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Muscle Works by Kinara in Thorns
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Muscle Works (1/1)
by: Kinara in Thorns
In this story, two muscular women give a rapist his just
desserts.
WARNING: Do NOT read if you are underage!!
The night was thick and muggy and the mist from the harbor
was rolling in with it's fishy stench. Frank shifted in the
shadows feeling the sweat trickle down his neck. He cursed
softly under his breath and kept his eyes on the outside door of
the nightclub. Sooner or later his next victim was going to
present herself to him for the taking, but waiting for it was
making Frank feel tense and frustrated. He scratched his head
and sighed.
When the woman walked out into the night all alone, Frank
almost missed her. He had bent over to tie his shoelace and when
he raised his head again she was walking down the street,
swinging her plump ass back and forth like a two-bit hooker.
Frank bit his lip and moved into action. Slowly, furtively like
a cat, he began to trail her, always keeping to the shadows,
hugging the wall to his back. She was young, perhaps only 21 or
22 years old. She was about 5'7 with long blonde curly hair and
a curvy body. The little slut was wearing some sort of lacy top
that left the small of her back and stomach exposed. She kept
swinging those hips and whistling some stupid tune, completely
oblivious to her impending fate.
When she turned the corner onto a darker street, Frank made
his move. With a couple short steps and a lunge, he managed to
grab her, put his hand over her mouth and drag her into an
alleyway. Damn he was getting good at this.
She tried to bite his hand and scream at the same time, her
limbs flailing uselessly. Frank could feel her heart beating as
he crushed her to him. With his one free hand, he reached into
his pocket and pulled out the switchblade. Flicking it open, he
shoved the tip to the woman's cheek.
"Ok, baby I won't hesitate to use this thing if I have to."
he hissed into her ear. "If you make one sound or try to escape,
I'm going to sink it right into your eye. Got it?"
She nodded yes and he pulled his hand away from her mouth
and pushed her up against the dirty wall.
"P p please don't hurt me." the woman sobbed, the mascara
running down her face in black trickles. Frank snorted.
"Hey babe, you got a nice body there...would I damage such
fine meat? I bet you got tits to die for too. Let's see them
tits of yours, babe."
Frank took the blade and started to cut away at the woman's
top until it was in tatters. She wasn't wearing a bra and her
huge breasts spilled out and jiggled.
"Oh my, I was right. A man could get lost in that cleavage,
honey." Frank said stepping back to admire her chest. She tried
to turn her front to the wall but Frank pulled her back.
"Don't be so bashful, bitch. Now get down on your knees
where you belong. Let's see how happy you can make me."
Just then a low female voice from the darkness startled
Frank and he jumped in shock, almost dropping the knife.
"Well, well well...what have we here? A dangerous rapist? A
potential murderer? A sexual deviant? An asshole waiting for his
prick to get lopped off?"
Frank peered into the darkness, brandishing the blade in
front of him. "What the fuck!" he hissed. "Who's there?"
A woman stepped out from behind a pile of boxes. She stood
about 5'10" tall and in the shadows she looked as big as a man.
"What kind of crazy bitch are you? Looks like I'm gonna have
two bitches to party with now." Frank grinned waving the knife.
The woman moved forward and Frank got a better look at her.
She was wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt and black jeans.
She had short dark hair. But what Frank was staring at were her
arms. She had biceps larger than he'd ever seen on a woman
before. In fact, they were larger than most men's. The woman
laughed a little.
"You like my arms?" she asked as she flexed her biceps for
him. The muscles on her arm seemed to writhe like snakes under
her taut skin. The hard flesh clenched into a tight knot and
grew even larger. It seemed as if she had more muscles growing
on her muscles. Frank's jaw hung open in disbelief.
Then the mystery woman flexed her other arm by bringing her
hand up to her face. Once again muscles knitted and knotted
under her skin, clenching and unclenching as she flexed then
relaxed. Her lats also bulged at her sides, pushing against the
fabric of her shirt.
"Ok, enough of the theatrics. I suggest you drop that knife
before you get hurt." she said moving a little closer.
Frank regained his composure and brought the blade back up
between her and him. "You bitch. Just because you got some
muscle you think you could take me? I'm a man and you're a bitch.
Who do you think will win?"
The woman made a sudden move and the next second the knife
had flown out of Frank's hand and fell to the ground with a
clatter. Frank pulled his hand back in surprise and realized
that it hurt because she had kicked it.
