http://www.brawna.org/taxonomy/term/610/all en http://www.brawna.org/stories/ascension-do-you-want-me-now-nsfw <p>Ascension: Do you want me now? (NSFW! Graphic Sexual Situations)</p> <p>Author’s note:</p> <p>This story was inspired by Crazyfck’s “Ohlos Ventras” and he has given me permission to play in his world. While I have followed the same basic story line of events, I tweaked and changed the characters a bit. The characters are all older, and the main character, Ms. Quintada, is a live in maid unrelated to the other characters. This is my first time writing a fiction story so there may be some mistakes in structure. If there are, my apologies. I finally wanted to get this out. I hope you enjoy. Please remember that there are graphic descriptions that are unsuitable for reader under the age of 18. Please be aware of your local laws before reading. </p> <p>P.S. If you’re religious, please remember that this is a story in the tradition of a writer’s imagination.</p> <p><em>Ascension: Do You Want Me Now?</em></p> <p>In a small village on the outskirts of, Rio De Janeiro, 49 year old Ms. Quintada, a lonely housekeeper for the affluent Esquibel family, entered a small, rustic church. Ever since she was a small child, Ms. Quintada had come to the church twice daily, once in the morning for church service and a second time in the evening for solitary prayer. Her faith was everything to her.</p> <p>For the last decade, Ms. Quintada had a lived a solitary existence. An only child, she had lived all of her 49 years in the small village and had dedicated her life to caring for her parents who had become ill while she was in her mid-twenties. While others she had grown up went to college, into business, and followed their dreams, she had stayed out of duty to family. When her parents passed away a decade ago, Ms. Quintada had become the live in maid for Marcus Esquibel, a rich pharmaceutical developer. Caring for his estate and ground had given her a semblance of home and a purpose. With her parents long since gone, her position with Mr. Esquibel was all that she had left.</p> <p>Being a woman of tremendous faith, she often came to church to pray and reflect upon the state of the world and the various stresses and problems going on in her life. Today, her primary source of stress centered around the annual summertime “all-men” family reunion of Mr. Esquibel’s grown nephews. Mr. Esquibel, having no children of his own, had watched over his nephews since his only older sister had passed away twelve years ago. </p> <p>Like every visit, Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, now in their 30’s, stayed on the Esquibel Estate. The estate was a miniature version of the court of Versailles complete with a huge central mansion, several quest houses, gardend, fountains, and rich and lush vegetation spread out on thirty-five acres of land. Mr. Esquibel, due to his high salaried work, had bought his palatial home ten years ago after becoming the caretaker of his nephews. Ms. Quintada had been one of his first hires.</p> <p>For Ms. Quintada, she found Mr. Esquibel‘s nephews to be very tiresome, greedy, selfish, faithless, and their basic sinful nature centered around fast cars and fast women appalled her. The mere thought of Mr. Esquibel’s nephew's trespasses gave her shock and anger. It was always a very stressful situation when they came to visit. </p> <p>Kneeling in the pews, she silently whispered, "Give me strength, Lord. Give me strength," in a repeating mantra.</p> <p>Although Ms. Quintada, had never had any children of her own, over the last 10 years, with the Esquibel family, she had watched Mr. Esquibel‘s nephews, Peter, James, Andrew, John, and Batholomew slowly emerge into the disconcerting men they had become. She remembered how the twenty something boys, once full of humility, faith, and familial duty become tainted the more successful they became. Only Philip maintained his religiosity and duty. For Ms. Quintada, she couldn’t fathom how they had abandoned their faith when God had given them so much.</p> <p>Last night, Ms. Quintada had viewed firsthand how far they had fallen.</p> <p>Peter, the oldest of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, now at age 35, had always lead the revolt against going to Mass every Sunday for as long as Ms Quintada could remember. Mr. Esquibel had made it a priority for his family and close staff to go to church. As they got older, his nephews grew more resistant to faith. For the family, one of the richest in the village/parish, Ms. Quintada felt it was a shame that they had become such bad examples. </p> <p>“Give me strength to fight the sinful minds of Mr. Esquibel’s charges, Lord,” she thought reflecting on Mr. Esquibel‘s family. It was all that she could think about since Peter’s proclamation at dinner.</p> <p>At a lavish feast, which Ms. Quintada had prepared and served, Peter began to rant, “Uncle, I’m not going to Church anymore. I refuse to go! What has faith ever done for me?” he said with a haughty voice, “I don’t want to go anymore.”</p> <p>Mr. Esquibel, dropped his fork and stared at his nephew, “Why won’t you go?” </p> <p>Peter, met his uncle’s gaze and said defiantly, “It’s all fake. It’s opium for the Masses and a way to control others. I don’t believe in God Uncle. Besides,” he chuckled arrogantly, “even if God were real I’ve given so much money to the community that I’d surely find my way to heavenly reward after death. I’m not a child anymore who is worried about the trappings of tradition. I will no longer go with you on Sunday.” </p> <p>Ms. Quintada, was shocked at Peter’s defiance and felt a flare of anger ball up inside of her. <em>Heavenly host! What impudence!</em> she thought.</p> <p>Philip, Peter’s brother responded, “Are you serious? Don’t you believe in God? Why would you not go?”</p> <p>Peter looked at him, “I’m not a boy anymore Philip. Just because you have always been a good son and followed the trappings of tradition doesn’t mean that I will.”</p> <p>Mr. Esquibel, a youthful looking 47, (his sister was a twelve years older than him when she died 10 years ago) looked at his nephew sadly and responded softly, “It was your mother’s last wish…”</p> <p>“I don’t care!” Peter cut in angrily. “She always knew that I hated going. She also knew how I felt about the whole thing. I pretended. I won’t go. Forget family tradition,” He said as he folded his arms in defiance.</p> <p>“Very well,” Mr. Esquibel said as the rest of the family looked on. His eyes met Ms. Quintada’s, and she blushed. Ms. Quintada, turned her head and looked at Peter with a flash of annoyance clouding her green eyes. <em>I must talk to the Padre and tell him of this!</em> she thought to herself urgently.</p> <p>That evening after dinner, Ms. Quintada went and spoke privately with Padre Eurico. While she spoke, her voice was raised with anger and righteous indignation, Padre Eurico silently listened. When she was done he spoke. “The flock will always return to the pasture,” he said to Ms. Quintada’s dissatisfied look. “Give them time, they‘re dissatisfied. Obviously the Lord has blessed them and will continue to do so regardless of whether they come or not. It’s not a big worry.”</p> <p>“Not a big worry?!” Ms. Quintada said exasperatedly, “I have always come to church and shown my faith even on my worst days. I came even when I lost everything! When I had nothing! His nephews have lost their purity and faith. They should show the Lord reverence. They must be saved!” she ended, her voice shrill in the quiet church.</p> <p>“Ms. Quintada, they are not your children. They are grown adults. Perhaps you should be more tolerant. After all we live in a changing world and….”</p> <p>Ms. Quintada, seethed in anger and stopped listening to the Padre. She folded her arms and turned her back on him as she quickly strode to the exit. “This is absurd! God will judge you and them for this!“ she yelled loudly one last time as she left the church..</p> <p>************</p> <p>This brought her to today. <em>If the Padre won’t help me and give me guidance, then God must</em>, she thought to herself as she entered. Striding with purpose in the deserted church, she walked over to the votive candle stand at the foot of a large, heavy, crucifix, and kneeled down on a small bench. Once there, she lit a few candles and continued her mantra. “Give me strength Lord. Give me strength,” she whispered fervently. </p> <p>As she prayed, her mind raced back to the incident and Mr. Esquibel’s sad face and broken heart. She had always been attracted to him since his wife had passed away , leaving him without children. She had even expressed her feelings toward him at one point. She remembered how he had looked upon her sadly, and his soft voice as he gently rebuffed her overtures. That night, tears streaming down her face, she had stared into the mirror at her short frame and her unattractive face and thought about how things may have been different if she had been more attractive. Perhaps if she had had more faith in God, God would have blessed her with better things in her life. Family, children, and Love, it seemed had all been denied to her. That night, she had cried herself to sleep while whispering the mantra that she had always whispered, the one she whispered now as she knelt on the alter, “Give me strength Lord. Give me strength.”</p> <p>As she repeated this quietly, she heard a noise behind her. Turning around quickly she could see that she was still alone. <em>Must have been a breeze,</em> she thought. </p> <p>Hearing a noise, she tilted her head upward and looked at the large cross. <em>Did it just move?</em> she thought. Standing up to get a closer look, she heard a creaking noise followed by a small ping, then another a few seconds later. </p> <p>Ping Ping! Ping Ping! the church echoed as the restraining bolts holding the cross on its restraining cables began to pop out. The crosses weight was now distributed on one last restraining cable and Ms. Quintada looked up in shock. </p> <p>PING! </p> <p>The last Ms. Quintada saw in the candle lit church was the cross falling towards her and a sharp flash of pain and weight before she blacked out.</p> <p>**********</p> <p>Waking up in the ICU, Ms. Quintada found herself in a white room with a doctor standing over her. Feeling sedated by pain killing drugs, she heard a slight hiss as a respirator mask fed her oxygen. She looked at the doctor and weakly asked “What happened?</p> <p>The doctor, a young woman in her thirties looked down at Ms. Quintada and smiled. “Oh you’re awake. Good. You had a little accident. The cross fell on you at the church. You have a concussion, a broken leg, a broken pelvis, two broken arms, and a small fracture in your skull. It sounds bad but you’re a very lucky woman. That cross could have killed you. God was watching over you today,” she smiled. “Try and rest.” With that, Ms. Quintada slipped into sleep. </p> <p>That night, Ms. Quintada had a restless slumber marked by moments of vivid dreams and small moments of wakefulness. Still sedated, she would see visions when she woke up and looked around the room. Shortly after 2:00 AM, she woke momentarily. As her eyes fluttered open she saw a figure standing in a darkened corner of the room. As she watched she noticed that the figure was tall but indistinguishable. Over the course of a few seconds, the figure began to glow in bright light which ate the darkness in the room. </p> <p><em>Is that an angel?</em> she thought to herself in her daze. <em>A demon? What is that?</em> The glowing shape moved slowly across the room to the side of her bed and touched her. “POWER,” it whispered. Slowly, Ms. Quintada felt warmth flow through her body. Then the being vanished and Ms. Quintada, slipped back into unconsciousness. </p> <p>When she awoke the next morning she wrote it off as being the consequence of a drug induced dream. </p> <p>***********</p> <p>A month later, after a prolonged stay and visits by Mr. Esquibel and his visiting family, the doctors finally took off the plaster forms that had been put around her body. After a week of therapy, Ms. Quintada was finally fit enough to leave the hospital and return to her duties at the Esquibel estate. The day before her release, Mr. Esquibel stopped by and told her he was leaving on a business trip for the next two months and that she should watch over things at his estate. </p> <p><em>Now that I can kneel again, the first thing I will do is pray and thank the Lord that I‘m alive!</em> she thought excitedly as she exited from the hospital doors. In the east, the first rays of sun were coming over the horizon.</p> <p>After praying silently at the church, Ms. Quintada made her way back to the Esquibel estate. By the time she got there, it was 8 AM in the morning and the estate grounds were quiet and empty. Everyone’s either at work or out. I guess I better get to my duties, she thought as she pulled out her cleaning supplies. Making her way down the broad and lavishly adorned hallways, she entered the room of James, Mr. Esquibel’s 33 year old nephew.</p> <p>As she opened the door, she saw James on his bed, pleasuring himself to an American adult magazine. As she entered, his jaw dropped in shock, “What are you doing here? I thought you were in the hospit….”</p> <p>Angry, Ms. Quintada rushed toward him and grabbed the magazine from his hand and hit him with it. “What is this?! Don’t you know this is a sin! What is up with you people! Get dressed and get out of here!” she screamed.</p> <p>James, his face red with embarrassment, grabbed his jeans off his nightstand and rushed to put them on. As he did, something ignited in Ms. Quintada and she felt compelled to grab him by the ear. She twisted it harshly. James cried out in agony as she yelled at him “You will pray fifty Hail Mary’s! You will repent and ask for forgiveness. Do you understand?!”</p> <p>“Y.. ye.. Yes,” he said in pain.</p> <p>“Do them! You’re not leaving until you do!“ She said as she forced him down to his knees, the strength in her arms surprised her. <em>This feels good</em>, she told herself, <em>I am dispensing the Lord’s justice.</em> </p> <p>James, his shoulder in pain from her strong grip, was surprised at her strength. <em>How is she doing this? She only 5‘3!</em> he thought as her unyieldingly strong grip made sure he complied with her demands. As he prayed his fifty “Hail Mary’s” he was merely going through the motions. All he could think about was Ms. Quintada’s aggressiveness and her strength. After his fifty prayers were said, Ms. Quintada released him. With a look of horror on his face, he tripped over himself as he left the room. </p> <p>Ms. Quintada, stood there and reflected over her actions. <em>Where did that come from?</em> she asked herself confusedly. As she played the incident in her mind she hardened her resolve. <em>No matter. The sinner got what he deserved,</em> she thought as she reached down and picked up the magazine he had dropped. She examined the pages of beautiful women and a mixture of disgust and curiosity filled her thoughts. <em>They look so beautiful,</em> she thought wistfully, longingly, her eyes misting over. <em>Why was I born the ugly duckling?</em> Anger rose in her again. <em>Whores!,</em> she scoffed and then threw the magazine into the garbage container on her cleaning cart. Then she began to work.