MISS
MUSCLE MEETS MR MIND (3)
BY CALIBAN (CALIBAN3000@YAHOO.ES)
Legal disclaimer: Miss Muscle is a character created by B.C. Somehow, Mr
Mind is on my own. The events of this story are out of the regular stories of
Miss Muscle.
Miss Muscle slowly began to regain her conscious. She
felt her muscular body scorched by a debilitating pleasure; her thick, perfect
arms and legs were enormous lead columns, unable to be lifted by human or super
human strength; her rounded, titanic breast were huge spheres of unimaginable
density, flattening her chiselled chest, becoming her breath in a unbearable
effort to her lungs.
On the
summit of those oppressive mountains of flesh and muscle, to large, brown,
erected nipples beat with force, sending waves of pleasure along the lying
golden muscular goddess, catching in fire her already excited crotch. From her
lips escaped a slight heave of pleasure, while her sculptural, chiselled
physique squirmed over the rough surface in which she was lying.
Under the
influence of the rest of a forgotten ecstasy, the mind of the giant blonde
goddess was unable to think clearly but in sex. Her thoughts fell one time and
another on her husband Peter, sat oh her hard, solid, rippling abdominals
caressing daintily every square inch of the tanned skin of her amazingly huge,
rounded and perfect breasts, licking and sucking eagerly her large, long,
hardened nipples.
“Oooooohhhhhh, sweetheaaart…aaaahhh…..”.-Whispered the excited heroine
in a new sexual, erotic moan, trying to place her right hand over her
chiselled, wet groins to play with her engorged, sensitive clit…but her efforts
was stopped by someone, by something. The muscular super woman grunted in
frustration.
As
into a dream, she tried to move her thick left arm…in vain. With a superb
effort of strength and will, the golden amazon got to fold her herculean, sexy,
heavy legs…a bit. The same strange force prevented her movements. Exhausted by
the effort, her perfectly muscular legs fell again, relaxed and flaccid,
producing trembles and cracks on the surface in which she was lying.
Slowly, Miss Muscle began to open her blurred, sapphire eyes. During
long seconds, the amazing crime fighter was unable to focus her eyes on the
dimness of the room. Eventually, her
conscience returned to her. She felt her hot, tanned skin shook by a cold,
continuous blow, running mercilessly through the deep valleys and canyons,
climbing to the top of the mountains of her muscular, voluptuous body.
“I am
nude…”.-Though the goddess of muscle, unable to feel the comfortable touch of
the tiny pieces of her gold fabric over
her nipples and vagina. Heaving as drunk, she turned her blonde head to her
left. Among the fog of her blurred eyes, Miss Muscle noticed a shinning, thing
strap surrounding her thick wrist, tying it to a kind of post???
With a
supreme effort, she moved her head to the other side, just to discover the same
shining strap around her right wrist. With a great effort of her drained will,
the Herculean heroine struggled faintly with them, folding a mere inches her
thick, perfect, heavy arms and biceps, her monumental hills of flesh trembled
as jelly over her massive pectorals …but seconds later, with a long heave, the
sculptural amazon gave up, exhausted.
“Nude…exhausted…excited….Where???....Who???....”.-Muttered the
defenceless blonde valkyr, closing her sapphire eyes. Seconds later, the tall
goddess of Alpha City heard a sound. Opening her eyes, she noticed a small, red
spot in front of her over a…TV???. Still confused about her situation, the
feminine voice that she heard startled her.
“You are
here, horny Muscle Bimbo, with me. You have been beaten…again. Tied….again.
Stripped…again. Your unnatural, grotesque cantaloupes exposed…again. The ‘Maiden of Muscle’ is counting her ‘heroic acts’ with defeats…inglorious defeats. Tell me, useless
mountain of muscles,….tell me what is happening with you…?”.-The voice of
Slander was plenty of satisfaction and ironic. Her arch-nemesis was in front of
her, tied, defenceless, filmed in her defeat…by her. It was the most exciting
moment in many, many years for her.
“Please…..please….Slander….untie….untie me…”.-Begged pathetically the
great, voluptuous heroine, while her blurred, sapphire eyes behind her golden
mask tried to focus the face of the evil journalist.
“You?
