Flight from heaven
By pk4hz600   Comments to pk4hz600@hotmail.com 
A powerful flight attendant makes herself at home


"You are now free to move about the cabin."

The seat belt light was turned off and David Rivers finally had a chance to
stretch his legs. "First class has less leg room each year" he thought to
himself, even though at 5'8", he had an easier time with the space limitation
than many other men. He was flying from Denver to Boston, to return home from
a three-day business trip that was so successful he had no doubt a promotion
would be sent his way within weeks. He felt like his career was way ahead of
anyone else he knew at 28, and he was on top of the world. If only there was
more room in first class for a stud like him!

The first class flight attendant came by to take his drink order, and although
he infrequently took advantage of the free liquor offered with first class
privilege, he felt like he wanted some wine, so he ordered a good merlot -
sadly, though it had a screw top. "Oh, well. I'll splurge back in Boston," he
thought. He had a date the next night with a woman he had been chasing for
months, a woman who worked at the gym he attended, a real hottie with a
magnificent figure. The first time he saw her he knew he'd get her. She was
short, maybe 5'2", but had the body of a gymnast - a lean, sinewy look he'd
always liked. He had imagined many times twisting and contorting her body to
meld against his own and overpowering her to do his bidding. He secretly hoped
that she'd put up a fight, though. That definitely turned him on.

But for now, David was stuck in his first class aisle seat with three hours to
go until he was home. Luckily the two seats next to him were empty, but that
didn't help him much with the legroom. The air was smooth and the flight
turbulence-free, the way he liked it, especially when he was drinking dark
wine. He laid back and thought about his chances for his date, and slowly
slipped into dreamland.

Suddenly he felt significant turbulence, and he was jostled. He awoke fast
enough to catch his wineglass before it spilled into his lap, staining his
khakis. The turbulence lasted for several minutes, and the flight attendants
ordered all passengers to return to their seats and fasten their seat belts.
The man on the aisle in the row in front of him was sweating profusely and
gripping the armrests. He appeared to be tremendously nervous. Seconds later
the man stood up, and he started to panic and wave his arms.

"I've got to get off! I've got to get off! I can't take this." He was freaking
out!

One of the flight attendants raised his hand from his chair and began to
unbuckle himself. "Sir, you must sit down. Please sit down sir."

The man continued to panic and went for the door. "The plane is going to rip
apart. We've got to jump!" The flight attendant grabbed him, but then David
realized that the panic-stricken man was huge, at least 6'4" and probably 250,
built like a linebacker. The flight attendant was much smaller, and was
obviously unable to control him. Two other passengers got up and tried to
tackle the man, but they were barely slowing him down. The other flight
attendant assigned to first class, a small woman barely five feet tall, didn't
get involved in the fray, but rather grabbed the public announcement phone.

"Rebecca, we need you up here. Thanks." She strangely appeared to be quite
calm, which unnerved David, so he unfastened his lap belt so he could assist.
As he was pulling himself out of the chair, he felt a hand on his shoulder
push him back down. He looked up and saw another flight attendant, a woman
with long brown hair, striding up to the tussle.

"What seems to be the problem?" she said in a calm tone. Her voice was soft
but stern, and David was immediately impressed by the confidence with which
she approached the situation.

The other flight attendants were in a panic almost equal to the wayward
passenger. The male attendant blurted out "Rebecca will you stop standing
there and take care of this man! He won't calm down and the three of us are
slipping. He's a big sucker."

"Let me off! Let me off!" The man continued to struggle to free himself from
the three men holding him and he began to pry their hands off of him.

Facing him, she reached her right arm to the front of his chest and swept him
back a foot or two, and then stepped in between the crazy man and the door.
She put his hand to his throat and said, "You can let him go now, Frank, I've
got him."

"I've got to get off." The man grabbed her wrist to remove it from his throat,
as Frank released his hold and then directed the other aiding passengers to do
the same. The only thing standing between the crazy giant and an open door was
Rebecca. The plane continued to buck in the turbulence, and David jumped up to
help, but Rebecca turned to him and waved him off.

"I've got it, sir. Take your seat and fasten your belt." For the first time
David saw her face. He couldn't move. The straight brown hair he'd already
seen sat atop one of the most beautiful faces he'd ever seen. Sparkling blue
eyes and a perfect complexion. He couldn't move. She pointed at his seat.
"Now." Embarrassed at being ordered by this woman, David sheepishly took his
seat and fastened the lap belt.

Rebecca turned her attention to the itinerant passenger. "Sir, you must calm
down. Please don't make me do this." David was surprised by the comment.
Looking at them, it was obvious that he was much larger. If he was 6'4", then
she couldn't be much more than 5'9" or maybe 5'10" - large for a woman, but
still no match. But he was grabbing at the sleeve on her wrist and she wasn't
letting go.

"Let me go you damn bitch. The plane is going to crack up. Let me go!" He took
a swing at her stomach and connected hard. Rebecca grunted, but she
immediately grabbed the top of his head with her right hand and, pulling it
down, placed it into the crook of her elbow, fastening it in a reverse head
lock.

"I'll have none of that sir." The man let out only a slight choking sound as
she held him tightly, stooped over, his eyes to the floor. She leaned her
weight on him and held him in place. With her left hand, she took his right
arm and twisted it behind his back. Then she stepped around him and pulled his
head back, forcing him to arch back while her arm remained around his neck,
cinched on his throat. His free hand continued to grope at the arm that held
his neck, but he couldn't budge it. She held him there and looked over at
David.

