Back when I was in college I worked part time doing maintenance at a
nursing home.  One of the aides was Mildred D. Mussel.  She went by Millie
and wouldn't say what the D stood for; probably another somewhat old- 
fashioned name that embarrassed her a bit.  Millie was in her young thirties,
had shoulder-length blond hair and stood about 5'6".  She also had vascular
hands, thick forearms, and muscle elsewhere that her uniform covered too
well.  Although nothing would develop between us, she definitely stirred my 
imagination.

Now if you've read stories from me before you have already heard this part.
This story is quite violent and a bit nasty.  It is obviously just a story
but there are people that think content they don't approve of should not        
exist... For this reason I always put some type of disclaimer like this at
the beginning.  If you don't like this or don't approve, please don't read
any more.  On the other hand if you do like it I would like to hear from
you.  The last story had over 100 downloads from the Amazon's Arena BBS yet
I only heard from 1 person.  I get the feeling that's fairly normal.  It's 
unfortunate.  If you have a thought, please drop a note to me on the AABBS.  
  ... RichW   3/23/96

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Millie

    An entity drifted through the darkness.  Shapeless, formless, it moved 
as though carried by the wind; yet it sensed, it felt, it was aware.  Millions
of years had passed since it last had a physical form, but time meant nothing.    
It just existed.  It didn't know how to care so it didn't matter why it 
existed, where it was from, none of if mattered.
    There was an active mind nearby.  It moved toward this mind.  The mind 
was forming an image.  She was blond; average height for a female.  Her 
body was different.  The mind envisioned a powerful female form.  A hard 
muscular body with immense strength.
    The image and the mind it came from were noted by the entity.  It 
moved South.
    
    It was a dark spring night, after midnight.  The entity drifted atop a 
clothing store.  The information it had gathered was put to use.  Matter 
began to collect as the entity built a body for itself.  Energy flashed 
and wind swirled as a human form was built as though from the air.  Slowly 
the form solidified.  To say it was solid was not adequate.  The entity had
built a form no human could sufficiently describe.  Soon she sat up.  The 
woman from the mind it had watched sat naked on the flat stone roof and 
looked around.  She picked up a small stone and smashed it to powder between 
her thumb and forefinger.  She didn't think of what she had done.  It didn't
have any significance.  She had just done it.  There wasn't a question of
could.  She simply decided to, then did.
    She ran her hands over her body.  She felt the swelling of each muscle 
as she tensed it.  Blood vessels snaked like vines around her forearms and 
over her swelling biceps.  Her breasts were full and round and very firm.  Her 
muscles were very large, exceedingly hard, and enormously powerful.
    She knew that she should be clothed and that these items were in the 
building below the stone and steel she stood upon.  She knelt down and 
curled her right hand into a fist.  She brought her arm back and punched 
through the roof.  Her powerful hands ripped and mashed the steel as she 
enlarged the opening.  She dropped to the floor below.
    She was in the store's office.  Seeing the breaker panel against the 
wall she decided to knock out the power and in turn the alarm.  She placed 
her hand on the metal box and straightened her arm.  Her hand smashed the 
box into the block wall.  The wall split from the force.
    Satisfied, she emerged onto the sales floor.  In a few minutes she was 
dressed.  Sneakers, jeans, a t-shirt, and an oversized jacket covered her 
well.  She felt she would pass unnoticed on the streets.
    She returned to the office and peered through the roof at the clear 
night sky.  She noticed a floor safe on the other side of the room.  "I 
may need money" she thought.  Can't always break in when I need something.  
Actually I certainly can; but I shouldn't.  Although I look like these humans
if I'm going to avoid drawing too much attention to myself, I'll need to act
human as much as possible.  She reached down and lifted the safe in her 
outstretched arms.  It was a massive iron box weighing several hundred pounds 
yet she moved it about as though it were cardboard.  She began to open it.  
She squeezed the upper corners inward and the three inch thick steel bent.  
