MISS MUSCLE MEETS MR MIND (3)

MISS MUSCLE MEETS MR MIND (3)

Legal disclaimer: Miss Muscle is a character created by B.C. Somehow, Mr Mind is on my own. The events of this story are out of the regular stories of Miss Muscle.

Miss Muscle slowly began to regain her conscious. She felt her muscular body scorched by a debilitating pleasure; her thick, perfect arms and legs were enormous lead columns, unable to be lifted by human or super human strength; her rounded, titanic breast were huge spheres of unimaginable density, flattening her chiselled chest, becoming her breath in a unbearable effort to her lungs.

On the summit of those oppressive mountains of flesh and muscle, to large, brown, erected nipples beat with force, sending waves of pleasure along the lying golden muscular goddess, catching in fire her already excited crotch. From her lips escaped a slight heave of pleasure, while her sculptural, chiselled physique squirmed over the rough surface in which she was lying.

Under the influence of the rest of a forgotten ecstasy, the mind of the giant blonde goddess was unable to think clearly but in sex. Her thoughts fell one time and another on her husband Peter, sat oh her hard, solid, rippling abdominals caressing daintily every square inch of the tanned skin of her amazingly huge, rounded and perfect breasts, licking and sucking eagerly her large, long, hardened nipples.

“Oooooohhhhhh, sweetheaaart…aaaahhh…..”.-Whispered the excited heroine in a new sexual, erotic moan, trying to place her right hand over her chiselled, wet groins to play with her engorged, sensitive clit…but her efforts was stopped by someone, by something. The muscular super woman grunted in frustration.

As into a dream, she tried to move her thick left arm…in vain. With a superb effort of strength and will, the golden amazon got to fold her herculean, sexy, heavy legs…a bit. The same strange force prevented her movements. Exhausted by the effort, her perfectly muscular legs fell again, relaxed and flaccid, producing trembles and cracks on the surface in which she was lying.

Slowly, Miss Muscle began to open her blurred, sapphire eyes. During long seconds, the amazing crime fighter was unable to focus her eyes on the dimness of the room. Eventually, her conscience returned to her. She felt her hot, tanned skin shook by a cold, continuous blow, running mercilessly through the deep valleys and canyons, climbing to the top of the mountains of her muscular, voluptuous body.

“I am nude…”.-Though the goddess of muscle, unable to feel the comfortable touch of the tiny pieces of her gold fabric over her nipples and vagina. Heaving as drunk, she turned her blonde head to her left. Among the fog of her blurred eyes, Miss Muscle noticed a shinning, thing strap surrounding her thick wrist, tying it to a kind of post???

With a supreme effort, she moved her head to the other side, just to discover the same shining strap around her right wrist. With a great effort of her drained will, the Herculean heroine struggled faintly with them, folding a mere inches her thick, perfect, heavy arms and biceps, her monumental hills of flesh trembled as jelly over her massive pectorals …but seconds later, with a long heave, the sculptural amazon gave up, exhausted.

“Nude…exhausted…excited….Where???....Who???....”.-Muttered the defenceless blonde valkyr, closing her sapphire eyes. Seconds later, the tall goddess of Alpha City heard a sound. Opening her eyes, she noticed a small, red spot in front of her over a…TV???. Still confused about her situation, the feminine voice that she heard startled her.

“You are here, horny Muscle Bimbo, with me. You have been beaten…again. Tied….again. Stripped…again. Your unnatural, grotesque cantaloupes exposed…again. The ‘Maiden of Muscle’ is counting her ‘heroic acts’ with defeats…inglorious defeats. Tell me, useless mountain of muscles,….tell me what is happening with you…?”.-The voice of Slander was plenty of satisfaction and ironic. Her arch-nemesis was in front of her, tied, defenceless, filmed in her defeat…by her. It was the most exciting moment in many, many years for her.

“Please…..please….Slander….untie….untie me…”.-Begged pathetically the great, voluptuous heroine, while her blurred, sapphire eyes behind her golden mask tried to focus the face of the evil journalist.