</p> <p>****************</p> <p>Strangely, over the next few weeks, Ms. Quintada, stumbled upon several more sinful incidents concerning Mr. Esquibel’s visiting nephews. Prior to each sinful discovery, her stomach would knot up and she felt as if an unseen force was guiding her to the location of these sinful acts. Every time she arrived, she would find one of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews perpetrating some type of sin. </p> <p>One day she found Andrew over eating in the sin of gluttony. Another incident, involved John, a stock market trader, who was screaming in his phone to his employees, about money and the virtues of greed. Lastly, Bartholomew, a married man, was caught in the small guest house with another woman and Ms. Quintada dealt with the situation. Regardless of the sin, Ms. Quintada, acted quickly by raising her voice, and physically forcing Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, and anyone involved, to pray and repent their sins. The worse the sin, the stronger the prayer. </p> <p>The perpetrators, taken by surprise by Ms. Quintada’s actions, were so shocked and intimidated by her that their thoughts and worries, were focused more on her as they said the prayers she demanded to hear. After each incident, Ms. Quintada became more confident and self righteous. <em>This is right!</em> She thought to herself, <em>I must save them and bring them closer to God’s grace!</em></p> <p>After a busy day of work and two more punishments meted out to Mr. Esquibel’s grown nephews, Ms. Quintada retired to her room to relax. </p> <p>She walked into the bathroom, and turned on the water to enjoy a nice evening soaking in a warm bath. As she passed the mirror, she noticed a slight change to her appearance. At 49 years of age, Ms. Quintada had never been an attractive woman. She had a unattractive face marred by a few unsightly moles, thin lips, age lines, thick, black framed glasses, and a permanent dour expression. The one thing she loved was her luxurious, thick, black hair which had become increasingly spotted with silver as she entered her late 30’s and early 40’s. </p> <p>She frowned as she looked at herself. <em>Still the same old me,</em> she thought to herself in the mirror. When she was younger, she had possessed a trimmer body for her 5’3 tall frame and perky breasts but had never managed to “find the right one” because of her fierce religiosity, poor social standing, and somewhat unattractive face. Over the years, and through bouts of depressions, her body had become padded with a layer of fat around her mid-section, butt, hips, and under her arms. Her breasts, she knew, at the age of 49, had begun to sag. Sighing she took off her robe and stood naked in front of the mirror. </p> <p>What she saw surprised her.</p> <p><em>Is my stomach smaller?</em> she thought as she posed in the mirror, turning slowly. My butt and arms look a little firmer too, she thought as she flexed a small bicep. “Is the strength that I asked God for?” she gasped, suddenly remembering her drug induced dream. As she did, a small swell of hope grew in her chest. “I swear to God if it is, I will do everything to save Mr. Esquibel’s family and get them to heaven!”</p> <p>*******************</p> <p>Over the next month, Ms. Quintada became more aggressive and fervent in stopping sin. She came to realize that the uneasy feelings she once felt were a sixth sense which focused on acts of sin emanating in the household. Feeling self righteous, she searched out the offenders and used her new strength to intimidate them into prayer for their trespasses. At the end of each prayer session, she felt invigorated. She could feel new energy flowing through her and she was excited to be doing God’s work.</p> <p>Every morning, she would examine herself in the mirror and witness new changes to her body. As such, she felt compelled to wear longer and longer garments to hide her rapidly changing figure. <em>I must not let them lust,</em> she thought. <em>I must be pure.</em> Stripping down in front of the mirror, she saw that her stomach was now flat. Running her eyes over her body she saw that her buttocks had begun to take on a toned shape. Looking upward, her green eyes focused on the small of her back which was now tapered and free of excess fat. Slowly, she placed a hand there and began to move it downward, tracing the smooth curve of her buttocks, down to her increasingly toned thighs, and further to the small bulges of her emerging calve muscles. Moving back up, she straightened her arm, fingers splayed open and palm facing downward, and did a small triceps flex. A small dimple in her triceps appeared. <em>I look like I’m 35 again. It’s a miracle!</em> she thought. <em>I feel so sexy,</em> she mentally purred, <em>And powerful!</em> Her hands ran over her toned arms as guilt rose within her causing her to slouch slightly and frown in the mirror. <em>I must not think like that. I will not sin.</em></p> <p>She prayed.</p> <p>************</p> <p>At the end of the month, Mr. Esquibel returned from his trip. That night he planned a large dinner with twenty or so friends and his visiting family to discuss his recent trip. As he spoke he looked haggard and tired. In his weariness he didn’t seem to notice Ms. Quintada as she served another exquisite meal. As he spoke about his trip his nephews and guests asked him questions. </p> <p><em>Poor devil,</em> she thought, <em>he’s such an attractive man. I know he’s lonely. He could use someone in his life. I could be that person. Why doesn’t he notice me?</em> She watched him speak and focused on the features of his handsome, yet solemn face. As she did she began to fantasize, thoughts of sex fluttering through her mind. <em>I long to be a with a man!</em> her thoughts demanded. <em>Notice me. Notice me…</em> she thought seductively, her right hand was unconsciously, and slowly, moving down under the table to touch herself. Her thighs were scissoring, lightly rubbing against each other. Her face was becoming warm. Realizing what she was doing, she stopped herself, and inwardly chided, <em>I must not think those thoughts! They are impure!</em> Her hand returned to the table and she looked down, focusing on her food.</p> <p>As she fought to compose herself, she looked upward and felt the attention of James who focused on her in between bits of conversation. With her face still flushed with warmth, her newly developed sixth sense turned on and she felt her body tingle. He was staring at her! Why was he staring at her! She looked downward at her food again and as she did she could hear a small voice whisper at the back of her mind. At first it was inaudible but it became louder and as it did so it identified the nature of James’ fascination with her. </p> <p><em>Lust…</em>, the voice whispered.</p> <p> <em>Lust? He’s attracted to me? No!</em> As the thought entered her mind, she felt a small tingle of energy flow into her, threatening to bring her to arousal. <em>Lust.. Lust.. LUST,</em> the voice whispered. Not able to take any more, she stood up quickly and bumped the table, causing her plate and glass to rattle jarringly.</p> <p>“Ms. Quintada are you feeling okay?” Mr. Esquibel asked calmly and dispassionately, his brown eyes boring into her.</p> <p>“I’m fine sir,” she said uncertainly. “I just remembered that I… left the stove on.” Out of the corner or her vision, she saw James’ eyes fall upon her small chest. His eyes glazed over and he licked his dry lips. The words <em>LUST… LUST… LUST..</em> continued to whisper loudly in Ms. Quintada’s mind. Her arousal grew. “I must take care of it,” she said, grabbing her plate, silverware, and glass to take with her.</p> <p> Struggling to move quickly out of the room, she tripped over her chair and her plate and glass fell out of her hands and onto the floor. She blushed and bent over, not realizing that her heavy skirt was clinging to the increasingly sexy curvature of her hips. As she stood up again, a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead and she could feel the eyes of Mr. Esquibel’s other guests focus upon her as she made her way around the room. Watching from the corner of her eyes, she could see their eyes dart vaguely to her hips in short appraisal. <em>NO! I‘m trying to hide my body!</em> she thought, <em>I will not perpetuate sin!</em> </p> <p>From deep inside, her subconscious whispered to her, <em>Let them look upon you. This is what you want,</em> the voice said seductively. <em>You want them to desire you. You NEED it.</em> </p> <p>As it spoke, she felt several new tingles of energy lock onto her, making her more aroused. As her thighs moved past each other while she strode through the room, the warmth of their friction traveled up her legs and to her erogenous zone which was becoming hypersensitive, causing waves of pleasure to race to her brain. </p> <p><em>My body is on fire!</em> she thought. With it more voices whispered LUST in her head mere seconds after the thought. It was almost as if the men around the table, with the exception of Mr. Esquibel and Philip, had become drawn to her when she focused on her inner desires. It was as if they had heard her inner desires and were responding to her thoughts. </p> <p><em>Absurd!</em> she thought. Her subconscious voice spoke to her, almost seductively, <em>Is it?</em> She looked around the room one last time, her hands shaking slightly as she struggled to maintain control. Several eyes were still locked onto her. She stumbled through the swaying door leading to the kitchen and out of the room.</p> <p>“Where were we?…” Mr. Esquibel said.</p> <p>**********************</p> <p>Making her way upstairs, Ms. Quintada could feel strings of energy flow into her as she laid down on her bed and stripped off her clothes. Her hands began to wonder over her supercharged body. The slightest breeze sent tingles of pleasure throughout her body. </p> <p>Touching herself gently, she ran her hand over her bronzing skin, beginning first at her neck and then moving slowly downward over her smooth, yet small, breasts. She cupped them momentarily, and felt her nipples grow with arousal. “Ahhh… so good! Mmmmmm….” she moaned and then ran her hands down and across her now smoother and flatter stomach. As her hands moved downward, the more sensitive her body became causing her to glisten with a slight sheen of sweat. “Ohhh wooow..” she panted, “this is..mmmm.. incredible. I have so much energy!” she cried out pleasantly as her hands finally reached down to stimulate herself. </p> <p>As her fingers worked downward she could feel a slight pulsation which matched her heartbeat as blood flowed due to her aroused state. She could feel waves of sensitivity rush through her body to the pleasure centers of her brain and she moved her fingers further downward. Finally, she found her clitoris, dripping wet with moisture. When she touched it, she cried out in shock and in increasing pleasure, “Is it larger? I’ve never been this aroused before…mmmmm.. It's definitely more sensitive.”</p> <p>Fighting the sensations, she fought to regain control. <em>Must… not. It‘s a sin,</em> she thought as a wave of energy rolled over. “Mmmmph! Oh my goodness!” she moaned as her fingers worked harder on the glans clitoris. She bent the knee of one leg, her hand still rubbing herself gently as she writhed and undulated over the bed. With each movement of her fingers and hands, energy flowed into her. “That feels so…” she panted again rubbing faster, “So…IEEEEEEEEE!!…” she screamed in pleasure as she was brought to orgasm. </p> <p>Then she fainted. </p> <p>The words <em>LUST</em> whispered in her mind as she blacked out.</p> <p>***********************</p> <p>Over the next week, she noticed people around town staring at her as she went about her daily tasks. Men would look at her as she walked by, looking at her body but avoiding her face. Each night, Ms. Quintada would review herself in the mirror to see how her body was transforming. As she stood in front of the large mirror, in a long night gown, she could see newly defined shoulders and arms outlined by small striations of muscle. Her breasts, slightly larger, had tightened up and a small striations of muscle definition had begun to show slightly at her cleavage point. Turning to the right, she lifted her leg, balancing on the other foot, and bent the knee of the raised leg as she ran her hand over her tight buttocks. She puckered her lips seductively in the mirror, noticing that they had become slightly fuller along with the increasingly smoother contours of her face. She then lowered her leg and lifted the night skirt to reveal defined quads. They looked fantastic in the golden hues of the soft light. Smiling again, she stood on her tiptoes, first flexing her calves and then flexing her toned thigh. She saw the muscles bunch up as she twitched them slightly. </p> <p><em>I look fantastic. I’m so sexy,</em> she thought. <em>No! This is sin! I’m a temptress!</em> and then she frowned and looked into her luminous green eyes. “I need a new wardrobe. I must hide my changes.”</p> <p>Turning away from the mirror, she could feel the slight whispers in her mind which were running constantly now. She had learned that the whispers identified the various types of sin which people were committing. Over the last week, she could sense sin from greater and greater distances from those people she knew. </p> <p>She knew when they blasphemed, when they had adulterous thoughts or actions, or when they pleasured themselves in an improper manner. A few times, she had even confronted a few of the people in the village. Each time she did, she forced them to pray. Unknowingly, they focused more on her and calming her wrath than on the prayers themselves. The sin continued which aggravated Ms. Quintada to no end. <em>It’s almost like they enjoy sinning,</em> she thought. </p> <p>As she was getting ready to sleep, she felt an old uneasiness in her stomach related to Andrew, Mr. Esquibel’s third nephew who was an accountant for the pharmaceutical company. He was working late tonight at his office across town but she could feel sin closing in on him. Ms. Quintada, alarmed, pulled on some clothes and hopped in the car to his office. When she pulled up she waited for a few minutes outside his office and then got out,hiding herself in the shadows of a nearby alley as a woman appeared.</p> <p><em>A prostitute?!</em> She thought as she saw the attractive woman walk up to security phone and call Andrew’s name. This will not stand! She thought as she walked quickly over to the woman and tapped on the shoulder.</p> <p>"You will NOT do this to Andrew!” She said looking angry at the prostitute.</p> <p> "I do not know what you are talking about you ugly bitch. Who are y…" . She was silenced as Ms. Quintada grabbed her arm and squeezed. She screamed into the empty streets, “Help me! She’s hurting me!“ as Ms. Quintada’s strong hand squeezed harder. </p> <p>"If you scream again I will punish you, do you hear me?” she whispered forcefully with her increasingly strong grip, pushing the young woman down to her knees. When the woman was on her knees, Ms. Quintada bent down and whispered again into the woman’s ear, “You will repent for your actions. You are a whore and you have broken hundreds of families and impacted thousands of lives through your adulterous actions. Now pray. Repent for your sins and of those who participated in your unions.” </p> <p>The woman looked up, fearful tears in her eyes, and looked at Ms. Quintada as she prayed. Ms. Quintada, lost in the prostitutes eyes, felt a rush of adrenaline and the familiar tingles of energy flowing into her. <em>Doing God’s work has never been more rewarding!