House party humiliation
By MxdWrstlngFan@hotmail.com
Muscle-bound hunk gets beat up my mysterious muscle woman.

"Well, yes indeed, I work out, how did you know?" Tony said with a laugh to 
the cute little blonde looking up at him with hungry eyes.  He raised his 
glass of wine to his lips, making sure to flex his impressive right bicep as 
he did so.  His eyes narrowed a bit and he smirked as he noticed the blonde 
noticing it.
"You know, I've got a cute little apartment just a few blocks from here, 
where it's much quieter and we can, you know, talk, without all of these 
people around," the little blonde said nearly in a whisper so Tony would 
have to lean in to hear her.
Tony was about to accept her offer and was trying to think of something to 
say when a loud cheer from the other side of the room interrupted him.  He 
and the blonde both looked over and saw a crowd of people, stacked three 
deep, all in a circle and apparently intently watching something.  Tony 
remembered there was a small table in that area earlier and thought that 
perhaps they were playing some sort of game.  He couldn't see the table, but 
he heard a female say, "OK, well, next challenger, I guess."  On its right 
side the crowd moved a bit as someone was obviously moving towards the 
table.  The space left open by whoever moved was quickly taken by others 
trying to get a better view of whatever action was taking place.
Despite being so close to another conquest, Tony was curious enough to walk 
over and see what was happening.  He couldn't really get any kind of a view 
because the crowd was too deep.  He suddenly heard a knock like knuckles 
hitting wood, and then the crowd cheered again.
Tony tried to push forward to get a better view, when a face turned and 
recognized him.
"Well, hey, it's Tony!  I didn't see you earlier at the party!  What's up?" 
said a balding little nerdy man in a short-sleeved button-down shirt.  It 
was Ralph, a guy Tony sometimes trained at the gym.  Ralph was a nice guy, 
but Tony could barely stand him.  He was the kind of little four-eyed loser 
Tony used to beat up in high school and now made something like five times 
Tony's salary.  Whenever Ralph drove up to the gym in his fully-loaded 
Mercedes and walked in to begin another useless, hopeless session in an 
attempt to get (as Ralph would put it) "pumped up," Tony would shake his 
head and mutter to the other trainer, "Holy shit, the meek really WILL 
inherit the Earth!"
Tony ignored Ralph's pleasantries and asked, "What the hell is going on over 
at the table?"
"Well, I'll show you," Ralph grabbed Tony at the right elbow and began to 
pull him through the crowd.  "Here's you next challenger, my friend, Tony!"
Tony rolled his eyes at the "my friend" part and allowed himself to be led 
through the quickly parting party guests.  When he came to the center of the 
circle he found a small, round, oak table with two chairs.  The chair on the 
right was empty and the chair on the left was occupied by the most amazing 
women Tony had ever seen.
Her jet black hair was cut short to about halfway down her neck.  Her tight 
dress matched her hair and barely made its way to the upper part of two 
large, muscular thighs that she had crossed in a casual fashion.  Her tanned 
face turned towards him and she looked up with large, emerald green eyes.
"Well, this one's bigger than the rest, but he'll do just fine," she 
announced and cocked an eyebrow at him.  He barely heard what she said.  He 
was concentrating on her awesome upper-body.  Never had he seen shoulders 
and deltoid muscles like that on a woman.  Her arms were even more 
impressive.  They were hard, vascular and quite huge, even in repose.
She leaned back, put her right arm over the back of her chair and motioned 
towards the other with an opened left hand.  "Take a seat big guy and see if 
you can beat the champ," she said smoothly with all of the confidence in the 
world.
"Well," Tony began, returning from his mesmerized state, "what exactly is it 
that we're playing?"
"Oh, its a little game called 'Get your ass kicked in arm-wrestling by an 
Amazon.'  Everyone is doing it, big guy," she said with a chuckle.
"Alright, I'll play along, but don't blame me if you get hurt," Tony 
responded as he sat down.
Her legs stilled crossed the woman leaned closer and put her right elbow on 
the table.  "Just put your little hand right here, cutie-pie and let's get 
it on."