David was amazed that this woman had handled that giant so easily. She hadn't
even broken a sweat. He felt a stirring in his loins that he hadn't
experienced before from any scene like this. He'd never seen a woman overpower
a man before, and he found it titillating. He loved fit women, he knew that,
but this was different. He was dying to find out what she looked like under
that uniform. He could tell that she had a sizeable chest, but he the jacket
was too covering, and he couldn't her legs below the line of her skirt were
hidden from his sight by the seats in front of him. His hardening erection
started to emerge beneath the fabric of his pants, and it was poking right at
the lap belt. He adjusted the belt to relieve the pressure. His hardness was
noticeable, and he knew that when she looked over she noticed it. She looked
down at his crotch and smiled a bit. David guessed that noone else knew what
she was smiling at, at least he hoped so, but he certainly knew. She returned
her focus to subduing the wayward passenger.

"Now you're going to sit down and be motionless for the rest of the flight,
you hear?" The man let out a choked gasp. "I'm going to sit next to you for
the rest of the flight." Then the turbulence stopped. She looked at Frank.
"Where was he sitting?"

"2C, Rebecca."

The seats next to 2C were both taken. Rebecca looked back at the third row,
David's row, and saw the two empty seats next to each other. Still holding the
man's arm in a hammerlock and her other arm in an effective chokehold, she
spoke to David. "I doubt that you'd mind if we sat next to you. Do you mind
taking the window seat?"

David's mouth was dry. She was even more beautiful up close. "Not at all."
David went to stand up and then remembered that he wasn't entirely
presentable. Leaning forward to cover the protrusion from his lap, he shuffled
two seats over, much to the humor of Rebecca. Rebecca entered the row first,
taking the middle seat, and then pulled the man to the aisle. She place the
man's lap belt on him and then was given a length of stretch rope by the other
woman flight attendant, which she proceeded to use to fasten the man to his
seat. The cabin erupted in applause.

She stood up and raised her hands. "Please don't. I don't want this man any
more upset than he already is." She turned to David. "Thank you for moving
over." Looking at his crotch, she again smiled. "You need to put your lap belt
on. Let me help you." She reached over his legs to grab the male end of the
belt, then dragged it across his lap, resting her hand on his erect member and
holding the belt there, rubbing it slowly as she retrieved the female end from
between the seats, and then fastened him in. Tightening the belt made David
wince slightly, as it tightened again on his penis, so she reached to his
crotch and grabbed his member, moving it such that it was clear of the belt.
Then she patted his crotch and smiled at him. "Better?"

David was virtually speechless. "Was this included in the fare?" he thought.
He needed to fly this airline more often!

They sat and talked for the remainder of the flight. David peppered her with
questions. He needed to know more about this woman who could handle such a
large man so easily. He found out that she was 27 years old and had been a
flight attendant for 2 years. For four years after college, she played
competitive soccer in a women's league in Brazil, where she won several MVP
awards as a defender. She was based in Denver, where in her off time she
played soccer with several men's teams. Her passions were fitness and music
and she pursued both with fervor.

"Fitness? Do you do karate? Is that how you took that guy down?"

"No, I don't do karate. I do some kickboxing classes, and I do a lot of
cardiovascular work, and I lift weights."

"Lift weights - wow. But I didn't see you do any kickboxing on that guy. How
did you do it?"

"I'm just stronger than him. I overpowered him using better leverage and
superior strength. That's why I was called up here. The other flight
attendants knew I could."

"I find that so difficult to believe. You're large for a woman, but he's like
a football player." David eyed her up and down, and his eyes rested on her
arms, still covered by her jacket, and then moved down to her legs. She
crossed them slowly and could see a hugely muscled calf spring to life. Her
calf had to be bigger than his thigh! It was brimming with power.

She did the same to him, looking him over, and David noticed and was strangely
intimidated by her gaze. "I'm very strong, David." She continued to stare at
him until he could no longer maintain the gaze, and he looked back down at her
calves. She flexed her leg and the calf muscle bounced. "Do you like women
with big, strong legs, David."

He reset his gaze on her face. "I don't know. I've never met one." He paused
for a few seconds and looked away. "I like you."

Rebecca put a finger under his chin and lifted his head. "That's sweet. I
think you'll like more of me when we get to Boston."

"We're 25 miles outside of Boston" the loudspeaker announced, "and we'll be on
the ground in 15 minutes. Flight attendants please prepare for landing."

"Well, boys, I have to go." She put her hand on David's thigh. "Wait for me at
the gate." Then she stood up and stepped over the now docile wayward
passenger. Once in the aisle, she gripped his face in her hand, and said to
him, "Now you be good during landing, or I'll take care of you again." She
went back to the coach section.

The plane landed and arrived at the gate. Gathering his belongings, David
deplaned stood outside the gate pondering his options. "This could be a real
opportunity to bed a really unique woman. I want to get under that shirt - her
tits must be stupendous. But she's awfully intimidating. Maybe I'll just wait
for my little gym girl tomorrow night. I don't want to wear myself out." He
picked up his bags preparing to go, and as he turned, he felt a hand grip his
shoulder. He turned and it was Rebecca standing before him, towing her
carry-on bag. She had changed into a pair of heels and she was towering over
him, by at least 2 inches. It unsettled him to have her that much higher, and
he felt very small indeed.

"Thanks for waiting for me, David. I think you'll find I'm worth it." She took
his right elbow in her left hand and walked with him down the concourse. David
noticed that many men were looking his way, some snickering at the sight of
this larger woman walking with a smaller man, some staring at Rebecca as she
swayed by. Most of the gazes held at her chest, thrusting proudly from her
suit jacket, so obvious that her breasts were sizeable. David took a glance at
them again and his eyes came to rest. He wanted to touch them so badly his
mouth was watering. He couldn't keep his eyes off of them as he walked with
her, and he knew that she had to have noticed. He finally pulled his eyes away
and looked towards the windows, but Rebecca pulled his elbow.

He looked up at her as they continued to walk and she said softly, "You can
stare all you want."