</em> her mind echoed. <em>I’m changing lives!</em> </p> <p>When the woman was done, Ms. Quintada released her iron like grip and let her climb to her feet. Tears were streaming down the woman‘s face. "If you tell anyone about this, I, and the power of Heaven will find you. Now go. Every time you pray, remember this moment." Looking at Ms. Quintada one last time, the woman sprinted away. Ms Quintada laughed as the woman was lost in the darkness of the quiet streets. </p> <p>Turning, her job now done, Ms. Quintada began to walk back to her car. Feeling invigorated, she decided to cut through a dark alleyway as a short cut. As she got halfway through, a tall figure emerged in front of her. The figure, which appeared to be a 6’4 man, was dressed in a long, dark trench coat. In the shadows, his skin appeared to be a pale, pale, white. His face, looked scarred and tired with sorrow. His forehead, adorned was stress lines, was topped with white hair. However, it was his eyes which caused Ms. Quintada to gasp in alarm. They were pure white. </p> <p>Seconds, which seemed like years passed. Finally the man spoke in a whisper, the voice of thousands speaking at once. “Ms. Quintada, I bring you a warning.”</p> <p>“A warning?” she cringed.</p> <p>“God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue to be done in the Universe. The sins of unbelievers weaken his power to act upon the hearts of men and influence the world. You have been chosen. You have been given the keys to the heavenly kingdom to further his will, yet you are walking a dark path”</p> <p>“What are you talking about?!” she cried. “Who are you?!” </p> <p>“I serve the Heavenly host…” he looked down at her.</p> <p>“Are you an angel?” she asked. He nodded.</p> <p>She looked at the being’s face. <em>He doesn’t look like an Angel,</em> she thought. <em>He actually looks demonic. He can’t be an angel. I know what an angel is. He must be a demon!</em> she thought as her heart raced. “You’re a liar! You’re trying to mislead me from God’s path. <em>I</em>,” she pointed at herself, “Serve God. <em>I</em> will return them to heaven by God’s command. <em>You</em> be gone!” she screamed. </p> <p>The man buckled at her command and fell to one knee. He looked up at her weakly, “You have been given free will to do either good or evil and the power you have been given cannot be taken once given. You must choose how you use the power and your faith. That is the law that the creator bound himself with at the hour of creation. It cannot be broken by his hand. Know this, you threaten the Kingdom. Choose wisely.”</p> <p>“Be gone. Demon. I reject your presence,” she said forcefully. The man began to flicker in and out of existence and fell to both knees. Holding his chest in pain, he looked up, “Lord! She was the wrong choice… the wrong choice!”</p> <p>“BE GONE DEMON! I REJECT YOU!” she screamed, righteous fury and anger strengthening her command. The being thrashed on the ground and lifted his hands to his ears and screamed an unholy howl before elemental forces tore him to shreds in a fury of light. His molecules exploded.</p> <p>Ms. Quintada stood, her heart racing. <em>It was a demon! A demon! I am doing God’s work. I have no doubt of it now. I will not be deterred!</em></p> <p>***********************</p> <p>When she arrived back home later that night, she headed toward her room. On the way up, she walked past Mr. Esquibel’s room and could hear him breathing gently in his sleep. As she moved, she could feel every curve and every movement of her new body. She could feel her taut arms and thighs glide over the thick concealing fabric of her clothing. </p> <p>Stopping in the hallway, she looked down at her hand and forearm and flexed, staring at the hypnotic quality of the swelling muscle. Her body was a force, a force to perpetuate the holy word of God. I destroyed a demon tonight, she mused, <em>This body is proof of God’s faith in me.</em> Standing there, she could hear Mr. Esquibel’s gentle breathing. She decided to quietly check on him.</p> <p>Tiptoeing, she could feel her new calve muscles bunch and flex as she moved into the room with a catlike grace and stealth. Approaching the bed, she looked down at Mr. Esquibel, smiled, and then sat down gently on the side of the bed, readjusting her long black skirt as she did so. As she relaxed her posture, she could feel part of her bland, black, blouse rip across her muscular back. She rolled her eyes and sighed. <em>Damn! That was my last blouse.</em> After a quick appraisal, she then looked down at the sleeping face of Mr. Esquibel. </p> <p>“Someday.. someday, you’ll love me,” she sniffed, a heartfelt tear welling in her eye. “Someday you’ll worship me and desire me the way I deserve, the way I‘ve always wanted,” she whispered. Then, wiping a tear from eye, she gently ran her fingers through his hair. He moaned quietly in his sleep, a hint of longing in the sound. She smiled down at his sleeping form and then she left.</p> <p>*************************</p> <p>The next morning, she sat in the sun room reading a newspaper. Mr. Esquibel had left before dawn on another four month trip. As she read, she could feel the whispers of sin growing around her but she was learning control. She felt a new sensation at that moment. An animalist drive to urinate and then a shameful, formless, primal thought of shame. <em>Did I just sense the dog urinate?</em> She got up to investigate and the dog looked at her in shame. A wet spot was present on the kitchen tiles. <em>My powers are growing! I can feel shame in animals!</em> She looked at the dog in judgment, and it fled.</p> <p>****************************</p> <p>She continued to enforce her will every time she detected sin. She made sure that the offenders said their mandatory prayers. The offenders focused on her as they prayed, staring deeply into her green eyes, only to repeat the same sin a few hours later as if it had never happened. For Ms. Quintada, it would anger her righteous fury into action. She began leaving instructions that they should pray every time they sinned or even thought that they had. She told them that if they failed to do so, she would return. More and more people, afraid of being confronted by Ms. Quintada, began to offer up prayers. Every one them thought of Ms. Quintada returning to mete out punishment if they didn’t abide. </p> <p>*****************************</p> <p>One afternoon, as she was cleaning the mansion, she felt this tremendous energy flow throw her and her body began to twitch in pain as she doubled over. “Lord! What’s happening to m.. ma…meee….” she cried only to stop when a wave of pleasure rolled over her. Suddenly her body started to grow and she could feel muscle begin to bubble and then bulge as she increased in height from 5’3 to 5’4. “Oh my Lord! Yes! Yessss!“ she moaned as she grew. “Reward me! Let me grow mooorrrrrreeeeeee!!!!"</p> <p>Within minutes of intense prayers, she had gained five pounds of muscle, giving her body an increasingly sexual allure. “That was wonnnnderrrful” she purred. She flexed her body in a lazy stretch and then went to the nearest mirror. <em>I look fantastic. My skin is glowing a healthy bronze,</em> she thought excitedly and then noticed that her clothes now no longer fit her comfortably. <em>This means I need new clothes.</em> She sighed, <em>Again.</em></p> <p>She drove into town to buy clothes from the place where she had bought her concealing blouses and skirts. Getting out of her car, she walked along the busy streets in front of the various shop faces which adorned the boulevard. As she walked, she began to notice the various women who were walking around in high heels, tight skirts, and tight blouses in the Brazilian heat. </p> <p><em>How can they parade around like that?</em>, she thought in disgust. <em>You could be like that</em>, her subconscious said, <em>You could be desired and wanted. Think of what you could have. Think of Mr. Esquibel,</em> it tempted her. <em>Why not?</em> </p> <p>Unconsciously, and suddenly she stopped in front of a fashionable clothing store. She stared at the seductive clothing items on display in the window. <em>Perhaps something shorter on the thigh?</em> she mused wickedly as she stepped into the store. </p> <p>“Hi can I help you?” a young, blonde, and athletic, twenty something woman asked. She had beautiful blue eyes, and a firm and toned body which screamed <em>I can get anyone I want, losers need not apply!</em> The young woman paused when she looked at Ms. Quintada’s baggy and bland clothing and sneered slightly. Her eyes possessed a contempt for Ms. Quintada which said, <em>Look at this old broad. You have got be kidding me!</em> </p> <p>Ms. Quintada smiled. “Why yes, I’d like to buy something new.”</p> <p>The young woman looked at Ms. Quintada appraisingly and said, “Follow Me.” The young woman then made her way over to a rack of clothes designed for slightly older people. </p> <p>Ms. Quintada laughed gently. “Uh, I was thinking that maybe I could try something on more like that,” she said pointing at the more sexy wares, “Yes. Definitely that.”</p> <p>The woman snickered outwardly. “Sure. Okay. Whatever. The dressing rooms are in the back. Try on whatever you’d like.”</p> <p>“Thanks, but these will be all that I’ll require,” she said picking up a black, body hugging, mid thigh length skirt, black stalkings/panty hose, a long sleeved, button up, black blouse, and a pair of black pumps. “Be back in a few.” she said as she turned her back on the young woman.</p> <p>Standing in the dressing room, she took off her heavy garments and slowly put the new ones on. Rolling the black pantyhose up her thigh, she marveled at how nicely the darker hose shaded her skin. Extending her leg out, she slowly rotated her leg and loved how the darker tones gave her muscular thighs the appearance of higher peaks and deeper valleys. Standing up, she slipped her feet into the black pumps and her calves flexed seductively. Taken all together, the combination of the mid-thigh length skirt, black blouse, and pumps gave her the sexiest pair of legs within a hundred miles of Rio De Janeiro, a city known for beautiful Brazilian women. Breaking a small piece of wood off the wooden hanger, she collected her luxurious black hair on top of her head in a sexy bun. While her face was still in the process of reaping God’s rewards through younger skin, fewer blemishes, and sexier lips, her thick, black rimmed glasses gave her an added touch that screamed “sexy librarian.” She puckered her lips in the mirror.</p> <p><em>I LIKE this,</em> she thought and then sighed. <em>Alas, I have a duty to God</em>, she frowned. </p> <p><em>Screw it!</em>, her mind said, <em>Live a little. You can have both. Embrace it. Let yourself be desired, loved, and beautiful.</em> She moaned at the thought. It was then at that moment that she decided that she no longer cared. Even though at times she felt guilty for her potential to cause others to sin, she was becoming indifferent. After all, <em>she</em> wasn‘t the one sinning, she reasoned, <em>they</em> were. She had always longed to be adored, had always longed to be beautiful. <em>So what if a sexy body fed sin? Sin could be dealt with through prayer.</em> After all, she thought greedily, their prayers brought them closer to God. God rewards her with her changing body, this sexiness, this STRENGTH that she had prayed for. </p> <p><em>And I LIKE it</em>, she thought deviously.</p> <p>That strength was on display now. She knew she was different. She was evolving. Changing, and with that change and evolution, Ms. Quintada decided to use her first name. Esmeralda, named for the glowing emerald eyes she possessed, the eyes which her parents named her for. With her changes, they were more radiant than ever. She felt reborn. </p> <p>She stepped out of the dressing room and called out to the young woman. “Ms! Ms! I need these items in some larger.. um… sizes.”</p> <p>“Just one minute Ma’am. I’m on the phone,” the younger woman said, one hand on the speaker of the phone as she responded to Esmeralda. <em>I’ll bet you need some larger sizes. Old hag</em>, she thought. “Yes. Uh hum. We have that item. Sure I can hold it for you. Just come on in. You have a good day too. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone, and turned around with her eyes closed, breathing slowly. She let her head slump forward and then opened her eyes.</p> <p>When she opened them, she saw a black pump in her field of vision and a shapely foot adorning it. She could see the definition of a woman’s Achilles tendon and the muscles which flared outward above it as her eyes moved slowly upward to the calve muscle’s soleus. While she stared, the woman in front of her shifted slightly and the calve muscle bunched up and created a muscular indentation, which was overhung by a meaty muscle. Moving her eyes higher, the store clerk’s gaze moved upward past toned quads and hamstrings which became concealed by the mid-thigh length skirt. The skirt clung snugly to perfectly shaped hips which tapered to a tight waist until the skirt was lost by the lose fitting blouse. Continuing upward, the clerk saw small mounds of cleavage from the partly unbuttoned blouse which gave her an incredible view of firm breasts supported by muscle tone. Then she saw the face of the woman she once snickered at.</p> <p>“Hello again,” Esmeralda smiled, “I like these. Do you also have some in larger sizes?” she said, turning slightly in appraisal.</p> <p>The young woman was lost for words. “I uh… I… have some more in the back.” Her eyes appraised Esmeralda again quickly and blood rushed up to her cheeks.</p> <p>Esmeralda began to hear whispers repeat in her mind. <em>ENVY… ENVY… ENVY…</em> With the whispers, Esmeralda felt the familiar tingle of energy flow into her and her heart began to race. <em>This woman is sinning,</em> she thought. <em>I must enforce God’s will.</em> </p> <p>Esmeralda smiled, “They’re in the back? Mind if I take a look with you? We’ve got some things to discuss about the power of prayer.”</p> <p><em>Watch out sinners. Esmeralda is coming.</em></p> <p>*************************</p> <p>As Esmeralda slept, she increasingly found her nights full of erotic dreams. Tonight, in her dream, she could hears whispers of committed sins and the silent prayers of people she had once encountered. As they did so in her dream, she would scream out in ecstasy and pleasure which was so intense that she was forced out of her sleep. </p> <p>Breathing heavily, her body sheathed in sweat, she propping herself up in bed. She looked down at her naked form and saw her that her erect nipples glistened with a small droplet of sweat which shown in the moonlight. She was also moist. <em>They’re continuing to pray, and the more they pray, the more strength God gives me. The faster the changes and his reward come,</em> she thought. <em>And I’ve grown again,</em> she smiled as she ran her hands over her sleek muscles. Unable to sleep, and out of habit and fascination, she put on her nightgown and then went to stand before her bathroom mirror. </p> <p>Turning slowly in the mirror, she noticed that her muscles had grown slightly larger in her sleep. She began to flex and as the blood rushed into her fitness sized arms, they began to occupy the extra space of the night gown's sleeves. <em>Wonderful!