Stepdaughter's Revenge Pt. 3 by Musclehead On the day after throwing her stepDad out of the house, Julie was feeling antsy. She had her usual over-the-top energy and was expecting her stepbrother, Marty, to show up and give her a hard time about what she had done to his Dad. But it was getting late and so far, he was a no show. She was really horny, but Billy was in no condition to give her any satisfaction today. Poor Billy. If you have ever played a sport, especially one involving physical contact, with someone who was vastly superior in skill and strength, you would know how he felt on that day after. From a psychological standpoint, it is a humiliating experience. But physically, well, Billy had never been so sore in his life. At least maybe a second stringer going against a first stringer might hold his own, but here was Billy, who never worked out at all, up against Julie, who not only worked out almost every day, but had proven to by gifted from the standpoint of the gene pool and was possessed of truly frightening strength. She had not only twisted him into a pretzel during their wrestling, but she fucked the living daylights out of him while he was still held captive in some of those wholly un- natural positions. So Julie told Billy to go home and take a long, hot shower and rest up. "Marty will be here tomorrow and I want you to be here to for what I have planned." After he left, she put on a favorite workout outfit, a tight tanktop, and some bootie shorts and worked out so intensely for the next two hours that by the time she was done, she was soaked in sweat, her stunning musculature pumped to the max from just doing body-weight exercises. Going into her bathroom, she gazed at herself in the full-length mirror. "Oh, Julie, you are one hot girl." She started to knead her firm breasts, soon running her hands up and down the ridges of her abs, all over every square inch of her powerful body before inevitably finding their way to her sweet womanhood. She was so turned on by her own perfection at this point that the mere touch of one of her fingers to herself sent her into convulsions, causing her to collapse onto the hard, tiled floor where she flopped around like a fish out of water for a good half hour. Her masturbation alone would have exhausted most people, but Julie's energy levels were as far beyond the average person's as was her strength. So she showered and went to bed, proceeding to pleasure herself for two more hours before finally drifting off to sleep. The next morning: "Where are you, bitch?" The voice was loud enough to be heard down in the basement as the back door slammed shut. "Down here," Julie called back, cupping her mouth with her hand like a megaphone. "I don't think it was a good idea for him to call me a bitch, do you, Tommy?" She looked down at him as he answered her with just the movement of his eyes since every other part of his face was invisible, engulfed as it was in her crotch. "What about you, Billy, you don't think I'm a bitch, do you?" He couldn't really answer very well either, with his face shoved in between her magnificent breasts. Julie let them go and as they collapsed simultaneously to the mat, she kipped up to her feet and went over to a darker part of the room where Marty wouldn't see her as his loud footsteps clomped down the stairs to the basement. "What the hell are you faggots doing down here?" "We were wrestling." "What a pussy sport. Fitting for a couple of homos. Billy, I know you're weak as shit. Whoever this guy is, he's obviously stronger than you. I guess after he beats you, you're the one who gets fucked up the ass." "I'm Tom. And we weren't wrestling each other, we were wrestling Julie." "Wrestling a girl. I'll bet she beat you Billy, but'" "You don't understand. She beat us both at the same time." "What? Dad said she was jacked up on steroids or something, but that's ridiculous. You guys must be real dweebs." "I'm just as strong as you, asshole," Tom said as he stood up. "But you haven't seen your step-sister in a while. She's an amazing wrestler. Fast, skilled and she's so fucking strong." "Whatever. Where is the bitch?" "Right here." Julie stepped out of the shadows. She was wearing tight white sweat shorts, obviously altered so they were cut short, right up to her glutes. They were rolled down on top, revealing her beautifully detailed torso, abs, obliques and her exquisite devil's horns, disappearing under the soft white fabric. On top she had a leotard, a couple of sizes too small, also the victims of Julie's scissors, cut in half so it was like a halter, the cuts raggedy for an oh-so-sexy look on that perfect body. The straps of the leotard struggled over her well-developed traps, emphasizing the broadness of her shoulders, which appeared to be almost twice as wide as her amazingly tight waist. In short, she was a walking muscle-girl wet dream. "Damn, Sis. You always looked great, and I gotta say I'm surprised, but your muscles make you look all the more fuckable. And as soon as I beat the shit out of you, that's what I'm gonna do." "Marty, she'll eat your lunch. She the best wrestler I've ever seen, and I guarantee she's a lot stronger than you." "I'm not gonna wrestle her. Like I said, that's a pussy sport. I can't believe that she beat both of you at the same time. That just proves my point about it