"Eight ... Nine ... Ten!" Diane dropped the dumbbells andevaluated the impressive bulge of her tensed biceps withappreciation. Seventy five pounds wasn't going to be enough, shethought; she'd have to increase the weight next time. Back offthe number of sets, of course, and increase the weight ... that'sthe ticket.
She eyed the Roman Chair and heaved a sigh. It was getting lateand she had to get an early start tomorrow. She ran her fingersacross the thin leotard covering her stomach. She smiled at thefeel of the hard, rippled washboard she encountered. She HADbeen working out for almost two hours tonight, though primarilyon chest and arms; and now everyone else had left the gym. Shejust didn't have the motivation to start any ab workout at thishour. Stroking the impressive muscles of her abdomen lovingly,she laughingly acknowledged that she could afford to skip ONEsession.
Diane wiped the sweat from her forehead and started for thelocker room.
"Hey baby!" Startled, she looked around. There, near the frontdesk, was a scrawny looking geek wearing a big smile. "Icouldn't help but notice you exercising, there," he said with agrin.
"Oh great," Diane thought, "an OBSERVANT geek!" She was tiredand pointedly ignored him as she continued toward the lockerroom. The geek seemed to take offense.
"Hey, what gives YOU the right to cop an attitude," he calledafter her. "It's not like you're any beauty or anything!"
Diane had already made it to the locker room and paused in frontof the full-length mirror. No beauty? She looked at herreflection. She saw a woman with an obviously incredible body. A little over six feet tall. Wide, well-developed shoulders. Abroad chest that hadn't sacrificed an impressive pair ofbreasts -- probably around 50DDD, she estimated. The scantyblack leotard she wore accentuated her physique more than coveredit, outlining every magnificently-defined muscle.
She smiled as she saw the reflection of her feet. She had onemajor point of vanity: she never wore tennis shoes when sheworked out. She always wore black pumps. There was something... sexy ... about such an anomaly.
Eyes still glued to the mirror, she curled her fist to pump herbiceps. Easily over 17 inches! She allowed her eyes to travelover the beautifully-defined muscles of her body. Built andchiseled, she decided. It had taken her years to sculpt such animpressive body, but she knew the results had been worthwhile.
She finally brought her gaze up to her face. High cheek bonesand almond-shaped, green eyes. She might have been taken fororiental if not for her long, flaming red hair, currently tiedback severely in a long, flowing ponytail. Not a beauty? Ha! He had no concept of the word, then! Her reverie was broken bythe intrusion of the geek's parting shot:
"Fucking horse!"
Diane's eyes narrowed in anger. The insult brought a disturbingthought to mind. Had that little twerp been thinking he wasgoing to get lucky with HER because no one else would have her? She flushed with indignation. "I'm a fucking physical goddess!"she thought, angrily. "That asshole isn't fit to jerk off on myshoes!"
Wheeling, she stomped back to the gym area. The geek was justrounding the corner, heading for the exit.
"HEY YOU LITTLE SONUVABITCH!" she shouted with fury. "GET BACKHERE!" The geek froze where he was, uncertain. Diane stormedover to him and stood, towering and menacing.
"Just where the HELL do you get off calling me a 'horse,' yousorry little excuse for a man?!" The twerp stood looking at her,blinking nervously. Diane was panting with anger. "You knowwhat I think?" she asked. The man swallowed loudly, but saidnothing.
"I think I ought to beat the shit out of you," she hissed in aquiet, dangerous voice.
The man chuckled nervously. "D-don't be ridiculous!" hestammered. "Y-you're just a woman!" Diane looked at the guyappraisingly. He was at least four inches shorter than her andweighed about 180 pounds. At least 40 pounds or so lighter thanher, she mused. He wasn't in bad shape. But conversely, he wasobviously no athlete, either. She grinned evilly.
"JUST a woman?" she asked, cocking her head as if she couldn'tbelieve she'd her correctly. She pushed her arm into his faceand slowly bulged her biceps. The swelling muscle pressedagainst his nose and forced his head back slightly. "Does thislook like JUST a woman to you?" she demanded.
The man pushed her arm away violently. "Get away from me, youfreak," he spat. "I know your type! You're the kind whosecretly wants to be a man so she can have sex with REAL women!"
Diane's head rocked back, stunned. "You calling me a lesbian?"she asked incredulously. She stared at him for several seconds,letting her indignation build. Then she laughed. "A lesbian?! No, I'm no lesbian," she chuckled, after she'd caught her breath. She stopped smiling suddenly and looked at him intently. She wether lips. "And I AM a 'real' woman! In fact, I think I'll proveit to you as I beat the living shit out of you."
"And maybe I'll just use my sex to beat you within an inch ofyour miserable life," she said with a quiet smile.
The man looked confused and began backing up slowly. Dianeadvanced. Oh yes, she was going to make it clear to this assholejust how wrong he was! "I know I can take him," she thought. "And I think I'll enjoy playing with his mind as I play with hisbody."
"Ever been raped?" she asked in a husky voice. She saw the lookof doubt and of fear in his eyes and she tingled with excitementand power.
