[spoonmaster]

(part 2)

John Thomas walked towards the cruise ship in a daze, trying to come to terms with what he just saw.  His suitcase had to weigh around 40lbs.  God knows it was heavy enough for him to carry. But those women just lifted a cart with 30 other cases, at least 30, plus the weight of the cart!  It had to be close to 1500 pounds of weight!  Nicole, the strongest woman that John had ever met, wouldn’t be able to budge the smallest corner of that cart off the ground.  But those two women just picked it up.  And they didn’t even seem to be trying!

It was impossible of course.  No one was that strong.  The world’s two strongest men would have trouble moving that cart more than a few feet.  There had to be some kind of explanation.  It was then that John noticed that he hadn’t seen another passenger yet.  That was no accident; he’d arrived at the boat extra early to avoid any kind of lines.  But if there were no other passengers, then where had the other suitcases come from?  A trick!  Fill a cart full of a bunch of empty suitcases, a cart that was made of light weight material, and then throw one regular suitcase on it.  All told that probably wouldn’t weigh more than a couple hundred pounds, give or take.  Still a considerable feat of strength, but one well within the abilities of a woman bodybuilder. 

John was pleased with himself at figuring out the deception and more than impressed with the cruise line for the lengths they were willing to go to maintain the illusion that the ship was full of “superwomen”.  With a laugh, John skipped off toward the ship, excited to see what other kinds of tricks might be in store.

Up this close, the ship was as tall as the buildings in downtown Boston.  The first couple of visible decks were almost solid white hull, spangled with small portholes.  John guessed that this part of the ship was used for storage, housing the engine, and general crew quarters.  perhaps some of the coach passenger’s rooms were down here as well, but this was not what Amazon Cruises wanted your first impression of their boat to be. 

John made his way up several flights of stairs until he arrived about four decks up.  There, he found a gangway that led over to the ship that would be his home for the next week. 

At the far end of the gangway, standing out front of the door leading into the ship, was the tallest woman that John had ever seen in his life.  She took up almost the entire height of the gangway, which was well over John’s head.  He looked down at her feet, sure that she must be wearing some kind of high heals, or platform shoes, but was shocked to see her standing there in flip flops. 

Flame red hair framed a face dotted with freckles and seemingly fixed with a permanent smile.  Her emerald eyes twinkled as she waited expectantly for John to approach.  Her fair skin was a sharp contrast to Amy and the two luggage girls, and her limbs were much slimmer, though the definition in her arms was still clear and pronounced, even in her relaxed state.  She wore the same, bleach white, form fitting outfit the other women had worn with long pants, short sleeves, and the front unbuttoned a few buttons more than most people would consider descent.  While she might have been lacking in the muscle mass of the other women, she certainly wasn’t lacking in the chest development.  Two of the most humongous breasts that John had ever seen in person stood at attention nearly eye level to him.  On the right one sat a gold plate with the name Kyla.

“Hello, and welcome to the maiden voyage of Amazon Cruise Lines.  I’d like to be the first to welcome you on board the Amazon Princess.  My name is Kyla Hayes; I am the Cruise Director for your voyage.  I will be making sure that your experience on the Amazon Princess will be a memorable one.”  Kyla reached out a large hand that engulfed John’s smaller one.  Her handshake was firm, yet gentle, and she genuinely seemed happy to see John.

“Hello, my name is John Thomas, and I will be your passenger this week.”  John tended to use humor to mask his anxiety.  You didn’t stand next to a woman a foot taller and probably capable of crushing your hand to dust without being a little anxious. “And I must say, if everyone is as friendly as the people I’ve met so far, I’m sure I’ll have a great time.”

Kyla’s smile seemed to take up her whole face.  “Well, Mr. Thomas, customer service is our number one priority.  If there’s anything that we can do to improve your experience don’t hesitate to ask.”

