Miss Muscle meets a lethal fan

MISS MUSCLE MEETS A LETHAL FAN Part III

(Courting a Golden Amazon)

By CALIBAN3000 and BOB CASHMAN

Slowly, Kate began to regain her conscious. She felt weak, exhausted. Her aching body seemed carved in pure lead. Her mind, her mind was stunned, unable to focus her thoughts but in the intense weakness that scorched her body. The alter ego of the mighty golden heroine was unable to remember where she was, what had happened her...she was barely able to remember who she was!!!

Gradually, her blunted sense began to perceive the environment that surrounded her. She felt her skin exposed, without clothes, even without her tiny golden bikini that barely can be considered attire. A constant, intense tickling hit her nipples...while a flattening pain strokes her vagina. Plaintively, Kate grunted, twisting her small body. Tied,  Kate realized that her wrists and toes were tied with ample leather straps. Maybe she was sat in a kind of armchair. But where? But how?. Among the dense fog that blurred her thoughts, she had realized that she was Kate, not the voluptuous, muscular hero of Alpha City.

Suddenly, Kate began to hear something in front of her. Slowly, she began to open her heavy lids. During a moment, the light in front of her blinded, but the origin of that rhythmic sound was the light. Again, Kate opened her eyes, wrinkling her eyelids to focus the source of that white noise. But there wasn't an unique source of light, there was a dozen of lights in front of her...In fact, even there weren't lights but TV screens.

Once her eyes focused the multiple images in front of her, the quality of the sound was clear on her ears...and mind. There wasn't a simple white noise. The noise was a symphony of panting, heaving, and grunting of pleasure and ecstasy. And Miss Muscle was one of the performers!!! Because the screens were showing her, as Miss Muscle, the strongest Empress of Muscle, the most beauty Golden Valkyrie, the invincible Blonde Amazon, was been roughly, mercilessly raping on the floor!!! By a growing muscular young!!! Almost a teenager!!!

"No...no...It's...it's....impossible I...I can't be....raped...".-Whispered with incredulity the middle aged scholar teacher, while, with sinister precision, the raped Miss Muscle screamed a lecherous, fainted  'yes' to her well-built conqueror. Little by little the confused mind of the powerless heroine remembered what her scorched, exhausted body was trying to tell her since she awoke, sat and tied on that armchair.

"The...basement....the TV rooms....the fog....Oh, no.....my...my muscular physique melted in chemicals...tied on the armchair by...by Rodney...his hands....my breasts ....his cock.....No...no...his cock on my vagina.....fucking me....raping me...How he could? How he could?".-Sobbing with incredulity and despair the mousy woman, while, in front of her, the unimaginable humiliation of the finest heroine of the city took place one side and another; the head of Rod between her voluptuous mounds of flesh, his cock ramming eagerly the space between her chiseled groins....her howls of indescribable pleasure, her face of ultimate ecstasy...That insane torture was leading her into madness.

How that insane boy had dared to rape her? During more than  two decades,  many criminals had been able to knocked her out, controlled her mind, even he had been killed twice...but no one had dare to rape her!!! Fingers, dildos and other strange, exotic artifacts to break her will through her sexual arousal had profaned her womanhood....but a virile member!!! Kate felt finished, humbled beyond any description...dirty. Miss Muscle felt weak when her erogenous areas were stained or drugged but...how weak could be a Miss Muscle if even her will, her mind was corrupted, stained with such a shadow of shame?

Kate Spencer-Johnson, that had challenged uncountable, unimaginable perils and menaces as Miss Muscle, began to cry, desperate, humiliated, and ashamed. She hated to be so weak, so easily excited....In that moments of utter desperation and shame, Kate hated to be Miss Muscle. "I HATED YOU, FUCKED COW!!!!".-Yelled in rage Kate to the images of her pinned alter ego. Now, the muscular amazon, heaving out of control surrounded with her sculptural legs the growing, muscular waist of her young opponent, with her swollen, firm mounds spitting milk as rounded volcanoes in eruption.

Kate needed to escape of that lecherous, moaning Miss Muscle that, even, seemed to be enjoying with that perverse, criminal act of rape. That sensual lips frozen in that obscene  'o', those sapphire eyes, behind the slits of the golden mask, blurred in a unnatural bliss...that perfectly, defined muscular body sweating and twisting on ecstasy...

