MISS MUSCLE MEETS MR MIND (2)

MISS MUSCLE MEETS MR MIND (2)

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 crossed the nocturnal skies of Alpha City as drunk, confused, unable to remember how she had been defeated and humiliated, although that feeling of cruel defeat was clear on her soul. Finally, she landed on the balcony of her home, and, with staggering footsteps, the muscular amazon came in into her solitary bedroom (Peter and Billy were out, visiting his grandmother).

She could fell, under her tiny bikini, as her still erected nipples throbbed with every heart beating of her accelerated heart. She could feel as the bottom of her golden attire rubbed her swollen, excited clit at every step of her. She could feel her own cum still on her vagina and sliding down along the tanned skin of her chiselled legs.

Those two little bunnies had made a great number with her nipples and clit, much better that when Earthquake Man tried to escape from prison two years ago. With a trembling of fear, Miss Muscle remembered as that giant, dangerous man had pushed into his special isolation cell, trying to rape her to death.

She was still remembering as his enormous hands had covered totally her huge breasts, unleashing his power against her boobs. Her muscular body had trembled in such a way that, during a moment, she thought that her wombs had been liquefied. Her nipples grew so fast and hard that she had feared they had burst. The amazing blonde amazon still remembered her deafening howls of ecstasy resounding into the isolated room and her desperate pleas begging for mercy when she felt his enormous cock caressing the lips of her womanhood, in a deadly attempt to discharge his terrible power also on her sensitive vagina….

But tonight, it had been different. Those unknown villainess had leaded her into a total sexual submission. Not only the bunnies had dominated her as Miss Muscle but also into her superpowered state. During her long carer as heroine, Miss Muscle had been dominated, conquered, breasts-drained…even killed, but that night, she had felt totally impotent.

She removed her golden mask from her face, revealing her tired blue eyes, placing it over her bed. Then, she stared her tiny bikini. With a grim of surprise on her eyes, she realised that the thin golden fabric it had been on the point to be pierced by her huge, hardened nipples. With extreme care, she removed her golden bra, revealing what she had feared. Her brown nipples seemed enormous thumbs on the summit of her globular breasts. “Oh my God!!!”.-Muttered the astonished heroine.-“And they got it only sucking and licking them!!!”.

Dropping her almost ruined bra on the carpet, she sat on the bet to remove the golden bottom of her attire. Somehow, the fabric rubbed vigorously her swollen and excited clit and vagina. Unable to avoid that sudden wave of ecstasy, Miss Muscle moaned soundly on her lonely room, falling back over the bed, cursing her carelessness. Lying on the bed, feeling her swollen clit burning with an undesired pleasure, Miss Muscle began to remember those small, expertise fingers had stimulated with deadly precision.

Finally, the huge heroine got over her bare feet, and, staggering, she made her way to her bathroom, in an attempt to clean not only her sculptural body but also her soul of her shameful defeat of that night. Somehow, her eyes fell over the large mirror of her open wardrobe.

During years, Miss Muscle had been considered the goddess of the muscle. Although she was muscular, her defined physique was curvaceous. Her large, rounded breasts were perfectly globular and firm. As her chiselled buttocks. Her long platinum blonde mane seemed to float behind her as a golden cascade….The almost 7’ amazon, although she was on her forties, was considered one of the sexiest woman on the planet.

Somehow, naked, staring her still awesome physique, realized that, even with the golden energy feeding her cells, she was aging. Her skin wasn’t as soft as before, her amazingly powerful muscles weren’t as defined and firm as before, her boobs weren’t as firm and massive as before and her nipples was beginning to aim down.

“Maybe that is the reason why I am been often beaten on the last year.”.-Thought the depressed heroine sadly.-“My strength, my power is fading, despite of the Golden Energy of my body…and my foes are more powerful day after day. My days as superheroine are finishing fast. I must retire soon…or one unknown, powerless crook with a lucky day will retire me…”

Sadly, she cupped her still massive breasts and lifting then slightly, she placed them where they were a few years ago. Sighing for her lost youth and beauty, she came into the tub, taking a cold shower, trying to fade the embers of pleasure that were still torturing her erogenous areas. After that, a hot shower to clean her cum and relax her still magnificent muscular body. With satisfaction, she felt as the water crushed on her tanned skin and tensed muscles, cleaning and relaxing them.

