MISS
MUSCLE MEETS MR MIND (4)
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.
Kate Spencer Home
Kate, dressed in a sheer, silk
underwear, stared her huge flat screen TV once again, unable to believe what
she was seen on it…on Prime Time.-“Fucked whore….you promised me……you made
it….”.-Though Kate in despair, sobbing, kneeled on the carpet of her home. Her
most intimate secrets…revealed to the world!!! Her carer as superheroine was
finished!!!,.-“Citizens of Alpha City will never rely on me any
longer!!!!”.-Cursed the betrayed woman. Somehow, she kept kneeled, staring it,
totally mesmerized, those humbling images of her alter-ego, Miss Muscle,
heaving and screaming on pleasure while the perfidious hands of Mrs Slander was
molesting her globular, oversized boobs and chiselled vagina…as other millions
of viewers of that disgusting ‘Reality Show’.
And worse, on high detail,
that damned edited ‘interview’ to
her…sat on that dirty armchair of that dirty motel, her sculptural legs wide
opened, showing her moist cunt, oozing her cum, flowing down her golden milk
from her extremely erected, hardened nipples of her huge mammaries…or udders,
as Suzy had appropriately called them. Only her face was covered, barely
covered by her golden mask identified that muscular woman as Miss Muscle.-“That
woman can’t be Miss Muscle…She can’t be Miss Muscle…”.-Sobbed the humiliated
scholar teacher.
But that perfectly muscular,
blonde woman, that was answering the questions from Suzy Slander, the evil
journalist, with a sleepy voice, was Miss Muscle, two days ago, not a trick
from the ambitious, immoral journalist. Kate knew that, and she also knew that
all her answers were true. Suzy Slander had unmasked the real soul of Miss
Muscle….
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“Tell me, Miss Muscle…When I
found you, you were tied on this bed…tied with your own golden ‘attire’, if
your minuscule ‘bikini’ may be called on that way….”.-Questioned Slander with
scorn., while images of Miss Muscle, tied to the bed with her massive arm and
legs wide opened appeared again, showing her muscular voluptuousness,
defenceless in a dominated, defenceless pose.
“Bob…..Bob….the
driver….surprised me and…..”.-Muttered the sleepy heroine, trying to raise her
blonde head from the deeps of her abyssal cleavage.
“You are lying me, Miss
Muscle. A driver?...You, the mighty Maiden of Muscle, surprised and defeated by
a simple driver? People deserve to know the truth!!!”.-Yelled Slander, seizing
the left, oversized, sensitive nipple. The muscular physique of the heroine,
twisted and twitched slightly on agonic pleasure, filling the room with a
symphony of erotic heaves and moans.
“Nnnnooooo…pleeeaasseee…Aaaaahhhh….Oooooohhh….Stooooppppp…….Uuuuhhhh….Eeenoughhhht…..Eeenouuuhhh…..”.-
“Then, Miss Muscle…Tell us the
truth…NOW!!!”.-Commanded Slander, removing her long fingers of her huge,
throbbing nipple.
“I…..I….allowed……allowed to
be…..surprised….excited…….erotically….knocked down…..”:-Reply the aroused
heroine after long seconds of moans.
“Why? Why the finest citizen
of Alpha City, our famous Champion of Justice made such a thing? Why a superior
woman wanted to be defeated by an ordinary man?”.-Questioned astonished Suzy.
“Pleasure……unbearable…indescribable…overwhelming….pleasure”.-Whispered
Miss Muscle, with her sapphire eyes, blurred behind the slits of her
mask..-“Exciting my…my erogenous areas….my crotch…my knobs….lead me into…into
an unimaginable….ectasy…..I..I…I need that….that ecstasy….diary….as a drug….I
need it….I have needed it during decades….during my carer as heroine…Being
bondage….or defeated by inferior foes…increase…increase my pleasure…..”
“Oh, my God!!! Do you mean
that you are a kind of nymphomaniac? That you combat the crime as a simple
change to get your dose of…of pleasure?”.-Real incredulity on her voice.
“Y…yes…I…am…a super
nymphomaniac….a complete addict…to sex and bondage….It…it is a game…funny….I
fell….over my rounded buttocks…allowing Bob….to jump over me….I…I then feigned
fear…men like this…but I didn’t make anything but ‘scream’ with terror, …while
his hands fell and caressed wildly and firmly my covered nipples…feeling his
erected, throbbing cock over my pussy….Then, I…I heave of real pleasure….Bob
howled of jubilee, enjoying of his triumph over the invincible Miss Muscle….My
pleasure…became…in ecstasy…Bob tore out my golden bikini, leading his mouth to
my hardened, stiffened nipples…licking…and sucking it eagerly….”.-The sleepy
voice of the heroine is full of pleasure, as remembering her submission…and her
voluptuous body reacted to that. The sculptural muscles of her chiselled vagina
contracted one time and another, spitting a new leak of cum, streams of milk
reassumed its flow, sliding down along her globular breasts, with falling gouts
dropping over her massive thighs….
“You are disgusting, Miss
Muscle!!!. You are insane!!!”.-Declared honestly Slander, among moans of
pleasure of the horny heroine.
“Dragging…dragging
me….defenceless….totally vulnerable…..tying me with my own attire….was…was
wonderful….the feeling of deadly peril…the…risk…domination, the unconquerable
being conquest…..you can’t imagine that pleasure….you can’t…..”.-Whispered Miss
Muscle, close to the umpteenth orgasm of the night.
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Staring that part of the
‘interview/interrogatory’, a sudden thought assaulted the ashamed mind of Kate.
