Monday, October 22, 2007

WAR INC. - mission 3

Mission 3
By Mr.Shhh

It took two men to pick up Cronenweth’s limp body and slam it against the wall. The battered, cum-stained Brit cried sharply.
The four heavily-armored mercs gathered around her, three of them pinning her bulging arms while the largest man looked her over.
Damn. She was stupidly hot. None of them said it out loud, but this cum-drenched ho-bag was far and away the sexiest piece of ass any of them had ever laid eyes on. Her exaggerated, porn star features were almost ridiculous. Add to it those unbelievable, gravity defying tits and you had a one in a billion fuck toy built for hardcore sex.
But that was barely even the beginning. Moving to her body, everywhere the merc’s eyes went, he saw the same thing – muscles. He simply couldn’t believe it. She was freakish - inhuman even. Everything was cut to shreds. Veins were popping absolutely everywhere – even from her tits and face. And she wasn’t even straining.
The men watched rivers of sweat drip through the saturated cloth of her dress; a dress barely able to cope with her macho physique. Every pained motion caused hard, swollen flesh to rip another stitch. Soft breaths wrenched seams apart. She was simply too muscular to stay in that dress for much longer.
“Can you believe this bitch?” One of the mercs asked while feeling the deeply cut blades of her mutant delts. “Look at these fucking striations! You ever seen anything like her?!”
“She’s gotta be juicing hard. No one can get this ripped without drowning in steroids.”
“Shit, then she’s gotta be taking ‘em by the truck load. Her arms have to be 20 inches, easy.”
The merc in front of her took a fistful of wet hair and lifted her head.
“How about it sweety pie – you think you’re some sort of tough guy with these muscles? Or do you just want to be a man?”
Cronenweth’s lip quivered. The mercs leaned in to hear her soft voice.
“…m-more man… than you…”
The big merc flared with anger.
“FUCK YOU!” He yelled, delivering a crushing blow across her face. Her sensual lips ripped open, spraying blood across her face.
The other mercs laughed as the big merc picked up his rifle.
“What a tough guy!”
The big merc turned the gun around.
“Let’s soften her up a bit.”
With a brutal motion, the massive man smashed the butt of his weapon into Cronenweth’s gut, lifting her a foot off the ground. Spit flew as she gurgled in agony.
As the men laughed, the bloodied warrior grit her teeth. Straightening herself up, she tightened her stomach defiantly, forming a diamond-etched 12-pack that could be seen pressing through her dress.
“Is that… all you cocksuckers… have got?” The operative gasped, through her swollen, sweat-slicked lips. “I get… a better workout… fingering myself.”
“She wants more!” One of the mercs crowed.
“I’m going to fuck you up, tough guy!”
Another shot to the gut sent Cronenweth into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster. The ripped muscle girl cried out before re-flexing her mid-section even tighter. To the mercs’ disbelief, her abs seemed to double in size and definition. Each one looked nearly as big as a fist. Her dress became so skin-tight that it might as well have been naked.
Another shot and another, both as hard as the big man could muster. He should have been pulverizing her guts. But the huge-titted hardbody kept tightening her abs to the point where muscles and veins were literally exploding off her torso.
The big merc roared with anger. He threw everything he had into one final blow.
Cronenweth screamed and flexed her stomach into a truly horrifying, mega-ripped super-nova. Her abdominals became so defined, so disgustingly hyper-exaggerated that they barely even resembled abs at all. The other mercs could only stare in awe at the garden-hose veins that strangled every towering peak and valley. They glared at the demented level of definition that cut every individual muscle to the tendon.
“N-no one’s that ripped!!” One of the mercs gasped, shaken by the girl’s frightening brawn.
“Who is this sick bitch?!!”
Cronenweth clenched her fists and began to pull against the men. Everyone watched as her arms suddenly swelled, sending gigantic, sharp biceps rising from her sleeves.
”What are you three assholes doing? Hold her down!” The big man ordered.
To the others’ astonishment, they could barely contain the mega-titted fuck toy.
“Fuck, s-she’s strong!!” One of them yelled, pouring all his strength into holding her arms back.
Meanwhile, Cronenweth’s face went blank. It looked as if she had gone into some kind of trance. Two of the mercs glanced at her and saw her lips twitching, hinting at the unimaginable willpower that was fueling her strength.
As the three mercs fought to hold her down, the huge-chested Amazon literally began to hulk-out before their eyes. Massive, purple veins started popping through Cronenweth’s face. The harder she strained, the worse the vascularity became until she put even the most butched-out Ms. Olympia to shame. None of the men could believe they were looking at the same girl. There were now more veins criss-crossing her face than in a fully-flexed bodybuilder’s entire chest.
Letting out a pained moan, Cronenweth doubled her strength. The big merc watched as the sleeves of her dress expanded to their absolute zenith in a futile attempt to contain her huge guns. The other men continued to fight with everything they had, swearing and yelling through clenched teeth as their arms were forced back one inch at a time.
“She’s f-fucking unstoppable!” one of the men panicked.
“Do something!!”