She needed to flee away, far away from that...."Peter...Billy".-Whispered between sobs the molested woman. She must return to the only safe place of her life as superheroine, the only protector arms of the strongest woman on Earth, she must return at home with her dear family, with her loved husband...

Trying to ignore the growing howls of ecstasy of those horny, muscular images, Kate struggled with the leather straps...in vain. The undeveloped muscles of the thin, weak Kate were no rival for the straps. She needed strength...she needed to be Miss Muscle.

"By...by the Power...By the Power of Muscle".-Muttered Kate, trying to focus her mind, among the shadows of shame and desperation of her soul, on her super powerful, muscular superhero. Slowly and painfully, her small body began to change in the Golden Goddess of Muscle. Fed by the Golden Energy of her growing breasts, defined, thick muscles began to raise on her, her physique grew in size and beauty, surrounded by a golden aura....

...but her amazing transformation of the blonde Empress of Muscle was seen painful, difficult, exhausting to Kate. Her nipples and her crotch were burning as hell, sending waves of weakness and dizziness along her physique, still under transformation. The growing blonde amazon grunted in pain, and her body twisted and twitched on the armchair as the bait in a fishhook. Her tanned skin covered in sweat due to the pain and the massive mental effort of the amazing valkyrie to change.

Finally, her physique, her muscular, sweaty physique relaxed, exhausted on the armchair. It had been the most difficult transformation on her career. "Oh, my God!!! Miss Muscle is severely wounded!! I must escape from here soon!!!".-Though the Golden Goddess with fear, breathing and heaving out of control, feeling the terrible weight of her twin mounds over her defined pectorals over her panting chest.

A minute later, the brave blonde crime fighter tried to break the leather straps but, to her surprise, she couldn't. Desperate, the muscular amazon struggled wildly with them...in vain. Kate had got the body of Miss Muscle but not her amazing strange. Corrupted her body by toxics, corrupted her soul by the shame, Kate was unable to be a complete Miss Muscle. She and her alter ego were finished. Desperate, the seven feet blonde heroine began to cry again.-"Sorry...Sorry Peter....Billy.....I am...I am too weak...to exhausted...to...to...to ashamed....".-Her mind went to the remembrance of the happy moments with her loving husband, her dearest son...when, suddenly, these remembrances began to clean, to strengthen her battered spirit.

"I...I can't fail...I can't fail them...I...I am...I am Miss Muscle.....I AM MISS MUSCLE!!!!".-Yelled the Golden Valkyrie. Again, she struggled with the, apparently, unbreakable straps. Focusing her growing will power on her formidable muscles, throbbing veins appeared along her thick arms, her sculptural legs, her rounded shoulders, her ample bust. Every atom of the Golden Energy, every though of her mind, was focused to break the straps. Her masked face was frozen in a terrible grim of concentration and effort, insensitive to the drops of sweat that were slid down along her sculptural muscles, her voluptuous bosom, caressing her tanned skin. In seconds, the leather began to give up, crack and, finally break under the overwhelming power of the brave, valiant Goddess of Muscle.

Though moaning and grunting by the effort, the golden titaness got over her bare feet and, step by step, the impressive golden woman approached to the TV screen. During a second, the mighty Miss Muscle stared as the massive legs of her "image" was surrounding and pulling the chiseled waist of her rapist to her own groins, howling in bliss. But then, closing her right hand, the reviled muscular amazon unleashed her fist in a demolishing punch, becoming the screens into an amorphous stack of sparkling dust.

But the Amazing Golden Empress of Muscle was still trapped on that disgusting TV room. Slowly, dragging her bare feet along the cold floor, staggering her huge, massive physique one side to another, holding her heavy weight on the walls, the chiseled amazon reached the door to the basement. Fortunately for her, it was opened.

As the titanic blonde tower of muscles made her way to the basement, the repellent smell of the chemical products hit her, flattening as a flagstone her scarce strength. Her prodigious musculature, her firmly rounded feminine attributes were terrible ballast to her. Somehow, the remembrance of her family, the idea of her returning to them, fed her aching muscles, her scorched will, step by step, yard by yard...till a new challenge.

The wooded stairs through the main floor raised in front of the brave blonde amazon as an unsurpassable wall to her. But, guided and encourage by the remembrance of her husband and son, the sculptural golden goddess began to climb that steep mountain. Her thick thighs and her chiseled calves protested with every steep to the summit, to the freedom, dragging her defined, swollen left arm along the concrete wall.

