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The Lipstick Detective
(Story: Arnoldziffel1, Artwork: Tan Yk)

'Greece!' Billie wasn not punching the heavy bag at the Gargoyle Gym, she was pummeling it. Punishing it, actually. speed boxing. She flurried her fists against the heavy bag, delivering a powerful jolt with each strike. She threw hooks, crosses, jabs, and uppercuts, all with precise accuracy and tremendous strength. The bag bounced wildly on its chain, hanging tough against the onslaught of punches. She grinned at Andy, then sneered at the bag like it was an enemy. Billie finished her workout with a blistering Left, Left, Right blitzkrieg that knocked it off the hanger, slamming into the nearby wall. 'Okay, all done!' The manager groaned. 'Really, Billie? Again?' After a quick shower she changed into her work clothes. She examined what she saw in the mirror: A solid 200 pounds of toned muscle packed onto a 5 foot 7 inch frame with a ghost of baby fat here and there. Pretty, pert breasts supported by a pectoral wall. Six abs the size of her fists proudly making their presence known below her peaches and cream skin. She slipped on a sleeveless shirt and flexed her right arm, a rock hard hill of muscle forming beside her big shoulder. 'Flabby bitch!' she laughed.

The Black Burqa illustrated, part one
(Undisclosed)

My name is Ayesha. I am a pious Muslima, married to Raafid, my four off springs are Maryam, Gamali, Nasif and baby Kaadiha. I wear the veil, because I am a modest woman. I'm not smart like my friend Sfiyah. She seems to know everything. I read my Quran, and I'm still rather ignorant, unskilled and often I don't understand what people are saying. But I'm happy. At least, I was happy, until Raafid decided that he didn't like my cooking. To be honest, I don't blame him - cooking is one of the many skills I've never mastered. My food comes in two varieties, soggy or burned. So for the last two years, we've been at loggerheads. First, he spoke to me and told me to improve my cooking. I asked "How?" but he didn't have an answer. Then he tried to punish me by not joining me in bed. That's supposed to be a punishment? And when neither of those worked, he started beating me. They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. That seemed to be true for me - I noticed that I was thickening in the places where the blows landed. And it was hard muscle, protecting my body from Raafid's rod. He kept it hanging on a hook on the wall, and I knew that when he took it down, I was in for another beating.

My Muscle Honey Bitch 2 (Vintage)
(Artist: Athena2)

I love my Muscle Honey who is such a BITCH at times! She loves to dominate me with her muscles and lift and carry me around. She loves to back me into the wall and knee kicks to my belly. OOOO it hurts sooo good! Then she throws me on the bed by my hair and pounces all her 180 pounds of pure raw muscle on top of me and holds me down so i cannot get up. Hey guess what . .. I don't wanna get up! Won't ya cum and watch how bad she is!!! Ms. Blonde Muscle Power continues her total domination over her honey by pinning him down on the bed with her huge and powerful physique of raw female muscle. He cannot even move! She sits on his face with her hard humogous glutes. She then flips him over like a ragdoll and belly punches him , then it's body scissors from hell that will crush your ribs, and finally she pulls him to the floor in a crushing bicep head lock. She exemplifies Raw Blonde Female Muscle Power!!!

My Muscle Honey Bitch (Vintage)
(Artist: Athena2)

I love my Muscle Honey who is such a BITCH at times! She loves to dominate me with her muscles and lift and carry me around. She loves to back me into the wall and knee kicks to my belly. OOOO it hurts sooo good! Then she throws me on the bed by my hair and pounces all her 180 pounds of pure raw muscle on top of me and holds me down so i cannot get up. Hey guess what . .. I don't wanna get up! Won't ya cum and watch how bad she is!!! Ms. Blonde Muscle Power continues her total domination over her honey by pinning him down on the bed with her huge and powerful physique of raw female muscle. He cannot even move! She sits on his face with her hard humogous glutes. She then flips him over like a ragdoll and belly punches him , then it's body scissors from hell that will crush your ribs, and finally she pulls him to the floor in a crushing bicep head lock. She exemplifies Raw Blonde Female Muscle Power!!!

