Wendy Takes A Drive by MilesEn@aol.com [The attached story is a fantasy. That is to say it is one of my fantasies. If this isn't your fantasy that is fine. But DON'T write and tell me why you didn't like the fantasy or the situation. They are what excites me and I don't expect them to impact you the same way. DO write and tell me where the writing sucks, or where you would have done something differently to improve the story - I am trying to get better at this. I am not a professional writer, although I'm told the only difference is that I don't get paid for this. If you like stories of women far stronger and more skilled than the men they meet, you may find some enjoyment in these stories. Many of these stories are extremely violent, explicit, and graphic in nature. You must be over 18 to read this.] Send comments to: MilesEn@aol.com Wendy woke up in a bad mood. She had a slight hangover, but no real reason for her anger. She knew that the world better watch out, when she felt like this someone usually got hurt - bad! She knew she didn't have time for a full workout but she always felt better after working her body - so she went over to a set of weights in the corner of the room. She took a 120 pound barbell in each hand and began to do alternating dumbbell curls. She concentrated on strict form to get the maximum from the exercise yet it wasn't until 50 reps that her huge arms even had to start working. At 80 reps her biceps began to peak and reach their full 18" size. At 100 reps the pace began to slow and she felt the blood flowing through her body. She cranked out another 50 reps and felt a pleasurable dull burn in her arms. The veins began to bulge forth and her biceps swelled to the size of volleyballs. She knew she could do more repetitions with this low weight (for her) but she was in a hurry. This small workout would have to suffice for now. She showered and got dressed. The radio had said that it was going to be another hot day, well into the 90's so she put on a tank top and pair of short shorts. She surveyed her body in the mirror. Her long blonde hair framed her beautiful face well. It alone could capture a man's attention, if he didn't see her body first that was. Her body was simply the most amazing piece of female musculature she had ever seen and she was extremely proud of the work and dedication that had gone into it. Her shoulders were broad and rippled with muscle. Her biceps were 18 inches of steel and blood. They were extremely well defined and vascular and looked as if they were about to explode through the skin when she flexed. Her chest could only be called stupendous. Even without the dense muscles of here pecs and back the firm breasts alone would have been well over 40 inches. With the layers of muscle added to it her chest was over 50 inches and rock hard. The breasts hung high and firm with no need of support. She rarely wore a bra, preferring to see the impact her chest had on men. What made the chest even more amazing was that it quickly tapered down to her hard 25" waist and 38 " hips. This made the huge upper measurement stand out even more. The tank top was specially made, as was most of her clothes, to fit her astounding musculature. She liked to leave her arms and stomach bare, to show off the dense muscles. Her stomach was hard and defined with each muscle group obvious even in their relaxed posture. Flexed, they became a steel wall that she felt was impregnable - maybe even bulletproof. Her legs were equally huge and impressive. Her quads were immense and forced her to walk slightly bowlegged. They were incredibly defined and even her glutes were hard and bulged when flexed. Her calves were round and full and crisscrossed with veins. The motion of walking alone was enough to pump them to amazing dimensions. Yes - she liked her body and the effect it had on the wimps. Wendy had always been strong. Back in school, she was stronger than any of the boys before she had ever picked up a weight. She learned early in life how much fun it was to pick on the boys or better yet, to beat them to a pulp. She quickly got a reputation as a bully and she liked that too. She had reason to. The weights only enhanced her physique and strength. She easily remembered the amazement of the boys when she had first bench pressed 300 pounds and then 400 pounds - weights that were barely decent warm-ups for her now. She had worked her body to its fullest and used it often. She posed as a model and was in high demand because of her huge yet shapely body. Even with her amazing size and dense muscles she was extremely feminine and beautiful. She also used her body to enslave men. She had a large stable of wimps who paid her well and regularly to beat them - and some just so she wouldn't hurt them too badly. This combination made her quite wealthy and busy, a combination she enjoyed. Now