Prison Beast
Part 2 (of 3)
by wolf
Richard thought, but only for a moment. He no longer cared if this was dream or if he
were crazy. He was eight feet tall, covered in thick fur, with muscles thick and heavy and a
cock just over two feet long dangling between his massive thighs.
His power was immense, the force of his destruction complete - he had never felt so alive,
so vital. He was a god, the superior of any human. He would destroy anyone and
anything that did not respect or yield to his immense power.
Richard's instincts were taking over. The primal urges driving him didn't give him time to
stop and think about this strange new super "x-ray" vision he seemed to have. He saw
through the thick heavy iron door, six guard trying to force their way into the room.
Richard knew they couldn't see him or have any clue what had happened to him.
Richard walked with muscled steps, heavy as lead, to the concrete wall beside the door.
He liked the feel of his huge feet and dug his thick toes into the concrete floor, breaking
the hard surface and reducing small bits of the concrete to powder under his steps. He
stepped his heel higher, grinding the ball of his feet into the concrete and enjoying the
sensation of flexing his thickly corded and veined calves and thighs.
His veins throbbed in grossly distorted ways as he flexed, Richard's iron-rich blood
pumping through his veins with with more force than a fire hose. If the doctor were still
alive, he would be able to hear the dull thuds and sharp crackles of Richard's enhanced
vascular system.
But Richard wasn't thinking about the doctor's bloody torso as he walked past it. His
nostrils flared - with his enhanced senses, he could smell the combined masculinity and
panic of the six men behind the door - vestiges of pheromones emitted by the male
human body, almost completely cast off by millions of years of evolution, not detected in
the current biologically inferior state of homo sapiens.
He was compelled to show these inferior beings his strength and power. He wanted to
tear and crush them, he wanted to bend them to his will. His grossly veined two foot cock
began to get hard as he thought about his meaty hands crushing against their throats, the
force of his fist on their weak bodies, the smell of their blood feeding his thick animalistic
muscle.
Richard knew the reinforced concrete wall as a good foot thick, just the other walls of the
prison, made to withstand small explosions.
He took a deep breath, flexing his chest and massive arms dangling in front of him. The
muscles expanded in a superhuman form - veins against veins, muscles against muscle,
piled thick, pulsing and moving.
With an earsplitting roar, Richard smashed his fist through the reinforced concrete.
The guards were shocked by the flying, pulverized concrete and deafening sound. In the
split second before the force of the blast blew them several feet, an immense fist and
forearm had jutted out of a hole in the concrete wall, grabbing one of the guards by the
neck.
After a couple of seconds, some of the guards were conscious enough to witness what
happened.
The giant fist held the guard firmly by the throat; the guard, built like a powerlifter, was in
mid air, his feet dangling, struggling for air, and covered with small bruises and bloody
cuts and abrasions from the blast.
The thickly, inhuman veined and muscled beefy and and forearm flexed and move. They
heard an unearthly deep growl emerging from behind the wall.
The guards saw cracks forming in the wall as something was pushing it's way through.
The cracks in the wall became longer, the hole where the massive arm and hand jutted out
became larger; steel and concrete crashed under the force of Richard's body.
Richard smashed through the wall and this super-masculine mass of bone and flesh,
larger than anything they had ever seen, stood before them.
A strange kind of blood dripped from Richard's mighty fist as he holds it at the guard's
throat. It was just a small gash, but huge amounts of iron-rich thick blood poured from it,
steaming hot. The guard screamed in agony as it poured over his chest, leaving burns on
his body, like some strange living acid.
Richard stood there, growling, looking around the hallway, dangling the guard in his iron
grip. The guard struggled, slightly swaying in Richard's hand as the giant moved back and
forth, scanning the guards with his laser sharp eyes.
Richard's nostrils flared. He smells something -- something he recognized in the few
moments before the death of Adams and just before he crushed through the wall.
Something he had a hint of many years ago just before he murdered the man at the bar.
Something rich, full of life, full of masculinity.
Richard didn't realize it, but he was smelling raw unadulterated fear and terror, oozing
from every pore of the guard's inferior bodies, permeating their sweat.
Whatever is was, Richard liked it, thrived on it, wanted more. His cock grew hard from the
scent, permeating the air from the half-dozen guards around the room.
