Kim - part 3
by Musclehead



As Bill lay on the floor trying to recover from his gentle but still
overwhelming encounter with Kim, she proceeded to put herself through a
grueling workout, reveling in her ability to do things that few men could ever
hope to do. She decided to finish off with a burn set on the bench, a set
where much lighter weights are used, but for maybe a hundred very fast reps.
Bill had finally woken up and stood in the doorway from the men's locker room
watching her crank out rep after rep with seventy-five pound dumbbells, which
was a light weight for her.

She dropped the weights on the floor, not something she usually did, but these
types of sets really do burn, hence the name. She thought she was alone, her
gentle domination of Bill a distant memory. But he was watching her, so awash
in feelings of inferiority, knowing he couldn't press seventy-five pounds
dumbbells for one rep, let alone one-hundred.

Sitting up, glancing at the mirrored wall in front of her, she saw his
reflection standing there, somewhere behind her. When there's mirrors
everywhere they play tricks on a person as to where you think someone actually
is because you see multiple images. He was leaning against the door frame of
the locker room, his mouth open in amazement. Deciding to have some more fun
with him, without turning towards him, she whispered, "Come here little man."

She stood, figured out in that maze of mirrors where he was and turned towards
him, spreading her legs some and flexing them, just like she had done with
Paul a few weeks prior. Her hands were on her hips, her arms relaxed. Kim
never "made a muscle" for the last few years thinking that if a person had to
flex to show off their muscles, then they're muscles were not big enough.
Flexing her legs was a little different. This was part of her show of
dominance, and it had it's intended effect.

As Bill obeyed, slowly walking towards her, he thought to himself that she
could probably easily crush the life out of him with those legs, which of
course, she could. "What do you think of my legs, little man?" In reality, the
two people were just about the same size, he just seemed small by comparison.

"I think they're awesome. They're so muscular and yet so beautifully shaped."

"Is that all?"

"I think you could kill me with them."

"I could." She smiled at him. "I think you need a closer look." He dropped to
his knees in front of her. "Kiss them." He obeyed. She slowly turned around.
"What about my butt?" She waited a second for his response." "I can't hear
you."

"Unbelievable" he barely managed to utter. Turning around, Kim noticed that he
was shaking like a leaf.

"Bill, relax. I said I wouldn't hurt you. Yes, I could kill you with the power
of my body. Not just my legs, my arms also. And I could smother you with my
tits while holding you in a bear-hug. But I won't because you seem like a nice
guy and you quickly acknowledged my superiority." He slowly calmed down,
though still on his knees. "There now, good boy. Now, do you think you could
pull my shorts off with your teeth?"

"I can try." And try he did. But her butt muscles were too round and muscular
and the shorts too tight, plus they were sucked into the rather pronounced
crevice between those amazing cheeks. "Okay, you can pull them down in the
back with your hands, and then finish with your teeth." She had kicked off her
trainers a few minutes before as he approached her from the locker room door,
underscoring the idea in his head that she was going to do something to him.
Anyway, he managed to get them down her muscular legs and then pulled them
over her feet, one at a time as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

As he looked up at her for approval from his kneeling position, she pulled her
top off, revealing her puppies, causing him to immediately lose it, shaking
and shuddering while he emptied so much fluid into his shorts that it was
oozing out the bottom.

"Are you just about finished?"

"Yes, mistress. I'm so sorry. You are just so sexy I can't control myself."

"That's okay, but don't call me mistress. It makes it seem like I should have
a whip in my hand, and we both know that I don't need a whip. Call me Goddess
instead, which suggests that at the very least, I'm from a different, and
totally superior species."

"You certainly are superior, Goddess."

"Good boy." After a brief pause, "How much do you weigh?"

"About a hundred and sixty-five."

"Isn't that funny? We're the same height and the same weight and yet I have so
much more muscle than you, and as we both know, so much more power. Anyway, I
want you to help me do my last exercise. And you can service me at the same
time."

