The following is a work of fiction - of course! It contains graphic and perverse acts of sex, domination, and general weirdness! I totally understand if that is not your thing; simply move on to something that's more to your taste.
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The character of Angela Mao is very loosely based on a real Martial Arts actress. No offence is intended to her.
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Li Yang examined the young woman before him with a professional eye. As one of the better detectives on the police force he liked to think of himself as a skilled judge of people, and whenever he encountered anybody in connection with his work he liked to take a moment to summarise his impressions of them. It had often proved rather helpful in subsequent investigations.
She was dressed quite well, he noticed. Not the high class designer clothing of a rich woman, but nor the cheap, faded, worn clothing of a poor one, either. Her clothing was off the rack, but they were good, well made garments, and showed little sign of wear.
Similarly, her makeup was good quality and had been well applied, accentuating her beauty without distracting from it. She had a modern, professionally done haircut. Not a rich woman, then, but one comfortably off and used to a good lifestyle.
She wore good jewellery, too. Nothing too extravagant, but it was stylish and it looked real. She clutched a bag close to her, as if she were afraid that somebody might snatch it away from her at any moment. Something was in that bag, Yang thought. Something important.
Her manner, however, belied her clothing. She slouched dejectedly in the chair, eyes downcast. No trace of the confidence such a woman might normally be expected to display. She seemed broken, defeated. Life had dealt her a cruel blow, he thought, and recently at that. This, at least, was not unusual in the people he talked to. He was, after all, a detective - if a person encountered Li Yang, they were probably dealing with the aftermath of something horrible.
She was also, he thought, more than a little embarrassed. Many who he talked to had been victims of a crime. A large number of them were bitter, or angry at whoever had robbed, beaten, or otherwise violated their lives. Some were saddened. Relatively few were outright embarrassed, though. So whatever had happened to this woman was something humiliating.
He introduced himself. She sat silent, barely acknowledging him. He gently explained that the people who came to see him had suffered all sorts of disasters in their lives, and that it was often difficult for them to talk about. He assured her that she had no need for such worries - he was a professional who had been doing this for years, he had seen every form of crime there was and nothing in her story would shock him. It would be best, he told her, if she simply came straight out with whatever was bothering her.
It took him a good half hour to coax a word out of her. Finally, though, she spoke up in a low, quiet voice.
"It's about my husband," she said.
"Oh yes...?" Yang said with a smile.
"He... he makes his living as a martial arts fighter," she said. "Nothing official. Usually he fights for money in underground fighting venues."
Yang nodded, encouragingly, noting that the woman had actually just implicated her husband in a crime. She surely would know this, he thought. Which would go part way to explaining her reluctance to talk. Though there was more to this, obviously. Something bad enough that she was willing to take the risk that he might arrest her husband.
"A few weeks ago," she said carefully, "he was offered a job. It was after one of his fights. He had won quite easily, and a man approached him later and commented on his skill. It's not unusual for him to get work this way - men go to the fights for fun and for gambling, but a few go there to scout for fighters for their own tournaments."
"I am aware of this," he said. He kept his voice sympathetic. "Continue."
"This job was different, he said. The man asked him to fight in a movie. Not a proper studio movie, but some underground studio where they make fight films. Real ones."
She took a long pause before going on. "They said he was to fight a real fight, and that it might be a very serious fight. Nothing would be forbidden. He would risk injury, possibly even death. My husband is... was... a brave man, and a powerful fighter. He was willing to fight any man - he turned down opponents if the money wasn't good enough, or if the scheduling did not work out, but he never turned down any opponent out of fear of injury or defeat!
"But then... they told him something very strange. They said that in this fight, he would be fighting against a woman.
Yang raised an eyebrow at that. He had heard rumours of such things happening. Whispered gossip that there existed, somewhere in the city, a secret dojo in which women fighters fought against men. Nothing concrete had ever been discovered in relation to the case, and Yang had quietly filed it away in the back of his mind. Now he wondered with excitement if he might at last have a solid lead.
"Were there any other details?" He asked curiously.
She nodded. "He was offered a lot of money - forty thousand yuan in advance just to attend, with the promise of another sixty thousand after the fight."
Yang was impressed. The sum mentioned was considerably greater than the average yearly wage in China. "He was told where to go for this fight?" He asked hopefully.
