Terry P. "Strength Queen"  Chapter V
By Denny K
"The Great Jail Break"

dennyk@compuserve.com

Bob was fading fast as the booze took hold of him but I hated to 
give up now as he was really spilling the "gory details" that I was 
looking for.  I had learned that Terry was "freaky" strong and, in 
the past, had been a real wild-women.  I had spent the better part of 
two hours with him and we hadn't even got through the first half of 
the Florida week.  I stopped him and ask if he remembered 
anything that he had not told me till this point.  He looked and me 
and said, "Only the jail break".  

This whole interview had been stranger than fiction, and now it 
really took a surprise turn.  I ask...what jail break?  

Bob began his story after another round was served.  I had 
switched to diet Pepsi's about six drinks ago.  He told me that after 
the van had been on the road for about four hours, they were pulled 
over as they crossed into Florida by some small town cop. The cop 
took the drivers licenses of one of the girls and told her to follow 
him to the station.  The station was quite a distance and the girls 
figured something wasn't right.  Upon arrival the cop escorted the 
group through an old time courthouse to where the jail cells were 
kept.  The group walked through a big oak door where the cop told 
them to remove everything from their pockets and place it on a 
desk that stood in the center of the room.  He removed a set of keys 
from one of the desk drawers and told the girls to get in one cell 
and the guys in the other. The girls ask if they were under arrest, 
and if so what was the charge.  The cop made no reply and just told 
the kids that they would have a chance to talk to the judge soon.  
The cop then left the group and locked the cells and the big oak 
door behind him.  

As the girls were sitting in their cell they heard a car pull up 
outside of their cell.. And they heard the cop speaking to 
someone.  Pat noticed that the reason that they could hear so well 
was a barred window was open about fifteen feet above the cell 
floor. She asked Terry to pick her up so that she could look out the 
window.  Terry put her hands against the wall like she was being 
searched by the police and told Pat to crawl on.  Pat scampered up 
Terry's back and stood on Terry's shoulders.  But even though Pat 
was 5'8" tall she was still four feet short of the window.  Pat said,
"Terry I got to get up to that window, I think they are talking about 
us".  Pat had been a gymnast and was in pretty good shape. At 135 
pounds she wasn't really a tiny girl...but built pretty well.  
Terry straightened to a standing position and put the palms of her 
hands on her shoulders facing up.  She told Pat to step into her 
hands and she would throw her up to the window.  Pat did as she 
was told and with one burst of raw power Terry threw her almost 
five feet straight up!  Pat grabbed onto the bars and managed to 
hold on and listen to the conversation.  Terry then asked Debbie to 
crawl onto her shoulders as Pat had done and let Pat stand on 
Debbie's shoulders so that she wouldn't have to hang from the 
bars.  Debbie was the Pamela Anderson of the group and was a real 
knockout in a bikini.  


Pat crawled down and reported what she had heard to the group.
"That hick cop was talking to the judge  and the judge is going to 
fine us all the money we have for speeding".  "He says that we will 
have to wire home for more money to pay the fine he's going to 
nail us for". The judge told the cop that he couldn't hear the case 
tonight, "so let those Yankee kids spend a night in the jail".  Then 
the Judge and cop both laughed.  The cop then left the station and 
left us locked in the cells!  If a fire would have started we would 
have been killed.  

Pat said, "something's not right here", "Terry, you think that you 
could break us out of here"?  Taking into account what we had 
witnessed today...no one had any doubt that Terry would have 
the best chance to pull something off.  Terry asked us, "did anyone 
see where the cop put the keys to these cells"?  Pat, said that she 
saw the cop put them in the desk drawer...but it may be locked.
And, said one of the guys, we're also locked in by that big thick 
oak door! Terry studied the cell for awhile.it was old and the bars 
were rather widely  spaced compared to modern jail cells. They 
resembled the jail cells that were portrayed on the old "Andy of 
Mayberry" show. 

