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Happy Hormones Crip Walking 1
(Story: DTM, Artwork: Jupiter 1)

Amy stepped out of the doorway, her massive, half-naked, golden tan body rippling with muscles. She was dressed in her favorite 'little schoolgirl' uniform, an outfit that left little to the imagination. Small black schoolgirl shoes adorned her feet, as white socks wrapped their way up her huge calves (barely able to cover their diamond hard shape). A way too-tight schoolgirl blouse was tied just below her chest, almost unable to contain her breasts. Her visible washboard abs, rippling with muscle, flexed as she softly breathed in and out. Around her waist was a tiny skirt that barely covered her massive tree trunk thighs. Teddy bear panties were visible underneath the skirt, starting to get slightly damp with arousal. Her face was made up to look young: rosy cheeks and a brilliant white smile. Her always-present pigtails hung from either side of her head, and bounced as she strode over to the man behind the desk.

The Black Burqa illustrated, part four
(Undisclosed)

The patriarchy become afraid of the Black Burqa movement, which is spreading rapidly. There's a media campaign, orchestrated by the Ministry of Truth. trying to discredit them. So the Black Burdas raid the Ministry of Truth and help the Minister to understand the true meaning of the Quran. Ayesha breaks one of his ribs, then squeezes him so hard that he can't breathe, and his bladder voids. They crushed the gates of the compound into a tangle of useless steel piled in a heap, and they left a black burqa there to show what had happened.

Amy's seduction
(Artwork: Jupiter 1)

18-year old Amy Hardstone is in detention, and she seduces the teacher, Robert Scott, who is sitting in on the detention. Why is she there? Because she got into a fight. With three guys, and gave them a severe beating, leaving them in hospital. Amy shows Robert her huge biceps and massive thighs; flexing and breaking the desk she was sitting at. Then she mashes Robert against the blackboard with her enormous breasts, almost smothering him. Amy both attracted and terrified the small teacher. And when he calls her a freak, she's upset, and shows it by mangling the desk. Robert tries to make a run for it, but is stopped by collision with Amy's hard body, and then she crushes him in her arms, leaving him unable to breathe.

The Burglar and the Walkyrie
(Artist: Athena2)

The burglar decided to try to break into a house of Jana that he should never have broken into. He makes his way by the window and finds a window open and creeps in. She then comes down the stairs. He sees she's a huge muscular woman. Without warning, she grabs him by the throat, throws him to the ground, and then stomps her foot on his neck. She then strips him down and puts on very heavy body scissors and a face lock as she hears him whimper in pain. She puts on more pressure and then smothers him with her butt and her strong muscular breasts and then starts rubbing his crotch as he starts to feel dazed She continues by putting head scissors on him as he lays there with her on top of him as she continues to stroke him after putting a painful head-scissor on him She then face smothers him more and more making hard for him to breathe twisting his nipples. She starts showing off by flexing her beautiful sexy muscles. She makes him worship her muscular legs by telling him to feel my powerful thighs as he continues to do so. She lays beside him feeling him up as he gets excited and starts smiling enjoying it as he gets totally relaxed she grabs his head and puts a huge face lock on him taking away his air he collapses on the floor and walks off camera.

The Burglar and the Walkyrie 1
(Artist: Athena2)

The burglar decided to try to break into a house of Jana that he should never have broken into. He makes his way by the window and finds a window open and creeps in. She then comes down the stairs. He sees she's a huge muscular woman. Without warning, she grabs him by the throat, throws him to the ground, and then stomps her foot on his neck. She then strips him down and puts on very heavy body scissors and a face lock as she hears him whimper in pain. She puts on more pressure and then smothers him with her butt and her strong muscular breasts and then starts rubbing his crotch as he starts to feel dazed She continues by putting head scissors on him as he lays there with her on top of him as she continues to stroke him after putting a painful head-scissor on him She then face smothers him more and more making hard for him to breathe twisting his nipples. She starts showing off by flexing her beautiful sexy muscles. She makes him worship her muscular legs by telling him to feel my powerful thighs as he continues to do so. She lays beside him feeling him up as he gets excited and starts smiling enjoying it as he gets totally relaxed she grabs his head and puts a huge face lock on him taking away his air he collapses on the floor and walks off camera.

The Black Burqa part four
(Undisclosed)

The patriarchy become afraid of the Black Burqa movement, which is spreading rapidly. There's a media campaign, orchestrated by the Ministry of Truth. trying to discredit them. So the Black Burdas raid the Ministry of Truth and help the Minister to understand the true meaning of the Quran. Ayesha breaks one of his ribs, then squeezes him so hard that he can't breathe, and his bladder voids. They crushed the gates of the compound into a tangle of useless steel piled in a heap, and they left a black burqa there to show what had happened.

The Black Burqa part four
(Undisclosed)

The patriarchy become afraid of the Black Burqa movement, which is spreading rapidly. There's a media campaign, orchestrated by the Ministry of Truth. trying to discredit them. So the Black Burdas raid the Ministry of Truth and help the Minister to understand the true meaning of the Quran. Ayesha breaks one of his ribs, then squeezes him so hard that he can't breathe, and his bladder voids. They crushed the gates of the compound into a tangle of useless steel piled in a heap, and they left a black burqa there to show what had happened.

The Black Burqa part seven
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The Black Burqas have attracted the notice of the patriarchy. I know this because they sent a man dressed in a black burqa with the intention of signing up. So they found a short guy, got him to talk in a squeaky voice and to walk without stamping his feet. He lasted about five minutes. He wasn't even able to lift 100 kilograms, so we ripped off his burqa and checked his genitals. Busted! Some of the sisters were all for punishing him severely and sending him on his way, a few wanted to kill him, but Sfiyah came up with a very clever idea. "We can keep him, and use him to feed misleading information back to his bosses." "Never," he said, "I won't betray my brothers." "Then you're no use to us," said Sfiyah, "give him to Basma, she'll play with him for a while and then kill him." Basma lifted her face veil, showed her teeth in a chilling grin, and licked her lips. Then she pulled out her tiny, but very sharp, knife. "What do you want me to do?" asked the terrified man. "Give him to me," I said, "I'll look after him, and if he resists, Basma, you can have him." Basma really hates men, and enjoys hurting them; long term. He'd probably lose his sanity after a few weeks. But I'd take care of him, and he'd be great as a double agent. So I took him home. Raafid wanted to know who she was, and why she was in his home? "Your home?" I asked. "Your home," he amended. "And mind your own business, this is Black Burqa business." Raafid shut up. He knew his place, and definitely didn't want a couple of Black Burqas on his case. And for obvious reasons, he thought that the person in this particular black burqa was a woman. "What's your name," I asked my fearful captive. "Abdullah," he replied. "So now you're also my slave," I told him. "And you will continue to wear your burqa and pose as a woman." Abdullah swallowed and nodded. I interrogated him about his mission, and how he was to report back to his superiors. As we talked, I held his hand, squeezing very gently by with the implied threat that I could crush it like a toothpaste tube. And I reminded him about Basma, and her tiny, but very sharp, knife. So he told me everything, and he was too terror-stricken to make up any lies.