Tony put his hand in hers and at once felt a very strong grip.  The woman 
watched and smiled knowingly at his realization.  "I'll tell you what, you 
say when to go, OK muscle-boy?"
"Fine, we'll start at 3, OK with you?"
The woman just nodded.
"One...two...THREE!"
Tony tried to push down with only half of his strength, thinking that it 
would be an easy task to defeat this woman, even if she was pretty strong 
for a female.  However, her arm didn't budge; it didn't even waver or shake. 
  Their locked hands just remained there in the middle of the table.  So, 
Tony pushed harder and harder.  Soon his face was red with effort and a 
small but audible grunt came from his throat.  Still the hands went nowhere.
Then, slowly but surely, they began to move - in the opposite way.  At first 
Tony just stared, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.  Then 
reality hit him.  She was pushing his arm down to the table.  He redoubled 
his efforts, but to no avail.  He looked across the table at his opponent, 
hoping that perhaps she was showing signs of tiring.  He saw no noticeable 
effort etched in her tan, beautiful face.  Rather, it was the same look of 
confidence she had at the beginning of the match.  Suddenly, Tony got the 
feeling he was in a trap.
She cocked her eyebrow again, blew him a kiss from across the table with her 
left hand and then slammed his arm down.  As his knuckles meet with oak, 
there was a brief silence and then a loud cheer came from the spectators.
Tony just looked down at his pinned right arm in disbelief, almost as if it 
wasn't his, as if he was one of the spectators watching the show.  He gave 
the woman a glazed, defeated look.  She just smiled, and while holding down 
his right arm, flexed her massive left arm.
"You want another go, big guy?" she asked it a taunting voice.  "Perhaps 
with the left arm this time?"
"Umm, ok, let's do it," he mumbled, without thinking.
They set up again, and he braced himself.  Once again, he counted to three, 
but this time he immediately gave put all of his strength into the effort.  
The result, however, was the same as the first time:  No movement 
whatsoever.  The woman looked across the table with mock concern and said, 
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you something.  I'm left-handed."  With 
that she pushed his arm down towards the table, within a couple of inches of 
defeat.
"Any final words before I defeat you again?"
Tony just looked at her, pain, effort and humiliation all etched in his 
face, now bright red with effort.
"No? OK, then."
And it was all over.
The gathering around the table cheered wildly.  The woman stood up and Tony 
could see that in her heels she was over 6' tall.  She looked down at him 
without a smile or hint of sympathy for the embarrassment she just caused 
him and shot him a double bicep pose.  Her round, peeked biceps came to full 
attention, and he could feel his cock strain against his tight jeans.  The 
people in the crowd were making comments that he could hear despite the 
clapping and cheering.
"I can't believe she beat that guy!"
"That dude's huge and she still put him down with no effort!"
"She's amazing, simply amazing."
"There's gotta be some sort of trick to it..."
Suddenly, Tony jumped up and shouted, "That's it!  There is some sort of 
trick to it!  Yeah, some people are really good at this arm-wrestling 
bullshit, because they just know how to do it.  It really doesn't have 
anything to do with strength or athleticism."
Some of the party guests moaned and muttered, "Oh, please!" and "Sure thing, 
loser," but others were more receptive to Tony's plea.  Ralph chimed in for 
his "friend."  "Hey, I know how much this guy can lift and no woman can do 
what he does in the gym.  Maybe he's right.  Maybe there is some sort of 
trick to it," Ralph offered and then he caught a glimpse of the muscular 
women giving him a hard stare and retreated from his statement somewhat.  
"Well, Samantha did win fair and square, though," he said and looked down at 
his shoes.
Samantha raised her hand to stop the discussion.  "OK, fine then.  Mike and 
Janice, where are you?"
Mike and Janice were the couple hosting the party.  They both came forward 
through the crowd.
"Mike and Janice, if it's OK with you guys we can have ourselves a little 
wrestling match right here in your living room. Just me and Mr. Muscles over 
here," Samantha said with more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice.  "We can 
pull back some of the furniture and get that mat you guys have in the 
basement."