"I'm sorry, they're just so...so...big."

"You'd be surprised. My breasts aren't really that large."

"I don't know what you're calibrating against!"

She giggled and they walked on. "Do you have a car here, David."

"No, I take a cab."

"Then let's go get a cab."

They walked to the cab line. In the line, David asked, "What hotel are you
staying at?"

"Well, I was going to stay with you, if it's ok." She brushed the side of his
cheek with her fingers, caressing his skin, and he became instantly aroused.
His body started to tingle, and then she lowered her head and gave him a soft
kiss, very soft such that their lips barely met, and his body went to jelly.
His knees started to buckle until he stood himself up straight, and even after
she released her lips from his he stood craning his neck, eyes closed, in
another world, even as she opened the cab door and called to him.

"Cab's here, David. Come on in." She got in first and he followed. He leaned
to her to try to kiss her again, and she stopped him. "The cab driver's going
to need to know where to go." She smiled, and he gave the driver his address.
Instantly he felt her hand at the back of his head and he was drawn to her
mouth, and she kissed him harder this time and did not let go. Her tongue
darted into his mouth and he was having trouble catching his breath in the
excitement. As he sat to her right and she held the back of his neck in her
right hand, she reached her left hand to his legs and lifted them from the
floor, and dragged them so they rested over her legs. David didn't even
notice, he was so engrossed in the kissing. He would have fallen backwards had
her right hand not been holding him upright. She placed her left hand on his
crotch and felt the hardness there. David let a slight moan emit from his
mouth, which made Rebecca smile. David put his arms around her neck and lost
track of time as she rubbed him intimately, opening his zipper and unbuttoning
the fly of his boxers and pulling his rigid cock out into the open where she
could touch and caress it.

David was in heaven and as the car come to a halt in front of his apartment,
he pulled back from the kiss and went for his wallet. The cabbie finally spoke
up.

"No charge, you two. You should be charging me for that show."

Rebecca opened the door and stepped outside. She took the bags out as well and
put them on the street. David began to slide to the door, but Rebecca took his
legs in her arm and then reached in and put her other arm behind his lower
back, and lifted him out of the cab, holding him in her arms in a cradle hold.
She kicked the door closed, but the cab didn't move anywhere, and David
glanced at the sideview mirror and saw the cabbie just staring at them. David
looked down at the ground and then at Rebecca's face.

"Put me down! You're going to drop me!"

"David, I can hold you like this forever, with only one arm. You're about to
find out how I conquered that idiot on the plane. And I assure you that you'll
like it." She lifted him up on her left side and guided his legs so that they
straddled her body. Lowering him again, she rested him on her hip, and then
holding him in place with one arm she lifted the bags in her other hand, and
walked with him to the door. "Now get your keys out."

There was noone on the street. "Thank goodness" he thought. He didn't want to
be seen like this. He took his keys and opened the front door.

"Which floor?"

"Fourth. The elevator's over..."

"We don't need to take the elevator." Rebecca walked up the stairs, and David
held on to her neck, praying that she wouldn't drop him. Around the third
landing, he finally realized that she could handle his weight easily.

"You really ARE strong."

She kissed him again. "Thank you sweetie." David pointed out the apartment and
let them in. David's apartment was bright and large, with Corinthian moldings
in the living room and brick walls in the kitchen. It was definitely a
bachelor pad - particle board furniture, futon couch, pool table in the corner
- but it had a style to it that told people that the resident had some serious
money, especially the wealth of electronics equipment situated around the
living room. Rebecca put David back on his feet and gave him his bag, and then
dropped her own bag and kicked off her shoes. Once her shoes were off, David
had a slight downward view of her, but just slight. Up or down, though, he
wanted those breasts.

"Where's the bedroom, David? I'd really like a tour of it" she cooed.

David pointed down the hall at a closed door. "It's in there, but I'd rather
stay out here." He walked over to the futon couch and sat down on it, his back
to her.

"That's OK, David. I'll make sure you get there." She walked up behind him as
he sat on the futon and reached over him, reaching her hand under his crotch
and attaching it to his butt. David gasped and grabbed at her arm, but could
not budge it. Grabbing his shirt collar, she lifted him up and over the back
of the couch. Holding him by his bottom, she adjusted him so that he slipped
over her arm, so that he was jackknifed over her arm as it was held akimbo,
head front. She bounced him up and down a few times and then took her bag in
her other hand. "So, back there, huh. Let's see what it looks like." She
walked him over to the closed door and then opened the door with a perfectly
thrown karate kick, blowing apart the doorknob. Seeing the bed in the corner,
she wound her body up and threw David across the room onto the bed.

David hit the wall with a thud after taking a bounce off the mattress. He
landed on his head, and he could see her striding towards him. As he lowered
his legs to get planted and prepare to run to get away from her, she grabbed
his feet in mid-air and pulled them so David flattened out on the bed on his
stomach. She continued to pull on his legs until he was holding on to the
bedspread by his hands, clutching the fabric as if it would protect him from
this woman who for a reason unknown to him was completely overpowering him in
his own house. Finally the bedspread came free from the mattress and his hands
reached to the floor to stop his head from hitting the rug. She continued to
hold his feet, lifting them higher, so that his arms straightened out to make
sure that if she dropped him he wouldn't bang his head. Her arms were above
her head holding him in place, and she turned him around in her grasp, and
then she released his right leg and held him there by her right arm, securely
around his left ankle. David kicked his leg slightly and his shoe brushed her
ear. She slapped the foot away and then reached down and grabbed his belt
buckle and pantwaist, holding him steadily there.

"We can't have you kicking me with these shoes, David. I don't want to have to
punish you." She removed his shoes with one hand while holding him suspended
upside down with the other.