</em> she thought ecstatically, <em>Grow for me!</em> She opened up the gown and saw small liner divisions in her abdomen that were the beginnings of a six-pack. Her breasts were firm and had grown another cup size over the last month. Deeper lines of muscle could be seen on her upper chest, which had uplifted her once sagging mammaries. <em>If this continues, I won’t have to wear a bra anymore,</em> she mused. Then she touched her glans clitoris again and a small exasperated sigh escaping from her lips as she did so. <em>It’s a little larger and more sensitive now. How much more will I change?</em></p> <p>She giggled and then began making various faces in the mirror. The blemishes on her face were fading and her hair was now completely untouched by silver. It was thick and dark she noticed as she ran her strong fingers through it. </p> <p>She smiled as she flexed and hummed a James Blunt tune, supplementing her own lyrics. "These are my legs, they are large and strong, they are beautiful, they’re beautiful, they’re beautiful it’s true ..." </p> <p>Suddenly she stopped. She could feel sin. It was close by. She turned and looked behind her. She saw a face eying her from the slightly ajar door. As with other times when she felt sin, her self righteous feelings welled within her. "You perv!" she yelled as she nearly tore the door handle off and grabbed the perpetrator by the neck. It was Peter, Mr. Esquibel‘s 35 year old nephew. His night pajamas were bulging at the crotch. </p> <p>She softened her grip. “You LUST after me?! You are engaged! You will pray three-hundred Hail Mary's now!” She forced Peter to the floor. “LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU DO IT!”</p> <p>He looked in her eyes, and uttered the prayer. “Good,” Esmeralda said, “continue.”</p> <p>Ms. Quintada, his former housekeeper, now Esmeralda the hand of God, could feel her holy body, becoming increasingly powerful. She felt the feverish energy as he prayed. She could feel his lust and arousal funnel into the prayer and thus into her. </p> <p><em>I want more. More. MORE!!!</em> she thought feverishly.</p> <p>Their prayers for forgiveness gave her more power and strength. As it did, her mind slowly expanded as a new reasoning and purpose dawned on her. <em>This</em> was her true mission on Earth. Through faith and miracles she understood that she was now made to confront sin. <em>I am important,</em> she thought. <em>I’m more than a tool of God’s will. I may be the most important person in 2,000 years! I am a Prophet. A new messiah!</em> </p> <p>Her heart was pounding as Peter‘s continued prayers had become a dull noise in the background. Closing her eyes, she opened her mind and she could sense the energy and direction of Peter’s prayers. She could feel his concentration as he kneeled before her and she noticed how hard he was working to stay focused on his prayer rather than on the thigh muscles of his housekeeper. </p> <p><em>Yesss, Peter,</em> she thought to herself, <em>I am beautiful.</em> She flexed her thigh muscle which contracted upward creating a small valley of shadowed muscle. As she did so, she could hear Peter’s voice crack slightly and she saw small glimmers of sweat condense on his forehead.</p> <p>Esmeralda smiled and then, emboldened in her purpose, forcefully told Peter to continue his prayers before leaving to wake up the six other member’s of Mr. Esquibel’s family. <em> They have sinned. They must repent. They must do it now. I must lead the way.</em> </p> <p>One by one, she went into each of their rooms. Using her tremendous strength, which was growing steadily from Peter’s focus, she woke each of them and forcefully drug them downstairs. Commanding each of them to kneel and forcing those who disobeyed. She looked at them. “You will pray! 600 hundred prayers for your sins! Now!”</p> <p>“What are you doing?! Pray at this time of night? Ms. Quintada what’s happened to you? Have you gone crazy? We haven’t done anything!” Philip said. </p> <p>Esmeralda sat for a moment, thinking about his words. Out of all of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, Philip had remained the most religiously devout and had not been exposed to Esmeralda’s intrusions.</p> <p><em>I’ll change that,</em> she thought as her zeal overcame her.</p> <p>Esmeralda stood over Philip, her foot in front of his face, her calve muscles protruding outwardly, “What about lust? I know you lust Philip,” she said. </p> <p>“I….I…” he stammered, “I’m not like my brothers. I’m married and my wife is…”</p> <p>“Really Philip?," she cut him off. "You’ve always been a good boy but surely you’ve sinned?” She said, brushing her hands up her thighs and the smooth contours of her body as she stretched sensuously. Reaching the top of her movement, her hands were extended overhead forcing her breasts outward. She held them there for a moment, smiling seductively. From Philip’s position he could see the definition of her triceps as her arms reached full extension.</p> <p>“Everybody sins Philip,” she said sexily as she strode over to him kneeling on the floor. As she moved her shapely legs and calve muscles moved sensuously as she model walked across the floor. She smiled as she noticed how intense his eyes were fixed on her. “Oh Philly,” she pouted, her luscious lips puckered, “does your wife have a body like this?” she said flexing her bicep. “Here, touch my leg.”</p> <p>He looked at her timidly, slowly raising his hand uncertainly.</p> <p>“Go ahead Philly, it’s okay. Here, let me help you.” She reached down slowly to her skirt and lifted it up slowly, exposing her fitness sized and shaped leg. She then bent one knee slightly and extended the other leg out with a ballet dancer’s grace. Her flexed calve muscle and thigh slowly began to highlight various muscles in the shadows. “Touch it..”</p> <p>Philip's hand, now trembling, ran along her smooth skin and a moan escaped from his lips. “Oh my. Ms. Quintada...”</p> <p>Instantly, as if on queue, she could feel Philip’s fascination with her leg and the familiar pulse of his growing sin as he looked upon her. The others, fascinated with her power, began to sin as well. She could hear whispers of <em>LUST</em> in the back of her mind which strengthened as Philip's sin joined the chorus. “Ahh, ah, ah, Philip,” she said with a playful voice, “you’re lusting. You must pray like the others.” She quickly pulled her leg back and let her skirt down again. “Do it! Now!”</p> <p>As they prayed, she could feel their energy flow into her. She felt it run along her body. She could feel the small hairs of her arms raise and stand up as if touched by static electricity. For her muscles, it felt as if someone was massaging them as they twitched slowly. She felt her purpose. <em>I will be a prophet! I will do God’s work his will! I will be more important than anyone!</em> </p> <p>As she stood, she ran her hands over her body and writhed in pleasure as she felt muscles grow slowly around her body. The higher the level of the prayer, the more powerful she became. With more power, the more her mind opened up and the better she could feel the sins around her. </p> <p>Her mind wandered as she closed her eyes, the prayers of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews faded out. <em>There!</em> A man cheating on his wife. <em>Sinner! There</em> a woman doing the same. <em>Sinner!</em> She saw a man rob a convenience store. <em>Sinner!</em> A man cheated at a card game, smiling at his greed. <em>Sinner! I can feel them! her mind cried, They must all repent!</em></p> <p>Opening her dazzling green eyes, she flexed her left bicep. With her right hand she reached up and touched it. She could feel the smooth skin under her finger tips. She traced the pulsating vein, felt the hard peak, and she smiled. She looked down at her bicep, now the size of a baseball and it was good. She had also grown another 2 inches in height. She was now 5‘6. </p> <p>Peter, still praying, was becoming nervous as he saw Ms. Quintada grow. It was surreal. He had to get away. He had to run away and stop feeding her. <em>She’s growing! She’s not human and she’s becoming too powerful,</em> he thought nervously, sweat gathering on his forehead through his lust, <em>I have to get away!</em> </p> <p>As if she sensed his thoughts, Esmeralda walked toward him and grabbed him by the arm, the veins on top of her hands pulsating as her body continued to transform. Peter cried out in pain. “You can’t escape me! None of you can! Don’t you see what’s happening?” she whispered into his ear “I’m becoming God‘s sole messenger on Earth. I will ALWAYS be one step ahead of you and you will not escape my judgment. Now pray,” she laughed maniacally.</p> <p>She walked over to a mirror and looked down at her leg. She saw her muscle ther grow, larger, more muscular, stronger. <em>Yes!</em> She moaned. “Aaaaaa….” she moaned as she ran her fingers downward to the growing area of moisture between her legs.</p> <p>Suddenly she realized that James had stopped praying. She turned to him and he pleaded with her, telling her that he done his quota. <em>FALSE WITNESS</em> whispered in her mind. “Liar!” she said. “God knows! He knows that you’re a liar. I know that you’re a liar.”</p> <p>“H..ha..howw?” James stammered</p> <p><em>This is how sweet James,</em> a voice whispered in the heads of everyone in the house, <em>God has granted me powers to enforce Heaven's will. I have telepathy and I can see and hear everything that comes from you. You can not hide anything from me, or commit any sin. I am seeing into each one of you, and …my God!</em> she gasped as a new realization dawned on her.</p> <p>Flipping through their minds, Esmeralda could see every sin that that they had ever committed. And now they will pay for them. “I can hear your thoughts,” she said aloud. “From now on, you will all have daily quotas. You will pray four hours a day to pay for your sins.”</p> <p>As they prayed before her, and her powers grew, she realized, for the first time, why and how her body was transforming. There was energy flowing directly into her, not from God as she had once believed. <em>Directly into me?,</em> she thought. <em>The energy was not from God?</em> As it flowed into her, her conversation with the angel resurfaced in her mind.</p> <p> “God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue to be done in the Universe.” <em>What does that mean? God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue? His power?,</em> she questioned while other snippets arose in her mind. </p> <p>“You hold the keys to his Kingdom. You have free will,” he had said. <em>Keys? Free will?</em><br /> she thought, <em>He granted me the power to do his will against sinners and save them for HIS kingdom!</em></p> <p>“The sins of unbelievers weaken his power to influence the hearts of man.” <em>Power? Sin?</em></p> <p>“You threaten his kingdom. Choose Wisely.” <em>Choose wisely?</em> </p> <p>Suddenly it hit her. Power, Free Will, Faithful, Sins, and KINGDOM, she thought ecstatically, <em>The power of God comes from the Faithful of his Kingdom. The faithful have free will and their sins erode the power of his kingdom. Take all that away, give someone else the keys to the Kingdom and..,</em> she gasped and then looked down at those who were praying, smiled wickedly as she did so.</p> <p> “Furthermore you will also have a NEW prayer.” She raised her hands, palms upward "Let us continue to grow within the mother, give her the wisdom, the power to punish those who sin." She then she said forcefully, meeting their gazes, “You will. each repeat it three hundred times every day.” </p> <p><em>NOW,</em> we will see true justice done.</p> <p>****************************</p> <p>Over the next few days, the prayers generated new strength for Esmeralda. Now she could read minds of anyone close by and read their sins. Her face was becoming more beautiful and she displayed her body whenever she went out. Everyone knew that she had become a physically powerful woman. She was getting more stares everyday.</p> <p>When her clothing could no longer sustain her growing form, she saw a local seamstress in the city. Esmeralda, finally decided that her body was worth worship and had the seamstress create an extravagant dress that hugged her body. The dress, simple black colored v-neck with long sleeves which covered her arms, exposed the large muscles which lied under her firm and large breasts and then slowly descended to her trim waist. Skin tight, the dress followed the curve of her tight body, over her smooth hips, and to her thighs and lower legs which were revealed by slit in the skirt to facilitate movement. Whenever Esmeralda moved, the dress exposed her thighs and the bulging muscles there. <em>Yes, that’s right. Desire me. And after you have sinned, you will pray.</em> </p> <p>As she left, she could feel people’s stares upon her and their growing obsession. She thought to herself, <em>What I have, they desire for themselves. I have the power and they secretly desire one such as I. But they are not humble enough. They are not worthy to be able to look upon such light.</em> With that she began walking toward the church, the streets quiet and empty.</p> <p>Rounding a corner, she saw three men approach her. They each had the same pale white skin, white hair, and trench coats that the “demon” had possessed. This should be interesting.</p> <p>When they neared her, they appeared gaunt and sickly. Almost as if they were losing their famed powers. The leader raised his hand, and with the voice of thousands speaking as one he addressed her. “Esmeralda, you must stop this course of action. You were not meant for this power. You were supposed to use your heart for good to do the will of God. Not usurp it.”</p> <p>She put her hands on her hips, with one hip cocked to the side. “I have given your God my faith my entire life, and in return I was left with nothing. I was unattractive, my parents were sickly and died, and I never did <em>anything</em> with my life. Where was he then?” she said defiantly.</p> <p>“Surely you don’t mean that God was always wit…”</p> <p>“Don’t tell me what I mean!” she screamed. “I’m going into that Church to talk to MY,” she laughed sexily, “yes, MY congregation about faith. Stop me if you can, but one way or the other, <em>I</em>,” she pointed at herself, "will become the master of all that there is. When I do, I won't abandon my subjects. They will desire their God and I will provide for them." She said as she folded her arms across each other, her large biceps straining the material of her dress.</p> <p>The angel, looked weak as her words drained him. “We cannot stop you. This village has lost their faith and with it our power and God’s ability to work here has nearly vanished.” he said sadly. “Alas, the world has lost it’s faith which has impacted the Heavenly host’s powers.”</p> <p>“Thanks for telling me that,” she smiled. “It will make my ascension….” her tongue licked her luscious lips sensuously and she flexed a bicep, tracing it's contours with long and shapely finger from other hand, “Easier. ..Now be gone!” she yelled only once. The beings screamed in terror and then burst from within with flickers of light.