Mike and Janice had a large mat on the floor of their basement that they 
used when they either one of them was watching exercise videos.  Janice, 
however, wanted to take her training to "another level," as she called it 
and joined a women-only gym in her area.  That's how she met Samantha.
Mike offered to get the mat and Janice started asking some of her other 
guests to help her move the furniture.  Samantha moved around the table 
towards Tony.  In her heels she stood before the 6'2" Tony eye-to-eye.
"What's your name, big guy?"
"Tony O'Neill."
"Nice to defeat you, Tony.  I'm Samantha Mueller.  Are you ready for our 
little match?"
"Look, don't you think this has gone far enough?  I mean, what the hell are 
we going to wrestle in, our underwear? This is ridiculous!"
Samantha looked at him sideways and said, "You're not scared of me kicking 
your ass in a full-blown, all-out wrestling match in front of all these 
people are you?  Because if you are, I'm still going to kick your ass, so 
you might as well try to put up a fight, whether you're in your underwear or 
not."
"Fine lady, we'll do it," Tony replied angrily and pulled off his 
short-sleeved polo shirt to reveal the upper-body of a man who obviously 
spent a great deal of time in the gym.
"Oh, you're so brave to take a little woman like me on," she said back to 
her mocking tone again.  "Let me go and take this dress off and we'll get 
started as soon as Janice and Mike are ready to go."
With that she walked out of the room and disappeared down the hallway.
Tony looked around the room and saw pairs of eyes stealing glances at him. 
He stripped down to a pair of tight Under Armour under-shorts and ignored 
the excited giggles coming from some of the female party guests.  He glanced 
around the room and found the little blonde he was talking to before.  She 
seemed a bit confused by what was taking place.  Someone had told her about 
the match, but she didn't quite know to make of what she had been told.  She 
couldn't believe this big hunk she had just been flirting with had lost to a 
woman.
Suddenly, the crowd blocking the hallway parted and Samantha, dressed in a 
white cloth robe she had borrowed from Janice, stepped out onto the large 
mat that the hosts had put down.
"Ready to go, big guy?" she asked.  "Are you ready to beg for mercy?"
With that question still hanging in the air, she dropped the robe to reveal 
the most awesome body Tony had ever seen.  She was huge but symmetrical, 
thick but well defined; she seemed to be cut from granite, but with a layer 
of tan, silky skin.  She hit several poses as Tony and the rest of the party 
guests gaped.
"Um...well...You certainly look good, but looking good is one thing, and 
wrestling good is another," Tony stammered, struggling to stay confident.
"Oh, I assure you, I wrestle real well," Samantha said with a chuckle and 
looked about the room.  "Do we have someone here who wants to be a ref?"  
Mike stepped forward and offered.
"I'll do it, if someone can explain the rules to me."
"How about this," Samantha began, "I want to make sure that Tony here can't 
claim that my defeating him was a fluke, so I propose we make this a best 
out of five wrestling match with 3 minute rest periods.  No punching, 
kicking, scratching, biting or any of that crap.  You can win by...oh, I mean, 
I WILL WIN, by pin, submission, or knockout.  Is that OK with you, big guy?"
"Sure," said Tony, avoiding looking directly at her, "that's fine with me.  
Let's get this over with."
"Alright, then," said Mike, "you guys get in opposite corners of the mat and 
when I say so, come out and start wrestling."
Mike asked some of his guests to move back from the mat for their own safety 
and declared, "OK, begin!"
Samantha confidently moved out to the center of the ring and offered Tony a 
Test of Strength.  Tony backed off a bit, looking tentative and nervous.
"Come on, Tony," Samantha said while motioning him towards her, "what are 
you afraid now after I kicked your ass in arm wrestling?"
Tony moved in and took the challenge.  He poured everything he had into it.  
He was determined to end this match as quickly as possible to not only 
revenge his earlier embarrassment, but to also back up his claim that his 
losses were due to some sort of "trick."