 Too much for the exhausted heroine. Her powerful legs trembled and her knees folded, overwhelmed by the heavy musculature of the Golden Maiden, falling in all her thick fours over the wood steps, pushed down by her spherical, massive orbs of firm meat, her blonde mane covering her swollen, rounded shoulders. Exhausted, but not finished. Little by little, the hefty blonde amazon dragged up her heavy, defined musculature over the steps, pushed up by her stout, defined arms and legs, step by step, hitting and denting the wood with her heavy, rounded, balancing, hanging mounds, step by step.

As side effect, the proximity of the door encouraged and reinforced her wounded self-confidence of the amazing amazon...and her sculptural physique of Greek goddess. Again, her massive legs were able to hold her on her feet, leading her to the summit, to the door.

To her surprise, it was also open. It seemed that Rod was really confident that her straps and movies could contain the veteran, strongest crime fighter of Alpha city. Not enough to contain her, but the brave Miss Muscle realized that in her state, she wasn't rival not even for Rod, not even to return at home. She needed help. Even the bravest, strongest heroines needed help from time to time...Miss Muscle, Kate Spencer-Johnson needed her husband, Peter.

To her right, at five yards, Miss Muscle saw a cell phone. "I...I must get it!!!...I...I must call Peter".-Muttered the heroine, making her staggering way to it along the corridor of Rodney's house. Her marvelously shaped thighs and calves protested with every step of the tall, muscular heroine, which was barely able to raise her bare feet over the rough carpet.

An ominous silence and quietness surrounded her. For the first time in more than two decades of her career as superheroine, Miss Muscle, the tall, muscular, powerful Golden Maiden of Muscle felt a paralyzing fear. She felt unprotected, naked, extremely vulnerable on the middle of that narrow corridor...at the mercy of that....that nerd.

Taking the cellular, the herculean amazon dialed to her home. During long seconds, the scared blonde titaness heard the tone, looking around her, waiting for, expecting an attack of that terrible foe, the worst terrible foe against she had faced ever. Finally, a well-known voice appeared on the cell.

-"Peter...Peter...Oh my God!!!! Thanks God you took it!!!".-

.-"Kate? Where...where are you? We are worried about you. We....we...".

-"Oh, Honey. It has...t has been terrible...I...I need your help...I am on..."

The awesome blonde Empress of Justice felt the familiar smell of chloroform before the rag reached her nose, the Muscular Amazon felt the presence of his hand over her left massive breast before his hand touched even the golden fabric of her tiny bikini. Gingerly, Rod had approached to the distracted Golden Woman to beat her sculptural physique again.

As slow motion, the surprised heroine screamed in despair and fear, while the soaked, drugged rag fell over her nose and mouth, while his fingers led his way under her golden bikini till her sensitive nipple. With her first heave, the blonde titaness inhaled a generous quantity of the drug, which hit her conscience and will as a heavy battering ram.

Though dizzy, with her strong, massive physique scorched by a growing erotic weakness, the Muscular Goddess tried to repel that treacherous attack. The cell, with the screams of panic of Peter resounding on it, fell to the carpet, while her huge hands grabbed his wrists, trying to remove those evil hands far from her...using all her strength, all her will on that formidable task.

During few seconds, the Ultimate Super Woman, among heaves of growing bliss, was able to move few inches away his poisoned rag and his evil fingers. Weakened, drugged, with her will beaten by her former rape at the hands of that insane nerd, her thick, defined arms trembled due to the effort to remove the "powerful" arms of Rod far from her tanned skin, far from her massive body.

"It is for your own good, honey. For your own good. Don't resist to me. I will take care of you, darling....".-Whispered Rod at her ear, fighting against the fading strength of his beloved goddess..-"No...oohhh...no...Rod....no....please...please.......Peter....ooohhh....Peter......Help...help me....save...me....ooohhhh.".-Muttered in despair the overwhelmed Golden Amazon, staring with desperation the cell phone, so close, so far from her, felling as the chloroform fumes from the rag reached her mouth and nose, filling her lungs with its evil effect, blurring her mind, undermining her will.  