John could think of a couple things she could do right now to make his experience the most memorable ever, and it truly seemed an impossible feat to tear his gaze from her incredible cleavage (if Kyla minded John gawking at her chest, she certainly did a great job at hiding it), but what he said was “Well, if you could tell me how to get to my room, that would be a great start.”

“Gladly.  Ooooo, first class.”  John couldn’t decide whether Kyla smile turned seductive, or predatory “Well, Mr. Thomas, we will be taking very good care of you indeed.”  Predatory or not, John had to nearly cross his legs to keep his dick from ripping through his pants. 

Kyla gave John clear directions on how to get to his room, and then reminded him that there was going to be a big deck party when the ship disembarked that he didn’t want to miss.  John thanked her and moved into the ship, unsure whether Kyla’s hand brushing across his rear was accidental or on purpose.

If there was any doubt that the Amazon Princess was a new ship from the outside, stepping inside took away all doubt. Freshly bright colored walls and muted lighting created a cozy atmosphere.  Mahogany fixtures and brass railings added an air of opulence to the atmosphere.  The floor seemed to be made of marble where it wasn’t covered with plush carpet.  Ferns, palm trees and wild flowers tastefully decorated the tall open courtyard that John first walked into.  Glass walled shops lined the walls on the three floors he could see, with bars scattered around so that a fresh drink was never more than a step away.  The entire place was a mixture of the faint chemical smell of fresh paint and new carpet washed over by the smell of fresh flowers and a perfume scent that John found quite pleasing. 

John moved through stair wells and hallways, following the directions that Kyla gave him, admiring the unique artwork and pictures on the wall.  There were scenes of tropical paradises interspaced with pictures of powerful amazon women either posing, or performing various feats of strength.  John had a pretty good knowledge of past and present female bodybuilders and recognized none of the ladies in any of the shots.  None the less, everyone was a perfect blend of power and femininity.  Smooth skin and womanly curves were accompanied by perfect muscular definition and form.  The pictures portraying strength continued the theme John had seen before of “superwomen”.  Women were bending solid metal bars, or lifting enormous weights or men in a variety of different ways.  John was very impressed with the photo manipulation software that was used.  If he didn’t know any better, he’d say the picture were real.

His room was a deck below topside, and shared a hallway with 4 other doors.  The size of John’s room was quite impressive.  A queen size bed dominated one wall.  Opposite the bed was a small sitting area with a couch and an arm chair surrounding a small coffee table.  To the left of the bed, a door led to a descent sized bathroom.  To the right of the bed, twin glass doors led out to a balcony that was itself half the size of the room.  The room was decorated much like the rest of the ship; cream colored walls surround mahogany wooden furniture.  Everything looked brand new, right down to the 36” plasma TV that could be viewed from the bed or the sitting area.  The other major piece of furniture in the room was a weight bench with a sizable stack of weights on a rack next too it.  John wondered at the amount of weight they put in the room, it was far more than he could lift in anyway he could conceive using the weight bench.

There was a knock on the door as John was exploring his home away from home, which he went to answer.  “Hello?  What can I…”  John’s voice caught in his throat as he stared speechless at the vision before him.

Another of the Amazon Princess’s crew members was standing in his doorway, holding his luggage.  If Amy and Kyla were pretty, then this woman (Mia, according to her name tag) was absolutely gorgeous.  She wore the same bleach white, form fitting, sailor outfit as everyone had on, unbuttoned to show the same amazing cleavage that the other women displayed. Her arm and face were perfectly tanned.  Platinum blonde hair fell in waves from her head, framing a face that was the most beautiful that John had ever seen.  Her eyes were two pools of blue that set his heart on fire as they matched the grin on her full pouty lips.  That smile warmed his heart and made him forget about everything but her face. 

Mia walked into the room unbidden, gently brushing her silky smooth arm up against John, sending shivers up and down John’s spine.  She wasn’t quite as tall as Kyla, though his eyes only came up to her mouth, nor was she as thickly built as Amy, though her relaxed arms nearly pulsed with power.  Her proportions were perfect, everything about her was perfect.  She glided across the room with the grace of a dancer and set John’s luggage down near his bed.  When she turned around and spoke to him, her voice was like a choir of angels.