</p> <p>She headed toward the Church.</p> <p>When she arrived, the church was packed with people. Ever since she had started her Crusade, attendance had gone up. The irony was, is that when people came in the Church, they weren’t thinking of God, they were thinking of her. As she walked in, people stared at her. She smiled.</p> <p>“As you know, I’m Ms. Quintada but you can all call me Esmeralda. If you can’t tell, I’ve gone through some…” she smirked, “changes recently which have been given to me by a.." she touched her lips with her fantastic sculpted index finger, now adorned nail polish colored a deep red, "Higher power shall we say.” </p> <p>Everyone remained silent. Her body, now 6’ foot tall, was hypnotic. Strong muscles graced her every curve and her tight clothing drew attention to her large, shelf, like breasts. Her nipples could be seen pressing up against the fabric of her dress. She paused for effect, “I am here because you’re all sinners.”</p> <p>The Padre raised his hands and yelled at her “Get out of here Esmeralda! This is a house of God and you’re disrupting his word!”</p> <p>“His word? HIS word?!” she sneered. “What do you know of HIS word? HIS word is a lie. God is a woman!” <em>Or at least she will be,</em> she mused. “Many of you have felt her impact on your lives and know the truth!” Implanting the thought that God was woman would further erode their faith to HIM, she knew. </p> <p>Meeting the eyes of the church goers she saw people, looking downward in shame as they remembered the prayers they made with Esmeralda as their unwitting focus. “And You!” she said pointing at the Padre, “were willing to have your flock go out and sin. You don’t possess the word of GOD. I do!”</p> <p>“Get her out of here!” the Padre shouted as five men from the back row walked up behind Esmeralda to grab her. As the first one reached for her she read his thoughts and saw where he was going and she grabbed his arm. Pulling it past her, she struck his stomach, driving the air out of him. He collapsed as he sought to suck in the air he had lost.</p> <p>“You don‘t!…” she threw the next person to the ground.</p> <p>“Speak…” she backhanded the third guy, sending him flying.</p> <p>“For…” She crouched quickly, threw out her right foot, and swept the footing out from under the person to her right. Rising quickly, she reached for the last attacker, grabbed his arm, and used her flaring biceps and her tremendous strength to bend his arm behind him. Holding the man, who was grunting in pain, she walked him up to the altar.</p> <p>“GOD!” she yelled as she put her foot in the man’s back and shoved him flying toward the Padre.</p> <p>“I DO!!” she screamed, turning to the congregation which was now frozen in fear. “You will all pray for your sins. Kneel!” she commanded. </p> <p>A man, desperate to escape, ran toward the door. As he approached it the wooden latch slammed down as if moved by an unseen force. He turned back and looked at Esmeralda, her right arm extended. Her green eyes were glowing beneath her thick framed glasses. “Sit. All of you. I need more people praying for me. Repeat after me: "Let us continue to grow within the mother. God give her the wisdom, and the power to punish those who transgress HER word." The people began to pray…</p> <p>********************</p> <p>As the church service continued every Sunday, Esmeralda became a permanent fixture on the altar. As prayers were uttered, Esmeralda grew inch by inch every week. The process was always the same. As they prayed, she would stand on the alter and unashamedly absorb their energies as her muscles stretched and grew. Behind her, the church goers, silently uttering their prayers, could see her tailor-made dresses rip in a v-shape down her back as her lats expanded.. When she turned, they got a view of her legs as small tears in the fabric raced up her skirt as her hamstrings and quads grew. To the church goers, it sounded like a zipper opening.</p> <p>Her back, now uncovered, rippled in oceans of giant muscles and her lat showed striations of thick, corded muscle. When her clothes ripped, a sigh of pleasure escaped from Esmeralda’s lips. </p> <p>None of Esmeralda‘s garments lasted more than a week and the people of the church began to openly LUST after her. <em>I’m not so foolish as the current God, she giggled inwardly, I will draw my power from both faith and sin. One will feed the other and feed me my power.</em></p> <p>She looked out across the praying crowd. <em>The men will lust after me and the women will be full of envy. Look upon me and see the power of God!</em> her thoughts whispered in their minds.</p> <p>She didn’t care. Sin fueled prayer. Prayer gave her purpose. She wanted them to know that she was different. She wanted them to know that she was unique. She had power and a body to go with it but she wanted so much more. She wanted to grab the power of the Kingdom of Heaven so that her subjects basked in the glory of HER universe. </p> <p><em>Soon,</em> she thought. <em>Very soon.</em></p> <p>*****************************</p> <p>Over time, Esmeralda started to develop greater powers which she reveled in. Following the church service, frightened people would approach her with sick loved ones for healing and Esmeralda healed them all with a touch. Her only requirement was that they pray to her as a living saint/ prophet and spread her new faith to others. Her flock grew, and more people from the surrounding areas packed into the church, drawn by some powerful need to see her. It no longer mattered to them that it was no longer a Christian church. Pilgrimages to see Esmeralda were preached in the countryside and thousands came to seek her blessing. </p> <p>Every Sunday, as her body transformed slowly to perfection, her mental powers also grew and her mind was blossoming with new abilities. ESP, telekinesis, immense intelligence, super hearing, and increased speed and reflexes, were now hers to command. No one could oppose her and her words became law in the village and surrounding countryside. </p> <p>At her command, the old cross was taken down and a throne was placed at the head of the Church for Esmeralda’s use. She now commanded so many people that she no longer cared about using the trappings of traditional faith to cover her ambitions. Her followers would only focus on her and her alone. <em>There is only me now,</em> she thought.</p> <p>During the masses, as the power and energy of thousands flowed into her, she felt a burning desire for more. <em>I want to become all powerful..</em> she thought. <em>I want to be supreme! I will have it but it's taking too long!</em> Focused on that thought, she began to funnel the tremendous energies stored in her body and the energies from the praying congregation to slowly probe and hopefully break the barrier between mortal and immortal. As the congregation prayed, Esmeralda focused the energy in search of new weakness in the barrier. When she found them, she chipped away at them, bringing her closer and closer to what she desired. Everyday new abilities flowered in her mind as she could now begin to pierce into the quantum levels of creation. She felt that her ascension to omnipotence was near. </p> <p>Her followers, enraptured, began to write new prayers under her guidance to further her ambitions. "We pray that the strength of our mother continues to grow to the infinite. We pray that Esmeralda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know. " </p> <p>She was now 6’6 and 230 pounds of muscle. She could now hear thoughts from miles and miles around and feel their sin. <em>They lust after me,</em> she thought, <em>I am becoming a goddess to them. I am becoming a goddess in power myself but I must have MORE. This is not going fast enough!</em> She thought, frustrated.</p> <p>Esmeralda, looked into the mirror and saw her face. She was no longer ugly but beautiful. Flawless, ageless. Her long dark hair, glowing green eyes, full lips, and bronzed skin were flawless. She flexed her muscles in the mirror and could see the now near limitless power there. Her breasts, now FF’s were firm and inch long nipples shone through the fabric of her black dress. With a word she could drive <em>anyone</em> to sin. She could turn her pheromones on and off at a moment’s notice. But she needed MORE.</p> <p>The next day she approached Padre Eurico. She could tell that he had pleasured himself to her image and she could feel the sin roll off of him. As she approached him, her glorious body, the depth of her breasts, and the striation of her muscles, sent him into a frenzy. <em>LUST LUST LUST</em> her mind whispered. </p> <p>She smiled down at him. “Morning Padre. As you know, our congregation has grown as word spreads.” She said as she folded her arms, her huge biceps protruding through the fabric of her dress. “I want to go global. I want you to contact the media and set something up.”</p> <p>“Yes, we can do that. We can set something up Esmeralda,” he said, transfixed by her green eyes as he looked up into them.</p> <p>“Excellent,” she smiled. “Next Sunday then.”</p> <p>“Yes Esmeralda,” he said in rapture, pleading silently for a reward.</p> <p>“You may cum for me now Padre,” she whispered. Instantly, his body released his pent up sexual energy, causing him to moan as he fainted due the overflow of eroticism present in her simple command.</p> <p>"Don't forget to pray Padre," she smiled, turning her back on form. She knew he would.</p> <p>“All too easy,” she whispered as she walked out of the church.</p> <p>***************<br /> Esmeralda, left the church and walked home to Mr. Esquibel’s estate. While she did, people stared at in awe but none had approached her. A few days ago, Esmeralda had lost control during an intense energy filled transfer and her pheromones had driven everyone into a sexual frenzy for miles around. People, acting primal, trampled over themselves in their attempts to reach her. Sensing the pain and misery of those around her, she had to project herself into their minds to stop people and calm their sexual lust. Ever since then, she had radiated waves of calm from her super-evolved mind. In the end, they could look, but they couldn’t touch and their greed, lust, and envy, were funneled back into their prayers at night.</p> <p>As she walked past a small coffee shop, she heard her name on the Television. She stopped. An American news outlet flashed her picture which the paparazzi had captured two days ago. After a short introduction, the news pundit went into a split screen featuring talking heads. Below them, a ticker ran under their conversation: Brazilian Priestess to Hold Televised Mass next Sunday… Religious groups around the world are criticizing the event…</p> <p><em>Yes,</em> she thought, <em>give me free advertising.</em> </p> <p>The pundit, an older man in a well pressed suit asked, “Dr. Jannison, can you explain the growing numbers of people who are having dreams about this woman at night? Is this just some mass consciousness thing going on? I mean, clearly she’s a beautiful woman and all, but what’s the fascination? Can you tell me?”</p> <p>Dr. Jannison, dressed in a red blazer, was an attractive blonde haired woman with deep blue eyes. “Well Will, you partly answered the question. First off, Ms. Quintada is a celebrity in the southern hemisphere. She’s had a profound affect on the way people down there view faith and religious worship. As you can see from these photos, she’s also a very attractive woman who has broken the Hollywood “waif” barrier of physical attractiveness..."</p> <p>Will O’Ridley interrupted her, “Yeah, yeah we see that doctor. She’s very powerfully built and women around the world have begun to lift weights to emulate her look. Get to the dream part.”</p> <p>Dr. Jannison smiled, “Well, that’s part of the effect Will. Since she has become an icon, she has also become the subject of people's projected fantasies on an unconscious level. This unconscious level is exacerbated when people gather around the proverbial "water cooler" the next day to talk about a wild dream they had involving her. When the other people hear the story, see the photographs, and read the news about her, they begin to unconsciously think about her and this influences their dreams. They then dream, and pass their experiences onto the next person and so on, and so on. To put it simply, it’s a heard mentality playing out on a conscious and unconscious level. Of course, we’ve never seen it on this level focused solely on one person.”</p> <p>Esmeralda smiled and muttered quietly, “If only you truly knew. As I continue to change, you’d be surprised how much influence I have over reality,” she giggled.</p> <p>Will balked at her, “Come on Doctor Jannison, that’s absurd for them to dream of her to the erotic extent that they do.”</p> <p>Dr. Jannison smiled, “Is it? What about you Mr. O’Ridley? Have you ever dreamt of her?”</p> <p>He swallowed visibly, his face was red. “Well.. uh.. .Doctor.. I... oh look, we must go to a commercial break. Thanks for coming on the show.” </p> <p>Esmeralda smiled as they went to a commercial and then used her mind to change the channel again. The channel went to another station of talking heads. </p> <p>This time the ticker read “Religious Groups Rally to Protest Brazilian Priestess’ Televised Event next Sunday. Spokesman of the various Churches have been unable to rally numbers en masse…”</p> <p>Another pundit, this one a man in his early 50’s and sporting grey hair and coffee house reading glasses was surrounded by a round table of religious representatives from various faiths. He turned to one of the representatives and asked, “What do you think about this Brazilian Priestess’ church? She has clearly gathered a very large following but her followers closely monitor and restrict the information about the service itself. Knowing that, do you really believe that this new Church is a threat to established faith?” he giggled, “Should I put her on my worst person in the world list?”</p> <p>A heavyset man, wearing a Reverend’s collar answered, “No need for that Mr. Olderman. I think it’s pure idolatry and hype. As you said, we know virtually nothing about this service. The people in the surrounding area have kept it a closely guarded secret. That concerns us, we’ve all,” he waved his hand to the circle of other religious leaders, “tried sending people there to discover the story. They either faint with no recollection of events only to end up back in their hotel rooms unharmed, or they come back changed people, brainwashed. Do I think this church represents a challenge to our Faith in the long run? No, I don’t.I think it will be exposed. Are the followers of this new church dangerous? Yes. Very dangerous.”</p> <p>Mr. Olderman responded, “Well, I don’t think she’s as dangerous as you all say and I really doubt that her popularity surpasses the President’s. I mean after all, our President is absolutely fantastic and can do no wrong. I along with Mr. Chris Mayhews get a tingle running down my leg every time I see him. A lot of people find him very attractive and I can’t imagine anyone not listening to him and his voice and…” he stopped, his eyes glazed over, as he realized he was rambling a bit too affectionately about the leader of the free world and getting off topic. The others at the table, and those at home, looked at him quizzically, confusion marring their expressions. He blushed.