StrongGal part 1

“StrongGal” as she called herself was indeed quite strong. She could lift a car above her head and her strength gave her the ability to move faster than most small vehicles. She was not the strongest hero on the planet, not by a long shot, but she was smart and she posed an interesting target. The Doctor had been steadily testing her abilities over the last year, sending small time villains after her with various weapons and tools to gauge their effects. The first few villains were trounced easily, her speed and strength were not easy to match and she resisted most forms of physical damage. She avoided gunfire rather than just ignoring it, but when a medium caliber bullet left nothing but a bruise it became clear this was not going to be an effective method. On his third attempt he put a small construction team in danger by destabilizing the scaffolding near where StrongGal patrolled. Once she was on the scene he had one of his ops team hit her with a small bus. The bus didn’t fare so well but she was noticeably in pain and woozy afterwards. That had been an expensive piece of information. More attempts lead to more information, she ran with some other heroes so sometimes he got a deal and was able to test multiple heroes at once. He had managed to capture one of the flying heroes at one point but he didn’t have any remarkable abilities. His wing suit was a good piece of tech but his information was the only use he held. He sent him to Russia to be tortured for the information.

Today though, today was the true test. He brought the flying man back stateside and prepared him in an abandoned warehouse. He would be the bait. He armed his men with flashbangs and gas and they waited. Kelvo watched from a safehouse nearby using cameras to monitor the outcome. He sent the footage to a news outlet and hoped that only StrongGal would show.

The fight was short. Despite her impressive physical abilities and combat prowess, StrongGal was not invincible. The flashbangs seared her corneas and the gas filled her lungs. She injured several of Kelvo’s men but the stun batons and the gas had her limping and lurching blindly about the warehouse. The abduction team moved in and secured heavy manacles around her wrists and ankles and a mask to her face through which they pumped a mix of oxygen and more gas. Her chest heaved as she came in and out of consciousness as they transported her to a remote location. She was placed in a room made of thick steel and left shackled on the ground. Kelvo watcher her wake through a video monitor.

“StrongGal! Welcome back.”

“Where am I?” She sat up dazed in her damaged costume. Her pale skin showed through rips in her full body leotard. Her muscles rippled as she rose to stand. She was almost 6’2 was muscular to boot, an intimidating solihouette. Her bust was held by the leotard but the internet had noticed her large breasts and voluptuous ass and it was not uncommon to see drawings and videos depicting her domming other supers.

“You don’t really need to know that.”

“Who are you?”

“I am a scientist and you are here so that I can study you.” She rolled her eyes.

“Dr. Weird? This again? Lets skip the part where you try to shove something up my ass this time if you please.” Kelvo was a little taken aback. He hadn’t heard of this escapade.

“Unfortunately this won’t be so fun. I need to know what makes you ****.”

“It seems like you already figured it out.” She waved her manacled hands about. Kelvo couldn’t help but chuckle. He pressed a button and StrongGal was thrown to the floor, her manacles slamming into the ground drawn by the super magnets in the floor. She grunted as she was now stuck on her knees with her wrists firmly secured to the floor. She wrenched at the restraints and Kelvo watched as the metal bracelets began to separate slightly from the ground. She grunted and strained but relented with a bang as the gap she struggled to create was sealed again.

“This is feeling a lot like Dr. Weird’s template for interrogation.” Kelvo had a sinking feeling that her confidence wasn’t unfounded. He wracked his brain for a mistake he made or something he might have missed but couldn’t think of it. He pressed another button and the thick steel surrounding her cubic cell lifted to reveal thicker plate glass. “I’ll give you that you’re more prepared than Weird was but again, the steps to this dance are feeling familiar.”

“I supposed we are alike in that we both wish to see the results of our work.” Kelvo pointed at one of his employees and they worked their keyboard. The section of the ceiling above StrongGal began to lower, foot by foot the steel slid past the rest of the roof until the hydraulic pylon it was mounted on was revealed. It descended towards it’s target slowly with a loud whine.

“You’re going to crush me?” She asked, almost baffled. “You know I got hit by a bus a few months ago and didn’t even need physical therapy?”

“I am well aware of your bus accident, it was that day that I realized you may not be as impervious as your reputation suggests.”

“I can’t see how that’s the conclusion you came to.” The press stopped about a foot before it made contact with StrongGals back. Kelvo took his finger off the received and turned to the man at the computer.

“Is everything in place? Check measurements, I need to make sure we know exactly how much **** is being applied.”

“Copy that sir, we are good to proceed.”

“Good, go ahead.” Time to see results. The whine of the pylon’s descent began again and made contact with StrongGal’s rear and shoulders. The whine continued but it ceased moving.

“Feeling a little tight in my lower back, could you line it up there?” The heroine joked. Kelvo ignored her.

