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olga the muscle guard

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Olga got out of bed and stood before the mirror. She was totally nude. She
always slept in the nude. She yawned and slowly flexed her massive 30 inch
arms in a double biceps pose. She watched with approval as the shredded muscle
jumped to attention even at this early hour. Her biceps and triceps were truly
enormous, with hard, bulging fibers of muscle clearly visible under her
sun-tanned skin and veins crisscrossing everywhere. She then placed her hands
on her hips and flexed her pecs, lats and abs. Her gigantic 85 inch bust
bulged with muscle. Her huge pecs and tits pushed out from her ribcage, big
and thick and striated with rippling muscle fibers. The cleavage between those
two huge pieces of meat must have been fifteen inches deep. Her delts looked
like bowling balls of muscle capping shoulders that were more than twice as
wide as her hips. Thick, wide lats flared out to the sides, tapering down to
her narrow, athletic hips and muscular, big ass. Her 8-pack abs looked like a
washboard. Shit, her waist was only 30 inches, tiny on a body that was packed
with 450 pounds of muscle. She flexed her quads and watched the huge slabs of
muscle spring to attention at her command. Fibers and veins were everywhere.
Her thighs measured an enormous 40 inches, more than her waist. Her calves
were 28 inches, bigger than most guys' thighs. She smiled as she saw just how
huge and shredded she was. Her blue eyes and long blond hair betrayed her
roots in Siberia. She was dreadful and pretty at the same time. A goddess to
die for...

She started to get hard as she looked at her body in the mirror and thought
about the day ahead. She was gonna have a lot of fun. She loved her job as the
muscleguard. She was gonna lift tons of heavy weights, eat tons of good food,
snuff out some chickens just for fun, as many as she wanted, and fuck the shit
out of at least five or six chickens. Her record was ten fucks in one day. Ten
chickens fucked to death by Olga the Muscleguard.

Olga had been the Muscleguard at the Zhigrov Prison Camp for six months.
During that time she had put on 40 more pounds of muscle, going from 410 to
450 pounds at her height of 7 feet 2 inches. She was a giant, bigger and
stronger than most men in the world, and she was still young - only 19 years
old. She was gonna keep getting bigger and stronger.

Olga was the only child of two elite members of the old Soviet sports machine.
Both her mother and father were shot-putters of the Soviet track and field
team. They were each plucked out of their villages in Siberia at a young age
by Soviet sports officials because they were the biggest and strongest girl
and boy in their whole region. Then they were trained at the special sports
camp where they lifted weights, ate huge amounts of food and got constant
injections of steroids and other muscle-building hormones and drugs. They got
tremendously big and strong and they both became champion shot-putters. And
they were both very aggressive. Big, strong, aggressive athletes.

The sports machine encouraged them to mate with each other so they could
produce a child even bigger and stronger than they were. They produced Olga.
Olga weighed 12 pounds when she was born. She was a big, healthy baby and a
big, healthy infant. Olga thrived in the care of her huge parents. They knew
she was going to be a great athlete, bigger and stronger than they were and
they did everything to make it real, maybe too much. Besides her size, there
was another unusual thing on Olga. Due to the strong genetic manipulation and
hormones she had been given nearly since she was born, some secondary effects
appeared soon. Her little, still innocent sex slowly changed into something
that nobody expected - a penis. Moreover, both of her parents unfortunately
died in a plane crash when Olga was only two years old and then there was
nobody else willing to protect her. She was considered a monster, a failure,
and she was sent to an ordinary orphanage close to Moscow.

Almost immediately everyone at the orphanage could see that Olga was
different. She was much bigger and stronger than any of the other kids of her
age, both girls and boys and she loved to show off her strength by lifting
heavy objects and by beating up other kids. Olga would pick up a tricycle on
the playground and press it up and down several times with ease. No other kid
could lift the thing off the ground. She already also became quite aggressive.
Olga loved to walk up to another kid and punch him in the gut. She loved the
feeling of her knuckles hitting the flesh of another human being. She loved
watching the expression on the face of the other kid as the miserable little
wimp buckled over in pain. Then she flexed her arm and watched her muscles in
her shoulder and triceps bulge, the muscles that had just smashed her fist
into the soft gut of the pathetic weakling. It seemed like this aggression was
bred into Olga, just like her obsession with her muscles. Olga smiled as she
watched her muscles bulge under her skin. She liked being big and strong. To
her, the weakling deserved to get beaten up. That was just the way things
were. Olga was big and strong and Olga could beat up anyone she wanted. And
she loved doing it.

Because Olga was so much bigger and stronger than kids her own age, the
officials at the orphanage put her with kids who were much older. Even then,
Olga attacked the older kids. At least they could fight back. Olga didn't
care. She loved to fight. And she usually won.

By the time Olga was 13 years old, she was already bigger and stronger than
the oldest kids in the orphanage. She stood 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed
255 pounds, all solid muscle. The orphanage had a weight room and Olga ruled
it.

At 14 years old she was 6'4" and weighed 295 pounds. She was so much bigger
and stronger than anyone else that it wasn't even funny. She didn't pick on
the kids in the orphanage anymore. She liked to escape into town regularly and
get into fights with older men, punching them out and breaking their bones.
She liked the sound of bones breaking.