David didn't like the feeling of her knuckles as they pressed against the base
of his penis while she held him by the belt buckle. It started to hurt a bit.
So did his pride.

"Please let me down. I don't know what you want from me, but please let me
down and leave."

"Want from you? Isn't it obvious what I want from you?" She turned him
rightside up and released him so he stood before her. Without his shoes, David
once again was shorter than her by a good half-inch. She grabbed his shirt
with both hands and lifted him up a bit so he was eye level, staring directly
into his eyes, which made David a bit uncomfortable for some reason. "I want
YOU." David shuddered, and in that instant she tensed her body and ripped
apart his shirt, buttons flying everywhere and sprinkling along the floor like
raindrops. His shirt split at the back from the force of her pull, and the
fabric hung from her grasp before his bare, sparsely-haired chest. She put her
hands under his armpits, her thumbs pressing into his chest flesh, and lifted
him up off the ground a few inches. "You had no idea that you'd be in this
position when you were staring at my legs on the plane, did you David?"

"No. I didn't, but please let me down. Your fingers are hurting my chest."
David struggled in her hands for a few seconds and then, when he realized that
she held him firm, ceased his struggles.

"Awww. The girlie is hurting the big strong man's big strong chest." She
squeezed his chest a bit, feeling how soft it was. "My, my. I'd bet you can't
even bench press 50 pounds."

This was an affront to David. He went to the gym almost every day, running and
lifting weights. He certainly could bench press 50 pounds - he could press 50
pound dumbbells for reps. Heck, he'd bench pressed 150 a few years earlier.
But he didn't know if he could hold a 160 pound man in his hands like she was
doing to him. He doubted it. "Who is this woman?" he thought.

Seeing the crinkling of his brow, it was as if Rebecca could read his
thoughts. "You already know, David. You're realizing it right now. And it's
time you found out the rest." She let him down, placing him on his feet, then
spun him around and reached her left hand around his waist to grab his pants
button. Her right arm she snaked around his neck, and holding him securely in
place, she unbuttoned his pants. She reached her fingers under the waistband
of his boxer shorts and grabbed his penis, half-turgid. "It's very important
that you're naked whenever you're with me, David. Here, let me help." She
tightened her arm around his neck, cutting off the oxygen flow slightly, and
then began to lower his pants down off his waist.

"No, no. Don't do that. Didn't you hear me? I said n-". Rebecca tightened her
arm more around his neck and cut off his voice.

David could feel her chest in his back, and it titillated him. And her arm
felt so hard to David on his neck. He reached his hands up to try to pry them
off, grabbing her forearm. It was hard. It was very hard, and he couldn't dent
it as hard as he squeezed. He could feel thick cords of muscle as he felt it
from her wrist to her elbow. He continued to feel up her arm and went above
the elbow, and he touched her upper arm. It was unbelievably hard, and big.
He'd never felt an arm so big and hard! He squeezed it but it was like
squeezing wood. He was squeezing and feeling with both of his hands, and he
was lost in the sensation so he didn't notice that his pants were already down
around his ankles. Her left hand was back on his crotch and she used that hand
to lift his body again so he was free of his pants and boxers, leaving him
only in his short black socks.

"Where did you get arms like these?" David asked her.

"You will learn all when I'm ready to tell you." She released him and spun him
off of her so that he faced her in his 90% nakedness.

David looked her over again with new eyes. Now that he realized how large and
strong and hard her arms were, he wondered if the rest of her was just as big.
He was intrigued. He wanted her to be naked with him so he could tell. How
could he do it?

Rebecca looked him over, too. His body was soft, and it would do just fine for
her. She looked intently at his feet, covered with the socks, then looked him
in the eyes. "Take off your socks."

David felt bold. "Take off your shirt."

SMACK. She let him have it with a sharp slap across the face. The force of the
blow knocked him over onto the bed. It hurt him more than anything had hurt
him in his life, even the broken arm he suffered in the third grade from
wrestling with his friends. He covered his face with his hands to protect
himself from her. Almost immediately afterward she grabbed his shoulders and
lifted him to his feet again.

"What was that for?"

"Don't talk back to me, David. I told you to take your socks off. I'm only
going to ask once more, and you'd better do it. Now, take off your socks." She
grabbed his hair and gave it a tug and then let him go.

David felt emboldened again, angry with her for hitting him. "No. Now, you get
out." He pointed to the door and began to grab for her shoulder to push her
out.

She slapped his arm away from her as he attempted to grab her. "Wrong answer,
David." She backhanded him across the face and again he teetered from the
blow. This time, however, she stopped his fall, holding him up while she hit
him with another slap across the face, and then another, and holding him up by
the hair, looking at his newly-misshapen face, she punched him in the stomach,
causing him to double over. A final quick, powerful knee to his lowered face
snapped his body backwards and he flew back onto the bed, crying in pain and
cowering in fear. Rebecca turned him over onto his stomach to sit on his back,
and then grabbed his ankles and removed his socks. "There, David. Now you're
naked, as I wanted, but I'm not sure that you've learned your lesson."

Rebecca felt so heavy to David while she was sitting on his back. He surely
felt that she was crushing him. As strong as her arms probably were based on
how hard they felt to him, her masochism was obviously even greater. David had
never been hit by a woman before, and he didn't like it at all. However much
he didn't want to continue to be pummeled by her, he had to admit to himself,
he was still intrigued by her. He didn't really want her to leave, but he
didn't want her to continue hitting him either.

"I don't know what lesson you want me to learn" he sobbed. "Do you want me to
learn how to bruise?"

"No, David. I don't want to have to hurt you." She got off of him and then put
one arm around his head, under and around his neck, and the other hand between
his legs and up his crotch, and then lifted him off the bed. Higher and higher
she lifted him until he was face up at the level of her eyes. "But I do want
to make sure you understand how much stronger I am than you. It should be
obvious by now, but I want there to be no doubt." She lifted him even higher,
shifting him in her grasp so that he was turned over and facing downward, and
then slammed him onto the bed, wrestling style. The slam was so powerful that
David thought that if it had been the floor underneath him his back would have
cracked.