“Begin ramping up to 1 ton of ****.” His assistant made some adjustments on the interface and the whine of the hydraulics grew louder. No visible movement from the press or StrongGal as the amount of **** applied increased. She looked bored as the machine struggled against her powerful frame.

“Push towards 2 tons, the weight is distributing equally across a center of mass, she will be able to withstand more than we initially predicted. Once we hit 2 tons reduce the climb by half.” Kelvo ordered. The flat surface of the press still didn’t budge but the arch in StrongGal’s back had faded, the plate now lay flat against the full length of her backside, no longer propped up by her rounded ass and broad shoulders. It was obvious that she was now straining to hold the object at bay.

“2 tons sir.”

“Keep it steady, continue to increase the pressure until she collapses.” Kelvo smiled. He had prepared for this. She was already struggling to hold the weight. He could work it up to the point where she started to sweat and then wait her out. She would tire eventually. StrongGal shifted her weight and the press took the space she gave it. Her knees and elbows were being driven into the hard floor and she was shocked to begin to feel the pain seeping up to her brain. Kelvo knew she would have to reposition. Her joints would be the points of failure.

The weight continued to climb towards 3 tons and StrongGal was beginning to sweat. Droplets spattered on the floor beneath her as the pain in her knees began to become unbearable. Her arms began to shake and with each muscle twitch she was **** further down towards the floor.

“It seems like we’re getting close to finding a limitation to your strength. Perhaps you should have chosen a less ambitious monicker.” Kelvo gloated.

“Come down here and we can see how far smarm gets you.” StrongGal spat.

“I think I’ll enjoy watching your body collapse in on itself from here.”

StrongGal didn’t respond. Her face was a seal of determination as her muscles burned and her bones strained under the intense pressure. She would have to reposition of her legs would snap. With a frustrated cry she lurched forward, her legs straightening and her arms folder to next to her breasts. The press closed the gap instantly and now she was pinned on her stomach, her head protected by her shoulder blades. Her muscled ass flattened against the inevitable steel and her breasts spread uncomfortably beneath her chest.

“I wonder if you’ll be such a hearthrob when your tits are smashed into pancakes? Will you turn as many heads?”

StrongGal screamed as the press continued to crush her into the ground. Her entire body felt like it would collapse. She could hear the cartilage in her ribs crackling. She coughed as the air was **** from her lungs. Each breath was a **** gasp against the almost 4 tons of pressure collapsing her body.

“Note the weight and keep it steady. Leave it on. I’m going to get up close.”

Kelvo left through the door to his observation room and made his way down several flights of stairs. He keyed a code into a door and entered the outer side of the glass walls in which StrongGal was currently being crushed. He circled the cage so that she could see him. Her eyes bored into him as she battled to draw breath into her collapsing lungs. Her body was not visibly broken, though it was hard to tell with the massive steel plate covering most of her. It seemed that the strength of her foundation was not quite so exaggerated. Kelvo would have been dust 100 times over. Kelvo watched as she squirmed.

“The pressure in your head must be excruciating.” Kelvo spoke into one of the microphones hanging on wires throughout the observation room. “If i listen closely I can hear your bones cracking. I imagine if I turned up the pressure just a bit more, you would pop.” He smiled.

“Congratulations.” StrongGal huffed as she spoke, drawing short tiny breaths as she flexed her ass and shoulders to prevent the press from stealing the space from her lungs. “You found something stronger than me.”

“Is that not a little disappointing? To base your entire identity around one trait and have it not be enough?” Kelvo mocked.

“I’m strong enough.” The heroine grunted as her body screamed in agony. Every muscle and bone was under intense pressure, her brain was overwhelmed with all of the signals from her body telling her what was broken.

“You couldn’t even save your companion. What is strong enough really if that’s true?”

“Come find out.” StrongGal spat into the ground.

“In due time.” Kelvo snapped his fingers and a mechanical arm descended from the hole above the pylon. It bore a needle which it attempted to poke StrongGal with. The needle bent. “You must have trouble with your flu shot.” StrongGal roared in pain and frustration. The arm returned with a new needle and this one sat for a moment on the taught skin of her thigh before also bending. The next needle hit its mark, as it began to draw blood from it’s victim.

“That is one of the strongest metals known to man, very expensive. But also not THE strongest. Another place you come up short.” Kelvo watched as his prisoner began to tire. Her body was exhausted and broken. “It seems we’ve reached your limit.” He waved at his team and the press pushed further towards the ground before jolting back towards the ceiling. StrongGal screamed as the press crushed her and released. Her organs pushed back to where they belonged and the pain of the release was almost as bad as the final blow. StrongGal didn’t move, her body looked like a discarded rubber doll. Her muscles were all slack, drooping around cracked bones. Her breath came in shallow gasps.

“More to come.” Kelvo exited.