Koudelka
Muscle Goddess
It had been some time since I had visited my home world of coruscant. The last time I was here my brother witnessed how much bigger and stronger I was than him when I took absolute pleasure in breaking him. He was no match for me either I was twice the size of him and I squashed him like a bug. Making him kneel before me was easy enough while I took his feeble body breaking him limb by limb. He begged me stop when I draped him over my knee snapping his back like a twig. I couldn’t stop myself when I crushed his skull in a headlock when I took his head and just by flexing my gorgeous bicep I squeezed his head like a melon. Well that was then and this is now, Unfortunately I am here on business, a man had recently contacted me wishing to meet with me, he wished to discuss a matter of becoming my apprentice, well little did he know I would make him my slave first. He would be in for a rude awakening. As all who know me best know that I love to wear clothing that reveals my superb physique, and I’m not afraid to show it either, I wanted this man to see me as I am.
So I chose to wear my short shorts, showing off my glorious thighs, and my knee high stilleto boots, which are my favorite by the way. Well of course I have to wear my halter top just in case I take off my sith robes, 'd Love him to see my beautiful biceps, which I must say are absolutely massive because at that point I would love to crush him like a little bug. I just smirked walking through the bar, everyone taking a double look at me. I already know they are thinking twice about making me angry, why wouldn’t they, I would love to show them that I am as strong as I am muscular. I bet half these people would love to have at least half the size of my massive arms. I love to say they don't even come close. Unfortunately the only seats available were at the bar, I myself preferred a booth, but I suppose this would have to cerfice. So I sat at the bar and ordered my drink, of course I made the bartender give it to me for free. He had a weak mind and I played on the fact that he was deathly afraid of me. A little image placed in his mind, along the lines of me snapping him in half sealed the deal. Personally I would have loved the opportunity of folding him in half. Actually I would have preferred squeezing his head with my own hands compressing his skull like a vice. Imagine a women taking your head and squeezing your skull like a vice slowly grinding to dust with the force. You dont need to imagine, that women is me.
I laughed when a burly fellow stumbled behind into me, he grabbed my arm, I couldnt help myself, as it were second nature I flexed. I flooded his mind with every image of me crushing and breaking him. I looked into his eyes when He felt the sheer size of my arms, I spun around in my stool, I made sure he saw that I was in fact more muscular than he was. He made it so easy for me to crush his neck with one hand while he was kneeling. I had to prove a point, I felt the need to take his skull and crush it between my fingers. I felt his body go limp when I through him aside. I ordered a drink and waited.
So I chose to wear my short shorts, showing off my glorious thighs, and my knee high stilleto boots, which are my favorite by the way. Well of course I have to wear my halter top just in case I take off my sith robes, 'd Love him to see my beautiful biceps, which I must say are absolutely massive because at that point I would love to crush him like a little bug. I just smirked walking through the bar, everyone taking a double look at me. I already know they are thinking twice about making me angry, why wouldn’t they, I would love to show them that I am as strong as I am muscular. I bet half these people would love to have at least half the size of my massive arms. I love to say they don't even come close. Unfortunately the only seats available were at the bar, I myself preferred a booth, but I suppose this would have to cerfice. So I sat at the bar and ordered my drink, of course I made the bartender give it to me for free. He had a weak mind and I played on the fact that he was deathly afraid of me. A little image placed in his mind, along the lines of me snapping him in half sealed the deal. Personally I would have loved the opportunity of folding him in half. Actually I would have preferred squeezing his head with my own hands compressing his skull like a vice. Imagine a women taking your head and squeezing your skull like a vice slowly grinding to dust with the force. You dont need to imagine, that women is me.
I laughed when a burly fellow stumbled behind into me, he grabbed my arm, I couldnt help myself, as it were second nature I flexed. I flooded his mind with every image of me crushing and breaking him. I looked into his eyes when He felt the sheer size of my arms, I spun around in my stool, I made sure he saw that I was in fact more muscular than he was. He made it so easy for me to crush his neck with one hand while he was kneeling. I had to prove a point, I felt the need to take his skull and crush it between my fingers. I felt his body go limp when I through him aside. I ordered a drink and waited.
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