David, stunned for a second, laid on his back for a few seconds. In those
seconds, Rebecca had already grabbed him by the hair and pulled half of his
torso off the bed. She stepped over his body, and with her legs on either side
of his chest, squeezed her legs together to trap him - arms included - in her
snare. She flexed her leg muscles a few times as a display of power for David,
and the pain in David's side was immediate and intense.

"Aarrgh. Stop, please" David pleaded. He thrashed his legs trying to get free.

Rebecca reached back and grabbed his cock and balls in her hand, squeezing
them sharply. David's thrashing ended quickly. Tweaking his nose, she said
"It's time you saw what you're dealing with." She slowly removed her jacket,
uncovering her lacy white shirt.

From his angle, she looked huge. Looking up at her, he saw how her breasts
jutted out so far from her chest, and her shoulders were wider than they
seemed under what he thought was a bulky jacket. Actually, the jacket wasn't
bulky at all. It was her.

Then she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, from the bottom up, so that she first
revealed her stomach, so tight, so small despite her large size, and she
flexed her ridiculous six-pack, the likes of which olympic sprinters would be
envious. A few more buttons uncovered her chest, and he was amazed that
despite the height at which they rested under her shirt, she was wearing no
bra. How did they stay up there? He was also surprised that they really didn't
look as huge as he'd thought. He doubted they were much more than his hands
could handle, but they stuck out very far from her chest. He didn't get a good
view of why, but as she finished unbuttoning the shirt he noticed a rift in
her chest up towards her neck, a rift which reminded him of that he would see
at the gym from the men who could really pound the weight and had big
pectorals. Did this woman have the same? He couldn't tell from his angle.

The sight of her was unbelievable to David. He just stared up at her, his
mouth agape, the saliva flowing. Her breasts far exceeded his wildest
imagination. She looked down at him and tweaked his nose, petting his cheek.

"I'm not done yet. The best is yet to come." She squeezed her legs again, and
he winced from the pain that it caused his arms and his sides.

"Her legs are so strong," he thought to himself.

"Yes, they are strong. It's more than just my legs, though" she said. David
considered how once again she seemed to read his mind. Was he this obvious?
She loosened her grip on his body and took his head in her hands and pulled
his body further forward. "I want to make sure you get a good look at this,"
she said to him.

She reached up to her right shoulder and rolled her shirt down off of it,
revealing first a cape-like protrusion above her shoulder line that was by
David's estimate the largest trapezius muscle he'd ever seen. He then looked
at her shoulder - and what a shoulder it was. It was huge, and striated from
the muscle underneath. He highly doubted that he'd be able to get his hand
around it. It looked like a huge, fleshy grapefruit, and the top of it had to
emerge a half inch above the rest of her shoulder line. She uncovered her left
shoulder, and for the first time David fully noticed her prodigious width.
From the end of one shoulder to the other, she was unbelievably wide - what
he'd attributed earlier to shoulder pads in her jackets he now realized
weren't pads at all. They were her. All natural.

Returning to her right arm, she rolled the sleeve down her arm, exposing her
upper arm muscles. As David stared in awe at the size of her arms, she took
the entire sleeve off of her right arm, and gave it a good flex. The muscle
jumped off of the bone, one big pile of power popping out just to say hello to
him. If her biceps weren't impressive enough, her triceps did the job. They
seemed to double the enormous size of her arms. Before he'd doubted he could
get his hand around her shoulder - now he was sure he couldn't get both around
her arm. With the shirt still hanging from her left arm, she raised her arm
and gave him a classic biceps flex. The muscles and veins were overloading
David's senses, and he passed out.

He was awakened a few minutes later by a splash of cold water on his face. He
was no longer trapped in her thigh vice. Instead, he was sitting on her lap,
his legs draped over her thigh, his back being propped up by her arm.

"I guess I showed you too much, too fast, eh David?"

David looked at her arms again and realized that he hadn't been dreaming.
"Your arms...they're...incredible. Can I...can I touch them?" He extended his
hand, but then unsure of how he should be acting, took it back.

She took his hand and pulled it back out into the open. "Of course you can.
Feel all you want, they're not going anywhere." David put his hand on her
upper arm, squeezing and petting the skin and the hard, savory muscle
underneath. He tried to encompass the arm, and was successful in getting a
good grip on the biceps, even though he couldn't make it all the way around.
Then he felt the muscle harden, and it began to grow in his hands. She was
flexing the muscle, and as it expanded he lost his grip and he realized that
he had been right before - there was no way he could get his hands all the way
around that meaty limb. He felt the crevice of her inner elbow, and traced the
vein that was raised from the skin, the passage that brought vitality and
strength to the tremendous muscles above. He again felt her forearm, this time
the inner side of the forearm, and this time without trying to get it off of
his neck. He returned his attention to her biceps, and as he rubbed it and
caressed it, he became uncontrollably hard, and without anything touching his
groin area, his penis began to quiver. Rebecca intermittently pumped her arm
in his grasp, the muscle expanding and contracting before his very eyes,
touching his very skin, and his cock quivered more and more until he released
an orgasm that shot semen several feet into the air. He moaned loudly and
gasped. Rebecca took his penis in her hand and stroked him to complete the
orgasm.

"That's a great compliment, David. Thank you." She kissed him on the lips, and
then she tickled his balls, but once again, he passed out.

Again, he was awakened with cold water to his face. This time David was back
on the bed. He looked up and saw Rebecca standing over him, her feet astride
his head. She was still topless, but still wearing a skirt. He could see
directly up her skirt, looking directly into the darkness of her womanhood and
noticing just barely the underwear hidden beneath. He could see the girth of
her legs, and it was breathtaking.

