The trans-Mongolian Express. by hero hero141@hotmail.com It was a boring trip. The vast and unaltered horizon passed by. Huge granite formations, rugged limestone escarpements, once in while an oasis... Very few exciting events occured during the three day trip through the Mongolian prairie. A desolate part of mother earth that is only disturbed now and then by the trans-Mongolian express passing through from Ulaanbaatar to Moscow... And Harry was on it, sitting alone in a compartment, trying to kill time by reading the police files of a couple of ex-cons that disappeared last month. Didn't report to their parole officer... Just vanished. They seem to be part of a major crime organization specialized in drug traffic from the East to the West. His new case. Staring down the infinite prairie, his thoughts wandered to more acute problems. His colleague, inspector Jack Bailey, disappeared yesterday in Ulaanbaatar. He just didn't show up in the hotel. No mail, no call, nothing... He had been working for ten years with him now. A swell guy. A true familyman. Their history went back through numerous police cases, and also included their common interest in professional basketball, both advocating the Moscow Giants. His musings were interrupted when the door of his compartment opened and a superior specimen of the female sex entered, a ravishing beauty, a gorgeous brunette of the type you only encounter once or twice in a lifetime - if you're lucky... Blatantly self-confident, with an almost arrogant self-indulgence, her sensual lips turned into a smile. Most men would commit a murder for such woman to only look into their direction, let alone notice them and smile... And then he saw her dress and body! This woman's physique was the stupefying combination of lush showgirl curves and rock-hard, vascular muscles contained within the tight confines of a skintight, black pvc catsuit, so deeply cut that her armor-plated abs were completely visible. The catsuit stretched around her muscular body almost to the breaking point, leaving the ultra-developed trapezoids, broad shoulders and thick arms uncovered. Harry thought he was dreaming and swallowed. His gaze fixed on the smooth and hardened contours of her abdomen and the perfectly elliptical shape of her hips. In the corner of his sight he noticed how the steel of her nine inch stiletto heels flickered and reflected the sunshine as the train rushed through the sun-drenched desert. - Hi sir. Is this compartment number 45? Harry saw how her awesome arms bulged as she innocently moved her fingers through her long black hair. Her biceps simply exploded! Unconsciously his mouth dropped open, his eyes inadvertently focused on the mighty cleavage of the breathtaking female before him... You could see her steel hard nipples push obscenely against the absurdly stretched pvc, which had the unfair task of trying to restrain her spectacular 42DD. Harry's heart was racing. He was intimidated, both by her blatant sensuality and by the superior animalistic power she oozed. - Ehm... That's right... Seats 45-1 and 45-2. - All right. Then I'm ok. By the way, I'm Denise. They're big, aren't they? Harry jumped and blushed. He hoped she did not see how his cock throbbed noticeably between his legs. He smelled her husky perfume, enthralling him. - Oh, I'm sorry... It's just that... - ... that they're big, firm and sexy... I know. His eyes eagerly explored every inch of her pvc-clad dreambody, and then finished their exploration by staring at the naked flesh of her barely covered breasts glimmering with the slight sheen of sweat. As she lifted her baggage onto the rack, he saw her back muscles spring to life, flexing traps and shoulders, amazingly striated delts. It was obvious that the muscular beauty deliberately lifted her heavy luggage very slowly - almost in slow motion - in an intimidating show-off of her ultra-athletic and pumped-up physique. Harry immediately notices the tiny thong gracefully pushing through the shiny pvc, highlighting the sexy curves of her glorious glutes. - I'm... I'm Harry. - Nice to meet you, Harry. What brings you around this part of the world? A lost love I hope? A tiny smirk crossed her lips. Her dark eyes seemed to size him up. Like an animal that sizes up its prey. The man sitting in front of her moved awkwardly on his seat, desperately trying to hide his still throbbing erection in his trousers. - Oh no. I'm here on business. I'm a police officer. - Gosh, the strong arm of the law... I love strong arms... As to virtually compare his power against her amazing female musculature, the gorgeous amazon flexed one of her mighty biceps, meandering veins pumping hot blood through the huge muscle causing it to peak at an incredible 22 inches! - You're amazed? Harry fel silent, absolutely stunned by her display of female power and beauty. He felt so weak in front of so much muscularity and provocative sensuality. So tiny, so insignificant. The submissive male in front of the absolutely superior female... - Oh my God... Denise... I... I... I'm breathless. I've never met a woman like you... - That's what most men say. And they're right. There aren't that many women around that work out four hours a day, seven days a week... It's only one of my addictions... The sheer size and hardness of her muscle bulk was awesome. Combined with the feminine and ultra-sexy voluptuous curves of her gorgeously fit physique Denise's