Impotent, defenseless to do anything, Peter heard the sounds of the struggle, the moans of the bravest, strongest super heroine of the planet....her wife. His screams of rage could be heard by the Muscular Amazon, but those howls, plenty of desperation, only increased her own desperation and frustration. In  the past, when the awesome heroine seemed utterly doomed, the only remembrance of her family, had led her to get a super state of strength, able to beat any trouble, any foe.

Somehow, in that house, trapped in the arms of that insane teenager, with her Golden Energy polluted by his exotic chemicals, Miss Muscle, the Voluptuous, Golden Crime Fighter was unable to do that. The veteran Empress of Muscle was unable to manage in strength and will with that young nerd.

Little by little, inch by inch, his hands approached one more time to her. His fingers caressed again the golden fabric over her nipple, which replied becoming erect under it, sending a renewed, scorching bliss though her massive body. "Ooooohhhhh...nnnooooo.....uuuuhhhhh....aaaaahhhhh...".-Heaved and panted unaware the Voluptuous Titaness in response...filling with renewed intensity the quantity of chloroform on her lungs, on her mind, on her will.

Her sapphire eyes fluttered behind her golden mask as the rag inexorably approached more and more to the fleshy lips of her moaning mouth and nose...till finally, it covered her masked face again. Her eyes rolled back on her head, her conscience collapsed under the effect of the drug. Almost totally weakness, her heavy arms were unable to avoid the unavoidable. Her stiffened left nipple was softly caressed again, turning on her the flame of the sexual ecstasy, with deep and long moans and heaves of pleasure. Heave after heave, moans after moan, her breathe was soaked in chloroform, more and more chloroform...

The massive arms of the Invincible Golden Amazon released his wrists, falling flaccidly along her swollen, voluptuous body, deprived of strength, motionless. Only her monumental mounds moved with strength on her, bounding out of control at the rhythm of her agitated breath, prelude of an orgasm.

The jealous journalist Suzy Slander had paid millions had killed anybody to see and photograph that moment...how the 7', muscular, big "uddered" woman called Miss Muscle was utterly dominated, in such a erotic reverse bear hug, by a 5' 7'' thin, barely muscular nerd called Rod.

Unconscious, her massive, muscular body began to fall to the carpet...unconscious but horny as hell. Her chiseled groins began to ooze with the pre-cum of her imminent climax, her suffocate moans grew and grew in intensity, moans heard through the cell by Peter, which howled and cried of desperation, heard as her beloved wife, the Golden Amazon succumbed to the pleasure at the hands of an unknown foe in an  unknown place.

Unable to hold those 375 lbs of muscular, voluptuous perfection, Rod gently placed her heaving love over the ground. Leaving the rag over her mouth and nose, Rod began to work over the right nipple too, caressing her rounded aureole, enjoying how the hard nipple grew and grew under the golden fabric...till finally, after a sudden twitch, the muscular physique of the Ultimate Icon of Feminine Perfection exploded into a soundly erotic orgasm.

Rod stared mesmerized how those enormous, firmly rounded 70HH breasts trembled over her ample chest every time her sculptural physique twisted in ecstasy, hit one time and another by pleasure. Daintily, Rod removed the now useless rag to hear clearly her mesmerizing erotic heaves of bliss, to see her beauty, golden-masked face frozen in a grim of ecstasy, her mouth opened in a soft "o" of bliss.

But there was a detail that was ruining that perfect stage for Rod. That voice of the cell, screaming, howling in despair. Furious, Rod stood over his feet, enraged to loose his sensual contact with his voluptuous lover, in the middle of her climax.  Some strides later, the enraged young took the cell yelling as insane.-"Miss Muscle is mine, Peter...Do you get it? Mine!! Mine!!! MINE!!!! MINE!!!".-Declared the red haired teenager, aiming the cell to the horny Golden Amazon, capturing the long moans of erotic satisfaction that left her fleshy lips.

"Kate...Kate...Oh my God!!!...Kate....Resist...Resist....fight...please...fight.....f...".-Screamed the scorched husband to her doomed super wife...till Rod threw the cell phone against the ground with wild force, breaking it into pieces. During a second, Rod stared the broken phone but, immediately, he focused his attention over his moaning, muscular, voluptuous lover.

Rod felt as his own climax grew unstoppable into him. Though her erotic pants and heaves were now fading to nothing, the view of that Marvelous goddess, that wonderful woman made of flesh, perfectly sculpted in muscle and breasts, led him to be as horny as Hell...as a dozen of burning Hells, really.

