Daddy's Angel Ch. 02

They walked over to the bench press and started loading the bar up. "How much weight is on there?!" Hank asked in disbelief.

"This is what I do for reps now, Master," Abby replied. "500 pounds."

Abby got in position on the bench. Angel stood at her head with her hands under the bar, ready to spot her friend and lover. With a grunt, Abby lifted weight from the rack and brought it down to her chest, her pecs straining with the effort. She counted out ten clean repetitions while Hank stood and stared in fascination at his first love.

Abby racked the weight, and with a gleam in her eye, got up and sauntered to Hank. Her nipples poked clearly in her top, her arousal evident on her face as well as a wet spot on her shorts. Hank could not hide his huge bulge. As she sidled up next to Hank, she ran her fingers up his erection and whispered in his ear, "I want to become the embodiment of your fantasies." Hank let out an involuntary moan.

Angel, seemingly determined not to be outdone, began increasing the weight on the bar. When it got to 650 pounds, she made her presence known with a loud throat-clearing. "Eh Hemmm. Not to interrupt you two lovebirds, but Abby, I'm gonna need a spotter."

Abby gave Hank a peck on the lips and a gentle squeeze of his penis and exclaimed with a grin, "Pardon me, I have to assist your little girl over there."

Angel's eyes burned with intensity as she settled onto the bench, Abby standing ready to spot her. Taking a deep breath, her chest rose and fell as she inhaled. With a guttural roar, she lifted the barbell off the rack and held it steady above her chest. Hank watched in awe as her veins popped out of her skin and bulging biceps strained against the weight. She lowered the weight to her chest, her arms shaking with effort, and then pushed it back up again. She repeated this for several reps with no sign of stopping, sweat dripping down her face and staining her sports bra. Suddenly, a loud rip rent the air as Angel's top shredded under the strain of her bulging muscles. Sitting up, Angel grinned at Hank and flexed her twitching pecs, "Fuck! That feels so much better!"

Not to be outdone, Abby tore off her own top, exposing her large round breasts, her nipples hardening in excitement. "Yes, much better," she said as she strode over to Hank and grabbed his hand before guiding his fingers to pinch her nipples.

Angel quickly tried to refocus Hank's attention. "Squats next!"

Angel stood at the squat rack, her muscles rippling and bulging as she prepared to lift. Her quads were thick and defined, her glutes tight and round, her hamstrings corded with strength. She had a barbell loaded with 950 lbs on her shoulders, and she took a deep breath before starting the lift.

Abby sidled up to Hank, rubbing his cock through his gym shorts and planting kisses on his cheek. "Do you see how strong your baby is getting? Just watch her muscles flex-this weight doesn't faze her anymore." Hank moaned in response to her words.

As Angel began to squat, her muscles strained against the weight, her quads and glutes contracting with the effort. Veins bulged on her arms and legs, her back muscles flexing as she pushed through the movement. The barbell descended lower and lower, until Angel's thighs were parallel to the ground. And then, with a grunt of exertion, she pushed back up, her muscles working in perfect harmony to lift the enormous weight. Angel repeated the movement nine more times, her muscles trembling and expanding with each repetition.

On her last rep, with the barbell locked out at the top of the movement, Angel let out a loud roar of triumph, her muscles trembling with the effort. "Your turn, Abby," she said.

Abby and Angel swapped spots. As Abby took away some weights to reduce the load to a more manageable 700 lbs, Angel moved beside Hank. She grabbed his hand and set it on her meaty pectorals. "I just wanted to thank you, Daddy, for helping me realize my ambitions. We're both so busy, I don't have a chance to show my appreciation often enough."

"I love you, and I'm willing to do anything for you," Hank replied as he leaned in to kiss her passionately. After they broke apart, Angel said, "Now watch your submissive. She's become so powerful, and it's all for you. She worships you, you know."

With a grunt, Abby stood up and shouldered the colossal 700 lbs. Her leg muscles flexed with effort as she adjusted her stance and filled her lungs with air. Abby then crouched down, her body pushing against the intense weight.

As she stood, Abby's trapezius and lumbar muscles flexed and quaked from the strain of the lift. Sweat began to form on her forehead and her face distorted from the effort, but she didn't stop. She continued, squatting down and rising up, each time trying to go deeper.