The big merc was now in a full panic. He gave Cronenweth another shot to the gut, but this time it barley dented her two-inch deep abdominal fortress. In desperation, he wound up and kicked the straining freak right between her legs. Cronenweth’s lips tightened, stifling an invisible cry.
A half-dozen loud tears split her sleeves as her ridiculously peaked biceps surged higher. With her arms now at a 45 degree angle, she had fought her way to a full-on double-bicep pose. It was painfully clear that she was stronger than all three mercs put together.
The terrified merc gave her another swing to the crotch. With a wet smack, heavy rubber hit flesh. His steel-toed boots should have pulverized her bulging camel-toe, yet even the pumped-up cunt straining against her g-string was exploding with veiny muscles.
Another kick and another. The big merc was hitting her with everything he had. The stupendously-built operative flailed her head, fighting through the pain and flexing her body harder than humanly possible.
Material shredded all over her body, releasing eruptions of bronze girl beef exploding outward in every direction.
The remains of her sleeves finally gave out, revealing her tremendously wide shoulders. The gigantic masses were so revoltingly cut that she looked like she had three deltoids on each arm.
Turning her head, Cronenweth locked her eyes on her right arm. With a thunderous growl, she flexed her shaking limb into an absolute flurry. Her skin screamed in protest as the top of her bicep actually pressed against her own fist.
Releasing her other arm, all of the mercs jumped on her single, mega-pumped limb. Cronenweth’s eyes nearly bugged out of her skull as the combined strength of four 250 pound men challenged her impossible brawn. But there was no stopping her now. She threw her head around in a furry of muscle lust. Her demented man-bicep almost tore through her skin as she lifted her arm in one strong motion.
All four of the men were picked up off the ground and thrown across the room. They hit the wall on the other side, cracking the concrete.
Cronenweth immediately collapsed to her knees, her muscles spasming uncontrollably. She gagged towards the floor as her body punished without mercy.
On the other side of the room, one of the mercs got to his feet. He unsheathed a knife from his boot and charged at the rippling muscle-beast across from him.
Cronenweth struggled to her get out of the way, but caught a slash across her giant tits. The dress tore open further releasing a fistful of sweater meat.
The merc came at her again and again, slashing wildly. Cronenweth cried as he cut her a half-dozen times on the triceps and delts.
Suddenly, Cronenweth caught his arm. The two combatants locked eyes for an instant. The merc gazed at his enemy’s furious porn star features. Her bronze face was almost totally covered in disgusting purple-blue veins popping through her temples and forehead. He’d never even seen a man as pumped as this big-titted she-hulk before him.
With a sickening crunch, Cronenweth forced the merc’s arm backward 90 degrees like she was bending a barbell. The knife dropped from his grasp.
Sweat flew from the blonde Brit as she delivered four punches to his mid-section. Thousands of tendons flared with detail as she jack-hammered his body with enough force to crack his armor. The sound of each impact was like thunder shaking the building. Cronenweth screamed, spit and cum flying as she destroyed the merc’s ribs with her fists.
Finally, the half-naked girl warrior tightened her right leg and kicked the merc square between the legs. Her thigh tensed with what looked like a hundred pounds of sliced muscle mass as the defeated merc screamed in anguish, his groin obliterated.
Before the big merc’s body had even hit the ground, the rest of the men were back on their feet. The snap of a clip alerted Cronenweth to the rifles behind her.
The muscle-bound operative dove for the bathroom just as the other mercs opened fire. The back of the room exploded with a thousand rounds of ammo. The destruction traced Cronenweth’s path as she rolled out of the way, debris slicing her meaty back and shoulders.
She made it to the safety of the bathroom. Her huge tits and striated pecs heaved as she analyzed the situation. She was trapped. She could hear the mercs swearing and reloading their weapons.
Glancing around, she spotted a large antique bathtub against the wall. In an instant, she grabbed it and poured all of her strength into ripping it from the floor. Tiles immediately cracked, revealing a dozen steel bolts beneath.
The sides of Cronenweth’s dress began to split apart as her ultra-masculine back swelled to challenge the metal. Veins forced the stitches apart as her lats tripled in thickness, eclipsing her arms and neck until she looked like a block of brawny meat.
Shots rang out from the next room and tore through the walls. The bathroom exploded all around the straining beef cake.
“Gnnnnnnnnngg!!!!” Cronenweth cried, her face twisted with vein-popping effort.
The steel bolts groaned loudly. Two of them shot out of the floor. But the others held firm – they were clearly rooted to the structure of the building.
Cronenweth’s skin looked like it was going to split open. Spit bubbled through her teeth as she strained even harder. Her shoulders ballooned into hideous, freakish masses. Her very shape became distorted as she flexed herself into a disgusting fury of sinew.
With an ear-piercing crack, the bathtub tore free from the ground. Plaster and tile flew through the air. Four solid, 50 pound chunks of concrete came with it, adding to the already tremendous weight. Ignoring her exhausted muscles, Cronenweth lifted the tub upright.
