As Jim rode the Metro North train from the Connecticut suburbs into New York’s Grand Central Station, he was eagerly anticipating the coming hour’s event. The previous night he had telephoned in a response to an ad in Screw Magazine’s “Hells Belles” section. Along with the myriad ads for mistresses and dungeons, promising to do all sort of unspeakable things to one’s body, was one featuring “total physical domination” and wrestling. Jim had long fantasized about being physically dominated by a strong, attractive woman, being forced to submit repeatedly to painful submission holds. After talking to Carol, the placer of the ad, Jim felt that he had just found the answer to his fantasies. Carol promised that she could easily make him beg to be released. She especially liked to work scissors and choke holds, and really got off on totally dominating her “victim.” Even more than her more “normal” trade, dominating men by bondage and spanking, she really loved using her body to punish them. After hearing all that, Jim immediately made an appointment with Carol for the next afternoon. Now his dream was about to be realized. The walk from Grand Central to the 27th Street address Carol had given Jim seemed to take forever, Jim was so anxious for his match to begin. As he walked along, Jim dreamed of being held by Carol in various holds, but failed to understand how a girl who sounded so sexy on the phone could manage to squeeze a submission out of him. He had watched many videos of mixed matches where the women had the men yelling out agonized submissions, but it was always obvious that the holds were staged and the men were submitting “for the camera.” Although Jim was slightly built, at 5′8″ and 140 pounds, he felt he was strong enough to take any woman. Carol’s promise to make him beg for mercy seemed remote. Finally he reached the address. He rang the doorbell, and someone buzzed him in. He climbed the two flights of stairs promised by Carol and knocked on her door. After a minute the door was opened by a very tall pretty blonde wearing an electric blue housecoat. “Hi, you must be Jim,” she said pleasantly. “I’m Carol. Come on in.” Jim walked in to a pleasant apartment, dominated by several large wrestling mats placed on the floor. What furniture there was was pushed to one side. “As you can see, I have everything ready for our match. Do you have something for me, Jim?” said Carol. Jim fished in his pocket and found the $200 they had agreed on. Carol took it into another room and quickly returned. “While you strip down to your shorts, I’ll go over the ground rules. Ok?” Jim readily agreed and started to undress. Carol slipped off her bathrobe. “Wow!” Jim thought. Carol was a “10″ in anybody’s book. About six feet tall, she was wearing a tightly-fitting one-piece shiny blue bathing suit. Her breasts were were nice-sized, but not overly large. The shiny fabric of the bathing suit was stretched so tightly over her luscious body that he could see her erect nipples outlined. Her legs were long and “ran all the way to her ass.” They were very shapely, but Jim could tell that they were well-muscled. Carol struck a biceps-flex, revealing arm muscles that would make many guys proud. “This may not be as easy as I thought!” raced through Jim’s mind. Carol outlined the ground rules for their match. “Number 1. No biting, scratching or hitting with closed fists. Slapping and spanking are ok, but judo chops are out. Number 2. You can only win a hold by a pin, but I can win by either pin or submission. Number 3. None of this silly three-second pin stuff. We declare a pin when the loser agrees that he is helpless to get up. Number 4. After a pin or submission we have a one minute rest break, then go again. Number 5. The match goes for one hour or until one of us gives up totally. Number 6. If we roll off the mat, we break and start again. Agreed?” Jim nodded his assent and told Carol he was ready whenever she was. Carol set a wind-up timer for one hour and started it. She stepped to the center of the mats and motioned for him to follow. Taking a slight crouch, she said “Let’s wrestle, sucker!” The two circled warily, each looking for an opening. Jim made a lunge for Carol’s head, but she deftly spun away, twirling around so quickly Jim could scarcely believe his eyes. He was still recovering his balance from this lunge when Carol jumped him, taking him in a side headlock. She locked her hands and quickly rolled him over her right hip onto the mat. Pivoting around, Carol tightened the headlock and spread her legs for stability. She was arranged at a right angle to him, with most of her weight on his chest and head, one beautiful fabric-clad breast thrust in his face. Normally Jim would love to be under such a well-built beautiful woman in such a position. However, it was quickly apparent to Jim that her well-muscled arms were indeed strong, for the headlock was painful! She worked the hold, twisting and flexing her arms, sending spasms of pain through Jim’s neck and head. She countered any move on his part by pivoting to keep their 90-degree arrangement. Jim was in real trouble, and the match was only seconds old! Carol continued to work the hold, and before long Jim could sense some dizziness creeping up. Finally he managed to jam his right arm between his neck and her arms. Forcing against her grip with all his strength, he managed to break the hold. Rolling away from Carol, Jim shook his head, trying to shake off the pain and dizziness. He didn’t have long to think about it, though. Carol jumped him from behind and quickly took him in a sleeper. Her right arm was around his neck, her hand nestled in her left elbow. With her left hand she pressed firmly against the back of his head, driving his head deep into the crushing vee of her right arm. “I’ve got you now, sucker! Do you give?” she taunted. “Never!” grunted Jim. “Ok,” she retorted. “Say good night, little boy.” She increased the force with both arms, and Jim quickly began to feel the pressure. His ears were ringing and he was having real problems breathing. Carol was pushing so hard against his head that he toppled forward, enabling her to bring her weight into play. The last thing he remembered was her legs sliding against his sides and back. Then he was flat on his stomach, trying to figure out where he was. As he tried to get up, his muscles jerked spasmodically in a “chicken walk.” Gradually he came to his senses and realized that her sleeper hold had really “put him out.” “That’s one for me,” boasted Carol. “You get one minute before we go again!” Jim tried to make the most of his minute’s rest, but he still felt shaky when Carol said, “Let’s go.” This time, as the two circled, Jim was careful not to make such a rash lunge for Carol. He made several cautious moves toward Carol, but she was always a split second ahead of him, spinning out of the way ready to pounce a second later. Finally Carol lost her concentration for an instant and Jim was able to get his arm around her neck in a side headlock. He wasn’t able to flip her smoothly onto the mat as she had done him, however, and he two wrestlers fell down together. Although he managed to keep his headlock, Carol was able to snake her legs around his his left leg and lock her ankles, scissoring his thigh. She immediately tightened her leg grip and started working out of his headlock. A sudden jolt from her legs made him flinch, giving Carol the opening she needed. She pushed up on his arms and pulled her head down, escaping his grip. Quickly she snared his left arm in a half-Nelson. The pair grappled for several minutes, as Carol gradually asserted more and more control over Jim. Finally, as he tired, Carol was able to pin his other arm and mesh her fingers behind his neck, establishing a full-Nelson. She tightened the leg scissors and the Nelson, twisting him painfully. “How you doing, big boy? Wanna give?” she taunted. Jim was determined to ride this through, however. “Never!” he grunted once again. Carol maintained the pair of painful holds for several minutes more. His leg ached from the constrictive pressure of her muscular thighs, and his neck hurt like hell from the tight Nelson. Still he wouldn’t submit. Eventually Carol decided that this attack wouldn’t be successful. She released his leg, using the Nelson to keep Jim sprawled on his stomach. Suddenly she let go of his arms and spun around, keeping her full weight squarely on the center of his back. She scooped up his feet and firmly tucked each ankle under her armpits. Squatting, she pulled down on his legs and leaned back, executing a perfect Boston Crab. The pressure on his back and legs was instant and excruciating. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.” she chuckled. Jim tried his best to press up with his arms to relieve the pressure and to force his legs back, but it was to no avail. Carol had the hold too well established and was now increasing the pressure. It felt as if his back were breaking. Suddenly he saw bright lights flash in front of his eyes as his back muscles spasmed. At the same time an intense pain shot from his spine. Instantly he screamed “I submit! I submit! Just let me go!!” Carol released his legs and sat down on his sore back. Jim was totally out of breath, and her weight made it more difficult to breathe, not to mention get up. “Gotcha again, didn’t I!” she crowed, and spanked his bottom hard four or five times. She stood up and helped Jim to his feet. “You took a lot of pain in that round, Jim. Let’s rest five minutes.” Jim didn’t argue, just groaned in agreement and sprawled on a nearby sofa. After a few minutes his breathing had returned to normal, but his back still hurt fiercely. Carol was back in the middle of the mats, motioning for Jim to join her. Finally Jim drug himself over to the mat and warily approached Carol. Carol played with him, dancing away from his clumsy attempts to engage her. Finally she took him in a front neck grip, turned her back to him, and vigorously threw him over her head. Jim landed roughly on the mat. Carol was all over him. She slipped her shapely legs around his waist, establishing a perfectly placed body scissors, and took him in a side headlock. Carol’s legs were beautifully shaped, but their muscles were deadly. She tightened her grip around Jim’s waist, painfully constricting him. He flailed at her legs but couldn’t affect her python-like grip. After struggling against the two constrictive holds for a few minutes, he collapsed, offering no resistance. “You’re mine now, buddy-boy,” Carol hissed into his ear. She tightened her scissors grip rhythmically, driving the air from his body. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.” Jim was in absolute agony. Carol’s deadly legs were painfully crushing his waist, just below his rib cage, and made breathing nigh onto impossible. Just as soon as he could manage to take in a small gasp of air she would tighten her legs, expelling it for him. He finally tried to gasp out a submission, but he had too little air to do more than croak. “What’s that, Jim? I can’t hear you!” Carol growled through gritted teeth, as she bore down on his waist once again. This routine continued for a few more minutes, Jim growing steadily weaker. Finally he was no longer moving, his face a reddish-purple. Carol released the headlock and lifted his arm. When she let go, it flopped limply on the mat. She had squeezed Jim totally unconscious. Carol patted his cheek and disengaged her legs. After two or three minutes Jim came around, looking like something the cat had dragged in. “I’ve had enough,” he coughed. “You’re just too much for me. Where did you learn all that?” “Jim, when you called,” Carol smiled, “I told you that domination was my business, and wrestling was my favorite part. I’ve been doing this for five years now, and seldom lose a fall anymore. By the way, let me know when you want to try again. I give a discount for losers! You haven’t even tried some of my better holds yet. Ever been in a head scissors or a camel clutch?” It was another few minutes before Jim was able to get to his feet and dress. He had certainly realized his fantasy, in spades. Before he left, however, he made another appointment to wrestle with Carol in a few weeks. Once a fool……

Executive submission

     Once again Jim found himself climbing the stairs to Carol’s 27th Street apartment. Several weeks ago he had attempted to wrestle Carol, but only ended up submitting to painful holds - the dreaded Boston crab, a combination body scissors/headlock where Carol completely shut down his breathing, and a deadly sleeper that sent him temporarily to dreamland. Despite his poor performance in Carol’s clutches, Jim was thrilled with the experience in retrospect. His life-long fantasy of being physically dominated and tortured by a beautiful woman had certainly been realized in spades. Jim had made a return appointment with Carol on the spot, and today he was keeping that date. The beautiful Carol greeted Jim warmly and ushered him into the apartment, which was equipped with wrestling mats as before. This time the six-foot blonde was dressed in a shiny spandex “catsuit,” which left little concerning her anatomy to the imagination. She was so luscious that Jim’s palms seemed to itch in his eagerness to get his hands on her. “You like?” she cooed, turning and showing off her body. “I just got this little number last week. It’s great for wrestling - guys get so involved in looking at me that they forget what we’re doing. Makes it real easy to trap’em!” Jim gulped, imagining how he would soon be trapped that way! “You know, Jim,” added Carol, “you really didn’t do very well against me last time. Were you really trying?” “I sure was! You’re just a damned good wrestler. Anyway, what excites me the most is being forced to submit to your holds. I’m not really into defeating a woman - I enjoy being dominated.” “Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place! Like I think I told you last time, I really get off on using my body to make a man beg for mercy! Tell you what - I’ll stress really punishing you today. How’s that?” “Sounds great! Just don’t kill me!” “What? And lose a good customer - No way! What I will do, though, is pour on the pressure until you say the magic word. Let’s use ‘mercy’ as a safe word. Don’t forget it!” “Got it!” “You know where to change, Jim. Got my money?” Jim fished out the $175, a $25 “loser’s discount” off last time’s fee, handed it over, and went into the bathroom to change. Meanwhile Carol set the timer for one hour and started it as Jim re-entered the room. “Same rules as last time?” “Sure,” Jim replied and warily circled Carol in the middle of the mat. Rather than the cautious circling she employed in their last match, Carol immediately made an aggressive lunge for Jim’s left leg. Catching him completely by surprise, her mid-calf hold easily flipped him onto his back. Releasing Jim’s leg, Carol rolled onto his chest and secured a firm headlock. “Oh, no - not again,” thought Jim, remembering their previous match, as Carol painfully tightened the hold. This time, though, Jim was able to slip out before Carol really had herself established on his chest. Rolling away, he was temporarily free of his beautiful opponent’s clutches. Before Jim could get to his feet, Carol had bounced up and and spun around behind him. As Jim started to sit up, Carol slipped her spandex-clad legs around his neck and pulled him into a neat head scissors. She wasted no time applying pressure, and Jim’s face quickly reddened from the constriction. Carol was seated behind him, with his head neatly positioned between her thighs. As Jim put his right hand to his side, trying to bridge out of the painful hold, Carol grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled his arm up by her chest. She rolled over on his trapped arm and secured it under her body, and was able to capture his left wrist before Jim could try to break the scissors. Jim was in big trouble, and he knew it. “Auuuuuuggghhhhhh!” he groaned as Carol straightened her legs, pressuring the hold. “Gotcha now, big boy!” Carol gloated. “You know, this is really sort of comfortable for me. I hope you are enjoying being between my legs!” Carol didn’t crush down with full pressure on Jim’s head and neck. She knew that she could probably force an immediate submission with this hold, but Jim was held completely helpless, and she intended to stretch out this torture session. She gradually tightened the scissors, until Jim once again began to moan and groan in pain. “How does my suit feel on your neck? Nice and smooth, I hope!” Carol taunted Jim as she alternately pressured and relaxed the hold in a slow rhythm. Jim saw stars every time Carol squeezed down on his sore neck, and his jaw felt like it was being cracked. Several times Jim was close to crying for “mercy.” Each time, though, Carol stopped just short of exerting unbearable pressure. “Ya’ know, Jim, I really like this hold.” Carol hissed as the continued the rhythmic torture. “I can relax, and I know I’ve got your full undivided attention! Let’s see what you can take!” Carol once again tightened her legs, but this time she didn’t relax the pressure. “Aiiiiiieeeeeee” screamed Jim, as the crushing pressure mounted beyond what he could tolerate. “Enough! Enough! I can’t take any more!!! I submit!!” Carol continued to hold him tightly, though. “Not bad, guy, but I can make it hurt a lot more!” “No! Please!” begged Jim. “Have mercy!” As Jim uttered their previously agreed safe word, Carol reluctantly released the hold, and Jim sprawled on the mat, exhausted. “God, Carol,” he gasped. “I’ve never felt anything like that! You could kill someone that way!” “I probably could,” agreed Carol. “But not today. I’ve got a lot of other things to subject you to!” Before Jim could completely recover, Carol deftly rolled him over onto his stomach. She grabbed his ankles, crossed them behind his butt and sat on them. “Jeeez!” shouted Jim. “I wasn’t ready!” “I was,” grinned Carol. “You said you wanted an hour of physical domination. Well, Jim-baby, you’re getting it!” Carol grabbed Jim’s wrists, one in each hand, and began to pull his arms back, lifting his fore-body off the mat. “We call this the bow-and-arrow. Can you hit the target?” “Oooowwwwwwwww!” Jim screamed, as Carol increased the tension. “My back! You’re breaking it!!” “Oh, I don’t think so,” said Carol. She rhythmically bounced on his entrapped legs, pulling his arms tighter with each bounce. BOUNCE. “Oww!” BOUNCE. “Yeow!” BOUNCE “Carol! Please! Oww!” After about a dozen good bounces, Carol released the hold and moved forward, sitting on the small of Jim’s back with her feet placed at his sides. She slipped her hands around his neck, pulling back forcefully on his chin.