“You? Is the mighty Miss Muscle begging for help? To me? I can´t believe it!!! During years you have saved us from terrible menaces and now, you, tied only with your own golden no-attire, are unable to free your self. You don’t seem the marvellous heroine you pretend to be..”.-Taunted Slander with an evil smile on her lips.

“Y….yessss……I…..am……I am begging……begging for help…….to you……Miss…Miss Slander……Suzy….untie….untie me…..”.-Pleaded Miss Muscle with fading, sleepy voice.

Suddenly, the attitude Slander changed into rage. With fury, she slapped the face of the trapped heroine. “Suzy???? Don´t call me Suzy, Male with boobs!!!”.-Roared Slander.-“I am not your friend!!!!. I hate you. I….”.-Suddenly, she was quiet, grabbing her aching hand.

“Fucked freak!!! You have injured my hand!!!”.-Roared with angry voice.-“You will pay for it….”.-She menaced her.-“Soon, Miss Muscle, you will reveal me your secret identity. You will reveal me all your most shameful, hidden secrets. And I reveal them to the world. Everybody will see how dirty ‘wo-man’ is their ‘heroic’ Miss Muscle…”.-Declared proudly Slander.-“I will prevail finally over you, Miss Muscle, I swear you!!!”

…..reveal me your secret identity….

The great heroine felt a strange duality on her mind. She wanted to answer Slander…She needed to answer her!!! REVEAL ME YOUR SECRET IDENTITY. Those words resounded on her mind, first as a far, faint whisper that, eventually, grew louder and louder, becoming finally in a deafening storm of thunders hammering her mind and soul.

But, meanwhile one part of her will desired to reveal her identity to that perverse woman, other part of it, screamed in despair, trying to prevail over the overwhelming need to answer her requirement. Somehow, that part was deprived of strength, incorporeal as a ghost.

Her rational ego was unable to stop that irrational feeling. Her will was paralyzed; even her muscular body was paralyzed. Only her heart, beating wild, was scared about the idea of that revelation….Slowly, her fleshy lips began to move, forming her real name, whispering her secret identity. Voluntarily, without resistance, Miss Muscle was on the point to accuse Kate Spencer-Johnson, her alter ego….Somehow, Slander didn’t noticed that, reassuming mercilessly her cruel taunts.

“My dear Miss, Mr, or whatever, Muscle, I have been always astonished about your great errr, I mean, grotesque physique. So tanned, so firm, so invulnerable….”.-Then, Slander punched her rippling, perfectly regular and defined abdominals with fury.-“It seems made of iron, osmium….or sculpted in marble. So hard. So perfect…but somehow, so vulnerable to caresses….”.-She declared ominously Slander, caressing the same abdominals.

With great care, she slid her fingers over the summits and valleys of her plenty, extremely developed belly. The great, blonde, tied heroine, that seconds before was on the point to reveal her secret identity, heaved slightly under such touch. The bed cracked faintly when her dense, massive, muscular physique shook slightly, whipped by a new wave of arousal.

But that sudden attack of arousal wasn’t enough for Slander. She needed something more spectacular for her viewers….Slowly, she slid her finger up, reaching the enormous, firm, globular mountain of flesh of her awesome, naked breasts.

Slander was becoming eventually more and more excited…but she wasn´t sure why. Maybe because she was astonished of the perfection of those enormous udders…so firm, so soft, so warm…over those swollen, perfectly developed pectorals…or maybe due to the fast, brutal effect of those simple, slight caress was inducing on that blonde, seven feet woman.

When her fingers finally reached the brown aureole of her again hard and erected nipples, her faint moans of arousal had become in loud moans of pleasure. Futilely, Miss Muscle tried to move away her monumental breasts of that torture, but she only got to shake them as over-inflated beach balls of jelly.

“Are you enjoying with it, Miss Muscle? What about if I caress your other nipple? Ha, ha, ha….”.-Roared with laughter Slander, beginning to execute her menace immediately. The will of the maiden of muscle collapsed almost immediately. Formerly excited many times on the last hours, there was only needed a small stimuli to burn her in pleasure.