Is the mighty Miss Muscle begging for help? To me? I can´t believe it!!! During
years you have saved us from terrible menaces and now, you, tied only with your
own golden no-attire, are unable to free your self. You don’t seem the
marvellous heroine you pretend to be..”.-Taunted Slander with an evil smile on
her lips.
“Y….yessss……I…..am……I am begging……begging for help…….to you……Miss…Miss
Slander……Suzy….untie….untie me…..”.-Pleaded Miss Muscle with fading, sleepy
voice.
Suddenly, the attitude Slander changed into rage. With fury, she slapped
the face of the trapped heroine. “Suzy???? Don´t call me Suzy, Male with
boobs!!!”.-Roared Slander.-“I am not your friend!!!!. I hate you.
I….”.-Suddenly, she was quiet, grabbing her aching hand.
“Fucked freak!!! You have injured my hand!!!”.-Roared with angry
voice.-“You will pay for it….”.-She menaced her.-“Soon, Miss Muscle, you will
reveal me your secret identity. You will reveal me all your most shameful,
hidden secrets. And I reveal them to the world. Everybody will see how dirty
‘wo-man’ is their ‘heroic’ Miss Muscle…”.-Declared proudly Slander.-“I will
prevail finally over you, Miss Muscle, I swear you!!!”
…..reveal me your secret identity….
…..reveal me your secret identity….
…..reveal me your secret identity….
The
great heroine felt a strange duality on her mind. She wanted to answer
Slander…She needed to answer her!!! REVEAL ME YOUR SECRET IDENTITY. Those words
resounded on her mind, first as a far, faint whisper that, eventually, grew
louder and louder, becoming finally in a deafening storm of thunders hammering
her mind and soul.
But,
meanwhile one part of her will desired to reveal her identity to that perverse
woman, other part of it, screamed in despair, trying to prevail over the
overwhelming need to answer her requirement. Somehow, that part was deprived of
strength, incorporeal as a ghost.
Her
rational ego was unable to stop that irrational feeling. Her will was
paralyzed; even her muscular body was paralyzed. Only her heart, beating wild,
was scared about the idea of that revelation….Slowly, her fleshy lips began to
move, forming her real name, whispering her secret identity. Voluntarily,
without resistance, Miss Muscle was on the point to accuse Kate
Spencer-Johnson, her alter ego….Somehow, Slander didn’t noticed that,
reassuming mercilessly her cruel taunts.
“My
dear Miss, Mr, or whatever, Muscle, I have been always astonished about your
great errr, I mean, grotesque physique. So tanned, so firm, so
invulnerable….”.-Then, Slander punched her rippling, perfectly regular and
defined abdominals with fury.-“It seems made of iron, osmium….or sculpted in
marble. So hard. So perfect…but somehow, so vulnerable to caresses….”.-She
declared ominously Slander, caressing the same abdominals.
With
great care, she slid her fingers over the summits and valleys of her plenty,
extremely developed belly. The great, blonde, tied heroine, that seconds before
was on the point to reveal her secret identity, heaved slightly under such
touch. The bed cracked faintly when her dense, massive, muscular physique shook
slightly, whipped by a new wave of arousal.
But
that sudden attack of arousal wasn’t enough for Slander. She needed something
more spectacular for her viewers….Slowly, she slid her finger up, reaching the
enormous, firm, globular mountain of flesh of her awesome, naked breasts.
Slander was becoming eventually more and more excited…but she wasn´t
sure why. Maybe because she was astonished of the perfection of those enormous
udders…so firm, so soft, so warm…over those swollen, perfectly developed
pectorals…or maybe due to the fast, brutal effect of those simple, slight
caress was inducing on that blonde, seven feet woman.
When
her fingers finally reached the brown aureole of her again hard and erected
nipples, her faint moans of arousal had become in loud moans of pleasure.
Futilely, Miss Muscle tried to move away her monumental breasts of that
torture, but she only got to shake them as over-inflated beach balls of jelly.
“Are
you enjoying with it, Miss Muscle? What about if I caress your other nipple?
Ha, ha, ha….”.-Roared with laughter Slander, beginning to execute her menace
immediately. The will of the maiden of muscle collapsed almost immediately.
Formerly excited many times on the last hours, there was only needed a small
stimuli to burn her in pleasure.
Her
moans and heaves of pleasure eventually grew, becoming in howls of ecstasy.