</p> <p>“Uh… my apologies. And what do you think of Obam...er.. Ms. Quintada or Esmeralda as she calls herself? She’s clearly an attractive woman,” he added jokingly.</p> <p><em> Are you serious?</em> Esmeralda thought. <em>That newscaster has an unhealthy fixation, a mancrush, on his political leader. What a douche!</em> she laughed.</p> <p>The Reverend’s face went red, “Well uh.. I’m a married man and a man from God’s true Church. I would never ever succumb to sinning or fantasizing, especially about a woman like Ms. Quintada. The good book says Thou shall not covet…”</p> <p>Esmeralda laughed. “We shall see about that.” She then closed her eyes and reached out her mind and focused in on the studio 5,000 miles away. Her mind raced across time and space in an instant and through the studio, zipping through halls, over keyboards and computers until it found the large television screen situated behind Mr. Olderman’s guests. </p> <p>There was a flicker of light and the Reverend stopped his monologue. “What was that?” he said as the men turned and looked around the room, their gaze stopping at an image of Esmeralda stretching luxuriously in her bed on the big screen behind them. Her arms were above her stretched above her. Her dark hair was free and splayed wildly in dark halo around her head on the dark red bedsheets. She had one leg straight, the muscles of her calves and quads flexed while her other knee was bent upward.</p> <p>“As I said I would never lust after anoth… uh… Oh Wow..,” he said softly transfixed at the image. “She’s so beautiful. So...so.. Sexy.” Sweat gathered on his forehead and he reached up a hand to loosen his Reverend’s collar. “It’s almost like I can hear her calling to me as if she wants me to..” he said absently. His hands reached downward beneath the table as the microphones picked up the sound of a zipper. He, and the others started to moan. </p> <p>BEEEEEEEEP….. A noise flashed across the screen followed by a network logo. “We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please standby.”</p> <p>Esmeralda laughed as she left the coffee house.</p> <p>***************<br /> When Esmeralda came home to Mr. Esquibel’s estate, the familiar scents of his grounds awoke something in her. She realized that, after all of this time, in all of her life, she had never been with a man sexually. She pondered this problem. <em>Why do I need this?</em> her subconscious responded, <em>If you’re to become a goddess who will sit in judgment, you must understand the sins that comes with the pleasure of the flesh. You must experience it while still mortal.</em></p> <p>She looked down at her body. Since garnering her glorious power and irresistible body, Esmeralda had experienced a sexual awakening. Up till now, her awakening was limited to her erotic dreams and growth during church service and prayers. However, even with all of the pleasure of growing she had experienced recently, she still possessed a sexual energy, dammed up for years, that demanded she take a lover to bed. It begged for release even as it flowed into her new body and muscles. </p> <p>As she thought about it, she unconsciously began to reach down to pleasure herself when she stopped. <em>What am I doing. I can have anyone!</em> she thought. <em>I have the energy of a sexual goddess at my command, and the body to go with it. I MUST have sex!</em> she cried. </p> <p>Her thoughts flew to Mr. Esquibel who was away. She had always been attracted to the man and she wanted him desperately. <em>It’s a sin,</em> she thought. <em>Oh but what fun.</em> She looked at the calendar. Mr. Esquibel would be home today.</p> <p>That night, Mr. Esquibel, only 47 years of age, slim, fit, and dark haired, arrived to an empty house. “Man it’s hot in here,” he said to himself as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “Where is everyone? Anyone home?” he said to silence. <em>Strange,</em> he thought, and then proceeded upstairs with his luggage. When he entered his darkened bedroom he saw a tall, curvy, shadow in the corner. It startled him. </p> <p>“Hello Mr. Esquibel,” a sexy voice dripping with femininity and power whispered, sending shivers up his spine, “Welcome home.”</p> <p>“Who are y….” he was cut off as he was lifted into the air by an invisible force and floated over toward the shadow and into Esmeralda’s waiting arms.</p> <p><em>Why, it’s me Mr. Esquibel. Ms. Quintada.</em> He heard in his mind as she reached down with her strong hands and tore off his shirt. Her pheromones oozed off of her and she gave him the full brunt of it. She kissed him. Her tongue and lips moving seductively.</p> <p>He responded instantly. His member rose and his body was flushed with heat in the already muggy night. She disengaged from the kiss and used her power to float him toward the bed. “Wha.. Are you doing?”</p> <p><em>Relax. You are mine.</em> He heard in his mind again and saw two flashes of green glow in her eyes. He landed softly on the bed.</p> <p><em>I have always loved you Mr. Esquibel. Tonight I will you take to a place beyond your wildest imagination,</em> she thought as she walked toward his form on the bed. He looked up at her glowing green eyes and felt a small tug on his belt. He looked down and saw his belt and zipper undo themselves, moving by an invisible force. He looked up at Esmeralda in fear. “How…”</p> <p>“Shhhh,” she said bringing a sensuous finger to her lips. She bent down, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders, as she moved her mouth downward to his erect member. She looked into Mr. Esquibel’s eyes, smiled, and then puckered her lips slightly to blow softly on his member. Has she did, he squirmed in pleasure has he realized that she had increased the number nerve endings, making him more sensitive. </p> <p>She smiled at his response, stood up again turned around, and then flexed her muscles, causing her dress to rip to shreds. From her head to her toes, her tight body glistened in the moonlit shadows. Rivulets of sweet ran slowly down sculpted traps. Turning back around, Mr. Esquibel could see glistening sparkles of sweat run on her smooth breasts, now protruding from her body and made perfectly firm by the slats of pectoral muscle laying underneath. Her midriff and stomach also glistened as tiny rivulets ran down her rippling six pack, and continued down to her female erogenous zones. In the shadows, he could see her clitoris, the size and circumference of a small strawberry, and her mound swollen with arousal and moist with yearning. </p> <p>She leaned down and kissed him again and then she moved down his body with her mouth, her strong hands trailing behind as she used her luscious lips to tease him. After tingles of pleasure, she took her luscious lips and put them over his member. <em>Mine. Forever!</em> she whispered in his mind as she started to pleasure him. Her mouth and tongue worked over him, sending incredible impulses into his mind from the new nerves she had given him. However, she paced her mouth and tongue to keep his ultimate release just out of reach.</p> <p>It was agonizing. “Esmeralda…” he panted, “it’s so incredible. Pla.. Please let me ca..cum.” he stuttered aloud.</p> <p><em>Yes. It is incredible. I’m going to be a goddess soon.</em></p> <p><em>You are?</em> he thought back.</p> <p><em>Yes. Soon I will have power over all things. My time has come.</em></p> <p>“I… I don’t believe you,” he managed to get between breaths “You look like you’re 25 years old. What have you done to Ms.. Ms.. Quintada?” </p> <p>She stopped her fellatio and moved away from him and she could feel his disappointment and longing. When she was five feet away she clamped her hand, making a circle with her fingers, and then pumped her fist in the air in a jerking motion. <em>I am Ms. Quintada, now Esmeralda, and soon to be a goddess. I can do whatever I want to you Mr. Esquibel. You. Are. MINE.</em> With the word "mine" Mr. Esquibel shivered in ecstasy has he orgasmed. </p> <p>She then walked back over to him and crawled onto the bed, her giant frame moving with a surreal grace for her size. She ran her lips over his body and then when she had gone far enough, she propped herself up and threw her muscular thighs over his body to straddle him. Her opening hovered over his manhood. <em>Do you want this?</em>, he heard her voice in his thoughts. <em>Do you want me now?</em></p> <p>He looked at her and as he did, he could see her lower abs moving as she breathed with sexual intensity. He could see her feminine mound moving and pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat as blood flowed down there from her arousal. He could also see incredible muscle contractions and her fine motor control as she flexed hidden muscles causing her labia to move, contract, and loosen on command with smooth, controlled motions. Looking at her enlarged clitoris, he watched with wonder as another series of muscle contractions appeared to readjust it slightly downward as if it was positioning for contact with his shaft. </p> <p><em>That’s not possible!</em>, he thought. <em>Women can’t do that!<em></em></em></p> <p>“I can Mr. Esquibel. As I changed I made certain…” she smiled mischievously, “Alterations to my body and musculature.” She contracted her muscles again, forcing her clitoris and labia to move in small, erotic, undulations and contractions.</p> <p><em>Do you want me now?</em>, she projected again.</p> <p>“Yes,” he whispered.</p> <p>Her eyes flashed green again and then she slid down upon him. His mind was lost in pleasure as she began to rock her hips slowly. She used her inner muscles and contractions to control his ability to orgasm.</p> <p><em>Pray to me,</em> she projected into his mind. <em>Make me more powerful.</em></p> <p>He began to pray to her as she rode him. The pleasure was intense as warmth built up in his body. He finally orgasmed, screaming in ecstasy with the most powerful orgasm of his life while she moaned in pleasure. “Yessssss…… give me evvverrrryyything,….” she purred as her inner muscles milked him for all that he was worth. She then laid her head on his chest.</p> <p><em>You will love me forever.</em> she projected into his mind as he slipped into blissful unconsciousness.</p> <p>***********************<br /> That Sunday, millions upon millions of people tuned in to watch Esmeralda’s service. Hyped, news outlets around the world did specials about the event. Newspapers and magazines ran with her picture on their covers with headlines such as “Is she the second Coming?”, “Angel or Demon?” or “Is this God’s TRUE Church?” Her popularity grew.</p> <p>The day of the broadcast, curious onlookers tuned in to see, what many called, the most beautiful woman in the world. Across the globe, on the screens of Times Square, in Beijing, London, Paris, and Moscow, large screens had been put up for the event. Governments, laughed at the event but decided to show it anyway to their various constituents to show the watchers that it was a hoax. No one under the age of 18 was allowed to the event and parents were given parental warnings not to watch. With that, various religious groups protested the telecast as heretical.</p> <p>Within the church itself, there was little security. The people sat in their pews, thousands more sat outside, their heads bowed down in silence. From behind a curtain Esmeralda appeared in her stunning form fitting dress, her green eyes sparkled into the camera.</p> <p>“People of the world, thank you for watching.” She closed her eyes and added a sliver of power to her voice, “If you are a parent, turn the television off NOW,” she commanded, and the millions who watched and were affected by her command did so. She smiled as her mind felt her command instantly obeyed. That is nothing to what power I’ll soon have. </p> <p>She opened her eyes and looked into the camera “You are about to witness an amazing act of faith. Five months ago, I was nothing. But through my unwavering faith, God has granted me strength and purpose to save sinners through prayer and bring them closer to salvation. Many of you are wondering why there is no cross at this church. The religion you know is a lie. A two thousand year old cover up. The true God only needs your faith. She needs only your prayers. Let me guide you to it,” she smiled kindly. “Please join us.” She then sat down regally in her chair.</p> <p>“Begi….”</p> <p>“You must die!” a man shouted in the crowd. He had smuggled a gun into the service to kill her. Running up on the altar, he fired his entire clip into Esmeralda’s chest. The slugs tore through muscle and bone as blood splattered across the altar. Esmeralda’s eyes went blank and her body slumped.</p> <p>The man, looked upon Esmeralda and her supreme beauty, ran out of the church and then shot himself.</p> <p>Across the globe, people watched in shock. Aghast at the horror which had just played out on their screens. <em>How could this happen?!</em> her believers cried. <em>See, she wasn’t really anybody,</em> doubters claimed, <em>Just another whacked out cult leader who used her beauty to swindle people,</em> they thought. <em>The heretic is dead!</em> opposition groups cheered.</p> <p>Suddenly, the color returned to Esmeralda’s face and the drops of blood slowly flowing down her breasts and her body reversed course and ran back into the wound. At the same time the other displaced matter from her body also reversed their course and begin to close the gunshot wounds which adorned her torso. As it did, pieces of lead emerged from her body and dropped into her lap.</p> <p>Esmeralda, gasped loudly, color returning to her face and light to her eyes. She turned to the camera and smiled. “Do you see what a little faith can do? Join us and pray for your sins,” she said sexily. She then rose from her chair, and kneeled down, her breasts becoming more exposed as she changed angles as she bent down. The cameraman covering the event zoomed in on her flawless skin and broadcast it to the world. The camera picked up every detail as she bent over in front of the camera. Her strong traps flaring from her neck were defined, small striations of muscle flowed across her upper chest and met in the center where her cleavage began, making her breasts more defined. On either side of her defined cleavage, her perfect breasts rested, a small hint of dark red areola from her nipple exposed due to the effect of gravity upon her shirt from her bent over form. </p> <p>Her eyes sparkling naturally in the light, she smiled, seductively into the camera. She knew that her gesture would unleash unbridled envy and lust from all of those watching. <em>Do you want me now world?</em>, she thought inwardly to herself. Then she touched the altar and within seconds the gore from the violent encounter disappeared. Audiences around the world gasped.</p> <p>Savoring the moment and her well calculated movements, she closed her eyes and stretched her mind out. As she did so, she could feel the sins of the audience flare up. With that came the whispers touching upon her mind. GREED, LUST, ENVY came the whisper from millions.</p> <p>“I see that we are ready,” She said as she sat down. She crossed one leg over the other. Her quads and hamstring muscle spilled forth from the long parting of her black dress. Her calve muscle bulged where it was crossed over the other leg. “Begin.” She whispered like thunder.