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Archive-title: Ultimate Exercise of Power, The - 1

"Eight ... Nine ... Ten!"  Diane dropped the dumbbells and

evaluated the impressive bulge of her tensed biceps with

appreciation.  Seventy five pounds wasn't going to be enough, she

thought; she'd have to increase the weight next time.  Back off

the number of sets, of course, and increase the weight ... that's

the ticket.

She eyed the Roman Chair and heaved a sigh.  It was getting late

and she had to get an early start tomorrow.  She ran her fingers

across the thin leotard covering her stomach.  She smiled at the

feel of the hard, rippled washboard she encountered.  She HAD

been working out for almost two hours tonight, though primarily

on chest and arms; and now everyone else had left the gym.  She

just didn't have the motivation to start any ab workout at this

hour.  Stroking the impressive muscles of her abdomen lovingly,

she laughingly acknowledged that she could afford to skip ONE


Diane wiped the sweat from her forehead and started for the

locker room.

"Hey baby!"  Startled, she looked around.  There, near the front

desk, was a scrawny looking geek wearing a big smile.  "I

couldn't help but notice you exercising, there," he said with a


"Oh great," Diane thought, "an OBSERVANT geek!"  She was tired

and pointedly ignored him as she continued toward the locker

room.  The geek seemed to take offense.

"Hey, what gives YOU the right to cop an attitude," he called

after her.  "It's not like you're any beauty or anything!"

Diane had already made it to the locker room and paused in front

of the full-length mirror.  No beauty?  She looked at her

reflection.  She saw a woman with an obviously incredible body. 

A little over six feet tall.  Wide, well-developed shoulders.  A

broad chest that hadn't sacrificed an impressive pair of

breasts -- probably around 50DDD, she estimated.  The scanty

black leotard she wore accentuated her physique more than covered

it, outlining every magnificently-defined muscle.

She smiled as she saw the reflection of her feet.  She had one

major point of vanity: she never wore tennis shoes when she

worked 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 her

biceps.  Easily over 17 inches!  She allowed her eyes to travel

over the beautifully-defined muscles of her body.  Built and

chiseled, she decided.  It had taken her years to sculpt such an

impressive body, but she knew the results had been worthwhile.

She finally brought her gaze up to her face.  High cheek bones

and almond-shaped, green eyes.   She might have been taken for

oriental if not for her long, flaming red hair, currently tied

back severely in a long, flowing ponytail.  Not a beauty?  Ha! 

He had no concept of the word, then!  Her reverie was broken by

the intrusion of the geek's parting shot:

"Fucking horse!"

Diane's eyes narrowed in anger.  The insult brought a disturbing

thought to mind.  Had that little twerp been thinking he was

going 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 my


Wheeling, she stomped back to the gym area.  The geek was just

rounding the corner, heading for the exit.

"HEY YOU LITTLE SONUVABITCH!"  she shouted with fury.  "GET BACK

HERE!"  The geek froze where he was, uncertain.  Diane stormed

over to him and stood, towering and menacing.

"Just where the HELL do you get off calling me a 'horse,' you

sorry little excuse for a man?!"  The twerp stood looking at her,

blinking nervously.  Diane was panting with anger.  "You know

what I think?" she asked.  The man swallowed loudly, but said


"I think I ought to beat the shit out of you," she hissed in a

quiet, dangerous voice.

The man chuckled nervously.  "D-don't be ridiculous!" he

stammered.  "Y-you're just a woman!"  Diane looked at the guy

appraisingly.  He was at least four inches shorter than her and

weighed about 180 pounds.  At least 40 pounds or so lighter than

her, she mused.  He wasn't in bad shape.  But conversely, he was

obviously no athlete, either.  She grinned evilly.

"JUST a woman?" she asked, cocking her head as if she couldn't

believe she'd her correctly.  She pushed her arm into his face

and slowly bulged her biceps.  The swelling muscle pressed

against his nose and forced his head back slightly.  "Does this

look like JUST a woman to you?" she demanded.

The man pushed her arm away violently.  "Get away from me, you

freak," he spat.  "I know your type!  You're the kind who

secretly 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 wet

her lips.  "And I AM a 'real' woman!  In fact, I think I'll prove

it 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 of

your miserable life," she said with a quiet smile.

The man looked confused and began backing up slowly.  Diane

advanced.  Oh yes, she was going to make it clear to this asshole

just 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 his


"Ever been raped?" she asked in a husky voice.  She saw the look

of doubt and of fear in his eyes and she tingled with excitement

and power.

