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"Ooohh, you can't imagine how much that turns me on," breathes Cory, "I just love exerting my raw physical strength."

Just the thought of demonstrating her superhuman strength to you excites Miss Masino enough to make her nipples become harder still, erect enough to slice through titanium like a knife through melted butter. She reaches to her side and grasps one of the 5 tonne crates. Her fingertips grasp the corrigated iron so tightly that it buckles beneath her grip like tin foil. Then, Cory effortlessly lifts the 11,000 pound mass like it is totally weightless. She holds it above her head and places her other hand on the opposite side of the container. Then, she rips it apart like a damp shoebox. The sound of shrieking metal is deafening as the 5-inch thick iron is wrent asunder like wet taffy. Cory's muscles don't even flex.

Having torn away the toughened metal like the wrapping on a birthday present, the contents fall out. The 2 tonne Cadillac tumbles towards her with more than enough force to totally crush any ordinary person, but Miss Masino catches it in mid-air with a single hand. Her delicate fingers smear the metal underside against her palm like softened plastercine, making the iron whine painfully.

"Boy," she says, "these foreign cars sure are light!"

Next, Cory places the car on the ground, being careful not to smear it across the concrete like peanut butter spread. Then, she grasps the tailfins tight enough to make the metal scrunch up beneath her fingers.

"Hmmm... I think it would look better without these" she says, slowly folding the thick steel like paper.

Then, she casually smears the twisted remains of the fins against the bodywork of the car, quickly molding the two together like plastercine. The only sign that the car ever had tailfins is that the paint has been broken off and the rear lights are smashed.

"It's not very aerodynamic, is it?"

You can only nod your head in agreement.

Giving you a sexy wink, Cory walks around to the front of the 4,400 pound vehicle and places her palm on the bonnet. A smile lights up her gorgeous face as she presses down against the steel, easily bending it downwards. Soon, the bonnet is in contact with the robust engine block. The extra resistance this offers doesn't even slow Cory down. The iron is crushed like melted cheese, obediently crumpling up without the slightest hint that it offers Miss Masino any resistance.

Cory Masino is soon putting the finishing touches to her 'remodelled' Caddy. Ignoring the shattered glass and chipped paintwork, the actual metalwork is more smoothly moulded than it was before. A particularly impressive feat when you consider the original steel panels had been sculpted by powerful custom-made machinery.

"Of course, all the best cars can do 0-60 mph in less than 5 seconds," breathes Cory, "I think this one, with a few more modifications, can do 0-60 million mph in a fraction of that time."

With this, Miss Masino effortlessly hoists the large car up in the air and begins to fold it over on itself. Steel grinds against steel as the passenger compartment buckles under the tremendous strain. The windscreen explodes like sugarglass as the roof buckles like paper. The tortured metal screams as a deep tear starts to form on the underside of the vehicle. Deep rips appear in the thick iron, until eventually the car is wrent apart at the base, with only the rapidly twisting roof connecting the two halves.

Cory rapidly bends the heavy vehicle until the boot touches the bonnet. However, she doesn't stop there. With ease, the young girl presses the two thick plates of steel together, quickly making the metal buckle like paper. Very soon, the muscle girl is literally smearing metal against metal, effortlessly mangling it like treacle.

Soon, Miss Masino has reduced the large, heavy car to a super-dense ball of compacted steel, chrome and plastic about the size of a tennis ball. Then, she casually flings this high up in the air, catapulting the 2 tonne mass at almost one hundred million mph (one tenth the speed of light). You calculate that her 'casual fling' actually involved the exertion of 20 million tonnes of force; not even a ten millionth of her total strength!

"Oh my God!" you manage, "That was absolutely incredible!"

"That wasn't incredible!" replies Cory, "That was just me warming up!"

With that, she scoops you up in her arms and carries you over to the dry dock. In it is a gigantic cargo ship which has just finished being serviced. Placing you back on the ground, she starts to head towards the behemoth of a vessel.

"Lift that?!?" you utter in disbelief, "You're going to try to lift that ship?!? It must weigh well over one hundred million pounds!!"

"Lifting it? Pah! I've been able to do that since I was only ten years old!" laughs Cory, "Now I'm capable of much more impressive feats of strength than merely lifting a 50,000 tonne ship! Look and learn, lover."

