter that ,as well as the
rest of his head.

After working on it for about a minute, she stopped when she had a CRACKKK.
She felt his jaw shatter on the right side. "Won't be long now,
sucker.....feel the shot from my other "gun". Then she began to press his face
on that other impossible muscle peak. Soon his face was obliterated. It looked
like he was in a juicer and her bicep was the machine. One final flex and his
jaw bone shattered into twelve parts. Cindy stepped back and watched the show.
His head began to grow as these shards blasted upward, blocking nasal
passages, his throat...everywhere. Soon it filled with blood to five times it
size. Counting 1, 2, 3.....Cindy reached the last number, when his head popped
....exploded. The disco ball was full of red, yellow and brown....brain mush
all over. It cast a surreal shadow on the walls.

By now, each girl had exploded with the biggest O of all. It took them all ten
minutes to drag themselves out, into the parking lot, laughing all the way.
They drove quickly to a nearby beach. Throwing their clothes into the air,
they dove into the warm summer surf. It washed away all the sweat and cum from
each muscle maid. In addition, Cindy could feel the muck and body fragments of
her victims wash away ,possibly fish food for the denizens below the surface .
After all, she had played THE GAME and WON, just like a Superior Female is
supposed to do