Squeezers   a fictional story from India  
by Buster King



It was long since I had seen my aunt and uncle. They stay only 400 miles away
from us, but urban life and high school, followed by university education kept
me away from them. After about 7 years of their marriage that I visited, I was
about to meet them again. In the meanwhile I was conjuring whatever I briefly
remembered from their marriage ceremony. I was about 15y old that time. She
was tall for a woman (about 5' 8") and thick- boned with fat on her making her
look fairly big with 14.5 inch flabby arms. My uncle was also fat enough to
exceed her size. I tried and failed to remember much more as I looked forward
to the vacation visit.

As the train pulled in, my heart leaped to see their faces alongwith their 5y
old son. My uncle had not changed a whole lot from what I remembered. But the
aunt looked a little different and I could not make it out why it was the
case. After a few rounds of hugs and half-spoken sentences, we reached home in
their car.

My uncle was an insurance officer and worked about 12-15 hrs a day. He was
away most of the day with work and related visits. His schedule was arduous to
say the least. My aunt took care of her son very strictly and the house by
herself. The kid was in kindergarten and away from home for 8 hrs a day
anyway. She sits down for afternoon soaps in the TV after lunch and watched Tv
till evening. She took care of shopping and me also and politely but firmly
refused all help. One regular feature was her shopping every alternate day for
a couple of hrs in the afternoon.

One day she was preparing rice batter for Indian pancakes on the grinder.
Though a tumbling model, it had stone laid in for the grinding and was fairly
heavy. I usually help my mother wash it at home but with some difficulty. I
was waiting for my aunt to finish with it so that I can help but must have
fallen asleep. When I was awake, she was away on her shopping day. The grinder
was clean as clean could be. I was a little surprised. I asked about this to
my aunt when she came back and she said "I am not a flower stalek. I can help
myself!!!"

She was wearing a half-sleeved Indian blouse that only half-covered her delts
and a saree (an eight-yard-long cloth that is tied around the hips and drapes
across the breasts to the shoulder). The way she was wearing it show-cased her
body to me for the first time that I noticed it a little closer. Her trapezii
were thicker and bigger than my university lifters!! She did not have very
thick but very well defined forearms, wrists, and biceps that begged
attention. Her abs were dancing to the tune of the soap's title song. She
noticed my eyes going all over her and said "Yes, you're thinking right. I am
not a fat lady anymore, though I do not let my old impression wear down among
others". I said "Well, prove it to me then".

She then said "I accept your challenge" and offered her right hand for a
handshake to acknowledge it. I took her hand and then it happened. I do not
remember how long I screamed or when she left my hand down!!!! Her curvy but
firm fingers had squeezed my hand so hard I was afraid I had a fracture!! And
I had a hand that was very tolerant to pain; even many strongmen in my
university failed to squeeze my hand well enough to hurt me. She then said,
"Ow what happened kiddo?? This weak lady hurts you??" Before I knew what was
coming next she held my trapezii in her two hands in a nerve hold, thumbs in
front and four fingers behind and gave a "leetle" squeeze, atleast according
to her. I screamed to the skies, and heard the scream almost deafening
myself!! I never had felt such pain before ever!!! Not even when I was beaten
badly before my triumph over a vicious streetfighter at my hometown. She then
said "O my dearie! That was only a twentieth of my strength!!" I was
positively scared. Was it not for such a young age with an active heart, I
might have died of a heart attack from terror!!!

She said "Ok strong man. flex for me will ya??" I had not the guts to refuse
her and slowly flexed my biceps for her. I had about 13 in. thick arms very
vascular, and hence was third in my class in armwrestling. Of course the first
two guys were huge hulks about twice my size and were powerful enough to beat
me down. Even then I wore them out with my stamina many a time.

Again she squeezed my biceps to pulp and had me screaming in seconds!!!

I could not take it anymore. I said "I give, I give!!"

"Oh, not so soon baby!!!" she said, and then said "I challenge you back,
buddy. You have 5 chances to hurt me and make me scream. 2 more than I took
for you. You even win one and I am your WEAK SLAVE!!!! BUt you loose and then
I decide what I do with you, OK??" I could not believe what was happening. I
badly, very badly wanted to run away from fear. I suddenly made a dash to the
door but she grasped my leg calves in her hands in a flash. I could not move a
millimeter as she suddenly put her thumb at the back of the thigh-calf joint
and found a nerve. Pain again made me scream and paralysed me for a moment!!!

She quickly released the hold and said, "No tricks young man!! Even your uncle
does not bother me this much!!! How do you even dare!!??"

I resigned to my fate and said "Well, give me 10 mins to recover and I shall
be ready". She thought it fair and was sitting with me for 10 mins, after
which I was a little better but my arms were very sore.

I said "But you have to co-operate with whatever I ask". She said "Most
certainly I will!"

I asked her to sit straight. I then used my thumb and loaded my body weight on
it to use a modified version of a nerve hold on her traps that I knew was very
effective. Immediately my thumb started hurting!! I was shocked. I then
stiffened it a little then it was better. Her traps bent a little but she was
smiling as never before. I gave up after 2 mins.

Next I asked her to extend her arm and found the nerve at the joint of the
forearm and biceps. I squeezed her very hard this time.Nothing doing!!! She
was smiling as if I was tickling her!!! I lost again.

I tried the hand shake this time but this was worser than day dreaming!!! Her
bones were so hard that my palm was hurting. Every moment my brain was
whirling more and more. I was amazed at such unknown strength.

I then suddenly tried to pinch her arm but to no avail again. There was no
loose skin nor fat on her arm!! I could not even grasp anything that would
trap within the thumb and forefinger.

I had not many more options. Her strength and tolerance befuddled me. She was
mocking at me "Noodle man, you have noodle bi's and arms that will not even
massage me" I was also upset and angry at loosing to her. I then thought of a
trump card that I had reserved. That the best have submitted to in no time!!

I said "CAN I use a pencil on you??" She readily acquisced.

I asked her to extend her left hand forward and picked her middle and ring
fingers. I put the pencil in between her fingers and pushed it all the way to
the base of the fingers. I closed them and then started applying pressure
suddenly on the outside just adjacent to the base on both sides of her
fingers. I then saw her jaw close a little tighter. I knew then that I had
hopes and went on and on; I saw her eyes widen a little but by that time my
arms were shaking!! I was terrified!!! What was this woman made of!!!

Is she even a biological specimen or what??

Afetr one more persistent minute, I gave up as my spent fingers gave way
automatically. She then said "That was a very good last shot lad, how did you
come across that??" I had a language teacher, very petite, but made all guys
at the University scream if they upset her in her class with this technique.
Even if petite, she had hard fingers and a lot of strength. I mentioned this
and she said "Well, learnt from a woman, huh?"

"you know what, lad? I want to punish you after which you shall never
challenge me again. But before that you have any wishes?" I certainly did and
asked to feel all her muscles. She said "Thats all??" and started flexing her
biceps. Slowly but surely her blouse extended, with slight sound of snapping
threads. Suddenly her arm exploded and her delts tore the blouse revealing a
soft-skinned but iron-muscled bronze-colored arm. I felt the arm and was in
third heaven. Her arms felt like metal pipes, that hard!!!

She then said "Time for your punishment" and then picked up the pencil!! I was
horror-stricken. What I could not even tolerate from a petite woman, can I
tolerate from this amazon?

She again read my thoughts and said "yes, you almost won. Only my superior
tolerance as a mother saved me, but I will never spare you!!" In no time the
pencil was in my fingers and the squeeze sent truckolads of pain. I screamed
forever until I fainted from the pain!!!!