Doubt must have won out over fear; the man jumped awkwardly at

her, trying to knock her down.  She caught him easily in a bear

hug and lifted him from his feet, feeling him kick and struggle. 

Her head spun with this confirmation of her own strength and

power.  She had never had a physical contest with a male before;

always assuming that 'women were weaker.'  But now she was

realizing that this wasn't necessarily true.  And this guy was

going to PAY for this realization!  She squeezed firmly and was

gratified to hear the rush of air leave his lungs.

"Tell me again how I'm JUST a woman," she grunted, mashing the

runt against her wide chest.  The guy worked his mouth, but no

sounds came out.  She crushed him cruelly against her, her

triceps bulging out impressively as her powerful arms tightened

like jungle pythons.  She kept up this intense pressure until he

stopped his kicking and thrashing and just hung limply in her


Diane repositioned her grip to grab her victim by a leg and arm. 

She then hoisted him above her head, holding him aloft and

helpless.  The guy found his breath and screamed for her not to

drop him.

She savored the sound of his anguished pleas for almost a minute. 

"You are MINE!" she thought triumphantly.  Then she stepped out

from under him, letting him plummet to the hard, carpeted floor

with a resounding THUD.

Before he could raise himself from the floor, she pounced on him,

wrapping her heavily-muscled thighs around his head.  Locking her

ankles, she poured on the pressure  -- watching with pleasure as

his hands grabbed frantically at her legs in a futile effort to

pry 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 outstretched

fingers before ineffectually coming to rest back on her thighs. 

He couldn't even move!  She kept up the pressure for several

seconds, until her opponent began beating his heels helplessly

against the floor.  The tingle in her crotch had intensified into

a serious, throbbing, electrical field of pleasure.  She was wet

enough that she was sure a growing wet spot must be showing

through her leotards.

She released the guy from her deadly legs and rubbed herself as

she watched him writhe spasmodically on the floor.  God!  She'd

never felt so POWERFUL!  She could do WHATEVER she wanted to this

guy and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.  This was

a dream come true: having another human being COMPLETELY in her


"C'mere," she husked, grabbing him by the hair.  She stripped off

the 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 glued

to her muscular chest.

"GodDAMMIT!  I said 'SUCK!'" she screamed, pushing his face

between her mammoth breasts.  He began bucking and scrabbling,

trying to escape, but she gripped the back of his head firmly

while squeezing her large mounds tightly around his head.  His

struggles became weaker and weaker until he slumped forward, kept

from falling on the floor only because of how tightly his head

was wedged between her fleshy tits.  Within seconds of his going

limp, Diane felt herself racked by waves of orgasmic pleasure. 

Her knees buckled and she couldn't maintain her hold; the guy

fell backwards, unconscious.

"Holy SHIT," she swore in disbelief.  "I didn't even touch my

cunt and that was THE most intense climax I EVER had."  She

looked down at her fallen foe and rubbed her swollen breasts in

pleasure.  "I can't believe how intensely I got off by dominating

this little shit!" she thought.  "But now that I know ...!"

She grabbed him by the hair and slapped him repeatedly in the

face 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 pumps

and, using his hair for leverage, forced his face deeply into the

damp, sweaty, pungent depths of the inside of the shoe.  He

rocked 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 his

nose and the rest fit firmly around his mouth.  Slumping in

resignation, he stopped struggling and took in the sweaty,

overwhelming aroma through ragged breaths.  Already Diane could

feel the tingling building up in her crotch again.

She made him breath the scent of her well-used shoe for several

minutes, relishing the sight of this man, on his knees, suffering

the humiliation of having his face buried in her large, black


"Not so tough, now, are you hotshot!?" she demanded.  She pulled

him to his feet and again presented her massive breast.  "Ready

to suck this?" she asked conversationally, "or do I tuck my

panties into your big mouth?"

The man was ready!  He latched onto her nipple and began sucking

furiously.  Holding the back of his head, she forced his face

hard against her breast, enjoying the waves of pleasure his

coerced mouth was bringing her.  She switched his head from

breast to breast for about 10 minutes, savoring the sensations.

"OK, time for something different," she announced.  "I think you

may be enjoying yourself too much.  Let's see what that tongue

can 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.  Or

what the twerp wanted.  His only purpose in life -- his only

reason for existing, was to please her.

She caught him by the back of the head and forced his face into

her exposed armpit.  "Lick me!" she ordered.  There were some

muffled noises from the twerp, but no licking.  Angrily, she

forced her muscular arm down, crushing the geek's trapped head.

