[ayanamifan]

Wow! I cant believe that everytime the new parts get better and better… Really that's awesome

[Mr.Shhh]

You muscle descriptions are still the best in the biz!  Keep up the great work!

[Tigersan]

🙂 Can't wait whats next…

[James]

I am impatiently waiting to see more! Your writing is so good.

[BlackKusanagi]

Good googely moogely. Insanity… 😀 Well done.

[reaper0002000]

Thanks to all of you for the kind words! I am considering posting a short scene  — yes, a new one — of The Monster somewhere; haven't decided if it will go here, brawna, or even saradas (the latter because I need "karma" *eyes rolling*). Anyways, a little more of Mercy is soon forthcoming.

Season's Greetings,
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[iceman75]

Why not all three, that's what I do. I can't wait to see what happens btw, hope to see Mercy do some flexing and strength feats.

[reaper0002000]

Stupid Windows Vista. Anyway, happy new year — back on line!

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…cont'd…

“You do find me sexy, don’t you…” she said huskily, her voice laden with threat as she affirmed the answer to her own question. A slight twisted smile played on her lips. Nothing that beautiful could also ever have seemed as sinister as the look on Mercy’s gorgeous face. Never breaking eye contact, she licked her top lip and then her bottom one, as if she was savoring his heart-pounding terror.

Still seated, Mercy reached for and grasped the heavy, solid knob of the door beside her, the room’s only exit. She twisted the lock on the door with a definitive click, and looked at him meaningfully. He swallowed hard, realizing that she was intentionally locking him in with her;  there was no other way out. Then to his disbelieving eyes, with one sinewy hand, Mercy simply twisted the knob right off the door. It didn’t even look like she had tried to do it; there was no jerk or dramatic eruption of bulging muscle, just the casual separation of the solid metal knob from the rest of the lock as it provided all the resistance of soft wax against the incomprehensible might of Mercy. He started to hyperventilate.

As if to add punctuation to her question, Mercy leaned forward and held up the broken brass knob right in front of his face, muscles rippling all over her topless physique. Numbed, he barely seemed to register the sight: he was mesmerized by the hard sapphire eyes. He was all but hypnotized, as the incredible blue-eyed beauty with the barechested, unbelievably muscular body offered up the evidence of her shocking strength, inches from his glazed eyes. With a smirk, Mercy slowly waved it in front of him, patiently drawing his attention until blinking, he managed to focus fully on the snapped-asunder knob in the palm of her hand.

When she saw she had he was concentrating on the knob right before him, she closed her fingers on it… and crushed it like a marshmallow. The metal imploded, actually deforming, flowing, and shattering around her unstoppable fingers with screeches and crunches as her hand closed into a fist of ungodly strength. He stared agog at her fist, at the sinews visible beneath the skin of her barely fuzzed knuckles, at the large veins that protruded, feeding even more strength where no more strength was even conceivable. Mercy smiled ominously, and the man cowered away, afraid that she would send her fist straight through his head – he knew deep down that his skull was clearly all but an eggshell to her. Instead her fist slowly unclenched, and the sight of the solid metal knob’s remains sent him into more palpitations — all that was left were the pulverized pieces on the floor, and on her hardened palm were tiny crumbs of absolutely annihilated metal, shattered beyond any recognition. Mercy had done that with one bare hand. Without any exertion whatsoever.

He started to cry softly, mortified by her effortless demonstration of unmitigated power. There really hadn’t been any doubt before, but for him, this up-close display of brute strength struck the point home: Mercy was the girl in the report. The muscles. The strength. It could be no one else. And she had just made escaping the room impossible.

“Watch” she ordered.

Still boring holes through him with her blazing blue eyes, Mercy took the mangled metal and pushed it hard onto her own bare chest, right where a breast should have been. Instead, all that was there was a massive, ridged slab of veiny pectoral muscle, and a small, feminine nipple. She smiled as she pressed harder and tensed the huge pec into freakish shredded prominence, stimulating herself as her brown sex nub started to fully erect. More veins rolled to the surface, and Mercy shut her eyes with a sordid, erotic moan. Her musk again inundated the room, making him sweat in terror and arousal as the scent of her sweet strength saturated the air.

She removed her hand from her pec, showing just how hard she had pressed the metal crumbs of the shattered knob against her unyielding chest muscle. He gasped, stunned. Her strength was so great that the metal had been plastered into a paper-thin patch over her nipple; it was so compressed so thin that it looked like brass paint. He could see every detail of her sexy areola outlined, and the etches of her striated pec. With a nasty snicker, Mercy again perked her pecs, causing individual veins and muscle fibers to emerge, bending the thin metal and making her nipples leap. She again licked her lips in arousal, and flexing harder and harder, concentrating on actually flexing just her lower pecs. the area around her nipples. Her aroused, hellishly hardened brown nub burst out of the metal as it flicked with her dancing chest sinew, causing the worn brass to disintegrate into flakes. She grinned at her strength and the psychologist gripped the chair, his face and knuckles white at her immense musclepower. Terrified out of his mind. And he didn’t even know what Mercy was truly capable of; that her erect nipples could shred hardened steel, that she could snap layers of inch-thick steel chain with a mere twitch of her hulking, breastless pecs.

