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Teaser for the new Gallery uploaded to www.fem-powerextreme.com and www.patreon.com/FPXtreme Comes out she is about 10 times stronger than Captain America, she can lift up to 5 tons... And she will develop her strength and gain other abilities like invulnerability and super speed, as the stories progress, and they will progress.

And a short story written by

"Debriefing" By Roy Ellison:

The young officer leaned over to his more senior colleague and nudged his head towards the scene that was unfolding on the other side of the room. Just now, a goddess had entered the club. Her youth and energy were a stark contrast to the ancient, wood-paneled darkness of the officers' casino. She was almost six feet tall and built like a heavyweight bodybuilder. If it were not for her slim waist, she would have looked plump, but instead, her poise and strength made her appear as a warrior goddess.

"Who is that? Damn, she's fine!"
The older captain grinned into his moustache.
"That, my friend, is Lieutenant-Commander Lennox."
"Lieutenant-Commander? Seriously?"
"Why else would she be there?"

The young man nodded vaguely. She was impressive, so much was clear. The woman was tall and broad-shouldered, with a powerful upper body and a pair of admirable breasts. Not that her dress was doing anything to hide her amazing physique. The young lieutenant did his best to hide his looks, but couldn't help trying to catch a glimpse of her. The other officers greeted her with vague attempts at professional distance, but it was clear that wouldn't hold. Not that she did much to discourage them. She moved through the room as if she owned it, swinging her hips imperceptibly and finally sitting down on one of the green-leathered armchairs. She crossed her legs with a grin and soon, the orderly appeared next to her. The young corporal did his best not to salivate at her long, muscle-wrapped legs.

"Ma'am, what will you have?"
Her lips parted into a dangerous grin as she sized him up, then she said, her voice surprisingly soft:
"Gin and tonic, please."
"Right away, ma’am."

He disappeared quickly, but not without another glance at her. Lieutenant-Commander Lennox brushed a strand of strawberry blond hair from her face and only seemed to take notice of the other members of the corps now. They had gathered around her. They were what they ironically called "The Vauxhall Irregulars", officers of the Navy assigned to intelligence for certain missions. After a while, they had set up their own little club away from the more boring civil servants of the secret services.

"So … tell us about the operation! How was it?"
She took a sip of her drink and flashed them a smile:
“Fun. I enjoyed it a lot. They had me pick up a friend we had to ask some questions.”
One of the senior men asked:
“What kind of friend? Russian, Chinese, Iranian?”
She grinned:
“My friends, is this the Secret Intelligence Service? You can’t have me blab out on that. But maybe it helps you if I say we were in Singapore.”
There were groans all around as she took another sip. A lieutenant asked:
“So, how did you do it?”
“Easy. We were at a party together and I managed to somehow attract his attention. I wonder how I did that …”

She stretched a bit, showing off her tremendous muscles like snakes writhing under her skin. The men gulped or looked away, both aroused and intimidated. She continued:

“Once I had that, I took him along to a room in the hotel. I was just about ready to pack him up when his friends showed up. I had to block the door with the bed, which was a nasty surprise for our guest.”
The lieutenant seemed confused:
“The bed? How?”

Instead of an answer, she lifted her mighty arm and gave it a flex. Thick strands of muscle swelled and veins popped out.

“Trust me, it wasn’t that hard. Anyway, the target started protesting, so I put him to sleep.”

She shot the young man a glance as if challenging him to ask for a demonstration. He swallowed and licked his lips, which had gone dry.

“My backup was busy outside and I had to get away, so I tied our mark to my back and got out on the balcony.”
The listeners clung to her lips.
“I swung down a level and landed down there. The people inside must have been a little surprised, but it seemed rather pleasant to them. I just dashed by and got out in the corridor. Now the only thing I had to do was get out of the hotel and rendezvous with my extraction. The backup was busy above, which was fine with me. I got to the elevator, the target still strapped to me. You know …”
She shrugged her mighty shoulders.
“… the elevator was probably a bad idea. But I had the adrenaline pumping …”
She made an apologizing gesture.
“Anyway, the doors open, and there’s three of the mark’s bodyguards.”
The audience was captivated, gasping at the turn of events.
“I kicked the first one in the crotch, twisted around to kick the second one in the face with my target’s legs and caught the third’s arm. He was the only one who had his gun ready, so I had to twist it out of his grasp. The poor guy gave me a scream. I punched him out next and rode down. No problems, really.”
An older officer asked:
“And did the hotel manager ask about the guy you were carrying?”
She laughed:
“I think she wanted. But I just said: ‘Oh, he pays me well enough for that!’ That shut her up. I got in the car, and we were out.”
The listeners barely managed to hold back their applause.
“Splendid!”
“It’s nothing. I’m just doing my job, right?”
There were some nods. The Lieutenant-Commander turned to the orderly:
“Could I have another one? I’ve got the evening off and I think I might like some company.”
The other officers exchanged glances and grinned. The night was young …

Description
Teaser for the new Gallery uploaded to www.fem-powerextreme.com and www.patreon.com/FPXtreme Comes out she is about 10 times stronger than Captain America, she can lift up to 5 tons... And she will develop her strength and gain other abilities like invulnerability and super speed, as the stories progress, and they will progress.

