Emancipation of the Old Gym



	They strode confidently into the dilapidated old gym, where 
the local gang held sway.  No one else in the neighborhood dared 
walk in; what went on there was a dark mystery to the rest of the 
terrified community.  It was reputedly a vicious gang.  
Initiation seemed to be open only to young, brawny men in their 
late teens or older.  They extorted from merchants in the 
community, but they were never identified.  Police hauled some of 
them in for questioning but never got anywhere.  The gym was 
their lair.  Women were excluded; even girl friends of the gang 
leaders never entered.  
	Hence, all eyes immediately fixed on these two as they swept 
into the cavernous room.  They looked like streetwalkers, but the 
men had never seen them before.  One wore a miniskirt that showed 
off beautifully formed, deeply tanned, smooth legs, and a light 
blouse that only partially covered her large bust.  The other's 
legs were wrapped in a long, slit skirt that offered teasing 
glimpses of equally sexy gams, while her flaring torso was clad 
in a loose sweater that revealed immense, high-riding breasts 
separated by a breathtakingly deep cleavage.  Their beautiful 
faces were enhanced by meticulously applied makeup and each 
swayed gracefully on delicate high-heeled shoes.  So obviously 
attired to arouse the macho in the male, yet their regal bearing 
momentarily held the men speechless -- but only momentarily.
	Smilingly acknowledging the wolf whistles, the slightly 
shorter of the two women, the one in the miniskirt, sauntered her 
ultrasexy bod purposefully over to the tallest guy in the room, 
who was noisily curling a barbell with both arms and breathing 
heavily from the exertion.  Perspiration covered his naked torso 
and enhanced the sculpted ridges of his muscular body.    "Hey, 
Jim, who's your girl friend?  Can we ALL share?"  He stared but 
could not remember having seen her before.  As he lowered the 
heavy weight and raised up, he was suddenly face to face with the 
most beautiful creature he had ever seen.  Honey blond hair, 
lovely tanned face, and eyes that burned with healthy vitality.  
Even in her heels, she had to look up to view his face, as she 
appraised him challengingly. He suddenly felt weak-kneed with 
desire, dazed with the privilege of being near her.  
	She placed her muscular, bare, oh-so-delectable leg on the 
barbell and thrust her face alluringly close to his.  His head 
was swimming from being this close to such a creature.  Her face 
was his entire world. "Why don't we put some real weight on this 
thing?"  she said throatily.  "It's much too light for a good 
workout."  He was charged with sexual arousal; she could have 
said anything and he would have done it.  Dreamily, he watched as 
she crouched down and snatched up the barbell with one hand and, 
with a look of pure animal sexuality, curled it with the same one 
arm.  "Don't you think?"  He gawked, blinked, and jerked his 
head.  What was going on?  She grasped his hand and placed it on 
her bicep, still hidden by the sleeves of her blouse.  It felt 
huge!  She moved the hand to her breasts popping out with the 
curling motion of her arm.  They were huge, firm, and the nipples 
were rock hard. His face flushed, his breathing became ragged, 
and his heart raced. His rigid cock had escaped his jock strap 
and, leaking pre-cum, it was threatening to peek through the 
bottom of the short shorts he liked to wear.  She saw the signs 
of his arousal in his face and a wet spot on his tented shorts, 
and pulled his head with her free hand so that their lips 
touched. Instinctively he tried to resist but could not, even 
though she still held the barbell with her other hand.  As she 
literally sucked the breath out of him, she folded her voluptuous 
contours against him, rubbed her bare thigh along his upper leg, 
and trapped his raging member against his hairy skin.  The tip of 
his cock grazed her hot velvety skin and rock hard thigh muscles.  
And suddenly, he spasmed out of control, soaking the inside of 
his shorts.  She patted him on the head like an inept child or a 
pet.  "Today is your lucky day, kiddo," she whispered.  "I'm 
going to spare you if you let me. Go on home now, before the 
sparks start to fly."
