"Open the safe."
"I'm sorry?" said the gentleman at the desk, "Did you say `open the safe'?"
"Yes. This is a hold-up."
"You've got to be joking. I can see you haven't even got a gun."
"Who needs a gun?" said Sandy ripping the desk from the floor, tearing it clean in half. Needless to say, she alerted the guards.
One of the officers was stupid enough to approach Sandy, and press his gun against her back. Before he knew what hit him, Miss Pherson had lifted him from the ground (using just one hand) and thrown him against the wall. She now held his gun in her hands. She turned around and, as a demonstration to all the guards, proceeded to slowly twist the metal like play-doe. The metal protested loudly, but it clearly offered no resistance to Sandy. The officers left to get reinforcements. The remaining customers fled, fearing for their lives.
Miss Pherson turned to face the cashier. He was gone. Sandy sighed and marched forwards. She powered her way through the next set of desks she came to, making the wood splinter around her gorgeous body. Soon, she had reached the safe. It had a massive steel door, clearly several feet thick. It was precisely shaped, with about a dozen iron rivets along its edges. Sandy reached out and grabbed the door, her hands easily crushing themselves into the reinforced metal. Then, Miss Pherson started to pull. Her already immense muscles bulged even more, making themselves incredibly defined. Any man watching as Sandy's beautiful physique swelled could not help but become excited. Her buns hardened, making them look like two steel balls in a piece of silk. As they tensed, they started to bulge, tearing through her bikini bottom, allowing it to fall to the floor. The cast iron safe started to creak. Now that her vagina has been revealed, Sandy feels a new burst of strength and the door started to bend outwards where she is applying her power. The steel protests loudly as it is distorted by Miss Pherson's super-strong figure.
Sandy has now mangled the safe enough to take a step back. As she does so, her arms move slightly closer together, pressing her enormous breasts together. Her bikini top can no longer take the strain and it rips, allowing her swollen bust to be clearly seen. As Miss Pherson stands there, her muscles tense, her warm body naked for all to see, she looks like a traditional greek goddess. Her tanned body is smothered with sweat, her long, blonde hair fans out behind her. her beautiful eyes stare sexily forward, watching the metal as it starts to tear. Truly, Sandy IS a heroine - sleek, strong, muscular and, above all, extremely beautiful. She really does look as if she could move mountains, kill savage beasts and uproot enormous trees. In actual fact she is far stronger that the greeks ever could have imagined - there is virtually no task beyond her.
The metal door is now bell shaped where Sandy has applied her super-human strength. Now she gives the door one final heave and it is ripped from its hinges. Miss Pherson walks into the safe, her large buttock swelling and contracting in time to her elegant movement, and surveys the contents. In front of her is thousands of gold bars. She reaches down and scoops several dozen of the heavy objects up under one arm. With her other hand she reaches out and grabs a massive crate full of solid gold and gently levers it upwards. It must weigh at least 20 tonnes, but that represents no challenge for the ultimate heroine. With ease she marches over to the edge of the safe and strides forwards. With no apparent difficulty, she smashes her way through the wall, leaving a significant hole behind her. Then, she sprints home, her money problems over. The police arrive minutes later only to find the buckled remains of a safe door and a devastated bank reception area. They refuse to believe that one (admittedly very muscular) woman could, all on her own, do as much damage with as little effort.