MISS MUSCLE MEETS MR MIND (4)

MISS MUSCLE MEETS MR MIND (4)

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….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…

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…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…

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