Her moans and heaves of pleasure eventually grew, becoming in howls of ecstasy. Every of her muscular cell was burning in a growing excitation, fed by her golden energy, but draining its power. Her almost relaxed clit reborn, growing and becoming moist at any second. Unstoppable, a climax was growing into the muscular, defenceless, excited heroine.

“Tell me, Miss Muscle…Are you enjoying with that? ARE YOU ENJOYING WITH THAT?”.-Screamed and commanded Slander, possessed by her own excitation. It was marvellous for her. Her hated foe was totally dominated by her. That 500 lbs of pure muscle had become in a mountain of trembling, moaning flesh under her hands!!!. And every shake of her muscular physique, every moan of her throat was been filmed by her!!!

… enjoying with that?...

Among the images of sex that drowned her mind, among the deafening screams of ecstasy from her own throat, the blonde, muscular goddess heard that sentence, became in a ineludibly requirement. “No…no…please…leave alone…..no more….”.-Screamed her rational, humiliated mind. Somehow, with horror, she noticed the same strange, terrible, ominous feeling that her mind and body wasn’t under her control. Easily, her lips answered her…with difficult de to the constant heaves of ecstasy, Miss Muscle confessed the real feelings of every cell of her dense, huge, muscular physique…

“I….aaammm…..enjoyiiiiinnggg…… enjoyiiiiinnggg……oooohhhh…..aaahhhh…”

And, once her will was broken, even her rational mind surrendered to the overwhelming need of pleasure. Till the end. Without requirement, Miss Muscle admitted what her body…and now her mind, really wanted it that moment….

“Cooommeee….cooommeeee….oooonnnnn”.-Howled Miss Muscle with a voice replete of ecstasy.-“Geeet….geeet…..mmmeeeee……cuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmm…..”

It was too much for Slander. Her triumph as journalist, her triumph over the mighty, greatest heroine of Alpha City, her screams of ecstasy…all those things had leaded Suzy Slander to a deep state of lust. Her face was a mask of pure, primordial pleasure. She joined her own screams of ecstasy with the screams of her horny foe. But she was as horny as her…maybe more.

With fury, she released her left hand of the enormously erected and hardened right nipple of the moaning heroine, placing it between her chiselled thighs. Easily, she found her swollen, moist clit and, without mercy she began to rub the defenceless point of pleasure of her…

The perfect, sculptural, muscular physique of the golden goddess of Alpha City twitched once in all her splendour. Every one of the uncountable fibres of all her perfectly developed muscles tensed to the limit when the blonde amazon exploded as a volcano in a erotic climax. Her blurred, sapphire eyes wide opened behind her golden mask, her mouth wide opened in a obscene “a”, heaving rhythmically with the wild contractions of the powerful muscles of her belly and vagina, releasing the fluids of her chiselled womanhood.

“Oh my God!!!... Oh my God!!!... Oh my God!!!...Oooohhhh……yyyeeeeessss……oooooohhh…”.-Howled Slander too, adding her own screams and moans of pleasure to the erotic submission setting of Miss Muscle, till finally, she got her own climax too, even more powerful that Miss Muscle one.

It was her most desired dream. During years, Miss Slander had dreamed with the humiliation of the brave heroine. Defeated many times, even exposed in all her amazing, sculptural nudity, nobody had showed her during a climax…till now. Soon, The way in which Miss Muscle had her mythical climax will be know by everybody. Everybody would see her perfect muscles twitches in her climax, her tanned, firm skin soaked in sweat due to her excitation, hear the feminine moans of ecstasy from that masculine body….all of this thanks to her…

Slowly, Suzy removed her hands from the firm physique of the still excited heroine. Occasional convulsions of pleasure still shook the hyper-athletic body of the blonde amazon, mixed with fading moans of ecstasy. The perverse journalist stared the tied, tanned body of the defenceless valkyrie. Rivers of sweat slid down through the deep canyons of her extremely developed, chiselled muscles…her face was frozen in a grim of pleasure although her mind was sunken in an ocean of shame.

-“Damned whore…YOU HAVE ENJOYED WITH IT!!! YOU LOVED TO BE SUBMITTED!!! MISS MUSCLE IS ONLY A FUCKED MUSCULAR BITCH!!!. THE CRIME_FIGHTER OF ALPHA CITY IS ONLY A HORNY COW!!!”.-Yelled Slander,adding a disgusting tone of scorn and irony on her words.