She shook her head. "No. He was told a location to meet the agent. The agent would drive him to the location for the fight in the back of a small van. The windows were covered, my husband had no way to know where they were going. They drove for quite some time, he said. Not long enough to drive to another city, but certainly long enough to drive to anywhere in Beijing. He was gone for hours. When he came back..."
She stopped again. "Continue," Yang said softly.
"I have seen my husband beaten, detective," she said softly. "He has lost fights and come home bruised and bloody. I have bathed his cuts and grazes, even stitched together some of his bigger cuts. But that night... he was shoved out of the van in front of our home the following morning. They just left him there, lying on the ground! He was conscious... but just barely. It seemed like every inch of him was bruised. I have never seen any man beaten so badly. Both of his legs and both of his arms were broken. Half of his teeth were missing. He seemed to be bruised almost everywhere - his face was almost one giant bruise. It looked like ten men had spent an hour punching and kicking him!"
"So not a woman, then," Yang said. "It was some kind of trap."
She swallowed. "No," she said softly. "That's the thing, detective. He was barely coherent, he could not answer questions no matter how I asked them. But he could speak. He kept muttering over and over again 'please don't let her hurt me any more. Please keep her away from me.'"
Yang was surprised. "You suggest a woman did this to him?"
She shrugged. "He suggests it. He also has these," she added, opening her bag. She withdrew a stack of blu-ray cases and dumped them on his desk. Yang picked one up and looked at it curiously.
"You are serious?" He asked. He knew the instant he said it that it was a mistake. The woman thought he was mocking her. She clammed up, and within minutes she had left despite all his appeals for her to stay.
He went into the video room, closing the door behind him. The cramped room held the department's video and image enhancement equipment; it was always dark and hot from the machines, and he always felt like being in here was rather furtive. He shut the door behind him, and after a moment's thought locked it.
He put the stack of blu-ray boxes down, picking one up at random. The image on the front displayed a large room, bare of anything that might have identified the location. A woman hung in the air in the middle of the room, photographed in mid leap. The camera had clearly been a very high-end one, he thought. Even though she had obviously been moving fast to jump like that, the image was high resolution and perfectly sharp. She wore some sort of jacket, tight fitting, gaping open at the front to display an enormous amount of cleavage. Aside from that, she wore only a pair of stockings and black high heeled shoes.
The title above was 'License to Castrate'. Yang opened it and inserted the disc into the machine. Moments later the menu popped up. He selected 'PLAY' and the room from the box cover appeared. Again, he noticed the image quality. This was no cheap pirated movie, nor something rushed off on a cheap camera or somebody's phone. The image was full high definition - no, he noticed, it was 4k ultra high definition. The scene was professionally lit, bringing out every detail in pin sharp focus. Money had been spent here, he mused.
Two men stood in the room, both clad in the standard martial-arts gear of white jacket and trousers. One of them was the very same man the woman had shown him a picture of, her husband. Both wore black belts, he noticed. Half a dozen others sat on benches, three on either side, watching quietly.
The two men bowed to one another and turned to the rear wall, where a door opened and the woman on the box cover walked out. She was stunning, Yang saw, a truly beautiful woman. She was tall, especially for a Chinese, and her body was superbly athletic, with muscles few men could match.
He had assumed that her attire on the cover was just to entice people to buy the disc. Surely she would not be fighting in such an impractical getup! But no, there she was, dressed exactly as he had seen. So, he thought in disappointment, this isn't going to be any kind of real fight. She's going to play-act with these guys for a little while and that will be that.
That would certainly explain her attitude! The woman practically strutted into the room, a predatory smile on her face. She oozed confidence as she faced her opponents.
It didn't intimidate the men at all, he noticed. They both grinned as they glanced at one another. One of them wolf-whistled the woman, and the other laughed. "Little girl, little girl," he said in a mocking high pitched tone, "come on out to playyyyy!"
The woman said nothing, merely took up a position between the two men. It was the worst thing she could have done, Yang thought. Such a position would allow them to attack simultaneously from two different directions. He expected this would be a short fight.
As if to validate his thoughts, the two men launched themselves at the woman. One dropped into a horse stance, throwing an impressive side punch at the woman. The other danced forward and launched a fast and powerful roundhouse kick.
They were impressive fighters launching a deadly serious attack, and for an instant Yang thought the woman had been set up, that she had come out expecting this to be a standard fake movie fight when the men were there to beat her senseless.