"Fuckin whore!" he yelled and lunged for her. He grabbed
her by the throat and started to squeeze, but her neck was too
thick for his hands to get a good grip on. She smiled down at
him then stomped his foot with hers. He let go of her neck and
tried to punch her. She blocked his punch then grabbed him by
his shirt lapels and hoisted him up off the ground.
"Little man, you aren't so tough are you?" she laughed. He
could see her triceps swell as she held him up. He couldn't
believe a woman was holding him dangling above the ground. He
struggled, tried to kick her, but she shoved him up against the
wall with such force the air was knocked from his lungs.
Just then another person stepped into the alleyway.
"Help" Frank managed to gasp.
"Sorry I'm late Lori." the new comer said apologetically.
"Say, looks like you have everything under control though!"
" Theresa, make sure the woman is ok" Lori answered,
applying more pressure to Frank's neck. Theresa bent over and
helped Frank's victim up. The woman was shaken but relieved.
"Ok buddy, now you're going to get on your hands and knees
and apologize to that poor woman." Lori said and she lowered him
down to his feet.
After Frank had regained his breath he cursed, "Fuck you!
I'm not doing anything like that at all, I'm gonna kill all of
you...I'm..."
He was interrupted by Lori's fist smashing him on the nose.
"You are in no position to refuse." Lori said patiently,
softly, as if she were explaining things to a child. "Now get on
your hands and knees, you gutter scum." She forced the groaning
rapist down to the ground, and no matter how hard he tried to
resist, she was stronger than him, so down he went.
"You bwoke my dose, you bitch." he howled on the ground.
"That ain't going to be all I break if you don't get a move
on." Lori grunted giving him a kick in the ass.
Frank started to crawl over to the other women. He had no
choice but to do as Lori said. He felt a burning hatred and
humiliation as he apologized to the woman.
"I'm sorry, ok?" he muttered.
"That's not very good." snorted Theresa "God knows what you
were going to do to her, and a lousy 'I'm sorry, ok' is all you
can do?"
"Yeah, you creep" the other woman said, her fears having
dissolved completely. "You were probably going to kill me,
weren't you?"
"No!" Frank shook his head. "I swear I wasn't going to kill
you. I was just having a little fun, that's all."
"Fun?" Lori echoed. "Well in that case maybe we should give
you a taste of that fun. Theresa, grab that coke bottle lying
over there on the ground."
Lori started to tug Frank's pants down.
"What are you doing?" he protested, struggling to get away.
But Lori held him down in a vice-like grip with one powerful arm
and continued her work. When she was finished, Frank was bare
assed and trembling. Theresa handed her the coke bottle.
"Ok, now we're going to have some fun, your way." Lori
grinned. "Theresa, hold him down."
Theresa, Frank realized, was every bit as muscular and
strong as Lori. Under her grasp, he felt powerless and helpless.
When he felt the cold rim of the bottle against his exposed anus,
he yelped and renewed his struggling.
"You keep that up and it might break in there...Then you'd
hurt for sure." Theresa hissed at him. As she held him, he could
feel her muscles against his skin moving in a ceaseless way, hard
flesh pressing against him, kneading his skin, moving like
pistons.
Then he felt the bottle invade his ass. He grunted in
surprise and pain as it split him open. Lori was doing her best
to shove the whole thing into him, and as unlubricated as he was
there, it tore his skin and made him yelp out in pain.
"You bitches!" he hissed through his clenched teeth.
"Here, wanna fuck him with it?" Lori asked the woman. She
grinned and nodded yes. Taking hold of the bottle bottom, she
slowly pulled it out of franks anal passage most of the way, then
with sudden force, shoved it all the way back in. Frank gasped
and grunted, his knees buckling from the searing pain. The woman
continued to pump the bottle in and out of Frank's ass as hard as
she could.
"This'll teach you to pick on me." she was saying over and
over. Finally Frank fainted and slumped to the ground.
A while later, Frank awoke to flashing red and blue lights.
He had been handcuffed. He swore silently to himself and winced,
still feeling the burning sensation in his ass. He could hear
his 'victim' telling the police how he'd attacked her. When one
cop came up and asked him why he was bare assed, Frank turned his
head away and remained silent. No way in hell he was going to
tell anyone what had just happened to him.
"God, I get so horny beating thugs up." Theresa said as the
two women strolled away from the flashing lights. "I think I'm
going to go home and have some fun with Stu."
Lori smiled. "Not me. I'm going to go work out. Nothing like
a good workout to make me feel good after cleaning up trash."
Both women laughed as they rounded the corner and walked
down the street.
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