Pain nurse part one
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A lot of people don't really understand about pain. I do, because I'm a pain nurse. Pain has two purposes. The obvious purpose is to alert you to the fact that something is wrong. If you pick up a too-hot plate, the pain is telling you to take rapid action before more damage is done. That's what everyone knows. But pain has a second purpose. The sensation of pain is transmitted from the damage site to the brain via the nervous system, and the body responds by taking actions to fix the problem, so that healing starts immediately. But sometimes, the pain sensation is inadequate, or is "referred". A referred pain is when you feel pain in the wrong place. For example, if you have a heart problem, you can't feel pain in your heart - the pain is felt in your left arm, elbow and shoulder. That's when the pain nurse comes in. If the pain is insufficient or referred, my job is to boost the pain. I have a number of different techniques that I can use, but rather than give a textbook exposition, I'll describe some case studies (the patient's names are, of course, anonymised). If you want a textbook, I'd suggest Wall & Melzack's "Textbook of Pain", available from many online bookshops.

The Black Burqa part one
(Undisclosed)

My name is Ayesha. I am a pious Muslima, married to Raafid, my four off springs are Maryam, Gamali, Nasif and baby Kaadiha. I wear the veil, because I am a modest woman. I'm not smart like my friend Sfiyah. She seems to know everything. I read my Quran, and I'm still rather ignorant, unskilled and often I don't understand what people are saying. But I'm happy. At least, I was happy, until Raafid decided that he didn't like my cooking. To be honest, I don't blame him - cooking is one of the many skills I've never mastered. My food comes in two varieties, soggy or burned. So for the last two years, we've been at loggerheads. First, he spoke to me and told me to improve my cooking. I asked "How?" but he didn't have an answer. Then he tried to punish me by not joining me in bed. That's supposed to be a punishment? And when neither of those worked, he started beating me. They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. That seemed to be true for me - I noticed that I was thickening in the places where the blows landed. And it was hard muscle, protecting my body from Raafid's rod. He kept it hanging on a hook on the wall, and I knew that when he took it down, I was in for another beating. 15 minutes.

PocketMen2
(Story: GyroFM)

By GyroFM A story about guys who lose control looking at muscular women in public settings. 'I eat people like you for breakfast!' she tells me in a strong and confident tone! She is driving me crazy; she has got me pinned against the wall; I can not move. Tatiana lifts her leg and rests her knee on my dick. 'You can not take it anymore, can you?' She tells me and starts rubbing her knee on my cock. She makes me have an orgasm in seconds! Tatiana leaves me, and I fall to the floor with strong spasms from the incredible orgasm! Then she gets dressed and goes out. I never thought that the ugly and insignificant girl that she was at the beginning would turn me on and make me lose my mind so much!

The Black Burqa part one
(Undisclosed)

My name is Ayesha. I am a pious Muslima, married to Raafid, my four off springs are Maryam, Gamali, Nasif and baby Kaadiha. I wear the veil, because I am a modest woman. I'm not smart like my friend Sfiyah. She seems to know everything. I read my Quran, and I'm still rather ignorant, unskilled and often I don't understand what people are saying. But I'm happy. At least, I was happy, until Raafid decided that he didn't like my cooking. To be honest, I don't blame him - cooking is one of the many skills I've never mastered. My food comes in two varieties, soggy or burned. So for the last two years, we've been at loggerheads. First, he spoke to me and told me to improve my cooking. I asked "How?" but he didn't have an answer. Then he tried to punish me by not joining me in bed. That's supposed to be a punishment? And when neither of those worked, he started beating me. They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. That seemed to be true for me - I noticed that I was thickening in the places where the blows landed. And it was hard muscle, protecting my body from Raafid's rod. He kept it hanging on a hook on the wall, and I knew that when he took it down, I was in for another beating.