Showing no strain, Samantha absorbed the force without flinching, even 
though Tony was a few inches taller than her.  His face got red, and he 
released a heavy grunt, but he couldn't budge her.  Without warning she 
twisted his arms around and bent his hands back towards his wrist.  Tony was 
surprised and quickly got up on his toes in an attempt to lessen some of the 
pain.
Samantha held him in that position for a few moments; just enough for Tony 
and the others to realize that she had him in a compromising position.  
Totally in control now, she pushed him away from her, still holding on to 
his hands, and then forced him towards her.  As he came forward, she 
released her hold, bent her knees and snatched him up around the waist.  She 
lifted him up a bit higher, turned to her right and slammed him onto his 
back with herself on top.
Landing hard on his back and head, Tony was stunned and found himself 
wondering why he was looking up at the ceiling.  While he pondered his 
situation, Samantha had grabbed his legs around the knees and lifted them up 
to her armpits.  She swung her left leg around so that she was facing the 
opposite way and squatted down, perfectly executing a Boston Crab.  Tony 
yelped in pain, while Samantha slowly and carefully lowered herself a bit 
more.  She didn't want to make him submit in this maneuver, although it 
would have been easy enough.  Instead, she wanted to weaken his back and 
break his confidence by showing him that she was in total control.
Mike got down on his hands and knees to look Tony in the face.  "Are you 
OK?" he asked.
"Ask him if he wants to submit!" yelled Mike's wife in an excited voice.  It 
was obvious that she was enjoying watching her muscular friend humble a 
male.
"Do you want to submit, Tony?"
"Aaaargh....n-no...no," replied Tony with a weak voice.
Samantha lowered herself a bit more, and Tony let out a holler of anguish.  
She felt that she had come close enough to his breaking point, and held the 
devastating hold in place.
"I going to tell you this right now," Samantha said loudly, so that the 
whole room could hear, "I'm going to pin you in this fall, then I'm going to 
knock you out, and finally I'm going to make you submit.  But you're not 
just going to submit big guy, you're going to crawl across this mat, beg me 
for mercy and kiss my feet!"
With that, she released the hold and got up.  Tony's legs flopped forward 
onto the mat and he lay there groaning.
After stopping briefly to hit a double bicep pose for her audience she 
turned around to deal with Tony once again.  He was in the process of trying 
to push himself off the floor, but Samantha rudely sent him back to the mat 
face down with one foot to the back.  She squatted again, this time facing 
Tony's head and grabbed his arms.  Lifting and securing them behind her 
knees, she snatched Tony's head in both hands around his already slightly 
raised chin and pulled back.  Once again his back screamed in pain as 
Samantha intensified the Camel Clutch.
His face distorted by pain and Samantha's grip, Tony peered out at the other 
guests through squinting eyes.  He could see the little blonde standing 
right in front of him, at the edge of the mat.  She looked rather confused, 
but as he kept watching her he noticed something else in her expression, 
something he couldn't quite make out.
Samantha brought her lips next to Tony's right ear.
"Look at that cute blonde there, Tony.  Show her what and man you are and 
break out of this hold.  Come on, tough guy, show her what your made of or 
else I'll be the one to take her home to worship my muscles."
Samantha lifted her head and stared at the blonde until their eyes were 
locked.  Tony could see that the blonde was looking just above him now, 
staring intently at Samantha.  Her tongue licked her slightly parted lips 
and her hands clasped her thighs as if she were afraid that she was going to 
reach out and grab something she shouldn't.
When Samantha knew the blonde was transfixed by her gaze she released her 
left hand from Tony's chin and flexed one mighty bicep as he continued to 
moan in pain and humiliation.  The blonde's chest started heaving and she 
began to hyperventilate.   Samantha looked at her hard, peeked bicep and 
then she turned to the blonde and smiled.  After she took care of this loser 
beneath her, she thought, she would take this blonde home with her have some 
more fun.  This was turning out to be a great party!