Hank gaped from the side, marvelling at her strength and determination. As she finished her last rep, Abby let out a triumphant yell and Hank erupted into cheers, applauding her awe-inspiring lift.

Breathing heavily, Abby replaced the barbell on the squat rack and faced Hank. A broad smile covered her face as she flexed her biceps, admiring the way they bulged intimidatingly. Hank couldn't help but beam in delight at her pride; he was totally captivated by her strength and beauty.

Abby reached down and yanked off her shorts, accidentally tearing them away from her bulging glutes and thick quads and hamstrings. Now just wearing her gym shoes, Abby looked at Angel and said playfully, "You're overdressed love. Let your Daddy see you in all your glory." At this Angel gave Hank a mischievous grin before ripping off her own shorts.

"Now, Master, let's do your favorite exercise: bicep curls!" Abby exclaimed. Angel laughed, knowing that showing off her biceps was sure to please her Daddy.

Abby started first, picking up two 75lb dumbbells as if they were nothing. She stood with her feet spread apart and began to lift the weights up and down. Her biceps and triceps pulsed as she worked, the veins in her arms clearly visible.

Angel followed suit, grabbing the 95lb weights with confidence and raising them easily, the weight seeming insignificant to her powerful muscles. She glanced at Hank during each rep, a playful expression on her face.

Hank watched the two women with admiration. Angel's muscles flexed with each curl, and Abby's grace was unmatched. The sight of them working out together was mesmerizing.

Abby and Angel continued with the alternating bicep curls, naked as they were, each rep pumping their muscles further. They both moved with exquisite precision, their muscles contracting and relaxing in perfect harmony.

Looking at the tent in Hank's gym shorts, Angel turned to Abby and said, "I think we need to take care of Daddy's needs. We don't want him to feel like we are just teasing!" To Angel, Abby said, "Why don't you try that new thing we were talking about? I'm sure Master will love it!"

"Dare I ask?" Hank commented.

Angel moved silently over to Hank, her muscles rippling with each step. "I think you'll really like it, Daddy," she said, smiling mischievously. She pulled off his shorts in one swift movement. Taking a hold of his backside, she lifted him up so that his manhood was level with her mouth. "You've never experienced a blowjob like this before," she murmured, slipping his hard cock into her mouth.

"Uuuugggh!" Hank groaned from the intense pleasure. He grasped at her strong biceps as she rhythmically bobbed up and down, her tongue exploring and tantalizing him. It wasn't long before he reached his peak and finished with a shudder.

"Thanks for the snack, Daddy. Let's take it to your bedroom--your concubine is just dying to please you next!" Angel said keenly.

Feeling both exhausted and thrilled after the experience, Hank could only nod in agreement. It was going to be another long night.

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Jimmy McIntyre was a boxer-turned-coach. At the age of 65, he had been in the sport for half a century, starting off by cleaning up the gym. But a drunk driver crashing into his automobile at 20 ended his professional boxing career and instead directed him to a new path--that of training boxers. He was deemed no-nonsense, some even called him crusty, but his no-frills approach always yielded results. His reputation grew to the point that heavyweight fighters desperate to take a title belt sought him out.

When he was approached with an offer to coach a girl, he was hesitant and wondered why they wanted to pay him more than he had made in ten years for one week. But once he met Angel, he understood and threw himself into the project. After five weeks of training her, he was constantly astounded by her abilities.

"Angel," he said with certainty and authority, "this combination is what will knock your opponents out: you need to move quickly, bring power and accuracy to your punches, and hit them before they know what's coming."

The young fighter nodded and paid close attention to her teacher.

Jimmy began by explaining the first punch, "We're going to start with a lead right hook. It's a powerful punch that can really hurt them. Watch me." He demonstrated the punch on the focus mitts, "See how I'm pivoting my hips to generate power, and using my shoulder and elbow to generate speed?"

Angel nodded and repeated the punch on the focus mitts, "Good, but try to keep your elbow in tighter. That'll give you more speed and power," Jimmy corrected.

He continued with the next punch, "Next is the left uppercut. It's a great punch for catching them off guard." He demonstrates the punch on the focus mitts, "See how I'm using my core to generate power, and my arm to generate speed?"

Angel nodded and repeated the punch on the focus mitts, "Good, but try to keep your wrist locked. That'll give you more power," Jimmy corrected.

