Tina By Rampant Tiger. A story of how a little skinny girl developed into a muscular marvel, with the sex drive to match. TINA (Part 9) Leaving Tina and his mother in the living room, preparing to do battle to determine who would be the mistress - No! MASTER! - of the household, Mike had crept up to his bed to await developments, leaving his dad who went to his own room for the same nerve-wracking purpose. In spite of his sexual anxieties and nervous tension, or maybe because of them, Mike fell into a deep sleep and was completely unaware of the drama that took place in his parent's room, even when his limp and senseless dad was deposited in the bed beside his limp and senseless mom. Mike slept on, resting and gaining strength in the super-strong, super-fit, slim, sinewy- muscled physique that Tina had developed on her nineteen-year-old brother for her own devious purposes, purposes that were now about to be realized. Mike slept on soundly until morning when, in a rude and violent awakening, the covers were stripped from his bed, the mattress bounced up and down, and he was seized by his young fifteen-year-old sister. Tina, showered and shampooed and smelling of roses, stood on the bed astride her brother. She placed one hand on each side of his narrow, muscular waist, and with a gentle heave, swung him high up over her head, then dropped him. Her arms swung down to catch him before he touched the bed and, with a twist, she flung him high in the air again, spinning him head to foot like a twirling baton. Now fully awake, Mike held his body rigid while his sister tossed him high again, holding him above her head with one hand while her other hand spun him like a top. The Tina dropped onto her back on the thick carpet on the floor, and the house shuddered with the impact, but the powerfully-muscled Amazon girl-child lost not a beat as she continued to twirl her rigid boy-toy, now dizzy from spinning and scared shitless. The spinning stopped, and Mike's waist was now clamped between Tina's raised feet. Those feet and diamond-hard calves and rock-hard valleyed thighs were raised high as his captor rolled backward onto her shoulders and placed her hands beside her head on the carpet. Then she, in an amazing display of physical strength and agility, pressed with her fantastic biceps and triceps until her whole rippling torso was raised into the air in a handstand, with Mike, all 180 pounds of him, still squeezed tightly between her feet, clinging to her ankles for dear life. Tina laughed in glee at the success of her maneuvre, and trotted around the room on her hands in a victory march before letting Mike down, gently, onto the floor. Rising to her feet, pulling her still dazed brother up with her, Tina gathered him in her arms and squeezed him gently against her massive, rock-hard torso, and flexed and rippled her valleyed thighs and mounded, bulging abs and striated pecs until he moaned in agony and in pleasure and his cock grew and got long and thick and hard, and was trapped in the silken iron mounds of her rippling abdominal muscles, until it exploded in ecstasy and poured loads of creamy cum all over their bellies, until it ran down their smooth, hairless legs to cover their feet. Now, Tina released Mike, as he sagged against her muscular torso, and lifted him onto his bed. As he lay there groaning, helplessly, Tina sat down beside him and admired the beautiful body she had created. It was, indeed, a beautiful body! And she had, indeed, created it. When Tina became aware it was going to be her greatest pleasure to fulfil her tremendous sexual fanasies by screwing her whole family, her whole, exciting wonderful family, to death - or, at least, to the point where they couldn't stand! - she realized their strength, their fitness level, and their agility was going to have to be at the highest possible level if they were going to be able to withstand the sexual battering they were going to get at the hands of a fantastic Amazon, a horny satyr with the body of a Greek God and the strength of Hercules. They had to acquire these attributes, even if the reasons they did were concealed from them. And they did! And they found they were having the time of their life doing it! Jan and Ted were easy. Jan's competitive body-building, Ted's sexual fantasies coming true - with his WIFE, for god's sake - made their hard work a pleasure. But Mike was her masterpiece! With a strong, muscular body to start with, and a great liking for athletics, left alone, he was going to become a great masculine hulk. And that was not what Tina wanted. What Tina wanted was a beautiful male Adonis, tall and slim and graceful, with a super-fit, super-strong, super-agile, sinewy physique, a personage that would make every female he encountered, from high-school girls approaching puberty, to college and working girls out for a loving relationship, to mothers and grandmothers eager for one last chance at a sexual fling, eager and willing to take him in their arms - or to let him have his way with them, whereever and when- ever he would. And what Tina wanted, Tina got! The exercise program she developed for Mike worked perfectly, and she had her Adonis. And now the screwing had