Finally, Samantha released Tony's chin and grabbed his arms again.  She 
rolled towards her right and brought him with her, right in between her 
gorgeous, terrible legs.  Holding his arms at the elbows she crossed her 
ankles in front of him and squeezed his sides just below the ribs.  Tony 
felt like he was trapped in a large vice, his lower torso constricted until 
he was shaped like an hour glass.
Tony tried to pull his arms free, but it was no use.  He was quickly coming 
to the realization that this Amazon with jet black hair and huge, tan 
muscles could simple maneuver him from hold to hold as she pleased until she 
no longer felt like playing with him anymore.  He tried to shake those 
negative thoughts from his mind, but it was hard when his lower back 
screamed like it was on fire, he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't move.
Samantha rolled him back onto his face and released the scissors hold.  She 
stood while keeping hold of his arms, forcing Tony to stand with her, facing 
away.  She snatched him up around the waist again and jerked him off the 
ground.  Thinking he was going to get suplexed again, Tony lifted his legs 
up.  He thought that as she threw him he could use the momentum to roll over 
in the air and land on his feet behind her.  Unfortunately for him, he had 
misjudged her plans.  Instead of a suplex, Samantha dropped her left knee to 
the ground and violently brought down the base of Tony's spine on the other, 
upraised knee in a well executed Atomic Drop.
Lightening bolts of pain shot through Tony's back.  He released a scream and 
fell forward on the ground. He rolled up into a fetal position, whimpering.  
Samantha stood up and smiled, admiring her work.  She looked about and saw, 
from both men and women, looks of confusion, excitement, awe and lust.
"I think it's time to end this fall," she announced to everyone.  "Whaddya 
say?"  she asked pointing at the large man crawled up in a ball at her feet, 
"Should I put him away now?"
The crowd, heretofore relatively silent, suddenly became raucous in their 
unanimous verdict.  "Yeah!"  "Put him away!"  "Crush him!"  Some pointed 
their thumbs down, as if they were watching Roman gladiators do battle.
Samantha grabbed Tony by the hair and shoved his head between her two 
gigantic thighs.  Tony instinctively grabbed at her thighs and gasped.  He 
could feel the awesome power of her muscles that seemed to have the hardness 
of steel, but, at the same time, the skin around it was silky and smooth.  
It was then that Tony knew he was going to be a changed man after this 
experience, in more ways than one.
When Samantha looked up and out into the crowd she saw that she had 
positioned herself in front of the blonde again.  She smiled and while still 
holding Tony's head between her thighs, she clasped her hands to her hips 
and rolled them around, showing off her hard, perfect abs.  The blonde slid 
her left hand inside her skin-tight pants and touched herself.
Samantha reached down and grabbed Tony about the waist.  She lifted him up 
and jackknifed his body so that he was seated on her shoulders facing the 
audience behind her.  Suddenly, his body was snapped down to the floor in a 
vicious Power Bomb.  Tony wound up unconscious and spread-eagled at the feet 
of his Amazon opponent.  She casually stepped to one side of his prone body, 
placed her right foot lightly on his chest and hit a double bicep pose.
Mike slapped the mat three times and declared Samantha the victor.  The 
small audience burst into cheers as Samantha had her hand raised in victory. 
  She told Mike to do his best to wake up her opponent and get him ready for 
the next fall.  "I'm not through punishing this inferior male yet," she said 
and strutted back to her corner were Janice was eagerly awaiting her with a 
towel and a bottle of water.
Mike and several of the other men in the crowd lifted Tony into a seated 
position and attempted to wake him up.  A few splashes of water and light 
slaps to the face roused him to a semi-conscious state.  He had just managed 
to stand up and recognize where he was when the rest period was over.
Samantha stepped to the center of the mat and motioned for him to come at 
her.  "Come on big guy, I'm not through torturing you yet!"
Tony dazed and confused but awake enough to realize he was in danger, moved 
towards Samantha with caution.  Some of the women in the crowd giggled 
excitedly at the site of this large hunk of a man tip-toeing around his 
female opponent, obviously intimidated.  For the men there seemed to be 
mixed feeling of arousal and fear.  If this young, strong, fit man couldn't 
stand up to this woman, the certainly neither could they.  Her mere presence 
in the room seemed to threaten them all.