One of the guards stumbled to his feet and grabbed his rifle. He shot at Richard's pec,
straight at the heart. Richard just stood there, the incredible mass of his chest absorbing
the blow. The bullet lodged in the mass of muscle. Immediately, without thinking about
the hyperfast reflexes of his new body, Richard flexed shooting the crushed bullet back
towards the guard. The bullet, now a lump of distorted metal, went through his leg,
shattering the bone and tearing muscle as it raced through.
Richard glared at the guard, his intense eyes saw through the man. His saw the guard's
chest heave, breathing heavy with fear. Richard saw through the guard's skin and muscle
and observed the guards heart beating, faster and faster. Richard could feel his mouth
salivate.
He rushed towards the guard, his massive muscled feet slightly cracking the concrete floor
with each step. The guard stumbled backwards straight into a the concrete wall. The
guard pleaded, but Richard had other plans.
Still holding the struggling guard in one hand, Richard pressed his meaty palm against the
other guard's chest, pressing him against the wall. He could feel the pressure of his ribs,
his flailing against his iron hand. Richard felt the bones begin to crack, the loose bones
disconnected in the man's muscled chest cavity.
Richard dug his fingers deep into the guards chest, the skin and muscle ripping ribcage
bending and cracking under the pressure of his fingers. Richard felt the warmth of the
guard's blood, the ooze of the life fluids, the gritty feel of broken bones between his
fingers. He paused to savor the smell of this powerful being, succumbing to a superior
power.
Richard could wait no longer. He grabbed for the heart, wrapping his beefy fingers around
the guard's most vital organ, enjoying the writhing of the weak body yielding to his power.
He felt the beating of the man's heart in the palm of his hands, the press of his fingers
against the bones of the spine and disconnected and broken ribs.
The man, still partially conscious, writhed in pain and began to go into shock as Richard
toyed with his most vital organ.
He gently squeezed his fingers against the heart - the man's blood rushed through the
veins of his body, pouring out the open cavity of his chest. Richard squeezed again and
again, faster and faster, watching the arteries and veins on the man's body become grossly
engorged with the increased blood pressure Richard was creating.
Richard increased the pace and intensity. Tiny blood vessels all over the man's skin began
to distort and burst, blood streaming down in torrents from all over his body. Major
arteries burst with loud pops under the pressure, leaving the man's skin twisted and torn.
He tugged at the heart and it easily dislodged from the chest cavity, a torrent of blood
gushing everywhere. Richard held the fragile heart, still beating an irregular tick in his
mighty hand. He held it high, looking up at it, admiring what he could do, smelling the
life blood of the guard dripping on his hands. The veins on Richard's grossly muscled
forearm stood out, pumping as he flexed.
He stuffed the beating heart into his mouth, feeling the warmth as it pulsed between his
lips and on his tongue. He licked the blood on his hands as he slowly swallowed the heart,
feeling the muscles in his throat crushing the man's life force.
Richard felt energized - he cocked a most muscular pose, letting out a deafening roar and
staring down the remaining guards. His enormous horse dick was hard, erect and veined,
the giant mushroom head pulsing audibly with each beat of his superhuman heart.
The other guard, still firmly in the grasp of Richard's other hand, was unconscious. He
shook the guard slightly, waking him. The guard's glazed eyes opened slightly, not
comprehending the power before him.
Richard grabbed the guard's forearm in his thick hand. With a simple tug, he tore the
guard's arm from his body, enjoying the sound of bones, tendons and muscles cracking
and ripping.
He guided the guard's limp hand to the slit-hole of his enormous cock, moving the fingers
in and out of hole. Richard became intensely aroused, the sensation of the fingers and
nails against his super-sensitive cock head secondary to the idea of the power he had to
use this toy as he wished. A moment ago, it was an arm that set a bench-press record -
now it was merely a tool for Richard's pleasure.
Richard tossed the remains of the guard aside with a loud, crushing thud against the
reinforced concrete wall. This was merely a toy.
Richard was ready for some real mayhem.
He stepped forward, his massive feet grinding blood and the remains of organs into the
concrete.
The remaining guards were in shock, incapable of any reaction.
Richard bent down slightly and picked up one of the beefy guards, placing his massive
fingers around his midsection. He shook the guard, waking him from the defensive
unconsciousness his body had placed him.
Richard was amazed and aroused at his own massive muscled body and strength - the
guard's arms and legs flailed limply like some giant rag doll. The man's athletic body was
nothing to Richard, a light mass of flesh and bones, existing only for Richard's pleasure.