begun! As Tina sat on the bedside beside her older brother, she looked lovingly at his handsome face, with its strong chin, straight nose, and dark, curly hair. His dark brown eyes were concealed behind long-lashed lids as he lay there, naked and dazed from the long spinning, but Tina knew how attractive and sexy they were when he gazed admiringly at some female prey. She even felt that attraction herself, though she was his adoring young sister, when he looked admiringly at her. Which was often. And it didn't have to be her amazing physical development he was admiring, though her mighty arms with slabs of muscle on her relaxed biceps and triceps, and her rounded, striated delts and mounded traps, leading past corded lats to a massive chest surmounted by thick, striated pectoral muscles, her bulging mounds of abdominal musculature that extended down to her smooth-shaven pubic mound, her deep-valleyed rock-hard thighs and cut and bulging calves and strong- tendonned feet, were enough to make his brown eyes bulge. But Tina had grown from a sickly child to a handsome teen-ager, with the glowing skin and wholesome mien that term implies. In short, physique aside, she was a great- looking kid, in puberty. With all the sex drives that other males and females in that state would have - but MULTIPLIED, MANY MANY TIMES -by her fantastic physical development. In short, Tina was over-sexed, Tina was so horny she ached for sex, for the physical release of orgasm after orgasm, and wanted - no! NEEDED the sensual contact of skin against her skin, of sexual organs in contact and the powerful aphrodisiac of being in complete and utter control of the person - or persons - she was sexually devouring. Sometime with deep and enduring love, sometime with loathing and hate, sometime, somewhere in between, just for the sheer pleasure of it, but always in control. So that was the Valkyrie that gazed lovingly down at the beautiful creation that was her brother. So Tina gazed at Mike in admiration, not only of his beautiful naked body, but also of her astounding success in moulding another human body to meet her own exacting standards of beauty and erotic attractiveness. She ran her hands softly over his limp torso, stroking the smooth, firm muscles of his arms, his chest, his flat belly, and his strong, muscular legs. In responsce to the sensual pressures, Mike's whole body began to come alive. His muscles, from head to toe squirmed in ecstasy, and a soft moan left his wakening throat. His hands clenched and his toes squirmed, and his penis rose and got long and thick and hard - again! This time not trapped by Tina's rock- hard abs, but free to rise and stand straight to demonstrate its massive size and power. Tina's hands continued to stroke his arms and legs, but it was her mouth that encaptured that enormous cock, and then her throat, as she slid that great weapon deeper and deeper inside her. Her tongue encircled the twitching dong and Mike's body arched in response, and his moaning grew in volume and pitch. Deeper into Tina's throat went the cock, now full and huge and hurting in the iron grasp of the pulsing walls of her strong throat and in the acid coating of her throbbing stomach. Mike's moan became a scream, and as his balls were softly fondled by his captor's hands, he reached his most powerful orgasm ever. His balls and his cock exploded violently in a massive ejaculation that completely filled Tina's stomach, and threw her right off her brother's torso, onto the floor. "WOW!" thought the startled Amazon goddess, "What a blast! We'll have to do that again! But not right now. That fantastic ejaculation didn't even drain him. He still has a hard-on that would choke a horse. Boy, when I train a man for sex, he sure is trained well! I'd better make use of that erection before it goes away." And she did. Sliding her iron-muscled torso over the body of her now completely unconcious brother (completely unconscious mentally, that is, but physically still held in thrall by the great rippling musculature that had ripped him apart, but left him aching sexually for more of that herculean physique) she slid his still erect and massive cock slowly between her vaginal lips. Grasping the thick, bulging glans between her lips, she slowly slid more and more of the rigid organ, past her clit, past her 'hot spot', into the tunnel of love that led deep into her throbbing uterus. Mike's penis was clamped tightly between the walls of a vagina that now tightened and released, tightened and released, tightened so hard that the massive cock was reduced to a limp string of spaghetti, then released so fast that the blood gushing into it swelled it as hard as a frozen salami. Tina laughed in joy. Her pulsing vagina was screwing her brother as he'd never been screwed before - and he was dead out! His body was completely limp and helpless, and his mind was dead to the world, but his cock was rising and falling in an erotic dance to the tune his horny, sexy, greek god of a sister was playing. And she was loving it! On and on went the tune, up and down went the great, mindless cock, louder and louder laughed the insatiable satyr, until, at last, Tina wearied of the dance. When she did, she