Samantha quickly tired of Tony's dancing around, and with lightening quick 
speed she shot her right arm around his neck and pulled him down into a 
headlock.  Tony's head was stuck between a rock and a hard body.  Samantha 
loosened the grip a little bit, but only in order to get more flex out of 
her upper arm and increase the abuse on Tony's head.  Tony's response was to 
let out a high-pitched yelp of pain and try to pull apart Samantha's arms to 
no avail.  Then he tried to push on her back and elbow, attempting to slip 
out the back of the excruciatingly painful hold, but that tactic met with no 
success.
After a few minutes of trying to grind Tony's skull into paste, Samantha 
tired of the hold and flipped the big man over her hip and onto the floor.  
Tony simply laid there, the fight seemingly completely gone out of him, 
holding his head and moaning.
Samantha laughed and taunted him, "Why you little wuss!  You little weakling 
of a man!  I could have tapped you out right then with just a headlock if I 
had wanted to.  Look at me, worm!  You can see you're no match for me!"
With that she hit several poses, bringing gasps and muffled comments from 
the crowd.  Tony just looked on, using the time to rest, and growing more 
aroused by the second watching the muscle goddess pose above him.
Samantha stopped her posing routine, reached down and snatched up Tony by 
the hair.  It hurt like hell, but he let her do it until he reached a 
kneeling position in front of her.  With all of the might he had left in 
him, Tony pulled back his right fist and let go a punch into her abs.  His 
fist bounced off Samantha's six-pack as if he were hitting brick instead of 
flesh.
"Are you trying to tickle me to death down there, little man?" Samantha 
asked mockingly.  She let go of his hair and put her hands on her hips.  
"You take all the body shots you want to, I won't mind."
Tony took the offer and started swinging.  Left hand, right hand, left hand, 
right hand.  He started stood up and started throwing punches.  Finally, he 
stepped back and unleashed a huge right hand into Samantha steel abs.  The 
punch was borne of frustration and anger, but it ended with humiliation and 
pain.  As his fist connected he heard a distinct cracking sound.  He had 
broken two of his fingers in a futile attempt to cut the Amazon down to 
size.  Tears in his eyes and not thinking he threw his right again, except 
this time it was at Samantha's face.  She caught his arm at the wrist and 
pulled it to one side, while stepping slightly to her left, so that she both 
avoided the punch and brought him close to her.
Looking slightly up into his eyes, she shook her head and said, "Now that 
was a no-no.  You can hit my abs all night if you want, tough guy, but my 
face is off limits.  Now, I think you've had enough shots, it's my turn."
With that she reared back her right arm and smashed her fist into his solar 
plexus.  He let out a great gasp; all of the air leaving his body, and feel 
to the ground.  Clutching his belly and curled up in the fetal position, 
Tony rolled slightly on the ground, his mouth open, but making no sound.
"Now, where was I before you started all of this silliness?" she asked him.  
"Oh, yes I was going to do this..."
She reached down and again grabbed him by the hair, with no resistance this 
time.  Once she got him more or less to his feet, she reached down with the 
opposite hand and seized his genitals.  With arm around his neck and 
shoulders and one hand firmly in control of his balls she easily lifted him 
up and over her head.  There she suspended him in the air like a female 
Atlas holding up the world, one hand on his neck and the other on his groin. 
  She began to walk around the mat, showing off her strength to the crowd 
and enjoying the variety of reactions she was getting.
The perky little blonde she saw earlier was particularly impressed with the 
display of Amazonian strength.  Samantha winked at her and backed up to the 
center of the mat, still facing the blonde.  She began doing reps with Tony 
acting as a barbell.  The crowd began counting, "One...two...three..." as Samantha 
continued to look into the blonde's eyes, who met hers with a hungry gaze.