Terry decided that she would try to rattle the lock with her 
powerful grip and perhaps it would bend or break. She grabbed one 
bar on the door and one bar on the door jamb and tried shaking the 
door and lock apart.  Although she got the lock to bend a little it 
wouldn't break. Terry then walked up to the cell door and
 rammed it with her chest a few times  in anger.  The guys in the 
next cell could actually see the cell door bow as she hit it with her 
big powerful ribcage. One of the guys yelled "those bars are harder 
than that nice soft water that you dove into today", 'you're wasting 
your time Terry, we're stuck here". (The guy remembered 
watching the SWAN DIVE at the lake)  He went on, "at least use 
your shoulders, don't be a dumb cunt and break you ribs". "These 
bars are 1/2 inch steel, you and that big chest of yours don't stand a 
chance against them".  "You maybe powerful, but if I were you I'd 
get some sleep".


Terry, who was getting pissed, took the bait. The rest of the girls in 
the cell with Terry yelled back, "don't fuck with her, she's our 
only chance out of here"!  Terry started at the back of the cell, a 
distance of about eight feet, and with those big 28" python thighs 
driving that massive chest forward, she slammed into the cell door  
not once but five or six times!  Bob told me he could hear her 
breath being pushed out of her lungs as the cell door would not 
give in to the massive impact.  HOOOOOOO!!!! 
HOOOOOO!!!!!!!! And after a few seconds pause as she would 
run her big chest into the bars again.  Finally, Pat had to stop her or 
Terry would have continued until she used up her 
strength....and the girls knew that need Terry to be as strong as 
possible.  Debbie, who had just met Terry the day before asked, 
"doesn't that hurt"?  Terry ,who at this point, was starting to get 
frustrated replied, "God gave you looks......for some 
reason He gave me this tremendous strength. "I must have this 
strength and size for some reason but I don't know what it is".  
"Personally Debbie, I'd rather look like you". "But to answer your 
question, look at the size of my ribs, each one is as thick as your  
wrist'  'And God played another big joke me, instead of boobs I 
have these big slabs of muscle covering them'." So no, Deb this 
really doesn't bother me in the least".  "But Damn! I really believe 
that if I had enough time and enough room I could beat that door". 
Terry then yelled at the guys cell, "If I had more running room I'd 
take that damn door down with my chest just to show you guys"!  

Pat looked at Terry and asked, "what do you want to try now? we 
have to get out of here". Terry stepped back to the rear of the cell 
and removed her sandals and slacks. Terry looked at Pat and said, 
"well, time  for the HEAVY ARTILLERY".  Pat replied, "Oh shit! 
girls move away from the door, give her some room".  But before  
Debbie stepped to the side of the cell she went over and looked at 
the door where Terry had been ramming it and noticed that the bars 
were indeed damaged and bent slightly outward.  Debbie said, 
"damn, I bet you could take that door down if you had the room"!


Terry approached the cell door and  wound up her big hips and 
started "bumping" the part of the door that contained the lock.  
Over the years she had learned that shifting her 46" hips could 
generate tremendous force in a very small area.  She had even 
taken up "Belly Dancing" to develop a very efficient way to use 
her hips, and  (as an added benefit) to entertain her male friends. 
She'd pound her right hip into the lock plate  and then pivot 180 
degrees and then pound her left hip.  She wasted very little motion 
to develop a bone crushing impact.  Bob said that he could  hear 
that she was developing tremendous force by the loud "THUD" 
that he heard every time she struck the door. In fact she was hitting 
the door so hard that dust fell from the ceiling.  Terry said, "damn, 
this steel is tough!  I've never had anything stand up to my chest 
let alone my hips like this  before". She pounded and pounded for 
about ten minutes but the lock wouldn't give.  The girls started to 
get alarmed because of the noise and Pat said, "Terry, your going 
to have to try something else..your making too much 
noise.someone will hear".  Terry studied the bars and asked the 
girls who had the smallest hips...Pat was thin and Terry felt her 
plan might work.  


