"Hold it right there!" said Sharon, walking closer to the man.

"Put your hands in the air!" shouted the criminal, waving the shotgun menacingly.

"Using that won't do you any good." replied Sharon, still approaching.

"Stop! Or I'll shoot!" he repeated.

Sharon ignored him.

The man shakily aimed his gun, pulled the trigger and fired. There was a brief ricochet as the bullet bounced off Sharon's superbly muscled stomach and shattered a window, but Miss Bruneau continued unabated. The man looked, clearly shocked, at his gun. Soon, the muscle-woman was close enough to reach his gun.

"I'd better take that before you do yourself some harm." she said, reaching out.

She grabbed the gun tightly and easily pulled it from his grip. Sharon held each end in a different hand. Then, she began to twist the metal easily, slowly turning it into a useless lump of metal. As the thief watched, his jaw dropped in amazement. As Sharon finished off what remained of the shotgun, the man turned on his heals and ran. Sharon dropped the mangled steel and followed him.

The robber was soon in his van. He jumped into it, started the engine and accelerated away. Seeing he was escaping, Miss Bruneau started to jog once more, her sweat-stained t-shirt straining to contain her immense bosoms as they bounced underneath. She was soon running incredibly fast, so fast that she managed to catch up with the crook. He turned his head and looked at her beautiful physique easily keeping up with the vehicle he was in, which was currently going at top speed. Sharon smiled at him and reached to her side. She pressed her hand against the metal side of the van, and slowly curled her fingers so that they dug into the material. The iron buckled easily. Sharon tightened her grip so much that the rest of the side of the van started to be pulled towards where she crushed the metal, crinkling like paper in her superhuman grasp.

Having established a secure grip, Miss Bruneau began to slow down, using her gorgeous feet to slow both her and the heavy van down. Seeing this, the man pressed his foot down even more, making the tyres spin uselessly against the tarmac, rapidly heating the rubber. Suddenly, one of the tyres burst, luckily without hurting any passers-by. However, now that Sharon had been alerted to the danger, she decided to stop the same from happening again. Her solution to the problem was, to say the least, unique. Using her secure grip on the side of the van, she proceeded to lift the vehicle from the ground, using just one arm. Her immense triceps bulged impressively as she lifted the two tonne van from the ground at a truly impossible angle. Still, her awe-inspiring body seemed to have no difficulty in accomplishing such an amazing feat of raw power. Having solved the problem, the muscular beauty-queen was free to stop the van as she saw fit. Within seconds, she had absorbed all its momentum, and she released her grip on it, allowing it to drop. It bounced as it landed, its underside scraping against the ground briefly. To stop the vehicle escaping her again, she drew back one of her muscle-packed arms and threw an unbelievably powerful punch, tearing through the engine like metal foil. Needless to say, that particular motor would never work again. She returned to the side of the van, grabbed the driver-side door and ripped it from its hinges with ease. Looking inside the cabin, she saw that the far-side door was hanging open. Using her perfect eyesight, she could see the man clawing his way through some tree-branches.

Annoyed by this, Sharon crouched down, slipped her hands underneath the vehicle, and threw it aside in irratation. She strode meaningfully towards the man. She powered her way straight through the centre of a park-bench, her thick, muscular legs snapping several dozen wooden poles simultaneously. She continued to march forwards, letting nothing stand in her way. A thick tree branch obstructed her route, so she just ignored it, snapping it off like a twig. She could see the man running ahead of her, so she took the most direct route to his position. This involved going straight through a thick oak tree. This obsticle clearly posed no difficulty for Miss Bruneau; her voluptous, muscular physique just uprooted it like it were just a sapling. She growled as she tore the oak from its roots, splintering the wood like it were not even there.

Sharon quickly caunt up with the thug, and grabbed him by the collar, easily lifting him from the ground using only one arm. She carried him like this to the phone-box, where she called the police. When they arrived, she was still holding him like this, his feet not even touching the ground. Her massive biceps bulged as she maneovered him into the panda car, easily moving his bulk like he were a childs play-thing.

*****

One by one, the metal poles snapped under the immense force Cory the Barbarian was applying. At first, the bent slowly, crinkling like foil, then they started to groan loudly, until they were finally torn from their fixings with a loud metallic twang. That was the effect Cory had on each of the bars that obstructed her entrance to the cave. She was a very beautiful woman - large 40 DD breasts, bouncing in front of her figure like two inflated footballs, immense muscles descending in ripples from her broad shoulders, clearly emphasising that this is not a woman you want to mess with. Her face was exceptionally sensual, her erotic features pouting as she parted the steel bars in front of her. Finally, Cory's hair was very long, and sandy brown in colour. She was wearing only torn pieces of cloth, hanging from her sexual organs. Oh, and what sexual organs she had! Her vagina was always steaming hot, and very, very deep. Boiling love juices always oozed slowly out of it, dribbling down her thick, powerful thighs. Her breasts, too, were constantly erect, almost tearing right through the skimpy clothing she wore.