A foggy remembrance of her first transformation on Miss Muscle…and the first time
she was knocked out. She remembered that overwhelming feeling of total
superiority, how her slender body had become in a perfectly defined muscular
physique, oozing power….But she also remembered that unthinkable feeling when
she was surprised from behind and her breasts caressed firmly. She had made
love before, and she had enjoyed as never…but the ecstasy that she felt in that
moment was a thousand better. Kate had never forgotten that moment. She had
looked for that feeling since that day, every day. Her social life, admitted
Kate to herself, had been a total disaster. Nobody could satisfy Kate
Spencer…but villains could satisfy Miss Muscle. No husband, no children…Kate
had lived for Miss Muscle´s pleasure, the horny heroine, even had got fame…till
now. Revealed her secret, Miss Muscle had become in a horny, muscular whore…”My
life is ruined….”.-Sobbed Kate again….But the TV program had finished yet.
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“I can’t believe you, Miss
Muscle.”.-Reassumed Slander.-“Do you really mean that you lose fights to get
pleasure, sex? What about the night before, on the jewellery alley? You seems
really defeated, I think….”.-Said ironically Slander.
Then, a grim of fear covered
the masked face of Miss Muscle.-“What….what do you say?”.-Asked, the heroine
with trembling voice
“I mean…Miss
Muscle…”.-Declared Slander, placing her hands over the satin skin of the
sculptural thighs of the Golden Goddess of Muscle, sliding her fingers into her
chiselled groins.-“…that you were really defeated. Tell us Miss Muscle…tell us
how you were defeated…or…”.-Told ominously Slander, approaching her soft
fingers to the excited, exposed vaginal lips of her.
“I…I…I….will….explain
it…..all”.-Miss Muscle said with trembling voice, felling as another orgasm
grew into her from her molested womanhood.-“I…I
landed…..overconfident….overconfident as ever. Two women….almost
teenagers….thin…small….with bags…leaving the jewellery. Then…then…they jump
over me….taking my swollen arms. I…uuhh…I am…aahh…unable to….oohh…to broke…uuuhhh.. her...oohhh..
grip….aaaaaaahhhhhhh…weak...ooohhh…nipples…aaahhh…sucked…ooooooooohhhhhhh”.-Began
to heave the powerful heroine.
Moans of growing ecstasy
replaced the sexy explanation of the golden heroine. Gurgling of golden milk
began to slide down from her extremely engorged nipples along her rounded,
bouncing mammaries, a dense cum soak her chiselled groins while her muscular
physique shakes and heaves, close to another powerful climax….while the excited
mind of the Blonde Goddess of Muscle remembered her “fight” on the alley.
“I understand you, Miss
Muscle. Your mythical strength was unable to offset the strength of two
teenager....”.-Smiled Slander.-“…or maybe you are losing your golden power? I
realize that you don’t already seem as perfect as a few years ago, Miss Muscle.
Your muscles aren´t as defined and perfect as ever, your huge, oversized,
grotesque boobs aren´t as firm and rounded as ever….and that means that the Golden Power of you isn´t as
intense as a few years ago. I think that this is the decline of Miss Muscle as
heroine…”.-Declared triumphant Slander after her logical explanation.
Meanwhile, the growing climax
of the horny heroine had led her out of the cracking armchair. Heaving on
pleasure on her thick, sculptural all fours, prone in front of the evil
journalist, Miss Muscle confessed.-“Powerless….day after day…..weaker and
weaker…..losing my strength…..impure…old….Golden Energy leaving
me….finished…..”
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Kate sobbed again. Finished.
The pathetic, heaving Miss Muscle of the TV was right. Her power had been
decreased day by day. She wasn’t young and perfect. And Slander had showed
these facts to the world, citizens of Alpha City…and its villains. She had
ruined her prestige as superheroine, exposing what she really was, a muscular
nymphomaniac, a single, solitary, forty years old nymphomaniac teacher,
exposing her growing weakness, even without excitation. And the TV program
hadn’t finished yet…
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Miss Muscle, with her sapphire
eyes blurred and covered in tears, got on her knees, staring Slander with a
grim of plead. With her exhausted physique, glistering in sweat, cum and golden
milk, the amazing, huge Golden Goddess of Muscle begged to the small, thin
journalist. Huge, erected nipples of rounded, flaccid breasts aimed down,
thick, swollen arms raised to Slander in a supplicant pose….Sometimes, Miss
Muscle had begged for mercy…but not in front of a camera, not in front of a “weaker”
enemy, not in front of the worst of her ach-nemesis…Miss Slander…
“Please…Mrs Slander…..You…you
cant´….you can´t show this……People…people won´t understand….they will lose the
faith on me…..You can´t……”.-Said pathetically Miss Muscle to her triumphant
interviewer.
“Don’t worry, Miss Muscle”.-Smiled Mrs Slander, caressing the
long, blonde hair of the physical and psychological exhausted heroine.-“Your
secret is safe with me….”
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“You promised, fucked whore.
You promised. Now, I am finished….You have destroyed Miss Muscle….”.-Muttered
Kate, alone in her living room. Then, she began to cry. What none super
powerful foes had got, Miss Slander had got in less than one hour, the total
destruction of Miss Muscle as superheroic icon. Nobody rely in a nymphomaniac
heroine…
“Oh. Poor Miss Muscle! His…oh,
sorry, I mean, her girlfriend has betrayed her in public! What a shame for
you!. Your unchaste secret revealed!!! I suppose it must be terrible for you.
But, you are wrong, my dear blonde muscular tomboy. You aren’t finished…yet.
“.-Jeered a voice behind her.
Kate, startled, got over her
bare feet on the carpet, trembling, scared for that masculine man on her own
home, turning her face to those voice, full of self-confident And worse…he had
called her Miss Muscle!!! Her secret identity was known by that man!!!