A gap appeared at the top of the door.  Her fingers worked into the crack and 
mashed into the door.  She applied tremendous force and the door bent, folded, 
then tore loose from its hinges.
    After removing the cash she replaced the door on the safe.  The metal 
strained and oozed between her fingers as she mashed and worked the box 
into a formless lump of metal.  No one would ever know what became of its 
contents.
    She leapt through the hole in the roof and looked around.  A car had 
pulled up to the back of the building.
    Men!  I hate men!  Then she thought about her new body.  She didn't know
why.  She shouldn't have hated anyone.  The entity didn't have emotion, it 
just existed.  Something in the form she had taken.  The entity felt and
wanted in a very human way.  And this human wanted to see men pay for the 
evil they'd done.  "I'll watch them whimper and cry as I squash them between 
my fingers" she thought.  Her body tensed and her muscles bulged.
    Local police were answering the alarm she had not silenced quickly 
enough.  Mistake, she thought, big mistake.
    She dropped to the ground behind the man.  He turned around.
    "Where did you come from?" he asked sternly.
    She stepped toward him.  She had her jacket on.  He didn't know what 
he faced.
    He lifted his radio.  Before he could speak she snatched it away from 
him.  "I can't let you do that" she explained as she smashed the radio in 
her fist.  Her fingers opened and broken scraps of metal and plastic fell 
to the ground.
    He reacted with aggression.
    "All right Miss!  Put your hands on the car."
    She shrugged her shoulders and complied.
    "Do you feel this is necessary officer?"  She bent her fingers into 
the hood of his car.  The metal creaked softly as it tore.  He didn't 
notice.
    "Well, you just smashed a police radio and you are probably the one 
who set off the alarm in there."  He tugged on her left arm.  She brought 
it behind her back for him.  He clamped a handcuff around her wrist.
    "Smashed a police radio?" she asked.  "Does this mean anything to 
you?"  She brought her other arm back so he could cuff her wrists 
together.
    "Yeah.  Cheap plastic things.  You shouldn't have done that.  Now get 
in the car!"  he ordered.
    "Sorry, I can't do that for you."  She turned to face him and spread 
her arms.  One of the links of the chain broke with a loud snapping noise.  
He pulled his gun.  She held up her wrists to look at the cuffs encircling 
them.  She took one of the metal bands in the fingers of the other hand 
and twisted.  The metal resisted, then gave way.  In a moment, she had 
disposed of the other cuff.
    "I'm not afraid of you."  He released the safety on his gun.
    "I think you should be." she responded.  She set her right hand on the 
car door; the window was down.
    "Get yer hands back in the air miss!"
    "Not afraid, hmm?"  Her fingers smashed into the door.  She lifted the 
car on two wheels.  "How about now?"
    He stared at her; his eyes opened wider.  "A little."  his voice 
shook slightly.  He regained his composure.  "You are under arrest!  Put 
the car down!"
    "Okay.  She removed her hand and the car dropped.  Now for my next 
demonstration..."  She reached toward him.
    His last mistake.  He drew his gun and fired.  Her strength made her 
fast.  She snatched the bullet from the air and displayed it to him before 
mashing it between her thumb and finger.
    She took his pistol from him.  She held it in front of her and closed her 
fingers around it.  It quietly crumpled up in her hand.  She opened her 
fingers to display the mashed mass of metal.  "Cheap plastic is what you 
said about the radio.  How about the gun?  Still cheap plastic?"  She 
threw it away.  Miles away.
    "Perhaps I should beat you now.  Would you like that?"  He shook his 
head violently.  "I didn't think so.  You see, I am the perfect woman.  A 
sound mind and a VERY sound body."  She paused.  "Don't you agree?"
    Fear stepped in and he froze.  "Right this way" she directed.  She put 
her arm around him and lead him toward the building.  The rear door was 
steel but no barrier.  With one arm she folded the door to the side and 
led him in.  There was enough light inside for him to see her.  She took 
her coat off and flexed her biceps.  His eyes widened as she moved toward 
him.  He backed against the block wall and she advanced until her hands rested
against the wall on both sides of him.  Her incredible body lightly pressing
against his.