His cock grew harder and harder every step he approached to that Golden Titaness...HIS Golden Titaness. His cock throbbed faster and faster every time he stare her perfectly chiseled anatomy, her deep abdominals, her huge bosom, her swollen musculature, her defined groins, stained with the cum from her covered in gold, oozing vagina...

Moaning of lecherous, Rod daintily caressed her swollen sides, feeling the warm firmness of her massive mamaries on his hands. "Honey. Such a rounded, firm breasts may not be hidden to the world, neither to me, your loyal lover...".-Muttered Rod, removing slowly her tiny golden bikini of her huge, perfectly spherical bust, staring with amaze the ample curvature of her swollen femininity, caressing the dark aureole under her stiffened nipples.

Then, Rod focused his attention on her masked face, frozen in a grim of bliss. Slowly, the teenager slid his hand over her cheek, removing some platinum blonde cowlicks from her face.-"You shouldn't conceal your beautiful face, your marvelous eyes behind this golden mask...".-Muttered Rod, removing with great care the mask from her face, exposing not only her face, but also her secret identity.

"Oh, Darling!. This corridor isn't a place for you. You deserve a comfortable throne...".-Rod whispered.-"...but first...".-he added, staring and touching the stained, tiny piece of golden fabric that barely covered her golden pubic hair.-"...I must clean you. Don't worry about that, Honey. I will take good care of you....".-Said Rod, grabbing firmly her ample, voluptuous torso of the unconscious Golden Empress of Muscle, with his arms...

...but just all. Though his formerly bony body had changed, some musculature had grown on him after his adventure on the bank, Rod strength was unable to lift an inch the muscularly dense physique of the Blonde Voluptuous Giantess....but he knew the answer to his problem.

Moaning and panting, horny as hell, Rod caressed eagerly her extremely erected, warm nipples, long as thumbs, hard as steel, and around them with slow, rhythm cadence. His agitated breath fell over them, triggering soft, plaintive moans of pleasure on the knocked out heroine. And finally, Rod got his reward, when small gouts of golden milk appeared on the summit of those incredible nipples.

And when his lips touched the warm, soft, tanned skin of her huge, rounded right breast, when his tongue licked the first powerful milk from her hard, erected nipple, his cock exploded into a massive orgasm into his pants, faster and faster the more he sucked her, longer and wilder the more milk got his body, changing him.

Finally, the lust overwhelmed him. Sat of her rippling, massive eight pack, Rod eagerly drank her milk, once her right nipple, once her left boob...as an avid vampire. Under him, utterly defeated, the sculptural physique of the Amazing Miss Muscle, succumbed, even unconscious, among soft heaves of ecstasy, one more time to pleasure...

And one more time....

And one more time...

And one more time...

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During hours.....

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TIME LATER. ON ROD´S BASEMENT

"Aahh...... uuuuuhhhhh ...oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh....".-Heaved plaintively the Blonde Super Woman, regaining consciousness again. She felt...tired, exhausted...sunk in a relaxant bliss. Her perfectly muscular limbs were flaccid, deprived of any strength, the eyelids of her closed sapphire eyes weighted as lead.

SHUUUMP......SHUUUUMP......SHUUUUMP....."Uuuuuuhhhhhh.......aaahhh".-Panted the Golden Titaness again when she felt...and heard, as her impressive, titanic bosom were sucked.  SHUUUUMP..."Oooohhh....".-Her massive, muscular physique twisted and twitched slightly under that sudden wave of pleasure that had hit her huge, perfect body.

The Mighty Miss Muscle didn´t need to open her golden-masked eyes to feel as her magnificent, in size and shape, breasts were been sucked by something warm...but artificial, not by human lips. SHUUUUMP...Uuuuhhh..."Another wave of intense pleasure. She felt her stiffened nipples extremely hard and moist. During a moment, the mind image of her erected nipples, as large as her fists, throbbing and sucked, hit her voluptuous, trapped body. "Uuuuhhh...aahh..."....SHUUUUMP..."Ooooooohhhhh...uuuuuhhhh....aaahhh..."