A year later, just after she raped and killed one of her teachers (a female),
Olga escaped from the orphanage for good. After she left the orphanage, Olga
joined a gym in Moscow and supported herself by working for the Russian Mafia
as an enforcer. Olga was the youngest enforcer and the only woman in the mob,
but she was one of the most lethal. She loved making her victims suffer before
she snuffed them out. She loved watching her huge muscles bulge as they
crushed the bodies of her victims like steel vises. She loved toying and
raping her prey, both men and women; raping them to death with her huge cock
and muscles. Olga loved her work.

Olga kept growing and getting stronger. Besides working out twice a day in the
gym, she also became a skilled street fighter. For the first time she also had
the perfect nutrition. The mob made sure Olga had plenty of food, supplements
and steroids. By the time she turned 18 years old she was 6'8" and weighed 400
pounds. By now she was the most feared enforcer of the entire mob in whole
Moscow. She was a lethal machine and she took pleasure in her work, making her
victims suffer to the extreme before she snuffed them out. If the mob gave
Olga a hit order on you, you would suffer a fate worse than death before
actually being dead. Sometimes Olga would snuff her hits in front of the
punk's girlfriend, friends or family.

As the wife looked on in horror, Olga would rip the arms off her husband. She
was so strong she could just jerk off a guy's arm like she was pulling off the
leg of a turkey. Then she'd take the bloody arm and use it like a club to
savagely beat the head and face of her prey until it looked like bloody pulp.
Then she'd crush the guy's ribs between her huge hands like she was crushing a
cardboard box. Blood would be gushing out of the hapless victim's mouth. He'd
look up at the huge bitch who was smashing him, pleading for mercy. But there
would be none. Olga would laugh at the little weakling's pleas and then flex
her big muscles as if to say "You ain't shit compared to these, punk. They're
gonna snuff you out like a bug, and they won't even have to work hard doin'
it." Then, when the guy was almost dead from pain and bleeding, Olga would
place her hands on the sides of the guy's head and force them together with
the brute power of her huge pecs. Instantly, the little punk's skull would be
crushed like a piece of fruit by the massive muscles of Olga's young body.
Brains would spurt out of the smashed skull like shit. Olga would smile as she
watched her big hands crush the skull like paper m�ch�. Sometimes, instead of
the skull crushing, Olga would grab the punk's neck with her big hand and snap
it like a twig. Then she'd rip the head off the body, and hand it to the
punk's wife before playing sadistically with the poor woman too. No witness.
Another hit for the mob. Olga was the best.

Olga's reputation spread throughout most of the ex-Soviet Union. One person
who heard about her was general Tarik, the absolute ruler of Tazikistan.
General Tarik ruled by fear and intimidation. His police routinely rounded up
opponents and put them in Zhigrov prison, one of the most miserable places in
the world. He wanted life at the prison to be as horrible as it could possibly
be. He wanted all his countrymen to know what could happen to them if they
dared to disobey him. He thought Olga would make a perfect guard at the
prison. A muscleguard. A gigantic, muscular guard who would intimidate the
prisoners just by her sheer physical presence. A huge physical specimen who
would be given absolute freedom to do whatever she wanted to the prisoners.
General Tarik smiled as he thought of it. Olga the Muscleguard would be the
symbol of the general's absolute power and supremacy. She would crush anyone
she wanted.

So general Tarik sent his men to Moscow and offered Olga a big sum of money to
come to Tazikistan and become the main guard at Zhigrov prison. The job
sounded great to Olga. She would have all the food, supplements and drugs she
wanted. She'd be able to work out in a big gym with all the equipment she
wanted and thousands of pounds of weights and get even bigger and stronger
than she already was. And there were thousands of pathetic little prisoners
just waiting to get snuffed by her big muscles. She could do whatever she
wanted to them. She was goddess. All she had to do was to eat, work out and
fuck up as many prisoners as she wanted. This sounded like a lot of fun to
Olga and she was on the next flight to Tazikistan.

...

As Olga was flexing her muscles in the mirror, she heard a knock on the door.
She opened the door to see a little guard holding a tray with a hypodermic
needle and some vials of liquid.

"Your morning drugs, madam," said the guard, visibly trembling at the sight of
the huge, nude babe standing in front of him. The guard looked to be about the
same age as Olga, 19 years old, but he was a shrimp compared to the giant
Russian. He probably weighed about 130 pounds, which looked like nothing
compared to Olga's 450 pounds of solid muscle. Olga was the ruler of the
prison and she ruled the guards just like she ruled the prisoners. She
outweighed all the other guards by at least 300 pounds. All the other guards
treated her with utmost respect because they didn't want to get on the wrong
side of all that muscle.

Olga inspected the vials to make sure they were the right drugs. Two steroids,
a human growth hormone and another drug that Olga got from a secret laboratory
in Moscow. She nodded her head in approval. Then she looked at the little
guard and said, "OK, you know what to do. Get to work." ... Not enough points to view full story!
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