	Distracted by witnessing the spell that this powerful, sexy 
witch had spun on the tall youth, the men had not noticed that 
the other lovely woman had gathered together as much weight as 
she could on a sturdy barbell.  But, as she started to heft it to 
her chest, still clad in the clothes she had worn into the gym, 
the largest and strongest of the men, the acknowledged enforcer 
of the gang, suddenly boomed out, "Hey, don,t hurt yourself baby, 
let me show you how its done!"  
	This girl obviously was looking for a champion to rescue 
her; she couldn't be serious -- she hadn't even taken off those 
flimsy shoes.  And even he wouldn't risk lifting that much weight 
without a spotter!  As he swaggered over, though, he was 
astonished to see that she HAD lifted it to her awesome chest, 
riveting his gaze on its now even more immense dimensions as it 
rippled with the movement of her arms.  Without seeming 
difficulty, she was holding what appeared to be an enormous 
amount of weight.  But it couldn't be that much: she was so 
gorgeous and so delectably FEMALE!  The corded ridges on her 
exposed forearms belied her obvious muscularity if he wanted to 
notice, but he was conditioned not to notice. He was sure she was 
playing some sort of illusionary trick.
	As he stopped in front of her, the puzzled behemoth reached 
for the barbell.  He was clearly heavier and taller than the 
large woman, and the muscles on his large arms, shoulders, and 
chest rippled under his tight T-shirt as he moved.  Amused at his 
vapid macho demeanor, she spoke for the first time, in a low, 
musical, come-hither voice,  "Sure, big guy, show little ol' me 
how its done.  I want to see those big muscles of yours."
	She handed the barbell to him slowly.  He didn't notice the 
tenting of the large sleeves of her sweater as her arm muscles 
bulged in the process, but he did notice and appreciate the 
expansion of her awesomely out-thrust mammaries.  Then as he 
gripped it firmly with both hands, she let go completely.  He 
felt as if his hands had been ripped from his arms as the weight 
plunged to the floor, carrying his shoulders, head and torso with 
it.  The weight clanged as it hit the mat.  He crumpled in pain 
from his wounded groin, and his nose banged into the mat as he 
landed on the fallen weight. The girl giggled musically, "So 
that's how it's done!"
	A circle of normally macho street toughs surrounded the 
taunting vixen and their monstrous enforcer, now sprawled 
ignominiously on the floor, but instead of threatening her, they 
gazed in frozen stupefaction as, with two deft motions, she 
dropped her skirt and shrugged off her sweater.  Involuntarily, 
the assembled men gasped in unison as the rippling musculature of 
her body startled and intimidated them even as it aroused them 
with its feminine allure, now clad only in sexy, satiny, lacy 
underwear. The red, delicate fabric emphasized her flawless deep 
tan, the amazing dimensions of her voluptuous curves, and bespoke 
of volcanic sensuality. They had never seen such a muscular 
physique, nor such exaggerated sexual contours.  Some were 
lustfully riveted by the sexual perfection erotically displayed 
in this way, while others blinked in shock at musculature that 
made them feel puny and emasculated.  
	She positioned her arched feet on either side of the groggy 
behemoth limply splayed out face down on the mat with his crotch 
resting on the bar of the barbell.  "Poor, baby, let me help you 
up," the nearly nude amazon mocked the injured gang leader.  
Cabled muscles in her sexily trim steely abdomen bunched in 
unison under taut skin and thigh muscles exploded into awesome 
relief as she bent down, grasped the huge weight, and slowly 
straightened her broad rippling back and powerful legs.  The 
monstrous gang leader draped across the bar felt himself sweep 
into the air along with the massive weight.  The bulging of her 
stupendous  thighs and flexed hip muscles strained her bewitching 
panties until they ripped at the sides.  She merely smiled coyly 
and batted her eyes at the sexy image she was projecting, as her 
iron-hard buns exploded through the shards of the delicate, red 
panties that now revealed the bushy fount of her sex.
  	The startled gang leader suddenly found it difficult to 
breath. He looked like a bulky garment folded over a huge hanger.  
