Isabelle : Sensual Show Of Strength

It was the first encounter between Marek and Isabelle, one of our new models.

Isabelle is a 30 years old all natural girl. She was one of that new generation of girls that where born strong, without any genetic modification or nanites in her blood. At the age of Eight, she was already as strong as a full grown man. At the age of twelve her strength surpassed the capabilities of any man. 

Her parents partly unaware of her potential and physical abilities allowed her to train and practice a lot of sports, as far as it was not interfering with her studies. But at Sixteen she was already banned from all the gyms in her town. Probably because of the habit she had to publicly ridicule big tall boys with her ostensible use of impressive weights, sometimes two times heavier than what they used during their training. In fact, it was useless for her to train in a gym  anyway, as her physical abilities evolved and increased each day naturally without any form of training.

At Twenty, that young girl was Six foot tall but with a body weight around Sixteen stones, and biceps measuring over Eighteen Inches, she was yet able to run at Thirty Five mph for several hours.

 She did very good studies, and paid them in full by working alongside, leaving their savings to her parents who suddenly traveled a lot and had a very pleasant retirement.  She obtained a doctorate in molecular engineering with two years in advance and took the opportunity to learn several foreign languages which allowed her to develop her taste for art and culture in general. At Twenty six, she was already the owner of a vast apartment in Paris and had so much male of female pretenders that she received presents and flowers nearly everyday.

On the impulse of Miss K and in order to promote the beauty of female strength  she became one of our regular models. She met my dear friend Marek when he came to Paris for his affairs. It was during a Photoshoot we made for Vogue...

The accessorist had ordered to a well known artist these reproductions of human penises. Each of them was handmade and carved in mild steel and they weighted around 5lb each.

After a few consensual muscle shots, Isabelle grabbed one of them and sensually started to mimic  the preliminaries of a fellation. After a short while, and because of a suggestion made by Marek, she started to show off what she was able to do...

With a smile, she effortlessly and slowly started to bent the heavy piece of steel to a Ninety degree angle. 

Marek was totally amazed, so she decided to throw her fist into the heaviest part of the sculpture, the steel testicles. With a single punch, she compressed them to a third of their size, leaving the imprint of her knuckles deep into the steel.

"Its not hollow you know, its plain steel..." she said while gently grabbing the upper part of the sculpture. She made a few suggestive up and down moves before suddenly closing her hand on it, compressing steel like if it was bread dough. Metal was now like oozing between her fingers. with a continuous smile on her face, she continued to bend and compress the hard metal like if it was pastry. To show how easy for it was for her, she bent the item between her ankles. When she started to use both hands on it, the metal started to glow red because of the incredible pressure causing friction between the molecules.

She reduced the sculpture to a glowing red ball of metal and, using only her right hand, compressed it so strongly that the metal started to liquefy and dripped in the champagne bucket, creating a beauty full Caravage like scene, her beautiful body lit only by the eery glow of molten metal.

She reached the wooden box containing the other items and took the second sculpture...

That time it was quick, she used her biceps and forearm as giant pliers and in a matter of seconds, had cut the thick midsection like if it was some kind of modeling clay. The now separate pieces of metal felt on to the floor with a high pitched metallic sound.

She took the upper part and started to knead it slowly. Her delicate hand leaving imprints into the steel witch started one again to slowly glow red.

Her incredible forearm strength applied by her indestructible but yet elegant fingers constrained the heavy metal object to slowly liquefy once again.

This time, she poured the molted metal on herself. First inside the deep valley of her pectoral muscle. As the liquid metal was dripping between her beautiful breasts, she poured another flow directly on her left nipple, witch instantly hardened, erected by the intense pleasure.

The air was now filled with a pleasant perfume,  as her body lotion evaporated because of the immense temperature. Marek was speechless...