Finally, she left the tub. She felt a bit better. Focusing her mind, the powerful blonde goddess became into her powerless alter ego, Kate Spencer. Slowly, the naked school teacher came to bed. A bit relaxed but still worried. Not only Miss Muscle had been defeated that night…but also she had enjoyed with it!!!. Thinking on her “fight” against the bunnies, Kate fell in sleep, while her vagina began moist with the remembrance of the caresses of her small, victorious foes…

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Kate awoke, confused and still tired and stared the clock. She had been sleeping almost an entire day!!!. Remembrances of her dreams, or nightmares still was floating on her mind, images in which her super alter ego, Miss Muscle, was been molested by a pair of small women dressed as bunnies and leaded to a super orgasm…one time and another.

Depressed, she noticed her pussy was moist again and her white sheets were stained with the inner juices of her womanhood.-“Oh, my God! Even I have cummed in dreams…!”.-Kate muttered. Slowly, she got on her feet and made her way to the shower again. “First I will take a shower and then, Miss Muscle will look for vengeance. These damned girls will feel my power….”

Kate left the shower, but the small, thin middle-aged schoolteacher didn’t spend time to dry the water that slid along her human body. The naked woman returned to her bedroom and closed her sapphire eyes, focusing her mind to get an amazing transformation.

Her slender, naked body began to shine with a golden light. Into that aura, the small physique of Kate began to grown, fed by the amazing Golden Power. Her small muscles grew in size and definition in a matter of seconds. Strong and swollen arms and shoulders, thick and curvaceous legs, rippling and chiselled abdominals appeared on the un-athletic physique of Kate. Her short, blonde hair grew in a platinum blonde, long mane, falling over her swollen, perfectly defined shoulders and back as a golden cascade. And her bust…. Eventually, her small but defined breasts began to inflate on her chest. In seconds, they had become in a pair of huge, firm, massive basketball-size boobs, whose large, nipples were barely covered by a thin, narrow golden strap…as her chiselled, defined vagina, while her blue eyes were covered by a golden mask.

When aura faded, Kate Spencer-Johnson had disappeared, transformed into the greatest heroine of Alpha city, the Golden Goddess called Miss Muscle…Somehow, Miss Muscle didn’t feel Miss Muscle…at least as usual. Her bare feet made her way to the close mirror of her wardrobe, somehow she felt that her huge, usually powerful legs weighted as lead…as her titanic boobs.

In front of the mirror, Miss Muscle took her power pose, placing her hands over her defined waist, opening slightly her huge, curvaceous legs, pushing forward her massive twin peaks… She didn’t feel as Miss Muscle, and although the image of the mirror was hers, she didn’t find it as impressive as usual... was there something different? Were her breasts smaller that usual? Or flaccid? Were there her superb musculature less swollen or defined as usual? Or her skin was less tanned?

Moreover, she felt exhausted due to her marvellous transformation, when usually, she felt plenty of energy and self-confident. And about her transformation…was it spent more time than usual to make it?

Miss Muscle seized her temples and shook her blonde head, trying to reject those ominous thoughts.-“I am still Miss Muscle. I am not that Miss Muscle of twenty years ago…but I am still Miss Muscle”.-Declared Miss Muscle to her mirror image, and turned her to the window, she left the room, flying into the dark, cold air of Alpha City….

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The bare feet of the powerful valkyr landed of a roof, three stories over the lane, stage of her defeat. Yellow police straps surrounded the back door of the stolen jewellery. She wanted, she needed to defeat those evil bunnies…but, first, she needed to find them. Miss Muscle needed clues.

Miss Muscle walked to the rim of the building…and one more step. The muscular, voluptuous heroine then hovered down with gracility till the asphalt of the lane. Her sapphire blue eyes scanned with intensity the entire crime scene, one time and another, trying to find a trace till the evil bunnies that had been able to humble her the last night.

Then, in the middle of the dark lane, Miss Muscle tried to remember how these perverse women had grabbed her in that deadly double grip. She only remembered them leaving the jewellery with the bags, and then…then what?. The next thing the amazing muscular amazon remembered was the bunnies hanged of her muscular arms, caressing and sucking eagerly her crotch and nipples….

…caressing and sucking eagerly her crotch and nipples….

The remembrance of that hit her mind as dozen of nukes. It was only a think, an image of sex, but it was an overwhelming intensity, so powerful that her mind and body, trapped on it, began to believe that it was happening again….Her thick arms felt flaccid, out of strength along her broad, voluptuous chest, her sculptural legs trembled and folded, leading the 7 feet blonde amazon to the ground, kneeled and heaving of pleasure.