thrust her hand, her small, powerful hand, into her brother's asshole and stroked his penis from its internal root until, in a moment, that living, independent dildo spewed out its last remaining juice in an explosive ejaculation, and Mike's penis joined the rest of his strong, fit physique in complete inertia, a state that would last a long, long time. Tina leaped to her feet, screaming a roar of victory! Three down and none to go. And it was not yet ten o'clock on the first morning of her sexual fantasy. Just to make sure all the local resources were exhausted, at least for a while, Tina went back into her parent's room. Jan and Ted were still really out for the count, but maybe Ted was more out than Jan. Jan had been her daughter's first victim, and her powerful body-builder's physique was stronger and fitter than her husband's and Mike's. And as well, her own sexual appetite, while nowhere near as voracious as Tina's, was awesome. As a result, her recovery time was pretty good. So when Tina gently folded back the covers from her mom's powerful, hard-muscled torso, lying naked, with her arms around the chest of her still limp husband, she sensed the stirrings of some life in that strong, massively-developed physique. "AHA!" thought Tina, "Playtime, again, maybe. But not here." And she leaned over and lifted her mother out of the bed, cradled her in her powerful arms, and trotted downstairs to the weightroom. There she laid Jan on the bed, now cleaned up with fresh linen after her last night's escapade with her dad, and softly stroked her mom's firm, full breasts. Jan stirred, and wriggled under the tender ministrations, and then began to quietly moan. Tina's soft hands left her mom's breasts and travelled downward over rock-hard plates of abdominal muscle to a smoothly-shaven pubic mound where a harder pressure exacted louder groans and Jan's hips started to rotate and to push in and out, and her hands closed firmly over those of her youngest child and pressed them tight against the swelling lips of her vagina. Her eyes stayed closed, but her mouth gasped open and shut and her moans became a eager wail. Her legs spread apart and her vagina pulsed and a creamy fluid started to pour out over massaging hands. Tina leaned over and pressed her lips to her now recovering mom's, and slid her strong tongue into the opening mouth. In it slid, curving around the opposing tongue, rasping across hard and spreading teeth, then slipping roughly into the gasping, throbbing throat that now lay open and eager to welcome the thrusting tongue. In and out went the invading tongue, lapping the walls of the airways Jan depended on for breath. Jan struggled, violently now, and forced her powerful arms and hands under Tina's chin in a vain attempt to separate their lips. But Tina's hands departed from their position over her mom's flowing vagina, and gently gripped her mom's wrists and stretched those massively-muscled champion body-builder's arms flat out on the bed with no apparent effort. Jan struggled to no avail to release her arms and to release her throat from the powerful grip of her amazon daughter. Her struggles became even weaker when Tina's whole fantastically-muscled torso, her striated pecs, her silken, rock-hard abs, and her valleyed thighs glided over her mom's fantastically-muscled physique and spread her mother's muscular thighs, and pressed, with her own now creamy vagina, the soaking opening to her mom's tunnel of love. Jan's resistance collapsed, and the powerful muscles of her weight-trained physique collapsed, and she wailed in ecstasy as she folded her relaxing torso, from her head to the tips of her toes, against the mighty musculature of her powerful daughter. She wailed, from air- starved lungs through a tongue-filled throat, and throbbed, against a rippling, muscled torso, until she exploded in a violent orgasmic up- heaval that induced a corresponding erotic response in her daughter, and both magnificent Amazons, mother and daughter, collapsed in ecstasy on the cum-soaked bed. Collapsed, yes, but as the two fantastically-muscled women lay relaxed after their erotic encounter, a difference was obvious. Jan was truly collapsed - limp, unconcious, and completely dead to the world, but her youngest off-spring, her Greek-God-powerful, Hercules-strong, erotic-as- Pan female child, the planner and the perpetrator of this family orgy, was grinning with pleasure and seething with satisfaction at the glorious culmination of her in-family sexual encounters. So far, for now, she was achieving her wildest erotic fantasies - and she was still as horny as a rutting goat! Her family was exhausted - for now - so she'd have to look elsewhere for the sexual satisfaction she craved. Where? Well, she had some pretty good ideas about that! Tina carried her limp, smiling mother upstairs to her bedroom and tucked her carefully into bed beside her limp smiling dad. Then, after a quick check to make sure her limp, smiling brother was still inert, she went down to the kitchen to prepare herself a very nourishing lunch. She would need it! Six fried eggs, a whole pound of bacon, a heaping mound of home- fried potatoes, washed down with a litre of red wine, then