“Who…who are you?”.-Asked Kate
with fear on her soft voice, moving away from that tall strange man,
ridiculously dressed with top hat, tuxedo and cane.
“Oh, Really? Don´t you
remember me? Excellent!!!. I didn’t expect such a success!!! My plot is working
well!!!”.-He exclaimed with jubilee.-“Really well.”
Kate stared him with her
sapphire eyes, confused by the words of that strange.-“I don´t know who are
you…and your plot….But…but you have made a mistake…I am,,,”.-Declared Kate,
regaining a bit of self confident, smiling a bit under her blurred eyes.
“…I am Miss Muscle, stupid villain.”.-Declared the man, finishing her
sentence, trying to imitate her voice.-“Miss Muscle. In front of me, I am only
seen an unattractive, middle-aged, single woman…This sheer nightwear of you can’t conceal anything for me…because
there is nothing to hide, ha, ha, ha….”.-Jeered cruelly the man.
“We shall see!!!”.-Whispered
Kate with growing rage.-“I will show the ‘unattractive’ physique of Miss Muscle…and her tiny attire don’t hide
anything either….”.-Said Kate, taking with her thin body the famous power pose
of her awesome alter ego, tensing her barely muscular physique.
“Of course! I forgot it!!!You
need to combat the crime almost naked, you need to excite the honest male
too….although on second though, that tiny golden bikini of yours can’t barely
be considered as attire…Well, never mind. Everybody in Alpha City knows that
her amazing, horny, masturbatory icon likes to be an indecent exposure woman
too, ha, ha, ha. Summon Miss Muscle. Summon her…If you can…. ”.-Jeered the man
with a lewd grim on his face.
“BY THE POWER OF
MUSCLE!!!”.-Yelled Kate, trying to ignore his cruel words. Almost immediately,
she began to feel as the Golden energy began to flow along her, from her still
small breasts to her still small, unmuscular body. Little by little…too much
little by little in fact.
“…because the Golden Power
owns and helps to pure, chaste women…and you don’t. You are a disgusting whore
that uses the weakness of the Golden Energy for your selfish pleasure. The
Golden Power owns and helps young, strong women…and you are weak and old.
Golden Power don’t owns already you…and It won’t come to you….”
…It won’t come to you….
…It won’t come to you….
…It won’t come to you….
It
won’t come to you….The words of the villain hit the mind of Kate with
force, burning the feelings and thoughts that she had got on the last week…and
night. Weak, old, horny…alone. Kate knew that her incredible, amazing power
depended of the ‘purity’ and willpower of her mind and body. That was the
reason why when her erogenous areas were excited, or her amazing breasts and
vagina polluted, her super powers collapsed almost immediately, that was the
reason why, in extreme danger, she was able to reach a super powered state,
becoming her in a invincible, blonde, muscular valkyrie. Miss Muscle needed to
be a proud, chastity woman to exist, with a powerful reason to fight…but now,
Kate had realized that she wasn’t pure and chaste….that her prestige and proud
had vanished due to the interview with Miss Slander.
Although Kate could feel the Golden
Energy, emerging from her small, burning nipples, running through her, the
transformation didn’t happen, restrained by those ominous, impure thoughts on
her mind, stopped by a critical lack of willpower. Her small body twitched due
to her futile attempts to focus her mind on the transformation. The sheer silk
of her nightwear clinged to her soaked-in-sweat body as a second skin. Her face
became in a mask of highest, futile stress. . Kate began to heave and pant due
to the effort, but she felt that not only the Golden Energy of her breast
didn’t grow or fill her muscles…but also it was drained her own strengths.
Her body began to tremble,
exhausted, depleted and, finally, with a fade whisper incredulity, Kate
Spencer, unable to transform herself into Miss Muscle, fell on knees,
defenceless, in front of that unknown, victorious man, roaring in front of her
with a sinister, triumphant laugther. “No…no…it can’t be……it can’t be
possible….”.-Muttered Kate in despair and incredulity, staring her untransformed,
weak body.
“I told you, ‘Kate’.
Miss Muscle has abandoned you, disgusting COW. An now, you are on my hands, ha, ha, ha…”.-Said the man,
pushing slightly her left breast with the glass ball of his cane.
Exhausted, defenceless, Kate
fell flaccid on the carpet, without strengths and reasons to fight. She had
always feared that someday, a villain would be able to utterly defeat her and
kill her, wondering what kind of gun or trick would be used to get such a
prowess. On the past, an strange creature called Poison Silt had drained and,
apparently killed her…Few years ago, an Underworld Demon called “The Balrog”,
invoked by the evil magician Harvey Potter, had beaten her, breaking all her
bones and leaving her on a pestilent swamp on the Tartarus Dimension….Somehow,
Miss Muscle, thanks to the Golden Energy, had survived to that events.
But she had never thought that
the villain could discover her secret identity to kill her on her own home, or
kill her as Kate, not as Miss Muscle. That unknown villain had been too much
for her. In a minute, had got what hundreds of villains and villainess had
tried to get: the dead of Miss Muscle.
The man aimed the ball of his
cane directly to her vagina. Fearing a kind of deadly, painful ray or beam of
energy over her womanhood, Kate began to beg for mercy.-“Please….please…..Miss
Muscle….I am unable to summon her…..she…she…have left…left me…I…am…finished……I
am…..I am no rival for you…..I am not….a superheroine….Mss Muscle is
dead…..Forgive my life….”.-Sobbed in despair the defenceless Kate, while the
glass ball changed its target to her plain cleavage, sliding it along the
satiny skin of her mousy, human body.
In despair, Kate stared the
eyes of her victorious conqueror and, suddenly, she learned his
identity.-“You…you are….I…I can´t believe it…I...I saved you…Why? Why are you
doing me this?”.-Declared Kate in deep surprise.