    "I'm going to crush every bone in your body."  She smashed her fingers 
into the cement block wall, tore a chunk out and smashed it to dust.
    She stood inches from him, looked into his blank stare and closed her 
fingers around his elbows.  "One ... two ... three!"  His body stiffened 
then slumped to the floor.  "Weak heart."  She let the body drop.  The fear
had killed him.  She felt the warmth of her power as she exited.  She walked 
to the car that had been left idling.  A thought occurred to her and her 
contentedness was shown as she placed her hand under the side if the car.  She 
stood up and the car was on two wheels.  "This is easy!"  she spoke then 
casually flipped the vehicle into the air.  It spun a complete revolution 
then crashed to the ground.  She strode away, slowly zipping up her 
jacket.
    
    A few blocks away she encountered a single male.  He was big, mean and 
drunk.  "What are you looking at?" she inquired as she stepped up to him.
    "Hey bitch, want to party?"
    "No"
    "Bitch!"
    "You shouldn't have said that."  Her fists clenched and her forearms 
grew.  She raised her arms and her shoulders swelled.  She curled her 
massive arms and her biceps ripped through her jacket.  Her powerful form 
shredded the garment as power filled her.
    He watched and his jaw hung open.  She advanced and he stepped back in 
wide eyed fear.  "I didn't mean it.  If you're one of those muscle bitches; 
I don't want no trouble."
    "Too late loser."  He had backed against a lamp post and began to 
slump down away from her.
    Millie's left hand reached over his head and clamped on the lamp post.  
Her fingers contracted and the metal crumpled.  She bent the steel post 
down behind him.
    "W-w-w-what you doin'?" he stammered shakily.
    "I'm going to make sure you never bother me again."
    "I won't b-b-bother..."  Slam!  She slapped him nearly to 
unconsciousness.  "Enough!"  He could barely move as she lifted him off 
and ground with her right hand and wrapped the post around him with her 
left.  He hung suspended above her.
    "You can't leave me..."  His voice trailed off as he lost 
consciousness.  Clamping both hands on his steel restraint Millie 
tightened the post around him.  She pulled harder.  The post was stronger 
than his body.  She pulled again and listened to his body break.  She left 
him to slip into non-existence.
    This form has its benefits she thought.  The way this body can use its 
power is exciting.  She walked up the street as she heard the sirens 
arriving where she had been.  The destruction.  The construction of this 
body!  She was soon at the dwelling where she had acquired the thoughts 
about this form.  "This person will be surprised" she knocked softly at 
the door.
    "Millie, is that you?" the young male inquired after opening the 
door.  He recognized the face but seeing her thick vascular arms exposed
made his jaw drop and his knees weaken.  
    "Yes, well sort of.  May I come in?"
    "Certainly."  He was not prepared.
    She stepped inside.  She looked perfect!  Perfect skin, perfect hair, 
perfect hands; awfully vascular though.  She removed her the remains of her
jacket.  Perfect muscles!  He couldn't speak.  He moved in a daze when she 
motioned up the stairs.
    She explained that she was entirely human in form but not in origin.  
It took some effort but they were soon communicating well.
    
    "I need to stop by the bank for a quick withdrawal" she explained as 
she stepped outside.  I watched as she walked down the street.
    She enjoyed the night air.  "Two am, no one out on a week night.  This 
should be easy."  There was a stop sign by the corner.  She glanced down 
as her fingers curled around the fragile steel pole.  She found delight in 
mashing the steel with her sinewy fingers.  The pole twisted and bent to 
the ground.  She released it and continued on.
    She stayed on the side streets on this cool autumn night.  Her 
power-filled arms were exposed at the shoulder.  Muscle flexed and bunched 
under her skin and the continuous pathways of blood vessels.