topped off with a great bowl of fruit salad - her appetite, for food as well as for sex, was tremendous and, anyway, she needed to build up her strength!!! A few hours sleep after that tremendous meal, a quick but heavy work-out, resulting in pools of sweat on the floor beside her, then on to the phone to set up the next phase of her sexual odyssey. First, a call to Marty. "Hi, Marty. It's Tina. How would you like to go out with me to-night" "Tina!!! I haven't heard from you since the spring, that's over three months now. How the hell is my favorite wrestling partner? I see a lot of Mike, but he doesn't talk about you at all, and I'm pretty well tied up with Barbara these days. Remember Barbara? We plan to get married when school lets out. You introduced us, and I've never really thanked you for that. I'd love the chance to do that and tonight would be a good time as Barbara's out of town for a few days at a physical training conference. So what did you have in mind? Whatever it is, it's on me - and you won't have to beat me up to decide." "Why, Marty! Beat you up? Whatever gave you that idea? I was thinking dinner and somewhere quiet for a few drinks. Since my parents are home, our house is pretty busy, so somewhere else would be better. I don't feel much like dancing, so a quiet bar would be fine." "Great! I'll pick you up at eight and we'll go to a quiet disco I know and take it from there. OK?" At eight, Tina was ready and waiting by her front door. She didn't want Marty to come in and find out the state of extreme exhaustion that Jan and Ted and Mike were in. It was her firm intention to leave Marty in the same shape - or worse - before the night was over, but he didn't have to know that yet. Marty drove to a small steakhouse, in a suburban area, that served the best steaks and best drinks in town. It was mid-week, so the place was almost empty, and the service was superb. Great food, great drinks, and great conversation until Tina suggested it was time to go. "Marty, I've never seen your house. Is it near here?" "Yes. That's one of the reasons I suggested this dining-room. My house is nearby, and I was hoping you might want to finish our conversation there. So let's go." And Marty paid the cheque which, considering the size of the place, was surprisingly large, and they drove to Marty's home. It turned out to be a large older house on a large treed lot on a secluded sidestreet. Tina expressed her surprise at an athletic coach being able to afford such a mansion. Marty laughed. "I'm the black-sheep of the family. Everyone else, including my parents, are filthy rich, and I manage OK, thank you." Inside was impressive, as well, and Tina relaxed on a large couch while Marty rustled up some drinks. That done, Marty grinned and said, "How would you like to see my weightroom? It can't compare to yours, but it's fine for me." So down they went to a lower level, into a large, high-ceilinged room filled with every kind of exercise machine imaginable, including an area with racks of free weights - AND, in the centre, a large wrestling mat! Surprise! Tina grinned. "Marty, you think that just because you've been working out like a demon and practicing your most advanced wrestling skills, you can take me? Dream on, Buster, you don't stand a chance. In fact, my hand- some hero, I could take you with one hand tied behind my back. And after I do that, three falls out of three, I'll screw you senseless with BOTH hands tied behind my back. Did you think, you silly goon, that I'd asked you out tonight for a DRINK?" Marty blinked in surprise, "God, you're honest about it, anyway. What would you have done if Barbara had been here?" "Just what I'm going to do now, but with Barbara looking on. She would have enjoyed it, too, even if she loves you, you big lug. She loves muscles, and to see our two naked physiques straining, with our muscles bulging and flexing, would have turned her on like you wouldn't believe. And she would not have cared a whit who won. And then, after I licked you, as many times as you want, she would have watched me rape you until you were screwed senseless, and loved that, too. And after I had carried you up into your bed, I would come down and let her feel my muscles and look at my muscles and be enclosed by my muscles until she had one orgasm after another, then, when she was utterly and completely exhausted and lying limp and unconscious, I would screw her again till her cunt overflowed in a final ejaculation. And YOU can't do THAT! But Barbara isn't here, so let's get down to it. Now use your duct-tape to tie one of my hands behind my back - you choose which hand. But wait till I strip." So Tina stripped - not a big job, her shoes, her skirt, and her shirt, and she was naked. "Hang on a minute, Marty. You may want to see my arms flexed before you decide which one to tie behind my back." And Tina flexed her biceps, on both arms, AND her triceps, AND her traps, and her great, flaring lats, and she rippled the bulging striations of her pecs and her hard, round breasts flexed up and down. And her flat belly rippled from her great deep chest to her hairless pubic mound, her belly that was not at all a flat belly but a series of flat