"I think it's time for another piece of the puzzle to be fitted, David." She
reached for the hook on the side of her skirt, and unfastened it. The skirt
drifted down slowly off of her waist, and held fast on her mid thigh,
revealing her black lace underwear, and the muscular top of her leg. The cords
that ran at the top of her quad were well defined and impressive. "My thighs
sometimes get in the way. They're just so darn big, David! Don't you agree."

David was in a trance. "Yes, they're stupendous."

Rebecca took the skirt in her hands and rolled it down her thighs, exposing
the massiveness of their power. But David couldn't see them, since her skirt
fell right on his face. He could smell her on the skirt, and he took a deep
breath and her scent overcame him. His eyes went back into his head and he
sighed. Not a deep sigh, but rather a high screeching sigh. She stepped out of
the skirt and kicked it off his face.

His view was now unimpeded, and he looked upon her legs in awe. They were so
thick and so defined. He reached up to her calf, which was humongous so close
to his face. Rebecca pointed her toe above him, and he grabbed her calf with
both hands. Like her arms, her calves were also too big, too broad, too
powerful for David to get his hands around. He felt her calf, the curves, the
slope, pushed and squeezed it. He let his hands roam upward as far as his
hands would reach, to just above her knee, and felt the muscles of her lower
hamstrings and let his eyes rest upon her underpants high above him.

Rebecca bent her knees and lowered herself slowly on top of him, so that ever
so deliberately her crotch approached his face. As her legs bent, David was
able to feel more of her massive thighs, and he was lost in the joy of her
muscular legs when her covered pussy was placed directly on his mouth.

David reacted poorly to this indignity. "Smmamrrf, rrrrlmlaarf." His words
were unintelligible, and he kicked his legs for a moment, but only a moment,
because Rebecca reached back and grabbed his testicles to stop his struggles.
She was successful.

Looking down at his eyes, which looked back at her pleadingly, she said, "Do
you want my underwear on or off, David?"

David shook his head up and down, affirmatively, "Rrmfff."

"I don't know what you said, but I'll take that as an off. Why don't you do it
yourself? Use your teeth David."

Rebecca leaned forward to give David access to the waistband of her underwear
with his teeth, and David craned his neck to reach it. He grabbed the elastic
and held on tightly. As Rebecca arose, the underwear didn't slip easily over
her bulging thighs. Instead, the strength of her legs lifted David's torso
right off the bed, up several inches, until the underwear gave way and rolled
slowly down her muscular gams, slowly depositing David back on the bed.

After she stepped out of the fabric, the underwear came to rest directly on
David's face, on top of his nose. He took a deep breath and smelled her
womanhood. "Ahhhhh" he moaned, and Rebecca put her toe into the fabric and
stuffed the garment all over his face, pushing it forcibly into his mouth,
holding it there while he gagged for a second and then extracting it still
using her toes. David looked up at Rebecca as she stood above him. The muscle
bound goddess stood with her arms akimbo, flexed such that he could see the
biceps jumping off her bone. Her perfectly round deltoids capped her shoulders
with sexy power. The ridiculously tight waist, trailing down to her perfectly
shaved, diamond-shaped bush. Good god he wanted that bush. He wanted to stick
his cock inside her and show her who was really the boss. And boy was his cock
hard. He'd always liked fit women, but not like this one. This one was
overboard. It was titillating to him, what they could do together, what he
could make her do.

He hatched a plan...he'd take her down, get on top of her, and screw her
lights out. He had some rope in the closet, and he'd tie her to the bed and
make her his. It would be so wonderful. But the first step was to get her
down. How hard could that be? He reached up her leg, slowly moving his hand up
her calf, and up past her knee, feeling the smoothness and hardness of her
leg, and she moaned a bit. She was off guard, and he had her. Or so he
thought.

Suddenly, he grabbed her calf harder and twisted his body, attempting to twist
her leg and knock her off her feet. His body tensed, and he pulled on her with
all of his strength. But she did not budge. He reached up and grabbed her knee
and twisted again, but the only movement was of Rebecca lifting her leg,
carrying him up with her. Rebecca began to kick her leg to shoo him off, like
a parent shaking off a clinging child. David held firm and gave one more
twist, using the bed for leverage, and she began to fall onto the bed.

Rebecca hit the bed on her back, with David still on her knee. "Interesting",
she said dispassionately. David took the opportunity and jumped onto her
torso, putting his hands onto her biceps to hold her arms down, and putting
his body on top of hers. Directly on top of her, the comparison was stark. She
was so much broader, so much thicker, so much wider than he was. But despite
that, he believed that the force of his weight would keep her down. He was
getting winded from the effort, though.

"There <gasp>", David said as he looked down at her again, taking in her
exquisite beauty. "This is what all women want – the man on top. And now we’ll
see which sex controls in the bedroom!" He shifted his body so that his hard
cock was positioned to enter her, and he put used one leg to pry one of her
legs open.

Rebecca was not struggling. "Ooh, Davey-poo. I love it when a man tries to
take control of me. It’s so erotic." She loosened her legs to give his turgid
penis access.

David noted his success at levering her legs apart, and looked down to see
that she was already wet for him. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her! It
was working! He began to insert himself, but missed slightly and his tool
slipped down between her thighs. Immediately, she clamped her thighs shut and
locked him in place. David tried to extract his still-rigid cock, but he
couldn’t budge it.

"What’s the matter, David? Take control with that cock!" David looked down at
her, and she was smiling at him. Smiling!