She had straightened her back and legs completely and, to the 
amazement of her mesmerized audience, began to curl the huge 
weight with large bouncer draped across it.  A loud grunt escaped 
the bouncer's lips as his weight shifted entirely to the hinge 
between his torso and legs and his remaining breath was expelled.  
Despite his violent kicking and twisting, she continued lifting.  
Her face darkened with the exertion and the overburdened lacy 
cups of her brassiere disintegrated in tatters and then the 
straining straps snapped as bulging pectoral muscles thrust the 
firm torpedo-like breasts through the ripped fabric. The 
assembled men glimpsed the seat of her sex briefly before their 
champion's head came to rest in the cleft between her tan, cabled 
legs.  Unfortunately for him, he had twisted his head upward in 
his angry struggles so that when she clamped her mighty legs 
together, his face was wedged upward in her steamy crotch and his 
neck was wound at an excruciating angle.  He yelped in agony as 
she squeezed her legs together so that the already terrifying 
girth expanded further and each band of muscle threatened to 
explode through her skin.  Simultaneously, she lifted the weight 
and the rest of his body up against her immense chest.  The 
astounding display of raw brute strength and incredible balance 
dazed the incredulous males encircling her.  The gang leader felt 
his back arch backwards and his neck stretch to the breaking 
point and, strain as he might to stop her from bending further, 
he was powerless to stop it.  Wedged between her legs, he was 
enveloped in darkness, adding to his panic.  The muscles in his 
arms bulged into relief as he alternately beat on her steely 
thighs and tried to pry them apart.  His back muscles rippled 
with his desperate efforts. But his once-proud muscles had no 
effect on her; they now seemed puny compared with those of his 
mighty female captor.  His back was saved from breaking only 
because the thrust of her bosom was so preposterously immense.  
Slowly, calmly, she lowered him and repeated the curling motion.  
The granite-hard ridges of her arm muscles exploded in 
terrifyingly huge, engorged peaks as she reached the apex of each 
lift.  She smiled mockingly at the stupefied men around her and 
goaded the agonizing monster she was toying with.  
	"I think THIS is how its done little BOY.  You shouldn't 
play with things that are too BIG for you."  As she continued to 
curl the barbell and its impotent male cargo, she relaxed her 
hold on his head sufficiently that he could breathe and twist his 
head slightly.  He babbled and screamed at the pain and 
humiliation, and, finally, pleaded to be released.  The movement 
of his face pressed against her mount of pleasure was stimulating 
her sexually.  "Ooh, baby, that feels so good!  You certainly 
have a talented nose!" she goaded.  The whole situation gave her 
an erogenous thrill, as it always did to bring down a silly male 
braggart and confront him with her superiority, mentally, 
physically, or sexually.  "Show me what a good little boy you can 
be and I'll let you go.  Press that big mouth of yours up as high 
as you can and give me a big kiss."
	Mad with his predicament and her taunting, he struggled with 
all his might, but she clamped down even harder than before and 
lifted the barbell up over her chest.  His neck and back cracked 
audibly.  When she relaxed again and he wailed in agony, she 
said, "Now are you ready to behave?  Ooh, that's it -- kiss me 
there and put that tongue to work, too.  Ooh, yeah, with a little 
practice you might be of some use to a lady after all."  The 
assembled men were befuddled, sharing sheepishly in their 
leader's humiliation.  To have helped him before would have 
caused him to lose face.  Now it was too late.  He was hopelessly 
degraded, brought down by a WOMAN; their chauvinism still wanted 
to deny what was happening.  But she was not finished with him:  
"Now, admit to your pals, here, that you are a weakling.  That 
WOMEN ARE THE SUPERIOR SEX AND MEN ARE THE WEAKER SEX.  Say it!"  
Blubbering with pain and humiliation, his nose and mouth 
inundated with her copious intoxicating secretions, he weakly 
uttered muffled sounds.  "That's not good enough!" she said 
menacingly as she gave him a jolt of her squeezing power.   This 
time he bellowed out, "Women are superior.  Men are the weaker 
sex," as loudly as his weakened condition would allow.  