being a fag sport." "Would you like a small demonstration, Marty? Boys, are you up for another round?" They both nodded their heads sheepishly. Well, in less than two minutes, Tom was on his back, his legs entangled with hers, his arms crossed on his chest and held with one of her hands. And Billy? Poor Billy was wrapped into a ball, the tightest one-armed cradle imaginable. They signaled their defeat and she bounced to her feet, obviously flush with excitement, with the guys just as obviously aroused by her awesomeness, clearly sporting wood, a "short-arm salute" to her superiority. Marty was trying to hide how impressed he was. "Big deal, a couple of pussies get whipped by a jacked up steroid queen." "No steroids, Marty, just good nutrition, hard work, and really good genes, way better than your very average ones." "Yeah, whatever. Anyway, I'm gonna fuck you up with my fists, man style and then I might just fuck you up that nice round ass of yours." "Funny, that's what the last guy said' just before I put him in the hospital." "Yeah, whatever." "Besides. I'm not going to fight you. I've got something better in mind." "What? One, or even both, of these assholes?" "No. Me." A female voice rang out from the open door leading to the other basement room. And then tiny Monica stepped into the room wearing a long robe, several sizes too big for her. "Well, what have we here, a midget?" Tommy immediately expressed concern. He knew she was an amazing specimen, frighteningly strong for her size, but Marty was a little bigger than him and a whole lot meaner, as well as appearing to be in pretty good shape. "Monica, you can't beat me in wrestling, why would you want to mess with this guy?" She came over and gave Tom a kiss on the cheek, having to stand on tiptoes as he bent a little. "Tommy, I'm sure you'll admit that the only reason you beat me is because, down on the mat it's really hard to overcome that seventy pound difference in our sizes, but you know that pound for pound I'm way stronger than you. Two things, first, I'm not going down on the mat with this asshole and second, you haven't wrestled with me in a while and in case you haven't noticed, I've been covering up at the gym because I've been doing some heavier than usual work and eating nothing but protein." She turned toward Marty and slowly dropped her robe to her feet. As Tom audibly gasped, Marty made another smart-aleck comment, but this time to clearly cover his discomfort. "Well, a muscle midget." Monica was wearing an outfit identical to Julie's except that Julie's was white and hers was pink. She had gained about fifteen pounds, all muscle in the last couple of months, and looked absolutely formidable, even more so than Julie since her hundred-fifteen on a five-foot body was even denser than Julie's one fifty- five at five-six. "Let's fight, Dickwad," she said as she put on some gloves that matched the color of her outfit. "You can try to do anything you want to me, even kicking me in my crotch or punching me in my tits. You can try all you want, you won't succeed. I promise that even if you're going for my pussy, I won't go for your balls. I won't need to." She stepped out into the middle of the room and went into a boxing stance and Marty came out and squared off against her. "Little woman, my beef is with Julie but if I have to mess up your pretty little face before I get to her, that's fine." He came at her in a menacing way and began swinging. Any shot to her head met nothing but air, and shots to her hard as a rock torso did nothing. Monica was letting him deliver body shots at will, knowing they would have no effect. And then he made a mistake. As he went for a roundhouse kick, his head lowered ever so slightly, and instantly Monica was airborne, rocketing up so high that her head looked like it was going to hit the nine-foot ceiling. Her knee connected with Marty's forehead and in an instant while still airborne, as the knee struck, the foot came forward into his chest. As he reeled back, she landed, swinging, striking many blows to his body in a matter of seconds. As he went down, she stepped back and waited for him to recover, actually turning her back on him to talk to Tommy for a minute. "Tommy, I just want to let you know that with this increase in muscle mass, I'm confident that I'd beat you now, wrestling, that is. In fact, I might go to the mat with this asshole even though I said I wouldn't." She turned back to Marty just as he got to his feet. He came at her more cautiously this time. Monica stood with her feet at shoulder width and every punch that he threw she simply blocked with open hands while throwing in the occasional punch to his body, so fast he couldn't stop them. Then the taunting began. "Marty, that's your name isn't it? Have you ever been on one of those fitness inspiration websites, like on tumblr.com?" In spite of her talking, she was still able to stop anything he did and he could not defend against her lightning quick strikes. "You know the ones where they say stuff like how you are what you make of yourself, stuff like that." Suddenly she let loose with a barrage of punches and knee- strikes that had him on the floor in seconds. "You see, Marty, that's only true up to a point. You could work as hard as you want and you'll never get close to me. I'm way too fast for you, and in spite