Immediately she felt a frantic tongue, bathing her shaven

armpits, licking away hours of sweat accumulated while she had

worked out earlier.  She thought for sure she was going to come

again, as she continued subjecting this grown man to this kind of

demeaning treatment.  She forced his head under her other arm and

he obligingly provided a tongue bath for that armpit.  Her cunt

was dripping; she could feel juices running down her legs.  But

she wasn't climaxing, yet.

In mounting frustration, she jerked the man's head back, causing

him to fall back on the floor.  In a few rough movements, she

stripped off the confining leotard and stood, towering and naked

before him.  A goddess, rippling with physical power.

"Strip!  And then lie on your back!" she commanded, massaging her

throbbing 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 gets

me off."

With trembling fingers, the man undressed and lay obediently on

the carpeted floor.  Like a lioness in heat, she pounced on him,

quickly squatting on his face and entrapping his head between her

powerful thighs.  She saw his hands go to his cock, but quickly

grabbed them and pinned them beneath her strong legs.  All of

this was for HER pleasure, not his!  She looked at the helpless

body of the man she had pinned beneath her.  She could see his

cock, rigid with the pleasure of being used by her, but helpless

to obtain release.  She could feel his mouth, already licking and

sucking at her sopping cunt.  She could feel his nose, buried

between the cheeks of her firm, muscular ass.  This was going to

be good, she thought.

Slowly, she fucked his defenseless face.  She could feel a climax

building in her as the sensations of his slavish tongue swept

over and through her.  His ragged breathing fluttered against her

sensitive asshole and racked her body with erotic sensations of

power and mastery.  Less than an hour ago, this geek had insulted

her, made her feel bad, and implied she was a lesbian.  Now, he

was helplessly squirming, subdued and impotently-excited by the

very sexuality and womanhood he had denigrated.  She was so


She locked her heels under and behind the man's head, forcing his

helpless face even deeper into her gyrating ass and sopping cunt. 

She could no longer feel the ragged breathing against her asshole

as she pressed her crotch down harder on his face; instead, she

was electrified to feel his nose partially forced inside her hot,

pungent asshole.  She could feel his mouth, completely enveloped

by her thick, swollen cunt lips.  His tongue was no longer

working, but she didn't need that anymore as she continued to

sadistically fuck his face.

She was startled to feel something warm and wet spurt against her

heaving, sweaty breasts.  Raising her head, she saw the last jets

of come squirt from the man's engorged cock.  Glancing at his

hands, still firmly pinned by her well-muscled legs, she realized

that this was the final act of control she had wrested from her

humiliated and beaten opponent.  She WAS a REAL woman!  He was

completely helpless, dominated by her overpowering sexuality and

physical prowess!

It only took a few additional minutes of this treatment before he

passed out.  This made no difference to Diane; she was much too

far into her own pleasure.  She continued to rub herself

lustfully on his helpless face.

"He can't breathe," she realized through her fog of lust.  This

didn't dissuade her from continuing her frenzied crushing of his

face with her crotch.  An intensely erotic realization intruded

on 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 head

spin 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 revive

him before something serious happened.  But another part of her

knew that smothering him with her sex would provide the most

mind-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 a

series of harsh gasps from his mouth and nose against her

dripping 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 by

her throbbing cunt and sent gushing into her body, she was hit by

an orgasm more intense than she had ever imagined.  She couldn't

contain the feeling and screamed helplessly as her body was

racked with wave after wave of incredible, mindless ecstasy.  She

literally shot cunt juice onto the still, unresponsive face

clenched between her hard, muscular thighs -- almost as if she

were a man, ejaculating onto a lover's face, marking her victim

forever as her's to do with what she would.

She kept her cunt pressed hard against his face until the

unbelievable feelings of pleasure finally ebbed and receded. 

Slowly, grudgingly, awareness returned.  "I did it!" she thought

in amazement.  "I killed a man with my cunt!"  Instead of feeling

guilt, she felt extraordinarily confident and powerful.

She glanced at one of the large mirrors that dotted the walls of

the gym.  What she saw reflected back was a powerful amazon

beauty, exquisite with rippling well-defined muscles, still

straddling her defeated victim with the only weapon she had

needed -- a deadly and intimately personal weapon that marked her

as one of the superior sex.  A warrioress!  She smiled, slowly

rubbing her breasts and relishing the reflected image in the

mirror.  She'd have to dispose of the body, she knew.  But she

also knew that she couldn't live without experiencing that kind

of orgasm again.  The warrioress would have to hunt again, now

that she had tasted the prize!


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