Terry attacked the bars with her powerful arms and traps and her 
back swelled so much that Bob thought that her blouse would rip 
to shreds.  The bars started to bend...but then stopped.  Terry 
said, "I have to get into a better position and get some leverage".  
"Get me those cots, push them to the front of the cell".  The girls 
tried but the cots were bolted to the floor.  Terry  tried crawling 
under the cots but her ribcage was so thick that she couldn't fit.  
She stood and grabbed the bed's frame and began to lift, we could 
hear her strain as she pitted her 200+ pound body against the 
concrete anchors.  First one bolt pulled free from the floor and then 
the second. She bent the heavy cot up and free of the floor but the 
two bolts at the rear of the cot wouldn't break free. Terry again got 
on her back and slid under the cot and into a bench-press position 
where she pitted her big arms against the cot frame  and broke  the 
heads off of the remaining two bolts. As Terry went to stand, she 
struck her head on a pipe that was sticking out of one of the cells 
walls. Bob heard her scream "SHIT"  and for a few brief seconds 
she lost her temper. In that sudden and uncontrolled rage she 
literally ripped the second cot from its four bolt anchors, and threw 
it toward the cell door. Keep in mind that these cots were made of 
heavy angle iron and weighed over 200 pounds apiece! She was 
pacing around the cell holding her head.  Pat told Terry to stop it as 
she was using up her strength and accomplishing nothing.  When 
she regained her composure she lifted the second cot and placed it 
on top of the first as if it were made of aluminum. 

A bump was appearing on Terry's head where she had struck the 
pipe and she was not happy.  Terry crawled up on the cots and laid 
on her side.   By  sticking her feet on one bar and putting her hands 
on the bar next to it she could now get some serious leverage.  It 
looked as though she was doing a horizontal "dead lift".  Terry ask 
the girls for some cloth so that she could cushion her hands from 
the huge force that she was going to exert on the bars. And then the 
pull began.

Slowly the bars started to "creak"  and we could hear Terry's 
guttural growl as she started to spread the bars.  The bars were now 
bent in this fashion  I (  ) I . Terry asked Pat to try to squeeze 
through  the circular portion of the bend but Pat's hips wouldn't fit.
Terry then went back to her horizontal dead-lift position on the cot 
and bent the bars to the right of her first bend.  So the bars now 
looked like this  I (  ) I  (  ) I  ..Terry then put her thighs through 
each of the circular bends.  The physical exertion had caused 
Terry's thighs to be covered with sweat and the sweat acted like a 
lubricant as she slid her thighs in to the bars as far as they would 
go. Terry's thighs were so thick that she had to relax the muscles 
and force her thighs into the holes.  She then reclined on the cot 
and straightened  and flexed both legs at once, making the circles 
bent into the bars bend to  the size of her thighs.  She kept pushing 
her thighs further and further into the bars until the bars were up to 
and touching her pussy, thus making the two holes approximately  
28" in diameter.


Terry then locked her ankles and reclined back onto the cot.  You 
could see the concentration on her face as she started to moan.  
She began rocking her body up and down off of the cot as she 
applied the full force of those monster thighs to the tough steel 
bars.  Slowly the bars started to bend, it was tough for Terry to get 
a good mechanical advantage with her thighs spread so far apart.
But through the course of about twenty minutes the bars kept 
getting squeezed closer and closer.  When the bars reached the 
width of a mans head,  (Terry later told me that the maximum 
squeezing power she achieved between her 28" thighs occurred 
about six inches from her pussy) Terry really turned on the power 
and the bars almost "snapped" together!!!!  So now the bars looked 
like this  I (        )I(        ) leaving two 28" by 34" oval holes in the 
bars and Pat had plenty of room to slither through the bars.  One of 
the guys shouted, "boy, I'd hate to do oral on you"!  The girls all 
laughed and Terry yelled back, " I love oral, just don't piss me 
off".