“Incredible!!! You have
recognized me!!! Really? Never mind. You won´t be able to use this information
to defeat me, ha, ha, ha. It is too late for you…Miss Spencer..”.-He declared
ominously, nailing the bottom of his cane into the exposed crotch of the
defenceless, former heroine. Kate felt that cruel tip warm, hot, as an
electrical touch. Scared, close to her dead, the conquered woman began to feel
that, on her penetrated vagina, her clit began to grow in excitation, tearing
slow, undesired moans of desire.
Kate seized the cane with her
small hands in a weak, useless grip, but her feeble attempts to extract that
long phallus only increased the pleasure and her heaves.-“Now, look at the
glass ball. LOOK AT THE GLASS BALL”.-He commanded. Her sapphire, blurred eyes,
obediently, looked the shinning glass ball of his cane, with her hands grabbing
weakly the bottom of that sinister lighthouse.
“I look the glass ball…I look
the glass ball…”.-Repeated the conquered woman, one time and another, staring
the light, totally mesmerized by it. Her hands opened and her thin, naked arms
fell flaccid on the sides of her body, eyes totally opened, without o trace of
intelligence on it, saliva sliding out from her opened-in-astonishment mouth.
With the mind, and body, of
Kate, completely opened to him, exposed to his sinister plot, Mr Mind reassumed
his task to destroy the mightiest heroine of Alpha City…
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Alpha City Centennial Park
The bare feet of the Golden
Goddess of Muscle touched the grass of the main park of the city, in front of
the statue. She stared sadly the marvellous bronze statue of her, placed in the
middle of the grass. The natural-size bronze statue looked superb. Every line
of her perfect, curvaceous, voluptuous physique, frozen forever on her amazing
power pose, had been chiselled on the brilliant metal perfectly by the artist.
But that perfect body had disappeared, devoured by age.
Miss Muscle’s breasts weren’t
as firm and rounded as the statue’s breasts, and her muscles weren’t as swollen
and defined as the statue showed. But not only her awesome physique was
declining, but also her self confident was disappearing…faster than her muscles
and her swollen feminine attributes.
She was unable to remember the
facts of her nightmare…but she had awaked really scared, fearing that someone
could attack her on her own home. The face of his/her/their attackers was
blurred on her mind…but the fear was nailed on her soul yet.
The golden goddess stared one
more time those chiselled, pushed-forward, metallic, perfectly firm and rounded
boobs, those muscular, perfectly defined, slightly opened legs, those thick,
powerful arms, her hands placed over those sculptural waist, the perfect waves
of her rippling, symmetric eight pack…That Miss Muscle had disappeared. As her
prestige. It was the time to demise…It was the time to announced her
retirement…It was the perfect day to do that…Today, was the annual Miss
Muscle’s Day.
Bystanders and onlookers had
begun to surround the blonde super woman, staring her with a strange look on
their eyes. All of them, the entire planet, really, had seen the Slander’s TV
show (a demolishing 100% SHARE for that disgusting journalist). Now, they were
unable what to think about her. A nymphomaniac super heroine? Or a weak super
heroine? Can we trust on her? Can be a model for our children?
Their eyes inflamed on her
deep feelings of shame…All of them were right: Nymphomaniac, weak, unworthy of
any confident or to be an icon of virtue. And all her satin, soft, tanned,
impenetrable skin tainted in red when she realized that journalist, cameras and
photographers rushed to her among the growing crowd….led by Slander, the
immoral Suzy Slander, the woman that had utterly beaten Miss Muscle. On second
thought, the Muscular Amazon considered that it was right; the conqueress deserved
the big prize…Surrounded by the mass media, with the statue of her glorious
past, the Golden Heroine began to speak.
“I…I am Miss Muscle….I have
been your protector, the protector of Alpha City….the Champion of Justice
during more that two decades but….but….but I think that there is the moment…the
moment of my retirement as super heroine….I….”.-The Huge Blonde Goddess began
to sob, unable to continue her final speech, while around her, mutters and
whispers of surprise grew and grew among the crowd. During a long minute,
flashes and questions fell over the ashamed heroine, whose blonde head had
fallen on her deep, voluptuous cleavage.
Suddenly, the crowd and
journalists silenced, as the flashes of the cameras. Surprised, the sobbing
Blonde Amazon raised her head just in time to see with her blurred sapphire
eyes as a man, dressed with tuxedo, top hat and cane approached to her,
clapping his gloved hands.
“Excellent speech Miss Muscle.
Short and really, really emotional…but you will not escape from me so
easily…You won’t retire, you deserve to be utterly defeated by me…BY MR
MIND…THE MAN WHO HAVE BEATEN MISS MUSCLE!!!!”.-Yelled proudly the young man in
front of her.
Miss Muscle was stunned. She
was sure that she had never seen that man before. Somehow, an irrational
feeling of “déjà vu” and fear shocked
her body and soul. Unaware, the muscular female step back a bit.-“I…I am sure
that…that this is the first time I see you…Mr…Mr Mind”.-Muttered Miss
Muscle.-“You…you have never beaten…beaten me. Never.”
“Don´t worry about that, my
dear air-headed muscular bimbo. All answers will be replied…before your
dead.”.-Declared ominously the villain.
“You…you must be
insane.”.-Declared Miss Muscle, although without her usual self-confident on
her voice, taking a defensive, pose, tensing her muscles as much as she could.
That man wasn’t as tall as her, maybe she was more that one foot taller than
him and really more muscular and strong as him, even with her current weaker
state. Somehow, Miss Muscle hesitated…and everybody was seeing that.