Doubt must have won out over fear; the man jumped awkwardly ather, trying to knock her down. She caught him easily in a bearhug and lifted him from his feet, feeling him kick and struggle. Her head spun with this confirmation of her own strength andpower. She had never had a physical contest with a male before;always assuming that 'women were weaker.' But now she wasrealizing that this wasn't necessarily true. And this guy wasgoing to PAY for this realization! She squeezed firmly and wasgratified to hear the rush of air leave his lungs.
"Tell me again how I'm JUST a woman," she grunted, mashing therunt against her wide chest. The guy worked his mouth, but nosounds came out. She crushed him cruelly against her, hertriceps bulging out impressively as her powerful arms tightenedlike jungle pythons. She kept up this intense pressure until hestopped his kicking and thrashing and just hung limply in herarms.
Diane repositioned her grip to grab her victim by a leg and arm. She then hoisted him above her head, holding him aloft andhelpless. The guy found his breath and screamed for her not todrop him.
She savored the sound of his anguished pleas for almost a minute. "You are MINE!" she thought triumphantly. Then she stepped outfrom under him, letting him plummet to the hard, carpeted floorwith a resounding THUD.
Before he could raise himself from the floor, she pounced on him,wrapping her heavily-muscled thighs around his head. Locking herankles, she poured on the pressure -- watching with pleasure ashis hands grabbed frantically at her legs in a futile effort topry them from his head.
Diane leaned back and put some serious strength into the squeeze. The man froze, his hands pausing in mid-air with outstretchedfingers before ineffectually coming to rest back on her thighs. He couldn't even move! She kept up the pressure for severalseconds, until her opponent began beating his heels helplesslyagainst the floor. The tingle in her crotch had intensified intoa serious, throbbing, electrical field of pleasure. She was wetenough that she was sure a growing wet spot must be showingthrough her leotards.
She released the guy from her deadly legs and rubbed herself asshe watched him writhe spasmodically on the floor. God! She'dnever felt so POWERFUL! She could do WHATEVER she wanted to thisguy and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. This wasa dream come true: having another human being COMPLETELY in herpower.
"C'mere," she husked, grabbing him by the hair. She stripped offthe top of her leotard and pushed a large breast into his face. "Suck it," she demanded. The man knelt stupidly in front of her,his closed mouth pushed against her ample nipple, his eyes gluedto her muscular chest.
"GodDAMMIT! I said 'SUCK!'" she screamed, pushing his facebetween her mammoth breasts. He began bucking and scrabbling,trying to escape, but she gripped the back of his head firmlywhile squeezing her large mounds tightly around his head. Hisstruggles became weaker and weaker until he slumped forward, keptfrom falling on the floor only because of how tightly his headwas wedged between her fleshy tits. Within seconds of his goinglimp, Diane felt herself racked by waves of orgasmic pleasure. Her knees buckled and she couldn't maintain her hold; the guyfell backwards, unconscious.
"Holy SHIT," she swore in disbelief. "I didn't even touch mycunt and that was THE most intense climax I EVER had." Shelooked down at her fallen foe and rubbed her swollen breasts inpleasure. "I can't believe how intensely I got off by dominatingthis little shit!" she thought. "But now that I know ...!"
She grabbed him by the hair and slapped him repeatedly in theface until he opened his eyes. He was still gasping for breath,but stark terror showed in his eyes.
"Need air?" she sneered. She slipped off one of her large pumpsand, using his hair for leverage, forced his face deeply into thedamp, sweaty, pungent depths of the inside of the shoe. Herocked his head feebly, attempting to escape the overpowering,cloying odor, but she clamped the shoe tightly to his face,holding it by the bottom so the heel area fit snugly around hisnose and the rest fit firmly around his mouth. Slumping inresignation, he stopped struggling and took in the sweaty,overwhelming aroma through ragged breaths. Already Diane couldfeel the tingling building up in her crotch again.
She made him breath the scent of her well-used shoe for severalminutes, relishing the sight of this man, on his knees, sufferingthe humiliation of having his face buried in her large, blackpump.
"Not so tough, now, are you hotshot!?" she demanded. She pulledhim to his feet and again presented her massive breast. "Readyto suck this?" she asked conversationally, "or do I tuck mypanties into your big mouth?"
The man was ready! He latched onto her nipple and began suckingfuriously. Holding the back of his head, she forced his facehard against her breast, enjoying the waves of pleasure hiscoerced mouth was bringing her. She switched his head frombreast to breast for about 10 minutes, savoring the sensations.
"OK, time for something different," she announced. "I think youmay be enjoying yourself too much. Let's see what that tonguecan do in other places..." She lifted one of her massively-muscled arms.
The twerp was slow to realize what she had in mind. "You mean? Oh n-no! I..." But Diane wasn't interested in arguments. Orwhat the twerp wanted. His only purpose in life -- his onlyreason for existing, was to please her.
She caught him by the back of the head and forced his face intoher exposed armpit. "Lick me!" she ordered. There were somemuffled noises from the twerp, but no licking. Angrily, sheforced her muscular arm down, crushing the geek's trapped head.