of the fact that you're a lot bigger than me, I'm still stronger than you. And your stepsister is a lot stronger than you. We are both the products of hard work and good genes. You are average at best." In fury, he quickly got to his feet and ran at her, intent on tackling her to the floor. Not that it mattered. Monica was ready and in an instant, she was airborne flying at him, legs first. Catching him around the neck and shoulders, she clamped down with her strong thighs and just as quickly her hundred and fifteen pounds of concentrated muscle produced three hundred and fifteen pounds of sideways torque as she twisted out and down, flipping the hapless Marty over her. She used the momentum of his flying body to keep them rolling and when they came to a stop, he was on his back and she was sitting high on his chest. "As you can see, Fuckface, you have no chance against me." She jumped off him and allowed him to recover once again. It clearly wasn't getting through to Marty how superior Monica was to him in every way conceivable. She was way more skilled, a lot stronger and so fast. But he didn't get it. So he came at her again. And the taunts continued. "I personally have nothing against you, retard boy. But I heard enough before to figure out that you're a total asshole. So I might as well enjoy myself as I beat the shit out of you." To add insult to injury, Monica put one of her arms down to her side and for the next minute or two, blocked his frantic attacks with just one arm, even as she continued to tell him how inferior he was. He slowed his pace after a couple minutes of furious swinging due to fatigue, and then she attacked again, fists and knees and feet flying, even elbows contacting his chin, which meant she had to come in very close and actually leave her own body vulnerable. Not that it mattered. She was so well conditioned that if he had been able to connect, his hits would have had no impact. In seconds, he was on the floor again, her power and speed overwhelming him with ease. Monica glanced over at her audience. "Where are Tommy and that other guy?" Waiting for Julie's response, she realized that Julie was in a state of arousal that had left her somewhat speechless. Finally, a breathless Julie managed a few words. "I made them leave. I told them I wanted to be alone with you after you get done dismantling my asshole stepbrother." "Have I excited you?" "Oh, yes. You're incredible. I knew you were a great wrestler. But you can do it all." "It helps to have three older brothers. Oh course, now I can beat any of them as easily as I'm doing to dipshit over here. Watch this." She turned back to Marty, who had stupidly gotten back to his feet. Monica took one quick step and leaped high, a leap probably possible due to her gymnastics training. As she descended down on the poor Marty, she must have delivered a dozen or more punches, kicks and jarring knee-strikes before landing nimbly on her feet, only to immediately jump again and connect a hard knee under his chin as she back flipped away from him, again landing gracefully. As Marty crashed to the floor, she looked back at Julie, who was all but swooning. "Wow," was the only word to escape from her mouth as Monica came over and planted a wet kiss on her slack-jawed friend. "I've never seen anyone as fast as you, and with such power in each punch." As she spoke, Julie pulled Monica's top off, exposing her beautiful breasts which weren't as big as Julie's but were every bit as firm, if not more so. And her nipples were so erect they could probably cut glass. "Girlfriend, you seem to be as worked up as me over your systematic destruction of that poor guy." "I am for sure," Monica uttered as she returned the favor, and began licking at Julie's equally erect breasts. After a few licks, she managed to say, "Actually it's not all that systematic. I sort of improvise my attacks as I go. But I'm not done with him yet. He's felt the power of my hits and kicks, but he hasn't seen what I can do to his body with just pure strength. And believe me, you know how strong I've been in the past, but in the last month or so while you've been pounding away with Tom, almost every night, it seems'" "Are you jealous?" "No, we can share. You and I can share Tom, and Tom and I can share you. Anyway, I've gotten even stronger in the last month or so. Observe." As she pulled away from Julie, she pulled her pink shorts off and threw them back at Julie, then sauntered over to where Marty lay still pretty much out of it, moving with the grace of a ballerina but in the flawless body of a tiny powerhouse. She reached down and yanked his pants off and then tore his t-shirt off him like it was tissue paper. She turned back to Julie and laughed. "Who did he think he was kidding? He may have some rudimentary fighting skills, nothing compared to mine of course, but the gap in our conditioning is even more glaring. I should be calling him Doughboy instead of Dickwad." Monica reached down a grabbed Marty under an armpit, dragging him to his feet. Supporting him so he wouldn't fall over, she slipped behind him and spread him across her shoulders, face up in a classic back-breaker position. She looked back at Julie, who had removed her own shorts and was absent-mindedly fondling herself as she watched her awesome little friend with rapt attention. Monica