I have HAD it with this computer-thingamajig -- somebody give me a freakin' QUILL and PARCHMENT...! OK, so here's the deal: I'm going to post what I recover, a little at a time. Hope ya'll don't mind.

Exasperatedly yours,
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...con'td...

“I’m all muscle. Everywhere.”

The muscles of Mercy were utterly unimaginable, even between her legs.

He stared, agog. Mercy wasn’t wearing any underwear, and beneath her ample bush, it was plainly obvious that even her crotch was stuffed and overstuffed with hideous muscularity. She was mind-boggling; never had any sex organ evolved into something so visibly powerful. Mercy’s overdeveloped vulva actually resembled a jutting ribcage, her internal vaginal muscles so hypertrophied they actually protruded externally in bulging, iron bands of shredded sex beef.

Her labia was so hardened with striated fuck muscle, it was actually serrated with steely, individual muscle fibers protruding like jagged teeth. Her cunt muscles were so impossibly developed that Mercy actually possessed the fabled vagina dentata of myth – but her muscularly fanged pussy far exceeded the legend of the merely incising cunt. Mercy’s vaginal jaws were not only steel hard, but had the strength to completely crush diamonds to dust.

Just as ungodly as her fearsome, man-eating slit appeared, her huge clitoris was unimaginably pumped. The thick stud protruded out those heavy vaginal jaws, a squat sexual outcropping of erectile rock. And not only was it overdeveloped, Mercy’s clitoris was actually muscular, impossibly muscular, sculpted to a truly inhuman degree of sexual smooth muscle that only Mercy could possibly achieve. Her entire sex was so hard it far outclassed both genders of the rest of humanity, just like her muscular development.

Mercy moved right up to him, straddled the chair and stood over him, breathtakingly nude and utterly menacing with that bared, unstoppable groin weapon between her legs. Her beauty and muscularity were truly an unprecedented combination – she encapsulated physical perfection, covering and exceeding the entire spectrum from the female Figure to the male Olympia bodybuilding title.

In fact, she was the one person who could unify all the Olympia titles: surpass the entire Figure contest with her beauty, level the Fitness portion with her athleticism, and absolutely dominate both female AND male Bodybuilding ranks with her freakish proportionate mass and conditioning. Mercy was simply matchless, a physical specimen evolved beyond either gender. The current Figure holder was homely compared to Mercy’s beauty, while Mr. Olympia looked like a shapeless stick compared to her physique. And as to what was between her legs, there wasn’t even a contest –

Mercy lowered herself onto him, giving him an eyeful of her shredded massive pecs, and spread her lats so wide that she completely filled his field of view. She hadn’t spread fully before, and he goggled as the girl boundlessly grew wings beneath her arms. Her aroused scent completely overwhelmed him, addling his brain and making him breathless with lust. Struggling helplessly against her overwhelming sexuality, he felt his groin stir with a mind of its own.

Mercy lustfully moaned, a sordid throaty sound that was as irresistible as the sirens of myth. He stared at a perfectly developed chest of young beef whose sheer brute muscular eroticism had no equal. She was more perfectly muscular than the entire Mr. O lineup, and sexier than a stageful of porn stars.  With a speed that amazed him, he soon involuntarily obtained the largest erection of his life… but was utterly outmatched by the supremely evolved groin that Mercy sported. 

Nonetheless, his tenting trousers abutted up against the hairy monstrosity of Mercy’s dripping groin as she straddled him. Feeling his erection poke impotently at her far mightier genitalia, Mercy smiled knowingly. Therapist or not, he was just like the rest; nothing could resist her… or survive her.



...to be cont'd...

I actually wrote THREE possible endings (one of the reasons it initially took so long, even without my technical issues) and considered putting it to a poll to let readers decide which ending they wanted.

Then that idea fizzled. Went up in smoke, really.

And now, with a nod to the morally-inclined demographic of this thread's readership (to consider who Mercy has killed AND who she has let live thus far), what I'm left with is this thought...


You'll want him dead.


Best wishes,
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And that's fine! I'm gratified you've stuck with me this long, Lupus... like I've said, Mercy is certainly quite warped and there's no getting around it, but she has a nose for "evil-doers." Then again, her nose is likely too sensitive, and she takes things very personally.

I've wondered what would happen if Mercy directly told someone that they were sexy to her...

Huh.

(I would still NEVER tell her she's sexy, though.)

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I'm glad you are not taking my critique personally. Mercy makes me wonder if she's not frigid or lesbian. Doesn't she have a desire for love and affection, kisses and cuddling? It really makes me sick to see such a healthy, pretty girl run around with just one thought on her mind - how to kill any male that finds her attractive. What the hell does she do, if a guy gives her a box of chocolates and roses? Tear his head and limbs off? 

Another thing that isn't really up to my personal taste is that description of her sex-organ. I found it gross. Besides, it is repetive - you had that already in the "Es" story. I don't understand why a guy with such great descriptive skills and imagination writes so one-dimensional. You could create so many diverse characters and plots that would expand your style and horizon, that it would be a joy to read.

On another note: I'm sad to hear that you are quitting. I will miss your stories - even though I had my troubles with them. I pray that you will give it a second thought and stay with your fans and... critiques.