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                                          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.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
                                              session.
                    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
                                               grin.
                   "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
                                              shoes!"
                   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
                                              nothing.
                   "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
                                               body."
                  "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
                                               arms.
                 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
                                               power.
                 "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.

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  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
                                               pump.
                  "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
                                               close!
                 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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