Immediately she felt a frantic tongue, bathing her shavenarmpits, licking away hours of sweat accumulated while she hadworked out earlier. She thought for sure she was going to comeagain, as she continued subjecting this grown man to this kind ofdemeaning treatment. She forced his head under her other arm andhe obligingly provided a tongue bath for that armpit. Her cuntwas dripping; she could feel juices running down her legs. Butshe wasn't climaxing, yet.
In mounting frustration, she jerked the man's head back, causinghim to fall back on the floor. In a few rough movements, shestripped off the confining leotard and stood, towering and nakedbefore him. A goddess, rippling with physical power.
"Strip! And then lie on your back!" she commanded, massaging herthrobbing pussy. "I have GOT to come and quickly. And you, Mr"You're a horse and a lesbian," are going to be the toy that getsme off."
With trembling fingers, the man undressed and lay obediently onthe carpeted floor. Like a lioness in heat, she pounced on him,quickly squatting on his face and entrapping his head between herpowerful thighs. She saw his hands go to his cock, but quicklygrabbed them and pinned them beneath her strong legs. All ofthis was for HER pleasure, not his! She looked at the helplessbody of the man she had pinned beneath her. She could see hiscock, rigid with the pleasure of being used by her, but helplessto obtain release. She could feel his mouth, already licking andsucking at her sopping cunt. She could feel his nose, buriedbetween the cheeks of her firm, muscular ass. This was going tobe good, she thought.
Slowly, she fucked his defenseless face. She could feel a climaxbuilding in her as the sensations of his slavish tongue sweptover and through her. His ragged breathing fluttered against hersensitive asshole and racked her body with erotic sensations ofpower and mastery. Less than an hour ago, this geek had insultedher, made her feel bad, and implied she was a lesbian. Now, hewas helplessly squirming, subdued and impotently-excited by thevery sexuality and womanhood he had denigrated. She was soclose!
She locked her heels under and behind the man's head, forcing hishelpless face even deeper into her gyrating ass and sopping cunt. She could no longer feel the ragged breathing against her assholeas she pressed her crotch down harder on his face; instead, shewas electrified to feel his nose partially forced inside her hot,pungent asshole. She could feel his mouth, completely envelopedby her thick, swollen cunt lips. His tongue was no longerworking, but she didn't need that anymore as she continued tosadistically fuck his face.
She was startled to feel something warm and wet spurt against herheaving, sweaty breasts. Raising her head, she saw the last jetsof come squirt from the man's engorged cock. Glancing at hishands, still firmly pinned by her well-muscled legs, she realizedthat this was the final act of control she had wrested from herhumiliated and beaten opponent. She WAS a REAL woman! He wascompletely helpless, dominated by her overpowering sexuality andphysical prowess!
It only took a few additional minutes of this treatment before hepassed out. This made no difference to Diane; she was much toofar into her own pleasure. She continued to rub herselflustfully on his helpless face.
"He can't breathe," she realized through her fog of lust. Thisdidn't dissuade her from continuing her frenzied crushing of hisface with her crotch. An intensely erotic realization intrudedon her pleasures.
"I could kill him with my pussy and ass," she suddenly thought. "A big, strong man like that, snuffed by the power of my groin." The realization of this ultimate power of her sex made her headspin and pushed her to the edge of a truly stupendous orgasm.
Hovering like this, she felt strangely detached. Intellectually,she knew she should get off his face and see if she could revivehim before something serious happened. But another part of herknew that smothering him with her sex would provide the mostmind-numbing orgasm she had ever experienced!
In the end, her raging hormones decided for her. Her beaten,unconscious victim shuddered and twitched. She could feel aseries of harsh gasps from his mouth and nose against herdripping cunt and hot, dry asshole. "This is it!" she thought. Her head was spinning and she thought her crotch would explode. Then, her fallen foe's body went completely limp.
Immediately, as if his life essence was sucked from his mouth byher throbbing cunt and sent gushing into her body, she was hit byan orgasm more intense than she had ever imagined. She couldn'tcontain the feeling and screamed helplessly as her body wasracked with wave after wave of incredible, mindless ecstasy. Sheliterally shot cunt juice onto the still, unresponsive faceclenched between her hard, muscular thighs -- almost as if shewere a man, ejaculating onto a lover's face, marking her victimforever as her's to do with what she would.
She kept her cunt pressed hard against his face until theunbelievable feelings of pleasure finally ebbed and receded. Slowly, grudgingly, awareness returned. "I did it!" she thoughtin amazement. "I killed a man with my cunt!" Instead of feelingguilt, she felt extraordinarily confident and powerful.
She glanced at one of the large mirrors that dotted the walls ofthe gym. What she saw reflected back was a powerful amazonbeauty, exquisite with rippling well-defined muscles, stillstraddling her defeated victim with the only weapon she hadneeded -- a deadly and intimately personal weapon that marked heras one of the superior sex. A warrioress! She smiled, slowlyrubbing her breasts and relishing the reflected image in themirror. She'd have to dispose of the body, she knew. But shealso knew that she couldn't live without experiencing that kindof orgasm again. The warrioress would have to hunt again, nowthat she had tasted the prize!
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