Every of her muscular cell was burning in a growing excitation, fed by her
golden energy, but draining its power. Her almost relaxed clit reborn, growing
and becoming moist at any second. Unstoppable, a climax was growing into the
muscular, defenceless, excited heroine.
“Tell me, Miss Muscle…Are you enjoying with that? ARE YOU ENJOYING WITH
THAT?”.-Screamed and commanded Slander, possessed by her own excitation. It was
marvellous for her. Her hated foe was totally dominated by her. That 500 lbs of
pure muscle had become in a mountain of trembling, moaning flesh under her
hands!!!. And every shake of her muscular physique, every moan of her throat
was been filmed by her!!!
… enjoying with that?...
… enjoying with that?...
… enjoying with that?...
Among the images of sex that drowned her mind, among the deafening
screams of ecstasy from her own throat, the blonde, muscular goddess heard that
sentence, became in a ineludibly requirement. “No…no…please…leave alone…..no
more….”.-Screamed her rational, humiliated mind. Somehow, with horror, she
noticed the same strange, terrible, ominous feeling that her mind and body
wasn’t under her control. Easily, her lips answered her…with difficult de to
the constant heaves of ecstasy, Miss Muscle confessed the real feelings of
every cell of her dense, huge, muscular physique…
“I….aaammm…..enjoyiiiiinnggg…… enjoyiiiiinnggg……oooohhhh…..aaahhhh…”
And,
once her will was broken, even her rational mind surrendered to the
overwhelming need of pleasure. Till the end. Without requirement, Miss Muscle
admitted what her body…and now her mind, really wanted it that moment….
“Cooommeee….cooommeeee….oooonnnnn”.-Howled Miss Muscle with a voice
replete of ecstasy.-“Geeet….geeet…..mmmeeeee……cuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmm…..”
It
was too much for Slander. Her triumph as journalist, her triumph over the
mighty, greatest heroine of Alpha City, her screams of ecstasy…all those things
had leaded Suzy Slander to a deep state of lust. Her face was a mask of pure,
primordial pleasure. She joined her own screams of ecstasy with the screams of
her horny foe. But she was as horny as her…maybe more.
With fury, she released her left hand of the enormously erected and
hardened right nipple of the moaning heroine, placing it between her chiselled
thighs. Easily, she found her swollen, moist clit and, without mercy she began
to rub the defenceless point of pleasure of her…
The perfect, sculptural, muscular physique of the golden goddess of
Alpha City twitched once in all her splendour. Every one of the uncountable
fibres of all her perfectly developed muscles tensed to the limit when the
blonde amazon exploded as a volcano in a erotic climax. Her blurred, sapphire
eyes wide opened behind her golden mask, her mouth wide opened in a obscene
“a”, heaving rhythmically with the wild contractions of the powerful muscles of
her belly and vagina, releasing the fluids of her chiselled womanhood.
“Oh
my God!!!... Oh my God!!!... Oh my
God!!!...Oooohhhh……yyyeeeeessss……oooooohhh…”.-Howled Slander too, adding her
own screams and moans of pleasure to the erotic submission setting of Miss
Muscle, till finally, she got her own climax too, even more powerful that Miss
Muscle one.
It was
her most desired dream. During years, Miss Slander had dreamed with the
humiliation of the brave heroine. Defeated many times, even exposed in all her
amazing, sculptural nudity, nobody had showed her during a climax…till now.
Soon, The way in which Miss Muscle had her mythical climax will be know by
everybody. Everybody would see her perfect muscles twitches in her climax, her
tanned, firm skin soaked in sweat due to her excitation, hear the feminine
moans of ecstasy from that masculine body….all of this thanks to her…
Slowly, Suzy removed her hands from the firm physique of the still
excited heroine. Occasional convulsions of pleasure still shook the
hyper-athletic body of the blonde amazon, mixed with fading moans of ecstasy.
The perverse journalist stared the tied, tanned body of the defenceless
valkyrie. Rivers of sweat slid down through the deep canyons of her extremely
developed, chiselled muscles…her face was frozen in a grim of pleasure although
her mind was sunken in an ocean of shame.
-“Damned whore…YOU HAVE ENJOYED WITH IT!!! YOU LOVED TO BE SUBMITTED!!!