-“N…….n……no…….no…”.-Whispered the beaten warrioress.-“I…am….I am not….”

-“SHUT UP, Miss Muscle. You should be called Miss Muscle Cow, or Miss Horny Muscles…YOU enjoys been submitted, leaded to a climax. You are a sex addicted, that needed super-orgasms to satisfy your weird addiction..-“Kept Slander jeering of her tied interviewee.- “Tell me, Miss Muscle, is your lover unable to satisfy your sexual urges that you need villains to get that????”.”.-Finished Suzy with authority….

-“You….you…..are…..wrong…”.-Said Miss Muscle with fading, weak voice.-“Peter….Peter…..”.-And then, realizing of her mistake, the blonde heroine hushed.

-“Peter?...Then your lover in a man!!! Peter!!!! I had always thought that you were a lesbian. Or maybe Peter is a woman? Ha, ha, ha….Poor Peter….He…or she, is unable to make a good number with your titanic udders. Ha, ha, ha. Do you want to be milked, Muscle Cow? By me? It is really easy, Miss Muscle. You just tell me ‘I am a cow. I want to be milked’….Come on, Miss Muscle, don´t be shy…‘I am a cow. I want to be milked’…”.-Taunted Slander, grabbing and squeezing one of the huge, firm, globular ‘udders’ of the tied heroine, slidding her fingers to her hardened, stiffened nipple, up and down, up and down…with deliberated slow rhythm…

‘Put your disgusting hands out of my breast, frustrated and bitter bitch!!!!’.-Tried Miss Muscle to yell to her cruel torturess. Somehow, those words were unable to be pronounced by her mouth. Again, that strange feeling of duality on her mind was working against her…

…I am a cow. I want to be milked…

Those words resounded into her mind as a unbearable, overwhelming echoes…till finally, the astonished muscular, big-breasted heroine, heard her own voice whispering that humbling sentences.-“A…cow…..be….be milked….I….I am…..a….a cow. I…..want….to be milked……. “.-

Totally and utterly humiliated. Miss Muscle had never felt so impotent and humbled. Her mind burnt of shame and rage. She wanted to scream of fury, but only howls of ecstasy left her lips, while Mrs Slander, with insane laughter, grabbed and caressed her left udder in a cruel attempt to milk it. Her muscular physique twisted and jerked of pleasure, her free boob shook as a ball of jelly over her awesome pectorals….Pleasure over pleasure over pleasure. I am a cow…Milk me...MILK MEEEEEE…..”.-Howled the blonde amazon when even her deep ego was drained of its will, scorched by overwhelming waves of pleasure from her nipple.

Even possessed by that sexual, erotic frenzy, Miss Muscle felt as an intense heat was beginning to appear on the summits of her monumental mountains of flesh, something hot and moist. Explosion of overwhelming ecstasy scorched her already scorched, hardened, erected nipples when a pair of gouts of her golden milk flowed from her incredibly engorged, stiffened nipples, sliding down along her voluptuous, rounded cantaloupes.

The massive, perfectly muscular physique of the blonde amazon twitched on supreme ecstasy, screeching of pure pleasure. A thin golden train of milk began to flow and slide down over the sweaty, tanned skin of her super-mammaries, while, between her groins, her excited, swollen clit, grew more and more, pushing away the lips of her awesome vagina.

For Miss Slander, the grim of pure ecstasy on the face of her arch nemesis was beyond her most insane dreams, those fleshy lips screeching and heaving as a lecherous nymphomaniac, her blue eyes blurred of a paradise (or Hell) of infinite pleasure, her titanic, hyper-muscular physique twisting and twitching in an agonic, unsatisfied climax…and all of this was been filmed by her!!!

“Oh, Miss Muscle…You are a Muscular Cow, really!!! I am milking you!!!”.-Jeered Slander, staring the twin trails of golden milk sliding down the twin mountains of jelly in which her amazing boobs had become over her awesome pectorals.-“You deserve a prize, Miss Muscle Cow, ha, ha, ha…..”.-Declared Suzy, roaring with insane laughter, placing her free hand over her chiselled groins…and finding with her fingers her exposed, engorged, excited clit….