	Cruelly, she clamped down on him again and slowly curled the 
weight a few more times.  Soon he passed out from the strain and 
lack of air.  Readjusting her grip on the bar, she pressed the 
weight and the exhausted, wet-faced male high above her head.  
The last shreds of her panties and bra split away to reveal the 
huge breasts and etched muscles exploded in mountainous ridges.  
The remains of her panties were like an exotically minuscule loin 
cloth or G string, which gave her the appearance of the primeval, 
all-powerful, goddess of strippers.  The beautiful long legs 
swelled in delicious ridges of feminine contours that were 
exotically enhanced by the sleek fragile lines of her high-heeled 
shoes and the awesome bulging of her calves as they sustained the 
arching of her feet.  Her pumped-up muscles dwarfed those of 
their former champion limply draped over the barbell.  As she 
slowly lowered and then pressed upward the weight and male, her 
undeniable superiority over any male was clear to all, not to 
mention her overpowering sexual attraction. 
	Having made her point, she dropped the barbell and its load 
to the mat. Putting her hands on her hips, she flexed her awesome 
physique in an unspoken statement of calm invincibility.  She 
fixed each pair of incredulous male eyes with a look that dared 
them to challenge her.  Each male in turn palpably backed away 
and looked down, an unspoken admission that their macho facade 
had been punctured.  "There are going to be some changes around 
here.  We're giving this gym back to the neighborhood you stole 
it from," she announced calmly.  When one of them frowned, she 
stared challengingly at him until he looked away.  "You will not 
be welcome here unless you change your behavior.  Your gang is 
DEAD; THEY are witness to that."  She pointed toward the door of 
the gym.  Some of the girls and young women of the neighborhood 
had entered.  The gang members clenched their jaws; this was too 
much.  "This is a new era, guys.  Macho swaggering doesn't get 
it.  You don't impress anybody any more with these silly boy 
games of bluff and counter bluff.  It's got to be real, and you 
have to work at it, like THIS," she said pointing at her huge 
right biceps as she flexed it into terrifying ridges. "Not like 
those puny little male lumps of jelly you call muscles or those 
little muscles between your legs."  The girls from the 
neighborhood tittered merrily. Suddenly the gang members realized 
that they were being lectured by a naked woman who was surrounded 
by ten young, healthy males, some with weapons in their pockets, 
males who were used to assaulting any woman who talked back to 
them or flaunted her body.  They were not going to let their 
girlfriends and former girlfriends see them bested by a chick who 
had not a stitch of clothing on her sexy body, no matter how 
powerful that body might be.  This was THEIR turf, THEY had the 
numbers, THEY had the weapons -- that's the way it worked around 
here. She was going to be one sorry lady when this was over.
	"Come on guys, lets get this bitch!"
	As they rushed her, she became a blur of motion.  The first 
to reach her was jerked off his feet and swung at the others like 
a club.  Others were incapacitated by single devastating punches 
to ribs, guts, or heads.  Ribs were crunched in mighty squeezes 
of her arms and legs.  Male limbs and joints broke in unequal 
hand-to-hand combat.  As fewer combatants rose to challenge her, 
she amused herself by allowing them to sprain their wrists, 
injure their hands, or crack their ankles by furious punches and 
kicks at her steely body.  It was always a thrill to see the 
shock on the face of a mere male when his best efforts destroyed 
him but affected her not at all.  It was especially thrilling, 
indeed a sexual kick, when the males considered themselves 
invincible tough guys, like these pathetic morons.  The other 
amazon, the one in the sexy miniskirt, who had been largely 
forgotten, was content to hurl back into the fray those who tried 
to escape and to disarm any who reached for weapons.  Soon it was 
over.  Tangled bodies of defeated males lay heaped together.  The 
two victorious amazons systematically went from one to the other 
of the downed males, ripped off their clothes and ground the 
inferior male bodies to pulps in vice-like embraces of their 
mighty female bodies, or lifted them high in the air and then 
cracked their vertebrae by dropping them over thighs of female 
steel.  They were so superior that they could do what they wanted 
with these pathetic wretches, could rip off their limbs and 
easily kill if they wanted.  Still, the beatings were clinical, 
professional: none of the overmatched males would end up as 
paraplegics but it would be a long time before any would be 
physically capable of their former macho swaggering and, 
mentally, they would never recover.  As they approached the last 
three goons, moaning and twisting in pain, the big nude amazon 
waved off her partner.  These were among the older and brawnier 
gang members.  She had noticed their lustful stares earlier and 
decided to amuse herself with them.
