My Life II
By Alamsci alamsci@lycos.com



My decent into slavery was taking on a rapid pace. Tracey had a firm grip on
my life and was not planning on easing up, conversely, she kept squeezing.

Her primary concern now was her thesis. The deadline was approaching and she
had a lot of work to do. To relieve stress she usually headed to the gym for a
workout, but this seemed to take too much time so she began buying gym
equipment and putting it in my room. Eventually I was no longer allowed to
sleep in my room. I was told to sleep on the ground next to her bed. This was
all done in a week's time and before I had to start working.

As for my part-time job, well, it had turned into a full-time nightmare. You
see my new boss was not only "a girl from the gym", but was also a former
bodybuilder in her late forties. She's currently a single mother.

When I first walked into Sylvia's office I knew I was in trouble. Without
looking up she said, "Take a seat wimp."

I hurriedly sat down and starting looking at my hands so I wouldn't have to
meet her gaze. She got up and started walking around the desk towards me. I
meekly looked up and then froze. For some reason I hadn't realized how big she
was. She must've been at least 6 feet tall. She was wearing a tight a red
sleeveless shirt wit a pair of black slacks. The size of her arms made me sink
back in my seat and wish I were somewhere else. Her biceps were at least 16
inches and defined. They even looked incredible in a relaxed state.

As she made her way around the desk she intently gazed at me while putting her
hands akimbo. I took a look at her vascular forearms, which were definitely
bigger than my biceps and her big strong hands, which looked like they were
created to make grown men cry.

She abruptly cleared her throat and followed it by a small cough. She
naturally covered her mouth when she coughed and I couldn't help but notice
the ball of muscle that formed her bicep. It was huge and looked hard. The
purple vein running through it only added to her domineering presence. To top
it off she had stern facial features: small beady eyes portraying no signs of
mercy, short grayish blackish hair, high cheekbones and a small mouth.

She then spoke, "Let's get a few things straight. I hate weak men and I
despise wimps. Your job hear will be to serve me, not as an assistant, but as
a slave. Now get off your lazy ass and go get me a cup of coffee."

I bolted out of the room, but did not know where the coffee machine was. After
reality set in I asked the first employee, I saw, where it was. I got the
coffee and bolted back to her office. I put it down next to her and stood by
her side awaiting my next order. She took one sip of her coffee, but then spit
it out right in my face. She got up and stood inches away from me. I was
fearfully looking up at those small beady eyes. Without warning she punched me
in the gut. The punch sent me crashing into the file cabinet and then onto the
floor. She walked towards me and picked me up by my hair. Then she proceeded
to body slam me on the ground. Before I could catch my breath I felt a sharp
pain in my groin. As I looked up I realized it was her foot.

"Tracey is right, your good for nothing and a sorry excuse for a human being!
But you'll learn. I'll teach you how to serve, bitch. She then went into a
double bicep pose as I began to cry.

"That's enough for today get your ass home! Tomorrow morning I'll have my
daughter Carly pick you up. She'll give you a list of things to do. After your
done...well, I'm sure I can come up with something." She menacingly said.

The next morning I woke up to Tracey's voice. I was not sure if she was
talking to someone or on the phone. Then I heard, "Get your lazy butt out
bed!" I hastily got out of bed and quickly made my way to the living room.
There right in front of me were Tracey and Sylvia's daughter, Carly. The two
young lasses were both wearing sports bras and spandex shorts. I could not
believe this well-muscled young lady was 17. I mean I couldn't detect an ounce
of fat on her entire body.

As I walked in the two ladies were conversing with one another. Carly seemed
to gesticulate a lot when she talked and with every gesture her muscles seem
to move. Her legs rippled with muscles. I'm really not sure how those spandex
tights managed to stay in one piece. Her thighs resembled a geographical map.
They tapered into solid calves that were more than envious. She had washboard
abs that rippled when she laughed. Her chest was cut. A deep cut made its way
to her breasts, which were I'd say a bit more than a handful. Her arms were
her most laudable feature, finely defined biceps, with a dark blue vein
running through them, cut triceps, which danced with every movement, strong
looking baseball sized biceps, and well rounded shoulders. This incredible
body tapered up into a strong looking neck and a beautiful face. Soft tender
lips and a pudgy little nose deceived the admirer because they portrayed
softness. Additionally, her big brown mesmerizing eyes were meant to hypnotize
and mesmerize any man or woman. This was topped off by beautifully flowing
long blonde hair.

Next to her stood Tracey, thicker and stronger. Her definition continually
improving due to those strenuous stress-relieving workouts filled with a
multitude of reps.

"Well, is this the little wimp I'm supposed to take care of!"

"Sure is hon, your free to do whatever you want with him. I've decided that he
needs an authoritative female figure present with him at all times. If you or
your mother feels the need to keep him over night, for a few days, whatever,
he's all yours. I'm busy with my thesis now so I don't really have that much
time to baby-sit. Besides if I get to frustrated and take out my anger on him,
well I'll break him in two. By the way wimp, Carly's captain of the women's
wrestling team so I'm sure you'll be whimpering in her arms a lot. Flex those
babies for me girl!"