Too much for Miss Muscle. As soon as the evil journalist caressed slightly her huge, exposed clit, the blonde muscular bomb-shell exploded in an appalling climax. Her back arced over the bed, menacing to break her spine, while her vagina ejaculated wildly as a broken dam, shooting with her dense cum the sheets and the opposite walls of the room.

The face of the extremely excited heroine froze in a mask of ecstasy and suffering, unable to understand such a level of pleasure, unable to howl her infinite ecstasy. During long seconds, Miss Muscle became in a muscular statue of bliss, ecstasy, pleasure, rapture…frozen, paralyzed but her muscular vagina, which kept shooting her golden, dense cum to walls and sheets…

But finally, even the tireless muscular woman became exhausted. Her heavy physique fell as a dead weight over the bed when her powerful muscles relaxed of pure exhaustion. And finally, the bed cracked under the weight of the heroine…releasing her from her golden bonds…Somehow the strength and will of the powerful, golden goddess of muscle was totally depleted by those powerful orgasms suffered in less that five minutes.

Completely spent, the muscular Miss Muscle fell unconscious, utterly tired, muttering with fading voice.-“I am a Cow……I am…a cow……I am…………a…….. …cow………..”

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“Oh, my dear Miss Muscle, you are a cow….But don´t worry about that. You will be a death cow soon….”.-Muttered Mr Mind in front of the surveillance screen, on the next room.-“I had never thought that Mrs Slander could be so….efficient to break the will of my dear muscular foe….”.´Whispered astonished the hidden villain

“You are right, my master but…”.-said his two twins bunnies.-“What if she ruins your plot? She is able to fuck her during hour or days, even kill her in a super-orgasm. We should stop her before….”.-Declared her young henchwomen at unison with fear on her soft voices.

“Relax, my dear bunnies. We prepared this stage because Mrs Slander enjoys humbling her arch-Nemesis. She want her public humiliation, discredit her as virtuous heroine and woman, discover the identity behind the mask…She don´t want to kill her…Maybe she want to film her death…And, I think she deserve such a price…”

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A long moan of pleasure left the fleshy lips of the heroine, when, hours later, she began to regain conscious. Slowly, she opened her sapphire, blurred eyes. The blonde maiden of muscle was sat in an armchair and her head was fallen over her broad chest. Her titanic, globular breast was covered by her blonde mane, covering her mounds and the deep canyon of her chiselled cleavage.

The blonde, voluptuous titaness raised her head, heaving and moaning on the process; the soft, blonde hair of her mane, caressing her still erected, excited nipples were too much pleasure for her already aroused muscular physique. The blonde valkyrie didn´t feel the golden fabric of her tiny attire over her nipples, or covering her chiselled womanhood, although she felt her golden mask over her face.

Miss Muscle felt exhausted, really, really exhausted, with a terrible, continuous trickling on her erogenous areas. The great heroine tried to get over her feet sculptural muscular body, but it seemed it was made of pure, solid lead. The confused heroine wasn´t sure where she was or what had happened with her, but she knew that she was so vulnerable in her current state.

“Oh, You are awake, Miss Horny Cow!!! Time to unmask you. Everybody should know the name of such a ‘virtuous’ heroine, ha, ha, ha…”.-Said a ominous, triumphant voice in front of her…

“S…slander…..You can´t….you can´t make……make me this…It’s…it’s….”.-Try to declared the exhausted heroine, trying to get over her bare feet her titanic, muscular, naked physique. Somehow, the weight of her sculptural muscles were too much for her current weakness…in fact, even the weight of her huge, rounded boobs were too much for her….

“Come on, Miss Boobs!!! Not only your dearest Peter should know your name…or stare your monstrous, grotesque muscles and boobs….or hear your screeches of ecstasy…People must know…. And people will know…now…”.-Declare the evil, perverse journalist, approaching to the sat, defenceless blonde goddess, trying to grab the golden mask of the golden woman, only piece of her attire remaining on her.