Kim lay down on the bench and spread her legs just enough to allow Bill
access. "Now lay on top of my legs with your face at my pussy and start
licking." He did as instructed as she reached up behind her and grabbed the
bar rack for leverage and then keeping her tremendous core rigid, she began to
bring her whole body plus his weight off the bench. The absolutely astounded
Bill began to lick and suck vigorously as she continued, his hands moving to
her incredible butt cheeks, but as she started to get worked up, he started
slipping, so she clamped her knees on either side of his waist, much like she
had done with Fred, but not to hurt this guy.

It happened anyway. As she climaxed, she clenched tight. Bill cried out in
pain, right into her pussy, causing even more convulsive movements on her
part. Realizing what had happened, she released him, and as she spread her
legs, he fell into the bench between them. She made sure he was okay, but she
didn't show any real remorse. "Thank you for helping me with me last exercise,
now there's the door." She gathered her stuff and went into the locker room to
shower and head home.

Kim locked up the gym and as she was heading to her car in the dark parking
lot, she was approached by two young men. "Hey chicky, mas fuerte." Not at all
concerned, she thought to herself, "I guess they're Hispanic, but not like
Juan, the pool boy." As the first guy reached out to grab her, she punched him
in the face so hard that blood and teeth splattered as he fell to the ground,
his jaw broken in several places. The next guy didn't fare much better when
his face got slammed into the hood of her car. She left them lying there,
crying and moaning in pain, As she drove home, she was think how good that
felt, contrasting with how bad she felt having hurt Bill. "I'll have to
apologize to him," she said out loud.

Paul was sitting up in bed, his back against the padded headboard, reading
some legal briefs, the sheet pulled up to his waist. He was naked underneath.
They both slept naked because often, one or the other of them would wake up in
the middle of the night all horny, wake the other and then they'd fuck or at
least have a little sexual snack before going back to sleep. "Where have you
been?"

"At the gym."

"Dressed like that?" When she had put her wife beater back on earlier, she
only got one shoulder strap on, and when she glanced in the mirror, she
thought it looked even hotter, if that was possible. "Were you dressing like
that for your sake or someone else?" She noticed that the sheets were already
tenting, so as she spoke she started to take her clothes off. "Was it some guy
you intimidated with your strength and sexuality, like you did with Juan or
was it more of a Fred type thing?"

"More like Juan, but two Mexicans accosted me in the parking lot. They're
probably headed to an emergency room right now."

"I'm not sure I like all this with stuff other guys."

"I'm not fucking or sucking anyone's dick except your monster.. I thought this
was settled."

"Well I don't know that it is."

Kim moved quickly towards the bed, her voice showing some irritation, or was
it her dominant side coming through. "I don't think you have any say." She
leaped from the foot of the bed, pulling her arms back, bending her knees and
slamming into him full force with her hard torso, her massive tits hitting him
square in the face. It's a good thing the headboard was padded. Before he
could recover from his daze, she impaled herself on him, tied up his arms and
shoulders in what could only be described as a full nelson from the front, and
fell onto her back, pumping furiously from below as she wrapped his legs up in
a grapevine like hold.

Paul was on top but there's no way he was controlling any of the action. She
fucked him non-stop for almost an hour before pushing him off, leaving him in
an exhausted heap and going to take a shower. As the hot water washed over
her, she once again felt awful. "God, I did it to him again."

In the morning, she was once again apologetic and he was almost making excuses
for her, about how she was lost in the moment and how he had no right to tell
her how to use her own body as long as she didn't fuck anyone else. She
assured him that when any of these guys lost it, she wasn't even touching
them. It was simply their response to her awesome power and sexuality. She
told him about inadvertently hurting Bill and feeling bad about it. But she
also told him that she was going to start going to the gym in the evenings,
because there were mostly women during the day and she got a better workout
when she was showing some man, cool or uncool, how much stronger she was than
him. "And if I want to wear clothes that show off my body, well, I'm not the
only woman there who does that, just the only one with a Goddess body."