With that, Cory places her hands on the underside of the huge ship. The steel groans as it forced to take the strain of supporting one hundred million pounds of wrought iron. You walk closer, looking at Miss Masino's gorgeous face - as she holds the gigantic vessel above her head it is clear that she isn't straining in the slightest.

"W-Wow!" you stammer.

Giving you a cheeky smile, Cory lets go of the boat with one hand and begins bench pressing it up and down like it is lighter than air. Judging by the way her bicep barely flexes, it is clear that the ship feels totally weightless to her awesome physique. Then the musclegirl slowly curls her little finger until it is supporting the full weight of the ship unaided!

"I've been able to do that since I was thirteen," breathes Cory as you approach, "now for the really impressive part!"

Cory proceeds to lower the ship until the cold steel rests against her swollen bosums. Leaving the immense mass resting there for a moment she stretches her muscular arms out as far apart as she can and grasps the underside of the enormous vessel tight enough to make the two foot thick steel crumple up like paper.

You notice her muscles flex ever so slightly as she begins to pull her hands together. Since her fingertips have gouged deep trenches in the thick steel, it's clear that she isn't going to loose her grip. The inevitable result is that the entire fifty thousand tonne ship begins to twist upwards like it is made of moist putty. As her powerful chest muscles flex they push her gigantic breasts outwards, pressing them with unstoppable force into the thick steel. It yields without even appearing to put up a fight, rapidly being smeared across her hard tits like hot vasoline.

Soon, you are close enough to touch Cory, and you reach out and run your fingers down her arms. They feel like flesh-covered rock, her muscular tendons bulging out like thick steel cable. Her blood-engorged biceps have absolutely no give in them, making them many millions of times harder than diamond. You pull down on her arms and end up lifting yourself from the ground, her arms totally uneffected by your 'pathetic' 200 pound bodyweight. Even a thick steel bar would have yielded slightly when suddenly and unexpectedly subjected to almost 100kg of force. You start to grasp what Cory's claim to have 'the strength of over 500 trillion male powerlifters combined' really means; that she is totally unstoppable, that no feat of strength is beyond her.

Above your head, the thick metal continues to wail in agony as it is folded over on itself like it isn't even there. Very soon, Cory has folded the 50,000 tonne mass of steel 180 degrees, so that metal touches metal. It is an incredible sight - a huge cargo ship folded over on itself and held vertically up in the air by a beautiful 5'6'' tall musclewoman.

"My God!" you yelp, "You're absolutely amazing!"

"What?!?" replies Cory, "I haven't even got started yet!"

"You mean there's more to come?!?" you ask disbelievingly.

"Of course! I've been able to fold battleships like laundry since I was sixteen! My strength's increased another four thousand fold since then!"

Cory's muscles flex a little more (although you guess she is still only using a fraction of her total strength) as she begins to pull her arms together in ernest. The thick steel doesn't stand a chance. It folds against her sensual skin like warm toffee, smearing across her skin like melted chocolate. Thousands of tonnes of toughened steel buckle against her skin like wet kitchen tissue.

Miss Masino easily increases the pressure.

The steel starts to flow like treacle, oozing out from between her fingers. To her, the hard metal feels like water delicately flowing over her sensual curves. Even her nipples carve through the solid steel like it wet soap. Some of the warm steel cannot escape from beneath her fingertips and is rapidly heated by the immense pressure. Within a fraction of a second the metal is boiled away by the intense heat.

Very quickly the cargo ship is compressed smaller and smaller until it is the size of a beachball. A few seconds later it is the size of a basketball. Just a moment later and it is little larger than a pea.

"Mmm..Oohh yes! MMmmmm..OOoohh yes! YES! YEESSS!!" screams Cory as she smears the last few remains of the huge vessel across her shapely figure.

You can only stare, slack-jawed, as Cory shivers in total ecstacy.

Eventually, she stops vibrating with pleasure, all of the steel totally obliterated by the power of her awesome muscles alone.

"Christ, that was great!" she breathes, "What now?"

• "Show me your muscles, lover!"
• "Fuck me senseless, supergirl!"