The thought didn't survive that instant. The woman spun with incredible speed and grace, pivoting on one of those impractical shoes as her body tilted out of the way of the roundhouse kick. Her muscular leg lashed out with a counter kick of her own, catching the man in the chest and throwing him flat onto his back. Simultaneously, her fist lashed out to grab the wrist of the other man. She completed her spin, pulling him off balance and dumping him unceremoniously onto the floor beside his companion.
"Whups!" The woman said, and there was mocking laughter in her voice. "What happened to you two? Did you fall? I think perhaps somebody spilled some oil on the floor, or perhaps you slipped on a banana skin?"
The watching men cried out in shock and dismay as she taunted the two fighters. The woman laughed lightly as she watched them rise to their feet, both of them blushing in humiliation. Yang could practically feel them thinking, wondering how a mere woman had managed to do this to them. He felt his eyes going to her, dropping to her openly exposed pussy. It was hairless, he noticed, like a lot of women kept it now. He felt himself wondering what it would taste like as he licked his lips.
The two men came back in, spreading out and attacking simultaneously again. They both launched spinning hook kicks, aiming directly at the woman's head. She simply ducked under their legs as they flashed through the air, reaching up to grab both men's ankles and giving them a hard yank which dumped them straight back onto the floor.
"Wow, you boys are having a hard time keeping your balance today!" The woman giggled as she watched them scrambling to get back up. They both had very noticeable bulges in their pants, Yang noticed. He could hardly complain - his own cock was straining at his shorts as he watched! "Perhaps you thought you'd have a pre-fight drink and overdid it a little? Or maybe it's so hot in here that it has made you all dizzy!" She turned to the watching men, who were staring in shocked astonishment. "Or maybe," she said more seriously, "it's that these two are only males," she pronounced the word as if it were the greatest insult imaginable, "and males are pathetic, inferior creatures who are no match for feminine power!"
This was too much for the watching men. As one body, all six of them launched themselves at her. Yang saw roundhouse kicks, side kicks, punches, a veritable flurry of blows launched at the woman. Nobody could possibly have survived such an assault, let alone defeated it.
Nobody but this woman, Yang saw. She dodged every single one of them with tremendous speed and skill, stepping through the attack as if the men were moving in slow motion. And each time, she would grab a wrist or an ankle and give a contemptuous yank, sending the attacker spinning off balance to crash to the floor. Within seconds, every single one of the eight men was sprawling onto the floor as the woman laughed at them. "Oh dear, that dizziness seems to be catching!" She gloated.
The men leapt to their feet, staring at her angrily. Her expression hardened. "Before we continue," she said, her voice now completely serious, "I should give you a warning. Up until now I have been playing nice with you males. You've suffered a little embarrassment, and I've had a little fun. It's been a good game. But now, I am serious. I offer you a choice. You can admit defeat... admit that you have met a woman who is your superior. One small gesture is all I require, just one. You merely have to crawl to me on your hands and knees, and kiss my beautiful shoes." She held up one perfectly muscled leg and wiggled her shoe a little. "Do that for me, humiliate yourself and concede your inferiority, and I will allow you to leave this place."
She smiled slowly, and this time there was no humour in it at all. Yang felt the hair on his forearms rising as he looked at that smile. It was the kind of smile a shark might give a swimmer who was bleeding into the water.
"Or, choice number two. You can allow your pathetic male ego to convince you to try and fight. If you do... I shall fight for real. I advise you to think about how easily I have dominated you thus far, and choose wisely."
They should take her up on her offer, Yang thought, they really should. These men had attacked her eight on one, and she had tossed them around like little children. She hadn't even troubled herself to attack them, when clearly she could have. She'd simply tossed them to the floor. It had been like watching an adult being attacked like a group of toddlers, gently pushing them aside whilst being careful not to harm them.
But he knew they wouldn't do it. Their pride had been wounded, and their ego would demand payback. And as he watched, Yang realised that this had been the woman's plan all along.
They attacked her again, and this time it was a very different fight. She dodged them just as easily, but this time there was no casual throwing of men to the floor. This time she lashed out with a perfectly delivered crescent kick that damn near took a man's head off. He went reeling back, dumped to the floor out cold. Somehow she turned the same move into a spin that turned into a roundhouse kick, though it was so quick that Yang couldn't quite tell how she'd done it. The roundhouse hit a man into the torso, and it was as if he'd been hit by a cannon. He literally flew across the room and smashed into the wall.