     “God! Carol! You’re killing me!” Jim screamed, as the pain increased in his neck and back. He tried to relieve the pressure by pressing down with his hands and forearms, but to no avail. “This is the camel clutch, Jim,” Carol explained. “It’s another of my favorites!” Carol gradually pulled back more forcefully, lifting Jim’s torso further off the mat. “Aiiiiieeeeee! Please! I can’t take any more!” “Sure you can,” growled Carol. “I’m not ready for you to submit yet!” She continued to pressure the hold, increasing the pull until Jim screamed, then backing off enough to quiet him down. After half a dozen such sequences, she held the pressure steady for a good 30 seconds, causing Jim to groan in agony. “Mercy! Carol, mercy!” he screamed. “Okay. I guess you’ve suffered enough for now!” Carol said as she released Jim’s chin and he dropped limply to the floor. “Let’s take five, before I torture you some more.” It took the full five minutes for Jim to recover enough to struggle to his feet. “What else do you plan to inflict on me?” he asked warily. “Oh, I’m not sure. You’ll just have to wait and find out.” Carol answered, smiling sweetly at Jim. “Ready to go?” “I guess so,” Jim groaned. “I’m going to get you this time!” “Oh you are, are you?” was Carol’s response, as she circled Jim, looking for an opening. Carol sexily ran her hands over her tightly encased breasts. The gesture was not lost on Jim, who followed her hands like a hypnotist’s subject follows the legendary swinging pocket watch. Suddenly she lunged, catching both of Jim’s calves and neatly flipping him on his back. Quickly taking advantage of the situation, Carol lifted his legs, such that Jim was folded, with most of his weight on his neck and upper back. She spread his legs, hooking one with her right leg and securing the other ankle with both hands. “Welcome to the banana split!” she crowed as she leaned forward, splitting Jim’s legs and putting more weight on his neck. “Ugh!” grunted Jim. The split wasn’t all that painful, but the position he was being forced into compressed his diaphragm, and he found breathing increasingly difficult. “My, you’re turning red!” Carol observed. “What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?” “Ummph! Mmmmmph!” Carol held Jim in that difficult position for a seeming eternity, allowing him just enough breath to avoid blacking out. He couldn’t really yell - only muffled grunts could he make. Finally Carol let go of him and Jim flopped on his back. Carol lay on top of Jim hooking each of his legs with hers and locking her arms tightly around his neck. She used the leverage in her legs to force Jim’s legs apart forcefully. “How do you like the grapevine, big boy?” “Aiiiee! You’re splitting me in two!” “Oh, I don’t think so. You’re just not very flexible. Let’s work on that some!” Carol alternated between forcing Jim’s legs apart and pulling up hard on his entrapped head. As she pulled up on him her crotch pressed painfully against his chest and her breasts covered his face. Breathing was almost impossible, due to the terrific pressure on his chest and face. “Jeez, Carol!” Jim was able to croak during a brief lull in the pressure. “You’re going to kill me!” “I promised I wouldn’t! We’re just working on your flexibility. Think of this as therapy!” Carol’s “therapy” soon had Jim on the verge of unconsciousness. At long last she released his head and disentangled her legs from his. Jim lay under her gasping for breath. Carol immediately knelt on his chest, her smooth, strong thighs tightly imprisoning his head. “Time for a little rest?” she taunted, as she secured his wrists firmly against the floor above his head. Jim had recovered his breath enough to make a feeble attempt to dislodge the beautiful blonde from his chest, but no matter how he bucked or tried to roll, Carol rode him dominantly. “Face it, Jim, you’re pinned good! Now for the coup de grace!” Carol inched forward, until her moist crotch hovered over his face. “Take a deep breath, Jim,” she advised. As Jim tried to do as he was told, Carol sat heavily on his face, smothering him in a sea of spandex. Jim kicked and bucked as hard as he could, but Carol could not be dislodged. As his efforts died out, Carol periodically lifted her crotch from his face to allow him a slight breath of air. “After all, guy, we don’t want you unconscious. You can’t enjoy being smothered if you’re not awake!” The face-sitting session continued for about 15 minutes, until the kitchen timer rang. “That’s it! Party’s over!” Carol got up, shut off the noisy timer, and sat on a nearby sofa to watch the prostrate Jim recover. He was red-faced, breathing heavily. “Good God, Carol! When you promised an hour of physical domination, you really meant it!” Jim gasped. “I just don’t understand how such a beautiful woman can be so tough and brutal!” “Face it, Jim. It’s what you asked for. And what I enjoy, too! Are you interested in another session? Or was this too much for you?” “Oh, I’ll be back in a few months, I guess? What new wrinkles do you have for then?” “Well, I was toying with a new concept. Let’s wrestle for an hour, submission only. We’ll keep track of the number of times you submit. Then, I’ll tack on dessert. I’ve got an old razor strop that belonged to my father. We’ll give you ten slaps with the strop for each time you submit. That, Jim-baby, should make you a little less reluctant to give up!” “Well, I….uh….I just don’t know about that.” “Oh, I think I know you well enough now. You’ll be back. I’ll oil the strop!”

Lezdom Movies

     For as far back as I can remember I have had an interest, you could say an obsession, with beautiful women who were well built and physically strong. As the years have gone by I guess I have become more “hard core” in this interest. In fact it is a sexual turn on for me to think about a beautiful woman beating me in physical tests of strength such as arm wrestling and wrestling. I have thought about boxing as well, but I am afraid of black eyes, etc. At any rate, this story is about how I was introduced to a club of women who are all beautiful, well built and physically strong.

     I had been writing to Cat - a real live woman, believe me, for some time when circumstances made it possible for me to travel and spend several days in the area in which she lived. Cat had told me that she loved to wrestle and dominate her ‘victims’ physically before she took them apart sexually and that she had some female friends who did the same thing. I was so excited that I could think of nothing else. I arrived and contacted Cat to tell her the hotel where I was staying. She said, ” I’m so glad you are here. I have told the other girls about you and they can’t wait to see us wrestle. It’s really amazing, but I don’t remember ever being as strong as I am now. You get unpacked and settled in and then a few of us will come over to your room and we’ll have a little warm up contest to see who pays for dinner tonight. I hope you brought enough cash ’cause there will be five of us going out for a big steak dinner on you.” I hung the phone up and got all my things unpacked. It wasn’t long before I heard a knock on the door and I could feel the excitement as I opened the door.

     Standing there were four big, beautiful women. I knew at this point that I would be no match for any of them. They were all dressed in tight sweaters, short skirts and high heels. It seemed to me that their legs were a mile long. They greeted me with big smiles and as each one shook my hand and introduced themselves they each gave my hand a sample of their strength. Cat said, ” We are starving so we’ll make this quick. Come over here and kneel down in front of me and let me give you a sample of my scissors hold. We could wrestle and the result would be the same; this way we don’t get all messed up before dinner. If you can last for 30 seconds without submitting then we’ll buy you dinner. ” I knelt down and Cat almost gently placed my head between her long legs. My throat was resting on her crotch and I was looking up into her smiling face. The girls counted to three and then Cat winked and squeezed.

     I was in trouble immediately and everyone knew it. I began to croak out my submission. But, Cat wasn’t through yet. She began to tease me and made me verbally submit time after time.

     ” Now if you want me to stop crushing your weak little neck I want to hear you tell me what it feels like to have a woman so completely out muscle you. Then I want to hear what you think each one of these women are going to do to you. If your answer is good enough I’ll finish you off, for now. If it’s not then we’ll continue this for as long as it takes. You see I could keep this hold for hours; only I don’t think you would last that long.” I started talking as fast as I could.

     Cat walked over and stood over my wasted body. As I looked up I saw her smiling face. “Well, you don’t seem to be able to offer much resistance to us so far. Maybe you are tired from your trip and need some rest. To wind up the introduction for tonight Shelia wants to demonstrate her power and then tomorrow she will be the first one you have a ‘match’ with. After her you get to feel my power again and I’m going to crush you with my thighs and then smother you between these big E cup boobs of mine.” Shelia was 6′ tall and beautiful. She calmly walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my ribs. She lifted me off of the ground and crushed me into immediate submission. ” You give up, all ready ? I’m not ready to stop yet. First put your hands on my arms and feel how hard they are then beg me to finish you off.” I felt her arms and they felt like steel. I begged her to stop before she broke my ribs. I was having trouble getting my breath. Shelia laughed and lowered me to the floor and then she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my face into her cleavage. I was fading fast and she knew it. Before I could escape into merciful unconsciousness she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my face away from her chest. She pulled down so that I was looking up into her face. ” This was just a sample. I can’t wait until tomorrow when we have a chance to spend some time together. I’m going to give you something to think about tonight. My legs are going to make mincemeat out of you. Here, feel this thigh and calf muscle and think about them squeezing your throat. “

     Cat decided to have one last shot at me that night. ” I am going to smother you with my boobs and humiliate you before we stop for tonight. At least try to give me some competition if you can. ” I really tried, but she was just too much for me. She allowed me on top and then she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my face into her massive chest. I was fighting so hard to breathe that I lost interest in holding her down. She easily rolled us over with her on top. Cat released me and sat on my chest. ” I have always been afraid of knocking a guy out but you seem to want to be knocked out so badly that I have decided to oblige you. I am going to do it with my boobs and a scissor combination tonight and then again tomorrow. Are you ready to take a nap now ? Look at these big babies as they slowly cover your face. To make this more fun I want you to play with your little dick as I work you over.” She lowered her boobs to cover my face. They were so massive that they also covered my ears; my whole face was engulfed in her cleavage and she was squeezing the air out of me with her legs. Cat knew that I wouldn’t last long like this so she would slack off on her scissor hold and raise up to allow me to gulp air. Each time I would do this the other women would laugh hysterically.

     Here I was being held between a woman’s legs and boobs; being totally out muscled and made to masturbate in front of these women. ” Here let me help a little. Do my strong hands feel good ? ” She played with my rock hard dick and then began to slap my face with her boobs as she jerked power into the scissor hold. I was fading fast when she slammed her boobs back down on my face and poured on the power from her legs. I remember shooting my load as I went into unconsciousness.

     I was only out for a few minutes. As I recovered Cat was sitting with my head in her lap. ” Look girls, he’s coming around. Well Mr. Macho, this woman made all of you go limp at the same time didn’t I ? Now get on your knees and put your face on my pussy and say 100 times, A woman’s muscle power and her boobs are too much for a man. ” I did as she commanded and as I approached the last several times Cat’s powerful legs wrapped themselves around my head and I thought she would crack my skull as she came. She released the hold and I dropped in a heap on the floor. They let me rest for about an hour and then each of the women used me as Cat had done. They drove me back to the hotel in the wee hours of the morning. Totally beaten and totally enslaved by their powerful bodies and their beauty.

     The rest of my stay there was more of the same thing. I was beaten and used. And Tia did get to wrap her long legs around my ribs and she squeezed with such force that we all heard it when one of them popped. She let go and stood over me flexing her muscles. She made me feel and kiss them and then she made me beg her to not break me anymore.

     I left there humiliated and also excited. I had been physically dominated and sexually used by sexy, beautiful members of the stronger sex - it really was a weekend work-over.

Queens of pain and pleasures

     This is a story that is difficult for me to tell; but, Cindy has told me that if I didn’t tell it she was going to really do some damage to me. It began with our being introduced by a mutual friend. I had told him in a conversation we were having that I thought these stories of women beating men in arm wrestling, wrestling and boxing were hog wash. He had told me that he knew a woman who could make a believer out of me. Thus the meeting with Cindy.

     She was beautiful and she certainly doesn’t look like one would think a strong woman would look like. She started out when we shook hands as our friend, I’ll call him Bill, introduced us. She began to increase the pressure of her grip as she smiled and winked sweetly and said, ” I hear that you don’t think a woman can beat you at arm wrestling, wrestling and boxing. Are you already having some second thoughts ? I’m going to take your ego apart and put it back together like I think it should be. I’m going to really put some power into this little demonstration, not too much because I don’t want to break anything, yet. ” And with that she did and the next thing I knew I was on my knees looking up into her laughing face. She let my hand go and walked over to the dinning room table. Cindy whistled at me and with the come hither gesture with her finger she motioned me to come over to her. I walked over and sat down where she pointed. ” OK, big boy let’s start the lesson. We’ll go left handed first so your little right hand can recover some. Bill will count to three and start us off. My left hand is my weakest, but I promise you it will be way too strong for you. “

     She was right. Cindy let me give it everything I could as she taunted me about being too weak for her. Then she slowly began to lower my arm down to the table. ” I could have done that in about two or three seconds, but I wanted you to see that it wasn’t luck, or technique but simply that I’m much stronger than you are. Reach over here and I’ll let you feel what a solid arm muscle feels like. ” I reached over and her arm was as hard as steel, and that was her “weak” arm. As if reading my mind Cindy popped up her right arm and said, ” Now feel this baby. ” It was larger and just as hard and I was totally demoralized. I knew this woman was just too much for me; but my male ego would not let me say so. We arm wrestled right handed with the same results. The difference was before Cindy put my arm all the way down she increased the pressure of her grip and said, ” Let’s hear you beg me to not make pulp out of your hand and to please put your arm down. “

     It was hard to talk through the pain but I managed to say what she had asked me to say; but the pressure continued as Cindy looked up in a thoughtful pose. ” That was fun. Wonder what else I can make you say? Oh, say Cindy you are too strong for me. I’m only a weak little wimp.” I hesitated and she squeezed a little harder and I said it.

     She slammed my arm to the table and released me. She was gloating over her victory. She walked around the table to me and whispered in my ear, ” Rest up little man while I change into some wrestling clothes and then you really get a lesson about who is the stronger sex. I think I’ll carry you for about three rounds then pour it on. Look at these long legs and think about this, they are so strong that I have yet to scissor a man and not have him either beg for mercy or mostly they get knocked out. ” I watched her walk away from me and I was dazed by how easily she had beaten me and the warning she had given me about what was going to happen.

     Cindy returned in a few minutes, she was wearing a robe as she approached me and told me to go take my shirt off. I did and we faced each other in the middle of the room, which had been cleared of furniture. Cindy smiled that knowing smile of hers and said, ” Did you think about what I said ? Are you ready to see what you’re up against ? I’ll bet you are starting to feel very weak compared to me aren’t you ? Well, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. ” And she slowly undid her robe and let it drop to the floor; I heard myself gasp as I looked at her standing there in a two piece. She turned her back to me and raised up on her toes causing her calf muscles to flex into their diamond shape. Then she turned toward me and flexed her thighs. “Ok, pee wee lets get it on. You’re mine and I’m going to crush you into oblivion, then pin you and then knock you out again and make you humiliate yourself.” Cindy walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me with a sudden burst of power. Before I could react she threw me to the floor and before I knew what had happened she had those beautiful legs wrapped around my neck. ” Now, I’m going to squeeze and we’ll see how long you last. I’ll bet you are asleep before you can give up. ” I felt a tremendous jolt of pain and I instantly felt light headed and then blackness. When I came to Cindy was standing over me with a foot on my chest flexing for Bill, who had a video camera recording all of this.

     Cindy let me rest for a few minutes as she strutted around making fun of my masculinity. She came over and grabbed me by the hair and drug me back out to the center of the room. We wrestled around a little, but I had the feeling she was toying with me. Finally Cindy caught me in a body scissors and squeezed me so hard that I submitted several times. She kept the pressure up and as I would exhale she tightened the hold more. ” What’s the matter, big boy, can’t you breathe ? Is this little girl too much for you. Feel how hard my thighs are. And you said it was hog wash that a woman could beat a man. Beg me to pin you or I’ll break you in half. “

     I begged and she finally released me and pinned me flat on my back as she counted to ten instead of three; she could have counted to 100. ” Just for your information I know a lot of holds that I could use on you like the grapevine, the sleeper hold, Boston crab and more; but then you wouldn’t be able to box. And I’m better at boxing than I am wrestling. ” Cindy once again let me go and rest for a few minutes. I was finished and we both knew it. I told her I had had enough and that she had won. But Cindy wasn’t through yet, ” Oh, no baby. It’s not that easy. But you’re learning. Crawl on your hands and knees and kneel before your superior and beg me to crush you unconscious again and then cut you to ribbons with my fists. Or we can keep on letting me think of ways to hurt you. “

     I could not believe that I was crawling on my hands and knees and kneeling before this beautiful woman begging her to knock me out and beat me up with her fists. Cindy laughed and then slid her thighs around my neck in a standing neck scissors and squeezed, then she let up and crushed again. Each surge of power was harder than the last and each time I would grunt and groan. Cindy loved to hear me make gurgling noises and would make me say things like I was a weakling, or a wimp, or that she was too much woman for me just to hear me croak. Finally she really poured on the power and I went back down into the pit of unconsciousness.

     I came to and Cindy was once again straddling my body putting on a victory show for Bill and the camera. ” Now, you are about to feel some real power. I won’t mess you up too badly but you will know you’ve been in a fight. Rest up and then we are going to box bare fisted. ” I rested for about ten minutes and then Cindy stood in the middle of the room and motioned to me to come to her. She flexed her arms again and said, ” Come and feel them again. Let’s see your muscles, little man, mine seem to be much harder and better developed. You are about to feel how strong they are. ” I tried to fight her, I really did, but she was stronger and quicker than I was and she pounded me in the body and the face at will. After she had landed shots to my body and face she backed up and said, ” you haven’t hit me once. So I’m going to let you take your best shot to my body and one to my jaw. Let’s see what you’ve got. If you knock me down we’ll quit, if you don’t I’m going to knock you out. ” I hit her as hard as I could and it hurt my hand. Cindy just laughed and then she hit me once in the jaw and I was out.

     As I came to Cindy lifted my head up with a handful of hair and said, ” Now tell the camera who is the stronger sex and plead with me not to work you over anymore. Then get on your hands and knees and bow down to me and kiss my feet. Then I want you to kiss my leg muscles and finally pay homage to my arms and fists. Then I want you to write WOM about this little contest or I’ll really do some damage to you. ” I did as she commanded. This is one beautiful and powerful woman. I don’t think women are the weaker sex anymore and since this fight with Cindy she has told me she has some friends that can also take me apart. Cindy did break my ego.

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     I was sitting in a booth at a Country Western Bar that I was visiting for the first time. I was there about two hours watching the place fill up and waiting for the band to come back from break. I was downing my third beer and waiting to get up the nerve to ask one of the girls to dance. I had no one in particular in mind, but the place was full and there were plenty of women to choose from.

     Just as I finished my beer, the waitress came over and placed another one on the table. She said it was complements of the customer sitting at the bar. I could hardly see the bar area because my view was blocked by all the customers. I just waved in that general direction, a freindly salute and started to drink the beer. Many images were going through my mind, wondering who bought me the beer. As I was looking down at my glass, I sensed that someone was standing next to my booth and I quikly looked up.

     She was amazing. She stood at least 6′2″ and had gorgeous long blonde hair. Her stature was immense. She was at least 200lbs with broad shoulders and very large breasts. She had on a cowboy hat, overalls and snake skin boots with steel toes and spurs. I just stared at her completely speachless. She finaly said, “Well aren’t you going to invite me to join you?”. I studdered, “Yes, of course”.

     She sat down on the same side I was on and slid all the way over pressing me into the wall. She put her arm around me and gave me a firm squeeze. I felt my heart pounding and my groin comming to life as she looked me in the eye. She said, ” I’m the Sheriff around here and how would you like to be my deputy”? I just nodded my head and felt a gulp in my throat. This was not a woman who took no for an answer and I was totaly confused by her agressive tactics.

     Before I new it, she grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me toward her. She opened my mouth with her tongue and stuck it half way down my throat. Her other arm reached into my croch and started squeezing my balls. I felt completely helpless. I was beeing crushed by an amazon and was loving every second of it. We both began to breath heavily and were getting very turned on.

     After what seemed like eternity, she removed her tongue from my mouth and said, “Let’s go back to my place for a little bull riding”. I couldn’t believe what I heard, but ackwardly smiled and said, “That sounds like a great idea, lets go”.

     She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the booth without any effort. She put her arm around my waist tightly and said, “Your coming with me”. I was very embarassed. I felt like everyone in the bar was stairing at me as I was being dragged down the aisle by a large cowgirl and trying to cover up the large bulge in my pants.

     When we got out in the parking lot she picked me up over her shoulder and threw me into the front seat of her pickup truck. She started the engine and proceeded to burn rubber out of the parking lot. As we headed for her apartment she looked at me and said, “I hope you are up for this, because I have big plans for my little deputy”. I just smiled and staired at her huge arms as they flexed holding the steering wheel.