“Come on, Miss Muscle. Come
here. I challenge you. Come here and arrest me…or you fear me?”.-Declared with
ironic the evil Mr Mind.
“You…You must return to the
mental asylum…Mr Mind.-“.-Said the Golden Woman, approaching to him slowly,
with caution. Close to him (because her huge bosom could hit his face…or
worst), she placed her huge hand over his shoulder. “Come with me. You are no
rival for me….”
“Are you sure, Miss
Weak-Muscle? Haven´t you notice that the glass sphere of my cane is made of
Green Musclenite?. Green Musclenite, Miss Muscle. Green Musclenite. Green Musclenite.”.-Whispered Mr Mind to her
ears.
…GREEN MUSCLENITE…
…GREEN MUSCLENITE…
…GREEN MUSCLENITE…
Miss Muscle heaved in despair
when her swollen, powerful muscles began to loose her strength, drained and
corrupted by the radiation of that rock that came from the space, able to weak
her at distance. She tried to backtrack, but the left hand had already seized
her right wrist and, with a fast, strong movement, had twisted her huge, thick,
muscular arm on her back.
Miss Muscle struggled weakly
with her smaller and, apparently, weaker opponent. In vain. Her muscles,
irradiated by the green radiation of the space rock, were as weak as a
kitten…and eventually weaker and weaker...Her muscular, voluptuous physique
trembled of weakness. Her free arm tried, clumsy, to seize Mr Mind and release
his unbreakable grip, among her own heaves of panic and fear. Crowd muttered
astonished, seen as the huge muscular heroine was dominated in a test of
strength in such a way.
The dominated blonde super
female felt something on her ample, deep cleavage, between her huge, rounded
twin peaks. Her sapphire eyes, behind the slits of her golden mask, opened wide
in panic when she realized that a huge, irregular piece of Green Musclenite was
placed between her enormous, globular boobs, source of her amazing powers. Her
head was beating of supreme fear, out of control, knowing that the Green
Musclenite, so close of her super mammaries, not only would weak her totally,
but also would kill her of pure, extremely weakness.
“Stop….stop…..Mr
Mind……Green…Green Musclenite…..you…you are killing…killing meeee….”.-Declared
the huge, blonde, voluptuous tower of muscles while the awesome columns of her
perfectly muscular legs, collapsed,
sending her on knees, trembling of weakness and fear.
Green Musclenite? Where?
Slander thought, unable to see where Green Musclenite was. She was only seeing
her hated muscular tomboy, kneeled, weak, with the cane of the villain between
her grotesquely inflated udders. And her skin wasn´t in green!!! Somehow, Miss
Muscle-Cow was staring the small glass sphere of the cane with terror!!! “I
don´t understand that. But never mind. This guy is kicking her massive buttocks
for good. Stare and enjoy, Suzy….”.-Thought Slander in jubilee.
“Gggg….gre…..eennn….mmmuss…musssscleee…….nnitttee….”.-Whispered
the kneeled blonde amazon to the astonished crowd, although none of them was
unable to see the deadly green rock. They are only able to see as the muscular,
blonde, voluptuous, moaning giantess was easily controlled and dominated by
that ‘small and weak’ man.
Her massive arm tried and
failed on its attempt to grab her foe. One time and another, that muscular arm
fell along her sculptural, heaving physique.
“Poor Miss Muscle. You, so
muscular, so huge, are unable to beat me. You are weak now, you are loosing
your strength and powers because you are a dirty, lecherous, horny whore, not a
superheroine…but don’t lie them…There isn’t Green Musclenite on my cane…You
know. They know. Your ‘fans’ are only seen how pathetic her idol is. Pathetic
and weak. You looks impressive…muscular, voluptuous….but your appearance is a
lie…”.-Jeered Mr Mind cruelly, while her sapphire eyes was still seen that
green rock between her rounded boobs while the powerful, muscular Valkyrie felt
the lethal radiation burning her chiselled cleavage, her swollen breast,
scorching her strength and
power.-“You….you……killing….killing….meeeeee”.-Protested weakly the amazing
golden goddess of muscle.
“It is true, Miss Muscle. I
haven´t got Green Musclenite on my cane, I have got PINK Musclenite in my
cane….Pink Musclenite. Pink Musclenite.
Pink Musclenite.”.-Whispered Mr Mind to her ear.
…Pink Musclenite…
…Pink
Musclenite…
…Pink
Musclenite…
“Pink…pink…Musclenite….”.-Muttered
the fleshy lips of the golden muscular female. Astonished, Miss Muscle saw as
the green stone, embedded between her titanic udders began to change in
color...from green to pink. And the ‘pink musclenite’ between her breasts began
to work…
A long, deafening moan of
pleasure left the sculptural throat of Miss Muscle when the erotic “radiation”
of the “pink stone” hit her body, shivering of ecstasy every fibre of her
muscular physique. Under her golden bikini, her huge nipples began to grow,
hard and large as thumbs, clearly visible for everybody, while her womanhood
began to ooze with her inner juices, staining her massive thighs and the grass
over her.
Her free arm changed her
target, trying now to reach the grotesquely, huge, nipples growing under her
gold bra. Though her arm was unable to reach them, the touch of her fingers
with the tanned skin of her rounded breasts was able to pull up louder and
louder pants of ecstasy on her. Finally, unable to get the supreme, ultimate
climax through her boobs, her fingers led her way to the bottom, into her
golden thong. Easily, her fingers reached her swollen, excited clit, beginning
to caress it in a expertise way, slower, enjoying and panting with every wave
of pleasure that went through her muscular, excited physique, one time, two
times….
Onlookers stared astonished as
her muscular paladin succumbed to the pleasure of her defeat. All of them have
heard from her lips how excited she felt when she was defeated…but the fact of
seen as the huge, muscular horny-heroine led herself to a climax was amazing.