"See what I mean?" She taunted as the men fell back in confusion. "You see, you fellows think this is a fight. It's not, not really. What it is, is a demolition of male ego. And I am the wrecking ball!"
She skipped over to where one man was out cold. With a jerk, she ripped his trousers open. A rather sizeable and extremely erect cock sprang free. "You will notice," she said, "the effect that the demolition of a man by a superior female has upon him. He is defeated, destroyed... and his cock adores it. Adores me." She crossed to the other man, who was groaning softly as he tried to get up. Another quick jerk revealed that he was in the same state. "And how many of you fellows can say that you are not erect just now?" She taunted. "None, that's how many! Your cocks stand to attention to salute their superior! Enjoy them, fellas, whilst you still can!"
The whole group blushed, humiliated by her emasculating words. They didn't have time to do anything about it, though, for with her last word she bounded forwards and was upon them. A side punch smashed a man's nose flat on his face. A side kick struck another in the abdomen, causing him to shriek in pain as he folded up as if hit by a battering ram. The others tried to defend, tried to dodge, but they were helpless before her speed and skill. In seconds she launched a flurry of kicks and punches that were faster and harder than anything so far. The men fell before her, scythed down like so much wheat.
Here and there a man struggled to get back to his feet. The woman rained blows on them with a casual brutality, knocking them back to the floor. Yang caught sight of a glistening sheen to her pussy as she raised a leg to deliver a kick. Clearly, she was not the only one who was feeling very aroused! Astonishingly, a couple of the men had pulled their own erect members out, clearly overwhelmed by the raw sexual supremacy on display. They began to stroke, unable to prevent themselves despite - or perhaps because of - the emasculating ego destruction inflicted upon them. Yang felt sorry for them even as he realised with some surprise that his own cock was out an in his hand, being stroked furiously!
One man staggered to his feet. The woman shoved him against the wall and launched a series of hand strikes to his torso with blurring speed, blow after blow. The sheer force of them kept him upright, unable to fall. "Look at this," she crowed as she battered him. "Look at how hard you are, little man! Have you ever been so humiliated before? Have you ever been so excited?"
Finally she stepped back, snapping, "and now, cum for me little man. I said cum!"
The poor man fell to his knees, and just as if responding to her command his cock erupted with semen as he had the orgasm of his life! It seemed to go on and on, at least five thick jets of cum spurting from his cock.
The woman bent and wrapped her fingers around the base of his scrotum, squeezing to trap his balls away from his body. "And since it was such a lovely orgasm," she said, "I have decided that it will be your last!"
With that, she brought her other fist around with stunning speed and power to strike his balls with all of her strength. "Kiaaaaa!" She screamed as the blow landed. The man screamed as his balls were totally destroyed by the power of her punch. The woman slammed her fist into her nutsack again and again, delivering a savage attack that was possibly the biggest case of overkill Yang had ever seen.
She released him and laughed mockingly as he collapsed slowly to the floor. As another man tried to gain his feet she spun around, launching a brutal snap kick at his nuts with another screamed "Kiaaaaa!". Such was the power in that kick that he flew straight up into the air, the camera tilting back to show his head actually smashing through the ceiling! He dangled there, moaning and thrashing as his poor destroyed balls throbbed in agony.
"My name is Mao," the woman announced. "Angela Mao. Triple-D cup, and Licensed to Castrate!" Yang gave a start; that name sounded vaguely familiar. Wasn't there somebody... a few years back? A celebrity of some sort...?
Another two men staggered to their feet. She spun and brought a fist crashing down on each man's head like a pair of hammers. Yang stared in astonishment as the men were literally driven into the floor like a pair of fence posts! "Surely that must be a trick floor," he muttered as he stroked his throbbing cock.
She pulled her jacket apart, baring her very sizeable nipples. She shoved one of the men's head against her breast, giggling as he struggled to breathe. "Cum for Mommy," she whispered, and suddenly his cock was drooling cum all over her stockinged thigh. She waited until it had exhausted itself, then stepped back and grinned. "And now say goodbye to Mister balls," she said. "Kiaaaaa!" And with that, she launched a kick to his groin that utterly smashed his balls.
Some of the men tried to escape, a bizarre sight as their still erect cocks waggled in the air. It was no use. The door leading out had been locked from the other side, and there seemed to be no other exits. Nobody thought to try and get help from the film crew, and Yang wondered if perhaps they were hidden behind glass, or were even directing remote controlled cameras from another room.