     After what seemed like eternity, we finally arrived at her apartment. She walked over to my side of the truck, opened the door and hoisted me over her shoulder again. She carried me into the living room and body slammed me onto the couch.

     She proceeded to talk, “I am a very overpowering woman and I demand strict obedience. You will do everything I say if you want to get out of here alive. Do you understand little man?” Out of fear and excitement I said, “Yes of course, your the boss”. I new she could overpower me, but the thought excited me to know end.

     She commanded me to remove all of my clothes for the next ritual. I quickly removed everything and stood there, very embarassed from the sight of my erection. She said, ” Get on your knees in my presence, little man”. I got to the floor immediately. She proceeded to remove her overalls. This was a slow process because they were very tight fitting. After they were removed, she stood there in all her glory. All that she wore was the cowboy hat and the deadly boots. She was magnificent. She was extremely muscled from head to toe. Her calves popped out like grapefruits as she turn around to give me a rear shot. I started to tremble on the floor stairing at her magnificense, knowing that I have just met the girl of my dreams.

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     She commanded me to remove all of my clothes for the next ritual. I quickly removed everything and stood there, very embarassed from the sight of my erection. She said, ” Get on your knees in my presence, little man”. I got to the floor immediately. She proceeded to remove her overalls. This was a slow process because they were very tightly fit. After they were removed, she stood there in all her glory. All that she wore was the cowboy hat and the deadly boots. She was magnificent. She was extremely muscled from head to toe. Her calves popped out like grapefruits as she turn around to give me a rear shot. I started to tremble on the floor stairing at her magnificense, knowing that I have just met the girl of my dreams.

     She ordered me to crawl to her and I quikly came. She handed me a bottle of Baby Oil and told me to rub it on her legs. I squirted the the oil up down both legs and began massaging it into her muscles. She was as hard as a rock. My hands moved over her termendous calves and thighs. She flexed her legs and they seemed to almost double in size. I new that she was quite capable of crushing me to death without even trying. As I looked up at her, we made eye contact. She gave me a deep confident stare while expanding her massive chest and broke into a double bicep pose. I felt like a helpless fly cought in the web of a giant spider. Her arms were enormous. They must have measured more than 20 inches. Just the sight of her before me, started juices flowing out of my erection and dripping onto the floor. As she looked down at me she said, “You are my sex toy. Tonight you will know what it is like to have sex with an Amazon and you will remember it forever!”.

     As I looked up, she spread her massive thighs. I found myself stairing at the largest clit I have ever seen in my life. I was drawn to it like a magnet. Her juices were flowing as I moved closer toward the giant mound. She stepped over both my shoulders and trapped my head between her thighs. Everytime she flexed her legs, it felt like my tongue would stick out an additional two inches. She held me there for 15 minutes as I licked and sucked until my tongue was numb. Suddenly she began to shake and tremble as a loud scream came from deep in her throat. I started to choke because it felt like someone poured a pint of creme down my throat. She released her hold on my head and I fell to the ground.

     She smiled down at me and said, “I like you little man and I don’t want to lose you. Just to make sure there is no mistake that you are my property, I will give you my mark”. She grabbed me by the back of my neck, picked me up, and carried me into the kitchen. She opened a drawer and took out a long piece of rope. Like a true Cowgirl, she let out a yell and came after me. She cornered me and wrestled me to the ground. I was no match for her great strength and wieght. In seconds, she had my wrists and ankles tied together just like a calf in a rodeo. I was helpless on the floor not knowing what she had planned next. She walked over to a tall cubbord and pulled out a branding iron. I was scared shitless. She just laughed at me on the floor and began turning on the oven burner. After five minutes in the flame, the large “B&D” letters of the brand glowed bright red. With the iron in her hand, she started to come toward me. I was screaming and pleading for mercy, but she paid no attention. She stood over me and placed one big spurred boot on my side. With her termendous weight on me I could not move. I closed my eyes and wished this was not real. I heard her say as she reared back her arm, “Now everyone will know you are mine”. She burried the brand into my ass cheek and I let out a loud scream. The pain was so emmense that I fainted.

     Sometime later, I began comming to my sences. I opened my eyes and began to feel all the aches and pains in my body. I was in her bedroom lying on the bed feeling like my entire back side was on fire. I reached down and felt a large welt that formed the letters “B+D”. The bedroom door opened and she entered the room with a satisfied grin on her face. She said, “I see my little sex toy has recouperated. Now its time for some Amazon lovin”. She jumped on top of me before I could blink an eye. She squeezed my wrists and sat down on top of my pelvis. She began to push down on me with a crushing forcefullness. She felt like she wieghed over 300 pounds. Even though I was in great pain, I felt myself getting very sexually excited. Within seconds, I was rock hard. She felt my bulge under her wieght, smiled down at me and slid her body slightly back, sucking me inside of her. She gripped me like a vise as she sat upright and started rocking back and forth. It felt like my erection was being pulled out by the roots as she kept bearing down harder with her body. I started begging for her to stop, but the louder I pleaded the more turned on she became. Suddenly her body started to convulse and she let out a loud scream as she orgasmed.

     Her body was motionless and her eyes were rolled far back in her head. She started to breath deeply as she came down from her high. She opened her eyes and smiled, then she said, “That was very good my pet, now it is your turn to cum”. Still on top of me, she began to flex her rock hard body. While expanding her massive chest, she broke into a double bicep pose. Holding that position, she flexed her stomac as the washboards started rippling up and down. I could feel my erection being squezed harder and harder as I watched the gorgeous amazon on top of me pump up her body. I was in heaven, burried under the girl of my dreams, I didn’t want this moment to ever stop.

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     Dear Mike My close victory over the lovely and talented Donna in our second encounter had cought the attention of another young female fighter named Janine. A girl from the club who is presently engaged in fights at mixed fights. She bombarded me with challenges by the way of letters following the accounts she read of my performance against Donna who, she claimed, she had subduded inside a round by a technical knockout before. The spark of enthusiasm was undoudtedly present in this interested party, for her challange was to fight over twenty, 3 minute rounds. The contempt with which she regarded me as a fighter was clearly demonstrated in the contant of her letter. ” I’m not saying I can defeat you , but my chances of losing are one one hundred to one !”. She went on to say ” If I say I’ll beat you, I’ll sound swell headed… If I say you have a chance I’d be a liar!”. Her self-assurednass, her sweeping statements, had me dunb struck as I read Janine’s optimistic letter. She also stated that judging from my past performances, your defeat by KO would take place inside two rounds so if you intend to go ahead with it you should begain your training, hope to hear form you soon, yours sincerly, Jainie When i was finish reading her letter I was gritting my teeth in rage and started to write back to her that I accept her challange, but in one month for training. As the referee gave us our instructions my extremely attractive young female apponent in her cutoff white tee shirt (the sight of her huge tits had given me an enormous erection inside my tight white trunks), her black silk panties bottoms were skin tight on bottom and her powerful thighs. then she began hurling a torrent of abuse, “You’re a wimp, and I intend to obliterate an inferior male like you in a matter of minutes. I have the right that will exterminate any man my size, and your my size!”. After waiting in our corners for about ten , the bell sounded for round one. I couldn’t wait to get at her. Howeverm with only 20 seconds gone, I was on the floor from aright cross. The referee signalled the sneering Janinne to a nutral corner as she crouched down beside my sprawled figure to take up the count, “One..two..three..”. I got on my knees at the count of six but though it wise to stay down to nine. The 50 or so odd spectators at the club were overcome with wild excitement. These members were attending their first mixed boxing match, At last thay had been awarded the privilage of not only witnessing the novelty of such a contest but the sight of a floored male with a female opponent stood over him, moved then to hysteria. As I rose, the referee looked into my eyes checking that I was all right to continue, cleaned my gloves and shouted “Box!”. Still a little dazed form the punch, I shook my head. Janine came foward as I got into my fighting stance again, “How did you like that,” sneered Janine, taunting me as she easily evaded a left and a right with her arms down. I kept bringing the fight to Janine, taking the punishment in order to press the attack. It was the only way I knew. But my female apponent, who was obviously a superior boxer was proving a handful. She proceeded to score to my body and face with hooks and jabs that kept me dazed and continuosly off balance. Just before the end of the round she made to go for my body with a stright left as I moved to check her , she cought me flush in the face with a right hook. That threw me back on my heels, recovering, I charge her , swinging furiously, but she avoided my rushes as the bell sounded. She thumbedher nose at me as she walked back to her corner. I gritted my teeth in rage, however, such as her performance in the first three minutes, that she had rendered it impontent rage. I notice a friend who was seated ring side looked pale “god! C’mon!”, he urged me as I stood up for the next round. In round two I was thinking that I had to get in some heavy punches to take Janine over. but it wasn’t happening. I did score one hard blow to her body but she shook it off. Now she brought in to play her great boxing ablity slamming home a wicked left hook. The punch caught me flush on my chin and I reeled backwards. When the bell went to end the thrid round she revieved a standing ovation, my face was red with rage and blood. In the fourth anf fifth round she began playing with me hitting me with any thing she wished, she then cut loose, countering my left with lighting speed and scoring to my face with hard lefts and rights. From then until the fourteenth round the fight became so one sided that it was like an exhibition match for Janine completely out-boxed and out-witted me. By the foutteenth, she was so far ahead by points that the referee informed me that I was to far behind tp win a decision. In the fifteenth , Janine began the biggest show of attack by hitting me many punch combinations and several times poundeing me along the ropes and sending me down several times. I sat down at the end of the round , my face a real bloodied mess, my left eye was shut, I was cut above the bridge of my nose at the corner of my right eye my cheeks were bruisedand my mouth was bleeding, made to appear worse toghter with the blood oozing fron my nose, I was a sorry sight. I looked over at Janine she was perspiring heavily true, and puffing and blowing a little, her huge tits heaving and expanding but she was in tip top shape , no wonder she challange was 20 rounds. In the sixteenth sound, Janine, realy cut loose. She set up such an attack peppering me with sizziling stinging lefts ang rights that is was obvious that she was going for the finsher. My right eye was cut as were both my cheeks, although I furiously exchanged punches with her , it was I who was forced to retreat in the end. As I retreated to the ropes Jainie followed up with a smashing uppercut shaping my head back, I fell back to the ropes with arms down and watch in slow motion as Janine cocked back her right to finish the bout, the punch smashed into my chin turning all the room black. As I came to Janine was receiving a wonderful elation from the crowd. She danced around the ring with her arms in the air. ” The winner by K.O. in the sixteen round, Hard rock Janine !!!!”. They applauded her all the way back to her dressing room.
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     I had finally gotten a position that allowed me to hire my own secretary. I was so excited, and I was determined to be very careful and painstaking about whom I hired. I had interviewed about two dozen applicants and had the list narrowed down to several possible candidates when Sally showed up for her interview. When she walked into my office I was hooked on her. She was pretty; but, more than that she had an air of confidence about her. Physically she was about 6′ tall, being dressed in a pant suit I couldn’t tell much about her figure, except that it was definitely all woman.

     The interview began as most of them do with questions about typing & short hand skills; she was among the top there; previous jobs, etc.. I asked Sally what her hobbies were and she said, “I like anything athletic. I keep in shape all the time. I also like to read and I love photography.” We talked for a while longer and I ended the interview by saying that I was going to see three more applicants the following day and then I would make a decision. Sally thanked me for my time and said, “If you decide to hire me, I can guarantee you that you won’t be sorry. I hope that you will think about this as well as my secretarial skills, I’m 6′ tall and I’m in great shape so I can be a real asset as a bodyguard as well; think about it.”

     I did. All night long.

     I interviewed the three the next day, but Sally was my point of comparison, and all the other applicants came up short. I called Sally to tell her. She sounded excited and asked me to come on over to her place for a celebration/get to know each other better dinner. I felt that it would be a good chance to be informal and get our working relationship off on the right foot. I went over and Sally had prepared a wonderful roast with all the trimmings. After dinner we went into the family room and began to talk.

     After a short time Sally asked me, “Now, tell the truth, Tim. What made you choose me over the other women?”

     I decided to be honest with her, and I told her that I had always liked athletic women, and that I hoped in time we could develop a working relationship as well as a competitive one; however, we would have to keep in mind who the boss was.

     Sally began to smile and said, “That sounds great, why don’t we start right now with a wrestling match to see who will be “boss” for the night. I’ll go change while you take off your coat and stuff.” She jumped up and off she went. I took off my shirt and stuff and Sally came back in a robe. She made a big deal of walking up close to me and looking down into my up turned face. She was 6′3″ with her heels on and I was definitely intimidated; just the reaction she wanted. She said, “Now, let’s get this clear first. I want you to try your hardest. I know you won’t beat me, but try anyway, and this session tonight will be the first of many. Are you ready to see what you’re up against?”

     I had only seen Sally in a pant suit up to this point; when she untied her robe she let it fall open and then drop to the floor. My breath caught as I looked at her in the two piece bathing suit.

     “Not a bad bod, huh, boss? Want some figures? Biceps - 16 1/2″, chest - 40C, waist - 28, hips - 36, thighs - 28, and calves - 16 1/2. Would you like to feel my arms?”

     With that, she lifted both arms up and her arm muscles exploded. They were hard as stone, and I knew I was totally out classed.

     Sally wrapped her arms around my neck, squeezed suddenly and I immediately began to submit. She let go and with a laugh said, “Wow, this is really going to be fun. I don’t think you’re going to last very long if that little squeeze was too much for you. I think I’ll put you out cold with my arms first and then we’ll move on to the real power, my legs.”

     Sally backed away from me, then motioned me over with a crooked finger. I hesitated and she really laughed and repeated the motion. I was hesitant as I approached her; before I knew what happened she stepped forward and put me into a bear hug. Her arms began to crush me like a Boa Constrictor and I was getting light headed as I begged for her to stop. Before I went out she dropped me and I fell in a heap at her feet. Sally lifted me back up by my hair and then she gently placed my hand on her arm as she flexed her bicep. Without a word she put me into another headlock and squeezed me until I passed out.

     I came to with her straddling me looking down at my spent body; she had a beautiful smile on her face as she put her leg on my chest and did a double bicep pose. Then she said, “Well, boss, I guess you know now you don’t what it takes to compete with me. You think my arms are strong, wait till you feel these long legs work on you. Reach up here and feel this calf muscle.” I reached up and ran my hand across her solid leg; I could see and feel the diamond shape of her beautiful, and well defined calf. “Now feel my thigh. You’ll need both hands for these babies. I think I’ll knock you out first with a standing neck scissors using my calves, then finish you off with my thighs. By the time I’m through with you tonight, you’ll be so addle brained that you’ll have trouble remembering your name; but, I’ll bet you will do whatever I tell you to do without thinking about it.”

     I reached up and put both hands on her thigh as she flexed. The muscles were hard as stone and I knew that I was not even close to her class in strength. Sally reached down and controlled my head as she placed my neck between her calves. She counted to three and then slowly raised up on her toes and with one sudden tensing of her legs she had me begging for mercy. “You give? You give what? You can’t have had enough already; I’m not squeezing that hard am I?”

     Sally was laughing as I thrashed around moaning and hitting on her legs to try and ease the pain. “I’m not through with this hold yet, little man; I want to watch your face as I increase and decrease the pressure. Wonder what colors I can make your face turn? It’s sort of pink now; lets increase the pressure some. Look, it’s turning red. Are you choking? Now a little more pressure. Wow, your face is turning white; I must be cutting off the blood supply to your brain. Guess what happens now? Yep, I’m gonna knock you out!” And she did. I came to about five minutes later and Sally was standing over my body slapping my head from side to side with her foot trying to “wake me.” As I did she leaned over, I thought her boobs were going to fall out onto my face, and said, “That was only round one of the calf treatment. Here comes round two.”

     Sally stepped up to my head and once again raised my neck up to her calves. She stood up on her toes and flexed her legs and I was out again. This time when I came to she repeated the same thing. After regaining consciousness this time Sally raised me to my feet and then caught me in a bear hug. I thought she was going to put me out again with the incredible strength of her arms; but just before I went out she released me. She had to hold me up as she crossed her arms around my waist and lifted me up, swinging my legs up in the air above her head. Then she swung my head toward her thighs. She flexed them as my head hit against them. She repeated this several times; then she opened her legs and slammed my head between her thighs. “Ok, wimpy, now for some real power. I’m going to knock you out with my thighs several times before I end the evening session.” Crush went the thighs, and I went out again. I came to still being held upside down. Crush went the thighs, and I went out again. She did this about four times.

     When I came around Sally came over to me and said, “If you don’t want me to work you over anymore tonight, then I want you to give me a pay raise.” I readily agreed. Then she said, “I also want you to strip down to your birthday suit and put on a ‘muscle show’ with your weak little male muscles.” As I posed for her she would feel my muscle, then feel her muscle and laugh at me for being so weak. At about 11 PM, Sally said, “Go home and get some rest boss. Tomorrow we’ll work on our office routine.”

     The next day at the office Sally came in and shut my office door. “How’s your head feel this morning boss?” Then she walked over to my chair, put her foot in between my legs, flexed her calf muscle and gently placed my hand on it. Immediately my mind went reeling, my breath caught and I was trembling. “Very good, little one, you do remember what these babies did to you, don’t you? Don’t worry, I won’t make you give me a raise every day; but I am going to knock you out at least once each day. I won’t tell you how or when until it’s time. There’s one thing. I want you to hire me a secretary. He’ll do the secretarial stuff for both of us and I can devote my full time to bodyguard work and the physical things. I’ll come and go as I please.” To emphasize this, Sally placed my hand on her bicep and flexed. “Are there any objections?” I said of course not. Then Sally grabbed a handful of hair, walked me out to the center of my office and slammed my face into her boobs as her strong arms squeezed my head like a grape. I went under the black sea of unconsciousness.

     When I came to there was a note from Sally that said, “Strip and wait for me. If you don’t, you’ll be sorry when I get back.” I did not sit in my chair naked waiting for her to return. I thought enough of this; what if someone were to come in and see me like this.

     When Sally returned she came into the office and when she saw that I was still dressed a big smile crossed her face. She closed and locked my door and began to remove her clothes. My attempts to stop her from doing this were to no avail. Sally obviously expected this to happen as she was wearing a very skimpy bikini. “I knew you would still offer some resistance to that note. But, after this training session, you’ll do what I tell you to do. Just look at these muscles and think about what I could have done to you last night. Today, we’re gonna go into the advanced course.”