“Hello, and welcome to the maiden voyage of Amazon Cruise Lines.  My name is Mia Sundell, and I will be your concierge for the voyage.”

It took John a couple of minutes to realize that she was looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to reply.  He realized that he was staring at her with his mouth open, though if she was upset by it she was certainly hiding it well.  In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the effect she was having on him.  “Uh, um, oh, my name is Job, I mean John, John Thomas.  It’s very nice to meet you.”  John stuck out his hand, which Mia took in a polite and firm shake.

“Well, Mr. Thomas, I am in charge of this section.  Lucky for you there are only three other passengers in this section, so I will have plenty of time to attend to your every need.”  The smile and wink that she gave him was more than suggestive.  Mia walked over to the coffee table and picked up a folder. 

“Let me tell you a little bit about our cruise.  The boat is brand new, just built this year.  You will be among the first passengers ever.  There is a 700 person capacity with 200 crew members to make sure your vacation is as perfect as can be.  This here is a copy of Muscle Minutes, which is the ships daily news letter that gives you a daily schedule of all ships events.  You will get one under your door every morning.  In addition to the Muscle Minutes, there is a dedicated channel on your TV that will go over all the features of the ship as well as current activities.  Your TV is a full satellite selection including the premium channels and Amazon Princess’s own channel which caters to our unique clientele.

“As a first class passenger, in addition to more comfortable accommodations and more personal service, you receive one free voucher for an hour in our Amazon Fantasy Theatre.  There’s a small pamphlet in the folder that will give you a brief overview, and there is a receptionist at the Theatre that will be happy to answer any questions you might have.  You may redeem your voucher at any time during the voyage; we only ask that you give us 24 hours to prepare to make sure you get the best presentation we can give.  Do you have any questions?”

“No, no.  I think that covered it.”  John nearly kicked himself for saying that.  Ask a question stupid, damn it, do anything to keep her in the room as long as you possibly can!

Mia was saying something that John wasn’t listening to as she started toward the door.  He was trying to think of something to say to her.  “Um, I do have one question.”

Mia turned and flashed John an expectant smile that made John’s whole body shiver. 

“Well, uh, I read in one of your brochures, when I was booking my trip, I read that all of the women on the ship were stronger than man on earth.  And, well, it’s just; it’s kind of hard to believe.  That all these women could be so strong, and I was, uh, I was wondering whether or not that’s true.  About the strength I mean.”  John’s heart was beating so fast and so loudly we wasn’t sure he’d be able to hear her answer.

Mia smiled turned to an amused one as she took a moment to answer the question.  “No, I’m afraid that’s not true.”

John heart fell in a bit of disappointment at being misled, though he was willing to live with that disappointment if he could only spend more time with Mia.  Wait, what?  “I’m sorry what did you say?”

“I said, not all the girls have finished all the stages of the treatment yet.  It took us quite some time to find enough willing to be part of the crew, and they decided there were enough crew members strong enough to go out on our maiden voyage.  That’s one of the reason the tickets were cheaper.  But in a month or so, all of our crew will be done the treatment and will be much stronger than you could ever imagine.”

John had no idea what she was talking about.  What treatment?  What stages?  It all kind of sounded hokey to him.  But if not all the girls had finished yet, did that mean that some did?  Did that mean there were some women on board that were stronger than any man alive?  And if there were some who finished the treatment…

“Well, um, did, uh, you finish, the uh, treatment?”  John felt like his face was on fire.

One of Mia’s eyebrow’s arched and her smile changed again, this time to a predatory one.  She slowly swayed towards John, who felt his heart beat louder with every step.  “Are you asking me, if I’m stronger than you?”  John nodded furiously; his cock was threatening to burst through his clothes. “Well, Mr. Thomas, I’m 6’1” tall.  I weigh 212lbs of rock hard, solid muscle.  My biceps are 18.5”, my thighs are 29” and my calves are 20”.  I have a 49” chest and my whole body is harder than steel, so you tell me, do you think I’m stronger than you?”