At ten, Samantha felt the little game was becoming tiresome, so with another 
wink to her blonde admirer, she threw Tony down across and outstretched 
knee.  Any energy and air Tony had regained during Samantha's display of 
female power quickly left him.  He lay limply across her massive thigh, his 
legs touching the ground on one side and his forehead resting on the mat on 
other.  Samantha rose up her arms above her head, and clasping her hands 
together, slammed the double-fist down into the small of Tony's back.  Tony 
felt like someone had just taken a sledgehammer to his spine and rolled off 
her leg, moaning.
Samantha did not allow Tony to rest.  Instead she hauled him up to his feet 
again, grabbed both of his wrists and wrapped them behind his back, 
bear-hugging him at the same time.  She bent her legs at the knees a bit and 
lifted him up off the ground into a better position.  With no warning she 
began to poor on the pressure.
The effect was immediate.  Tony made a face that looked like he wanted to 
scream, but no words were coming out of his mouth.  He could not try to pry 
Samantha's arms apart or even tap because his hands were locked securely 
behind his back.  His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he felt his ribs 
being bent to the breaking point.  Samantha could feel his ribs were about 
to give way as well and held him there, purring like a lioness against his 
neck.
If he had been an experienced referee, Mike would have stepped in at this 
point and asked Tony to nod his head or something if he wanted to submit.  
Instead, Mike stood there like a spectator in awe of Samantha's strength and 
skill as much as any of his guests.  He was spending little time thinking 
about Tony's health and more time wondering if someday his own wife would be 
that strong.  She had been working hard at the gym for sometime now with 
Samantha, whom she idolized.  "How much longer before she becomes the 
dominant one in the household?" Mike wondered to himself.  The question gave 
him both feelings of uneasiness and sexual arousal.  He could not help but 
take his eyes off the match and glance over at his wife every once in a 
while.  She could only stare at the spectacle of Samantha destroying Tony 
with a look of excitement and pride.
While Mike was wondering about his future in his own household, Samantha 
moved her lips over to Tony's ear.  "Are you listening, little man?  I'm 
about to break you.  I'm about to make you pass out from pain and lack of 
oxygen and there is nothing you can do but pray that it ends as quickly as 
possible."
With that her arms exploded and she ratcheted up the pressure.  Tony head 
flew back, his back arched unnaturally and the sickening sound of ribs 
cracking could be heard throughout the room.  After a few seconds, Tony 
passed out on Samantha shoulder.  She released his broken body and he felt 
to the floor in a heap.
Turning to Mike she said calmly, "You can check if you want, but I'm pretty 
sure he's out."  As Mike made sure that Tony was unconscious, Samantha 
sauntered back to her corner where Janice and now the hot little blonde were 
standing.
Samantha took a water bottle and a towel from Janice's hands and raised the 
bottle to her lips, her eyes not leaving the blonde.  She threw the towel to 
the blonde and commanded her to wipe the sweat off her muscles.  Without a 
word the blonde began toweling off Samantha starting at the Amazon's broad 
shoulders.  She moved down to her huge, powerful arms and chest.  Kneeling 
before the muscle goddess the blonde moved the towel down her legs.  Making 
sure Samantha was watching the blonde tenderly lick the fabric stretched 
over Samantha's crotch.
Samantha took the blonde's chin lightly in the palm of her hand and lifted 
it up in order to look her in her beautiful blue eyes.  "What's your name, 
beautiful?" she asked tenderly.
"Tammy," replied the blonde.
"Well, Tammy, watch me crush this inferior male one more time and then will 
go back to my place and get to know each other better, OK?"
Tammy just nodded and took the water bottle.  It was time to start the 
third, and what undoubtedly would be the final round.
At this point Tony was a barely unconscious shell of his former self.  His 
back screamed in pain, he could only bend a couple of the fingers in his 
right hand, and he was finding it hard to breathe regularly due to several 
cracked ribs.  He knew he was done and he knew what he had to due.  Hunched 
over and limping he moved toward the center of the mat where Samantha stood, 
waiting to dispatch her victim.
"Look, I'm beaten.  You beat me in arm wrestling and you've beaten me in 
wrestling.  I'm hurt, I can't continue."