     She walked over to me and lifted me out of my chair by my tie. Then she began to take off my coat; I tried to resist her until she put me into a headlock and crushed my neck until I began to see stars. Sally let up and ordered me to strip. This time I complied. As I stood before her naked she walked up to me and began to rub her body over mine. I responded. Then she grabbed my manhood in her hand and slowly began to squeeze. Just as I began to complain, she gave one solid crush and I couldn’t talk. The pressure continued and I could taste the bile in my throat. I was crying in pain as Sally began to taunt me with, “I can crush an apple to pulp with my hands; feel this arm or I’ll do the same thing to you. I’m going to turn you into a jerk off man. When you come to, the only way to relieve the pain will be to masturbate and I want to watch you do it.”

     Sally took me to the edge of passing out several times, and lifted my ass up off the floor by pulling up on my dick before she finally squeezed me so hard that I passed out from the pain. She was laughing at me the whole time she tortured me. When I came to, Sally walked over and straddled my totally spent body and said, “Now, peewee, when I tell you to do something do you think you can obey me? If not, we’ll do this as often as it takes to make a believer out of you. I’m gonna work you over every day anyway; but, the amount of pain you suffer will depend upon how quickly and efficiently you obey my commands. Now unless you want to wrestle with me some more, I want to see you play with your little wennie. You won’t be much good at anything but some tongue action for awhile. I’ve made you a ‘jerk off man’ just as I told you I would. Now, pound that pud!”

     And I did. In fact I had to masturbate several times; Sally had told me to call her each time so she could watch the result of her handy work. As I would beat off she would sit and flex her arm or leg muscles and feel them; laughing at how she had so easily reduced me to a scared little boy. After I cum, she would let me feel and kiss her pumped up muscles.

     What a secretary!

Hot mistress punishes her sub girl by brutal toy

     I first met Amalie at a party at a friend’s house, and was immediately struck by her height and beauty. She was standing alone at the far end of the room, the only black girl at the party, and she was obviously not having a good time, so I went over to her to begin a conversation. I’m a slender 5′9″ in my built up shoes, and even in her flat heeled pumps, at an even six feet, she towered a good three inches over me, but she was so lovely and feminine I hardly noticed the difference in our height. Light skinned and with wide, high cheek bones, she had strong, even features framed in naturally kinky hair coffered in a large afro, and the long, slender column of her throat curved gracefully down into wide shoulders and a slim figure that you couldn’t help but want to put your arms around. On top of that, she was so cultured and charming that before I realized it I was suggesting that we leave the party to go somewhere else and get to know each other better. She readily agreed, and we spent the next few hours exploring each other in a small, intimate cocktail lounge, after which I drove her home. My first look at her house came as something of a shock. She owned half of a duplex on the edge of the black section of the north side, on the side of a hill a good six or seven stories above the street. The only access was a cement stairway that rose steeply up from the sidewalk to the front stoop. I took one look, knew I’d never make it and said so. She laughed and said, “Then I guess we’ll have to say goodnight from here,” and bent her head to kiss me warmly on the lips. I put my arms around her waist to return her kiss with equal fervor, and was immediately surprised at the hardness of her slender body. It was almost like holding a warm statue; there wasn’t an ounce of fat or softness around her waist. When I commented on it, she laughed and said, “After all, I have to stay in shape just to climb those steps.” We saw each other regularly after that, and each night we would say our goodnights on the sidewalk. Finally, one Friday evening, after several months, I was stretching up for our goodnight kiss when she said, “I think it’s time we got a little further along, don’t you?” and then, before I realized what was happening, put her long, slim arms around my waist and shoulders and pulled me against her, mashing my body to hers so tightly that I could barely breathe. I gasped as I was bent backward and her open mouth descended to capture mine in a crushing french kiss that, had it not been for her supporting arm behind my neck, would have torn my head right off my shoulders. Instinctively I started to struggle, pushing against her with my hands as hard as I could, but her arms were like steel bands around me, and I couldn’t budge her. Even worse, she hardly seemed to notice my efforts at resistance until finally, as the world was starting to spin around me for lack of air, she relaxed her grip on me, and I collapsed against her, gulping oxygen into my tortured lungs. Holding me upright at arm’s length, she said quietly, “You know, baby, I’m starting to get serious about you. I might even marry you, if you measure up. In any case, it’s time to find out if you’re the kind of man I think you are. So get ready for some surprises, baby. I’m taking you up to my house.” Gripping my right wrist in her slender left hand, she pulled me forward and stooped to wrap her other arm around my thighs. Then she straightened, lifting me bodily off the sidewalk and draping me over her right shoulder like a sack of laundry. Quickly the hand holding my right wrist guided my hand and arm around her back and under her armpit where she could grip my wrist with the hand that also imprisoned my legs. I gasped, “Amalie! What are you doing? Put me down!” and again tried to struggle. But I was helpless as, with a low chuckle, she carried me easily up the long flight of steps to her front door, unlocked it with her free hand, and carried me inside. And to my amazement, she wasn’t even breathing hard from the effort! “Now I’ll put you down, baby,” she laughed, and with a casual shrug of her shoulders tossed me off her shoulder to land flat on my back on the floor of her living room several feet away, knocking the wind out of me. While I lay gasping for breath, she casually locked the front door, shrugged off her coat and walked over to straddle my chest with her long, slimly muscular legs. When she thought I had sufficiently recovered by breath, she suddenly turned so that she was facing my feet and sat down on my chest, shifting her weight backward and covering my upturned face with her slim, hard derriere with such force that I was literally trapped between her buttocks and my air was all but completely shut off again. As I tried to mouth muffled protests I felt my ankles being seized in a steel grip, and my shoes and socks removed. Realizing what she was doing, I redoubled my efforts at resistance, but to no avail as she casually unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and removed my trousers, and then my shorts, leaving me naked from the waist down. Rising, she turned and quickly seated herself on my stomach. Imprisoning both my wrists in one slim, long fingered hand, she undid my tie and unbuttoned and removed my shirt, and then my undershirt. Then she leaned back on my stomach and, crossing her arms over her bosom, gazed down at me speculatively. “Amalie!” I was finally able to stammer. “What in hell are you doing to me?” She laughed lightly. “Why, I thought it was obvious to you, baby,” she replied. “I picked you up and carried you up here, tossed you on the floor and undressed you.” She paused to let that sink in and then continued. “I’ll spell it out for you, baby. I told you down on the street that I was getting interested in you, and I want to see what kind of a man you are. Well, now we’re going to find out. You see, lover, if we’re going to have any kind of a long term relationship, there’s one thing we have to get straight right off the bat, and that’s that I’m the boss! More than that, I’m gonna own you! You’re gonna be my slave, my little playtoy and love doll, to be used any way I see fit. Why? Because I’m a woman, a black woman who is taller, stronger and smarter than you, and you’re nothing but a poor, inferior white man! I’m superior to you in every way, and therefore you’re gonna be subject to me in every way. Got the picture?” My head reeled in disbelief from her words, and I twisted desperately under the surprising weight of her slim body. “Amalie!” I protested. “This is crazy! Let me up!” “Sure, baby,” she chuckled and rose off me. Then, bending down, she slid her hands around my waist and, in a display of physical strength that was incredible for such a slender, lovely, feminine woman, lifted me bodily off the floor to set me on my feet in front of her. Without my built up shoes, she now loomed over five inches above me. My eyes barely reached to her chin, and suddenly she seemed somehow bigger, more powerful, and more menacing. As I gaped up at her, frantically trying to cover my privates with my hands, she put her fists on her hips and gave a low laugh. “Oho! I thought there was less to you than met the eye! It would seem that you’ve been wearing elevator shoes all this time. Well, never mind, honey. I’m going to throw them away ’cause I like you better without them. You might as well get used to looking way up at me, ’cause by the time I’m finished with you you’re going to look up to me in every way! Now, let’s inspect that little body of yours to see if you measure up to my standards!” Before I could resist, she seized me around the waist again and, without any display of effort, lifted me off the floor to hold me at arm’s length while she ran her eyes over my naked body. Forcing my hands away from my crotch by simply spreading her arms, she licked her lips with anticipation. “Mmmmm,” she murmured. “Nice. Soft and white, big enough in the right places, and no body hair…very nice, indeed.” She turned me in her hands until my back was to her and tilted me to one side so that she could hold my weight in one hand while she ran her other hand over my bare buttocks. “Cute little buns, too,” she added. “I’ll have some use for those later. For now, I think you’ll do just fine.” Setting me back down on the floor in front of her, she put her hands on my shoulders, her long fingers extending behind my neck, and said, “Time for me to change and begin your training, baby. I suppose I’ll have to put you on ice for a few minutes to keep you from trying to run away–as scared as you are, I think you might even try to get out of here without any clothes on!” Up to this point I had been too amazed at the ease with which she had handled my weight to even try to struggle or protest. But now I straightened and raised one hand to shake a forefinger at her. “Amalie,” I snapped, “this has gone quite far enough! I–!” That was as far as I got. Her fingers pressed down on the back of my neck, and almost immediately I went numb from the neck down. I could open my mouth, but my vocal cords were frozen and I couldn’t speak. I could only gape up at her in helpless terror as she gripped me to keep me from falling and the picked me up in her arms and carried me over to the divan to lay me down on my back and arrange my lifeless arms and legs on the soft cushions. “Don’t worry, baby,” she reassured me, patting my cheek. “The numbness is only temporary. In a few minutes you’ll start to get your feeling back and, although it will be uncomfortable at first, pretty soon you’ll be as good as new. Be back in a sec. Don’t run away!” With a chuckle, she disappeared into the bedroom. My head reeling, I tried to consider my predicament. Although my body and voice were paralyzed, my brain was still functioning after a fashion. Despite what she had done to me, I still found it impossible to believe that I had been so easily overpowered by such a slender, lovely, feminine, young woman. She couldn’t possibly be as strong as she seemed, notwithstanding what she had done to me. It had to be some kind of trick. Maybe she knew some kind of martial art that enabled her to use leverage to make it appear that she was stronger than I. After all, I was a grown man! No girl, and certainly no girl as slender as she was, could be as strong as she seemed to be! As soon as feeling returned to my body, I would take matters in hand and settle this thing between us. Feeling did start to return, and Amalie had been right. It started as a prickling sensation in the tips of my fingers and toes, and gradually increased in intensity and spread until it felt as though someone was sticking needles in every inch of my body. I tried to cry out, but my voice was still partially paralyzed and I could only croak incoherently. At that point Amalie returned wearing a brief halter, a short skirt that barely covered her womanhood and high heeled boots that had to be at least five inches in height. She came over to sit down on the divan and run a hand over my chest and stomach, and then down between my thighs to fondle me intimately. “Starting to feel better, baby?” she asked with a grin. I couldn’t answer her, and could only lay there and suffer the indignity that she was inflicting on me until I could move again. I endured the pain as best I could, and even when I felt that my arms and legs were functional I lay motionless, waiting until I was fully recovered before making my move. But she saw through the ruse, and after several minutes gripped my wrists and pulled me off the divan to my feet. “Don’t try to play possum with me, baby,” she warned me. “I know how long it takes for the feeling to come back.” I stood up as straight as I could and glared up at her lovely face, now almost a foot above my own. “All right, Amalie,” I retorted, “let’s understand each other right now! I don’t know what you’re trying to do to me, but it won’t work. I’m getting dressed and I’m leaving here right now!” She pursed her lips. “Really? And how do you propose to do that?” I looked around for my clothes. They were gone. “All right,” I snarled. “Where are they?” “I put them away. You won’t be needing them for a while.” “Dammit!” My voice was tight from the helpless fury I felt. “I want those clothes. Now, tell me where they are or I’ll… I’l- l…” She grinned. “You’ll what?” I gritted my teeth. “Amalie,” I said hoarsely, “I’ve never hit a woman in my life, but so help me…” Her grin widened, and she said, “I wouldn’t advise you to try to hit this woman, baby. Have you forgotten already how easily I handled you a few minutes ago? I could break you in two if I wanted. You’re like a child compared to me. I can do anything with your soft, little body I want to.” “Oh?” I snarled. “Well, we’ll see about that!” And with that, I swung a roundhouse right straight up at her jaw. Her left hand came up sharply and caught my fist in midswing, stopping it so abruptly I was jarred to my toes. Instantly, her long fingers closed over my fist and tightened, crushing my coiled fingers into my palm. My fury turned to sudden fear as I tried to yank my hand away, but her grip was too tight, and then agonizing pain from the pressure of her fingers went coursing down my arm to my shoulder. In desperation, I grabbed at her fingers with my free hand, trying vainly to dislodge them, but they were like steel bands slowly crushing my fist into a useless ball. I looked up at her pleadingly as, a smile decorating her lovely face and her free hand resting casually on her hip, she gazed down at me with amused contempt. “I warned you,” she said simply and tightened her grip on my fist even more, simultaneously bending it backward and down so that slowly, inexorably I was forced to my knees in front of her. “Now, baby,” she said softly, “you’re where you belong, kneeling before me, worshipping at my feet, paying homage to the woman who before this night is over will own you, body and soul. Now is when your training starts, baby. And I will start by teaching you what it will cost you every time you try to rebel against my authority. For your first lesson, you will get a taste of my feminine superiority by giving me the ‘kiss of submission’.” I barely heard her words. I was writhing in agony from her grip on my fist and the way she had my arm bent back over my shoulder, and my head was swimming. Dimly I was aware that she had stepped forward, straddling my body with her long slim legs, and then her free hand gripped my hair and forced my head back so that I was looking up under her short skirt into the kinky bush of her womanhood. I gasped as, through the pain, I realized what she was about to make me do, and inwardly I cringed, my stomach curdling at the thought. Suddenly the pressure on my fist was released and my hand freed to drop and hang lifelessly at my side, my entire arm numbed from the pain she had inflicted on it, and she was moving forward again, this time to lock her thighs around my neck and force me backward and off balance. I felt a sharp pain in both my ankles and realized that she had trapped them between the heel and instep of her high heeled boots. I was completely helpless as my face, with my head now held in both her hands, was slowly and inexorably forced up into her bush. The next several minutes were sickening, as she vigorously massaged herself with my face, ramming my nose and mouth into the suddenly swollen lips of her womanhood. I could hear her gasp and moan with pleasure, and then the womansmell of her desire enveloped me. I tried to raise my useless right hand to resist, but the prickling sensations in my arm told me it was only just beginning to come back to life. My left arm was wrapped around her right thigh, straining vainly to relieve the pressure on my neck, but she ignored it and continued her ritual masturbation with my face. I was struggling to breathe. My nose was completely blocked, and I dared not open my mouth, for her juices were beginning to flow as she reached one plateau of pleasure after another in her ascent to her final orgasm, and only by tucking my lower lip up into the roof of my mouth and sucking air in under my upper teeth was I able to breathe at all and still keep her juices out of my mouth. And then her entire body erupted in a writhing explosion of ecstacy that threatened to twist my neck off my shoulders, and my face was flooded with sticky goo. Dimly I heard a moan that rose in pitch to become a scream of delight as she reached her climax and then stepped away to let me collapse in a heap on the floor. Instinctively I rolled over on my stomach, nauseous from the ordeal and trying to wipe her juices off my face on the heavy carpet. Then I felt a hand take my shoulder, and I was forced over onto my back, and a damp towel gently wiped my face clean. I opened my eyes to see her take both my wrists and force them together behind my head, where she could secure them in the grip of a single hand, and then her other hand was sliding under the small of my back. I still have trouble believing what happened next. I felt the pressure of her hand under my back suddenly increase, and then I was being lifted bodily off the floor as, with a single, fluid motion she stood up to raise me and hold me with her single arm fully extended, high over her head, my face inches from the high ceiling, both my wrists still imprisoned in her single hand for balance. “Ta da!” she proclaimed. “To the victor belongs the spoils. And you, baby are the spoils. Now that you’ve learned how I take pleasure from puny little men who think they can resist me, it’s time for your second lesson–a little demonstration of the kind of punishment you’ll get every time you get out of line!” Still holding me high over her head, she carried me across the room to a stool and sat down on it, lowering me slowly until I was lying across her thighs. Then I felt her hands around my waist and I was being lifted again and turned over to lie face down over one thigh while the other locked my own legs firmly in place. Again my wrists were gripped by a single hand, and my hands forced backward over my head. Only then did I realize what she was going to do to me. She was going to spank me! A grown man, she was going to spank my bottom like I was a naughty child! “Amalie!” I gasped. “No! Not that! You can’t do that to me!” She chuckled. “I can’t? Who’s gonna stop me? Not you, certainly.” Her hand came down across my bare buttocks with a force that sent searing pain shooting through my body. I screamed and writhed furiously to escape the vise of her grip, but my thighs were locked between hers and my wrists imprisoned behind my neck, and I was helpless. Again and again her hand descended on my unprotected bottom, and with each blow my body was enveloped in a mind numbing agony until my head was reeling and I could only lay limply across her lap, sobbing uncontrollably. Only then did she stop. I felt her hands around my waist, lifting me and turning me over on her lap, and then her arms slid underneath me, and she stood up, lifting me with her and cradling me in her arms like a small child as my body shook with unrestrained grief. Then she began to rock me gently in her arms, cooing to me as if I were a baby. “Did the big, strong man get his bottom spanked like the naughty boy he really is? And by a girl, besides! Did that mean, ol’ Amalie make her big, strong man cry? What a poor, helpless, li’l baby you are! There, there, li’l baby, snuggle up to Amalie, rest your li’l head on Amalie’s shoulder and cry your pore, li’l heart out, baby, while Amalie rocks you and makes your soft, while li’l bottom all better. Don’t you like being cuddled in Amalie’s arms? Sure, you do! I’ll bet you never realized before that a girl could pick up and spank a grown man, but now you do, don’t you, li’l sweetums?” Her cooing taunts, rather than calming me, had just the opposite effect. Something snapped in my mind. I heard myself scream, and then I was writhing and twisting in fury, trying futilly to escape the vise of her arms. I heard her laugh, and then my arms were pinioned to my sides and my legs locked together as she held me, scarcely noticing my efforts, and continued to tease me until I was completely exhausted and lay sobbing limply in her arms. “Aw, what’s the matter, li’l baby? Don’t you like being carried around in Amalie’s arms? Go ahead, baby, give it all you’ve got! Is that the best you can do? Maybe Amalie should tickle you to make you struggle harder! Why, if I wasn’t looking at you I’d barely know you were struggling at all!” When I could struggle no more, she shifted her arms, lowering me until my head was tucked against her shoulder, and looked down into my eyes. “Satisfied, now, lover?” she smiled, and then lowered her head to capture my mouth with her own in a crushing french kiss. I tried to squirm away, but her upper arm held my head in place, and the pressure of her kiss prevented me from turning it. Then I felt her shift her grip on my legs, tucking them under her armpit and leaving her hand free to wander over my lower body, gently massaging my blistered rear. To my amazement, held helpless in her arms, her tongue exploring the inside of my captive mouth at will, I began to feel the faint stirrings of desire. Almost without thinking, my arms, which were now free, crept up around her neck and back in abject surrender to her embrace, and in response her arm tightened around my chest with rib cracking force. “You belong to me, now,” she whispered. “You’re mine, to do with as I wish. Say it!” “Amalie, I–” “Say it!” she demanded. “Say those words to me now, or I’ll put you over my lap and spank you again, sore as you are!” I lowered my eyes, knowing I had no choice. “I belong to you,” I said softly. “I’m yours, to do with as you wish.” Her arms tightened around me even more, so that I could hardly breathe. “Now,” she replied triumphantly, “you are truly mine, and everything you have will be mine, too. I’m going to marry you, and you are going to sign over everything you own to me. I will control everything in our marriage, even your body, and eventually even your mind. Now, I’m going to give you lesson number three– I’m going to show you how good being subject to me can be. I’m going to make love to you, and you are going to experience ecstacy like you have never known before!” Still holding me cradled in her arms, she carried me into her bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Stripping off her brief outfit, she threw herself down on top of me, her hard, slender body and her small, firm breasts pressing me into the bed as she covered my face and body with her lips, passionately kissing and biting me while her hands probed, squeezed and fondled me intimately. The desire that I had begun to feel as I was held in her arms now exploded within me, and my penis grew stiff and hard with a throbbing erection. Suddenly, I no longer cared about being so easily overpowered, spanked and carried about by this slender, lovely girl. All I wanted was for her to take me inside her and make me a part of her, and when she finally did I thought I was going to climax right then and there. But somehow she held me back, controlling my body with her hands in a way I still don’t understand while she enveloped me with her own magnificent body, working herself up and down on my rigid shaft through each plateau of pleasure until the eruption of her final orgasm. Only then did she let me come, her gasping scream of “Now!” somehow acting as a trigger as her convulsing womanhood caressed my penis and carryed me upward with her on wave after wave of incredible ecstacy that lasted a seeming eternity. When it was finally over, my body felt completely drained, and I could only lay prostrate beneath her while she continued to work me, extracting the last bits of pleasure from me. For the remainder of that evening she continued to use my body, to play with me as though I were her personal toy, to demonstrate how helpless I was against her. The strength of her slender, shapely body was unbelievable, and I slowly came to realize that I was like a baby compared to her, that she could do anything with me she chose, and I was absolutely powerless to stop her. As her first demonstration, after I had recovered from her lovemaking and she had replaced her brassiere and panties, she simply picked my naked body up under one arm, tucking me securely under her armpit with my face to her rear, and proceded to tickle my ribs unmercifully. As I screamed with laughter and thrashed about helplessly in her grip, she ignored me and actually stifled a yawn with her free hand, giving me a sharp slap on my already blistered rear and letting me drop to the floor only after I was again exhausted. Then, after letting me recover for several minutes, she reached down and, placing her hands around my waist, effortlessly lifted me off the floor and stood me on my feet in front of her. Holding up both hands in front of my face, she said quietly, “Look at my hands, baby. They can control you, make you want me or fear me as I choose. They can crush your, soft, white, li’l body like I did to your hand a while ago, or they can administer pleasure or pain with equal ease without damaging you in any way. How? Here, I’ll show you.” I felt her hands on my body, gently probing, and then my mind exploded in a blinding flash of momentary pain that coursed from my right side through the rest of my body like a white hot poker. I heard myself scream and felt my legs buckle, but she held me up and continued to probe me until another stab of incredible agony, this time from my left side, doubled me over. My torment ended with a third and final stab from the back of my neck that numbed my entire body and left me hanging limply in her hands, held erect only by the pressure of her fingers around my waist. “Nerve centers, baby,” I dimly heard her tell me. “Just the right kind of pressure, and the pain is excruciating. They’re all over your helpless, li’l body, and I know them all.” My mind was reeling. “Amalie,” I begged, “please. No more.” She gave a low laugh. “Oh, there’s lots more to come, baby. I’m not half finished with you yet, but I think you’ll find the next part a little more enjoyable.” Still holding me erect, her hands again began to probe my body, stroking and fondling me until, to my amazement, pangs of sexual desire began to course through my loins. As my penis stiffened, she bent down and gripped it firmly with one hand, pressing down on its tip with her thumb until it collapsed, and then slid her hand between my thighs to encompass my crotch. I still have trouble believing what happened next. I felt pressure on my crotch and then I was lifted bodily off the floor, my entire weight held securely in the palm of her single hand, and tilted backward as she put her other hand behind my neck for balance. My jaw dropped in abject amazement at this demonstration of her unbelievable strength, and then, as she gazed down at me with placid amusement, I felt her hand tighten imperceptably around my testicles, and my body stiffened in sudden fear. “Have any idea what I could do to you now, baby, if I wanted?” she chuckled. “My God, Amalie!” I blubbered. “Please! Don’t! Not that!” With a low laugh, she relaxed her grip and began to massage me gently, again awakening pangs of sexual desire within me. My penis stiffened against the pressure of her palm, and within minutes, held helpless off the floor in the palm of her hand, I was a writhing mass of ecstacy and desire. Still holding me in front of her, my weight resting in the palm of her single hand, she carried me back into her bedroom and laid me down on the bed, holding me there with a hand on my chest while she continued to massage me, bringing me right to the point of orgasm before shutting me off by pressing her thumb down hard on the tip of my penis. Then she laid down next to me, wrapped her strong thighs around my knees and imprisoned both my wrists back over my head in the grip of a single, slim hand. As her free hand again encompassed my crotch, she lowered her head to capture my lips in a crushing french kiss. “Now, baby doll,” she murmured, “Amalie’s gonna have some fun with you. I’m gonna play with my little love toy.” I had no chance to reply. For the next half hour I was subjected to the most exquisite, erotic torture I have ever known. Her free hand wandered over my body at will, alternately tickling, poking, pinching and fondling me as I writhed and twisted helpless- ly in her steel grip. One moment I would be cringing and screaming in laughter from fingers probing delicately at my tender armpits and ribs, the next thrashing about in helpless futility as those same fingers poked and screwed into my navel, goosed my bottom and pinched my buttocks and the nipples of my chest only to stiffen into a raging desire as she fondled and massaged me intimately and covered my defenseless body with love bites and kisses. I lost count of how many times she repeated that cycle. I only knew that after a while I was barely conscious of the gentle violence she was doing to me and that she was in complete control, able to do whatever she wanted with me and force my body to respond in any way she wished. Even when she finally released me, removed her panties and rolled over on top of me to take my erect penis inside her, I felt almost nothing until my mind exploded into a crashing orgasm that enveloped my body and carried me for a seeming eternity to unbelievable heights of ecstacy. That was too much for me. I fainted, remembering nothing until I woke up the next morning to see her leaning over me grinning, her right hand firmly encompassing my crotch. “Wha–what happened?” I mumbled groggily. She chuckled. “You passed out on me, baby,” she told me. “I must say I was a little put out with you for doing that, but I figured you needed the break–after all, it was your first experience with me. For the future, however, we’re going to have to work on your endurance. Can’t have you fainting on me before I’m finished with you, can we?” I cringed. “My God, Amalie,” I whispered, “you’re not going to do that to me again, are you?” She nuzzled my cheek. “Honeybuns,” she replied softly, “I’m gonna do whatever I want to with you whenever I want to do it for the rest of your life, and there’s not a damn thing you’re gonna be able to do about it, ’cause you’re my soft, li’l, white slave boy, and I’m your big, strong, black Mistress who can wipe up the floor with you any time she feels the urge. Right, baby? Got the picture now? Knowing she was right, I could only close my eyes and nod submissively. “Good! A few days later we were married in a small, private, specially designed ceremony before a black justice of the peace she knew, attended by a few of her friends who shared her views on the inferiority of men, during which I was forced to kneel before her and promise to be her husband and slave forever. When we were pronounced mistress and slave and I was instructed to give my mistress the “kiss of submission”, she stood over me while I raised my lips under her skirt to bury them in her bush and work her womanhood until she orgasmed. Then, taking me by the back of my neck and my buttocks, she lifted me high over her head, turned to face her friends and proclaimed, “This man is now mine forever!” Then, lowering me to cradle me in her slim, strong arms, she carried me out of the small chapel to her car and drove to our reception at her home, where for the rest of the day I was forced to serve her and her friends and to endure all kinds of indignities at their hands. But that night, after everyone had left, she carried me to bed and consumated our marriage in a way that I’ll never forget. It has now been over five years since that fateful week, and I have fully adjusted to being Amalie’s slave-husband, and am hopelessly in love with her. She is not a cruel mistress unless I get out of line, and even then the worst I have to endure is a sound spanking, but she does go out of her way to continually demonstrate my physical and intellectual inferiority to her, both privately and in public. Often when we go to costume parties she will dress as an Amazon warrior and will force me to wear a short tunic and a sign proclaiming me as a slave she has captured in battle, complete with collar and chain by which she can lead me around at her pleasure. And when we are alone she is constantly overpowering me in some way, sometimes using only one hand to more fully demonstrate how helpless I am against her, or picking me up and tickling or fondling me while she laughs at my puny efforts at resistance. Surprisingly, I have come to love these sessions, for the feeling of utter helplessness in her hands invariably arouses me to the peak of sexual desire, and with it the realization that, since she is my superior in every way, I should be grateful to serve as the slave and love toy of My Black Mistress.