    A car stopped next to her.  "Hey, bitch!"  a young male voice yelled.  
She stopped.  Another foolish male that didn't realize the magnitude of his
mistake.  "Get off the road bitch!"  
    She approached the passenger door and rested her hands on the window 
opening.  "Look boys.  Look at my body.  What do you see?"
    "You're kinda big.  For a girl."  One managed to stammer out.
    "Good observation.  I suggest you drive on by before I get annoyed."  
Her fingers tore slightly into the door.  Her thick palms dented the door 
where they rested.
    "Listen bitch.  No one tells us what to do."  The passenger spoke.
    "Do you think you could stop me from hurting you terribly.  Watch my 
hands!"  She closed her fingers and crushed the door easily.  "Could you 
keep my fingers open?  Could you keep me from crushing your bodies as 
easily?"  She lifted the car until she was face to face with the 
passenger.  "Tell your buddy to drive off fast.  Before I decide to crush 
you both!"
    She dropped the car and began to walk away.  The car moved slowly 
toward her.  She turned and walked to the car.
    The steel bumper yielded to her super-powered fingers.  She crushed 
her grip into the metal and hoisted the car off the ground.  She was far 
stronger than the gravity that resisted her.  She carried it into a nearby 
yard and put it down on top of a tree stump.
    The young males stumbled out of the car and approached her.  "You're 
pretty strong for a girl."  "Brilliant observation." 
    "Are these guys dim or what?" she thought as she swung her fist into 
his jaw.  Bone mashed and flesh tore as the impact propelled him backward.  
The passenger approached from around the front of the car.  She turned 
toward him.
    "What did you do to him?  One punch... ungh... is he dead?"  His 
breathing grew rapid and he began to sweat.
    "No.  He's still alive.  Barely."  He stopped and she walked to him.  
"Why would you challenge someone that could lift your car with one hand?"  
She held her left hand in from of his face.  He saw her thick powerful 
palm and her vascular fingers.  "Do you have any idea how weak and 
insignificant you are?"
    He was foolish enough to make the fatal mistake of not begging her to 
let him go.  He swung his fist toward her face.  She caught his wrist in 
her hand.  Her grip was painful.  He winced.
    "You think you can harm me?  Look around." she caught the back of his 
neck with her left hand and guided his vision.  "Look at the bumper.  My 
hands did that.  The same ones that now hold your pitiful life.  Look at 
your companion.  With a little more effort he could be dead."  She lifted 
him off the ground and swung him around to face her.  "Now what should I 
do with you?"  She set him down.  He stood where she put him, afraid to move
an inch.
    "I could do this."  She reached down and picked up the unconscious 
driver by the neck.  She wrapped her fingers around the back of his head 
and squeezed.
    "See the way his eyes bulge out?"  His skull caved in from the 
crushing force of her grip.  "He's dying you know."  She finished him by 
crumpling his skull between her hands.  She opened her fingers and let the 
body drop.
    They stood very close, facing each other.  "Don't get any ideas."  She 
brought her right arm up to display her biceps.  A tremendous mound of muscle 
swelled beneath her skin.  He began to noticeably shake.  She relaxed her arm.  
"How strong do you think I am?  If I were you I'd seriously consider begging 
me not to crush your miserable little body.  Let's say that your body is 
playdough.  I want to make a horsy.  First thing to do is to smash the little 
dough boy into a ball."
     She lifted her hand up near his head.  He cowered.  "I'm afraid you 
are going to die."  Sweat ran down his forehead.
    She placed her hands on his upper arms and massaged his weak muscles.  
Her grip was terribly strong.  He winced.  "Gosh, you sure bruise easy."
    She tightened her grip and the first crack was heard.
    "Look at my arms.  See how all the muscles press my blood vessels 
against the skin.  Look at the muscles themselves.  Don't I look like I 
can squash your weak little body?  You should never have made me angry.  
Men get crushed to death when they get me angry."
