The trans-Mongolian Express part 2 by hero hero141@hotmail.com How an ultra-muscular beauty treats men her own freakin' fuckin' way... In Irkutsk the party got off the train and was taken to the local police office. Before the office a red Ferrari was stationed, the driver still in his seat, attentively watching the party going inside. When they entered the station a couple of police officers were sitting behind the counter who watched in bewilderment the two officers holding Harry, followed by a gorgeous female beauty, her all-revealing clothes fitting her ultra-muscular body like a glove. Huge yet perfectly proportioned muscles bulged from her feminine frame, highlighting every sexy curve of her goddess-like physique... The two officers behind the desk stared in amazement at the big muscle girl keeping the mid-ground between a freaky bodybuilder and a busty porn star. - ... Ehm... What... What can we do for you, lieutenant? - Well, we have here a clear case of sexual harrassment. This man, who claims to be a police officer, was found naked in the train compartment sitting on the lap of this lady. She claims he had the intention to rape her. We want to officially record their testimonies. One of the officers behind the desk, a goodlooking young man, watched Denise intently. His eyes scanned her for clues, trying to read her mind, interpreting her composure. To him the situation was quite paradoxical: a woman with a body like that, dressed to kill, behaving like a shy, submissive and offended creature... Something strange was going on. Yet, he could not keep himself from staring at her spectacular chest, her two impressive gravity-defying tits jiggling within the ultra-tight confines of her latex top... - ... All right... Leave it to us... What's his name? Harry Conway? Suddenly the captain's door opened and Denise was called into his office. The captain was a man in his forties with a formal composure, well-groomed. He could not believe his eyes as the stunning brunette strutted into his office, her muscular curves exploding with sexual power only highlighted by the sexy, black pvc catsuit. The ultra-muscular pin-up provocatively swayed her lush hips and showed off her well-developed curves - alluring, dangerously sexy... He smelled her husky perfume and was immediately enthralled by her overwhelmingly sensual presence. This woman simply drove him nuts. Denise immediately noticed the man's excitement, his trouble in keeping his detached, macho composure. She knew perfectly well the effects her body and dress-code had on men. And the gorgeous muscle goddess did not hesitate to show off every inch of her glorious physique to impudently arouse her mesmerized male audience. She simply loved to arouse and embarass men in public spaces, causing them to have throbbing erection in their trousers, or even have the semen drippping out of their pants... Beaches and swimming pools were her favorite spots, where her passing literally left snail trails of semen dripping from almost every male shorts... The captain politely offered her a chair, trying in vain to cover the hard-on bulging in his pants, stumbled awkwardly behind his desk and safely flopped into his chair. She sensually licked her luscious lips and sat down making sure he had a perfect view into her alluring cleavage. - Well miss, it may seem strange to start our interview with, certainly from the part of an officer of the law, but you are one of the most beautiful women I ever saw in my life. - Well, thanks captain. I feel flattered. But that's exactly the problem: so few men can leave me alone. Some get really excited, aroused. They want to touch my body. Or they want me to touch theirs. The trouble is... Denise pauzed for a moment - a dramatic silence - intently watching the captain as his eyes had all the trouble not staying fixed on her perfect breasts. He felt his hard-on aching for release. This woman simply was his walking wet dream. He had always been attracted to muscular women: they oozed power, sex, dominance... But this beauty sitting in front of him was just a textbook example of the muscular dominatrix... Her bronzed, muscle-packed body dwarfed any man into insignificance, the powerful amazon ready to lure insignificant males into her lair. - ... I like to dress up in leather or latex. It looks mean and dangerous on me, don't you think? It matches up the intimidating image of my powerful muscles... Most men leave me alone then, except for these submissive types... The captain nodded, as if in a dream. - ... Excuse for me saying so captain, but they cum in their pants without me touching them. Don't get me wrong: I don't mind a huge, rock-hard cock on a man, but what I do with it is something belonging to the private sphere. That's something between me and my lovers. A telling smirk crossed her sensual lips and she wickedly lowered her dark brown eyes. Denise deliberately moved her long-nailed fingers through her hair, causing her arm muscles to balloon to mythic proportions. They took on a heightened definition and veins popped into exaggerated prominence as she flexed and pumped the exceptional mounds of sheer female muscle. The captain had never seen anything even close to the size of her ultra-defined musculature. Instantly he came in his pants, a hot torrent of cum the sign of an obviously violent orgasm... - ... I understand. I would not argue with you on that matter. Or on any other matter, he thought... - I know, captain. I know you wouldn't. I'm glad we understand each other. She stood up and stretched her alluring body in front of the drooling man. Denise ran her long-nailed fingers along the silky smooth skin of her face, her throat, her neck. The captain could see how her huge breasts were pushing against her suit threatening to rip it to shreds as her inch long, steel hard nipples pushed obscenely against the shiny black pvc. - You're a nice guy who's obviously into muscle women. I can see that. I'll do you a favor if you do me one... What do you say? The captain blushed. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Denise smirked. She knew she could manipulate this man to a stage he could not even imagine. Men craved for her curvy ultra-athletic body. - I know you drool over my body. Wanna touch me? Wanna feel the power of these sexy muscles? If you give me what I want, I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before. What do you like, captain? And don't be shy. I'm used to quite a lot of fantasy scenarios. - ... Oh my God, Denise. This is crazy. ... This is so wrong... The sexy bodybuilder erotically went over to his chair. - What's wrong, captain? Tell me... The luscious bodybuilder put her hand on his crotch and grinned in mock satisfaction. He was mesmerized. - Oops, captain. What's that? You're quickly excited, aren't you? To say he was excited would be an understatement. He was totally overwhelmed by her presence. In his eyes, she personified what he secretly fantasized about: a voluptuous, super-muscular beauty, clad in black tight-skin latex with nympho urges, remorseless, sadistic as hell. He could not know how close he was to his ultimate fantasy. - What's wrong, captain Mentsjov? You know, this body of mine is capable of a lot more than exciting submissive men. These muscles are not only a joy to look at. They're powerful. Unimaginably powerful. I could rip you in half, or squeeze the last drop of life out of you if I only wanted to. What's wrong with allowing you a choice you actually don't have? What's wrong with granting you a moment of heavenly bliss and godlike pleasure before returning to your pathetic, miserable life in your fucking police station? The muscular goddess sat on his lap, a mocking smile on her gorgeous face. She totally controlled him. She sexily wiggled her tight ass in his crotch. He immediately was hard again. - Tell me, Mentjov. You want me to jack you off? Wanna cum on my tits? She put her arms around his neck and violently forced her huge tits against his face. He felt her hard, vascular biceps pushing against his neck while he rejoiced in the softness of her magnificent tits pushing against his face. The paradox of a pumped-up, rock-hard female muscle and the soft alluring flesh of a pair of huge breasts aroused him noticeably. She moved her soft, oiled up skin up and down his face. A vicious smile crossed her gorgeous face. - Do I scare you, Mentsjov? Because you should be scared shitless if you only knew what I was capable of... All right. Back to business. What I ask from you is this: I want my assailant transferred to the Gulag immediately, without trial. He must be tortured to death there. I have written out a complete scenario and I want the movie of that torture sent to me. I know you can fix that. I'll mail it to you. I'll tell you: it's not for the faint of heart... She got off his lap, opened his trousers and encircled her fingers around his raging erection. Denise began to slowly stroke him. - How's that for a starter? Convinced? Swallowing hard he told her it was convincing enough. His heart was racing like a maniac. - What do you like, Mentjov? Tell me... She ran her hot tongue over his engorged cockhead and took the shaft in her hand. He flinched at the touch. Her licking became intenser, before she suddenly got down on him with a sensuous ferocity, sucking his hard-on like a skilled professional. A couple of seconds later, Denise stopped sucking but continued to manipulate his cock and balls with her expert hands... - Another thing, Mentjov. I want yet another thing... - ... Mmmm... Anything, Denise... Anything you want, but don't stop... Ooooh, that feels good... Her grip strained around his erection. The pumping rhythm increased. The captain moaned in ecstacy. - Before that man is sent to the Gulag I want ten minutes with him. In the basement. That good-looking officer sitting behind the counter can join us to see to it that nothing irregular happens. And not a word about our intimate encounter, nor about anything that happens within the confines of this police office. You'll know soon enough what I mean... - Ooh, Denise... You got a deal. ... Oh my God... This feels sooo good... And with this agreement Denise increased the pumping rhythm and in no time she milked every drop of hot cum out of him. She made him shoot his semen all over the paperwork on his desk. - Oops Cap. Messed up the paperwork... Make the call, Mentjov. Now. And stay in your office until I come back, no matter what happens. Got that? No matter what happens. I'll give you a full treatment when I come back. Time for you to start getting excited! Hehehe... Denise got up, readjusted her ultra-sexy clothes, threw him a kiss and left the room and the astonished captain with his paperwork. He had no time to enjoy his post-orgasmic haze... The good-looking young man behind the counter was already waiting for Denise. Good sex is always so convincing. They went through a heavily protected steel door leading to the detainment quarters. It closed behind them with an ominous sound. They were alone in the basement, except for the one prisoner they were heading to. - You know who I am and what I'm here for? - Yes, madam. Let me