</p> <p>The crowd began, “We pray that her power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” </p> <p>Esmeralda whispered, “Louder. You all sin.”</p> <p>“We pray that Esmeralda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” The said louder this time.</p> <p>Esmeralda writhed in the chair as the familiar tingles of energy flowed into her. She panted slightly, her face flushed with red as she began to grow.</p> <p>“Louder.“ She spoke softly.</p> <p>.“We pray that Esmeralda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” The said still louder this time.</p> <p>Esmeralda, began to cup her breasts as the energy flow into her body increased. Her biceps pushed upon the fabric of her dress. She moaned. “Louder… aaaaaaa… Fasssster” she purred as she tried to control her words.</p> <p>“We pray that Esmeralda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” the congregation spoke louder. As they did, viewers from around the world, attracted to Esmeralda’s transformation, began to pray as well.</p> <p>Stammering in ecstasy, she reached out her mind to power her words, "You will dedicate yourselves to me. You will believe and help the power of God grow. You will help ME grow. Your sins will be answered by prayer. Your prayers will bring you closer to God… to ME." </p> <p>Her muscles pulsated with growth and uncontrollable contractions as her dress started to rip. “You who doubt, look upon me! Am I not beautiful to behold? You desire me. You lust after this perfect body!” she said, ripping her black sleeves as she flexed her biceps. With her flex, millions more began to lust and envy uncontrollably, unconsciously adding their voices to her prayer, making her more powerful.</p> <p>“We pray that Esmeralda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” </p> <p>“Aaaa… Ohhhh yess!.. Morrre” she moaned. “Louder…. Louder...” Esmeralda cried, her muscles began to pulsate, contract, and stretch rapidly as more small tears began to appear on her garments. “Give me mooorrreee.. Pray to Me...”</p> <p> “We pray that Esmeralda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” They cried, voices raising.</p> <p>Esmeralda, now in ecstasy, ran her hands down her body, across the ripping fabric of her dress, and touched herself. “Louder!” She cried. “Give me MORE!!! Grow.." she urged her body. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....”</p> <p>“We pray that Esmeralda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know!’” millions cried.</p> <p>Various TV stations around the world, who didn’t air the event, patched in live feeds, changing their broadcasting. Prior to going live, they ran Esmeralda‘s power induced warning to parents who instantly shut of their TV sets. They then went to the live feed. “Unnngghhhhh! !” she moaned sensuously, “I… I…feel more and more of you…” she gasped, “Do you… do you….. unnnngghhh!! I‘m growwiiiinnng,” she panted and then continued…. “Feel your sins…” she whispered. “Mmmmm...ah..ahhh...unnnnnnnn..oh yes...yesssss...!!” she cried in more ecstasy as more muscle grew on her body. She was getting taller as well. “You want this body….. unnnggggh” she orgasmed for the first time and millions came with her. “Man and Woman…… UNGGGHGG!!!” she panted heavily, rubbing herself vigorously, moisture dripping between her strong fingers. “I feel your sin! REPENT!” she trembled… </p> <p>“I… I….. ahhhhhhh,” her green eyes glowed, “ungggghhh!..Am your salvay… salvay…mmmmm…. salvation...”</p> <p>Around the globe, billions lusted, millions where physically enthralled and sinning in lust as she shot up to 8 feet in height. She moaned again, hips bucking back and forth on the throne in the church, her clothes now shredded showing the glorious bronzed body, now covered in glistening sweat beneath them, “Oh the pleasure Aaaaaaeiiiiieeeeeeee,…..Show me your faith! Pray! Pray to me!” Her strong forearms flexed, strong cords of muscle jumped as she moved her hands along her labia and glans clitoris.</p> <p>Esmeralda felt the energy of billions flow into her. Every time one person repented, three more sinned. <em>Envy, Greed, Lust, Coveting. Envy, Greed, Lust, Coveting.</em> The whispers flowed through her mind. Her hands rubbed her clitoris vigorously, her hips sensuously pumping up and down.Her dress was now in tatters. Her tan body was glistening in sweat. Her abs rippled smoothly as she moved her knees against each other in the chair. One of her nipples, now uncovered, was erect and was glowing, surrounded by a nimbus of green electric bolts. </p> <p>Where her hands rubbed herself, a small glow began to emerge washing out physical features. As the glow increased and she kept rubbing, her body buckling to wave after wave of erotic energy, she began to levitate in a nimbus of green energy. Her muscles moved sensuously as she absorbed the energy of the faithful.</p> <p>She screamed. “I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS! PRAY TO ME! REPEAT AFTER ME… UNNNNNNNNGH…" muscle grew, as the church filled with a green mist full of energy and swirling around Esmeralda. "OH THE POWER… FEELS.. SO… GOOOOD! MY BODY…<br /> MMMA..MAA.. MMUSCLESSSS.. DO YOU.. DO YOU.. MMMMM.. WANT ME NOW?!” she sidetracked, breathing heavily as she continued to rub herself. </p> <p>“PRAY TO ME!….ESMERALDA IS THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA. SHE CREATED THE UNIVERSE AND SHE HAS NO END. SHE IS… UGGGHHH!!,” she screamed loudly, her body now completely nude to the world. Green energy now cackled around her, flowed through her and she could feel the universe flow through her body. Her body was flawless, indestructible, indescribable, and irresistible. She was Perfect. </p> <p>“ALMOST THERE.. AAAAHHH!!” she screamed as her mind and powers battered the walls where the ultimate power of creation sat waiting. “SHE IS... UNNNGHHH!!!…" she orgasmed again, her pleasure was shared with billions as she projected it out upon them. "SHE IS..UNGGGGHH!.. IS..." the glow intensified. </p> <p>"GOD!” </p> <p>“ESMERALDA IS GOD!” billions cried out. With that, Esmeralda’s glowing form let out a burst of green energy which circled around the Earth in an instant and then boomed out into space across the Universe. Billions around the world felt their bodies flood with sexual energy causing them to convulse with pleasure and sexual release as Esmeralda finally tore through the barrier and ascended to Omnipotence. </p> <p>"THIS UNIVERSE IS MINE!" She whispered with ecstasy, her image was projected into everyone, into every language, and alien mind “You will service ME. You exist at my mercy. I can unmake creation with a thought and I can create without a word.. I can do.... anything."</p> <p>"Now come to me… desire me, WORSHIP me. I will provide for all. You shall all be mine… FOREVER.”</p> <p>Epilogue:</p> <p>6 months ago. </p> <p>Hiding herself from the weaker Supreme Being of this time, Esmeralda, walks invisibly through the doors of an old church on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro. The church is empty save for one occupant, an older woman kneeling before a candle lit alter beneath a large cross. As Esmeralda watches invisibly in the back of the pews from the shadows, she can hear the woman’s quiet prayers and simple words, “Give me strength Lord. Give me strength.”</p> <p>Esmeralda smiled and looked up at the heavy cross.</p> <p>PING! PING! PING!</p> <div class="advertisement group-tids-813" id="group-id-tids-813"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://www.brawna.org/modules/ad/serve.php?q=1&amp;t=813&amp;u=taxonomy%2Fterm%2F610%2Fall%2Ffeed&amp;l=taxonomy%2Fterm%2F610%2Fall%2Ffeed'></script></div> http://www.brawna.org/stories/ascension-do-you-want-me-now-nsfw#comments novel unusually tall muscular godlike/unlimited strength displays of strength female outmuscling male flexing/displays of muscles muscle worship accidental age regression breast enlargement female height increase female muscle growth magic transformation transfer abnormally strong amazonian transformation god-like powers Goddess lust for power magical growth Power Esmeralda Mr. Esquibel Ms. Quintada explicit descriptions of sexual activity Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:32:47 +0000 captreyn 1915 at http://www.brawna.org http://www.brawna.org/stories/my-girlfriend-sally <p>This is a story of the sexual relationship between myself and my girlfriend. VERY GRAPHIC SEX. You are warned.</p> <p>Sophomore year of college I met Sally. She was on the women’s gymnastics team and she worked out like a demon. Gymnastics requires a great deal of upper body strength. She had abs of steel, tight and trim. Her thighs and shoulders were thickly developed. She was the first woman I met with very sizable biceps and she was damn proud of them. She was constantly doing pushups and pull-ups and dumbbell curls with weights she kept in her dorm room and then asking me to feel how hard her biceps were. There were nights that we would sit in her room watching TV and she would do 100 dumbbell curls with 25 lb weights. Then she would switch to the 35 lb weights and do another hundred.</p> <p>Sometimes after all that she would do a couple dozen pushups and then have me straddle her back as she did some more. She would get up after 20 or so pushups and her chest would be all red and really pumped with thick veins running from her shoulders into her well-muscled biceps and then into her forearms. Her shoulder caps would have protruding striations of muscle and bulging blood filled veins and they would be swollen from the physical demands of my weight on her back. Her vascularity was exceptionally intense. Her skin was like tissue paper. Her wide, thick shoulders would be pumped full of blood. She would turn her back to me and rip off her sweaty t-shirt and gaze into the mirror and go crazy with erotic excitement. She would flex her arms and spread her lats and say to me “look at me, look how powerful I am, look at the muscles on ME! Touch my hard muscles, feel the power running through my body.”</p> <p>She would turn around wearing only a tiny pair of dance shorts and grunt hard and pump her arms into a double bicep pose. Her powerful arms snaked with dozens of thick veins and her pumped up, deeply sculpted pecs stood out like two slabs of beef with her tiny breasts sitting on top. With her close cropped hair, looking only at her chest you might think that she was a well-muscled guy.</p> <p>Her defined 6-pack abs were like washboards running into her tapered tiny waist.</p> <p>She would be pumped up and horny as hell. She would demand that I sit on the end of her bed and pull out my cock. Topless, she would flex and command me to tell her how hot she looked while I stroked my cock. She wanted me to describe just how hot her tight bulging muscles made her look.</p> <p>I told her how fucking awesome she looked. I told her she looked like a professional body builder. The more I talked about her muscles the hornier she got. I told her that her powerful arms, so vascular and thick, made my dick hard as a rock. That her wide shoulders and v-shaped chest made me almost cum just looking at her. That she was more striated and powerful looking than any guy at the gym.</p> <p>When she couldn’t take it any longer, she would yank off her skimpy shorts revealing a soaking wet pair of g-string panties. “Suck my panties, prove to me you deserve to enter my cunt”, she would say. I would lick her pussy through her sopping panties, tasting in the flowing juices of her cunt……I would run my tongue over her tight underwear feeling her thick, protruding clit aching to become fully erect. </p> <p>I would push the fabric aside and stuff a couple of my fingers into her and she would get wetter. She would open herself wide up. She would spread her legs wide apart and her hairless shaved pussy would be dripping and gaping. I would watch her as she would play with her huge, oversized clit as my fingers would go in and out of her and her juices continued to pour out. Her clit, her “girl-cock” as she called it, was larger than any other I have ever seen in my life. </p> <p>She would then grab her now fully erect and throbbing girl-cock and stroking the skin around it up and down. It was so large it looked like a 5 year old boy’s first erection. With each stroke it would get thicker and redder and jut out further from her body as her head would be thrashing back and forth.</p> <p>Finally, she would take her own fingers and pull her inner lips apart and tell me it was time to put my hard dick inside her wide gaping pussy hole. </p> <p>Then her cunt would swallow my thick 8 inch steel rod whole. She told me that she loved how I stretched her and that no one had ever stretched as deeply as I had. She was insatiable. I would ride her for an hour and we would explode together in an eruption that took everything out of both of us.</p> <p>Being with her was so sexually exciting. I loved feeling how rock hard her muscles were. When I came the orgasms would start from my toes and I would dump endless streams of cum into her or on her. She loved it when I came on her hard abs and she would rub into the crevasses in her hard-cut 6 pack.</p> <p>Sex was insane with her and exhausting. It was rough and powerful and she could do things I never imagined. She needed to have sex all the time to relieve the tension from all the working out.</p> <p>After I came she wanted more, two, three, four orgasms. I needed time to recover so that’s when we would pull out the toys. She had a cunt that could swallow almost anything. She loved it when I watched her stick her huge 12 inch dildo in and out of her steamy pussy. I would watch it go in and out and all the while she would be pulling on her massive girl-cock. She would grab the vibrator and rub it all over her bald pussy until she started erupting into another ferocious orgasm.</p> <p>By now the bed was soaked. This second orgasm only made her hornier. She needed more, much more. She was insatiable. She needed to be completely filled up. She would take the huge dildo out of her pussy and I would reach into her and grab a gob of her hot juices and rub it all over my cock and her ass. I would finger her asshole until she was good and wet and then she would put the dildo back into her steaming pussy. Then she would turn her back to me and say, “fill me up completely”. </p> <p>You didn’t have to ask me twice. My hard slick cock would slip in between her steel buns. I would take the tip of my cock and tease her asshole. By now she was pumping the dildo hard into her cunt and she needed me inside her ass. She would grunt, “stop teasing and fuck me already”. I would slip my hot cock into her backside doggy-style and could feel the hot dildo pressing against my cock from inside her pussy. I reached around her broad muscled chest and stroked her thick pecs and squeezed her nipples. </p> <p>The sex was raw and very hot. I would hump her ass and she would pound her cunt with the dildo until there was a river of her juices flowing down her legs. She would buck and scream until I counted two or three more orgasms. Many times I would explode in her ass and then have to pull out, completely exhausted. She would keep going with the dildo another half hour. Over and over she would scream with pleasure. With me laying on my back, she would straddle my head with her crotch inches above my face and make me watch her pound her pussy with her array of toys. I would lap up her juices that dripped down from her inflamed cunt and the cum that seeped from her gaping asshole. </p> <p>Completely spent she would collapse on top of me, cooing and vibrating from the level of sexual frenzy. This would happen most nights. And those were the normal nights. Then two or three days before her period, the hormones did a trip on her. The first time I experienced it these high hormone days, I thought I was going to die of exhaustion. It made the normal days seem like we were only having a quickie.