slowly pressed Marty up until her short, powerful arms were fully extended. Marty was fully awake at this point and yelling for her not to drop him. She didn't. She lowered him back down and then suddenly pulled down, his yells turning to screams of pain as she relentlessly arched his back across her powerful shoulders. Julie was completely mesmerized at this point, crawling over to Monica and sticking her tongue deep into Monica's sweet, dripping pussy. As Monica climaxed, she pulled down so hard on Marty's overmatched body that he passed out from the pain. Feeling his body go limp, she shrugged him off her shoulders and fell into Julie's embrace. "I guess he felt my strength there." The two of them made passionate muscle-love for the next hour while Marty's unconscious body lay next to them. Eventually Marty started to stir. "Julie, Girlfriend, I wouldn't mind watching you go at it for a little while. I mean, I got you going with my demonstration of superior fighting skills. And wrestling is so sexual by nature. I never saw you wrestle Tom but he said it was totally overwhelming, both from the wrestling standpoint and sexually as well. Come on, entertain me a little." "Monica, I know that you're the best fighter I've ever seen, and that you're incredibly strong. But, ya know, even if you're stronger than me, pound for pound, I'm still stronger overall due to my size and I still beat you in wrestling. Marty is in no condition to go up against me right now. As a matter of fact, completely fresh, he would be in no condition to wrestle with me." Julie could see the disappointment on Monica's face. "Girlfriend, he's completely helpless right now, but I want to try out a new hold I've been thinking up. And it would be something I'd only be able to get someone into only if they were already too fucked up to fight back." She stopped talking for a second and pounced on her friend, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the floor and then, staring down at Monica, proceeded to rub her great tits against Monica's until both women exploded once again. After they wound down from their latest sexual meltdown, Julie whispered, "I just wanted to give you a taste of my strength. Now I'll try out my new hold on Fuckface. You know, I haven't seen any guy at the gym within thirty pounds of me, that I couldn't render completely helpless within five minutes if I so chose, so I guess is doesn't matter that Marty can't fight back." But the girls had been so busy with their breast rubbing that they had stopped paying attention to Marty, who had been listening to Julie's plans and had indeed decided to fight back. Julie was still on one knee as she turned towards Marty just in time to see him lunging at her. But that was all she needed. Pushing off with the one foot that she had planted, she met the force of his body flying at her with such stunning explosive power that he was going in the opposite direction in an instant. He crashed to the mat on to his back so hard with her hundred and fifty-five pounds of muscle on top, that he had the wind knocked out of him. Looking down at his convulsing, gasping mouth, Julie sprang forward and planted her pussy on his face, riding him to another stupendous orgasm as he once again was rendered unconscious. She got up and flipped him onto his stomach, looking over at her friend, who was once again pleasuring herself while she watched Julie have her way with Marty. "That was awesome, he had the jump on you, had all the momentum even as you were in a bad position and you still wiped him out in a split second." "Thanks. Now, watch this." She got on her knees down by his feet and then, taking his ankles, lifted his legs. She wedged her right shoulder under his right leg up on the front of his thigh, causing that leg to sort of stick up in the air, and then tucked his left leg under her other arm. Leaning forward, she crossed his limp left arm behind his back and then snaked her right arm under his armpit and up to his head, cupping his chin with her hand. Pouring on the power, Julie pulled back on Marty's head while pushing his leg toward his back with her shoulder, folding him almost in half, the wrong way, wedging that left arm as she went. Suddenly, Marty was awake and screaming his agony. Monica clapped enthusiastically. "What's next, Girlfriend?" What was next was that, from her knees, holding his hundred and eighty pounds on one shoulder with one arm, she lurched to a standing position. Could she make this hold any more devastating? Of course she could. She repositioned her left arm and hand, grabbing his left ankle. Staring at her friend, she slowly, relentlessly, lifted her arm straight out to the side, her arm so much more powerful than his resisting leg, stretching ligaments farther than they had ever gone. It was the most overwhelming hold imaginable rendering him so completely helpless and in such pain that his screams were eventually reduced to a whimper. When he had become almost completely quiet, Julie started whispering into his ear. "Marty, I think I've proven to you beyond the shadow of a doubt that I am physically superior to you in every way possible. In fact, I am so far beyond you that I would be able to overwhelm two of you without really trying. And that excites you doesn't it." She stopped talking for a second as Monica