Now, they was able to ear her heaves, pants and screams of ecstasy on live…they
was able to see as her tanned, firm skin covered eventually in sweat due to the
excitation and efforts of her self-masturbation…they was able to see as her
sapphire eyes blurred in pleasure behind her golden mask…they was able to see
as her perfectly defined muscles gave up to the pleasure, with long trails of
sweat sliding along her defined physique.
Climax came soon. Under ‘the
effect’ of the pink stone and her own fingers, her crotch exploded in an
explosive, demolishing orgasm to her. The screech of pure ecstasy shivered
onlookers of erotic defeat of the golden heroine. Muscles of her perfect eight
pack contracted to the limit to spit a powerful stream of cum through her covered vagina, opening and
staining the chiselled groins of her sculptural thighs, making a puddle under
her. Panting with every explosion of cum, the sexual climax/ordeal of the
muscular valkyrie continued during a long, long minute.
Finally, trembles ceased but
not her heaves, remembrance of her former, overwhelming climax. Her eyes roller
back on her head, her mouth opened in an obscene, mute “a” of astonishment. The
remaining of her legendary golden power had been spent totally on that
perverse, ultimate orgasm. In that moment, Mr Mind released his grip and then,
the huge, muscular, voluptuous valkyrie fell to the ground with her titanic
airbags first, without a sound but the “THUD” of her enormous watermelons when
they crashed to the grass.
Somehow, deep on her mind,
‘pink musclenite’ was still working on her. Although her amazing strength was
totally drained, her huge arms, inch by inch, were trying to reach her excited,
erogenous zones to get another orgasm, and another, and another…..
“Look at her, Alpha City! Look
at your muscular idol! Your greatest
crime-fighter is only a weak whore! A horny, muscular cow that only wants her
sexual satisfaction! Look at her! Hear her! Heaving of ecstasy!”.-Yelled Mr
Mind to the astonished, muted citizens of Alpha City.
Then, Mr Mind sat on the
muscular back of the horny heroine, placing his hands on the sides of her
flattened breasts. The huge physique of the golden goddess shivered and heaved
of pleasure under his slight touch.-“Look at her! Finding pleasure on her
defeat!”.-Yelled with scorn the victorious villain.
Sliding his gloved hands along
her voluptuous sides, pulling her up pants of ecstasy, Mr Mind laid over her
broad, defined back. Taking her blond head between his hands, he raised her to
the surprised onlookers. They saw a look of pure ecstasy on her masked face,
while, on the other hand, among the erotic fog of her totally aroused state,
her blurred eyes saw a grim of shame and disgust on their faces; her
marvellous, beautiful goddess wasn’t what they had imagined and seen during two
decades.
“There isn’t Pink Musclenite
close to you Miss Muscle nor green Musclenite…Weakness and ecstasy are only in your
mind…my air-headed muscle cow.”.-Whispered Mr Mind with jubilee.-“They are just
hypnotic suggestions that I implanted you in your weak brain…in the alley.
Remember that, now. Remember that….”
In seconds, a shadow of
surprise, fear and shame crossed her face and eyes, when Miss Muscle, finally,
remembered what had happened on that dark alley, a few days ago. The bunnies
licking her nipples while she was trying to get her super powered state…Mr
Mind, over her, with his shining cane, commanding her to believe any command,
commanding her to forget his presence….“No…No…It´s it´s….imposible….”.-Muttered
the defeated heroine, with fear on her voice.-“My..my mind…taken over… in such
a way!...”.
“Very good, Stupid Muscle! You
understand. Your ‘weakness’, your ‘lack of self-confidence’…All of that it is
my work. I convinced you to believe that the Golden Power was leaving
you...and, as you can see, I got it…You wasn’t able to fight against your own
mind…or against a foe that you didn’t know his existence. Now, you know the
truth…too late. Your muscular body is useless, drained of strength. You are on
my hands. This is your end, Miss Muscle. The Day of Miss Muscle will be the Day
OF THE DEATH of Miss Muscle. And everybody will see that, ha, ha, ha…..”
With great effort, with fear
on her sapphire eyes, she raised her right, thick, muscular arm in a supplicant
pose, begging for help to the onlookers…Somehow, she only found looks of scorn
and shame on their faces. Specially, on the eyes of a children and his father.
There was a deep grim of disgust and scorn on their
faces.-“Please…please….Help…help me….”.-Her plaintive voice was totally out
of proud and bravery, but full of fear.
The children embraced his father, concealing his face of the fallen
heroine.-“You are a disgusting woman. We admired you, we admired your purity.
But now, you don’t deserve our admiration…”.-Declared the father with scorn and
hate on his face and voice.
“No…no….no….”.-Miss Muscle muttered. Her
powerful arm fell flaccidly to the grass…”Oh, Miss Muscle. As you can see my
plot to destroy you works perfectly. Now, you are unable to fight, people don´t
admire or believe in you, I have beaten your willpower, your prestige. That
simple driver was on the point to ruin my plot…a usual crock beating the
mightiest heroine? Fortunately, that guy only wanted the money. Moreover, Miss
Slander saved the night…She really hates you, Miss Muscle!!! It´s incredible!!!
I have never imagined the way to torture you in the motel!!!”.-Declared Mr
Mind, impressed.-“Now, You have nothing…You are nothing…Mr MIND
PREVAIL!!!”.-Yelled the villain, getting on his feet.