at 28 she lived in a big mansion with all the luxuries supported by her slaves and her modeling career. She knew that there was no man alive who was a match for her and that she was as strong as any 3 or 4 men put together. Meeting Lynne was a revelation for Wendy. Lynne was the first person - male or female - who was stronger than her. Wendy was amazed at the strength of this beautiful woman. At 5'7" and 135 pounds Lynne was far smaller and less muscled than Wendy's 5'9" 180 pound body, yet she consistently outlifted and outfought her. Wendy had never spent much time on fighting, counting on her strength and toughness to win out (which it always had). She began to hang out with Lynne and agreed to help her train other women, to show them what they were really capable of. With themselves as models, they quickly amassed a small group who worked hard and developed well. It was Wendy's idea to rent the house out in the woods and install cameras to tape their encounters with men. The others had loved it, even the normally reserved Lynne had seemed excited at the idea. The others were soon salivating to be able to do to men what they saw Wendy do on tape. It was Wendy's intent to show the others what she had always felt. It was time to show these weakling men who the real superior sex was. She felt that almost any woman with the right attitude and a little work could develop herself to be more than a match for any man - no matter how big he was. Wendy had been impressed when she saw Tina's tape of her first encounter. She had beaten that big ape pretty well - she didn't think she had it in her. Ellen's encounter with the karate guys left Wendy a little cold. She wasn't much for that kung-fu stuff, but she did like how Ellen got them to cower before her after she had beat them. They were starting to work out well - and other's were wanting to join all the time. Wendy got into the rental car. This car sucked. Just another thing for her to be upset about. They better have her car ready for her today - or there might be trouble. The dealership was empty this early. There were four mechanics in the garage. They were laughing and eating donuts as she walked in. Her car was in one corner, next to a small sports car with its engine out, the engine was supported on a chain pulley off to the side. Wendy sighed and walked over to the head mechanic. He was a large balding man in his early 30's. She asked him how her car was doing. Twenty minutes later she was still discussing it with him. Only more loudly. "I can't believe you haven't figured out what's wrong with that lemon yet," she yelled. "Well we know it's something in the electrical system - we just haven't been able to isolate it yet," Carl the head mechanic replied. "No shit it's in the electrical system," she retorted. "I could have told you that. I'm blowing fuses left and right. I beep the horn and the lights go out. Can't all your fancy electronic devices figure out what's wrong with the thing? And please stop looking at my breasts when I'm talking to you." She didn't mind really, but she knew this would shake him up a little bit. "I'm sorry," Carl stammered and looked away. He found it difficult to tear himself away from her beautiful body. Her breasts were the most incredible thing he had ever seen in real life. He usually didn't go in for the bodybuilder look but this girl was hot! And her breasts were so huge, most bodybuilders had almost no breasts at all - but this girl even with her tiny percentage of body fat had the largest breasts he had ever seen outside of a magazine. At this point the manager walked over. "Ah Miss Landers, I'm sorry to say that your car isn't ready yet." Wendy walked over knowing she intimidated the little man severely. "I think it's time to talk about giving me a replacement car, Mr. Tuttle. Your mental midgets here can't seem to fix the problem." Carl started to say something but Mr. Tuttle cut him off. "That's not our policy, ma'am and I assure you our mechanics are working on it night and day." "Yeah I saw them as I walked in, they were working pretty hard on that box of doughnuts," she replied patting Carl on his expansive middle. Carl started in on Wendy. "Listen lady I don't need none of your shit, we work hard here - man's work. Now why don't you go shove off and do some more steroids or get another breast implant or something." Wendy did a slow burn, this was going to be fun she thought. She walked over to Carl looking apologetic. "I'm sorry my remarks were uncalled for." She held out her hand to the man. He was a good head taller than Wendy, but she could see he was soft. He accepted the hand, "Well thanks it's OK -Hey what are you doing - STOP!" Carl fell to his knees and Wendy crushed his hand with her own. "You couldn't do a woman's work on your best day," Wendy said as she clamped down on his hand. Her