beauty was simply out of this world. Harry was speechless, having a hard time focusing on anything else than her sultry body and inviting cleavage... - Yes, I could tell you work out a lot. Jeez, you make Schwarzenegger look ridiculous. And that's meant as a compliment, I assure you... - Thanks Harry... Work out a lot? I'm a fuckin' beast in the gym! And not only in the gym... Her smile sent shivers down his spine. As Denise made herself comfortable in her seat, Harry could not help noticing her tight, rippling abs, her beautifully pierced belly-button and the pvc totally stretched out over her huge, obviously firm bust. He knew this woman was 'extraordinaire' in every aspect... She certainly could get any guy she wanted. Just imagine what this ultra-developed body was capable of in bed... Harry was getting more and more aroused. - May I ask you what you do for a living, Denise? - Oh sure. I'm an actress. I exhibit this marvellously chiseled body in every way. Mostly underground movies. Basically porn, but with an ultra-violent side to it. For people who like sex and violence, you know. You see, my muscular physique breathes power, and these filmmakers love to have me in their cast. Wanna watch a movie? - ... Ehm... Sure... - I just shot one in Ulaanbaatar. An interrogation type of movie. Mostly torture scenes. I warn ya. It's not for the faint of heart... It's quite gory, but it's fiction you know... Denise got up and placed her portable on the small table in the compartment. She arrogantly pumped up her biceps, watching them swell and strain, they were hard and gleaming. Huge mountains of massive, bulging power. Incredibly developed... Denise smiled as the first images rolled off the screen... A small chamber, a small table with all kind of strange instruments and a naked man chained to the cold, steel wall. He wore a mask and was heard sobbing, crying silently... The camera moved to the door as it opened and a scantily clad female beauty entered the room. No doubt who that was. Dressed in a white transparant swimsuit highlighting every curve and muscle of her body, Denise did not waste any time. The gorgeous muscle chick stepped to the man in the chains and grabbed his cock. - Inferior fuck! You know why you're here, asshole? - ... Hmmmmff... Nn.. No... - No? You don't? I would suggest you make every effort to do exactly what I expect you to do. Because if you don't, I'll have to punish you. Do you understand? You could see the veins on her arms as she flexed the obviously pumped-up brawn, rippling with power, lined with devastating definition. Despite the awkward situation he was in, his cock reacted independently to her superior touch. Denise expertly squeezed his penis and massaged the blood-engorged head with her thumb. You could see in close-up how she traced her razor sharp fingernails over his hard-on. - Do you understand? - ... Yes. Oh yes... Oh my God... Please, don't hurt me. Please... I beg you... God, please... - God has nothing to do with this! I'm playing God around here. I decide what you think, feel, do, and whether you live or die. Got that? The superior bodybuilder continued massaging his cock. The man was in mortal agony, sensing the seriousness of the situation. He fought to gain control of himself but did not quite succeed. The sexy female predator's touch was overwhelming... He managed to nod. - OK. Some men think they will leave this room alive without telling anything. They try to act heroic. But I'm a pro. You see this body? And to show she meant business the beautiful behemoth moved the other hand over the magnificent, muscular curves of her physique, highlighting every muscle. And she was big. Incredibly big. Through the holes in the mask the begging man saw her carved superiority. An unreal body... He had never seen muscular development like this on a man, let alone on a woman! - My body's not only a joy to look at. It is as strong as it looks. And stronger. It is so easy to fuck up a man. To demolish him both physically and mentally. It's my job. And I'm good at it... Unimaginably good... Denise was still moving her hand up and down his shaft. Slowly jacking him off. You could see by the movement of his body that he was enjoying her experienced amazonian touch. He inadvertedly pushed his pelvis forward, thrusting his cock harder in the powerful grip of the gorgeous bodybuilder. She smirked. Her gorgeous face could not hide the disdain she felt for his meagre five-inch boner... Still, she continued to jerk him off. - We found you going through documents in the office? What were you looking for? - I was looking for some documents... The huge amazon smiled... - Documents eh? What kind of documents? Don't fool with me or I'll rip off your balls and force you to eat them! - Documents on the organizational structure and its correspondence. - Now you're talking... That's good. Found out who's in charge? Found out who's taking the decisions on big business? Watch the arm I'm jacking you off with. You could see by the look in his eyes that he was terrified, petrified. He stared into her beautiful eyes, twinkling with sheer sadism, showing she enjoyed every second of his agony. - Look at my arm I tell ya! Asshole! It's big enough to notice, don't you think? He felt the pressure around his cock increasing, squeezing as she flexed her awesome arm muscles. He gasped. Although it was far from the right time for anatomic contemplation, he