Mia was standing just inches away from John now.  He had to look up to see her eyes.  “Yes, definitely you are.”

“How much?”

“How much what?”

“How much stronger do you think I am?”  Mia brought her arm up and flexed.  Her bicep exploded into the most perfectly formed muscle John had ever seen in his life.  “Do you think I’m twice as strong as you?”

There was no doubt in his mind that she was stronger than him. She outweighed him by almost 30lbs, all muscle.  Twice his strength seemed like a lot, but looking at her arm, he wasn’t sure that twice was enough.  “Yeah, at least twice.”

Apparently that was the right answer, because Mia shot one of her beaming smiles and grabbed John’s arm.  “Well, let’s go find out.”

Mia led John over to the room’s weight bench and motioned John toward it.  “All right He-man, let’s see what you got.”

John wasted no time going over to load up the bench.  He had no idea how much he could max out at, but he knew what he normally lifted in the gym.  So he loaded up the barbell with 135lbs and lay down.  John cranked out as many reps as he could; he wanted to try to impress this muscle goddess.  He was pleasantly surprised that his heightened state of arousal seemed to give him a little more strength.  He managed 12 reps with the weight, 2 more than he normally did. 

Mia did in fact seem impressed, which John lapped up like a dog.  She looked as though she was considering something.  Finally she went over to the stack of weights and started adding a couple plates to the bar.  “There you go.”  she said when she finished.  “185lbs.  That should be just about your max.  Now let me see what my big strong man could do.”
Fueled by his desire to please Mia, John attacked the bar with a ferocity that he’d never before felt.  Three times he managed to press the bar, which was more weight than he’d ever lifted before.  Mia actually clapped for him as he sat up, drained from his exertion.

“Very impressive. You must spend a lot of time in the gym to be so strong.  Now, let’s see if I’m not just a little bit stronger.”  Mia scratched her chin for a bit, and then went back to adjusting the weight.  John watched in wonder as she added plate after plate.  He counted up the plates on each side, 3 45lbers, 1 25lber and a 5lber.  Plus the weight of the bar came up to 375lbs!  It sounded like a lot of weight in his head but looking at it stacked on a bar, it seemed like even more. 

“Now, if I was twice as strong as you, I’d be able to lift this three times.  Do you think I can do it?” 

As big as she was, John had doubts.  In all his time at the gym he hadn’t seen very many guys able to bench so much weight, and those that could were a good deal bigger than Mia.  “I guess.”

Mia laughed, it sounded like music.  She lay down on the bench and grabbed the bar.  John could hardly keep his eyes off her DD cup breasts that sat up straight from her chest.  So intent was he on her breasts, he didn’t notice she lifted the bar until it was lowered to them.  He was stunned at her strength.  Sure she looked strong, but that was a lot of weight, and yet she didn’t seem to be having much problem.  She made none of the grunts and deep breaths that John made when he lifted half as much, nor did she make any of the jerky movements.  Smooth as silk the bar rose up off of her chest to the full extension of her arms where she held it for just a moment before lowering it back down to her chest.  She did her three reps as easy as if the bar was empty, but she didn’t stop there.  Again she lowered and raised the weight, and again, and again!  John couldn’t believe what he was seeing!  Her arms shot up and down like pistons, hammering out another 4 reps before replacing the bar on the rack.  Ten reps!  At 375lbs!  John couldn’t believe it.  And what was more, she sat up looking as though she just got up from a nap, smiling like he’d just told a joke.  In fact, she yawned, thrusting her chest out to the point where John was shocked it didn’t break through her shirt.