forearms and biceps bulged as she ground down on the squirming man. He was pushing and pulling frantic to get out with no success. She knew she had squeezed too hard as she felt the bones in his hand crack. There was an audible CRUNCH as Carl screamed in pain. "Get her off me - God my hand!" The other mechanics were stunned at first but one was fairly quick to respond. He ran at Wendy trying to extricate Carl. Wendy swept him aside and shoved him to the wall. "Now apologize for that steroid remark," Wendy continued to punish the man's hand. Carl had slumped over in pain and was crying unable to respond. Not getting a response Wendy pulled Carl up slightly and kicked him hard in the face. He flew backwards and lay on the floor in a heap, unmoving. Wendy was so intent on punishing this buffoon that she didn't see the guy she had shoved getting back up again. He had grabbed a chain and was using it to club the girl on the side of her head. Wendy felt the chain connect with her temple. She stepped back and grunted in pain. She could see the blood on her face and this made her mad. The guy had wrapped the chain around his hand and tried to throw another punch at her. She caught the punch in mid air and took the chain from his hands. She then lifted the man off the ground and held him overhead. Her muscles bulged obscenely as she heaved the mechanic towards the other two. He flew about 6 feet through the air and landed at the feet of the remaining mechanics. Mr. Tuttle was scared out of his mind and fled back into his office, locking the door behind him. Wendy took the chain and wrapped it tight around her right bicep. She held it tight with her left hand and turned to face the remaining men. "You wimps are pathetic - the five of you together don't even make one decent man - you can't handle one real woman. Here's what a real woman is capable of." As she said this she began to flex her right bicep. She slowly inflated the muscle to its full glory as she watched the faces of the men go from angry, to amazed, and then to fearful. As her muscle expanded the chain proved no match for her body and the links began to pull apart. Slowly the chain broke and landed at her feet as her bicep swelled and grew to its amazing dimensions. She held the pose for another minute flexing her entire body. She could see how tiny the men felt next to her hugely developed body - and this was the way it should be. "You wimps couldn't hurt me with a bazooka. Come at me before I tear you apart. I won't do anything. Come on wimps - afraid of a real woman." She continued to taunt the men for another minute or two - just when she thought she wasn't going to be able to get them to attack her - they jumped her. She laughed at their puny efforts as the three men punched and hit her steely body. She stood unmoving and let them sprain their wrists and break their fingers on her muscles as she belittled them. She laughed at their panting and wheezing as they expended all of their energy in a futile attempt to hurt her. "Ah that feels good guys," she began. "I almost felt that one, keep trying wimps. You guys really are pathetic." She let this go on for a few minutes until the pace began to slow as the men tired. "Now it's my turn." Wendy kicked one of the mechanics in the gut as he tried to throw another punch to her body. He slumped over on the floor. She stepped up over him and placed her quads around his midsection and held him there. She reached out and grabbed the other two one with each hand. She put each in a reverse headlock and began to exert her muscles. She flexed her legs and held the man off the ground kicking and screaming in pain. The two in her arms were equally helpless her one arm more than sufficient to keep the men captive and in substantial pain. The guy between her legs began to scream in pain. "Please lady - stop you're killing me, I'll do anything," he screamed. He began to beat on her legs in panic and pain. His chest felt like it was about to cave in. Yet he was fascinated by her muscles. Her legs were so hard and felt so good. He was in pain and lust at the same time - and started to paw and fawn on her muscular legs. "You bet you'll do anything, I haven't even started yet," Wendy told the man. "That's it massage my legs weak one. How about a little sample of what I can really do." She clamped down on the three men with about half of her total power - she knew if she went all out it would be over too quickly, and she was enjoying herself. All three men cried in pain and begged for release. She let them beg for a few minutes more as she flexed her arms and legs for the men. Finally she released the three men and let them slump to the floor. All three men were out of breath and near unconsciousness but Wendy was far from done. She lifted the two men she had had in her arms. She grabbed each by their shirt