Samantha shook her head and snickered, "You knew what the rules where when 
you started this whole thing.  In fact, I wouldn't have had to prove my 
superiority to you if you had just accepted your defeat in arm wrestling.  
Now, I've got one more chance to have my fun with you and then I'm done."
"But I'm conceding the fall and the match!" Tony pleaded.  "Look, lady 
you've won, alright!  I don't want to continue!"
The dark haired Amazon looked around at the other party guests and saw that 
they were beginning to feel pity for the poor broken man.  He had started 
all of this, however, now he was admitting that he had lost and was willing 
to concede the fight.
"Fine, little man," said the dangerous beauty, "if you truly want to concede 
the match to me then get down on your knees and beg me for mercy - NOW!"
The room was completely silent.  Tony looked around.  There was no one 
coming to help him or ready to raise their voice to object to his being 
humiliated further.  Mike just shrugged his shoulders at him, as if to say, 
"I wasn't the one who agreed to fight this woman."
Tony slowly got down on his knees before his conqueror.  "You have defeated 
me.  Please, have mercy on me."
"Not good enough loser.  Who is stronger?"
"You."
"Say it, little man, and loud enough for everyone to hear."
"YOU ARE!  YOU ARE STRONGER!"
"And who is superior?"
"You are superior and I beg you humbly for mercy."
"Good now, ask for permission to kiss my feet as a sign that you acknowledge 
my superiority."
Tony bent down.  It was painful, his cracked ribs almost made him cry out.  
But he did it anyway.  As humiliating as it was, as much as he didn't want 
to do it, he realized that he had no chance against this muscle woman.  She 
had dominated him from the beginning even before she injured him.
"Please, you have totally dominated me.  You are my superior.  May I please 
kiss your feet?"
Samantha gave her permission and Tony began to kiss her feet.  After kissing 
both several times Tony began to rise back up to his knees, but Samantha 
grabbed him by the ears and shoved his head between her rock-hard thighs.
"Sorry, loser, I changed my mind.  I want to hear you scream one final 
submission.  After all, I did make you a promise earlier, and I don't want 
you to think I don't keep my word."
Tony began to yell and beg for mercy, but Samantha ignored his pleas and 
bent down to wrap her massive arms around Tony's waist.  She hoisted him up 
on right shoulder and twisted him around so that he laid face upwards across 
her shoulders.  He was caught in a backbreaking Rack.
Tony was screaming his submission, but Samantha acted like she didn't hear 
him.  Instead she turned and walked over to where Tammy was standing.  
Looking her straight in the eye, Samantha redoubled her efforts, seemingly 
trying to break Tony in half across her broad shoulders.
Tony had never felt such pain in his life.  What was happening to him at 
this moment made everything else seem like a picnic.  His back, his ribs, 
his neck, everything was sending messages of pain to his brain at every 
nanosecond.  Finally, mercifully, he stopped screaming and passed out from 
the pain.
Samantha realizing what happened let him fall of her shoulders and onto the 
floor.  Tony stirred a bit, moaning like a wounded animal, half-dead.  
Samantha turned from Tammy and back to the rest of the room, smiling.  She 
placed a foot on Tony's neck and gave the crowd a few more poses.
Samantha took her foot off of Tony's neck and went over to Janice to shake 
her hand.  "Thanks for inviting me to your home Janice, I didn't know your 
parties were this much fun.  I'm going to have to get my things and go now."
Janice looked up at her hero and said breathlessly, "Oh, you can come over 
my place anytime, Samantha."
Turning to Tammy she told her to wait outside for her and then left to go 
into the other room and get her clothes.  As she left the room, the crowd 
parted for her, staring at her in awe and fear.

Except for one man.  He stood in the back of the crowd nodding and smiling.  
He wasn't going to come to this party tonight; he hated these kind of 
boring, respectable, wine and cheese kind of affairs.  But Mike was an old 
school chum and had made him feel guilty about missing it.  Now, he felt 
like the luckiest man alive for having been in the right place at the right 
time.


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