Carly heartily obliged by walking up to me and flexing her right bicep right
in front of my eyes. I was dumbfounded. I really wanted to touch and caress
those seductively sculpted balls of muscle.

"He likes it doesn't he ma'am" She coquettishly stated, while slowly relaxing
her arm and breaking my trance.

"Yeah he does, sometimes I get the feeling that he also likes getting the crap
kicked out of him." Tracey disparagingly mentioned.

She also added, " Hey, I'm gonna go and hit the shower, take this boy and have
fun. Anytime I call make sure he answers and if he's tied up or being squeezed
answer for him. Bye"

Tracey walked away. Carly, to my dissatisfaction, pulled out a t-shirt from
her bag and put it on then she looked me over intently, "You've got five
minutes."

I speedily got ready and then went to her car. We went and got everything her
mom asked for and then headed to school. You see summer was approaching again
and today was the last day of school for Carly.

"You know I've been thinking. I'm going to be babysitting you all summer so
today I'm gonna beat the crap out of you in front of the whole school and over
the summer you can be our little water boy. A few of us girls have to keep
training so we need a water boy to tease beat up and so on. I can't wait to
duck tape you to a bench or practice some holds on you , oh and there's so
much more. So many possibilities and so little time." She mirthly expressed.

When we got to school she introduced me to some of her wrestling friends. When
Carly had to go to class she left me with one of them until she was finished.
As we were about to leave the school we heard that there was to be a fight out
back. We all made our way there and then I realized that Carly had announced
the fight so the whole school would witness my demise.

When we arrived at the spot of my ass kicking Carly walked to the center of
the grassy area located in front of us and began to speak, "Listen up
everyone, today, I'm going to beat the shit out of a full-grown man. It's no
contest really, but I think it'll be entertaining for everyone."

"Get your ass over here wimp!"

I hesitated a bit, but her friends pushed me out in the open. I looked over at
Carly, who was taking off her T-shirt. After she threw it over to one of her
friends she looked my way and shouted, "Your turn!"

" No I like to keep it on."

"Boy, you either take your shirt off now or I'll come over there and tear it
off!" She assertively articulated.

I took off my shirt to the crowd's jeers and taunts.

She confidently walked towards me as I meekly began stumbling backwards.

"There's nowhere to run boy and if you do I don't think that fat ass could
take you far."

The crowd began to move in from behind me and pushed me towards her.

"Come to mama little boy!"

BAM! Her fist connected with my jaw. She followed up with a merciless blow to
my flabby gut. As I doubled over I felt the force of her foot connecting with
my groin. I immediately let out a shriek and fell to the ground. By this time
tears of pain were filling up my eyes. I looked up and saw her going into
different bodybuilding poses for the crowd, who responded with loud cheers.
All I could see was her chiseled back, muscles swiftly moving, bulging and
relaxing. Next, she walked over to me grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled me
up. Unexpectedly she shoved me towards the crowd, who instantly pushed me back
towards her. This time I was met by her body, which felt like running into an
unyielding Roman column.

She wrapped her muscular arms around me and without warning swiftly picked me
up and slammed me to the ground. Instead of letting me go she picked me up
again and slammed me once again. Her bulging biceps felt like solid rocks
around my midsection.

This time she did let me go, but instead of leaving me to lick my wounds she
roughly grabbed my hair and pulled me up again. She looked into my terrified
and tear filled face and said, "Boy I've just begun!"

She repeatedly slammed her fist into my face. Then she sunk her fist into my
gut and sides. I was uncontrollably crying and begging for mercy in a language
that I doubt anyone could understand. This young lady had beaten the living
crap out of me and there was not a thing I could do about it. After she was
content with what she had done she let my bloodied face, bruised body, and
dismantled mentality to drop to the ground.

The crowd was silent and all that could be heard were my groans and whimpers.
Carly yanked me up and roughly began squeezing my biceps in her hands while
bringing my face close to hers.

"The summer has just begun boy. I'm gonna twist and turn you for the next
three months. Crying to you will be like waking up from now on. She then sat
me down and said, "All right folks the show is over!"

The crowd began to disperse and Carly went to get the car. She helped me into
the driver's seat and drove off. I spent the entire drive home in agony. Carly
didn't think she had done enough so she decided to squeeze my balls the entire
way home. She also ordered me to put both my hands on her vascular forearm and
begin telling her how strong she was.

"You...rrr ahhhh soooo.aaaaah stro.....ng!"

"I can't hear you wimpy boy, say it again or I'll squeeze harder!" She
disparagingly asserted.

When we arrived at her house she pulled me out of the car, threw me across her
shoulder and carried me in.

"Hey, Mom I'm home!"

"Oh you've brought wimpy with you." "Yeah I just gotta take care of a few
things upstairs then I'm off to the hospital. I messed him up pretty badly."

"All right well don't be to late and if you broke anything this time, try not
to next time!"