He continued this process for the next punches, a right cross, a left hook, and a right hook, each time breaking down the punch, showing her how to throw it, where to aim, and how to generate power and speed.

Once Angel had a good understanding of each punch, Jimmy had her practice the combination on the heavy bag, first slowly, then gradually increasing the speed and power. He watched her closely, giving her pointers and feedback on how to improve her technique. "Good, good! Keep your punches smooth and fluid, remember this is a combination, not just a series of punches."

Angel nodded and continued to practice the combination as Jimmy watched, giving her pointers and encouragement until she had it mastered.

Hank stepped into the gym and watched Angel training a few minutes before he beckoned Jimmy.

"Take five, Angel," Jimmy told her as he made his way to Hank.

"What do you think of my Angel?" Hank inquired.

"She's the most talented boxer I've ever seen. Reflexes, speed, smarts and strength--you're pushing her hard. I don't even want to know what you have her on." He shook his head. "When I started five weeks ago she was 150 pounds, now she's 195 and all muscle. I thought about getting her to spar one of my contenders, but I'm worried," said Jimmy.

Hank was grateful Jimmy hadn't asked too many questions. He had paid the man enough to avoid explanations. "What are your worries? Is Angel not up for the challenge?"

"Quite the opposite. I think she's sandbagging me. She's better than she's showing. I've had enough experience to know when a boxer isn't giving it their all in the gym, and that's definitely what she's doing," Jimmy responded.

Angel had been shadow-boxing in the corner of the gym throughout their conversation, her movements silent until Hank whispered out in a hushed tone, "Is this true, Angel? Are you holding back from Jimmy?"

"Yes, Daddy," Angel boomed from across the room.

"And why don't you want him to see your true abilities?" Hank inquired, still whispering.

"Because I should always have a secret weapon. The only way to surprise my opponents is if they can't really know what I'm capable of," she declared with conviction.

"I'd like you to demonstrate that last combination without holding back," Hank whispered.

"Yes, Daddy," Angel replied. She strode to the weight stand and grabbed a pair of 85 lb dumbbells in each hand, before returning to her previous spot. Her feet moved swiftly this time, as she shadow-boxed, executing the combination with twice the speed she had previously.

Angel let go of the weights, walked up to the heavy bag and proceeded to pummel the bag with the prescribed combination almost faster than the eye could see. Angel buried her left hand to the wrist and then her right in the final hooks, tearing through the skin of the bag, its innards falling to the floor as she drew back her arms.

"There is no way I'm putting anyone in the ring with that girl, ever," Jimmy mumbled, still not quite believing what he'd just seen.

"So you think she could hold her own in a fight?" Hank asked.

"Facing her would be suicide," Jimmy answered, devoid of emotion.

"Thanks for your insights, Jimmy. It's been a pleasure working with you. Abby will have your final payment waiting," Hank said approvingly. He walked over to Angel and unlocked her choker. "Angel, please shower and head to the conference room when you're ready."

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Angel entered the conference room to find Hank, Abby and Tali already present. "Welcome, Angel," Hank began as he affixed her necklace. "I want to start off by saying that I am amazed at your transformation over these last six weeks. What you and Abby have both accomplished defies belief."

A pleased smile adorned Angel's face. "Thank you, Daddy," she replied, her chest swelling with pride.

Hank smiled back with satisfaction. "If you feel ready, we have your first mission. Tali, please proceed,"he requested.

Tali emotionlessly handed out file folders to everyone in the room. "This is all the research we've done on Derek Doyle in the last three months. He is a small-time criminal; he hangs around parks and alleys looking for people to rob at night. He is also allegedly responsible for some rather serious beatings that have caused hospitalizations of his victims.

"He has a checking account that fluctuates between being overdrawn by $200 and having a positive balance of $150. We think that his main source of income is arm-wrestling at Billy's Pub, where we estimate he makes around $500 each night. He has participated in a few legitimate arm-wrestling competitions and has done very well."

Hank interjected with a question: "Do you know if there are any big prizes when he arm-wrestles at Billy's? Will he be tempted by something like a $10,000 purse?"

"Nothing like that has happened since he's been under surveillance," Tali commented. "From what we know of his character, I'd say he'd be up for a challenge if he thought it was an easy win. We know he has a tendency to fly off the handle when his manhood is brought into question. We've watched him at the gym: he can bench press 415lbs for reps and he uses 110lb dumbbells for bicep curls."