	Dragging them by the hair, she arranged them like the spokes 
of wheel: heads together -- feet pointed outward.  "Spread your 
arms and legs out and keep your eyes on me.  Move a limb and I'll 
rip it off," she commanded.  Drawing herself up to full, 
imperious height, she proceeded to step over the torso of each 
trembling male, deliberately flexing her chiseled legs and 
clicking her heels loudly, as she paced in a slow circle among 
them.  Instinctively, they flinched with each stride she took and 
fought the urge to cover their limp penises and curl in fetal 
balls.  From their lowly positions, she towered above them, a 
pillar of invincible, deadly strength.  She revelled in their 
fear; it was always like this when macho pride was punctured by 
the reality of female superiority.
  	Now for the second show.  For their benefit, she rubbed the 
slick perspiration over the voluptuous contours of her powerful, 
sexy body.  She glistened with animal vitality.  She thrust out 
her massive, perfectly shaped breasts, simultaneously 
constricting her corded midriff, giving her torso a sculpted, 
fantastically exaggerated hour glass shape.  They were hypnotized 
by the bobbing and weaving of her darkly tanned globes as she 
roughed up her thick auburn hair with her fingers, her huge 
biceps seeming to dance in sync with the large-nippled areolas.  
Her body was astounding, imposing, intimidating, unassailable, 
and oh so delectable!  There was just so much of it in all the 
right places!  She noted with satisfaction as their puny sex 
prongs stirred, engorged, and then bobbed in rigid agitation, as 
their brains became jumbled with competing signals of fear and 
lust.
	She exulted in their disappointed looks, as she stepped 
away, wrapped her skirt around her, pulled on her stretchy 
cardigan sweater, and buttoned it at the bottom.  Twirling their 
underwear on her finger, she forced them to confront the 
humiliating condition in which she had placed them:  they had 
been denuded by a female so sexy that she had them almost 
creaming on themselves, but so powerful that TEN of them could 
not bring her down.  Their erections drooped pathetically. 	She 
laughed throatily, "Oh, you guys are so much fun!  I'm going to 
make you a proposition.  Just imagine what it would be like to 
have sex with me:  your faces buried in these breasts," she 
cupped their imposing girth suggestively through her open 
sweater, "or between these legs,"  she thrust a muscular, sexy 
leg through the slit in her skirt and coursed up its arousing 
length with both hands, "or up here," she traced one finger up to 
the naked bush.  The mens' penises were once again raging and 
they were breathing raggedly in arousal. "Just imagine plunging 
your puny little dicks into my love pot.  Just imagine it 
squeezing and squeezing, all hot and juicy, milking all you've 
got and then grinding it to a pulp."  She smiled as the last 
image went home and noted that their arousal continued unabated.  
"So here's the deal.  Show me that you can keep it up and hard 
for a long, long time.  My men have to last: if you can keep from 
spurting your jism all over your wimpy bodies, I'll let you go 
free or maybe take you home and let you please me.  But somehow I 
don't think you can.  I think you're all little sissy boys 
looking for a big mamma to beat you up and rape you. So what are 
you; MEN that can please a woman or LITTLE SISSY BOYS who mess on 
themselves?"  
	She had seated herself on the turgid member of one of the 
discombobulated gang members, arranging her skirt so that his 
erection was trapped between the moist, hot, bare skin of one of 
her large iron-hard buns and his convulsing diaphragm.  She 
massaged it by gyrating her hips and smiled gloatingly as his 
face shifted between terror and ecstasy.  He was being degraded 
in front of girls from the neighborhood who knew him, but was 
powerless to stop it.  She lifted his head so that he could see 
them gawking at his humbling ordeal.  She turned to look also.  