Queens of pain and pleasures

     I thought it would be a dream come true to be ship wrecked on an island with a beautiful woman. Then it happened to me and it was an experience that was unbelievable. It for sure changed many of my ideas about the roles of men and women. Brigette was her name and power was her game. She is making me write this story.

     My meeting her was in itself an unusual situation in that I had chartered a boat to go deep sea fishing and Brigette was the captain. When I had approached her and had asked where the captain was and she had told me she was I was shocked and the look on my face told her that. She had smiled and had said, ” Are you surprised ? I’m the best there is and I’ll take you all day for what anyone else will charge you for a half day trip just to prove it to you. ” I had agreed and off we went. Nothing exceptional happened for awhile; then we stopped and she set the gear up for me to fish some. The bait had barely gotten in the water when I felt a tremendous strike and the next few minutes are still a blur. Brigette was yelling orders on how to hook the fish and I was putting all of my strength into pulling back and reeling in. But, I was worn out after about five minutes. Brigette took the rod and we changed places. She worked that fish with ease and after about an hour she was sweating and the fish was ours. He was a 250 lb. sail fish.

     I looked at this beautiful woman who had just done what I had failed to do with new respect. Before I said anything Brigette smiled and winked and then said, ” Whew, I feel great. That kind of a work out is what I love. I can feel my muscles all tight and I feel so powerful. How do you feel ? ” I said that I felt just fine. Then she winked and smiled and me and said, ” I was just wondering how you felt after a woman out muscled you and that little fish. I noticed that your eyes were getting big as you watched my muscles flex while I fought the fish. They are pretty pumped up now would you like to feel them ? ” She flexed her arm and I put my hand on the huge biceps. It was like a rock that had been covered with soft skin. She relaxed and with my hand still on her arm she flexed it again so I felt the difference. I was speechless.

     We were moving to a different spot when a violent storm hit us. Brigette did all she could to get us out of the rough seas; but, it was to no avail. We were hit by a huge wave that tossed the boat around like it was a toy. The last thing I remember was flying through the air. Then I felt something tugging at my neck; it was Brigette putting me on a piece of drift wood. The storm had passed and we were floating around.

     Brigette said she knew of a deserted island and we should try to swim there until a rescue party could come and find us. We made it to the island; I was so exhausted that I couldn’t do anything but drag myself up onto the beach.

     Brigette came over and leaned over me, ” What’s the matter, are you tired ? We need to get some sort of a shelter built before night fall so get up and act like a man. ” I was too tired to move so she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me to my feet. I stood there on wobbly legs looking up at this beautiful amazon. She leaned down and draped me over her shoulders and carried me off of the beach. When we reached the edge of the jungle like area she dumped me on the ground. I looked up at her in shock; as she leaned forward my eyes were drawn to her cleavage. ” Look, you little wimp, when I give you an order I expect you to carry it out immediately. I can see that you need a demonstration of my total power over you. So, before we begin to build the shelter we are going to take a few minutes for me to give you a little sample of what I can do to you. Now, stand up here.” I was reeling from her confidence and her words; I stood up and she grabbed me in a bear hug. She lifted me off the ground and crushed me until I thought I was going to pass out. I started going limp and I could feel the power being drained out of my body. ” This is going to take less time than I thought. I’ll bet I could finish you off right now. But I want you to also feel the power of my long legs as I wrap them around that skinny neck of yours. ” Brigette dropped me in a heap at her feet and let me recover for a few minutes. Then she straddled my body and almost gently raised me by my shirt until my head was positioned between her thighs with my face looking up into her face. She once again smiled and said, ” Now, baby you are going to get a quick introduction to some real pain and power. There has never been anyone who I haven’t made to submit or knocked them out with my legs. Are you ready ? ” Before I could say anything she slowly tightened her thighs. She placed my hands on her thighs and flexed. I couldn’t believe that such long, beautiful legs could be so powerful. I was going out again; but Brigette wanted to prolong this just a little so she eased up and let me rest for a minute or two. Then WHAM ! The flex again and this time I felt her inner thigh muscles start to close into my neck. The look of panic and terror on my face had Brigette laughing as she slammed another awesome burst of muscle into my neck and I began to see stars, then blackness.

     When I came to Brigette walked over to me and flexed her arm and leg muscles, then she began to feel her own powerful muscles as she said, ” Now, that was fun wasn’t it ? And we are going to get to have a much longer session later. My muscles like to crush men into jelly then I devour them sexually. You are in for an experience you won’t ever forget little man. I am your superior in every way and before we leave this island you will never look at women in the same way. Get up and go find me some sticks and wood and I’ll build us a shelter. ” Brigette got her wood and we worked in silence for the next couple of hours building a shelter and gathering firewood, etc. We went fishing and caught our dinner.

     After Dinner Brigette told me to come over and sit beside her and tell her how it felt to be so weak compared to her. I tried to describe it to her so she could understand, but how do you tell someone that it is both terrifying and exciting at the same time ? Then she stood up and told me to do the same and I did. Her next comment almost stopped my heart; ” We are going to do a little boxing. I like this best of all to train my men. I”m going to cut you to ribbons then I’m going to knock you out. I hope you can defend yourself so that this will last for a little while.” I had never boxed before, so she slaughtered me. I was out on my feet from the first punch. Brigette later told me that she had knocked me all around the camp until she finally backed me against a tree and then battered me a little before finishing me off. When I came to I felt like a truck had hit me. Brigette had leaned me against the tree in a sitting position. As she approached my eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. She was wearing her shorts and nothing else. ” Do you like what you see weakling ? I told you I was too much woman for you and now we move on to the next lesson. I’m going to whip your little ass using only these 40D tits of mine. You are going down for the count again with these babies wrapped around your head.” She knelt down and put one leg an each side of my body, pinning my hands to my sides. Then she swung her tits from right to left slamming them into my face. Then back the other way. After several of these “punches” she told me “try to do something to stop me you little wimp. I’m going to release your hands. I’m going to knock you out with these big tits until I’m ready to stop. ” But I was helpless. After she had knocked me out with them twice she asked, ” Are you ready to turn in for the night or do you want to continue your training session ? ” I told her I had had enough. Brigette gently kissed me on the lips and then really put some fire into the kiss. I could feel myself respond when she slammed her tits into my face.

     ” This is my boob smother hold. Feel those big tits surround your face ? Now feel my legs. That’s a boy, now the arms. Try to hold on as long as you can little man and you can run your hands any where you like and get all of your fantasies met. ” I was like a dying man trying everything I could to get a breath, but she was too strong and I went down into the pit of unconsciousness.

     The next morning I was laying beside her and I felt sore all over. I was trying to get up when she reached over and grabbed my arm. She pulled me down and whispered into my ear, ” I haven’t told you to move yet my little slave. You don’t do anything unless I tell you. I like to have my muscles felt, and greeted with a kiss each morning. Lets’ start with Ms. Biceps. If you do a good job I’ll take it easy on you today. ” It was unbelievable, here I was afraid of the physical strength of this woman and I was kissing her strong muscles and saying good morning to them.

     When I got to her legs as I kissed her thigh she brought her other leg over and scissored my neck in a choking neck scissors. A little burst of power and I was coughing and gasping for breath. ” I just couldn’t resist. I can take you out of this world just that easily, any time I want to. Now continue waking up these muscles of mine. Pay special attention to my calves ’cause I think we’ll do some calf work this morning. ” She stood up as I was getting to her calves and told me to put my neck between her calves. Then she scissored my neck and began to do toe raises. ” Count for me, slave, lets see how long you last. ” I counted to 200 then I passed out. ” You went out on me so soon, little one. I did another 300 with your pathetic little body just dangling limply between my legs. Now crawl over here and feel my pumped up legs. ” They were unbelievable. I was not even close to being in her class in the strength department.

     After she allowed me to rest for about 30 minutes she made me crawl behind her down to the beach. ” Lay down there and rest while I do some pushups. I want you to count for me; but first I want you to guess how many I can do. If you guess exactly how many I can do then you can have the day off; if you don’t then we are going to do some arm and leg ‘work’. ” I knew that she would never let me win. I guessed 100. I was right she easily did 125. She came over and I kneeled in front of this beautiful amazon; trembling from fear of her great strength.

