Don't answer the door

    Henry wants his picture. We'll never know what it's of, but that
doesn't matter. Michelle, his ex, holds it in a safe in her home. He
hired Debbie, a woman he knew from the club  who volunteered to undertake
this task.. Debbie, about 5'2 120-125 lbs. was tight. In shape all her
life with a body so strong she could easily piggyback a 240 lb. man, yet
alone crush a woman between her thighs. Not overly defined, but such
muscular strength it was scary.
    What was most scary was the way she liked hurting other women. Was
she a dominatrix, or just sick? Who knows but as a girl she recalls her
father getting into fights with other men. A tremendously strong man, she
once watched him crush a man with his bare arms for arguing with her
Mother. She liked this. Loved it.
    A knock on the door bewildered Michelle this late in the evening as
she ran to front window so carefully moving the curtain to not be seen.
To her surprise what she saw was a woman holding her cat who was missing
for about a week. She opened the door about 2 inches to see who it was,
when the woman said. " I'm sorry to bother you, but is this your cat?"
Michelle opened the door to welcome home her little feline friend and
it's finder. She introduced herself, and invited Debbie inside. She
accepted the offer, thrilled that shes right where she wanted to be and
followed Michelle into the kitchen. Michelle looked at Debbie, who was
 wearing a back top, black skirt. black hose and high heels. An
absolutely stunning looking woman with a china doll face and a body in
such condition, she was a bit jealous. "Okay Michelle, Henry sent me for
his picture and Im leaving with it. Now go get it from that safe of
yours, and I will leave." Michelle, in no way a match for Debbie but
stubborn as all hell was taken back by her visitor and her demand. She
looked at Debbie in shock, as Debbie on top of her game demanded the
picture again. "I'm calling the police."  Debbie raced to Michelle
blocking her path. She kicked off her heels and Michelle sort of knew
things were about to get physical.  "Wanna get hurt ya little b-ch?" With
cat like reflexes and terrifying strength, Debbie wrapped her arm around
Michelle's neck... Horrified, Michelle's arms flailed wildly trying to
break free but couldn't. As she weakened, Debbie threw her body to the
floor, took off her mini skirt and jumped on her. They rolled on the
floor a few seconds before Debbie threw two well placed hard punches in
her chest and face. She wrapped her arms around Michelle and ripped her
from the floor onto her feet into a standing bearhug, as she tightened
her grip in jerk like intervals, Michelle was shocked how strong Debbie
was. She pushed her hands against Debbie's shoulders to escape the hold
but couldn't. Still gripping her firmly, Debbie was now whipping Michelle
into walls and furniture literally destroying Michele's possessions with
her own body. She was weakening but hanging on. Debbie is in an absolute
state of utopia right now, dominating another female watching her weaker
foe shake, struggle and cry. Debbie takes after her father, who was known
to rip men from cars for blowing horns or staring at his daughter at red
lights and beat them horribly. At this very moment, she thinks of her
father who stood 6'4", and weighed well over 280 lbs. She would sit in
the car watching her father squeeze his victim unconcsience and get
aroused by this. Now she did the same.

     They both stood in the center of the living room now face to face,
when Debbie snapped Michelle into the air and squeezed so hard that her
own body trembled in strain. Michelle's legs wrapped around Debbie and
the pain was great. She was struggling to breathe, each time she exhaled
Debbie would squeeze harder like a boa constrictor.  The look in her eyes
was of such rage that Michelle didn't even want to imagine what was going
to happen to her. Debbie flung Michelle into a wall, and the poor girl
crashed to the floor. She reached for the phone to call 911 only to have
her hand stepped on by Debbie's beautiful bare foot. With a grip of hair,
she asked for the combination but Michelle so stubborn and foolishly
refused. At this point Debbie was showing such rage that she actually
salivated racing to the floor screaming and clamping her legs around
Michelle's mid-section. Michelle was in no way any match for her stronger
foe. It was such an unfair match as She put her two hands on Debbie's
thighs and tried with all her might to break away from this torture to no
avail. Even in her struggling state she somehow knew this was a wasted
effort just feeling how solid her legs are. The numbing thoughts going
through Michelle's mind right now were what she got herself into. Her
body was being crushed between legs so densely muscled she stood no
chance. Debbie now sat back and smiled mockingly as she watched poor
Michelle gasp for breath. She released her flaccid body, leaned her
against the corner squatting down in front of her. "Open the safe."
Michelle so severely weakened sat helpless in the corner not even able to
lift her arms yet alone stand. She was sobbing so hard she couldn't catch
her breath. There was no way she would be able to make it to the kitchen.
Looking in disgust, Debbie grabbed both Michelle's ankles and dragged her
from the long hallway to the living room. Michelle started crying again
either from her broken body or in anticipation of the rug burn her back
would sustain being dragged through the living room in about ten seconds.
"Please-nh-uh no, the rug will tear right through me." Knowing the
importance of her mission, Debbie took a moment of sympathy for her
fallen foe. She stopped, walked around her and stopped at the back of her
head. She squatted down slipping her hands under Michelle's shoulders and
sat her up. She paced Michelle, stood in front of her and ever so gently
lifted her to her feet. Michelle now was leaning completely against
Debbie's body face to face, and with a another long squat Debbie placed
her arms around Michelle's lower back and slowly lifted her. After
securing a firm but gentle grip, Debbie carried Michelle into through
another hallway into the kitchen. Michelle's body lay limp against
Debbie's flesh and she was now in arms that could have broken her back
minutes ago. This peculiarly aroused Michelle to some degree feeling as
if these strong arms could protect from anyone or anything. She was in
total heaven enjoying her ride wishing it would last forever. She wrapped
her legs around Debbie, looking over the back of her shoulder. She would
look down and watch Deebie's calves flex each step she'd take, or her
perfectly channelle Vamp pedicured feet that shed just love to touch, rub
and feel. The beating she took was real, but right now she wanted to kiss
Debbie so bad but trembled at the thought of the outcome if Debbie
belonged to another church.
     She was so graceful and gentle in carrying Michelle, being careful
not to bang her bruised body into walkways.  It was as if she had felt
sorry for the brutal beating she had given Michelle moments ago.She
walked slowly into the kitchen by the doorway leading to the cellar and
put sat Michelle on a counter like she was new crystal. There was a sense
of eerie affection growing that could not be understood, as Michelle
seized her opportunity. After being placed on the counter, she kept her
legs around Debbie. "I'll open the safe. But wait, I-I'm feeling really
weird right now."  "You gonna make it?" Debbie asked. "I think I'll
survive,  gimme a minute." Michelle's hands were around Debbie's
shoulders, as she got up the guts to rub them. Debbie's eyes closed to
Michele's delight, as she continued. So solid, so strong was these
shoulders and arms, she rubbed  Debbie's tight neck and back as Debbie
put her head back. She rubbed, oh she rubbed. Without warning, Debbie's
eyes snapped open, Michelle terrified, but only to be ripped off the
counter, this time Debbie running with Michelle into a bedroom. She threw
her on the bed, jumped on top of her humping her and licking her ear.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, was only doing a job. You don't have to give it to
me." Michelle in a state of orgasmic craziness asked Debbie if she could
touch her. Michelle thought she would explode as she rubbed her feet. So
soft so smooth, legs so smooth but so deadly. They both entered a large
tub, Debbie sitting in back of Michelle with her legs wrapped around her.
Michelle sat in dreamland, feeling such strong walls gently hold her. So
protected. So safe. To be continued