Her perfect, dense flesh trembled of ecstasy from her hardened nipples to her swollen clit, as shock by a electric discharge. The sculptural but defenseless body of the Maiden of Muscle twitched on the armchair in which she was strapped.. The Golden Goddess of Alpha City felt as if thousands of soft fingers were caressing every square inch of her tanned, silky skin, from her thick nape to her chiseled groins...around her sensitive nipples and over her firmly rounded buttocks.

SHUUUUMP.........SHUUUUMP.........SHUUUUMP..."AAAAAAHHHHH....OOOOHHHH".-The excited Blonde Muscular Amazon howled in ecstasy, felling as her moist, hot vagina on the point to explode in a climax. SHUUUUMP, SHUUUUMP, SHUUUUMP, SHUUUUMP, SHUUUUMP, SHUUUUMP...As guided by an evil mind, the "sucktion" over her erected, sensitive, unprotected nipples increased her cadence.

Hit by an overdose of endorphin, the horny middle aged heroine wide opened her sapphire eyes...and howled in ecstasy, feeling as her incredibly perfectly defined eight pack tensed to the limit, feeling as every muscle of her womanhood throbbed wildly on a new massive orgasm. "No...no...NNOOO".-Miss Muscle screamed in a mix of desperation and bliss in the same moment as her womanhood exploded as a broken dam.

"Aahh... Aahh... Aahh... Aahh... Aahh... Aahh... Aahh... Aahh......"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh......aaaaahhhhhh...... Aaaaaahhhhhh......Aaaaaahhhhhh"

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh................. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The proud Miss Muscle, the Golden Crime Fighter, the greatest heroine of Alpha City, the ultimate Woman...felt as the warm juices from her crotch slid down along her chiseled groins, staining her sculpted thighs and calves. Her platinum blonde head fell over between her abyssal cleavage and her blurred sapphire eyes were able to see the evil torture device that had led to climax.

Clang to her massive breasts, over her large nipples, a pair or transparent plastic cupping glasses, connected through a transparent plastic tube to...an industrial milker!  SHUUUUMP.- "Uuuhhh".-The plastic tubes shook and the cupping glasses sucked the trapped, erected, stiffened nipples of the heroine. Then, a trail of golden milk filled the ventouses, falling through the tubes till the milker. SHUUUUMP. And other trail.... SHUUUUMP. And other... SHUUUUMP...And other.

That evil machine was draining her Golden Milk, draining her marvelous strength in this way. Gout to gout, pint to pint, gallon to gallon. Her breasts, her huge, rounded, firm breasts were clearly smaller than usual and their perfect roundedness and firmness had been replaced by an alarming flaccidity.

Deep on her mind Miss Muscle heard as Suzy Slander began to roar with perverse, exultant laughter. "You are only a cow...a muscular cow....an old, decrepit, finished cow, ha, ha, ha, ha....".-"No...no...I am not a cow...I am not a cow...I...I...I am Miss Muscle...".-Muttered the milked Goddess, close to sob.

"Of course!. You aren't a cow. You are...you are...a goddess....my goddess....".- Said a voice behind her. From behind her, hands gently slid over her swollen, rounded shoulders, falling along her developed biceps till her chiseled forearms.-"... my honey....my love....".-Whispered the voice to her ear.

"You...you....let  me....let me free...or...oooohhh".-Declared the strapped amazon without conviction, confused, weak due to the last climax that her massive, sculptural physique had suffered seconds before, finding extremely erotic those strong hands that were sliding along her tanned, soft, sensitive skin.

"Ssshhh...Relax, honey!!!. You aren´t a cow. You are a goddess...".-Said the invisible man behind her. Them, a pair of strong hands went to her milked breasts, raising gently her ebbed, though still big and ponderous boobs.-"...a goddess plenty of power and femininity...".A long, plaintive heave of pleasure were the only answer of the tortured Golden Amazon, unable to resist the waves of pleasure from her hyper excited water melons...

"...and don't worry about that, honey. Your perfect bosom will grow again...and they will weight 20 lbs each again....I...I....did it when you were unconscious...I...I was curious to know that...you...you know?".-His voice sounded ashamed-"I...I had never been so close of a woman like you....a woman with your measures....with your beauty....with your perfection..."

"Ooohhh...Rod......uuuhhhh....I...I can......oooohhh...help you.....uuuuhhhh....Free....ooohhh...".-Declares among pants of ecstasy the defenseless Blonde Titaness.