     She pulled me to my feet with my hair and then she said; ” I’m going to tell you now what the schedule for the day is going to be. I’m going back to camp; I want you to catch some fish and then clean and cook them for us. After we eat we are going to spend some time wrestling. The best three out of five. Then we are going to box some. After I beat you up boxing you won’t be able to do anything for a day or two.

Queens of pain and pleasures

     As I rolled over on my knees to get up, Trisha slid her arm completely through and out the top of my shorts. Her long arm circled my waist as she picked me up off the ground. She held me tightly to her hip, carrying me towards the shallow end of the pool, tucked under her one arm. I felt like a piece of luggage, and now fully understood how she easily carried the heavily loaded suitcases into the house. Her arms and sholders had become tremendously strong, she easily carried my 143 lbs. into the water and as I started to swim away she scooped me up into her arm and cradled me like a baby.

     Holding me on top of the water in her arms, she began kissing me all over my chest and stomach. When the water was deep enough, she released my legs and placed her hands under my armpits and held me at arms length in front of her. I felt so helpless as I dangled in her grip, unable to touch the bottom or escape. She smiled at my puzzled look and said “You know it always turned me on when I could get you in the water like this and under my control. The only difference is now I can really take advantage of the situation. You look so helpless and feel so light I just want to pick you up and hold you and kiss you all over.”

     The water level was about even with Trisha’s sholders, and where she held me it was even deeper. I don’t know the actual effect of boyancy on one’s body weight, but in this case, Trisha was able to lift me out of the water and hold me at various heights over her head while she kissed and sucked on my chest and stomach. She repeated this motion maybe five or six times, I’m really not sure how many since I was delirious with excitement and moaning with pleasure the whole time. She would hold me like that for as long as she could, which was actually a long time since she was so damn strong, and then lower me under water till I touched botton and lift me back up again, continuing to kiss and mouth me all over. On the final lift, she raised me up so high she was able to clamp her lips tightly on my protruding knob, I was so startled and excited with pleasure that I grabbed her head and held her tight. This caused us to loose our balance and we tumbled forward into the deep water. She never let go with her lips, and wrapped her arms around my ass and held me tight as we sank to the bottom. The sensation was absolutely wonderful but I quickly ran out of air and struggled to get loose to surface.

     I thought I was going to drown and began to thrash about while gasping in the much needed oxygen. Trisha came up out of the water from underneath me, picking me up and carrying me on her sholder again. As I began to catch my breath, she held my head and sholders above the water level, with one arm wrapped around my waist holding me close while using her free hand to play with my hardon. By now my shorts were down around my knees and Trisha took hold of my ass cheeks with both hands and lifted me off the pool floor and clamped my erection between her big solid thighs. Treating me like a human dildo, she used me to fuck her tightly clenched thighs, lifting me up and down and in and out till I came like never before in my life. She held me so long and tight after I came that when she finally released me, my dick was just a shriveled up little weenier and I felt totally exhausted.

     She tossed me back over her shoulder and carried me back to my house. As we entered through the basement-wreckroom door, Pam and Brian were sitting there wondering what the hell had happened. Trisha just laughed and said “we had a 10 lap race and John hit his head on the pool wall trying to do a speed turn, he would have lost anyway. I carried him all the back just to prove I could.”

     They both laughed, then Pam said “oh we thought maybe Trisha flattened you in a wrestling match or something, like she does Brian all the time, isn’t that right Brian?” All Brian said was “yeah well, you don’t know how strong Trisha’s legs are John, just wait till she gets a hold of you and you’ll see what I mean.” Then Pam jumped in again “yeah Trisha, we want to see you wrestle John, I want to see you crush him like you do Brian, come on.”

     Trisha laughed, saying “Oh I think John has a pretty good idea of how strong I am now, but we are going to wrestle later aren’t we John?”

     to be continued

Face sitting bitches and helpless slave.

     Tanya had been co-proprietor of the fighting pit in Gwychaver for several months. Trask, her partner, was honest in dealing with her (as well he might be, considering her enormous strength) and she was living well. The business at the pit was booming thanks to her prowess and curiosity of people at watching her fight men in the pit. Tanya took on all comers, with any weapon the challengers wished to use, and she had not been injured in over seventy matches. Wagering was brisk, and there were seldom less than six matches a night.

     Tanya limited herself to one match a night, and seldom more than five a week. She knew that the life of a pit fighter was short, and she had no wish to end her career prematurely.

     Tanya walked down the street to the building housing the pit slowly and proudly, aware of the many eyes watching and the people whispering. Her red cloak concealed an imposing physique, but could not hide her height of six feet three inches. Her long auburn hair was brushed straight back and tied at the back of her head, then fell in a ponytail to the small of her back. As the wind lifted the cloak it revealed her massively muscled arms. The people in the street all gave her a wide berth as she passed.

     Tanya entered the building containing the pit and walked over to Trask, whom she towered over by a head. “How does it look for tonight?” she asked.

     “Six bouts, if you accept the challenge of this one,” he answered. He pointed at a name on the paper. “His owner says he wants to show everyone that a man can always beat a woman.”

     Tanya chuckled and said, “Really? I guess we’ll have to tell that to the men I’ve done for.” She took a look at the name. “Fergus. Irish?” Trask nodded. “How big is he?”

     “About six foot six, maybe two hundred and forty pounds. Says he wants to beat you with his bare hands.”

     Tanya snorted. “Fine with me. It always humiliates the owners more when their fighters lose to a woman without weapons.”

     Tanya went to her room in the back of the building to wait until her time.

     The first five matches lasted almost two hours. The action was lively and the fighting fierce. The crowd was in a raucous mood when Trask stepped out to announce the last fight of the night.

     “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the sixth and last match of the evening’s entertainment. This will be a match without weapons. Entering first, the challenger, six feet five and one half inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty-two pounds, Fergus!” Fergus was led to the pit by his owner, a tall, skinny man. Fergus wore only a breechcloth of black leather. He was powerfully built, with no fat and rippling muscles. There was a scattering of boos from the spectators. Tanya was a popular champion.

     “And now entering the pit, the champion. She stands six feet three inches tall and weighs two hundred and seven pounds. Here is Tanya!”

     The big redhead entered the pit to the cheers of the crowd, to which she took no notice. As she removed her red cloak to reveal her bronzed, brawny body, the onlookers gasped. Although they had seen her many times before, the sight of her powerful form always brought on this reaction. The sweat from the exercises Tanya had been doing in preparation for the fight glistened on her body, highlighting her muscularity. Her long auburn hair was carefully braided and wrapped in a tight bun on the top of her head. Tanya smiled, gratified by the crowd’s response. She hung her cloak carefully on the wall of the pit and turned to face Fergus.

     The crowd was busy placing wagers on the match. Most of the bettors favored Tanya, though the bookmakers were giving good odds on Fergus. Some people in the throng had arrived with Fergus and his owner, and placed several bets on him.

     Tanya studied Fergus carefully. He appeared young, perhaps twenty summers, and had few of the scars which were usual with pit fighters. She thought that he might be inexperienced and planned her assault accordingly.

     At last the wagers had all been placed and Trask rang the gong as a signal to begin. Tanya and Fergus began circling each other, looking for a weakness, in what was known as the circle of death. Each feinted several times, trying to draw the other warrior into a mistake. Tanya began to change her evaluation of the younger man in the pit with her. Though he lacked the scars of an experienced fighter, the scars she bore proudly, he seemed to know what he was doing. Fergus appeared confident as he circled to his right.

     “Hmmm, probably right-handed,” thought Tanya. She had trained with both hands equally and was proficient with either. Slowly the distance between them closed until little more than an arm span separated the two warriors.

     Fergus made the first attack, quickly somersaulting forward and trying to grab Tanya in a bear hug. The big woman backed swiftly out of Fergus’ reach, then leaped forward with a kick, trying to catch Fergus before he had regained his feet. Fergus was upright and moving to his right before she could deliver the blow, however, and her foot met nothing but air. Tanya spun to her right, turning completely around until she faced Fergus again. She smiled and nodded, acknowledging his skill. Again the two began the circle of death.

     This time it was Tanya who made her move first. Rolling to her left, she regained her feet and drove a kick at Fergus’ ribs. He was able to roll with the blow and the kick did no real damage. Before Tanya could regain her stance Fergus dove at her legs. His considerable weight crashed into Tanya’s leg just below the knees. Tanya had seen the move coming and leaped over it just as Fergus crashed into her. She allowed her momentum to carry into a forward roll, and she tumbled across the pit and regained her feet with half the pit between herself and her opponent.

     “That was pretty agile for a big guy,” she thought. “I’d better damage him a bit to slow him down.”

     The two combatants continued to circle each other. The onlookers were getting impatient for Tanya and Fergus to hook up and fight, and a few catcalls were heard. Both fighters ignored them, each respecting the others’ abilities. Both Tanya and Fergus knew that one mistake could cost them the fight, and their lives.

     Once again the distance between the two fighters closed. Tanya watched Fergus carefully, looking for any telltale movement that indicated he was about to attack. She noticed his eyes flick quickly to his left, and was ready for him when he spun that way and tried to deliver a kick. She moved inside his swinging foot and caught his brawny leg in her powerful arms. Tanya kept a tight grip on his leg and delivered her own kick to the inside of Fergus’ right knee. A gasp escaped Fergus’ lips as Tanya’s foot, impelled by her prodigious leg muscles, struck him with the force of a sledgehammer. His knee buckled outward, the ligaments holding it together stretching until they snapped. With one leg in Tanya’s mighty arms and the other unable to hold his weight, Fergus crashed to the sandy floor of the pit. Tanya held on to his left leg as he hit the floor. With amazing speed, she stretched his captive leg out as far as it would go above his head, then jumped in the air and dropped her knee into the inside of his left knee, driving it into the unyielding ground.

     Fergus was in agony as his left knee was driven into the ground, caught between the dirt and Tanya’s two hundred seven pounds. Tanya released his leg and rolled free, as she knew that Fergus could still do some damage with his powerful arms. She knew that Fergus’ legs were damaged, but she wasn’t certain how badly. She got to her feet facing Fergus, who lay on the ground clutching at his knees. The right knee was swollen badly, and the left was already discoloring. A cruel smile fleetingly appeared on her lips when she realized that Fergus was nearly immobile, and therefore helpless to escape her attack.

     Fergus’ owner, an emaciated, sallow faced man, screamed at him to get up and defend himself. Fergus tried to climb to his feet. When Tanya walked over to him slowly and deliberately kicked him again in the right knee, Fergus bellowed in pain and collapsed again. Tanya moved behind her big opponent and locked her arms around his massive chest. She picked the bigger man up and held him tightly against her, then began to squeeze. Fergus’ arms were pinned to his sides, and he tried to use them to break her bear hug. Tanya’s huge arms swelled with the effort of keeping Fergus captive. Sweat ran down her face, and as she tightened her grip even more Fergus found that he couldn’t breathe. Tanya crushed Fergus, her prodigous arms and massive chest forming a circle of pain that he couldn’t withstand. He went limp in her deadly embrace.

     Tanya felt all resistance leave Fergus’ body. She decided to put on a demonstration of her power. Releasing her grip, she allowed Fergus’ weakened form slip from between her arms and slump to the ground. She bent over him and lightly slapped his face, trying to bring him around. Smack! Smack! The sounds echoed through the building. As Fergus shook his head, she stepped back and waited for him to return to semi-consciousness.

     Fergus became dimly aware that he was laying on the floor of the pit. His knees hurt fiercely, and his chest ached. His vision was still fuzzy, but he could see Tanya standing before him, her arms akimbo. Sweat ran down her face and dripped onto her chest, running down the channel between her small breasts. It glistened on her body, highlighting her powerful muscles. Tanya smiled cruelly and gestured at Fergus to get up. He tried, but his legs could not hold his weight. Tanya walked over to him and offered him her hand. Without thinking, Fergus took it. Tanya gave a mighty heave and pulled Fergus up and lifted him on her shoulders. She used him as a weight, doing deep squats easily.

     Fergus was too hurt, dazed, and terrified to try to fight any more. Tanya began to spin, turning in a tight circle. Fergus got dizzier and dizzier, almost losing consciousness again. “Ready to fly, big man?” asked Tanya. Without waiting for an answer she stopped spinning and threw Fergus across the pit. He hit the floor hard and rolled until he crashed into one of the walls. Tanya slowly walked over to confront the Irishman again, the torchlight gleaming on her sinewy body. She wrapped one huge hand in his long hair and pulled him to his feet, then released him. Fergus almost fell, despite using the wall for support. Tanya began to use his body as a punching bag, driving powerful punches into his unprotected belly. His belly on fire, Fergus slumped to the ground again.

     Tanya bent down and grabbed him under his arms. “Upsy-daisy,” she said as she heaved him back upright. Bending her knees slightly, Tanya’s used her powerful arms to encircle Fergus’ body just beneath the ribs, once again locking his arms to his sides. When she straightened up Fergus was lifted off his feet. The air left Fergus’ lungs in a rush when Tanya constricted her grip even more. Her mighty muscles stood out as if carved from granite as she again crushed Fergus’ once proud body. Fergus felt as if his body was being cut in half, pressed between the iron jaws of her arms and her rock like chest. One of his ribs broke with an audible snap, and blood flecked his lips from a punctured lung. Tanya knew that Fergus was finished, but she wanted to leave the crowd with something to talk about. She carried him around the arena, letting all the spectators get a good look. Tanya carried fergus around as if he were a baby, not a man outweighing here by over thirty pounds.

     Tanya finally released Fergus body, which crumbled bonelessly to the floor. She turned to the crowd and posed, flaunting her powerful body for all to see. As she flexed her arms, her biceps grew until they looked boulders, both in size and hardness. When she was satisified with their awestruck reaction, she turned back to the limp form of her opponent. Lifting his head and upper body up, she sat on the floor of the pit behind him, with her treetrunk-like legs loosely encircling his torso. Some of the fans in the building started up the chant, “Deathgrip! Deathgrip! DEATHGRIP! DEATHGRIP! DEATHGRIP!” They knew that this was her finishing move. Warriors who had escaped from her bear hug and body scissors had been unable to get out of this hold, even if they had not been badly hurt. Tanya locked her right arm under Fergus’ chin, fitting the chin into the crook of her elbow. Tightening her legs to hold him firmly, she brought her right hand up to lock on her left bicep. Tanya then placed her left hand behind his head. She slowly twisted Fergus’ head to the left, at the same time straightening her back to stretch his spine taut. When she felt his neck stretch slightly, she suddenly twisted his head the other way while she heaved up and back with her right arm.

     With a Snap! Pop! Fergus’ neck broke. Tanya kept his body locked in her deathgrip for several seconds longer, then released him and got to her feet in one agile motion. Raising her hands over her head, she turned to the crowd to accept their adulation. Suddenly she was aware of Fergus’ owner leaping into the pit, a knife in his hand and murder in his eyes. Tanya quickly assessed the threat he offered and knew she could easily take him if not for the knife. The knife made it a kill or die situation. She turned fluidly, offering him a target on her right side. As he thrust with the knife, she knocked the knife hand aside with her right arm. Moving quickly, she caught his head with her left hand and drove her right hand into his jaw, which shattered with the impact. Before he could move, she drove her forehead into his nose, then crushed his throat with a slashing blow from the edge of her hand.

     Blood erupted from the man’s mouth, and he collapsed to the ground, a stupid look on his face. Tanya bent down and wiped her hands on his tunic, then picked up her cloak and left the pit to the approving roar of the crowd.

     continued ……….

Cruel mistress gets bodies torture and humiliating

     Kathy had a hobby. She had discovered a marvelous potion in an old book. A medicine to shrink men. To make them as small as she wanted. And she liked them very small.

     Kathy placed a couple of drops of superglue on the edge of the bathtub, then she pressed the naked body of the tiny man against the drops with her fingers, and held him for a few seconds, till he was stuck. She had trapped and shrunk him earlier in the day.

     He was only two inches tall. She didn’t know who he was. She didn’t give a fuck. He was here to satisfy her gigantic lust, and her desire to wield power over a helpless miniature man. She did not expect him to survive the experience. She did not want him to. That was part of the rush.

     After a moment Kathy stood up, satisfied with the setting. Her tiny victim screamed and writhed most delightfully, and she closed her eyes and reveled for a moment in that shivery chill, that wonderful sense of wickedness, that lusty sensation in her gut. That slow profound realization that she had a puny lilliputian at her untender mercy, and her growing desire to play with him.

     Stepping back so her little playmate could see her better, and opening her robe, Kathy revealed herself to her little man. Looking down disdainfully over the awesome rondure of her mountainous breasts. Cupping their warm flesh in her hands, as though measuring their weight against the fragile body of her two inch tall victim. Her blue eyes told him he didn’t stand a chance. When she reached down between her thighs, her hand came away drenched with her fragrent juices.

     She was ready. Very ready. She was horny. It was time for the execution.

     Kathy lifted her left leg, and stepped into the tub, positioning her mighty crotch over her tiny man. His screams increased and she smiled with pleasure, then squatted down a little. She peeled herself open for him, exposed to him her fantastic cunt in all it’s aweful glory. To show him how easily she could engulf him she plunged two fingers into herself and lolled them about, moaning huskily. Slowly pulling them out, she lightly dabbed him with her cream, then lifted her fingers to her mouth and savored her own cum.

     By now her tiny toy’s screams had crested, filled with pleadings for mercy. Pouting her lips Kathy shook head slowly, then smiled wickedly. Hands braced on the tub she lowered her ass down, using his terrified shrieks as a guide.

     Down. Down. Down….touch….silence.

     Looking between her legs, Kathy observed that her vulva entirely covered her little man. She lifted a little, and his screams resumed. So she sat back down again. Up. Scream. Down. Silence. She kissed his entire body with her hot moist nether lips. Up again, and his screams were weaker, filled with choking, and Kathy noted with amusement that his tiny body was completely covered with her love juices.

     She watched more closely as she sat back down, to smother him again under her hairy monster, and saw with delight that he was trying to ward her vulva off with her puny arms. Laughing at his insignificant efforts she pressed down slowly. No gentle love kiss this time, Kathy pressed down until her labia splayed on the porcelain of the tub. Then she rose up again. He struggled in vain to free himself, struggled to get air, wailing for mercy.

