Training

Strong Gal spent the next month preparing to betray her comrade. Kelvo’s training was mostly getting Strong Gal back in shape. She used the press that had crushed her bones to lift and improve her strength. She fought Kelvo’s goons to shake the rust off. Without her injuries they were a paltry task.

Strong Gal held one of Kelvo’s goons in the air by his neck. He struggled and swung his arms against StrongGal but she barely registered the desperate blows. She smiled as he slowly choked in her vice like grip. As his movement slowed and he fell limp Strong gal tossed him in a pile with the rest of his fallen comrades. She turned to the last remaining guard.

“Looks like the jobs not done.” She strode over to her final training dummy as he cowered at the edge of the room.

“Please, that’s enough.” He said and waved his arms at the camera.

StrongGal felt the surging strength of her muscles as she walked up to her final victim. She recognized him as of one of the goons who had beaten and fucked her a few weeks ago. Her thigh muscles tensed and relaxed and the tight sinews of her arms and shoulders prepared to deliver swift justice.

“Now remind me. Were you one of the guys who came down my throat?”

“Please, I’m no match for you.” He begged.

“I vaguely remember your face, maybe you were one of the dirty little fucks who came in my ass.” She cracked her knuckles and closed the gap. She towered over the man at 6’3 to his 5’11. Her rippling muscles dwarfed him even in armor. He took a desperate swing with his billy club and StrongGal let it glance off her ribs.

“Not so strong now are you?” She drew her arm back, her breasts pressed against the skin tight suit and she savored the moment, the feeling of raw power before throwing her punch into his armored chest. He traveled nearly 3 feet in the air before landing on his ass. StrongGal could hear him gasping for air.

“I hope I didn’t cave in your chest.” She said as she stood over him. She placed her bare foot on his chest and leaned in to it. “Yet.” Her thigh muscles and toned calfs flexed as she slowly began to apply pressure. The man choked for air and flailed helplessly as the armor creaked and strained. The blood ran hot through StrongGals muscular frame as she continued to apply pressure to the gasping man.

“I kind of get it now. There is something about this that makes me want to destroy you a million ways. I’m looking at this billy club here and I’m wondering if maybe it’s time for some real payback.” She placed her foot menacingly on his groin.

“Please, please don’t. You won.” He whimpered.

“Did I? Let me tally this up real quick. You and your cronies beat me senseless while i was already weak, and then you fucked the shit out of me, and then you beat me again. And I punched you once.” She pressed her toes into the soft flesh, gouging at his bait and tackle. “I feel like it would only be fair to even things out a bit.”