One of the girls looked disgusted; she suspected that it was his 
girl friend.  This was the type of woman who measured her value 
by serving as a trophy for the man who won her by terrorizing 
other men.  The amazon riding her former champion despised such 
women.  She viciously bent his neck and pulled the face of the 
now pathetic wimp into the cleft between her breasts, all the 
while looking contemptuously at the woman.  It was as if the face 
of this woman was being rubbed in the spineless jelly that her 
man was revealed to be.  She noted some other jealous looks, but 
most were amused; some gaped in open adoration of this all-
conquering heroine.  Suddenly, the man became rigid in the throes 
of impending orgasm.  The colossal woman rose gracefully and, 
hands on hips, victoriously placed the sole of one shoe on his 
bobbing member and pressed down. The man came in violent spurts 
along his chest and stomach.  He wanted to hide himself away from 
the tittering amusement of the female audience, but, even in his 
mortal shame, did not move, such was his fear of the powerful 
woman who had brought him to this shameful condition.  The girls 
were shocked to see tears coursing down the face of this vicious 
thug that they had so feared.  Remembering her proposition, he 
tensed his body for an impending attack.  But his beautiful, 
powerful tormentor stepped over him and moved to the next victim.
	She flopped her crotch squarely down on the second man's 
face.  "Your friend didn't fare so well, did he?  I guess he 
really is a little sissy boy. How about you?  Are you man enough 
to take me on, push me down, force yourself on me?  Or would you 
rather kiss me right there and serve me?"  she taunted, rubbing 
her tush on his face.  She slowly traced the fingers of one hand 
backwards along his chest toward his half-hard penis.  Then she 
ran her hands seductively through her flowing auburn locks and 
ran them down her chest, cupping her breasts in his face, and 
continuing the journey of her hands down her perfect body to her 
smooth, bulging thighs and calves.  Now as she reached back, his 
member was rigid as she lightly ran her fingers along its veined 
contours. "Well, I guess you can't help yourself, can you?  You 
want some of this!" Violently, she humped against him and 
squeezed his head viciously with her legs. "Now suck, boy, lick; 
be of SOME USE in this world."  Caught in her constricting vice, 
he did as he was told.  She grabbed his hands and ran them over 
her huge, firm breasts and erect nipples.  He did so 
worshipfully, but as he began to delight in the opportunity, she 
put his hands back on the floor.  Despite being used in this 
degrading manner, he neared orgasm, realizing that she was 
becoming aroused herself and feeling pride in being of service to 
a creature as perfect and masterful as she.  He who had never 
thought of a woman's pleasure before was now reduced to measuring 
HIS value in how well he served her, even as she brutalized his 
nose and mouth and tongue by violently mashing him against her. 
It was not that he was doing her; rather she was using him and 
the sensations and his abject subjugation were driving her over 
the edge.  He desperately wanted not to come, to have a chance to 
be swallowed again and again by her incredibly arousing body; he 
dug his fingers into his palms, using the pain to fight his 
arousal.
	The third man saw that she had closed her eyes in pleasure 
and jumped to his feet to escape, but before had taken a step he 
found his arm in the crushing grip of one of her powerful hands.  
With one curling arm she brought him back to where she stood 
astride the young man whose slavish ministrations had been 
interrupted.  "My, now, that was a mistake, wasn't it?" she cooed 
to the would-be escapee.  She wrapped the now terrified, sobbing 
man in a crushing embrace.  "Now you're going to miss out on all 
this."  She released him with one arm and shrugged off her 
sweater and skirt.  Seductively, she caressed his trembling body 
and then ran his hands along her powerful, voluptuous contours.  
Along bulging biceps, deep pectorals, huge springy mammaries, 
down perfect legs, she guided him.  Despite his trembling, he 
erected.  She clasped him once again in a tight embrace, trapping 
his erection against the smooth granite of her midriff.  She 
could feel it palpitate there and smugly grinned at him.  