MISS MUSCLE IS ONLY A FUCKED MUSCULAR BITCH!!!. THE CRIME_FIGHTER OF ALPHA CITY
IS ONLY A HORNY COW!!!”.-Yelled Slander,adding a disgusting tone of scorn and
irony on her words.
-“N…….n……no…….no…”.-Whispered the beaten warrioress.-“I…am….I am not….”
-“SHUT UP, Miss Muscle. You should be called Miss Muscle Cow, or Miss
Horny Muscles…YOU enjoys been submitted, leaded to a climax. You are a sex
addicted, that needed super-orgasms to satisfy your weird addiction..-“Kept
Slander jeering of her tied interviewee.-
“Tell me, Miss Muscle, is your lover unable to satisfy your sexual urges
that you need villains to get that????”.”.-Finished Suzy with authority….
-“You….you…..are…..wrong…”.-Said Miss Muscle with fading, weak
voice.-“Peter….Peter…..”.-And then, realizing of her mistake, the blonde heroine
hushed.
-“Peter?...Then your lover in a man!!! Peter!!!! I had always thought
that you were a lesbian. Or maybe Peter is a woman? Ha, ha, ha….Poor
Peter….He…or she, is unable to make a good number with your titanic udders. Ha,
ha, ha. Do you want to be milked, Muscle Cow? By me? It is really easy, Miss
Muscle. You just tell me ‘I am a cow. I want to be milked’….Come on, Miss
Muscle, don´t be shy…‘I am a cow. I want to be milked’…”.-Taunted Slander,
grabbing and squeezing one of the huge, firm, globular ‘udders’ of the tied
heroine, slidding her fingers to her hardened, stiffened nipple, up and down,
up and down…with deliberated slow rhythm…
‘Put your disgusting hands out of my breast, frustrated and bitter
bitch!!!!’.-Tried Miss Muscle to yell to her cruel torturess. Somehow, those
words were unable to be pronounced by her mouth. Again, that strange feeling of
duality on her mind was working against her…
…I am a cow. I want to be milked…
…I am a cow. I want to be milked…
…I am a cow. I want to be milked…
Those
words resounded into her mind as a unbearable, overwhelming echoes…till
finally, the astonished muscular, big-breasted heroine, heard her own voice
whispering that humbling sentences.-“A…cow…..be….be milked….I….I am…..a….a cow.
I…..want….to be milked……. “.-
Totally and utterly humiliated. Miss Muscle had never felt so impotent
and humbled. Her mind burnt of shame and rage. She wanted to scream of fury,
but only howls of ecstasy left her lips, while Mrs Slander, with insane
laughter, grabbed and caressed her left udder in a cruel attempt to milk it.
Her muscular physique twisted and jerked of pleasure, her free boob shook as a
ball of jelly over her awesome pectorals….Pleasure over pleasure over pleasure.
I am a cow…Milk me...MILK MEEEEEE…..”.-Howled the blonde amazon when even her
deep ego was drained of its will, scorched by overwhelming waves of pleasure
from her nipple.
Even
possessed by that sexual, erotic frenzy, Miss Muscle felt as an intense heat
was beginning to appear on the summits of her monumental mountains of flesh,
something hot and moist. Explosion of overwhelming ecstasy scorched her already
scorched, hardened, erected nipples when a pair of gouts of her golden milk flowed
from her incredibly engorged, stiffened nipples, sliding down along her
voluptuous, rounded cantaloupes.
The
massive, perfectly muscular physique of the blonde amazon twitched on supreme
ecstasy, screeching of pure pleasure. A thin golden train of milk began to flow
and slide down over the sweaty, tanned skin of her super-mammaries, while,
between her groins, her excited, swollen
clit, grew more and more, pushing away the lips of her awesome vagina.
For
Miss Slander, the grim of pure ecstasy on the face of her arch nemesis was
beyond her most insane dreams, those fleshy lips screeching and heaving as a
lecherous nymphomaniac, her blue eyes blurred of a paradise (or Hell) of
infinite pleasure, her titanic, hyper-muscular physique twisting and twitching
in an agonic, unsatisfied climax…and all of this was been filmed by her!!!