But if she was looking for confrontations, they weren't likely to happen. It
was evident to most of the men there early on after she started working out in
the evenings that none of them could come close to matching her strength.
There was a gym nearby where most of the steroid taking assholes worked out.
Probably some of them were stronger than her, but some of them, even with the
drugs, couldn't match her strength due to her God given gifts along with her
work ethic. At any rate, she didn't come in to contact with many of those
types of guys at her gym. But that doesn't mean that the gym where Kelly had
been a trainer for many years was Planet Fitness either, you know, "workout
lite".

Then one evening she was approached by a girl who worked out there. She was
about five- six and maybe a hundred and forty pounds, in very good shape. A
recent high school graduate, she had been a cheerleader and these days,
cheerleader's routines were getting more and more acrobatic, requiring some
weight training to be strong enough. And Becky was pretty strong, probably as
strong or a little stronger than that guy Bill, which is pretty impressive for
an eighteen year old girl.

So anyway, Becky asked Kim if she could work out with her one night and of
course Kim graciously welcomed her. Afterwords, they were chatting and Kim
asked her why she had wanted to work out together that night. After all, Becky
had been there at the gym several times when Kim was there. "Well, Mrs. Smith,
I've been watching you from afar. You're so awesome, and your seem friendly
but even though I'm pretty strong, I can tell that you're, like, twice as much
as me. So I was kinda scared to ask you."

"Becky, I won't bite. I only do that to men." They both laughed heartily,
causing other gym members to look their way, although people looking their
way, especially Kim but Becky also, was a pretty common thing.

After the giggling subsided, Becky explained, "I've certainly seen photos on
the internet and heard about women like yourself, who can get extremely
strong, stronger than most men could imagine, and still look so hot that those
same guys can lose it just looking at them. And here you are in the flesh. The
first time," she stopped talking for a second, looking around to make sure no
one was listening, and then continued, whispering, "the first time I saw you,
when I went home and was showering, I was thinking about you I masturbated
while envisioning you lifting those massive weights, your barely covered
awesome body pumped and sweaty. I knew right then that I wanted to be like
you."

"Well, you certainly have a better head start than I had."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I didn't ever start lifting weights until I was in my late thirties."
And I have a chance encounter with Kelly, you know, the trainer here, to thank
for changing my life."

"Late thirties?" How old are you now?"

"Forty-one."

"Oh my God. I thought you were in your mid twenties. Your body, so....." Becky
was so taken aback that she couldn't finish her thought. She sat there staring
at Kim, and then shuddered, ever so slightly as Kim watched something she had
seen many times, although this time her mere presence was having it's effect
on another female. When she settled down, "How did Kelly change your life."

"Well, I had been working out with weights a little to get back in shape after
years of being a mom and letting myself go. I was getting back to being
fitter, playing tennis again, the only thing I had done when I was younger. My
husband exercised as much as he could, but mostly running. So we were at this
store getting rocks for a wall we were building, and there's Kelly, working
there part time 'cause liked the heavy work. She said she could tell that I
lifted weights and that my husband didn't. Then she asked me if he minded that
I was stronger than him. I was floored by the very thought. We found out later
that afternoon that I indeed was stronger, in a rather sexual way. It was such
a turn-on for me."

"And did your husband mind?"

"Well, let me just say that that afternoon, I had never seen his cock so rock
hard." They both started giggling again. "And the rest is history. I wasn't a
lot stronger then, but I was stronger. My husband does hit the weights now and
he's very strong, but I've widened the gap over the years. I have more time to
work out than he does and then there's the genetics thing. It looks to me like
you've got the genetics to get very strong and muscular as well."

"Mrs. Smith, there's another reason I wanted to bond with you. It's my
boyfriend."

"Oh, do you think you want to get stronger than him?"

"Oh, no. I mean I'd love to, if I could, but I don't know if that's possible.
He outweighs me by fifty pounds."

"My husband outweighed me by twenty-five when I discovered I was stronger.
Does he work out with weights?"