Her large nipples began to grow under the sheer golden fabric of her bikini, while her clit began to burn with an erotic trickle. Incredible, Miss Muscle was walking to the gates of an orgasm…pushed only by a simple thought!!! During all her carer as superheroine, those thoughts, able to drain her fantastic power, had been unleashed when her arch-foes had excited her in some way. Caresses, chloroform, extreme cold, sophisticated rays of energy, magic….these events and more had been used to arouse the blonde maiden of muscle, sunken her in an ocean of weakening pleasure.

But this time, a simple thought of a defeat had unleashed an unexpected, overwhelming arousal with an intensity that the blonde Golden Goddess had never suffered. She felt the arms and legs of the evil bunnies surrounding her own arms and legs, she felt her fingers deep into her crotch, caressing with her swollen, moist clit, she felt their mouths and tongues playing with her engorged, hardened nipples….with an evil intensity and realism.

She heard an evil laughter behind her of…of whom? Who was roaring with that evil, perverse laughter while those women were turning her on as a supernova? Between the dense fog of lust of her mind, Miss Muscle was unable to remember the presence of anyone on the lane but the bunnies. Somehow, the aroused, blonde heroine felt that laughter as “real” as the mouths that were sucking and licking the nipples of her huge, firm cantaloupes.

Gathering her will, the awesome Golden Maiden was eventually able to control her unleashed libido without a weakening orgasm. Falling in all her developed fours, sweated in sweat, heaving loudly, Miss Muscle began to relax again. She felt as her clit relaxed into her womanhood and her erected, hardened nipples began to make tender and tender eventually under her golden attire.

“What…what is happening….me?.....What….what does they…they made me?”.-Panted the sculptural, aroused blonde heroine to the dark lane.

With great effort, the tall, muscular, voluptuous crime fighter got on her sexy, barely feet again. Somehow, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her. Staggered one side to another of the lane, crushing her perfectly muscular physique against walls, Miss Muscle fell down to the ground again with a loud sound when her massive, hard mammaries made a pair of holes on the asphalt….

During long minutes, the voluptuous Titaness laid on the ground, defenceless, unable to gather a bit of energy to stand her up, till, finally, her amazing strength returned to her portentous muscles. “I…I must return…at home. I…I must learned…what…what is happening me…”.-Muttered the exhausted heroine. She felt as defeated again, although she hadn’t fought that night.

Somehow, the night hadn’t finished for Miss Muscle yet. While the golden amazon was flying over the large Alpha City Mall, shoots could be heard by the muscular crime fighter. Without any doubt, despite of her state, the blonde heroine change her route to stop that sudden criminal menace.

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Flying over the modern architecture of the huge Mall, the super sense of the golden warrioress easily detected a pair of masked men running out the Mall from a side gate, carrying heavy bags with them. Still shooting long blast with their shotguns against the security guards, they made their way into a large van that, inmediatelly, began to flee of the place, far from the guards.-“Maybe you are able to escape of the guards, but there is no hiding place from me, crocks!!!”.-Though the awesome blonde valkyr, flying towards the dark van, feeling a new, recovered self-confidence and energy.

The surprised crocks stared with horror as the voluptuous golden muscular women went through the ceiling of the van as paper. Her huge, broad, voluptuous frame filled the rear side of the van, preventing any attempt to escape for the luckless thieves.

An hour later, Miss Muscle wasn’t sure about her power pose. Somehow, in that moment, seeing the scared eyes of those criminals, looking her with a mask of fear on their faces, she felt powerful again..-“You, crooks!!! Leave your guns on….”.-Began to yell the golden amazon when her sentence was cut by a storm of shots.

Howling of fear, the criminals unleashed a rain of lead against the massive, curvaceous physique of the blonde crime fighter, a deadly rain easily stopped by the tanned, firm skin of the beauty golden goddess of muscle.

Worried about the shooting, fearing that some bounced bullet could hurt one of them, the voluptuous titaness folded easily the barrels of the guns.-“You should know that these toys are dangerous…”.-Declared the triumphant heroine, grabbing out their hands their useless guns.

Desperate, the masked men tried to grab and seize her enormous boobs, knowing that caresses on the huge nipples of her oversized cantaloupes could change the side of the victory. Unfortunately for them, Miss Muscle leaded her huge fists directly under their chins in a perfect double hook, knocking them down immediately.

“I am stronger as usual”.-Though with confident the muscular blonde tower, staring the fallen, unconscious crooks.-“Time to take care of the driver….”

The driver was scared. His astonished mind had kept him driving the van while his partners were placing out of combat by that voluptuous, blonde mountain of muscles. And now, seeing through the rear-view mirror as the huge heroine of Alpha City was approaching to him, he knew that it was his turn.-“Please, Miss Muscle, please. Don´t hurt me, Miss Muscle…..”.-Screeched the villain with horror.