could not help thinking her arm muscles were textbook examples of perfectly proportioned human anatomy, in this case proportioned big and vascular beyond telling. You could see the striated tendons of her deltoids and pecs going over into a broad shoulder and an arm that was more like a huge pillar of power: extremely defined peaking biceps, huge mounds of destructive power! Her arm simply dwarfed his thighs, incomparable to her perfect majestic female physique. He moaned at her expert touch, his body tightening, his breathing becoming labored. - This arm alone can beat you to pulp. You know that? It can rip you apart without even trying hard... And now I'm jerking you off with it. You like that, don't ya? You must be terribly excited. I sense the throbbing hardness of your cock. You ache for release, don't ya? The man nodded, trembling in anticipation of what the sadistic beauty would inflict on him. She teased him, gently squeezing his erect shaft. - Would you allow anyone to interfere with your business, if you had a woman like me at your command? A gorgeous muscle goddess who makes killing look like an art, who turns torture into poetry, whose sadism is only surpassed by her sexual appetite? You'd hire me, I'm sure... Problem for you is that someone paid an awful lot of money to fuck you up. This person wants me to go all the way if you fail to cooperate. You don't really have a choice now, do you? - Oh... Please... I'm not a traitor... I can't tell you... Please, I can't... A sadistic grin crossed her lips as she stepped back, released his cock and took a baseball bat. A steel one, blood from her previous victims still encrusted on the shiny metal... - I'll give you a little preview of things to come and then I'll ask you the question again... I'm sure you'll find this a foolish decision... You'll notice that this instrument I'm holding is much more dependable than this inferior piece of meat you probably call cock. Hahaha! You fuck with that tiny thing? Watch this and enjoy! The voluptuous female sensually licked the cold steel of the baseball bat before she brutally hit his lower legs with devastating force. You could see how the steel bat simply crushed his shin bones, his legs giving in to the enormous impact, his feet dangling limb in an awkward angle... She roared with laughter as he wailed in pain. No doubt the bones, muscles and tendons in his lower legs were demolished. She had hit him with so much force that she knocked a huge dent in the steel wall behind him. Excruciating pain was all he was capable to experience. Denise held back for a second to amusedly watch how he collapsed, how he received her brutal attack. She rejoiced in his frantic screaming, begging her to stop. His lower legs had been destroyed completely, bones pulverized, muscles smashed, blood soaking from his knees on... A horrible sight... - OK, dickhead. Let me rephrase the question. Denise cooed as she reached down and firmly grabbed his flaccid cock and started stroking it again, hushing... Soon his member was as hard as before, despite the pain... - Did the muscle babe hurt you, baby? Poor boy, come here. She lifted the bag on his head a little bit and engulfed his mouth in hers and kissed him dominantly, her tongue exploring the depths of his mouth... He was nothing more than a vulnerable toy in her lethal hands, her body bulging with glistening power. - I'll do you so slowly, you'll be able to experience each and every torture as a joyful step towards your final liberation, death... Hahaha! Denise stopped the movie 'in medias res' and watched Harry's reaction intently. She could see he was terribly excited. She grinned. Harry tried desperately to contain himself, his erection stirring powerfully between his legs. - I see you like it... I didn't realize you were into that kind of fantasy stuff, Harry... The ultra-sexy bodybuilder beckoned to his crotch and smiled. - ... Mm... I... I'm sorry... I'm not... Really... I'm so sorry... You're so hot, Denise. - Well, yeah. That's the idea behind these movies. Men are nothing but a toy in my expert, yet lethal hands. You can continue to watch if you want... Problem is that the movie takes another three hours... It ends with his head being smashed to pulp against my tits. There are worse ways to go, don't you think? He looks at her monumental chest, her ballooning boobs gleaming erotically, screaming to be worshipped... - ... Yes... I guess... - Yeah, I'm not that bad. It's gonna be out next year. Still a couple of scenes need to be shot. I'll send you a copy when it's ready... - The special effects man and make-up artists must have had lots of work... - Yeah, sure. Loads of work... Hehe. With this she got up again, put away her portable and suddenly placed her hand on his crotch, feeling his raging hard-on. With a voice between threat and flirtation: - Hey Harry, what's the matter here? We're excited, aren't we? Pull off your trousers. I'll jack you off. Harry sat there, dumbfoundedly, remaining numb. Could she be serious? - I'm sure you'd love me to jerk you off. Your cock's been hard since the moment I entered the compartment. Didn't you think I didn't notice? He watched her reach out and firmly grab his pulsating penis. - Don't worry, baby. I'm addicted to hard-ons... You'll love this... Harry stared at her arm and saw her pumped-up muscles flex and explode. His view of her spectacular cleavage was excellent: Denise's firm round globes almost burst out of the ultra-sexy pvc-outfit. It did not take long before he shot a considerable load of thick cum on the window. - Oops... You're a bad boy, Harry... - Oh my God, Denise. You're so sexy... You are my walking wet dream... So alluring, so intimidatingly beautiful, so muscular... Denise smiled her predatory smile. She was used to how men reacted to her physique, certainly if her outfit involved latex, leather or pvc - only covering a small portion of her alluring flesh - and high heeled boots. He sighed and swallowed. In his excitement Harry touched her awesome arms, feeling the dense and ridged muscle mass. This woman surely had not wasted any time in the gym: heavy weights, hours of extremely hard labor... The only time to let her physique relax was when strutting around and showing off her sexy body just to intimidate the other weightlifters, dwarfing them, nullifying them... - It's nice to see you're into muscle. Now, strip naked. I want you hard again, Harry. Now! This was the part of the routine she enjoyed very much. The moment that men gave in to her, the moment they obeyed her commands immediately, without caring what happened next. Only interested in her touch, her body, her muscles, her pumped up steel hard glory, irrespective of its social consequences... She read Harry's doubts in his eyes, he did not know how to react to so much overt sexuality, to this extravagant command for sex. He felt intimidated by her obvious thick and shapely musculature combined with her unreal womanly curves. To draw him over the line, she beared her upper body, unzipping the pvc dress: her massive, voluptuous, firm breasts sprang free! The sight of Denise's fully exposed ample 42DD made his limp and useless penis stiff in no time. Harry's mind was all lust... He quickly undressed and sat naked before the stupefyingly beautiful muscle goddess, who covered up her massive breasts again... - I knew my babies'd get you hard again. As you'd probably guessed by now, I like my men submissive. Submissive and hard. All right, masturbate for me. He watched her in amazement. She reached over the small table, grabbed a handful of Harry's hair and forced his face against her pvc-clad breast. - I'm sure you have something like these in mind when you masturbate, haven't you? Jacking off can't be that difficult when your hardbodied dreamwoman is sitting before you? Just grab your fuckin' cock and start moving your hand up and down! Harry marvelled at the commanding tone in her voice. Sitting naked and masturbating in a train in front of a complete stranger was complete lunacy for a man in his function. Still, this woman was more than he could ever have imagined. A Muscle Goddess forcing him to masturbate sent unbridled ecstacy throughout the deepest vaults of his mind, thrilling his very soul. Within seconds Harry's second load of semen dripped from the window. - That's a good boy, Harry. I want you to sit on my lap and massage my tits. She raised her huge arms above her head, thrusting her proud bust forward teasing the pvc, stretching it to bursting point... The sight of the alluring flesh within the confines of the shiny pvc got Harry to boiling point in no time: Denise amusedly watched how his penis stirred into a throbbing erection again. - Ready to cum again? Hahaha! He sat on her lap, his cock touching her rock-hard abs, his hands wandering over her breasts, leaving her nipples hard as steel. Denise's nails wandered over his back sending shivers down his spine. It was an absurd sight: a naked man sitting on the lap of a pvc-clad sex bomb, muscular beyond imagination, dwarfing his athletic body, making any comparison with her muscular splendor absolutely ludicrous... And then suddenly... - Good afternoon madam, sir. Tickets pl... What? What's happening here? The conductor's mouth dropped open when he saw the naked man in the compartment his face buried deeply in the impressive cleavage of a ravishing beauty. Harry startled, got up, trying in vain to hide his throbbing hard-on from the conductor's appalled look. In all his years of service he had never encountered a situation like that. He hesitated for a moment, but then called the two police officers who were always travelling on the train to deal with any irregular situation. Denise put up her most innocent face as these two entered the compartment, smelling of beer and corruption... - Officers, I'm so glad you're here. I want to press charges. This man here, he has been masturbating in front of me, but I didn't dare to run away. He said he would kill me if I did. I was horrified... He told me he was police officer and would have me arrested if I did anything. - Th... That's not true! ... She's lying! ... Come on, Denise. ... You can't be serious! The semen was still dripping from the window, obvious evidence of the woman telling the truth. Harry continued to protest but there was too much in favor of Denise's story to listen to his pleas. The gorgeous muscle goddess grinned in grim satisfaction as they carried him away, half-naked and handcuffed. - Madam, you'll have to join us to the police station the next stop - in Irkutsk. We need an official statement. Denise showed them a bit of cleavage and continued to play her role of the woman in peril brilliantly. - I would be glad to follow you. How easy it was to lure insignificant males into the Devil's pit... (to be continued...)