"He did in high school. He was on the football team. He could bench press
about twenty pounds more than his bodyweight during the season, so he's pretty
strong."

"Child, that's pretty strong, but that's certainly not really strong. I'll bet
you can bench more than your bodyweight right now, and if you work with me in
a couple of months, you'll go from pretty strong to really strong, for your
size. Do you think he'll like that?"

"Quite frankly I don't give a fuck. He's an asshole and I'm gonna dump him,
real soon. That's also why I wanted to talk to you."

"Go on."

"Well, I was telling him about you and you know, he likes that I'm fit and
pretty strong, says it makes for better fucking,..."

"He's right about that."

"Anyway, when I told him about you that's when he became a total asshole,
saying no woman could be that strong. Then he started saying really nasty
things, like about bull dykes, and steroids and all that."

"Just so you know, I've never done any drugs."

"I didn't think so. But he just lost it. Wound up hitting me a few times."

"So you want to get strong enough to whip him?"

"I do, but that'll take a while. I wanna break up with him, like, yesterday."

"So that's where I come in."

"Well, he said, like I said, that no woman could get as strong as I told him
you are, unless they take steroids or are some kind of huge dyke bitch, as he
said."

"I'll be glad to help. But right now, let's go see how much you can bench."

"Sure. Maybe you'll inspire me." They went back to the benches where some guy
had just finished a set with a hundred-thirty pounds. Well, not really a set,
just two reps. He politely offered to empty the bar, but Kim said thanks that
wouldn't be necessary. As the guy walked away towards the water fountain, Kim
put two more ten pound plates on. "This is my personal best, Mrs. Smith." She
banged out ten easy reps.

"Becky, when a person says it's their personal best, we're talking about a one
rep max. Go get a sip of water while I set the weights." Becky went over and
waited behind the man who had been benching right before her as he finished
his drink. When he stood up and turned around, she looked up at him and gave
him a mischievous grin. He was a good five inches taller than her and thirty
pounds heavier. He didn't realize that she had just done twenty more pounds
than him, but she knew and it crossed her mind that as much as Kim compelled
her to do better, showing up this guy would be even more motivating. When she
got back to the bench, his eyes glued to her nubile body, Kim had taken off
the tens and put on twenty-fives.

"Mrs. Smith, I can't do a hundred and eighty pounds."

"Yes you can. Dig deep. Show that old man who can't take his eyes off you that
some women are superior." Becky looked over at the man, who quickly turned and
got another sip of water. He turned back around and watched in amazement as
this girl benched fifty more pounds than him, five times. She jumped for joy
as Kim told her, "See. You're already way stronger than that guy, and your
boyfriend, for that matter, pound for pound that is. Great job."

Becky looked over at the man and, suddenly full of piss and vinegar, "Hey
mister, wanna wrestle. I'll kick your ass." Kim laughed out loud. She had
found a protege.

Two nights later, "We're gonna do what are called negatives, Becky. You're
going to use much heavier weights and only do the downward move. The while you
rest, I bring it back up until your arms are fully extended again. This will
help you get used to heavier weights and help get you much stronger fast."

They went to the bench where Kim already had a bar set up. "That's two-hundred
and ten pounds, Mrs. Smith."

"If I did my math right, that's what your soon to be ex-boyfriend did during
football season"

"I can't do this."

"Yes you can. You're only doing the negatives. You have to totally control the
weight, lowering it slowly. I'm the one bringing it back up, so you won't
actually be doing the press." Kim put Becky through a grueling workout
culminating with some lateral raises for the shoulders, Becky doing fifteen
pounders, which is a lot for this difficult exercise, while Kim stood facing
her, extending forty pound dumbbells out the the sides of her incredibly
strong shoulders. Afterwords, "let's go use the sauna. You're gonna need it."

In the sauna, which they had to themselves, "Tomorrow's the big night, Mrs.
Smith. Is it all set up?"