</p> <div class="advertisement group-tids-813" id="group-id-tids-813"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://www.brawna.org/modules/ad/serve.php?q=1&amp;t=813&amp;u=taxonomy%2Fterm%2F610%2Fall%2Ffeed&amp;l=taxonomy%2Fterm%2F610%2Fall%2Ffeed'></script></div> http://www.brawna.org/stories/my-girlfriend-sally#comments short story general average height as strong as a strong male muscular girlfriend muscle worship female muscle growth abnormally strong abs biceps graphic descriptions of sexual activity hot muscles working out graphic descriptions of sexual activity Tue, 21 Apr 2009 19:22:25 +0000 posting4745 1818 at http://www.brawna.org http://www.brawna.org/stories/the-claws-of-winter/the-claws-of-winter-part-1 <p>Vanessa Keates was cold. The 33-year-old woman wore a big black parka over a tight-fitting navy sweater, skin-tight dark blue jeans and a pair of ill-considered training shoes. Of course, nearly all the clothes she bought were a close fit: given her massively muscular body, a little beyond professional female bodybuilder standard, there was no other option. Vanessa had lost count of the number of blouses she'd lost to inadvertent flexing of her big, meaty biceps, or traps, or delts… or even just breathing in too deeply.</p> <p>The strongwoman never wore a bra these days. Her double G-cup bust barely moved, even when she relaxed her thick pecs, so there was no point. Her nipples were spiking into the wool of the sweater even now, and it was not comfortable. She felt her strong thighs and calves rubbing against the rough denim and wondered again about getting some clothes custom-made. But she didn't want to draw attention to herself. She sighed into the wintry air, her dissatisfaction escaping in wisps on the wind. For the umpteenth time that night, she looked down at the ring on her gloveless hand. It wasn't an especially beautiful or ornate ring – simply a band with a small (currently) red stone worked into its centre – but it was Vanessa's biggest secret. It could talk.</p> <p>A year and a half ago someone had sent the ring to Vanessa in the mail. It had proved to be the trigger to an amazing transformation in herself and her lifestyle. The ‘old' Vanessa – mousy, five foot two, running to fat – had, over a period of four days, transformed into the ‘new' Vanessa – confident, five foot six, packed with muscle – thanks to the amazing powers granted to her by the Ring and some clever decisions on her part. Since then she had been given the role of a Ringbearer, charged with changing lives for the better whenever she could, working in tandem with the Ring.</p> <p>She trudged a little further down the rank, deserted alley, following the jumbled sets of footprints left in the snow. People had tried to leave their names in the endless whiteness, much to the heroine's disgust. The Ring had told her that a young girl was going to be raped in these streets unless she intervened. Vanessa drew the hood of her coat tightly around her face, trying to keep the random flurries of snow out, wearing a grim expression. No-one was ever going to suffer that horror in her city if she could help it.</p> <p>"Ring!" she thought, as she reached a crossroads. "Where now?" The Ring answered her in its robotic monotone: "Turn right here and continue for two hundred yards." Vanessa grinned. "You're kind of like a superhero's sat-nav," she thought. The Ring did not reply. It had been cold for months now, unnaturally so, all over the world. What should have been April showers were April snow showers, and the weathermen were as baffled as everyone else. Some said it was the effects of global warming, but Vanessa had a feeling it was something else. When she asked the Ring about the unusual weather, sure that it had some magical cause, it had replied that it was "localising source". She felt sure that her companion had gone back to working on the problem.</p> <p>As instructed, the blonde turned right and trudged carefully forward. She could make out figures in the distance: a couple of men were stealthily following a gaggle of six loud girls, all dressed in black longcoats covering unwisely short skirts and sparkly tops. They were obviously drunk. Vanessa rolled her eyes. "To alcohol," she muttered. "The cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems." Her dark thoughts were interrupted by the sound of retching. The strongwoman looked up sharply: one of the girls, a redhead, was throwing up, leaning one elbow against the wall as her vomit sank unpleasantly into the snow. "Leave her!" cried one of her friends, giggling, stumbling away down the alley with the others. Vanessa's eyes narrowed.</p> <p>The two men in between the stricken woman and Vanessa had stopped and were whispering to each other. The Ringbearer stopped too. Later, she decided that the men were not hardened criminals – they were just inexperienced chancers who had spotted an opportunity. She was never able to decide if that made it worse. When the girl's friends were far enough away not to see or hear, and the redhead herself had emptied her stomach, the pair sauntered up to her. Vanessa moved deeper into the shadows, edging determinedly toward the scene.</p> <p>The girl, who, now Vanessa could see her a little better, was barely eighteen, realised with a kind of detached terror the trouble she was in as the men bore down on her. They were totally silent as the taller man, built like a rugby player, clamped his gloved right hand down on the teenager's mouth. The heroine, moving as silently as possible, still heard her muffled scream. She shivered involuntarily and decided to lose the element of surprise. She ran full tilt and dove into the shorter man as he was tearing at the girl's skirt, knocking him to the floor. She pinned him to the floor and knocked him out with one swift punch.</p> <p>"What the hell?" the rugby player said, letting the girl go to help his accomplice. The redhead fell, sobbing, to the floor as Vanessa sprang to her feet. The man reached into his pocket, bringing out a flick knife. It glinted dazzlingly as he brandished it at Vanessa. "Back off!" he yelled. "No," she said simply, dodging a clumsy, angry thrust. She dodged and weaved left and right with ease and grace, waiting for the man to get tired or stupid. Within a minute, he had done both. His pattern had repeated itself often enough for the Ringbearer to learn it and, on the fifth attempted stab, she grabbed the blade. Making sure that he was watching, Vanessa, who was a good nine inches shorter than him, folded the knife's blade back along its hilt. It was the man's turn to back away.</p> <p>"Who *are* you?" he said, peering at her in the dull light. "You don't want to know," she replied, backing him further down the alley. Her plan came to fruition: he tripped over the fallen form of his friend. Whacking his head hard on the ground, the would-be rapist knocked himself unconscious, lying spread-eagled like the world's most awkward snow angel. The heroine immediately turned to the intended victim. She was no longer crying but the aftershocks came out in long, theatrically lingering sobs. Vanessa held out her hand toward the redhead, to pull her upright. She hugged the girl close for a second, and then practically pushed her away.</p> <p>"Call the police," she advised in a business-like manner. "Get these men put away." She turned to go and, as cliché dictated, the girl spoke. "Who *are* you?" she asked quietly, echoing the man lying on the ground. Vanessa answered without turning around. "Just a friend," she called over her shoulder. "Don't mention me. Tell the cops you overpowered them." With that, she walked away.</p> <p>* * * * * * * *</p> <p>The strongwoman shivered and stamped her feet. The heating in her office was on the blink again, and that wasn't the only inconvenience. Her missions were harder in the massive drifts of snow that were drowning the city. She gazed at the stone of the physical ring, watching as it cycled through the colours of the rainbow, trying to find out why the world was descending into an ice age. Vanessa stood up, and stretched. The muscles in her bewitching body writhed and danced as the magnificent woman moved to look out of the window. The whiteness greeted her, just as it had the day before.</p> <p>Sighing, Vanessa returned to her swivel chair and sifted aimlessly through the pile of work in her in-tray. Over half of the staff at Farrington Enterprises were stuck at home; the Ringbearer was able to make it in as her prodigious strength enabled her to clear the drifts that otherwise blocked the door to her home. "Some gift," she grumbled to herself, thinking of all the tasks she could be doing around her new house. Shaking her head, the blonde decided to throw herself into some work.</p> <p>Just as Vanessa had got her head around the nuances of the document in front of her, the Ring spoke. In a voice only she could hear, it said: "Done." Scared by the interruption, Vanessa involuntarily threw the papers she was reading into the air. Scowling resignedly as the documents scattered all over her office, she addressed the Ring. "You *could* give me some warning, you know, like clearing your throat?" "I have no throat to clear, Ringbearer." Vanessa rolled her eyes. Whenever the Ring called her "Ringbearer" it meant it was trying to scold her. Impatient, she ignored it. "What have you found?"</p> <p>Over the time the Ring had been working with her, Vanessa had learned to read its moods, even though it always spoke in monotone. She could tell when it was being mocking, reproachful, unpleasant, careful, urgent, nice, contrite, cute and keen. This time, though, it was none of those. If anything, she felt it sounded… scared. "We will need help," it announced. There was an uncomfortable pause. "We must go to the French Alps. The source of the magic lies there. I have not pinpointed its exact location, but once I am close I will be able to do so."</p> <p>There were so many questions in her mind that Vanessa didn't know where to start. Fortunately, as they communicated telepathically exclusively now, the Ring picked up on all of them. "Yes, the Alps," it began. "Yes, I cannot accurately locate the source. I am confident that, once within a two-mile radius of it, I shall be able to pinpoint it precisely. I do not know how long we will need to be there. I have no emotions and thus cannot appear frightened. We need help because this magic is both very old and very powerful and it would be foolish in the extreme to go in alone. I can call upon the Rings of other Ringbearers, who are doubtless coming to the same conclusions as I am. We must leave as soon as possible. I have an idea about how we can get there. You will have to pick up those documents yourself." Vanessa was dizzy that all her questions had been answered at once. "I'll finish at lunch today, then," she muttered.</p> <p>* * * * * * * *</p> <p>Having talked her boss, Ken, into giving her the rest of the day off, Vanessa was at home, packing her things into a large suitcase. A brief trawl on the Internet told her that flying to France was impossible: all flights, domestic and international, had been cancelled due to the heavy snow. The ferries weren't running either, which left the Eurostar. Unsurprisingly, it was fully booked for the next three months. The Ring had said that was too late, but it had had another idea and Vanessa was not to worry. All the same, she had doubts.</p> <p>Once she was done, the heroine spoke to the Ring, which was glowing a fierce orange. "OK, level with me. How are we going to get to southern France?" The Ring paused a moment before replying, as if for effect. "You will fly." Vanessa opened her mouth to protest with it, but then she understood. "I won't grow wings, will I?" "No." The blonde grinned to herself: in all her adventures so far, she had never flown under her own power.</p> <p>"I sense readiness." Vanessa nodded. She was still wearing her work clothes: a black jacket over a tight-fighting white blouse and long black skirt. The cut of the outfit accentuated the powerful muscles on her five foot six frame without them becoming dominating. "That's because I *am* ready," she said, taking her suitcase in her mighty right hand. "Let's go." "You must first stand outside," the Ring noted. Vanessa locked the door behind her and stepped into a fresh blizzard, the snow already layering up against her front doorstep.</p> <p>"I hope we're successful," the strongwoman murmured, holding her left palm out to catch a few flakes as she trod into the garden. The ring glowed custard yellow when she came to a halt and all of a sudden Vanessa found extra controls in her mind. "OK," she said, a hint of fear in her voice, "here goes." She pushed the appropriate mental switch and rose a few feet from the ground. Then she roared upwards, through the clouds, and basked in the sun for a moment. "Ohhh, I've missed this!" she said, hovering in the sun-drenched sky. Then, wild with the excitement of actual flying, she shot high into the air, doing loops and barrel rolls, laughing wildly.</p> <p>"We should be proceeding to the south of France with all possible speed," it reminded its giggling charge. "And I have not made you safe from radar." "Right, sorry." Vanessa cleared her throat. "Which direction should I be going in?" "South, of course," the Ring responded, sounding a clear note of impatience. The blonde rolled her eyes. "And which way is that?" "Turn slowly and I will glow white when you are pointing the correct way." Vanessa did as instructed and, soon enough was speeding as fast as she could go towards the unknown.</p> <p>It took two hours of flight for the Ringbearer to get to her destination. Even with her large muscles, she'd had to swap the hand she was carrying her suitcase in a couple of times each and so was very sore when she landed just outside the village of Allevard.</p> <p>"Ring?" she thought, almost drunk on the tiredness. "Give me perfect command of the French language." There was a short pause, during which Vanessa got a lay of the land. It was hilly. "Done," the Ring intoned dully. Thousands of new words appeared in the blonde's mind, but her only thought was to find somewhere to lie down for the night. She spotted what looked like a hotel under the thick blanket of snow and headed towards it.</p> <p>"Have you got a better fix on the location of the source of the magic?" Vanessa asked her partner. It began to glow a funny green colour on her finger. After a pause broken only by the sound of the heroine's footsteps compacting the snow, the Ring responded. "No, but I sense that we must go north." 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