"Ssshhh....honey. Don't say anything. I don't need to be helped by you....YOU need my help!!!...I love you Miss Muscle. My only desire on my life since the first time I saw you is helping you. I remember that day. You, defenseless at the hands of The Trickler....his terrible feathers were caressing your naked, unprotected breasts...your nipples stiffened over your marvelous flesh mounds...you heaved in ecstasy, laying tamely on the governor's bed....That, day, I fell in love with you...your perfect body, your defenseless state despite your superior strength...I want to protect you against all your foes, Miss Muscle....Kate.".-Said Rod with plaintive voice.

"But, though I don't need your help...but...but I...I need something of you....Sorry darling...I know that this machine is degrading for you, despite of it is giving you an overwhelming pleasure. I need your milk, darling, I need to be as strong as you to protect you...I...I need to be as perfect as you to get your love....".-Declared Rod, squeezing gently her breasts.

A long heave of pleasure left her fleshy lips when her sculptural body was shocked by an unbearable wave of ecstasy. Intense streams of dense golden milk sprang out from her teats to the milking machine. Her massive muscles twitched in response to a new intense climax that suddenly hit her womanhood.

"Oooohhhh....Ooooohhh....Uuuuuuuhhhh".-Howls of pleasure of both lovers mixed in one unique voice of ecstasy. One time and another, the insane teenager squeezed her breasts. One time and another, her hardened nipples spit long streams of her golden life force. One time and another, her perfect physique trembled in an unimaginable pleasure, among heaves and pants of arousal.

Her chiseled groins, her thick, perfectly muscular thighs and calves covered soon with her feminine juices. Finally, defeated by her own climaxes, the apparently inexhaustible energy of her powerful physique exhausted. The marvelous physique of the Blonde Muscular Amazon relaxed over the armchair as a rag doll. Her tanned skin shone, covered in sweat. Her blonde head fell between her portentous but waning cleavage.    

His eyes stared her sweaty skin, delighting with every fiber of her chiseled muscles; thick arms and legs, swollen shoulders and breasts, curvaceous calves, rippling abdominals...stained groins and vagina. "Sorry, darling...I will clean you immediately....But all of this is necessary for you....for me....".-Said Rod caressing gently her chin, grazing her moaning lips. Slowly, the villain raised her head. Her sapphire eyes were blurred, lost in ecstasy, her sensual mouth were opened in an erotic "a" of bliss...her face were painfully frozen in pleasure.

Then, Rod, plenty of arousal and bliss, placed his hands over her swollen, defined shoulders. Little by little, the young conqueror of the veteran heroine slid his hands to her ample bust. And, finally, he kissed the panting lips of the scorched heroine during long seconds, tasting her mouth, savoring her pleasure.-"..It is necessary to protect you...".-Whispered her ear when he finally removed his lips of her heaving mouth.

Completely shocked, the renowned Golden Maiden of Muscle was unable to say nothing but heave...The Massive Muscular Titaness was unable to think nothing but ecstasy really. Body and mind were totally overwhelmed in pleasure, trapped in a vicious circle of sex and ecstasy. But worst for her was on the point to begin.

Rod then activated a small remote control. Suddenly, Screen after screen, a dozen of large HD TV's turned on in front of her, showing her multiple Miss Muscles fighting...and losing, facing of a multiple foes. Multiple Speakers hit her ears with deafening screams of ecstasy and pleas of mercy. Twenty years of battles, foes, defeats and bondage began to be mercilessly showed to the defenseless middle aged heroine.

The insane teenager made his way out the basement, leaving his dearest lover in company of a thousand of her deadliest foes. Defenseless, unable to escape, with her shattered will broken, the muscular middle aged voluptuous amazon stared, with her sapphire eyes wide opened, a continuous, endless parade of all villains and villainess, perfidious criminals, evil women, dimensional monsters, aliens, mega-bots.... beating her, defeating her, taking sexual advantage of her...climaxing her one time and other, at the same time.

Totally flattened by images and sound, the only thing that the Empress of Muscle of Alpha City could make was moan and heave, as prelude of a climax, two climaxes....till, with mechanic efficiency, the milking machine drained, from her stiffened nipples, her golden life-force, becoming slowly her swollen, incredibly firm twin peaks in a dry plain....

SHUUUMP......SHUUUUMP......SHUUUUMP...SHUUUMP...SHUUUUMP...SHUUUUMP

TO BE CONTINUED.