He released her left biceps with his right hand and reached down to his penis
and tried to pull it out. He tugged and tugged, but to no avail. He let go and
grabbed her arm again, and squeezed as hard as he could to force her to free
him. Even though her arm was unflexed, there was no give to it. She began to
intermittently squeeze his cock, putting unbearable pressure on it for a few
brief seconds before giving him a respite. The pain was too much for him to
bear – he feared that she’d ruin him. He let go of her arm and pounded on her
chest with his fist, but the only pain was to his own hand. Her thick pecs
were like granite. He pounded on her biceps with the same result.

Grabbing her upper arms again, he arched his back and screamed "Please!"
Rebecca gave a deep, throaty laugh and released his cock from her muscle vice,
but at the same time took control of his ankles with her feet, holding them
tightly together so that David could not get off of her. David collapsed from
his arch onto her, his head nestling against hers. Rebecca put her arms around
David’s back, holding him tightly to her bosom. Then she moved her arms down
him and started to reorient his body, pulling him perpendicular to her body.

David, spent from his efforts, gave no struggle. She reached over him and
pulled him over so that he was facing up, and then placed her left hand under
his neck and her right hand under his ass and declared to David, "It’s time
for some exercise, and you, my little boy, are my weights." Then she proceeded
to bench press his entire bodyweight once, twice, a third time...over and over
again. After about twenty reps, she added difficulty to the exercise by
throwing him a few inches off of her hands and then catching him on the way
down.

David was alert during this entire experience, and was truly staggered at the
way this woman could press his 160 pounds so easily. He doubted he could do 5
reps at the gym with his weight, and she had done at least 30, with his more
difficult, more malleable body to boot! Was this woman human? If so, she had
to be a superior human, certainly superior to him physically in every way –
looks and strength. How could he feel any emotions other than respect,
admiration, and, yes, love for this woman who had taken over his evening and
at this point his life. Feeling the hard nipples of her breasts in his back,
he became uncontrollably aroused. His cock was so incredibly hard – he wanted
her so badly.

Rebecca noticed his arousal. She rested him on her chest, still face up, and
reached through his legs for his cock, stroking it a few times. David moaned.
She once again reoriented his body, parallel but opposite to hers, his crotch
up against her chin.

Still stroking his cock, she said, "It’s time that you got some candy, baby.
But I doubt you’ll last long." She took his balls in her mouth, and still
stroking his cock, licked them and sucked them while David let his hands feel
the arms that had so fully dominated him all night. He was about to come, but
just before he crested that hill, she clamped down on his cock and prevented
his climax. She started stroking again, but once again did not let him climax.
She teased him and controlled him like this several times. David was desperate
to come. He was whimpering with need. But there was no release forthcoming.

Rebecca pushed him off of her. She stood up on the bed, and when David tried
to get up, put her foot on his chest and pushed him back down on the bed.

"David, you’ve been a good boy for me tonight. Do you now understand that you
can never compete with my strength?"

"Yes, Rebecca."

"And, knowing this, you will obey my wishes? You give yourself to me?"

David thought for a second. He looked up at her body – all of those muscles,
all of that power. The thought of giving himself up to a woman he’d only just
met hours earlier would have made him ill just two days before. Hell, the next
night he was supposed to have a date with this hot little ticket that would
have been eating out of his hand normally, but now...now...he didn’t know how
to feel. But deep down, he did. He wanted this amazon woman. He liked the
feeling of being protected, of being handled so easily such that all he had to
worry about in life was how to serve her. She would take care of him
otherwise. Sure, the punishment could be painful if he failed her, but he was
willing to take that chance for the opportunity to lay with her, his head on
her heavily muscled chest, resting his arms on her huge arms, her powerful
legs wrapped around him.

"Yes, Rebecca. I give myself to you."

"Kiss my feet, boy." She pointed her toe directly at his mouth, and he craned
his neck to suck on her big toe, kissing all around it. He held her foot, and
his hands traveled up to her calf, feeling the 18 inches of hardness. Then
Rebecca pulled her foot away. "Don’t you move or else I’ll have to get angry."
David shivered at the thought. He watched her jump down from the bed, her
muscles stretching and flexing as she landed. She walked over to her bag,
reached into it and pulled out some thin rope, pulled on the sides to made
sure it was tight, and then reached into her bag again and pulled out a hammer
and some nails with loops at the end. Carrying these items she walked back
towards David, and noticed that his erection was beginning to subside.

"Don’t you find me attractive, David? Why are you losing that beautiful
boner?" she pouted.

David’s eyes opened wide. He looked her over, from those broad, capped
shoulders to her tiny waist, flaring thighs and bulging calves. "I think
you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Please come here and take me, make me
yours, let me come inside of you."

Rebecca walked up to him and grabbed his balls again, tickling them and
licking her lips. David gasped, preparing for what he was sure was coming. He
was so excited! But then she backed off. She stepped back and, with a devilish
grin, she began a flexing show that was something he never dreamed of, but
surely would for the rest of his life. Every muscle was shown in perfect
relief. He could take it no more – he reached for his cock to give himself
release, but as he touched it, he felt her hand on his, pulling it away.

"Don’t you dare touch that. I don’t want you to ever touch your cock again –
no more masturbating. It belongs to me now." Then she returned to her flexing
show. Minutes later, as she was flexing her back muscles in a ridiculous back
double-biceps pose, he instinctively reached again for his cock. He stroked it
a few times before she turned her head around and noticed him. David continued
to stroke but within seconds her hand was upon his again, and pulled it away
more fiercely this time, and this time she added a smack to the face to make
her point. David squealed from the pain.

"I said that you were not to ever touch your cock again. Don’t make me say it
again or you will get more than just a slap. Understand?"

"Yes."

"UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes, Rebecca." She stared him down until he looked away, unable to keep
looking at her, practically subjugating himself to her with his eye contact.