…to be cont'd…

[jsimon]

DAMN!!!  😀
Welcome back, and a nice welcome it is. More!  ;D

[reaper0002000]

…cont'd…

Mercy abruptly stood up to her full 5’8” height as he flinched and cowered in the chair, sweating bullets as she loomed barechested over him. Her massive, flaring lats were fully visible from the front, pushing her huge chiseled arms out at 45 degrees and they were so broad, so vast that Mercy completely eclipsed him in her shadow. Her flare was so dramatic she actually looked like a gigantic winged creature about to prey upon him.

As she breathed, he fully registered, for the first time, the absolutely insane muscularity Mercy possessed even on her stomach. She didn’t have just six pack abs, or even an eight pack… the girl had a clear TEN pack. Two columns and five amazing rows of inch-thick blocks, fully separated even at rest. Only her tiny, sexy navel disrupted the jagged perfection of her magnificent abs. Abs so deep that one could lose a digit between the inhuman jutting bricks of hardened flesh. The muscular detail on her torso was something that Michelangelo would have been at a loss to capture on sculpted perfection. Surrounding the grid of abdominal ingots were individual slashing fingers of sinew that made up a stunning side-armor of steely obliques. The girl’s flesh was so hard, a sledge hammer would shatter itself against her midsection. Mercy was in better condition than any contest-ready professional bodybuilder, and it was an ordinary day for her. No man or woman could match her beyond perfect genetic structure, or inhuman level of conditioning. It was a realization that became even more pronounced when Mercy reached for the waist of her skirt…

“That's just the beginning…”

She tore off her long wrapped skirt, turning around as she did so. He wheezed, uncomprehending at the bared spectacle before his eyes, the magnificent revelation of her nude ass. Mercy possessed a rear that he wouldn’t have believed to be humanly possible. It couldn’t be described as “tight” – her buttocks weren’t just in the same league as the most shredded male bodybuilder’s glutes, they were in another world. Hell, another universe. Mercy’s haunches were so deeply hollowed at their sides, the psychologist could probably have fit his entire hand in her carved, notched butt dimples. Every gluteal muscle wasn’t only separated, or even striated, her entire ass was actually ridged in three dimensions, carved from her waist to her bulging hamstrings. To his astonishment, Mercy’s shrunken – but paradoxically bulging –  gluteal blocks looked like they had been hewn from layers of sedimentary rock, but even that comparison couldn’t do her justice: the truth was she could actually crush such rock to sand between those amazingly hard, chiseled buttocks. She possessed the freakiest, scariest ass on the planet. And emerging from that unholy beast of gluteal granite, as that earlier glimpse of her huge jagged calves had suggested, were legs as monstrously muscular as Mercy’s arms. 

Oaken thighs each the size of his waist sprouted out of her ludicrously narrow haunches, completely carved into massive, rippling pillars of brute might. Mercy’s hamstrings were the equal of her freakish arm biceps, so full and peaked that they suggested actual hams had been stuffed into those leg biceps. The sweep of her quads seemed almost unnatural, so full were her muscle bellies that they looked ready to spew out of the gigantic hanging teardrops they formed. And even the slightest movement sent caused striations to deeply feather the granite beef that constituted the stronggirl’s hugely sculpted thighs. It didn’t seem possible that any mortal flesh could ever appear as hard appearing, but it was plainly visible right in front of him. Each muscle was the size of most other bodybuilders’ muscle groups. It was no longer a wonder how Mercy could actually catch a speeding vehicle when she had legs like these.

Between her slim ankles and small knees were the wonders of her calves and front shin muscles. Her anterior lower leg muscles were so well developed they were the size of a normal man’s calves, and visibly far harder. Behind them and her fully covered shin bone flared the double-headed beasts that he’d caught a glimpse of earlier, but were now fully exposed in all their shocking glory.  Mercy didn’t have calves; she didn’t even have cows. She had bulls on the back of her lower legs, hulking oxen that made a mockery of anything someone else could flex and call a calve muscle.  The extent of mass and separation of those strapping hulks made her look like she could leap and launch herself onto rooftops if she so desired. Mercy was so far beyond anyone else that Mercy could only be compared to, well, Mercy.  And as he stared agog at the muscular revelation of her lower body, the therapist could not help but notice the protruding network of veins that ran everywhere like rivers all over  the bulging, striated muscle bellies, especially the large-bore vessels that ran from her feet all the way up and into her…

Dear God…
“I’m all muscle. Everywhere.”

…to be cont'd…

[Author]

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