“No….no….you can´t……”.-Declared Miss Muscle, feeling as a growing rage went through her incredible, perfect body. In a sudden explosion of energy, the great super heroine stood up of the armchair, pushing back Suzy and her hand far from her. Raised again over her chiselled, muscular legs, the muscular woman took her power stance one more time, placing her huge hands over her chiselled waist, pushing forward he voluptuous chest, tensing every fibre of her swollen, developed musculature…

”I am….Miss Muscle, Slander. You won’t unmask me….”.-Try to yell the strong, 7 feet amazon to her thin, 5’ 5’’ torturess. But a second later, that explosion of stamina left her as fast as it had appeared. Her thick legs began to tremble, unable to hold her heavy body. Her hands slid along her waist when her swollen arms loose her strength again, falling limp over her sculptural thighs. Slander began to roar with insane laughter.

“Miss Muscle? Look at you!!! Your muscles are loosing her size and definition day after day. Your huge breasts aren’t as firm and rounded as before; now, they fall flaccid over your belly, with your nipples aiming to your feet. Your skin is becoming pale and wrinkled…. You are only a naked, ruined bodybuilder on her fifties. You aren’t a beauty goddess. You are old. Your powers are running out….”.-Declared cruelly Suzy to the trembling heroine, barely able to get over her bare feet.

With scorn, the small journalist placed her small hands over the huge mounds of the huge heroine, pushing her back slightly with her thin arms…tossing to the muscular heroine over the armchair again.-“….you are finished.”.-Said Slander, giving a devastating, psychological ‘coup de grace’ to the scorched heroine.

With a long, loud heave of pleasure, Miss Muscle fell heavily over the armchair. Laid on it, with her sculptural, muscular legs stretched, wide opened…and flaccid over the carpet, her long, swollen arms over the arms of the armchair…powerless, lifeless, her blonde head fallen between her deep, huge cleavage, staring with incredulity as her nipples grew again due to the simple shove of the evil journalist, Miss Muscle was only a wireless muscular puppet.

Raising her face, Miss Muscle realized that Slander had taken her power pose, roaring with insane laughter. Even though the evil journalist was thin and short, she looked much more impressive and threatening that the blonde Maiden of Muscle, whose sculptural, panting body rested totally exhausted on the armchair, showing unchastely her huge boobs and her chiselled crotch. Behind her triumphant nemesis, the mighty valkirie could see the red dot of her digital video camera, filming with high detail her broken body and her pleasant moans. That setting was too much for the weakened will of the heroine….

“You…you are right, Slander….You are right. I…I am feeling as my powers are leaving me……I…I must admit that….”.-Confessed the finished heroine, with fading and whispering voice..-“…the other night….on the lane, two…two small……teenagers...made me an...an unimaginable number with my nipples and crotch….I can’t…I can’t forgive it….You could see me after that……Tonight…..a….crock….a simple crock put me to sleep….and I don´t know who he made it…..But you have seen the result…..I was naked…tied on a bed….with my own attire…I…I am much….much stronger than you, Suzy Slander but….but I have been unable to defend myself while you were masturbating me…..making me pant….heave……..enjoy…….as never….All of that have been filmed by you….I will be finished when you show the video to the world….and I am too weak to stop you.”.-Declared Miss Muscle, sobbing, ashamed by her weakness and her utter defeat.

Slowly, with feline steps, with a lecherous grim of pure satisfaction on her face, Suzy Slander, powerless journalist, approached to Miss Muscle, Champion of Justice on Alpha City during more of two decades. Her small hand caressed slowly the golden mask, enjoying of the look of fear of the heroine whose sapphire eyes, behind the slits of her mask, were blurred with tears.

“No…No….Suzy….please….I beg you……My….my family will be endanger!!!!.....My husband….My son…..My…..my…..my students…..I…I pleade you…..I…I will make what you wanted…..I…I will confess you all my defeats…..You will get the complete story of my carer….only for you…I…I will tell you everything you want….on live….but please….don´t unmask me….don´t reveal my secret identity….please…..please…..”.-Implore the marvellous heroine, while her muscular, powerless physique shook in a futile attempt to move away of that hand.