…Miss Muscle….Don´t Hurt…

Those words made its way deep into the mind of the awesome heroine. A sudden, soft trickling appeared on her swollen, oversized boobs and chiselled vagina. In a second, at inches of the driver, the powerful Miss Muscle stopped her way. Every fibre of her perfectly defined muscles were paralyzed, unable to obey her mind.

“I…I…will not hurt…you…. I…I…will not hurt…you….”.-Whispered a surprised Miss Muscle with sleepy voice. “What is happening with me? I want to seize that guy but I am paralyzed!!! And why I have said that? It must be a trick of these guys. They are using a special gun against me. I must prevail…”.-Thought worried the muscular amazon, trying to recover the control of her chiselled physique, while the scared driver, unaware of the fight within of the heroine, kept begging for mercy.

Gathering her amazing will, Miss Muscle focused it to move her swollen, perfect musculature…in vain. That strange, soft trickling on her erogenous areas was driving mad, draining her efforts to regain the control. She felt as a simple onlooker into her own body. Her tanned, firm skin covered in sweat to the effort, she heaved exhausted, but nothing happened.

Finally, the driver realized that something was wrong with the finest heroine of Alpha City. He braked the vehicle and turned his face to the paralyzed heroine. Although as muscular and voluptuous as ever, the villain realized that she didn’t seemed as powerful. Her sapphire eyed behind the slits of her golden mask was blurred, her skin didn’t seem as firm and soft as usual, and her perfect muscles seemed a bit flaccid.

“Are…are you O.K., Miss Muscle? You seem….tired. Maybe…you…you need to rest!!”.-Asked the criminal with trembling voice, fearing a trick of the huge, blonde crime fighter.

“I…I am…I am not…I don’t know…”.-Declared Miss Muscle with sleepy voice”.-“Tired?....I…I seem tired….I…I am tired…I…I need to rest….”.-Said confused the heroine, while the rational side of her mind fought to regain the control.

Then the astonished villain saw as the heroine sat on the floor of the van, leaning her broad back on the metallic wall, closed her sapphire eyes, and fell into a deep sleep…

Unable to believe her luck, the driver took the bags of money, running away of the place, leaving his partners with the sleeping heroine, and trying to think a good story about how the powerful Miss Muscle had been defeated by Bob, a simple driver…

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Mrs Slander arrived to the Motor Inn close to midnight. Although it was raining, the journalist had recognized the voice. He was the same voice that had leaded to the alley the last night. “You will find something interesting for you in the Room 13….”.-Declared the voice.

“The only interesting thing is the raped corpse of Miss Muscle in…”.-She began to say, but the voice had disappeared. Taken her Digital Video Camera, Slander drove till that Inn, on the outskirts of the City. Something interesting….

And when Mrs Slander opened the door of the Room, the immoral journalist exploded in a insane laughter. It was really, really interesting…beyond interesting indeed. The Pulitzer Price was on her hand….Naked but her golden mask, her hated arch-nemesis, Miss Muscle, was laid on the bed. Her muscular arms and legs were wide opened over the red bedspread and, the best of all, Slander noticed that the golden attire of the muscle bimbo, her golden, tiny bra and thong had been broken and used as straps to tie her wrists and toes to the bed.

Slander closed the door behind her, leaving the video camera over the TV, in front of the tied heroine. “An excellent point of view…”.-Thought Slander with evil satisfaction. Excited, Slander approached to the defenceless heroine. Placing her hand over her leg, she slid slightly her fingers over her tanned, firm skin, feeling the chiselled muscles of her thighs under them.

Then, she stared the blonde, pubic hair that covered her womanhood…”I wonder if someone had been able to pierce your crotch, muscle whore…Somehow, now, your fucked cunt is mine…”.-Whispered Slander ominously.

Her hand slid over her rippling, chiselled washboard abdominals, with a mix of admiration, excitation and reject. “You aren’t a woman….”.-Whispered again, placing their hands on the summits of her rounded, firm peaks, playing with her nipples, feeling as they engorged fast and hard under her fingers.”….but a man neither.”.-Finished Slander the sentence when a flagging heave of pleasure left the lips of the tied, muscular amazon.

“But, I will discover your secret identity soon…”.-Slander declared, caressing the fabric of her golden mask.-“…a secret identity that I will show around the world…”.-The journalist finished with a perverse smile on her lips….

To be Continued…