She was relentless. Man after man fell before her, and in each case there were two common factors; he was completely and utterly helpless against this muscular Amazon woman... and his destruction ended with Mao smashing his balls into useless jelly. Within minutes, there were eight humbled men lying in pools of their own cum, moaning and groaning.
Mao finished by turning to look straight into the camera. "This is what happens to the weak inferior male who challenges me," she said gloatingly. Her pussy juices were practically dripping down her legs as she relished in her superiority and the total destruction of the men. "I defeat them. I humiliate them. I break them. And I castrate them! And you are next!"
With that, Yang's own cock exploded into orgasm, and he practically thrashed in his chair with the force of it. He could barely comprehend what could drive him to such horribly unprofessional behaviour! Surely this woman must wield some terrible supernatural power, to drive men to this!
The film ended. Yang took a long time to recover, whilst scenes of male humiliation and destruction rolled through his brain over and over. Finally, he reached to eject the disc with trembling hands. As he did, he noticed the other items on the menu. Most notably, the option which read "Other available titles."
He grabbed the remote and clicked on it. A list came up on the screen :
-?????????? Stockings versus Black Belts;
-?????????? Why the Right Place of any Male Sensei is Under My Desk?;
-?????????? Dojo Training with Pussy Lickers;
-?????????? When Stockings Pulverize Steel;
-?????????? Breaking Steel and Making Men Cum or Simply Beating Men?
-?????????? Terroristic Attack with Unexpected Ending: May I Cum on Your Legs?
-?????????? Kung Fu a Female Affair, Skirt or Kimono?
-?????????? Discussing with Women about their Husbands: the Best Stocking to Break Granite and to Castrate Men
-?????????? Female Kung Fu View: Make Men Cum Without Touching Them
He stared at it, both intrigued and appalled. Could such titles possibly be real? The film he had just watched offered an obvious answer. Yes, of course they could. A woman who could do the things he had just witnessed could do practically anything! He picked up the other Blu-ray boxes. Yes, there were ten of them in all including 'License to Castrate', with titles exactly matching the list on the screen. He inspected them all carefully. There was no trace of a studio name anywhere on them, no banner or logo, no credits for director or camera operator or any other behind-the-scenes person at all. Each bore the name of Angela Mao, along with some male names and an image clearly taken from the movie. No other clues besides that.
??Yang was as terrified as he had ever been in his life, and as turned on as he had ever been in his life. One thing was clear. What he had just witnessed was proof positive of a crime. Of many crimes, in fact! Which meant that he was have to track down this Angela Mao and arrest her.
He wondered if he would need to bring the entire police force with him to get the job done!
As it turned out, tracking her down was surprisingly easy. A simple computer search for her name revealed her past. She had been a model, he saw, well known for advertising a leading brand of stockings. Images of her beautiful legs were all over the internet. Although, he noted, back then she had not had the muscular physique she did now! She had also become an actress, specialising in martial arts movies. She had made two or three a year for a while, all at least moderately successful. Then she had suddenly vanished. He had read dozens of reports on that, but every one said essentially the same thing. Nobody seemed to have any clue where she had gone or why. If was as if she simply dropped off the face of the Earth.
She had come back without even the pretence of hiding, though. She had simply resurfaced one day, purchasing a house for herself and resuming her life. The records for the purchase were on file with the government offices for anybody to see, just as they should be. She sought no publicity, and her former life had been close enough to forgotten that nobody had really noticed her return.
Or rather, he corrected himself, somebody had. The mysterious film studio she worked for was clearly run by somebody, after all.
He had gone to his boss and suggested sending a heavily armed team from the Beijing Special Police Force to arrest her. In fact, he had actually suggested sending the entire BSPF to arrest her, all 970 of them. His boss thought he was playing a practical joke. Yang had shown him the disc, and his boss had laughed at him and said it was all done with CGI. When Yang tried to press the issue, his boss said he had taken leave of his senses and threatened to send him on enforced medical leave. And that was that.
So here he was, several days later, standing in front of Angela Mao's house, feeling very much alone and vulnerable.
It was a very modern design, a steel frame with lots of floor to ceiling glass windows. Not to Wang's style, but obviously an expensive property. A high wall surrounded the property, with a large steel security gate. He pushed the buzzer on the intercom and waited.