Miss Muscle began to sob in
despair. He was right. Mir Mind has been able to destroy her prestige, control
her mind and destroy her willpower. Even now, that the villain had revealed
himself and his plot, she was unable to do nothing. In the past, her will to
challenge and defeat life-and death troubles had driven her to her super
powered state. Without a reason to fight, laid on the grass, the flame of the golden
energy was extinguished. Unable to summon her amazing power, Miss Muscle was
only an enormous, flaccid piece of muscular meat, ready to be cu in pieces,
metaphorically and literally.
Mr Mind seized the golden back
strap of her bikini, and, pulled it back, he placed the inert heroine on knees.
Now, everybody could see the desperation of the fallen Golden Goddess on her
face and eyes…”Poor Miss Muscle! I think Justice won’t prevail this time, ha,
ha, ha…”.-Said the victorious villain in front of her, imitating her famous power pose. In desperation and shame,
the blonde head of the muscular, beaten amazon feel over her ample cleavage,
unable to face to her conqueror.
“Why…why are you humbling
me…on this way?...Why, why don’t…why don’t you rape…..and kill me?”.-Asked Miss
Muscle with fading voice.
“Because you ruined my plots
too many times on the past! Because I hate you! Because I am a villain! I don´t
need a reason to kick your perfect ass! But I have got a good reason, Miss
Muscle…Look at me, ‘goddess of the
muscle’. You know who I was; you know who I am….”
Slowly, Miss Muscle raised her
face to stare Mr Mind. Seconds later, her eyes opened in surprise.-“You…you
are…Toby Morris…The Thinker…The Thinker possessed your mind when you were 14
years old. You…and the mental energy of The Thinker developer “the
arouser”…You, a 14 years old defeated me, and almost erased my mind and killed
me with a super orgasm!….But...but I saved you!”.-Declared Miss Muscle with
incredulity.
“You are wrong, Miss Muscle. You
didn’t save me, or Toby. In fact, Toby and The Thinker died. A new entity was
born that day, full of hate to you, Miss Muscle, with an eager desire to
destroy you totally…as I have made today…And why? You know the reason. Remember
the basement in which I retained you. You, kneeled, naked in front of the
camera. I begin to question about you…Finally I force you to reveal your secret
identity and reassumed your powerful alter ego….I begin to caress your
boobs…Tell us, Miss Muscle, What happened next? Remember, Miss Muscle. Remember. Remember”
And the amazing, voluptuous
valkyrie remembered. “No…no…I…couldn’t have make that….It´s
it´s……it´s….”.-Sobbed Miss Muscle, shaking her head in despair,
“…It’s the truth, Miss Muscle.
That’s the reason I hate you most…Come on, Miss Muscle. Tell us what happened.
Moreover..”.-Declared Mr Mind showing his right hand opened…and empty.-“…I have
got Blue Musclenite….As everybody knows…you must tell the truth under the
effect of the Blue Musclenite, ha, ha, ha….”
…BLUE MUSCLENITE…
…BLUE MUSCLENITE…
…BLUE MUSCLENITE…
Miss Muscle stared with fear
his empty hand, but her mind began to see a huge piece of the evil blue
musclenite…and her body and mind began to react as it were real….It was the
ultimate triumph of the mind over the matter. And slowly, ashamed, the muscular
goddess began to tell ‘what had happened’ that day…
“I….I…regained my mind….during
a minutes…..So excited…I…I…grabed you and….and…I…raped….raped you…..Oh, my
God!.....I was so horny….that…..”.-“…that even you raped a kid, fucked
pervert!!!! You are repulsive!!! Impure!!! A dirty whore!!!”.-Yelled with anger
Mr Mind.
Onlookers, at the beginning,
were stunned, unable to believe what they have just heard. Then, they began to
boo and hoot her with rage and scorn. Unable to resist the shame, Miss Muscle
fell on her muscular all fours, crying in despair…”Sorry…Sorry….Toby…..I….I
couldn’t resist my lechery…..I couldn’t…. I am a fucked, insane nymphomaniac….I
am a disgusting, lustful whore unable to control her libido…neither with
kids….please…please….forgive me….”
“I cant forgive you Miss
Muscle, because you crime is worst what It seem, because….What it your secret
identity…Miss Muscle?”.-Commanded Mr Mind with authority on her voice. And the
disgusting Miss Muscle, ‘under the influence’ of the Blue Musclenite,
answered.-“My name is Kate Spencer and…and….and I am scholar teacher….”
“WHAT??? WE ARE UNABLE TO HEAR
YOU, DAMNED COW-BITCH!!!! SCREAM YOUR SECRET IDENTITY!!!!! SHOW US YOUR SECRET
IDENTITY!!!!”.-Yelled Mr Mind with growing authority on his voice.
Slowly, her huge, depowered
muscular arm reached her golden mask, and, reluctant, but unable to resist that
command, the muscular amazon, the golden goddess, the blonde valkyrie, removed
it, revealing the last secret of the greatest crime-fighter. Her thick, defined
arm fell flaccid along her voluptuous, exhausted physique. Her fingers
opened…and the golden mask fell to the ground.
Astonished murmurs could be
heard through the crowd. Some of them had already recognize the identity of the
muscular, defeated female, despite of her extremely developed body. The rest of
them, when the former Goddess of Justice screamed the true.-“My name is Kate Spencer and I am scholar
teacher….”-Yelled the unmasked Miss Muscle, with shame and defeat on her
face.
Boos became in howls and
screams of rage. In seconds, the enraged crowd approached to her, pushing and
kicking her voluptuous, muscular physique, tearing her tiny golden bikini,
punching her huge boobs. Although strong,
the rage of the crowd was enough to overwhelm her. Her amazing body was hit
thousand, millions of times…caressed, molested…Her huge, globular breasts were
seized, flattened, punched, kicked without mercy, as her perfectly defined
muscles. Her crotch was molested, penetrated, beaten wildly.