The mercs were already coming into the room when Cronenweth turned to face them. The leading man couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the sexy, cum-covered sexpot holding the entire bathtub with nothing but her veiny arms. His moment of hesitation allowed the muscle-bound operative to bring the tub in front of her like a shield. The merc quickly opened fire, but most of his shots failed to penetrate the cast-iron center of the tub. Cronenweth charged at him as he continued to blast away, ramming him with the heavy shield and pushing him across the room. He finally hit the wall so hard that she drove the tub 2 feet into the drywall with the merc’s body buried somewhere beneath it.
Before Cronenweth could turn around, she was hit across the back with a heavy rifle. The British operative cried out, but was cut short as the gun was hooked around her neck. A merc behind her dug his knee into her back and began to choke the life out of her. Another merc came around and smashed his weapon into her tits.
Cronenweth reached back and grabbed the man behind her and flipped him over her shoulders. She held him upside down in a bear hug - his full weight supported by her shredded, beer-keg thighs.
The other merc backed up, but was quickly grabbed and pulled into Cronenweth’s grasp. Locking her incredible arms, she began to squeeze them like a vice.
The two men howled in pain as muffled cracks filled the air. Their body armor was the first thing to collapse under the unrelenting pressure. Hardened plastics that could resist a bullet crumpled like aluminum.
The desperate mercs struggled with all of their might to break free, each pitting the strength of their entire bodies against Cronenweth’s over extended arms. What was happening should have been impossible – there was no way this 5’5, double D blonde should have been able to hold both heavily armored men aloft, let alone crush them with her bare hands.
The harder the super-operative squeezed, the more the space between them filled-in with pumped-up girl beef. Soon, even the men’s faces were being squeezed between her big tits and her even bigger muscles.
The two mercs clawed at her arms, their nails digging bloody gouges in her tightly-stretched skin. Cronenweth stifled a whimper and lifted the men higher. The increased pressure on her shoulders and lats caused them to overreact with a veritable avalanche of super-dense musculature. The top half of her dress all but vanished beneath the mountains of meat pouring forth.
Suddenly, the undercover slut’s 6-inch fuck-me pumps snapped under the immense weight. The tattered lower half of her evening gown ripped loudly as her knotted, thoroughbred thighs flared with mind-boggling might. Every inch of flesh became an ultra-strained, vein-engorged nightmare. There was nothing sleek or smooth about her legs now. They looked like 40 inches of knotted rope covered by bratwurst-sized vascularity.
Clamping her eyes down like steel shutters, Cronenweth screamed like an animal. She whipped her head from side to side, her wet hair slapping against her monstrous man traps. Tears mixed with oceans of sweat as the inhuman she-thing tightened every muscle in her body with hydraulic might. Deep, internal veins became horribly externalized as she reached a previously unheard of level of pump. Everything from her ass to her hips feathered with criss-crossing striations. Material split open and spat an unstoppable wave of pure muscle mass into existence.
The mercs’ agonized cries were cut short by a sharp, stomach-churning crunch. It was the sound of their rib cages compressing – their spines snapping in a half-dozen places – their shoulders and elbows dislocating violently.
Almost instantly, the room went quiet save the sound of furious panting. Cronenweth released her arms and the two mangled bodies flopped down like human rag dolls.
Sweat dripped like rain from the shaking girl’s soaking wet body. She looked at a mirror in front of her. The cum on her face was almost gone, as was her smeared eye shadow and makeup. Blood was running from a multitude of cuts and slashes all over her skin. She looked at her arms. They were completely bare now. Even if they weren’t, it would have been impossible to cover those terrifying girl cannons at this point.
It now seemed like a joke to Cronenweth that she had even attempted to present herself as a woman. She had the face and tits of a goddess, but the rest of her body was pure, unrestrained testosterone. She gazed at herself with a volatile mixture of pride and disgust. The promise she made a lifetime ago had been fulfilled, but at the highest price to her femininity. She was a hideous freak built to destroy – period.
A fist smashed the glass, spider-webbing her reflection. Cronenweth ignored her bloody fist and turned to the downed men. Like a robot running a program, she methodically collected the weapons of her slain enemies. There was no need for secrecy now. Now she could take the kid gloves off.
The British operative strapped her bulging body with belts and pouches. She threw one weapon after another over her shoulders until she had 250 pounds of heavy metal on her back.
Only the top half of her dress had survived, and just barely. The lower half was now less than a miniskirt, but Cronenweth was beyond caring. She took a handful of ammo clips and shoved them into the front of her underwear. Her thong dug deep into her ass crack, splitting her striated glutes into two tightly-coiled meatballs.Finally, she locked and loaded a heavy rifle. Her biceps surged with terrifying, vein-gorged power as she gripped the weapon hard enough to break it. It was payback time.