"You do not deserve to receive my gift of muscle tonight. I’m going to bed
now, and it’s time for you to get ready for bed, too."

"Please give me release. I must have release!" David begged.

"No. You will get no release from me tonight." Rebecca looked at his quivering
cock and shook her head. "Now don’t move." She stood up on the bed and took a
nail and hammered it into the wall above the bed, and then went to the
opposite side of the room and similarly hammered a nail into the other wall.
Then, after pulling David’s body so his legs dangled off of the bed, she took
the rope and tied a loop around his balls and cock at the center of the rope
and tightened it until he winced. David’s boner began to subside from the
pressure. Then she took each end of the rope and looped it through and tied it
to the nails on each side of the room, making sure the rope was completely
taut, so that if David moved even one inch he would feel pain in his
testicles.

"Why are you doing this?" David asked.

"Because I can’t have you going off somewhere in the apartment during the
night to ingratiate yourself. I know your type, David. I’ve dealt with your
type before, even men much bigger and stronger than you, and they always end
up like this...completely under my authority. You, your cock, your semen –
they are all under my control. Do you understand?"

David was in awe of her dominant attitude, and he liked it. "Yes, Rebecca."

Rebecca leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Good night, honey."

"Good night Rebecca."

She pushed his head back down onto the bed, and then crawled over him, lying
on top of him so that her womanhood was on his face. Her sturdy, muscular legs
draped over his torso. "David, I want you to place your hands on my ass for
the entire night, do you understand?"

David took a cheek with each hand and held it. He tried to squeeze each one,
but they were too solidly muscular. He then tried to respond, but his mouth
was fully covered by her crotch. He just nodded up and down.

"That felt good, David. Good night." She reached over and turned the light
out, and then proceeded to shift her crotch so David’s nose was prodding her
clit. Then she grinded his nose until she came onto him, her juices flowing
down his nose and into his mouth. They tasted wonderful to David, and soon she
was asleep and he lay there still, his hands on her ass, afraid to move and
wake her up. He realized that he was truly a willing slave to this woman, and
he’d do anything to make sure she was happy with him. Eventually he drifted
off to sleep.

The next morning, after Rebecca woke up and rolled off of David, she untied
him and announced that she would go out to get them some breakfast. While she
was gone, David relaxed on the couch and could only think of Rebecca. He
thought of every muscle on her taut, powerful body, and the thought aroused
him like he’d never been aroused before. Within seconds, his hands were on his
erect cock and he was stroking himself, beating himself off thinking about
her. He cleaned himself off and returned to the couch, and several minutes
later Rebecca came back.

"Breakfast is served, honey. I brought some..." She looked down at him and,
well, she just knew. She dropped her bags and jumped over the couch and
grabbed his testicles, which made him seize up with fear. She prodded them,
sniffed them, and finally licked them. Then she slapped his face. "I though I
was very clear that you were not to gratify yourself. Was I unclear?"

"But...but..."

"WAS I UNCLEAR?" She grabbed his face and pulled him to his feet.

"But...no, Rebecca."

"Did you whack off, you freak?"

David paused, and she hit him again, and he fell over to the floor. "Yes, I’m
so sorry."

"Sorry’s not enough, bitch." She kicked him with those meaty thighs and to
David it felt like he’d been hit by a bulldozer. He doubled over in pain, and
Rebecca wrapped him up tight, forcing his knees into his face, and lifted him
clean off the floor, and slammed him to the ground. Then she pulled him to his
feet and threw him into the wall, following him there to hold him on his feet
while she put her hand to his throat. His look was one of pure fear. She
started punching and kicking him over and over until he sagged in her grasp.
Barely alive, she asked him, "Which hand did you use?"

"My right. I’m so sorry, please stop hurting me."

"Your right, eh? Well you won’t use that again." She reached back and gave a
huge roundhouse punch to his upper right arm and her hand went straight
through. The crack was obvious – she broke his arm. He screamed and then
passed out from the pain.

When he awoke, his arm had been set and put in a cast. He was in his bed and
Rebecca was sitting on the edge of the bed in her clothes, putting on her
shoes. He groaned and Rebecca turned around.

"I set your arm, and I went out to get you enough food for the next two days.
I have to go to work and I’ll be back in two days, okay? You are not to leave,
you are not to put on any clothes, and you are not to touch yourself. I’ll
know, and if you cross me again it will be a leg this time." She didn’t give
him a chance to respond, she just walked out the door.

David did as she demanded over the next two days, and when she returned she
rewarded him by giving him a posing show. For the next several months, the
pattern was the same – when he obeyed he was rewarded with a show, but never
given release. He was going crazy with desire for her, and his testicles were
swollen beyond belief from the buildup. His arm was largely healed, and she’d
taken off the cast, and after one long trip, four days, she returned and found
him lounging on the couch, completely naked. She grabbed him and picked him up
and took him to the bedroom.

"It’s time for me to see how much we’ve stored up, David. I’m going to make a
withdrawal right now, and I’d bet it’s going to be a powerful spurt. I love
the feeling of a powerful spurt, don’t you David. I just can’t wait."

She stripped down to nothing as quickly as she could, and noticed that she
wasn’t getting an immediate reaction from David. "What’s the matter, honey,
don’t you find my muscles appealing anymore?" She gave a most muscular pose,
showing off her unbelievable arm and trap development and a deep chasm down
the middle of her chest. Then she gave an unreal double biceps pose- the
muscle seemed to jump out of her skin!

David sighed, "Yes. I love your muscles. I love you." And he meant it. His
cock sprang to life! "Please take me!"

Rebecca mounted him and rode him until he came into her, and they both had an
amazing orgasm together, and David passed out again. When he awoke, there was
a note on his chest:

"You won’t see me again, except for in your dreams. Thanks for a great one.
Rebecca."

David dreamed about her every night.