"Yes?" A female voice said finally.
He announced himself and informed her that he was here in relation to an investigation. After a long pause, a buzz sounded and the gate unlocked itself. "Come on up to the house," she said.
She met him at the front door. She was wearing a rather brief bikini, he saw. Obviously she had been out sunbathing when he called. She had made no attempt to cover herself. Obviously modesty wasn't a high priority with her, he mused.
But then why would it be? She was beautiful, he knew that from the blu-rays, but up close an in person he saw that they did not do her justice. She was stunning, without doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He felt himself hardening as she showed him into the living room, his eyes fixed on the muscles of her ass. They flexed as she walked. He desperately hoped that she wouldn't notice his aroused state.
She sank into a leather chair. "What's this all about?" She asked.
He opened his bag and took out 'License to Castrate' by way of an answer, tossing it onto the coffee table in front of her.
"Awww, are you a fan, detective? Using your police badge to get a little alone time with me?" She teased. He had hoped the casual reveal of the damning movie might be intimidating. It would be to most people. It clearly wasn't to her.
"I've watched this," he said, "and I have to tell you, it contains evidence of a crime. Many crimes, in fact."
"You've watched it?" She asked in amusement. "Were you by yourself?"
He hoped he wasn't blushing. "Ms Mao, that is not a proper question," he said sternly.
"You were by yourself!" She sad with a giggle. "Did it make your cock hard, detective, like it is now? Tell me, did you jerk yourself off?"
So much for not noticing! "I won't be distracted!" He said. It sounded weak to both of them. "This disc was presented to us as evidence by the wife of one of the men in it. She also had many other discs! I am here-"
"You did, didn't you?" She said. "Sitting there watching it... watching my beautiful muscles tame all those poor macho men. I bet you stroked yourself over and over again, didn't you? I bet you even took all those discs home with you so you could sit there every single night wanking your cock off, didn't you?"
"Ms Mao!" He said, shocked at her lewdness. "Please..."
She stood in one graceful motion and walked over to him, invading his personal space without a moment's thought. She kneeled on the couch, straddling his lap. He couldn't speak - it was as if the close proximity of such beauty, such terrifying muscular power, had overwhelmed the speech centre of his brain.
"Hmmm, how many times did you jerk off to me, detecting? Was it once for each disc? Or was it more than once? Did you enjoy watching my muscles dominate the males, detective" She flexed her arms, biceps exploding with power. "Like this? Do you like my muscles, detective? They're pretty, aren't they?"
"Please..." he said in a whisper. They really were. His hands reached out, apparently all by themselves, without any input from his brain. He found his fingers caressing her biceps. They were the most beautiful things he had ever seen, the most perfect things he had ever touched. "Please don't..." he managed to get out.
She laughed, "oh detective, you say don't, but you can't stop me, can you? You're completely overwhelmed... completely helpless against my strength. You can't even stop yourself! Go on, detective... feel my muscles. Feel how dense and hard they are. It's almost inhuman, isn't it?"
He squeezed her biceps, and his breath caught in his throat. They were so hard! So big and full and round, so much bigger than his own. Yang was an athletic man, he went to the gym regularly and kept himself in good shape. But this was musculature far beyond anything he could have dreamed of possessing. His hands went to her back, stroking the ridges of perfectly defined muscle.
"I bet you have a favourite video, don't you?" She asked teasingly. "Which one is it? Shall I guess? Oh no, it's obvious, isn't it?" She reached behind her and plucked 'License to Castrate' from the pile on the table. "It's this one, right? That's why you took it out to show it to me. Do you like it when I castrate a male, detective? Did it turn you on?"
"Yes," he whispered. He couldn't help himself, the word just came out. Just as he couldn't help the way his hand went to his trousers and unzipped his fly. The muscular beauty giggled as his cock sprung free. "Oh my, such a big one!" She said. "That's very good. If it had been a small one, this meeting would not have ended well for you, detective Yang. I detest small cocks, and I punish the males who have them whenever I encounter them. But a big one like yours... well, that could be of use. Stroke it for me, Yang, nice and slowly. Stroke your cock for the Goddess of Muscle." He began to stroke his cock slowly, unable to resist her command. What was she doing to him?
She tore his jacket and shirt apart with a single contemptuous jerk of her hands, as if they were nothing but tissue paper, tossing the rags aside. She leaned forward burying his face in her breasts. "There, there," she whispered. "Worship them with your tongue..."