Anonymous said...

Hey man, great job on this, let me say this, I never was a big fan of Lt. Cronenweth, because she's not your hugest character, but there was one way to solve that and make me like her a little bit, and that's by making her supernaturally strong, which you have seemed to do in this story, great job, while I still would love to see more Hardbody, Mercy and Tanya, Lt. Cronenweth is starting to grow on me.

AbyssPlanet said...

Woohoo, great installment!

However, like Jeremy, I'd also love to read more about your other characters, too. :D

Mr.Shhh said...

Glad this chapter was a bit more to your liking, Jeremy. Don't worry, the next posting will either be a new chapter of one of my other series or something totally new. I had an idea the other day about a massive female bodybuilder who after being officially rejected from competing with the heavyweight men, decides to pull a kind of "She's the Man" and sneak into the upcoming "Mr. Testosterone" competition by passing herself off as a guy.

Anonymous said...

Sounds cool with me man, and that storyline is cool, I hope she's young and short, but incredibly huge muscle wise, that's the way I dig it myself, I can't wait to see what you come up with next!

Cactus Joe said...

Again(like I've said at Lingster's forum), this character is my favourite. Amazing feats of strength with the depiction of an incredibly muscular body...Thanks a lot for this new chapter. I can't wait for the next one(s).

Many thanks.

tourist said...

great!!! very brutal, but great!!!

can't wait for the arm-wrestling tournament though in one of your other stories. that one is my favorite.

otherwise great writing.


Mr.Shhh said...

Hey Tourist, glad to see you here man! When can we expect another awesome animation from you?

I've been meaning to get back to Mercy and her arm-wrestling competition, but the time... THE TIME!!! Where does it go?!

Anyway, I'm just happy the blood and guts from this latest story haven't scared everyone off.