“Oh,
Miss Muscle…You are a Muscular Cow, really!!! I am milking you!!!”.-Jeered
Slander, staring the twin trails of golden milk sliding down the twin mountains
of jelly in which her amazing boobs had become over her awesome pectorals.-“You
deserve a prize, Miss Muscle Cow, ha, ha, ha…..”.-Declared Suzy, roaring with
insane laughter, placing her free hand over her chiselled groins…and finding
with her fingers her exposed, engorged, excited clit….
Too
much for Miss Muscle. As soon as the evil journalist caressed slightly her
huge, exposed clit, the blonde muscular bomb-shell exploded in an appalling
climax. Her back arced over the bed, menacing to break her spine, while her
vagina ejaculated wildly as a broken dam, shooting with her dense cum the
sheets and the opposite walls of the room.
The
face of the extremely excited heroine froze in a mask of ecstasy and suffering,
unable to understand such a level of pleasure, unable to howl her infinite
ecstasy. During long seconds, Miss Muscle became in a muscular statue of bliss,
ecstasy, pleasure, rapture…frozen, paralyzed but her muscular vagina, which
kept shooting her golden, dense cum to walls and sheets…
But
finally, even the tireless muscular woman became exhausted. Her heavy physique
fell as a dead weight over the bed when her powerful muscles relaxed of pure
exhaustion. And finally, the bed cracked under the weight of the heroine…releasing
her from her golden bonds…Somehow the strength and will of the powerful, golden
goddess of muscle was totally depleted by those powerful orgasms suffered in
less that five minutes.
Completely spent, the muscular Miss Muscle fell unconscious, utterly
tired, muttering with fading voice.-“I am a Cow……I am…a cow……I am…………a……..
…cow………..”
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“Oh, my dear Miss Muscle, you are a cow….But don´t worry about that. You
will be a death cow soon….”.-Muttered Mr Mind in front of the surveillance screen, on the next
room.-“I had never thought that Mrs Slander could be so….efficient to break the
will of my dear muscular foe….”.´Whispered astonished the hidden villain
“You are right, my master but…”.-said his two twins bunnies.-“What if
she ruins your plot? She is able to fuck her during hour or days, even kill her
in a super-orgasm. We should stop her before….”.-Declared her young henchwomen
at unison with fear on her soft voices.
“Relax, my dear bunnies. We prepared this stage because Mrs Slander
enjoys humbling her arch-Nemesis. She want her public humiliation, discredit
her as virtuous heroine and woman, discover the identity behind the mask…She
don´t want to kill her…Maybe she want to film her death…And, I think she
deserve such a price…”
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A long moan of pleasure left the fleshy lips
of the heroine, when, hours later, she began to regain conscious. Slowly, she
opened her sapphire, blurred eyes. The blonde maiden of muscle was sat in an
armchair and her head was fallen over her broad chest. Her titanic, globular
breast was covered by her blonde mane, covering her mounds and the deep canyon
of her chiselled cleavage.
The
blonde, voluptuous titaness raised her head, heaving and moaning on the
process; the soft, blonde hair of her mane, caressing her still erected,
excited nipples were too much pleasure for her already aroused muscular
physique. The blonde valkyrie didn´t feel the golden fabric of her tiny attire
over her nipples, or covering her chiselled womanhood, although she felt her golden
mask over her face.
Miss
Muscle felt exhausted, really, really exhausted, with a terrible, continuous
trickling on her erogenous areas. The great heroine tried to get over her feet
sculptural muscular body, but it seemed it was made of pure, solid lead. The
confused heroine wasn´t sure where she was or what had happened with her, but
she knew that she was so vulnerable in her current state.
“Oh,
You are awake, Miss Horny Cow!!! Time to unmask you. Everybody should know the
name of such a ‘virtuous’ heroine, ha, ha, ha…”.-Said a ominous, triumphant
voice in front of her…
“S…slander…..You can´t….you can´t make……make me this…It’s…it’s….”.-Try
to declared the exhausted heroine, trying to get over her bare feet her
titanic, muscular, naked physique. Somehow, the weight of her sculptural
muscles were too much for her current weakness…in fact, even the weight of her
huge, rounded boobs were too much for her….
“Come on, Miss Boobs!!! Not only your dearest Peter should know your
name…or stare your monstrous, grotesque muscles and boobs….or hear your
screeches of ecstasy…People must know…. And people will know…now…”.-Declare the
evil, perverse journalist, approaching to the sat, defenceless blonde goddess,
trying to grab the golden mask of the golden woman, only piece of her attire
remaining on her.