“Mmmmmm, that was good.  I love the feel of lifting.  Even a weight as light as this.”  Mia looked over at John and ran her tongue around her lips.  “So do you still think I’m just twice your strength?”

If John’s jaw wasn’t attached, it probably would have fallen off.  In his wildest dreams he couldn’t have imagined a woman so strong, but she was just getting started.  As he stood there gaping at her, Mia stood and started increasing the weight on the bar!  Plate after plate was added until there was no room to fit any more.  Eight 45lb plates on each side of the bar: 765lbs!  More than twice what she just lifted! 

Mia got under the weight again, flashing John another knowing wink, and with no fanfare at all, she grabbed the bar and started lifting.  John had never seen anyone in his life lift so much, even once.  But Mia wasn’t stopping with one.  Rep after tireless rep, Mia benched the super heavy bar.  She showed no signs of stopping or even tiring.  She blasted through 10 reps without so much as slowing a bit.  She was humming as she blasted through 20.  She actually started to lift in rhythm with the song she was humming.  Finally, on her 30th rep, she pushed the bar so hard off her chest it left her hands and rose so high in the air it nearly hit the ceiling.  She easily caught it and replaced it on the rack.  She sat up, showing no more signs of fatigue than she did before.  And she actually started to laugh at the expression John was wearing.

“I don’t believe it, no one’s that strong.  It’s impossible.”  John’s stammering made Mia laugh even louder.  “Those have to be fake or something.”

“You think so?”  Mia sounded amused.  She got up off the bench, grabbed the bar and curled it to her chest.  She then carried it over to where John was standing and set it down at his feet.  “Well then, if you think it’s so easy, let’s see you lift it.”

John’s mind was in shock, he was going through denial.  He knew the world record for the bench press was more than 765lbs, but he doubted the world’s strongest man could handle that weight as easily as Mia just did.  It had to be fake!  He knew at least what he lifted was real, it sure was heavy, but the plates he lifted were from the top of the stack.  Maybe all the other plates were fake.  That had to be it.  Confident that this would all just wind up being a joke, or some kind of gag, John reached down and grabbed the weight, sure of his ability to lift it.

He was sorely mistaken.  It was like trying to lift a building.  Not only could he not lift it, he couldn’t even budge it.  Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Mia laughing even harder.  He couldn’t understand.  How could she lift it?  She couldn’t be that strong, it wasn’t possible!

“You need a hand.”  It was the most seductive voices John had ever heard and for a second he thought she was going to grab for his crotch.  Instead she reached down and grabbed the weight with one hand.  “Ready, on the count of three.  One, two, three.”  And just like that, John shot up to a standing position, bringing the weight up with him.  It was still heavy, but he was able to hold it.

Mia was giving him a sultry look.  One of her hands was on the bar, helping him lift, while the other was planted on her hip.  “All right, now we’re going to curl it up to your chest.  Ready?  One, two, three!”  Again the bar came up.  It seemed to take John most of his strength, Mia seemed to know exactly how much help he needed.

“All right, now we’re going to push it way up over your head.  Now this will be very hard, so make sure you’ve got a firm grip on the bar.”  John adjusted his grip, grabbing the bar so tightly that his knuckles turned white.  “Are you ready?  One, two, three.”

This was much more difficult, and went much slower.  But as John’s arms slowly rose further and further over his head, he thought his original assessment was correct.  There must have been some kind of magnet on the floor holding it down, and when she helped him, she somehow turned it off.  John didn’t know how much he could lift over his head, but it was nowhere near 765lbs, and she was still using only one arm to help him.  It must be something just a little over what he could lift.  Regardless of what the true weight of the bar was, he was plenty pleased with himself when his elbows finally locked, and he held the bar over his head.  He looked up at Mia’s eyes and shot her a triumphant smile.  She just looked down at him with that amused look, like she knew something he didn’t.  He wasn’t sure what that was about, but he didn’t have long to think about it.