I a superb effort for her broken physique and will, the right hand of the heroine got to grab the small wrist of Slander when she began to remove the mask. Somehow, that powerful, muscular arm, thick as a rafter, was unable to avoid the unavoidable. Inch by inch, with that heavy arm hanged flaccidly on her hand, Suzy Slander removed the last piece of her golden attire, among the pleas of Miss Muscle…till finally her face was totally exposed. Miss Slander dropped the golden mask at the bare feet of….

“….Spencer-Johnson……..you….you are Mrs Spencer-Johnson….Kate Spencer-Johnson….a simple scholar teacher is Miss Muscle!!!”.-Declared astonished the journalist, that had recognized her by many incidents involving Miss Muscle….her alter-ego.

Tears slid down along the cheeks of Kate because…although there was a huge, muscular, voluptuous, blonde woman spreaded on the armchair, that woman isn’t the mighty Miss Muscle. Stripped of her tiny attire, drained her strength, broken her will…revealed her secret identity…that muscular woman was only Kate Spencer-Johnson. Miss Muscle was as destroyed as her golden attire.

“You have won… Suzy Slander….”.-Declared Kate, sobbing on shame.-“You have got what hundred villains… and villains…much more powerful than you….have dreamed….You have got the ultimate evidence…….Yes….you are right….My name is Kate…..Kate Spencer-Johnson…I..I am a teacher……and I have got a family too…..”.-Said Kate, desperate.

Astonished, Slander saw as the huge body of Kate was able, with a supreme effort, slid down along the armchair, falling in all her muscular fours in front of her small. ‘Now, she seems a cow, really. Her grotesque breasts hanging down from her chest as udders…..’-Though with satisfaction the perverse journalist, deaf for the pleas of the supplicant woman…

With unnatural scorn, Suzy took a handful of her golden mane, raising her head, enjoying with the look of fear on the uncovered sapphire eyes of Kate.- “Oh no, my dear Kate. I don´t matter your family…Since that day when I was on the point to see as you were killed by the Ice Cream Man, I have dreamed to unmask you, to see how one of your ridiculous villains or villainess made you to cum…or kill. Now, I have got one of my dreams . Soon, everybody will know that the muscular, horny heroine of Alpha City is you, a simple teacher. You and Stride ruined my carer….I will ruin your life, ha, ha, ha….”

“No…no…please…no….”.-Whispered Kate, raising her left arm, trying to grab her. Somehow, out of strength, out of will, the muscular Kate fell heavily on the carpet…unconscious. And worse. Her marvellous body began to shine with a golden aura. In seconds, the huge, muscular, voluptuous heroine began to loose her impressive size, her thick and developed muscles, her swollen bosom…leaving only the small, standard body of a naked, middle-aged woman….

Suzy was unable to believe her luck. Her secret identity, her amazing transformation, her pleas, her moans…her orgasms….all of that filmed in high definition!!! “Rest in peace, Kate…Miss Muscle. Because when you awake, your world will be destroyed, ha, ha, ha….”.-Slander declared to the sobbing body of Kate. Then, she turned off the video camera and made her way to the door of the room. Dawn could be seen through the windows. ‘Dawn of my celebrity’.-Thought Suzy.-‘Breakfast and the images of Miss Muscle unmasked. Today will be a great day for me!!!’

Somehow, the door opened in front of her. A tall, handsome man, dressed with a tuxedo appeared in front of the exultant journalist. “Who the hell are you?.-Asked Suzy, stunned, and surprised when she saw two teenagers dressed as Playboy bunnies taking the inert, powerless body of Kate, and placing her again on the armchair.

“Good Morning, Miss Slander. My name is Mr Mind...”.-The man said politely.-“..and I need your help….”.-He said with a evil smile on his lips, placing the shinning sphere of his cane in front of her face…..In a second, her body stiffened while her eyes blurred, submitted to the metal power of the villain.

“You will get your exclusive, my dear Slander. The way in which you have broken Miss Muscle has been fantastic, much better I have expected from you. You will get much more…Today, Miss Muscle will die at my hands…and you and your video camera will be the main witnesses of this event….”

TO BE CONTINUED