He lifted the guard's face to his own, his huge powerful thumbs pressing hard against the
guard's belly. He could feel the air being forced from the man's lungs and his struggles to
take in more air against the intense pressure fighting against him.
Richard placed his mouth over the man's mouth and nose, slowly and deeply blowing in
and out. He felt the man's chest becoming alternately bloated and evacuated as he forced
air in and out of the guard's lungs. Richard's cock grew harder as he felt the lifeless legs
dangle on his thumping mushroom cock head. He forced the air in and out of the lungs
with more force. He felt the guard's chest explode from the force.
Just as Richard bit down on the man's face, crushing the guard's nose and jaw between his
teeth, he felt a dull thud on his back.
Reacting with instinct, Richard's anger was aroused as he spun around.
One of the guards was beating against him with his rifle, madly trying to subdue this
strange uncontrollable beast.
Richard's anger was immense. He looked down at this insect annoying him. He glared at
the man, growling and breathing heavy, the blood dripping from his face.
Suddenly, Richard felt a strange sensation. Odd beams of greenish light emerged from his
eyes.
The guard stiffened, feeling waves of pain throughout his body.
Richard just concentrated harder, enjoying the powerful sensation of bending this being to
his will.
The guard screamed in pain. He shook violently. Smoke began pouring from his body as
his skin turned redder, burning. He collapsed in a heap of burned and twisted flesh,
burned from the inside out by a kind of microwave beam that had emerged from this god's
genetically superior form.
Richard was surprised by this new-found power. Aroused by it.
He wanted more.
He looked around the hallway, seeing one remaining guard.
Richard three down the body of the guard with the exploded chest on the floor in front of
him. He stepped forward, grinding his foot into the remains of the man, feeling the spine
crushed to dust under his step.
Richard walked over to the last guard, bent down slightly, fixing his gaze into the guard's
blank eyes. Richard placed his meaty hands on either side of the guard's head and slowly
lifted him up from the ground.
He lifted the guard's body by the head, placing the man's face just above his cock. Little
by little, he slowly pressed his hands together. The guard began to regain consciousness,
begin to try to scream and struggle. But it was too late.
Richard felt the warm blood oozing from the skin on the guard's head as he crushed his
hands against the skull. He enjoyed the sensation of the skull starting to bend inward and
giving way, the guard's eyes beginning to pop out of their sockets.
Richard could only laugh at the guard's struggles and immense pain. He dug his fingers
into the back of the man's skull, pressing harder, feeling the cracks forming as the skull
disintegrated.
With one swift motion, Richard crushed the skull between his hands and fingers, the
bones, brains and blood vessels exploding like a small grenade over the head of his
throbbing cock. He rubbed the remains in his hands all over his rock-hard cock head, the
sharp bone fragments scraping against the raw veined flesh.
Richard looked down at the headless body, still twitching from involuntary nerve reactions.
He picked it up by the shoulders and dug his hand into the neck, as blood from the
guard's body gushed all over his arms and face. Richard used his fingers to dig out the
spine and carefully pulled it out, discarding the lifeless corpse.
He placed the spine, the bones still clinging in a mass, against his rock-hard horse cock
and, with his massive hands, crushed the bones against his cock as he jacked off.
Richard was in ecstasy. The fragments of bone tickled as they dug into and pressed
against his superhuman flesh. He pressed so hard the bones turned to dust - the veins in
his cock throbbed violently and became hard twisted branches with the enormous
pressure of his iron grip.
It made him harder, but didn't get him off.
He reached up and pinched his enormous nipples, hard and erect as any normal man's
cock.
Richard needed more. He wanted to feel his powerful fist slamming against concrete,
bone, flesh and iron. He slapped his meaty hand against his flexed arm and bicep. He felt
his heavy pecs flex to enormous proportions. He wanted to feel all of these muscles,
flexing and crushing all at the same time.
He wanted to fuck. He wanted to feel the thrusts of his three foot cock bending, breaking,
crushing anything beneath it.
He wanted worship. He wanted the sacrifice of the pain and life of inferior beings to feed
his own primal urges.
He craved power. He craved blood to feed his inhuman bullstrength muscles.
Richard knew that beyond the wall that lay ahead was a cell block full of prisoners. He
peered through the walls with his enhanced eyes, watching the men in their cells, unaware
of what might come next.
He concentrated harder. A strange blue light began to emerge from his eyes -- the
concrete chipped and hissed as the ray tried to break through.
Richard flexed every muscle in his body, concentrating his power on the concrete wall...
end of part 2
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