Angel gave a dismissive scoff when she heard those numbers. "I was stronger than him weeks ago!" she exclaimed.

"That may be," Hank lightly admonished her, "but he has significantly more experience arm-wrestling than you do. He has very good technique, from what we can tell. Tali, please continue."

"Thank you, Mr. Miller. One point of interest is that, in Mr. Doyle's criminal history is a charge of domestic violence and rape. It turns out that an ex-girlfriend of his had to be hospitalized for several broken bones and complained to hospital staff that he had violated her. She dropped the charges and left town shortly after she was discharged."

Angel's expression changed to one of rage as she gritted her teeth. "I'm gonna make sure that bastard gets what he deserves!"

Hank fixed his gaze upon her. "Angel - we need a plan before we go in. We want to hurt him, but we must stay controlled about it. Here's what I think we should do..."

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Hank, Abby and Angel entered Billy's Pub before midnight. Hank was wearing the same outfit he had been wearing on the night he first met Angel at this bar. They had found a brown sweatsuit for Angel that was a close replica of the one she wore on that day, except it better accommodated her newfound muscle mass while still being inconspicuous. Abby had on a modest skirt and blouse that hid her curves, and finished it off with mirrored aviator sunglasses and a briefcase. Not many people were in the bar, but several of them were occupied around the arm-wrestling table. There was Derek, who looked angry.

The three of them made their way to the end of the bar, where Hank addressed the biker at the last stool. "What's good?" He asked.

"Best thing here is the PBR. Anything else the bartender probably spat in," he answered. Hank knew this was Tali's guy. "It hasn't been Derek's night," he added. "He's been here two hours and has only managed to make $150 from three people stupid enough to challenge him. It doesn't look like he'll make much more if no one else shows up."

"I KNOW YOU," Derek shouted at Angel from the other end of the room, jabbing his finger in her direction. "You're that cunt that thought she could take me a couple months ago! And you're with 'Panty Waste', the fucker that paid your dead-beat tab! Fuckin' A! What do you say we have a rematch?"

Angel's body stiffened. "Relax," Hank murmured in her ear. "This is even better than we planned. Just go along with it. Lure him in." Angel gave Hank a barely perceptible nod.

"And look at that! You brought a hot little whore with you!" He gestured toward Abby, leering at her with his crooked-toothed grin. "After I beat you at the table and kick your limp-dicked little boyfriend's ass, maybe I'll have a round or two with your hottie friend!"

Abby kept her anger under control. She might be Hank's whore but she was not going to take this cretin's insults lying down. She silently vowed to herself that if Angel didn't destroy him, she would.

Angel gave Derek a sweet smile. "Oh, hey shrimp-dick! I didn't even realize you were in town. I just came for some cheap beer--I should have known from the smell of sewage near the wrestling table."

He growled in fury, not used to people giving as good as they got from him. "Cunt! To the table! Now!"

The other patrons in the bar all tried their best to look invisible, hoping desperately not to get involved in any confrontation that might arise.

"Hold up here a minute," Hank stepped in before Derek could say anything else. "We need to place a bet first."

"Bet whatever you want," Derek replied dismissively. "This bitch is mine for the taking."

"I bet $10,000," Hank said. He motioned for Abby, and she opened the briefcase, and placed a tightly bound bundle of $100 bills on the table.

Derek grinned at Abby. "Stick around, Tasty. I'm gonna be rich in a few minutes, and then I'll show you a really good time!"

Abby gave Derek a dismissive smirk and walked away.

"I'll make you mine before the end of the night, Bitch!" He called after her.

"Can you cover the ten large, shrimp-dick?" Angel taunted as she swaggered up to the table.

"Fuck you, Cunt. Get your scrawny arm on the table so I can earn me some cash," he replied.

Hank and Abby took positions near the edge of the table as Angel assumed the customary position, her right hand elevated. Derek grappled her with his meaty claw, and they began.

Derek's bicep bulged as he gripped Angel's hand and tried to assert his dominance. Angel, however, remained calm and focused. The match began in earnest as Derek tried to overpower Angel with brute force, but she was ready for him. She used her superior upper body strength to quickly gain the advantage. Her biceps and triceps flexed and swelled as she pushed against his arm, her chest heaving with effort.