Miss Muscle, realizing of her
shame and sin, didn’t offer any resistance. She deserved that. Her voluptuous
physique was tossed one side to another over the heads of the crowd as a
puppet, screaming and heaving and panting of pain, pleasure and shame…and
beaten and beaten again during minutes…..and finally, tossed with rage against
her statue in the middle of the square…
Miss Muscle had never suffered
a beaten like that, physical and physiological. Laid on the grass, staring the
face of her ultimate conqueror, the heroine realized that today was the day in
which she was utterly and totally defeated…she had been defeated and destroyed
beyond the imaginable…”I am nothing…I am nothing…I am not deserve to be Miss
Muscle… I am not deserve to be Miss Muscle…”.-Muttered the stunned, broken
heroine.
“That’s right, Miss Muscle.
You don’t deserve to be the Golden Empress of Justice. You don’t deserve be the
owner of the Golden Energy. You are a dirty, disgusting bitch. Are you agree with
me, ‘Miss Muscle’?”.-Asked Mr Mind,
staring with satisfaction the beaten muscular physique of the heroine, staring
with lust her huge, bruised boobs, staring with jubilee her sapphire, blurred,
tearful eyes, mirror of her broken soul.
“I am not deserve to be Miss
Muscle… I
am not deserve to be Miss Muscle… I am not deserve to be Miss Muscle… I am not deserve to
be Miss Muscle…”.-Muttered as a mantra with fading voice the utterly defeated heroine.
Eventually, from her bruised, beaten, hardened nipples, gouts of golden milk
began to flow and slid down along her rounded breasts as golden lava from a
volcano. Somehow, the milk didn’t reach the rest of her muscular, scorched
body. As golden fog, the golden milk began to evaporate over her twin peaks of
meat.
In seconds, a golden fog of
evaporate milk covered her muscular body. On it, Miss Muscle sobbed in despair
and heaved in pleasure, feeling as her Golden Milk from her nipples drained and
eliminated the Golden Energy from her awful, sinful, disgusting, old, weak
user.
With amazing effort, among
exhausted heaves, Miss Muscle placed her left hand over her huge, rounded right
breast, and began to squeeze it slightly, as milking it. Meanwhile, her right
hand slid down along her rippling abdominals till her chiselled groins. Once
over it, her finger found and caressed her exposed, swollen clit. Howls of
pleasure hit the furious crowd. “Oh, my God, Miss Muscle!!! Even your utterly
destruction is pleasant for you!!!!”.-Declared with ironic Mr Mind.
Eventually, the muscular,
huge, voluptuous physique of Miss Muscle began to change, as her Golden Energy
left her body. Her swollen, perfect muscles became smaller and less defined,
her huge, rounded breasts began to deflate…the sexy, curvaceous 7 feet tall
amazon was becoming in a mousy, thin, middle aged woman in view of the
onlookers…and a triumphant Mr Mind.
The transformation was
irreversible. Golden milk flowed with force, as a golden geyser, increasing the
size and density of the golden fog around and over her waning body. Then, Mr
Mind, getting him on knees close to the broken, destroyed Blonde Goddess,
unleashed her last hit, his ultimate ‘coup de grace’. “Poor Miss Muscle…I will
tell you a little secret….You aren’t a bad woman at all. You are….I mean, you WERE,
a superheroine, maybe the greatest heroine of all. I convinced you that you
were a horny whore…and you believed that as all the good citizens of Alpha
City, that now they hate and reject you…Of course, you didn’t rape me that day
on the basement. I implanted you in your Mind last night on your home… Now, voluntary, you have rejected the Golden
Energy from your body, nr power or machine could have got such a prowess. I
needed to convince you to do that…and I have got it….The physical,
psychological and morale destruction of a heroic icon as you Miss Muscle. Mind
over Muscle. The final triumph of The Thinker and Toby Morris….By the way, the
man and the boy that you begged for mercy, were your husband Peter and your son
Billy. It was really easy to convince them, and you, to forget each others
during my little farce. You weren’t alone, you got reasons to fight. Somehow,
when the last atom of Golden Energy left your body, they will remember that the
naked woman in front of them is Kate Spencer-Johnson, his wife and his mother.
But don’t worry about that. They will only remember how you deceived them,
carrying a double life as mother and ‘disgusting’ whore-heroine the rest of the
time. They will reject you…forever, ha, ha, ha…”
A primal, deafening scream of
defeat and impotence left her throat when the Golden Amazon realized of the
real complex and reach of his plot…and the complete success of it. Ashamed,
totally humiliated, Miss Muscle, almost Kate Spencer now, begged mercy one last
time.-“Mr...Mind….Toby….Thinker….please….please…..Kill…kill me…..”.-Declared
pathetically the destroyed muscular valkyrie, raising her thin arms among the
golden fog of her lost energy, in a supplicant stance. Somehow, Mr Mind ignored
her, smiling evilly, staring as her small body of Kate began to twits and
twitch.
Finally, Golden Milk ceased to
flow from her small, firmless breasts of Kate, and the fog disappeared,
dispersed by the wind. Her small, thin, naked body was flaccid on the grass.
Kate began to cry, conscious of her complete as Miss Muscle, as super heroine,
as woman. Mr Mind left her alone, crying on impotence and shame. He had got
what he wanted; the destruction of Miss Muscle as person and icon. He stared
one last time the bronze statue of a confident, heroic Miss Muscle, comparing
it with the destroyed woman, laying and crying, now at it feet. “I have made a
good number with her, a really, really good number….”.-Muttered, satisfied Mr
Mind, staring with jubilee as Suzi Slander, exultant, rushed to him to know more about the powerful
villain, the destructor of the legendary Miss Muscle.
THE
END