Pat returned from the desk with the keys to the cell and opened the 
girls cell first.  As Pat was walking to open the guys cell Terry 
stopped her and said "wait a minute", " I want to show these guys 
something".  Pat said, " Terry, don't play games we have to get out 
of here"!  But Terry would have none of it.  She looked at Pat and 
said, "listen, my head hurts, my inner thighs are bruised, my hands 
hurt, and these guys were really trying to bust my stones".  I want 
to take it out on that big oak door, and I want the guys to watch".
" If nothing else, it will make me feel better OK".  The girls said 
"Ok Terry, but we have got to get out of here soon, we don't know 
when the cop is coming back, and we've been in here over an hour 
and a half".


The guys cell was right in front of the big oak door so they would 
have a front seat to the action.  They said, "com'on Terry you have 
nothing to prove, we want to help you with the door".  But Terry 
ignored them.  Bob said because of the Florida heat and all of the 
power that Terry had used on the cell she was soaked through with 
sweat.  So the guys watched as the 5'1" 200+ pound, barefoot 
block of muscle attacked the big, thick oaken door.

It was at least a thirty foot distance from the rear of the cell block 
to the oak door, and Terry used it all to get up a good head of 
steam to propel her 50" chest straight-on into the door.  On her first 
attempt no damage was done to the door or Terry's chest.  But 
quite a loud "thud" was heard as Terry literally got up to full speed 
and jumped into the air before ramming her 200+ pound body into 
the thick door.


Bob said that Terry must have charged at that door with her chest 
at least ten times.  And every time she hit the door the building 
would shake. Finally on her tenth attempt the door started to 
"crack".  The crack occurred right  at  the lock and Terry knew that 
she had defeated the "mighty oak" door. Pat said, "alright Terry 
you've proven your point, take the door down now! You're 
wasting time".  Terry had herself so psyched up that she yelled 
"damn" ! And head-butted the door with that super-thick neck, and 
rock-hard skull, putting a dent in the door!

Pat let the guys out of their cell and they rushed to get the oak door 
open.  Terry yelled "get the fuck out of my way, that doors mine"!  
She went into her "bump" motion, with her huge hips, and 
smashed the door into kindling.  The guys and girls picked up their 
property from the desk and ran from the courthouse and into their 
van.  Debbie yelled, "hey, Terry's not here".  Just then their 
attention was drawn to a noise from the next car over.  Terry was 
doing the "bump" on the towns other police car, inflicting 
thousands of dollars of damage! 

As we drove out of town, waiting for the police to stop us any 
second, Terry started to laugh.  We ask her what as so funny?
She said, "I can't find clothes to fit, boots to fit over these gigantic 
calves,  men in general, and I'm tired of getting called fat all my 
life".  "But every once in awhile I get some satisfaction like 
humbling that hick cop and that asshole judge who were trying to 
rip us off".  "Imagine the explaining they'll have to do to the 
mayor when they discover that I did thousands of dollars damage 
to their jail and their car".  "And the hick cop was too stupid to 
even take our names or write down our license number, because he 
figured no one could escape"!  "I wish I had more time, I would 
have really wrecked their courthouse, and DAMN!  I'd like to have 
another crack at that cell door"!


Terry then made us promise not to repeat anything we had seen her 
do today to  the male friend that she was to meet in Florida this 
week. She said that she did not want him to find out that she was 
much stronger than he was...it would hurt his ego.  One of the 
guys said,  " you know what they say Terry, opposites attract,  I'll 
bet your boyfriend is a 150 pound geek".  Terry replied, "as a 
matter of fact, he's a super heavyweight, world champion power-
lifter...and man can he take care of me"!  

For our whole stay in Florida we all looked over our shoulders for 
the hick cop.....but I think Terry figured that her big body and 
her "freaky" strength could get her out of any scrape.