You lay down in your lavish hotel suite. Caroline is out training, toning her body to perfection. Thinking of her, you start to slowly fall asleep. Suddenly, you are awakened as you hear some people troop up the stairs. Their approach your door. The handle rotates, and the door opens. You hear a brief 'twang' as the lock is torn. Behind the door is a line of beautiful women. They are all clearly very fit, and are well proportioned. They are the contestants for the 'World Fitness Pageant'.
"Hiya Tom!" says the American entrant, clearly the strongest, "We're hear to make sure you vote for us!"
At this, all the ladies march in and line themselves up at the end of your bed. There are about a dozen of them, all parading for you. Most of them are in brightly coloured bikini's, emphasising their ample cleavage.
"Now, Tom, we are going to shag you."
"Are you serious?"
At this, the American girl (Karen Preston if your memory serves you correctly) tears her bikini top off and says:
"Of course I'm serious."
Staring at her sizeable bust, you reply:
"I'd love to... But I can't. Just think what Caroline would do if she found out!"
"Caroline? Your lover is Caroline Everson?"
"Yes."
"She won't find out. Besides, I'll handle her."
Clearly, Miss Everson's reputation for strength hasn't reached America yet.
"No. I can't let you do that."
"Tough. I'm gonna shag you whether you want me to or not."
"You really ARE serious, aren't you?"
"Yep."
"Oh. One problem though. There isn't enough room in this bed for all 12 of us."
"No problem," says Karen, snapping her fingers.
The entrants for Spain and France about turn and exit the room. They each go to a different room, kick down the door and march up to the bed. Each of the rooms they choose has a two single bed in it, so they scoop these up, carries one under each arm. A few minutes later the two fit ladies return and delicately place the four beds on the floor. Then, to get the beds together, they push the beds back, one with each hand, up against the wall. Watching the beds slide, you say:
"Shouldn't you move the bedside tables first?"
"No need," says Miss Preston, smiling at you.
You watch in rapt admiration as the two foreign fitness queens crush the tables between teh beds and the wall. The tables snap and splinter, easily being crushed into a pile of broken wood.
"Now, baby, the real fun begins!"
Karen sits down and does the splits, tearing her thong in half. She stands again, her naked body glistening in the light. Her physique is comparable to Caroline's, but Miss Everson still wins hands down. She signals to the other girls and they proceed to tear off their bikini bottoms. Then, they insert their fingers and frig themselves, making their tits swell visibly. The remaining article of clothing rips from their bodies, fluttering onto the floor. You are now faced with eleven super-strong, superbly muscled, very voluptous naked women. You penis hardens rapidly. You look at the other ladies - they are extraordinarily sexy, but nowhere near as hot as Superwoman. Despite this, they are absolutely gorgeous. Their nipples harden as they look at the lump in the bed where your penis swells.
With great effort, you manage to say weakly:
"I-i c-can't let you d-do this. I l-love Caroline."
Karen smirks, and says: "Miss Everson is NOTHING compared with me!"
Then, Karen tears away the bedclothes, revealing your naked body. She lies on top of you and kisses you face lovingly. She slides her cunt over your dick, making herself squeal with pleasure. She invites the other ladies.
The other fitness women pack themselves around you, pressing their hard bodies against ever inch of your skin. They grasp you hands and rub them over their bodies, making you feel their contours. If you hadn't met Caroline, this would be your idea of heaven. But, now that you have, you don't want to loose her. So, still shivering with excitement, you start to thump your fists against Karen's muscular body. She doesn't even notice.
It is at this point that Caroline enters the room. She is soaked with sweat from her 100 mile sprint, making her t-shirt virtually transparent.
"What the FUCK is going on here?" she asks, her nostrils flaring.
"They're fucking raping me!" you shout, determined not to loose Caroline.
She hears your voice, and demands:
"What? You've got Tom pinned under there?" Karen smiles broadly and nods. "You bitches. I kill the lot of you."
She grabs two of the entrants, lifts them from the ground and slams them against the wall, making the concrete crumble and snap. She threw them so hard that they are knocked unconscious.
"Now. Move." insists Superwoman.
They all make a hasty exit, except Karen. She puffs her chest up and says:
"You're not so tough. I'm stronger than you any day."