     Kathy didn’t care. She pressed down upon him again, rubbing her clit over his body, using him to masturbate herself like a tiny finger. Her juices flowed over him, lathering him, drowning him. His cries grew weaker as Kathy lost her retraint and began to rub harder and harder. Her hands gripped her heavy breasts, she pinched and pulled at her nipples, shook her head from side to side. She began to moan, experiencing her giant lust, her giant power in every pore of her body. She pussy whipped her little victim, began to anticipate the nearing proof of her female power.

     Welling up in her loins. She could feel her orgasm coming. The little man wasn’t screaming anymore. With a liquid crunch, Kathy crushed the little man under her cunt. The sudden warm rush of gore lubricated the tub and her vulva, instantly heightening the sensations. Throwing her head back, Kathy screamed out her orgasm, while she roughly smeared the remains of her little sex toy over the tub rim, ripping it free of the glue. Reaching between her legs she found his burst, limp little body with her fingers, and cruelly ground it into her clitoris. Squeezing him till he squished and came apart in her fingers.

     She loved it. Her body sang with power. She lolled him about the mouth of her vagina while she settled down from her orgasm. Raising her hand she examined the result of her lust. His body was a squashed and ruined piece of meat. Kathy dropped it into the tub and placing her lovely barefoot on it crushed if further and ground it into paste. Then stepping fully into the tub she squatted down. After a moment she grunted and a powerful jet of golden piss crashed into the mess, washed the tub clean, floated the crushed remains of her unfortunate little lover down the drain.

     Kathy smiled. And drew the shower curtain. She wanted to clean off some, before doing it again…

Submissive Desires

     In the deep underground caverns in the Arizona desert that served as her secret home and laboratory. Behemoth “Bigfoot” Brawn, nineteen year old giantess-genius was showing off her enormous and heavily muscled body to her thirty-nine year old friend and lover Robert Raider.

     Standing an incredible seven-feet-ten-inches tall and weighing in at a bone crushing six hundred pounds. “Bigfoot” Brawn was an exotic looking oriental Colossus with short black hair styled in a crewcut, a unusually high forehead, large black slanted, almond-shaped eyes, a long wide nose that measured a fantastic four inches long and two inches wide, high flat cheekbones, plus a wide thin lipped mammoth mouth capable of holding three or four large naval oranges completed Behemoth’s facial features.

     Robebt Raider was Eurasian-American with a German-Chinese background. “Just like the infamous James Bond villain Doctor No only nicer!” As he jokingly replied to questions about his lineage. Standing six-feet-two-inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds of bone and weight-trained muscle. Robert Raider was a big and strong man but compaired to “Bigfoot” Brawn he was just a tiny, tiny, midget; a baby next to his huge, huge lover.

     Both “Bigfoot” and Robert were in the section of the caverns that held the gym with its padded gray colored floor mats and enormous custom made weights. As they began stripping off their navy blue sweat clothes, Robert called out to his mighty female friend. “Wait!” The deep voice that answered had so much power, Robert could feel its vibrations in his chest! “YES? Uh, Bigfoot could you please keep your sweats on while you pump that imposing iron of yours? I want to see your monstrous muscles rip them apart!”

     The Giantess flashed the world’s biggest smile as she answered. “OKAY! BUT YOU HAVE TO DO SOMFTHING TOO!” Robert was uneasy as he asked. “What do you want?” The smile turned evil. “HOLD MY SANDALS WHILE YOU WATCH !” Oh boy! Now Robert was in for it!, Behemoth Brawn wanted sex! She knew just touching the gigantic footwear would give her lover a raging hard-on! Robert loved every part of the immense giantess but the feature that really turned him on were her gargantuan feet! None could surpass their awesome size! A yard long, eighteen inches wide! The big toes were eight inches in diameter the other eight toes measured four inches thick! Behemoth Brawn truly more than earned her nickname of BIGFOOT!

     “HEADS UP” Bigfoot yelled as she kicked off her mammoth three-point black rubber sandals at Robert. Each of those three foot long, eighteen inch wide, and eight inch thick sandals weighed fifty pounds apiece. Unfortunately the giantess misjudged the power and direction of her kicks and slammed the heavy footwear into Robert with the impact of thrown bricks! As the older man fell on his back a terrifying roar of pain from the Titanic Teenager filled the room like a blast from a jet engine! “N000!” Monstrous thirty-two inch long hands with thick four inch square-tipped fingers gently brings the knocked out man inches from his lover’s face. “OH COME ON MONSTER MAN! PLEASE WAKE UP! I DIDN’T MEAN IT! PLEASE WAKE UP!” Nothing, only the steady rise and fall of his chest showed he was still alive clinically. The fine mind silent. As the hulking woman cradled Robert in her powerful arms, an inspiration came to her! “MONSTER MAN DON’T YOU WANT TO SEE FEET THAT DWARF MINE?” That did it! Robert was up and on his feet in seconds firing questions at the towering teenager!

     “Do they belong; to a man or woman? Are they in proportion to the person or wonderfully oversized like yours? Does the feet have the standard number of toes? Less or more? Are the feet wide or long? What does the person…mmmmm! Mmmmm?

     The annoyed Amazon had swallowed Robert’s whole head inside her monstrous right fist! “YOU’VE SEEN ME BREAK BRICKS, SEASONED SIX BY SIX OAK BEAMS AND CRUSH GRANITE WITH JUST MY FINGERTIPS! DO YOU BET I CAN DO THE SAME TO YOUR HEAD?” Robert’s own right fist flashed the thumbs-up signal meaning yes! “WHEN I LET GO WILL YOU KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT AND FOLLOW ME?” Again Robert’s thumb pointed upwards. The huge fist opened. As his eyes focused Robert saw Behemoth walk rapidly from the gym into the tunnels connecting the various caverns the pair uses for living quarters and work areas.

     He saw her turn a corner and thought it strange since he knew there was no tunnel in that area. Reaching the region, Robert was shocked not only to find a passage, but one totally unlike the crude ones blasted, drilled and dug by Behemoth and him. They were irregular eight foot by eight foot squares lit by hanging gas sealed electric lamps. The new tunnel Robert found was a perfectly round cylinder, twelve feet in diameter that seemed to stretch into infinity. It was made of what seemcd to be emerald six inches thick that glowed with a soft yellow-green light.

     As Robert looked into the tunnel he saw “Bigfoot” Brawn’s brobdingnagian body running down the passage! What was she doing? Was she trying; to lose him? The giantess knew that despite her size, weight, and freakishly hugh feet she could out run any man or woman on earth and not just on a closed smooth track either! Recently she raced Robert in a jeep going seventy miles per hour across the desert at night in the moonlight. She raced barefoot wearing only skintight black nylon swim trunks in that cold environment. She not only won the race she performed feats of raw strength, so mind-staggering Robert became even more turned on by her! First she effortlessly lifted the jeep with Robert in it over her head and did one hundred deep knee bends! Then she leaped atop a twenty-foot high boulder and got it rolling with her leviathan legs and feet, She got a second twenty-foot boulder rolling and another and another! Finally she had ten giant stones tumbling across the desert! After numerous maneuvers as a grand finale, “Bigfoot” Brawn rolled the boulders into a sixty-foot high pyramid with herself on top! When she leaped from the top of the piled rocks to land silently by his side, Robert knew this was not just an overgrown female bodybuilder! He asked her point blank. “What are you?” Behemoth Brawn flashed her cold, evil smile for the first time. “YOUR GREATEST DREAM OR WORST NIGHTMARE! IT’S UP TO YOU”

     Going into the emerald passage and running to catch up to the bigfooted Giantess, made Robert careless as suddenly the tunnel curved to the right then straight down! Robert Raider was on the thrill ride of his life! As he fell downwards for miles then up! He slid in circles and corkscrews as the tunnel narrowed to the width of his shoulders when without warning he shot out of a hole in the wall one thousand feet above a floor made of the emerald substance!

     “This is the end!” Thought Robert as he impacted with a loud POOM! “Poom? Hey ! I’m Alive! “Springing unhurt to his feet Robert saw that he had landed in some soft honey-colored flesh- like material. “Honey-colored flesh? Don’t tell me…” He looked upward and saw thhe gargantuan head and body of “Bigfoot” Brawn now five hundred feet tall! She was holding Robert in an Olympian sized right hand.

     “HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! WELCOME TO MY WOMB LITTLE MAN! WE’LL TALK BUT FIRST I’VE GOT TO GET SMALL!” The female Colossus then reached behind her back with her left hand, pulled out a hugh bottle made of the some emerald-like material as the tunnel, it looked like a magnum champagn bottle but of gigantic proportions! She showed Robert the glowing lable that flashed like a neon sign in gold letters.

     “BIGFOOT BRAWN’S IMCREDIBLE SHRINKING WOMAN POTION” Pulling, then spitting the stopper out with her teeth the Titaness lifted the bottle to her lips, took one long draught then put it down at her feet. Seconds later slowly at first then faster the amplitudinous Amazon lost height and mass in five minutes! She went from five hundred feet high and countless tons of bone and muscle to (for her) a shrimpy six feet tall and three hundred pownds of muscle. And at eighteen inches long and nine inches wide her feet were still the biggest in the world! “Bigfoot! My god! What happened to you?” Fortunately for Robert Raider, Bigfoot Brawn had placed him besides her monstrous feet before taking the potion. He ran up and placed his hands on her still wide shoulders. Even at six feet, Behemoth was a yard wide and still bigger than her lover by fifty pounds.

     “HI MONSTER MAN! DON’T WORRY ABOUT MY SIZE! I’LL BE BIGGER AND STRONGER SOON ? AND WAIT TILL YOU SEE MY FREAKY FEET THEN! WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY WOMB?” Even reduced close to his size Bigfoot Brawn still had a loud voice that vibrated his chest. Robert Raider swallowed and in a voice filled with awe and wonder began to speak. “This place is magnificent! Where are we and what is this green crystal material?” Bigfoot turned on her huge heel and said “FOLLOW ME!” This time she walked at a slower pace letting Robert Keep up besides her as she explained. “WE ARE INSIDE A CUBE MEASURING ONE THOUSAND FEET IN LENGTH, WIDTH, AND DEPTH. A MILE BELOW OUR CAVERNS MADE OF MORPITE, AND BEFORE YOU ASK WHAT IS MORPITE ONLY THE MACROPOD CAN TELL YOU AND AS TO WHO IS THE MACROPOD? THAT IS WHO YOU ARE GOING TO MEET! THERE lT IS!

     The couple had reached a twenty-four foot high dome made of Morpite with a twelve foot high square opening. Inside, Robert saw in the soft yellow-green light a strange apparatus that looked like a searchlight. It was six feet in diameter, it was pointed at a square platform measuring twelve by twelve feet and an inch thick with large metal push buttons over its susface. Before he could move, Bigfoot leaped ahead of him to the platform! An eighteen inch foot shot out pressing a button that lowered a transparent unbreakable wall between the apparatus and Bigfoot sealing them away from Robert! As he pounded futilely on the inch thick barrier. Bigfoot’s tremendous toes pressecd button after button! Her nine inch wide feet getting six or eight at the same time! The shutters on the machine opened sending a purple ray at Bigfoot Brawn! Before Robert Raider’s fear filled eyes she began to change horribly!

     (To Be Continued)

Lezdom Movies

     New giantess story, going the other way from the ‘Janice’ and ‘Sharon’ stuff. Domination and violence throughout, and gore at the end. People with weak dispositions, sensible haircuts, and minors please hit ‘n’.

     Folks who think the author should *not* be garroted to the tune of ‘Nearer My God To Thee’, may feel free to write to him at an30190@anon.penet.fi.

     Note to Archivers: could the following stories have their names modified to have a ‘.gts’ extension. I have had folks asking about how to locate the giantess stories. They are: Janice, JaniceAndPam (or Janice2), Sharon and TheCunt (which also features Kathy). Thanks in advance…

     Kathy: The Giantess Wife Scott Grildrig 07-Aug-1993

     Crack! Kathy lifted a hand to her bruised cheek. Her red hair tussled about her face, her blue eyes welling up with tears.

     Dinner lay strewn across the floor. Jeff, her husband, towered over her, his sour yeasty beer breath puffing into her face. He raised his open hand. With a sob Kathy spun and fled. Jeff’s unrelenting string of obscenities pursued her up the stairs and into the bedroom. Hurling herself across the bed, she burrowed into the pillows and covers, sought refuge in blessed silence. But, muffled though it was, she heard the noises downstairs. Jeff laughing. Jeff swearing. Things breaking. But, mercifully, not the sound of heavy boots clumping up the stairs. She listened, barely breathing. She heard him talking. After a long while she heard the front door open and close, then the sound of a car driving away.

     It was just another day for Kathy. Jeff had owned her for years, dominated her, used her. And while at her very core lived a last bastion of defiance, she had no power, no way to make her needs known. She was young, in her mid-twenties, strong and hale in body, but suffering in spirit. She didn’t think she loved Jeff anymore, but she could not think what she would do without him. Nor was her humilation confined just to her husband. Like a contagion it seemed to be all around her. Only yesterday the new groundskeeper had exposed himself to her, as though he was something different, something she should desire.

     Well, she desired something, alright. A life on her own terms. A power of her own to wield. And end to misery. Maybe even hope for retribution. It wasn’t much, but she had her dreams.

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     Three days a week, Kathy worked at the village library. It was humdrum, mindless, and quiet. But she went about her job, examining new books, that were dropped off by the dozens every week. On this particular day, there was one tome that caught her attention immediately. First, it was old, maybe not rare old, but old enough. It was bound in black leather, its pages were stiff and brittle, and it eminated that mustiness peculiar to long storage.

     Carefully, she opened it, and got her second surprise. It was a recipe book. A cookbook, of sorts. No. A book of potions. She leafed through the pages. There were balms for ailments, codials for stirring emotions, draughts for transformations. Kathy stopped. Reading carefully she felt her heart fluttering in her breast. She read it three times, before she dared believe a word of it, then took the book to a nearby copier. After that she stored the book away in a safe place, and left work early.

     She had some shopping to do…

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     It took almost a week before she gathered all the ingredients, some of them were very hard to find. And during that week her beatings became worse, almost as if Jeff sensed her new resolve. Kathy endured him, but the rage was building within her. Everything was riding on this potion. If it failed, she wasn’t sure she could go on living…

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     It was white opalescent liquid. It shimmered prettily in the little crystal vial. She had enough for scores of applications. But for Jeff, she only needed a drop. He roared for beer. Kathy brought him some, smiling demurley.

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     The transformation was swift. The big man drank down his beer noisely, belched and tossed the can aside. She watched him closely. He adjusted himself in the chair a few times, a puzzled expression played over his face. When she saw him pluck at his clothes, his loose fitting, voluminous shirt, her heart sang within her. Stepping in front of him, hands on her hips she looked him over. Already he was smaller than she was.

     “What the fuck’s going on?” he demanded. “Hmmmmmm?” “I said! What the…oh god.” he was down to about three feet tall, and the process was going full swing now. Kathy watched him dwindle, smaller and smaller, his clothes rising around him like cotteny mountains. His voice soared in pitch and faded in volume. When the potion’s effect was complete he was only a mere two inches tall, staring up in horrified astonishment at the smug satisfaction on Kathy’s face.

     Jeff was a bug. It took a moment to fully sink in, for her to understand it. The beatings, the fear, all were in the past. The source of her misery was reduced to the size of her thumb and cowering before her colossal presence. Kathy was suddenly filled with a passionate desire to stomp Jeff out of existance, to crush him and grind him into pulp. She trembled with the force of the feeling, her hands clenching and unclenching. But she fought it down. The fear may have vanished, but the rage remained and demanded utterance. She wanted revenge. Jeff was going to last for a while before she gave into sweet temptation and squashed him.

     Bending her knees, Kathy reached for Jeff, hesitated. He was screaming obscenities, waving his arms. She completed her motion, wrapped her fingers around him, and picked him up like a small mouse. He was naked, of course, and warm in her hand. He writhed with insane strength, and she tightened her grip, so as not to drop him. Then she carried him into the kitchen, sat down, and placed him on the table before her.

     Jeff took a punch at her fingers as she let him go. It was amusing, that being to small he should dare to resist her. Kathy chuckled and poked at him with her forefinger. He swatted at it, it was like hitting a tree trunk. She touched his tiny chest with the tip of her finger. He backpedaled, windmilling his arms and sat down. Kathy was resting her chin low to the table, cupped within her left fist. Her eyes were focused intently on her miniature husband.

     Still using only her forefinger, she pressed upon his chest, forced him to lay flat on the cold kitchen table. His vitriolic language continued unabated, and she pushed down a little harder, blasting the air from his chest. His face was a study in horror, as he choked and gasped for air. Kathy never took her eyes off of him. Her tongue lolled over her great lips as she poked and prodded at him. He fought back using his arms and legs, then curled up into a little ball.

     Kathy rolled him around a bit, but this was boring. “COME ON, JEFF UNROLL FOR ME.” But he ignored her. “I’M NOT GONNA ASK YOU AGAIN, LITTLE MAN…” she warned, “OPEN UP. NOW!!” and she smashed the table with her fist, causing the fruit basket on the table to jump.

     Jeff was on his feet in an instant, raw panic in his face, as he stared at her colossal fist, resting upon the table. Kathy bared her teeth and smiled at him. Raising her fist, which was the size of a small car to Jeff, she held it. Held it. Then smashed the table again, knocking Jeff aside with the impact. Suddenly there was a tiny puddle on the table between Jeff’s tiny legs, and he was trembling uncontrollably. Laughing gaily, she gave him no time to recover, again and again she rocked the table with her fist.

     Jeff howled and ran, shrieking every time the table leapt under his feet. Then suddenly he ran into a huge warm wall. It was Kathy’s open palm. She closed her fingers into an ‘O’ around his tiny body, not holding him, but not letting him escape. Reaching over him with her other hand, she rummaged in the fruit basket. After a moment’s searching she lifted out a small tomato.

     Her eyes watched him intently as she raised it to her lips and nibbled at it with her teeth. Then she wrapped her fingers around it, and laid her fist on the table beside her other hand. Jeff could see the flesh of the tomato peeking through her gargantuan fingers. He watched as she slowly closed her grip, her fingers tautening and tightening. The tomato swelled under the pressure, resisted her strength, then burst and split with a splurching, squelching sound. Kathy kept squeezing, the pulp and seeds oozed through her fingers, a red puddle formed under her hand. She smiled at him and licked her lips.