take you. - Fine, thanks. I'm glad you came with me. I saw you wondering how a gorgeous female bodybuilder could be involved in a rape case. How it came that a latex-clad beauty with the looks of a dominatrix could behave so tame and submissive... Clever thinking. Denise unzipped her suit and her awesome breasts flashed into visibility, nipples hard as nails. The look on the young man's face changed from a businesslike stare to sheer astonishment. His seemingly nonchalant composure made way for a bewildered attitude, an attitude that showed confusion, insecurity, fear and ... excitement... - You're right, baby: I had alll the trouble in the world playing such a submissive bitch. - ... Oh my God! ... W... What are you doing? What do you mean? - Well, baby. Let me show you... She slammed him hard against the wall, took both his hands in one of hers and held them high above his head. Denise then pressed her glorious body hard up against him and shoved her huge breasts with visible pleasure into his face, pinning him against the concrete wall. The officer was completely overwhelmed and felt how one of her muscular legs settled onto the bulge in his pants and started rubbing it slightly. His first reaction was trying to resist, but he immediately felt that he was utterly powerless against the blatant physical dominance of this muscular pin-up and submitted to her superior touch. Without releasing his hands from her iron grip, she carefully undressed him with her free hand, ripping his uniform to pieces. She playfully touched a number of strategic spots on his body, exciting him, teasing him. The officer was totally naked now, fully erect. And in front of him the apex of female muscularity and beauty dressed in black latex, half naked, ready to strike... The contrast between his rather toned male body and her ultra-muscular, pumped-up physique could not be more striking. Insignificant in comparison. She forced her huge breasts against his naked flesh again pinning him against the wall and moved up and down. As the officer got more excited, he panted and gulped for air. He noticed a mischievous glint in her dark brown eyes. - What's your name, loverboy? - ...J... Jerry. - Well now, Jerry. This is your gun I have here. See it? She grabbed his gun from its holster and agonizingly slowly clenched her fist. Jerry had the uncanny pleasure of hearing the eerie sound of metal being crushed. Large veins became visible on her vascular arm muscles, displaying the incredible power of this sexy überbabe. The naked officer could not believe his eyes: this woman just crushed a gun in her hand! Pulverized it! The look on his face was priceless. He was absolutely scared to death. He started screaming. Denise grinned and muffled the impendent scream against her huge breasts. With the other hand she reached over down to his crotch, grabbing his balls, squeezing them gently. - What if I treated your cock like I treated your gun, worthless fucking asshole? Would you like that? She felt his breath against her boobs, his mouth struggling to say something, to breathe. Denise roared with laughter and pushed his head a little harder against her firm breasts. He knew this muscular beauty could do with him whatever she wanted. She released his head and let him breathe. - Yeah, baby. That's how I like my men: struggling, begging. Well, tell me. How many officers are there working in this police department? - ... T... t... twenty. Her gorgeous face brightened: the delightful prospect of killing twenty men and being able to take all the time she needed to give full rein to her desires sent the familiar tickling through her already wet pussy. - ... Don't kill me... Please... - Why should I, asshole? Give me one reason... Fucking up men like you gets me off. - Oh my God... No, please... The officer knew he was doomed and started to struggle, but this monstrously muscle-packed beauty was so blatantly superior in all aspects. Her hugely sculpted arms - freaky products of thousands of hours of inhuman training in the gym - rippled with sheer destructive power. - If you manage not to squeal like a pig, I might let you live through this... Hang on! The soft grip around his testicles became tighter. He gasped for air as he grasped what she was planning to do. Yet, it was her long and perfectly manicured long nails that drew the first blood. With visible pleasure, the muscular brunette pierced her nails into his scrotum. Her bulbous biceps rose to insane levels of development easily outmuscling any pro male bodybuilder. Slowly, painfully her nails tore and ripped flesh. The look on his face revealed agony, sheer terror, but he managed to keep quiet. He tried to concentrate on her delicious breasts, on her erect nipples, showing how this sadistic dominiation turned her on. He fantasized about how thrilling it would be to have this gorgeous big-titted bodybuilder in the sack. The pain was excruciating. Seconds seemed like hours. - Good boy. That's impressive. You're one of the first to manage to keep quiet. The iron grip loosened up a bit. He gasped for air again. She released him and he immediately dropped to the ground in foetal position, trembling in mortal fear. - Put on some new clothes and get your colleagues' asses down here. I want them all except for the captain around this table in this conference room here. Use your imagination. Don't try anything stupid, baby or you'll have the privilige of spending a couple of days in my torture chamber. I can assure you: the men ending up there absolutely wish they hadn't... Hehehe. OK. Get on with it. (to be continued...)