My Story - Part 5
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


This particular story of my life is difficult to tell, but now after a brief
glimpse into my life perhaps you'll understand how things happened as they
did. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and I had driven to a wilderness area
to run and clear my head from school work.

About mid-morning I was wrapping up my run along the trail. I had covered
eight or nine miles at a nice pace. I was sweating and couldn't wait to get to
the car and have a bottle of the sports drink I put in an ice chest and towel
off. I unlocked the car and was just finishing my drink and toweling off when
a guy pulled his van in beside my car. As he got out he gave me a casual wave
and nod. I didn't think much of it, but nodded back and turned to drop my
empty bottle back in the ice chest. As I did that, I guess the creep walked up
behind me and hit me with something, because the next thing I knew, I woke up
in the back of his van. My hands and feet had been tied.

He must have been stronger than he looked because I guess he was only about
5'-7" and maybe 130 pounds soaking wet. I had 3-inches on him and maybe 30
pounds. Anyway, he was kneeling beside me and had a knife. A big knife, so I
told myself, 'Big knife means he's overcompensating for other shortcomings'.
Why did I think of sex at a time like this?

He cut my sports bra off with one flick of the blade. Next, my running shorts
were sliced away. I really liked those shorts too. "OK, baby," he said, "I'm
going to fuck your brains out." I really hate a foul mouth and the fact that
he was scrawney and smaller than me was not a turn on, but I thought I'd get
him excited just to see what happened.

"Bring it on, stud, let's see what you got" I said, "I hope I'm not too much
of a woman for you." This got to him, because he said, "You're not too much
for me. We're going to have a good time." I smiled to myself thinking, 'I know
I'm going to have a little party, but you probably won't enjoy it.' He sat the
knife aside and was undoing his pants and knelt beside me and pulled them
down. His 6-inch cock sprang free, so I said, "Oh, honey, I don't know, don't
hurt me, OK?" I had been enjoying Jeremy's 11-inch cock, so this 'downsizing'
was a definite turn off.

I parted my legs willingly and he put his puny cock in my pussy. That's when I
clamped my vaginal muscles shut holding him in place. This idiot had tied my
hands in front of me, so it was relatively easy to loop my arms over his head.
He was now held fast to my body. "Oh, that's it, baby, you know how to make a
girl feel good," I told him. He couldn't reply as I had his head held with my
tits.

I pulled my arms apart snapping the rope that he had used to bind me like it
was a piece of thread. I turned on my side and got to my knees. I removed the
rope binding my ankles. Finally it dawned on this guy that he was the one in
trouble here. "Please, please, don't hurt me," he said, "I was only kidding, I
wasn't going to rape you." "Oh, I wasn't worried at all, but you should be,
you asshole," I said, "Let's get those shorts and T-shirt off you," and then
literally ripped them from his body. Now we were both naked in the back of
'assholes' van.

I reversed directions and sat on his face. "All right, bitch, clean my pussy.
Get that tongue in there and clean it out," I said. He hesitated and I grabbed
his now limp cock and squeezed. "Get going, tongue me," I commanded. Finally
he did. I let him tongue fuck me for about ten minutes. "OK, now run that
tongue in my ass," I said. This time he didn't hesitate. I let him lap me
again for another ten minutes. I was totally feeling in control now as this
parasite was putty in my hands.

Here's where, when I look back, things started to get a little weird, even for
me.

I reversed directions once more and knelt between his legs. I was pumped now
and hit the wall of the van with my fist. I didn't hit it full force, but
pulled my punch at the last moment. Still, it left an indention in the steel
that was roughly the outline of my fist. "What do you think of that, bitch,
pretty strong, huh?" I said, "Have you ever known any one as strong as me?"
All he could do was shake his head 'no'. I hit the wall of the van again in a
different spot, and this time I didn't 'pull' my punch. My fist went through
the sheet metal. I had to unclench my fist to get my hand back inside, but the
resulting hole looked like a rocket had gone through the sheet metal. The
guys' mouth hung open and I almost laughed.

He made a grab for the side door of the van. He was quick, but I was quicker.
I grabbed his free arm and snapped it like a twig. He cried out and started to
thrash around. I slapped him with my open hand and must have hit him too hard
because I heard his jaw snap. Now he was really crying and moaning and
babbling. "Calm down, asshole," I said, "I'm going to have to gag you if you
won't be quiet." He wasn't, so I wadded up my shorts and stuffed them in his
mouth. This gave me some degree of peace, but he was still thrashing around.

I now was sitting with my back against the back of the passenger seat,
thinking about what I should do next. Here I was, naked, with this creep in
the back of his van. If I just push open the door and let him lose, he'll tell
the cops I assaulted him, broke his arm and jaw and left him in the wilderness
area. I had a lot of thoughts running through my mind, none of which seemed to
lead to a good ending.

Then, as fate or luck would have it, it fell into my lap. Rather I should say,
'he' fell into my lap. He seemed to be going into shock and passed out. The
creep leaned back and fell between my legs. I looked at the top of his head
and a video came to mind that I saw of a woman crushing a cantaloupe between
her thighs. After seeing that video, I had tried it and thought, 'What's the
big whoop? It's a cantaloupe and it crushed so easy, a schoolgirl could do
it.' So now here was scumbag's head right between my 25-inch thighs. They
seemed to have a mind of their own because before I could control them, they
were squeezing his head. Ever so slightly at first, but then the pressure
grew. It felt marvelous. I don't know what I expected, but the top of his head
didn't come flying off and there wasn't any big explosion, but rather there
was the sound of bone breaking, followed by less pressure then another two
cracking sounds as my thighs constricted further.

I felt his artery for a pulse. There was none. I lifted him by his arm pits
and got him in a bear hug from behind and wrapped my arms around his ribs. I
squeezed and was greeted with the cracking of his rib cage. I was so amped; I
broke a few more bones; leg, fingers and his other arm.

I slowly opened the side door to the van. No one else around, thankfully. I
tried on the guys shorts, since mine were ripped and still jammed in the
creeps' mouth and managed to pull his T-shirt over my head. It was about two
sizes too small, but would have to do for the ride home. I found a small gas
can lashed to some tie downs against one wall of the van and put what was left
of my shorts in the openning. I lit a match, which conveniently was in the
glove box, and touched it to the wick. Soon the van was a smoldering mess. I
got in car and headed for the park entrance.

By the time I reached my apartment, I had calmed down. Jane looked at me with
wide eyes and open mouth when I walked in, not because I was physically any
the worse for wear, but because of the outfit that I was wearing. "Don't ask,"
I said to her, "I know it's a bad outfit, but all I want to do now is get out
of it and get in the shower." She watched wide eyed as I flexed my chest and
literally ripped the T-shirt from my torso. "Well, that's one way to get
undressed, Mistress," Jane said with a smile and followed me into the shower
shedding her own clothes as we went.

That night, with Jane lying in my arms, I thought about brutally killing the
'would be' rapist. He derved it, true, but what really scared me was how out
of control I was. My muscles seemed to act on their own. Was that possible? I
fell asleep thinking of my muscles and their power.