     When she opened her hand, the smashed gooey remains of the tomato was stuck to her palm and fingers. Jeff watched in moribund terror as Kathy raised her hand to her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. Her eyes stayed on him the entire time. When she was done, she released him from her grasp. Smiled sweetly at him and said. “WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR TURN, LITTLE MAN?” Jeff howled and collapsed into a heap.

     Kathy’s eyes were bright and alive, she was enjoying her sport. The soul searing panic of her little husband filled her with a powerful desire. She wanted him to suffer more, she wanted to humiliate him, to hear him beg for mercy, just so she could deny it to him. Lust welling up within her, Kathy began unbuttoning her blouse. Jeff did not like what happening, and he began to wail. Kathy smiled, and slipped her blouse off, then she unhooked the clasp on the front of her bra, and spilled her breasts atop the table.

     She had nice breasts, big breasts. Kathy kneaded her tits and stroked her nipples, her arousal was patently obvious to Jeff. She left no doubt in his mind what would happen were he caught between her huge tan breasts. Reaching out with her hand, she made a cage around him with her fingers, then scooped him up. Raising him over her open mouth she poked at him with her tongue, laughing at his panicky shrieks. Then she placed him upon her right breast, astride her swollen nipple.

     He was a pleasant little weight upon her breast. His legs gripped her nipple tightly enough to stimulate her. Standing she raised her arms over her head.

     “HANG ON, LITTLE JEFF.” she purred, and began to sway back and forth. Jeff clung to her for dear life. She watched him, laughed, and increased the vigor of her motions. Her breasts swung back and forth, back and forth, until she caught the rythme and they began to jiggle wildly. She gasped and moaned as Jeff clamped down with all his strength upon her nipple. His howls of fear only fueled her desire to dominate him with her body.

     Suddenly he slipped and was flung away. Kathy’s reaction was instinctive. She snatched him out of the air, then checked to see if she had squashed him. Jeff was dazed, but still unharmed. She smiled and put him back on the table.

     Looking down she unbuttoned her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Her panties were pink and lacy, shaped nicely across the gentle bludge of her mons. With a mischevious giggle she picked Jeff up off the table, while with her other hand she pulled the elastic forward. Pursing her lips she blew him a little kiss and dropped him inside, then let the elastic snap back against her hips.

     Jeff’s tiny body made a delightful little bump against the front panel of the material. She felt him shifting and wriggling in the lush tangle of her pubic hairs. It was a delicious sensation, and she looked down between her spread legs, watching him squirm against her crotch.

     Looking up she noticed that it was getting late. So leaving Jeff in her panties she cleaned up a little and went to bed. Lying there under the covers, she felt Jeff moving around more vigerously. Her panties had bunched up a little, giving him room to manuver. It didn’t matter. She closed her eyes, feeling safe, feeling powerful, and her dreams were filled with little Jeff’s…

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     Morning came… Kathy rose, and padded into the bathroom. She was up early, and didn’t have to be at the library for another two hours. It wasn’t until she started downstairs to get some coffee that she remembered Jeff. Turning she started back towards the bedroom, he hadn’t been in her panties when she went to the bathroom, so maybe he was still in the bed.

     Suddenly, she stopped. Through the open door, she saw Jeff struggling through the blue shag rug. It was like a jungle to him. But he was slowly making progress towards the nightstand. Kathy immediately guessed what he intended. The cord on the phone was long, and probably draped onto the floor. He might be able to climb the cord and reach the phone, then move the handset and use the quick-dialer to call one of his buddies. The fact that Jeff probably couldn’t even move the handset never occured to Kathy. She felt angry with him. No. She felt good about feeling angry with him. She wanted to hate him. She wanted to dominate him.

     Kathy waited. It took him a considerable length of time for Jeff to reach the dangling cord and begin his climb. But Kathy wanted to catch him ‘in the act’. He was halfway up to the top when her patience gave out. Standing just where she could see him, she started stomping her feet, making it sound like she was coming down the hall. The results were most gratifying. Jeff looked like he was having a seizure. He was in an absolute panic; too far down to reach the tabletop, too high up to jump. He clung to the phone cord and watched fearfully as his titanic wife entered the bedroom.

     Kathy pretended not to notice him. She wanted to play with him a little, and she had an idea. Walking around the room, she opened drawers and selected her clothes for work, placing them on the bed next to the nightstand. Jeff was about a foot and a half up the cord. Just right for her little game. Removing her panties, she stood next to the nightstand, looking out the window. Jeff had to bend his head back to look up at his colossal wife. Kathy idly combed her fingers through her pussy hairs, one finger sought the moist warmth of her inner vulva. She gave him quite a little show. Then, as if remembering she had to go to work, she turned to the clothes laid across the bed and picked up a bra. Feigning clumsiness she knocked a shoe onto the floor, it cooperated nicely by bouncing under the bed.

     Trying not to giggle, Kathy got down on all fours, presenting her formidable ass towards Jeff. Then, carefully, she began to back up. Jeff didn’t dare so much as squeak as her soft crotch closed in on him. Kathy’s butt pressed against the nightstand, she could feel the phonecord between her cheeks. She pressed a little harder, and she could feel Jeff. Stifling another giggle she wiggled her ass a little, then ended the game by saying “A-HA!” and finding her dropped shoe.

     She wasn’t quite done, though, and going into the bathroom she surupticiously glanced back at Jeff. He looked badly shaken, but was starting again to climb to the top of the table. It was going to take him a minute, so Kathy took a quick shower, then leaving the water running, checked up on Jeff again.

     She was impressed. Not only had he made it to the top, but he was trying to lever the handset off using his back. It wobbled a bit but showed no sign of really moving. Still, enough was enough. It was time to let Jeff know that he was in trouble. He was too intent on his efforts to notice her approach.

     She stood next to the table and cleared her throat. She saw him twitch. He couldn’t look up from under the handset, but he could look sideways, and see her enormous red haired mons, framed within her great hips.

     “FE-FI-FO-FUM, LITTLE JEFF.” she chanted. Reaching down Kathy grabbed the phone, and lifted it slowly, letting Jeff appreciate how much more stronger she was than him. She tossed the phone onto the bed, and it made a ding! noise when it hit. Then, placing a hand on either side of the nightstand, she leaned down, her breasts dangling over Jeff like two huge tan moons.

     “I HAVE A PROBLEM, JEFF.” she said, “YOU’VE BEEN VERY NAUGHTY, SNEAKING AWAY AND TRYING TO CALL FOR HELP. NOW I CAN’T DECIDE, SHOULD I CRUSH YOU UNDER MY BIG BEAUTIFUL BREASTS, OR GIVE YOU TO MY HAIRY CUNT?” and she dipped down, rolling her shoulders, making her tits bobble terrifyingly close to him. “I’LL BET YOUR PUNY BODY COULDN’T EVEN HOLD UP ONE OF MY BOOBS.” she sneered. “YOU’D BE MASHED LIKE A BUG.” Kathy stood up, and pressed her hips forward. “THAT MIGHT BE FUN. BUT MY PUSSY WANTS YOU TOO.” she rubbed her mons against the table, shaking it. “DO YOU WANT TO FUCK ME, JEFF? I HAVE A NEW POSITION TO SHARE WITH YOU THAT’S NOT IN ANY OF THE BOOKS.” and she giggled.

     Jeff was not amused. He backed away from his gigantic wife, wondering if he should just jump, and end it all.

     Kathy watched him with laughing eyes. “YOU CAN’T DECIDE EITHER?” she asked, “TELL YOU WHAT. I’LL FLIP YOU FOR IT. YOU CAN SPEND THE DAY IN MY BRA OR PANTIES, AND TONIGHT I’LL DECIDE HOW TO PUNISH YOU.” and she reached out with her giant hand. Jeff yelped and turned to run, but she easily nabbed him. She pinched his hands together between her thumb and forefinger and lifted him over her mouth. “HEADS IT’S MY BRA, TAILS IT’S MY PANTIES.” she said. Jeff howled in an extremity of terror as she lowered him into her mouth. She closed her lips, shutting him in darkness. Her tongue was a soft wet monster that surrounded him, pressing him against her great teeth.

     He screamed and gibbered in fear. Her head was tilting back, and he could sense, if not see the moist tunnel of her throat gaping beneath him. He heard her draw breath, a great roaring noise. There was a moment of silence, then a blast of air, fiercer than a hurrican propelled him out of her mouth. The room tumbled madly as he spun high into the air. Flailing his arms and legs, shrieking in terror he fell towards the floor far, far below.

     Abruptly he landed. Not on the floor. Kathy’s gigantic hands were cupped together. He lay between her palms, his face buried against her skin.

     “TAILS IT IS.” laughed Kathy…

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     She sewed Jeff into her favorite powder blue panties, just a few loops around his wrists and ankles.

     “I CAN’T HAVE YOU JUST GO WANDERING OFF.” she explained.

     Jeff screamed a lot, which though she enjoyed it, would not go over well at the library. She needed him quiet, so she gagged him with a tiny wad of cotten, held in place with a piece of silk thread wrapped around his head. Then she lay him on the floor between her bare feet. He stared up helplessly as she combed and teased her pubic hairs with her fingers, then she squatted a little and distended her vulva again so her inner lips poked out, pink and wet.

     Lifting her feet she placed them within the legging gaps in her panties. Jeff looked very small between her lovely barefeet, and she wondered for a moment what it would feel like to step on him. Maybe later. She bent over pulled her panties up, taking her time so Jeff could appreciate just how terribly long her legs were. And so he could watch the massive threat of her downy covered crotch descending upon him, getting closer and closer.

     With a little wiggle Kathy pulled her panties up onto her hips. Jeff felt warm and helpless against her vulva, and she tugged on the material until he was wedged between her lips. Her huge vagina loomed over his insignificant cock, she was big enough to swallow his entire body. Her clit radiated a cloying warmth near to his head. The heat was terrific, and his sweat mingled with the rich, thick flood of her cunt juices.

     Kathy finished dressing, applied her makeup and drove to work. All the way in the car she squirmed as Jeff struggled between her thighs. By the time she arrived she had regained some measure of composure. But every so often, the shear hedonistic sensation, the sense of power, having Jeff trapped against her soft womanhood, was too much and she trembled in a mini-orgasm. Once she ran to the restroom, shut herself in a stall, reached into her panties and masturbated furiously; the back of her hand banging against Jeff as she pumped her fingers in and out of her giant cunt. Another time she went to take a piss, only slipping her panties aside, instead of removing them. The look of terror on Jeff’s tiny face, as she gushed a golden stream nearly as thick as his waist, was so delicious that she stayed and massaged her clit in front of his tiny body till she climaxed.

     As the day wore on, the constant wetness of her pussy began to give her a definate ‘air’. So she left work early again. All the way home she played with the buldge between her legs, pressing Jeff’s entire puny body into the clinging embrace of her gigantic vulva. When she arrived home she removed her underwear and looked at him.

     Jeff was a mess. Coated in her love juices the entire day, he was caked in the stuff. Going into the bedroom Kathy tossed her sewing kit onto the bed and rummaged through it. A pair of needle point scissors looked good, and she carefully snipped the threads, then took him into bathroom and washed him off. Looking out the window she saw the groundskeep working on the hedges behind the house. It was the same jerk who had flashed her a day or two ago, and Kathy wondered if she could take vengence on him too.

     After Jeff was clean, Kathy dried him off with a hand towel, went into the bedroom and carelessly tossed him onto the bed. Seeing that guy outside had really bothered her.

     “JEFF,” she said, as she removed the rest of her work clothes. “I HAVE DECIDED THAT WE SHOULD GET A DIVORCE.” She wandered naked over to the bed and looked down at her two inch tall husband. “AFTER ALL, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO BE A VERY GOOD PROVIDER, ANYMORE. AND YOU’RE NOT EVEN BIG ENOUGH TO MAKE A GOOD DILDO.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and walked over to the window. “BESIDES, I’M THINKING ABOUT SEEING OTHER MEN.” She laughed, “WOULD YOU LIKE THAT, JEFF? YOU COULD HAVE ANOTHER LITTLE FRIEND. I COULD PUT YOU BOTH IN MY PANTIES, AND YOU COULD TAKE TURNS PLEASING ME.” she turned and stepped up to the bed. “WHAT DO YOU THINK?”

     Jeff shouted something. “SORRY, DEAR, I DIDN’T CATCH THAT.” He yelled again. “NOPE.” said Kathy, “I GUESS I NEED YOU CLOSER TO HEAR YOU.” and she reached out for Jeff with her right hand. Just before she was about to scoop him up, something silver flashed, and Jeff leapt forward and sank a sewing needle into Kathy’s finger. With a startled yelp, she drew her hand back, yanking the needle out of his grasp. She plucked the needle from her finger and sucked on it staring at Jeff darkly.

     Reaching out she picked up the rest of the sewing kit and set it on the nightstand. Then she turned back towards Jeff, looming over him like an angry mountain.

     “THAT’S IT, ASSHOLE.” she said ominously. “I WAS GOING TO LET YOU LAST FOR A WHILE. A LONG WHILE. NOW YOU’RE GONNA DIE.” and reaching out she grabbed him in her hand, held him close to her face. Her hot breath washed over him. “WE’RE NOT MARRIED ANYMORE.” she snarled, “YOU’RE NOT EVEN A MAN. YOU’RE A RUNT. A TIDBIT FOR MY CUNT. I’M GOING USE YOU AND THROW YOU AWAY.” his wails of terror thrilled her.

     “TIME TO CONSUMMATE THE DIVORCE, LOVER.” growled Kathy, and squatting on her heels, she pressed him deep into her moist vulva. Her powerful vagina engulfed him with a luscious slurping sound, and she drew him all the way into her cavernous depths. Closing her eyes she luxeriated in her absolute domination of Jeff. She surrounded him with herself, owned him. No longer restrained by her desire to make him last, she exercised her cunt upon him, squeezing him within her body. He struggled nicely within her, but she wanted to feel him squish inside of her, and she knew how she wanted to do it.

     Kathy flipped open her jewelry box and took out a necklace, that she had recently purchased. Still naked, she went downstairs into the kitchen and poured a couple drops of her potion into the small tear-shaped vial that adorned the necklace. Then she hung the delicate gold filagree around her neck, with the vial nestled between her big breasts. She stopped a moment and savored Jeff’s tiny body, squirming frantically inside of her cunt. She sensed that she had to be quick, or he would just smother in there. So she hurried to the back door, and when she was sure the groundskeep was looking her way, stepped out naked onto the patio.

     The man stared at her as she proudly strutted towards the railing, her great breasts swaying in time with her hips. Turning around towards the house she lazily sauntered backed, stopped in the doorway, and glancing over her shoulder nailed him with her blue eyes.

     He must have run, because it was only a scant moment after she was inside, that he was scratching at the door. Kathy wasted no time. She shushed his excited talking and helped him take off his jeans, he was not wearing a shirt. Once he was stripped she pushed him onto the floor and straddled him. She told him to lie absolutely still, to let her do everything, or she’d send him out and find someone else to satisfy her. He agreed without resistance. He was more than ready for her. Kathy reached betwen her legs and lolled the head of his penis over her vulva, smearing it with her cum. Then, placing her hands on her hips, she slowly sank down upon his shaft.

     She felt Jeff. The huge cock entering her, ploughed him aside, pinning him between it and her vaginal wall. Before the man could realize that something was in there, Kathy began to pump. Up and down. Up and down. She could feel Jeff’s howls of terror vibrating within her. Kneading her breasts with her hands she increased the tempo, rotating her pelvis so the cock within her squeezed Jeff against her cunt. She felt herself beginning to labor with the first waves of her orgasm. It was time to finish her ex-husband. Rising onto her knees a little she took a few longer strokes. Her lover moaned, and reaching up with his hands started to fondle her. Kathy growled at him, but endured it. She had managed to get Jeff pushed in far enough, so that he was jammed up against her cervix.

     As the first orgasm hit her, she sat down — hard. Jeff was squished between her cervix and the huge cock. She felt it, she loved it. She humped wildly, mashing Jeff in her sexual frenzy, crushing him, reducing him to pulp. Her oragasm were sweet and powerful and she shouted out her pleasure. The groundskeep shouted too and she felt him spasm and fill her with hot cum. Kathy laughed, shuddered with another orgasm, then started the long pleasurable descent. Pressing down she wiggled her hips, lazily grinding Jeff’s gooey pulpy remains between her and the man’s penis.

     She felt wonderful. She had taken her full grown husband, shrunk him, humiliated him and finally eradicated him, using only her lovely body. It was a wonderful sensation. She had lived in fear for so long, that the release from it was like a drug. She had to have more. She had to recreate that awful sense of power, that her body could command over a so tiny a man.

     The man under her was relaxed, comfortable. But he was a jerk. She knew that once he got out of here, and he would leave a quickly as possible, that he would share the details of his good fortune with his friends. She didn’t like that thought.

     Lifting the necklace from her neck, she opened the vial, leaned forward and touched a finger to his lips. He smiled and opened his mouth, and Kathy upturned the vial and let a single drop fall onto his tongue.

     His eyes snapped open, and he stared at her. Kathy was staring back, grinning wickedly. He felt strange…

     Kathy lolled her tongue over her lips, watching as he began to shrink. He didn’t start struggling until he was about three feet tall. She easily held him between her strong thighs, laughed at his futile wrigglings. He grew smaller and smaller, her body rising up before him like a soft tan mountain. Everthing diminished towards his center, so he was almost directly under her wet glistening pussy. He could not believe that only moments before he had been having sex with this colossal woman. He could see his cum oozing from her cunt, mingled with her our juices.

     Then he saw it. A man’s body. A tiny body, his size, cruelly mangled, poking out of this giantess’ cunt.

     High overhead, Kathy looked down at her next victim, guessed what he had seen and chuckled. The power lust was on her again. She wanted to hear tiny screams, tiny pleadings for mercy. She wanted to feel him writh under her gigantic body, and crunch at her pleasure.

     Looking down at him, Kathy caught his eyes with hers. She nibbled at her lower lip, giggled and said: “WHO’S NEXT?”

     The little man began screaming…

Sexy slave with big tits bound and punished