iron-hard plates of muscle that joined to washboard obliques that joined to rock-hard, hollowed glutes. And thrust out each of her legs, to display, in front of Marty's bulging eyeballs, bulging valleyed thighs, each as thick as her muscular waist, and iron- hard cut muscles that swelled in front of double-diamond calves. Tina turned to demonstrate the boa-constrictor snakes of muscle, now glowing with sweat, that writhed across her broad carved back, tapering from her wide, wet shoulders to her slim carved-in-marble waist, but Marty wasn't paying close attention. Marty was sitting upright on a couch, holding his hands over a rampant cock that was now spewing loads of cum, through damming fingers, down his thick, muscular legs. He looked shaken at the vision he had just seen, and wanted to see more - but not now. "Jesus Christ! Tina! That's the trouble with you kids - you don't know when to stop developing muscles. I can't believe it, but you've got a bigger and harder and more cut physique than the last time I saw it, and it was fantastic then. I'll bet it's a lot stronger now as well. Holy Shit! You bet I'll tie one of your hands behind your back, and it won't matter which one. That show of yours was deliberate, you little bitch, to make me blow my wad and weaken me for the fight. It worked, I guess, but it will still be a FIGHT! Now turn around." Tina turned around and Marty wrapped the end of a roll of duct-tape - the strong stuff, not the weaker dime store variety - around her right wrist, around her waist, around her wrist twice and around her waist once more. Her right arm was out of it! And the two naked wrestlers faced each other in the ring. It seemed absurd, looking at the two of them facing each other in a fierce, aggressive stance. One, a 6'2", 210 pound, powerfully-muscled male who was the trained coach of a championship high school wrestling team, at the peak of his physical power at thirty-two, against an attractive-looking school- girl of fifteen years, 5'4", 150 pounds of well-developed muscle, but with one arm securely tied behind her back. What outcome could there possibly be from this obvious mis-match? But...let the match begin. The two combatants slowly circled each other, looking for some opening in the other's defence. Then, like a striking snake, Marty dived at Tina's undefended right leg, seizing it near the ankle, and giving a great heave to throw Tina up in the air, to land stunned on her back on the mat. At least, that was his intention! It was not to be! As soon as Marty made his dive and grasped her ankle, Tina slammed her right foot forward, bent over his back, wrapped her free left arm around his waist and, with all her weight on her right foot, straightened upright with Marty upside down in her arms - make that, her arm - with his feet flailing helplessly in the air. Tina leaped up and landed face down on the mat on top of her struggling opponent, also face down but no longer struggling. The wind was completely knocked out of him and, with no effort at all, the powerful schoolgirl rolled the bigger - much bigger! - male wrestler onto his back, kneeled on his biceps, and held his head to the floor for a slow count of three. ONE FALL to the one-armed, smaller, but oh-so-powerfully-muscled female! Marty recovered - physically but not mentally - in a short time. "God, Tina, in spite of that erotic display of your fantastic physique before the match, I still didn't realize the strength of those striated, rippling mounds of muscle you carry on every inch of your short, over-sexed body. But now I do. You got me once, but this next round will be different. So let's go." So once more the two naked wrestlers faced off. Again they circled, slowly and cautiously, but this time it was Tina who aggressively watched for an opening in her much bigger, much heavier, but NOT STRONGER opponent's defence. They circled, then, suddenly, Tina stood up straight and stepped close to Marty. Marty, surprised by this seemingly dumb move, stood up too, and immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, enclosing both her thick muscular arms in his. He tightened his arms in a fierce bear-hug, and lifted Tina right off the mat so her feet and legs dangled uselessly in the air. Then, so her legs could not be used to break her drop to the mat, in a reverse repeat of Tina's victory move for her last fall, Marty thrust his legs between hers and separated them as he leaped in the air to land on top of his - he expected - windless adversary. But it was not to be! Tina braced the rippling pythons of muscle across her wide back as she took a deep breath and, when Marty landed on top of her, in a successful performance of his throw - he thought - his small opponent just let out her breath, and wrapped her legs, already in the position she had hoped for, around his muscular waist, locked her ankes together, and squeezed! And sqeezed! In the utmost pain in the extreme pressure of the thighs around his waist, Marty's arms relaxed their grip on Tina's arms and, immediately, his wrists were seized by two powerful hands in a grip of steel. TWO hands! Even though Tina's right arm was securely tied behind her back, her right hand was still functioning