Strangely, as he held the bar over his head, it seemed to get lighter and lighter.  Soon the bar seemed almost weightless in his hands.  Barely did he have time to consider what was happening before he felt himself start to lift up onto his toes. His mind was whirling, trying to figure out what was happening, when suddenly his feet were off the ground.  John was confused.  He didn’t understand how he was dangling in mid air.  He looked to Mia’s face for clues and got another surprise. He was looking down into her eyes.  She wore the widest grin he’d seen on her and she looked up.  He followed her gaze all the way up to the bar and suddenly, it dawned on him what was happening.  She had toyed with him.  She had made him think he was lifting the bar when actually she was doing all the lifting, with just one arm!  The bar really was 765lbs!  And she lifted it with just one arm!  Not only that, her arm was longer than his, and as she kept lifting when he could no longer reach, she had lifted him as well as the bar.  She was supporting nearly half a ton with one hand!  And she was smiling! 

John was so stunned he let go.  He didn’t realize how far above the ground he was and was unprepared to land, falling on his butt, but he hardly noticed.  All he could do was gawk at his gorgeous, perfect, super strong concierge, as she effortlessly held a 765lb barbell over her head with just one arm.  He felt like he was going to explode.

“Awe, this must be a little more than you were expecting.  You look like you’re gonna blow a gasket.  Here, let me help.”  She put the weight down like it was her purse and helped John to his feet.  John was about to thank her, when she reached down to his pants and unbuckled his belt.

“Whoa, what are you doing?”

“Just helping to relieve you of a little pressure.”  She unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his underwear all the way down to his ankles.  She eyed his cock with an appraising look.  “Mmmmmm, not bad at all.”  She then grabbed him around the waist, and lifted him right up off the ground to hold him up above her head.

John thought he couldn’t take much more before he shot his wad all over her face.  Fortunately, that wasn’t far from what Mia had in mind.  Mia lowered John to her head, taking his entire erection into her mouth.  John shuttered as waves of pleasure spasmed his entire body.  It wasn’t long before John experienced the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt. 

Wasted, John’s body hung limp in Mia’s arms as she lowered him down to a cradle.  She carried him over to his bed and gently laid him down in it.  “Why don’t you go ahead and take a nap.”  He heard her voice as he plunged toward unconsciousness.  “You should be up in plenty of time for our disembarking party.  Trust me you don’t want to miss that.”

to be continued…

[spoonmaster]

Just a little FYI, I've been throwing this stuff up there without any kind of proofreading at all.  I know that's lazy, but when I get finished I simply don't have the energy to read the whole thing again.  So sorry about all the mistakes, but I'm glad people are enjoying it.

[ratlaf]

I… That's… Woah…

*Thud* 

(as I pass out and collapse into the waitresses waiting arms…)

[randy guillotte]

I… That's… Woah…
*Thud* 

😮
DAY-AMM!! Get the smelling salts quick! Wouldn't want to miss what's coming next…

[The Mole]

Excellent!

I don't want to miss the disembarking party either!

Any spare spaces? 🙂

Thanks for the great story and I'm looking forward to the next installment very much.

[cpbell0033944]

I… That's… Woah…

*Thud* 

(as I pass out and collapse into the waitresses waiting arms…)

Spoonmaster is in the course of describing the fantasy of almost all of us here on Amaz0ns.  I want that to be possible in the real world so badly! 😮 ;D ::)

[randy guillotte]

Spoonmaster is in the course of describing the fantasy of almost all of us here on Amaz0ns.  I want that to be possible in the real world so badly! 😮 ;D ::)

Yeah, he describes it almost too well…  😀

[Ad_Meyer]

Erm…. How much is the cruise now? and when and where does the next available cruise depart?

[ratlaf]

😮
DAY-AMM!! Get the smelling salts quick! Wouldn't want to miss what's coming next…

Mmwhat…  Woah, thanks Randy!  I definitely don't want to miss the disembarking party either!

[Fonk]

OK, that's beyond awesome. What word do we have for that?

[Author]

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