Simultaneously, she ran one of her feet lightly along the erect 
penis of the obediently supine man who had been serving her, now 
spellbound by this second complete unveiling of her perfect body.  
She placed her hands under the buttocks of the third man and 
lifted him slowly up and down, massaging his raging hard-on 
against her rock-hard abdomen.  He erupted in spurt after spurt 
as she stopped her massaging motion and slowly constricted her 
steely arms.  She turned to face the other two men.  Her immense, 
expanding chest forced his upper torso backward, placing 
shattering pressure on his yielding back, as her hard, erect 
nipples burrowed painfully into his imploding chest.  Her arms 
bulged as ribs cracked sickeningly and the man screamed in agony.  
She folded him in half backwards over her bent leg, causing more 
cracking and bellowing.  Viciously she broke each knee by bending 
his legs the way nature never intended.  As he twitched in agony, 
she lifted him high over her head and simply dropped him to the 
floor where he flopped unconscious.  The first humiliated man had 
lain rooted to the spot in absolute horror, but to her merriment, 
the second was spurting come all over himself in uncontrollable 
spasms that shook his entire body.  This extreme display of raw, 
brutal power had somehow aroused him so much that, despite his 
zeal to prevent it, he had come without being touched.
	She lifted the two conscious men by the backs of their necks 
and commanded them to lap up the semen that the third man had 
deposited on her.  Their thorough attention to detail was so 
arousing that she obtained a measure of sexual release.  But she 
was becoming bored.  These guys were no longer of any challenge.  
Her exhibitionist tendencies had been satiated.  She had 
demonstrated her strength and the pumped-up nude glory of her 
body in lifting more weight than any three or four men in the 
room, defeated the whole lot of them in bare-handed combat, and 
converted three of them into her personal sexual fountains.  One 
had even started to love it.  And then, of course, the original 
mission was a complete success.  Maybe she had even convinced a 
few of the assembled girls to take control of their lives, and 
shown that they could rule men with something other than sexual 
favors, in fact they could demand favors of their own if they 
dedicated themselves to building their bodies to their true 
potential.  Yes, this was becoming a bore. These feebs hadn't 
even been tough enough to prod her into a crushing, dismembering, 
full-fledged rape of one or another that she often used to prove 
the ultimate frailty of the male and her absolute superiority. 
They must have been overrated, or ... maybe she really was that 
good.  It was time to move on.  
	"You know, you guys are just too obedient."  Shifting her 
grip on them so that each of her arms encircled one of their 
torsos and pressed their faces into her colossal boobs, she 
flexed mightily.  Despite their frantic struggles as she crushed 
another two sets of ribs, they could not free their faces 
sufficiently to breathe and soon became limp.  She opened her 
arms and let them slide unconscious down her legs.
	She looked around to see her partner emerge from the seedy 
locker room, where she could see a tall youth sprawled on the 
floor exhausted and holding his worn-out genitals.  Once she had 
seen that the war was over and her partner was cleaning up in her 
normal manner, the miniskirted one had spied the handsome youth 
she had teased earlier still leaning against a wall, impassively 
viewing the destruction of men he despised.  She had sauntered 
slowly over to him and saw that he still was in her spell, still 
aroused, ripe for the taking.  Crouching slightly, she had 
grasped him gently but masterfully and tossed him over one of her 
broad shoulders and carried him into the locker room, thinking 
that maybe this would be a good night after all.
	As she approached her partner, who was once again donning 
her long skirt and sweater and stuffing the tattered remains of 
her underwear in a pocket, she hummed softly and walked a little 
bowlegged.  "You, know, Kate, one of these times you're going to 
get shot."  
	"Not as long as you're watching my back.  Sometimes I sense 
you're not doing that, though," she said looking in the direction 
of the locker room. "Besides, bullets just might bounce off me.  
Well, I think I'll grab a steak and pick up a couple of football 
players to ravage.  I'm hungry!"