and that hand gripped Marty's right hand and held it still, and her left hand seized his left wrist and, as he struggled hopelessly to escape the cruel and punishing pressure of strong, corded legs around his waist, drew it against his other hand where his fingers were soon enclosed, with his other wrist, in an unyielding vice of flesh - strong, hard, muscular flesh. Now, with both Marty's hands securely imprisoned and Tina's left hand free to do as she willed it to, the roles were reversed. Way more than reversed! With one arm to Marty's two, Tina had easily won the first fall. With one arm to Marty's NONE, Tina was now well in the driver's seat - and she knew it! What could she do to prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt. Well, she didn't want to hurt Marty - she had another use for him later! "OK," she thought, "Being unconscious won't hurt him physically, but it may dent his ego, and that won't hurt at all. So!" With that thought in mind, Tina squeezed her locked legs together again, until her powerfully-muscled captive writhed in pain. "Tina," he cried, "You're killing me! I give! I surrender! I know you can take me three times out of three with one hand tied behind your back. I know it, and I'll tell Barbara that you did. Please let me go! Please!" Tina grinned. She had won. Against a trained, fit, beautifully-muscled wrestler, ten inches taller, 60 pounds heavier, fifteen years older than her schoolgirl age of fifteen, AND with one hand tied behind her back! She was in heaven!!! And there was more yet to come! She didn't let him go. But she did relax her legs - a little. Marty stopped groaning. Then Tina reached down with her free hand and inserted two fingers in the anus of the captive man - and Marty screamed with pain and shock. Before he could utter a word, The over-sexed muscular goddess wriggled and wiggled until his lips were even with her own - and then she clamped her lips over his, took her fingers from out of his ass, and clamped them over his nose. Then she tightened her legs around his waist once more. Marty struggled, he kicked, and he roared a muffled cry, but Tina just grinned. His struggles lessened, his kicking stopped, and his cries faded, as he sank into complete unconsciousness. A strong, eager man, now a limp lump of meat lying out cold on his captor's fantastic physique. Tina rolled over, stood up, and reaching down, with one arm, picked up her erstwhile wrestling adversary and tossed him over her shoulder. Upstairs she went, with her human load showing no signs of rcovering. On the second floor, she found the master bedroom and tossed Marty onto the bed. She looked around and liked what she saw. A big room with big furniture against the multi-mirrored walls, enclosing a huge king-size bed and lots of open floor space. Walk-in closets, and a roomy master bathroom with a shower, a jacuzzi and all else required in a bathroom. Tina smiled and planned the next part of her extravagant boast. She would screw him senseless with BOTH hands tied behind her back. She said she would - and she would! Checking her victim closely, she smiled again. Unconscious, the strong muscles covering his torso were relaxed - all of them, including his long, thick penis. But Tina knew the strength and size and hardness of that weapon when it was fully aroused - and she intended to have it fully aroused and completely inside her where she could control it - and its master(NO! Its OWNER! She intended to become its MASTER!) until he was once again as limp and senseless as he was now. First, as she regarded herself in the mirrors on the walls, she decided to give herself a preview of what she would offer her unconscious lover when he awakened and was once more an eager male. She stripped off the duct-tape securing her arm, and whipped down to the weightroom to get the rest of the roll. Then she showered to get rid of the sweat, both hers and Marty's, she had acquired during their wrestling match. Then, using the same strong tape, she secured her arms. Not the same way, of course. That could not be done by herself alone, but by wrapping lengths of the tape around both her forearms, then draping one end of each length across her back so that it adhered to both her skin and to the end of the other tape, then doing the same, with the help of various pieces of furni- ture, across the lower muscular plates of her abs, she was able to achieve complete unbreakable immobility of her arms as they lay alongside the striations of her rock-hard glutes. Then she looked at her image in the mirror. What she saw pleased her immensely. No overhead biceps flexing, of course, but, against the resistance of the restraining tape, she could harden and flex her biceps, triceps, lats, and deltoids. she could pulse her pecs and extend her hard orange-sized breasts or rotate them together or separately. Her abs were free and mobile and the plates of muscle covering them hardened and got soft, as she wanted. Her legs could flex and her muscle-valleyed thighs ripple and her striated calves led down to hard tendonned feet and muscular toes. She did all these things, then lay down on the bed, not far from Marty, to fall asleep and await developments.