and lifted them both off the ground. Her arms and chest bulged with the effort but she held the near 200 pound men out in each arm easily. Then she took the men and crashed them together back to back like a human cymbal clash. The sound was delightful to Wendy as the sound of human contact and screams of pain echoed in the garage. Both men slumped in pain and exhaustion and were unable to put any resistance (as if it would have done them any good anyway). Again she lifted the men high and crashed their backs together. This time it was only the sound of body contact Wendy heard as the two men were out and unable to scream further. She crashed them together one more time for fun - and thought she heard bone crunching as she let them fall to the floor. The third man was in the corner trying to open a side door to get out. He was frantic with fear and this made him slow in opening the door. As Wendy went towards him he fell to her feet and began to cry and plead. He held on to her legs and cried in fear. Wendy liked this and surveyed the room. As she turned she felt a blow crunch her jaw. For a second she was dazed and fell back. Then she blinked and saw Carl standing in front of her. He had a wrench in his one good hand and had smacked her in the head with all his might. She smiled and told him "You're in real trouble now." Carl was amazed that his blow hadn't done more damage and he cowered away from the muscular beauty. Wendy advanced towards him and Carl threw the wrench at her. She caught it and broke it in two with a twist of her hands. She lunged forward and caught Carl in her arms. Placing his head between her breasts she bearhugged him with a fraction of her total power. "You wanted my breasts, now you can see them up close." Carl couldn't believe how firm and hard her huge globes were as the nipples dug into his flesh and actually cut up his face. Wendy continued to rub his face in her chest as she crushed his body with her arms. He was unable to breathe and suddenly he thought he was going to die - in a woman's bosom. Wendy released him and he fell to the floor under the engine on the chain pulley. Wendy walked over and grabbed the engine block. She heaved it up and held it over head. Carl was amazed at her body anew as he saw every muscle bulge on her body. She removed the chains from the block and continued to hold it aloft. Her biceps were huge and her chest threatened to burst from the top as she flexed her body to its utmost. Her legs also bulged and the other mechanic watched in awe as her quads and calves swelled even further as she held the block. Carl was suddenly scared that she was going to crush him with the engine and screamed. Wendy laughed and put the engine down next to the crying man. "Don't worry, wimp, I'm not going to kill you. I've got other plans for this chain, that's all. Now strip - both of you." She looked out at the two men who lay and stood unmoving. "Strip," she said again, "before I get mad." Both men stripped naked as quickly as their pained conditions allowed. She grabbed the two men and held them on the floor. She positioned them so that Carl's face was in the other mans groin and vice versa in the classic '69 position. She wrapped the chains around their bodies tightly until they were unable to move. She then cranked up on the pulley and suspended the two men in mid air wrapped in this fashion. She laughed at their predicament. "You better get busy," she told them. "The only way you are getting down is for you to please each other. And you better make it good or I'll show you what real pain is." She looked over at the manager's door and smiled. "Stay put guys I'll be back in a minute." The men were in terrible pain suspended like this but they dared not yell for fear of what this woman could do to them. The door was locked, but Wendy easily kicked it down and stepped into the office. Mr. Tuttle was cowering in a corner, "Stay away - I'll call the cops," he threatened. She walked slowly over to the man. "Now Mr. Tuttle - here's what we are going to do." --------------------------- Wendy drove down the highway at around 90 miles an hour in her new convertible sports car. All paid for, it replaced the lemon they had originally sold her. She should have really let Carl and that other guy down, but she thought it was more fun to let someone else find them hanging there naked. The other two guys were fine - just badly bruised. Carl's broken hand was the worst of any of the damage. But she made it clear what she would do if they tried to do anything about her actions. She knew they were all too frightened to press charges or attempt revenge and this was the part she liked the best. Four men and she had hardly even had to work up a sweat. "Maybe it won't be such a bad day after all" Wendy laughed as she continued to speed down the road daring any cop to stop her.