At this, Karen pulls back her fist and throws a superhumanly strong punch at Caroline. Miss Everson reaches out and grabs Miss Preston's hand, stopping it in it's tracks. She uses it to lever her off the ground, and then throws her out the window, her muscular body denting a car below.
"Come on, lover," says Superwoman, scooping you up in her arms, "let's get a different room; this one's wrecked."
Caroline strides over to the penthouse suite and wrenches the door off its hinges. Then, she places you on the ground, flicks the lights on, and seals the door shut by mixing the door into the wall with her thumb.
"Now, Tom, I feel really, REALLY randy. I hope those hoares haven't worn you out."
"I held back," you say, "I was saving myself for you."
Miss Everson sniggers and slips out of her panties. Superwoman gives a whole new meaning to the word 'wet with anticipation' - her panties are saturated with pre-cum.
You reach out and caress her nipples through the thin t-shirt. You feel her firm breasts swell in you hands, slowly tearing through the sodden shirt. The ripped fabric falls to the ground, soaking the carpet.
Caroline's breath quickens as her body is revealed to you. Looking at it's perfect form, you know you were right to sacrifice those other women for Superwoman. She's absolutely gorgeous.
You exchange bodily fluids until sunrise. Somehow, sex with Miss Everson seems to give you both new energy, and you are not tired by 9:30, when you should both leave for the competition. After dressing in her typical skimpy way, Caroline scoops you up in her powerful arms and carries you to the hall.
"Good luck!" you say and Superwoman heads for the changing rooms, "Not that you need it with a body like that."
As Caroline enters the steamy changing rooms, she notices that the other girls shy away from her in fear. 'Pretty good,' thinks Miss Everson, examining the competition's honed physiques.
Tom sits with the other judges, waiting for the show to commence.
"I gather that the English entrant is you girlfriend?" asks the American judge.
"Yes, she certainly is."
"You lucky man. I'd love to even touch any one of those women. They're completely gorgeous."
"The American entrant not interested then?"
"No. She's a real bitch you know. She been arrested several times for criminal damage. The only reason that we let her be our entrant is that she threatened to go on a mad rampage if we didn't let her. Women are very difficult to control when they get that strong."
"I know," you reply. The lights dim, the audience hushes with anticipation as the competition begins.
One by one, the contenders enter the stage. Caroline is about in the middle of the line. You recognise every one of the women from the other night. They recognise you and wink lovingly.
Then, after the announcer has given vital statistics on each of the girls (all of which where very high), they leave the stage. Several minutes later the first entrant strides onto the stage and performs her bodybuilding routine. She gets 9.34. About an hour later, all the contenders are done, except Caroline.
Superwoman marches on stage carrying a car above her head. She thrusts her pelvis back and forth erotically, and begins to moan loudly. She gazes at you, making your dick expand. She squeeses the car above her head and, slowly but surely, the metal buckles and twists, until it is a smear between her muscle-packed arms. She gives another erotic smile and the audience bursts into raptuous applause.
At the end, when all the results are in the positions are announced. In second is Karen Preston. She stamps her foot, denting the floorboards.
"SHIT!" she screams, accepting her award grudgingly.
"And, in first place with a set of perfect 10s, is Caroline Everson of Great Britain!"
The announcer hands Caroline the award. She is clearly very excited, and she clenches her fist in a brief spasm of excitement, crushing the award in the sides.
"Well, there you have it folks, a quick demonstration of power from Caroline there!" booms the announcer, clearly impressed.
Karen is forced to stand by Caroline. Caroline leans over and whispers in her ear: "Let's be friends."
She reaches behind Karen and caresses her buttocks through her skin-tight bikini bottom. Karen's eyes light up; she can't resist an offer like that.
You look at Caroline with surprise that she has forgiven Miss Preston so easily. Caroline winks at you and turns Karen slightly so that you can see her tough backside. Superwoman is slowly tearing away the fabric that covers it, so that when she turns to leave the stage, her large buns will be revealed. You snigger.
"Thank you, ladies," says the announcer, "and well done all of you!"
As Karen turns to leave the stage, the audience bursts out laughing. Karen turns her head to look behind her. She looks down, sees her naked flesh and blushes. That picture appeared all over the world press - "MUSCLE-GIRL SHOWS US HER MUSCLES!" and "BEAUTY OF KAREN'S BUNS IM-PRESTON US ALL!". Caroline's revenge on Miss Preston is complete; Karen has been shamed.