interjected, "He's getting aroused. His dick is puffing up." "Of course it is. Marty, I arouse you more than any woman you've ever seen, don't I? It's my perfect body, my powerful muscles, my awesome tits, my round muscular ass." "He's fully erect. At least one part of him isn't flabby." Julie continued her whispering. "Marty, you are so turned on by my amazing strength that you can't even control yourself even as I have you completely controlled, while using less than my full power. Marty'" She stopped for a second and licked his ear. He moaned loudly. "Marty, you said I looked even more fuckable with my muscles. Well, with the possible exception of my friend Monica here, I am probably one of the best fucks on the planet. Does that excite you, Marty?" He moaned again. "Can I make this hold even more humiliating, Marty?" He could only continue his moaning. "Watch this." She brought his left leg forward and up towards his head, and then quickly letting go of his chin with her right hand, she grabbed his left ankle, pulling his leg to the right while her arm still kept his body and head under control. So now she had his entire body twisted and crushed into an unbelievably unnatural position and locked in place with one arm while his bodyweight rested entirely on her round, hard shoulder. Then she arched her back so that now he was looking up at the ceiling, his pulsing dick also pointing straight up. Monica decided to return the favor from back when she had Marty across her shoulders. She got on her knees and began teasing Julie's clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Julie once again whispered into Marty's ear. "Marty, I am the most awesome sexual athlete in the world. I have your entire weak, flabby body completely under control and your entire bodyweight held on my shoulder as you stare up at the ceiling. And I have one arm free fondling one of my big, firm tits as Monica licks my pussy. Can you envision her tongue in my sweet pussy, the one you had a close-up view of while you were catching your breath." "Which turns you on more, Marty, that vision or the fact that I have you under complete control and held on my shoulder with just one arm? Overwhelming strength, from an eighteen-year-old girl who's been lifting for only two years. Imagine what I'll be like after five or six years. Utter superiority, almost as if I'm from another species. Does that turned you on, Marty? I know it turns me on." "You must be aware by now that I could kill you with my bare hands. And that excites you. Marty, when I tell you the next thing, you are going to come like you've never come before, with nothing and no one touching your dick because you are so excited by my superiority." Julie herself was close to the edge at this point from Monica's expert tongue, and Monica herself was close, her friend's verbal taunts turning her on as well. "Are you ready, Marty? Here goes. I'm so strong that I could actually fuck you to death, and I just might do that." Suddenly Marty moaned loudly and shot such a load that lots of it hit the ceiling and much of it cascaded down onto his face and body. Julie's own orgasm was also so stupendous that she almost collapsed down onto her friend but Monica reached out with her powerful arms, grabbing Julie by the hips and actually held her up until it was over. Julie tossed the broken body of Marty onto the floor. He was crying softly, his whole body heaving every once in a while. Reaching out with a foot, Julie rolled over onto his back. He was still hard as a rock. For the first time she noticed that he was quite well hung. "Paybacks are hell Marty. Are you ready for me to fuck you to death?" "No, please, mercy." Actually, I'd never want your dick inside of me, nice as it is. I can think of only one thing more humiliating than the way I handled you, forcing you to reveal how you were turned on by how much stronger I am, how I can do anything I want to you and you can do nothing to stop me, more turned on than you've ever been. Do you know what that is, Marty?" He shook his head no. "I'm only about twenty-five pounds less than you. You're going to be fucked to death by a woman who you outweigh by sixty some pounds, but your hundred-eighty is flab and her hundred-fifteen is all muscle. And Monica has a killer instinct that I don't have. Good luck." She turned, bent down and gave her friend a kiss. "Do what you want with him, Girlfriend." "Where are you going?" "Upstairs. I told Billy and Tom to wait for me. I'm still really horny. Now, tear him to shreds." And she was gone. Monica turned towards Marty who looked so scared that Monica laughed out loud. "I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to make you wish you were dead. Now, I know that you're not very well conditioned, so I'm going to let your dick recover some before I rip the skin off of it with my pussy. And you won't be allowed to come. I can crush a cucumber in my pussy, I'll stop you cold every single time you're near coming. Every time." With that, she jumped on him, facing his feet, securing his arms under the folds of her knees. Grabbing his ankles, she pulled his lower legs back and started to vigorously rub her pussy on his mouth and nose. Julie smiled to herself as she ascended the stairs listening to her friend's moans of pleasure coupled with his muffled cries into her pussy.