Yes, Kelly gave me an extra set of keys. We'll meet here around ten. I'm
bringing my husband along."

"In case the jerk goes berserk on you?"

"Oh, dear child, there's nothing to worry about there. He can bring a baseball
bat if he wants. No, it's just that, if the guy is a total dis-respectful
asshole, like your guy sounds like he is, Paul likes to watch when me
dismantle guys like that."

"Really? How man times have you done that?"

"Only once, actually. His old college roommate, who was a total pig."

The next night, Becky brought Pete, her boyfriend to the gym where they were
met at a side entrance by Kim, who was covered in loose sweatpants and
sweatshirt. "Well, you're supposed to be this super woman. What's are little
contest gonna be now, honey?"

"What would you like?"

"How about a little wrestling?"

"Jeeze, you guys are all alike. You think wrestling is such a manly sport, and
you get to put your slimy hands all over me. I was thinking more about some
weight lifting."

"I'd rather wrestle."

"Well, if you insist. Show me what you got." Pete stripped down to his shorts.
"Well, at least you'll hold up better than the last guy. You might have a
chance of not winding up in the hospital."

"Ha. Big words coming from a woman. Why don't you show me now how you're going
to back those tough words up." Kim slowly removed her sweatpants first, the
shit eating grin leaving his face, as he saw those full, detailed legs. Then
she pulled her shirt off, and it seemed like the blood drained from his face
as his started to become aware that Becky's visual description of Kim was very
accurate.

She had on some white sweat shorts, cut very high on the legs, and rolled down
on top, revealing most of her powerful lower torso, those devil's horns that
pointed to the promised land. Her tee shirt was cut to just below her boobs,
leaving bare the rest of her core, rounded rows of abs, deep serratus, the
whole package. The shirt was not particularly tight, unlike the shorts which
looked like they were just about painted on. But still, even with the relative
looseness of the shirt, there could be no doubt that her breasts defied
gravity. The sleeves had been torn off a regular shirt, rather than the shirt
having been made as a sleeveless shirt. So those larger openings, and the
tattered edges further emphasized how amazingly wide and round those shoulders
were.

All in all, there could be no doubt that this was one extremely hot and very
powerful woman. In spite of being stuck in the past when it came to women,
Pete seemed to sense that this woman could kick his ass. And then, "Becky told
me that you hit her. Not a good thing to do, so it's time to pay for that."

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. How about if I admit that I was
wrong? Okay?" He turned to walk towards the exit, but Paul blocked the way.

"Too late asshole. Men who hit women deserve to be punished. And what better
way than by another woman, a woman who is guaranteed stronger than you can
imagine?" For the next half hour she kicked the shit out of this guy. Well,
she didn't kick him, that definitely would put him in the hospital. But she
threw him all over the place, and tortured his body with all kinds of holds,
bending limbs in ways they weren't meant to go.

One painful hold in particular really stood out. Pete was on his stomach and
his arms were on his back, but not in a chicken wing. They were straight and
she had one leg with her thigh over the top. Her knee was bent, and her lower
leg was back under them and across his back. Her other folded leg was on the
back of his neck and one hand was on the back of his head. She had crossed his
legs and was pulling both of them up towards his head with her other hand,
almost bending him in half the wrong way. It was such a devastating and
painful hold that it took what little energy he had left right out of him. The
slaughter ended with Pete across Kim's broad shoulders in a classic
back-breaker, her pulling down hard, him screaming. She felt him go limp and
so she just shrugged him off onto the floor.

"Paul, put him in his car, and then get in ours and go home. Wait for me
there." Becky could see that Paul was a powerful guy, but she knew Kim was far
superior because Kim had told her so. Still, she was amazed at how quickly he
did what he was told. She wanted to have that kind of power also. When Paul
was gone with Pete draped over his shoulder in a fireman's carry because he
couldn't walk on his own, Becky started exploring Kim's body in an almost
worshipful admiration but things slowly evolved into mutual fondling and
licking for over an hour.

End Pt. 3