And a short story written by

"Debriefing" By Roy Ellison:

The young officer leaned over to his more senior colleague and nudged his head towards the scene that was unfolding on the other side of the room. Just now, a goddess had entered the club. Her youth and energy were a stark contrast to the ancient, wood-paneled darkness of the officers' casino. She was almost six feet tall and built like a heavyweight bodybuilder. If it were not for her slim waist, she would have looked plump, but instead, her poise and strength made her appear as a warrior goddess.

"Who is that? Damn, she's fine!"
The older captain grinned into his moustache.
"That, my friend, is Lieutenant-Commander Lennox."
"Lieutenant-Commander? Seriously?"
"Why else would she be there?"

The young man nodded vaguely. She was impressive, so much was clear. The woman was tall and broad-shouldered, with a powerful upper body and a pair of admirable breasts. Not that her dress was doing anything to hide her amazing physique. The young lieutenant did his best to hide his looks, but couldn't help trying to catch a glimpse of her. The other officers greeted her with vague attempts at professional distance, but it was clear that wouldn't hold. Not that she did much to discourage them. She moved through the room as if she owned it, swinging her hips imperceptibly and finally sitting down on one of the green-leathered armchairs. She crossed her legs with a grin and soon, the orderly appeared next to her. The young corporal did his best not to salivate at her long, muscle-wrapped legs.

"Ma'am, what will you have?"
Her lips parted into a dangerous grin as she sized him up, then she said, her voice surprisingly soft:
"Gin and tonic, please."
"Right away, ma’am."

He disappeared quickly, but not without another glance at her. Lieutenant-Commander Lennox brushed a strand of strawberry blond hair from her face and only seemed to take notice of the other members of the corps now. They had gathered around her. They were what they ironically called "The Vauxhall Irregulars", officers of the Navy assigned to intelligence for certain missions. After a while, they had set up their own little club away from the more boring civil servants of the secret services.

"So … tell us about the operation! How was it?"
She took a sip of her drink and flashed them a smile:
“Fun. I enjoyed it a lot. They had me pick up a friend we had to ask some questions.”
One of the senior men asked:
“What kind of friend? Russian, Chinese, Iranian?”
She grinned:
“My friends, is this the Secret Intelligence Service? You can’t have me blab out on that. But maybe it helps you if I say we were in Singapore.”
There were groans all around as she took another sip. A lieutenant asked:
“So, how did you do it?”
“Easy. We were at a party together and I managed to somehow attract his attention. I wonder how I did that …”

She stretched a bit, showing off her tremendous muscles like snakes writhing under her skin. The men gulped or looked away, both aroused and intimidated. She continued:

“Once I had that, I took him along to a room in the hotel. I was just about ready to pack him up when his friends showed up. I had to block the door with the bed, which was a nasty surprise for our guest.”
The lieutenant seemed confused:
“The bed? How?”

Instead of an answer, she lifted her mighty arm and gave it a flex. Thick strands of muscle swelled and veins popped out.

“Trust me, it wasn’t that hard. Anyway, the target started protesting, so I put him to sleep.”

She shot the young man a glance as if challenging him to ask for a demonstration. He swallowed and licked his lips, which had gone dry.

“My backup was busy outside and I had to get away, so I tied our mark to my back and got out on the balcony.”
The listeners clung to her lips.
“I swung down a level and landed down there. The people inside must have been a little surprised, but it seemed rather pleasant to them. I just dashed by and got out in the corridor. Now the only thing I had to do was get out of the hotel and rendezvous with my extraction. The backup was busy above, which was fine with me. I got to the elevator, the target still strapped to me. You know …”
She shrugged her mighty shoulders.
“… the elevator was probably a bad idea. But I had the adrenaline pumping …”
She made an apologizing gesture.
“Anyway, the doors open, and there’s three of the mark’s bodyguards.”
The audience was captivated, gasping at the turn of events.
“I kicked the first one in the crotch, twisted around to kick the second one in the face with my target’s legs and caught the third’s arm. He was the only one who had his gun ready, so I had to twist it out of his grasp. The poor guy gave me a scream. I punched him out next and rode down. No problems, really.”
An older officer asked:
“And did the hotel manager ask about the guy you were carrying?”
She laughed:
“I think she wanted. But I just said: ‘Oh, he pays me well enough for that!’ That shut her up. I got in the car, and we were out.”
The listeners barely managed to hold back their applause.
“Splendid!”
“It’s nothing. I’m just doing my job, right?”
There were some nods. The Lieutenant-Commander turned to the orderly:
“Could I have another one? I’ve got the evening off and I think I might like some company.”
The other officers exchanged glances and grinned. The night was young …