“No….no….you can´t……”.-Declared Miss Muscle, feeling as a growing rage
went through her incredible, perfect body. In a sudden explosion of energy, the
great super heroine stood up of the armchair, pushing back Suzy and her hand
far from her. Raised again over her chiselled, muscular legs, the muscular
woman took her power stance one more time, placing her huge hands over her
chiselled waist, pushing forward he voluptuous chest, tensing every fibre of
her swollen, developed musculature…
”I
am….Miss Muscle, Slander. You won’t unmask me….”.-Try to yell the strong, 7
feet amazon to her thin, 5’ 5’’
torturess. But a second later, that explosion of stamina left her as fast as it
had appeared. Her thick legs began to tremble, unable to hold her heavy body.
Her hands slid along her waist when her swollen arms loose her strength again,
falling limp over her sculptural thighs. Slander began to roar with insane laughter.
“Miss Muscle? Look at you!!! Your muscles are loosing her size and
definition day after day. Your huge breasts aren’t as firm and rounded as
before; now, they fall flaccid over your belly, with your nipples aiming to
your feet. Your skin is becoming pale and wrinkled…. You are only a naked,
ruined bodybuilder on her fifties. You aren’t a beauty goddess. You are old.
Your powers are running out….”.-Declared cruelly Suzy to the trembling heroine, barely able to get over
her bare feet.
With scorn, the small journalist
placed her small hands over the huge mounds of the huge heroine, pushing her
back slightly with her thin arms…tossing
to the muscular heroine over the armchair again.-“….you are
finished.”.-Said Slander, giving a devastating, psychological ‘coup de grace’
to the scorched heroine.
With a long, loud heave of pleasure, Miss Muscle fell heavily over the
armchair. Laid on it, with her sculptural, muscular legs stretched, wide
opened…and flaccid over the carpet, her
long, swollen arms over the arms of the armchair…powerless, lifeless, her
blonde head fallen between her deep, huge cleavage, staring with incredulity as
her nipples grew again due to the simple shove of the evil journalist, Miss
Muscle was only a wireless muscular puppet.
Raising her face, Miss Muscle realized that Slander had taken her power
pose, roaring with insane laughter. Even though the evil journalist was thin
and short, she looked much more impressive and threatening that the blonde
Maiden of Muscle, whose sculptural, panting body rested totally exhausted on
the armchair, showing unchastely her huge boobs and her chiselled crotch.
Behind her triumphant nemesis, the mighty valkirie could see the red dot of her
digital video camera, filming with high detail her broken body and her pleasant
moans. That setting was too much for the weakened will of the heroine….
“You…you are right, Slander….You are right. I…I am feeling as my powers
are leaving me……I…I must admit that….”.-Confessed the finished heroine, with
fading and whispering voice..-“…the other night….on the lane, two…two
small……teenagers...made me an...an unimaginable number with my nipples and
crotch….I can’t…I can’t forgive it….You could see me after that……Tonight…..a….crock….a
simple crock put me to sleep….and I don´t know who he made it…..But you have
seen the result…..I was naked…tied on a bed….with my own attire…I…I am
much….much stronger than you, Suzy Slander but….but I have been unable to
defend myself while you were masturbating me…..making me
pant….heave……..enjoy…….as never….All of that have been filmed by you….I will be
finished when you show the video to the world….and I am too weak to stop
you.”.-Declared Miss Muscle, sobbing, ashamed by her weakness and her utter
defeat.
Slowly, with feline steps, with a lecherous grim of pure satisfaction on
her face, Suzy Slander, powerless journalist, approached to Miss Muscle,
Champion of Justice on Alpha City during more of two decades. Her small hand
caressed slowly the golden mask, enjoying of the look of fear of the heroine
whose sapphire eyes, behind the slits of her mask, were blurred with tears.
“No…No….Suzy….please….I beg you……My….my family will be
endanger!!!!.....My husband….My son…..My…..my…..my students…..I…I pleade
you…..I…I will make what you wanted…..I…I will confess you all my defeats…..You
will get the complete story of my carer….only for you…I…I will tell you
everything you want….on live….but please….don´t unmask me….don´t reveal my
secret identity….please…..please…..”.-Implore the marvellous heroine, while her
muscular, powerless physique shook in a futile attempt to move away of that
hand.