    Her fingers closed slowly.  Bone cracked, split, and was crushed by 
her super powered fingers.
    A quick powerful slap from her hand cracked his skull and sent his 
unconscious form to the ground.  
    "No one left alive to remember me.  Again."  She smiled.  She reached 
through the driver's door and grabbed the steering column.  She squeezed, 
twisted, and pulled.  It tore loose and the engine stopped.  She dropped 
the debris and continued her walk.
    I'm starting to leave a trail of destruction.  Got to be less obvious 
about my path she thought.  She began to run.  Her super-powered legs 
propelled her past speed limits and to a small commercial development to the 
west.

    A used car lot and a video store.  Wouldn't this make good footage.  
The store will have an alarm.  It looks like I get to toss around a few 
matchboxes first!
    '90 Buick Regal, nice car but needs work.  She touched the windshield 
with her index finger.  The glass cracked and split away from her finger.  
Windshield seems to be shattered.  Too bad.  Let's see under the hood.  
Her fingers ripped through the pressed steel.  Metal crumpled as she ripped 
the hood off.  She tossed it aside.
    She grabbed the alternator, squeezed, then ripped it out.  This is fun 
but it is going too slow.
    She grabbed the car by the bumper and flipped it on top of the one 
next to it.  Soon she walked away from the pile of cars that all showed 
signs that two very powerful hands had crushed their grip into their 
bumpers.
    The video store.  No need to go inside.  I'll just knock a few times.  
She approached the side of the cinder block building.  She pulled her fist 
back then "W H A M !!!"  Dust settled around the large hole her fist had 
produced.  She moved a few yards down the wall.  "W H A M !!!" Twice more and 
the building began to noticeably sag to the side.
    She was ready to leave when a car pulled in.  Four punks.  No great 
loss.  She walked to their car.  Her muscles were pumped and her body 
looked nearly as strong as it was!  They were all staring at her and the 
car sat idling. She leaned forward and drove her fist into the hood.  The 
engine cracked from the impact and sputtered to a stop.
    She walked around to the drivers door.  The door tore off easily.  She 
ripped the roof back so she could get to her victims.  They were all busy 
soiling their jeans as she tore off the drivers safety belt.  "This can't 
save you now" she spoke as she wrapped both hands around his neck.  He clawed 
at her forearms as she lifted his feet off the ground while holding him at 
arms length.  She squeezed.  Her fingers ripped through his neck easily until 
his body dropped away.  She tossed his head aside and returned to the car.  
One in the back had passed out.  She grabbed his shoulder.  The others 
heard bone break as she removed him from the car.  She bent him backwards 
over one of her huge thighs and broke his back.  Ribs snapped as she 
folded his body and mashed it together.  She rested his head against her 
thigh and mashed it against her rock hard muscle.  She tossed the corpse 
through one of the holes in the cement wall.
    Sirens could be heard getting louder.  "Sorry boys.  My time is 
short."
    Her grip crushed the right shoulder of the one in front as she dragged 
him out of the car.  The last one from the back made his move to run away.  
She let him get a head start as she saw to the one she held.
    She dragged him along towards the building.  She held him up by the 
collar against the wall and pulled her right fist back.  He gasped and she 
pounded his head into the wall.  Concrete split and cracked from her blow 
after her fist smashed through the man's head.  She dropped him and took 
off after the last one moments before the police arrived.
    He was running hard through the school yard when she spotted him.  
"Oh, he's a BIG one!  Still too weak but I'll have to take my time with 
this one."  She moved up on him rapidly then leapt over him and landed in 
his path.  She looked at him and smiled.  He stopped short.
    She walked up to him and crouched in front of him.  Taking a firm 
hold of his jeans she ripped them off to the sides.  He was trembling.
    "No screaming now, or I'll twist your head off!"
    He shook as she examined his privates with her hand.  "You are a big 
one.  What do you think, could you make this thing work when you know I 
could squash the life out of you at any moment?"