He did. He lips closed greedily over the big nipple, thrilling at the hardness of the long, thick bug as his tongue caressed it. He pressed his face into the yielding softness of her breast, moaning into her nipple as his tongue swirled around it tasting it fully. How could she be so soft here, he wondered in a daze, when she was so hard everywhere else?
He sucked on her nipple, feeling it stretch and distend in his mouth. For a moment he thought milk might flow, and oh, what a moment of perfection that would have been! He suckled on her, hungry at the thought of feeding from her divine body, a form of worship as old as the human race itself.
She let him suckle for a while, one hand caressing his cock as the other traced the chiselled contours of her back, then reached down and pulled his hand off his cock. He hadn't cum, she noticed. Good. She liked a man who knew not to cum without permission.
She lifted, positioning his cock, and lowered herself until the top was resting against her pussy. He strained, trying to push upwards instinctively. "No," she crooned, placing a hand on his chest. "Not until I allow it. And I won't allow it until you beg me adequately."
"Please," he said instantly. "Please Angela, please..."
"Please what, detective?" She asked.
"Please let me put it inside you," he whispered. "I want it so badly..."
She shook her head. "No, detective, that's not the truth. You don't want my pussy, do you? You need my pussy. You need the muscular perfection of my body to milk your cock."
"Yes, yes," he said. He would have said anything in that moment, anything at all. She was right, he realised, dammit, but she was right. He couldn't stop himself, couldn't hold himself back. He didn't want to stop any more. The shreds of his professionalism were washed away by the muscular perfection of this Goddess. "Please, my Muscle Goddess, I need this so badly. Please milk me and make me yours forever."
She began to lower herself, inch by inch. "Oh thanks you," he moaned in ecstasy as she impaled herself on him. "Thank you Goddess, oh thank you, thank you..."
She cooed in pleasure as she slowly took him inside of her. When he was fully in, she smiled and tensed her vaginal muscles.
His eyes widened alarmingly and his moan of pleasure turned to one of pain. "That hurts," he whispered.
"Of course it does," she said soothingly. "I want it to hurt, detective."
She began to pump herself on his cock. At the bottom of each down stroke she would squeeeeeze, shivering with pleasure as her vaginal muscles gripped the thick hardness of his cock with tremendous strength. His hands locked around her waist, squeezing hard as he began to whimper and cry in pain. She smiled, ripples of pleasure rolling through her body as she leaned forward and licked a tear from his cheek. "Suffer for me," she whispered.
She accelerated the pace, feeling the orgasm build as she pounded him. He began to struggle, instinctively fighting against her. "That's it, detective... fight me," she murmured. "See how much chance you have against your Goddess."
She threw her head back as the orgasm rolled through her body, impaling herself fully upon him. Here every muscle tensed, shuddering with the climax. And Yang screamed as his cock was crushed inside her, blood vessels bursting all over it.
She pulled off, stepping back to admire her handiwork. He lay on the couch, whimpering in pain. His cock, which had been so proud only moments before, was still just as long as it had been, but now looked rather thinner and was a deep purple, rapidly shading into the beginnings of an all-over bruise. "Well now, look at that, detective!" She said. "I don't think you'll be masturbating too much with that poor thing for the next few weeks, now will you?"
She leaned in and slapped his face to get his attention. " Are you listening to me, detective? Because here's what you will do. You will go back to your police station, and you will destroy all records of this investigation. Every last one. If that bitch of a wife returns, or contacts you in any way, you will inform her that you have been unable to make any progress, and the case has been closed for lack of evidence. And if any other case ever comes to light regarding me, you will inform me of it immediately, and then you will take whatever action is necessary to sabotage that, too. Am I clear?"
"Yes, my Goddess," he whimpered. Tears still rolled from his eyes, agony radiating from his cock.
"Good. Because if I hear from another police officer regarding what I do to males, then I will blame you for it. I will find you, and I will spend a long, long time destroying you."
She looked down at his rapidly cruising member. "As for that... in a month or so it should be healed. The moment it is, I expect you back here. If you are supremely lucky, I will allow you to worship my body again. I may even allow you to leave without too much damage to it next time."
"Yes Goddess," he whispered. "Thank you, Goddess."
"Now," she pointed at the door. "Get out of my house."
He did.