I a
superb effort for her broken physique and will, the right hand of the heroine
got to grab the small wrist of Slander when she began to remove the mask.
Somehow, that powerful, muscular arm, thick as a rafter, was unable to avoid
the unavoidable. Inch by inch, with that heavy arm hanged flaccidly on her
hand, Suzy Slander removed the last piece of her golden attire, among the pleas
of Miss Muscle…till finally her face was totally exposed. Miss Slander dropped the golden mask at the
bare feet of….
“….Spencer-Johnson……..you….you are Mrs Spencer-Johnson….Kate Spencer-Johnson….a
simple scholar teacher is Miss Muscle!!!”.-Declared astonished the journalist,
that had recognized her by many incidents involving Miss Muscle….her alter-ego.
Tears
slid down along the cheeks of Kate because…although there was a huge, muscular,
voluptuous, blonde woman spreaded on the armchair, that woman isn’t the mighty
Miss Muscle. Stripped of her tiny attire, drained her strength, broken her
will…revealed her secret identity…that muscular woman was only Kate
Spencer-Johnson. Miss Muscle was as destroyed as her golden attire.
“You have won… Suzy Slander….”.-Declared Kate, sobbing on shame.-“You
have got what hundred villains… and
villains…much more powerful than you….have dreamed….You have got the ultimate
evidence…….Yes….you are right….My name is Kate…..Kate Spencer-Johnson…I..I am a
teacher……and I have got a family too…..”.-Said Kate, desperate.
Astonished, Slander saw as the huge body of Kate was able, with a
supreme effort, slid down along the armchair, falling in all her muscular fours
in front of her small. ‘Now, she seems a cow, really. Her grotesque breasts
hanging down from her chest as udders…..’-Though with satisfaction the perverse
journalist, deaf for the pleas of the supplicant woman…
With
unnatural scorn, Suzy took a handful of her golden mane, raising her head,
enjoying with the look of fear on the uncovered sapphire eyes of Kate.- “Oh no,
my dear Kate. I don´t matter your family…Since that day when I was on the point
to see as you were killed by the Ice Cream Man, I have dreamed to unmask you,
to see how one of your ridiculous villains or villainess made you to cum…or
kill. Now, I have got one of my dreams . Soon, everybody will know that the
muscular, horny heroine of Alpha City is you, a simple teacher. You and Stride
ruined my carer….I will ruin your life, ha, ha, ha….”
“No…no…please…no….”.-Whispered Kate, raising her left arm, trying to
grab her. Somehow, out of strength, out of will, the muscular Kate fell heavily
on the carpet…unconscious. And worse. Her marvellous body began to shine with a
golden aura. In seconds, the huge, muscular, voluptuous heroine began to loose
her impressive size, her thick and developed muscles, her swollen bosom…leaving
only the small, standard body of a naked, middle-aged woman….
Suzy
was unable to believe her luck. Her secret identity, her amazing
transformation, her pleas, her moans…her orgasms….all of that filmed in high
definition!!! “Rest in peace, Kate…Miss Muscle. Because when you awake, your
world will be destroyed, ha, ha, ha….”.-Slander declared to the sobbing body of
Kate. Then, she turned off the video camera and made her way to the door of the
room. Dawn could be seen through the windows. ‘Dawn of my celebrity’.-Thought
Suzy.-‘Breakfast and the images of Miss Muscle unmasked. Today will be a great
day for me!!!’
Somehow, the door opened in front of her. A tall, handsome man, dressed
with a tuxedo appeared in front of the exultant journalist. “Who the hell are
you?.-Asked Suzy, stunned, and surprised when she saw two teenagers dressed as
Playboy bunnies taking the inert, powerless body of Kate, and placing her again
on the armchair.
“Good
Morning, Miss Slander. My name is Mr Mind...”.-The man said politely.-“..and I
need your help….”.-He said with a evil smile on his lips, placing the shinning
sphere of his cane in front of her face…..In a second, her body stiffened while
her eyes blurred, submitted to the metal power of the villain.
“You
will get your exclusive, my dear Slander. The way in which you have broken Miss
Muscle has been fantastic, much better I have expected from you. You will get
much more…Today, Miss Muscle will die at my hands…and you and your video camera
will be the main witnesses of this event….”
TO BE CONTINUED