My Life IV By Alamsci alamsci@lycos.com Carly spends more time with Brock. 8 months later.... "Give me one more!" Tracey braced herself and put all her strength in this last rep. "All right, good job!" Sylvia happily said. The two ladies smiled at one another and began making their way out of the gym. On the way to the car Sylvia began to speak, "You know Tracey you look great. You remind me of myself when I was competing, but I think you need some more work. How about a trip to Cali? I know a good trainer out there and a change of scenery can't hurt!" "Sure, sounds great, but you gotta come out there with me. I don't know where I'd be without you." "Of course, we'll spend a few weeks out there and then be back in time for the competition." "What are we going to do about Wimpy, I can't leave him by himself!" "Don't worry Trace, I've given it some thought and I'm sure Carly would be happy to take care of him." "Great idea, girl!" When the two ladies got back to Tracey's apartment I was dutifully cleaning up the bathroom. Tracey told me about their plans. Sylvia then remarked, "Actually, that is if you don't mind Trace, I think it would be better if Carly spent the two weeks here." "Why not." Tracey disinterestedly remarked. The two friends were planning on leaving at the end of the week. I was ambivalently waiting Carly's arrival. Sure, she tended to rough me up a lot, but she paid a lot more attention to me than Tracey. My feelings for Carly had matured and I wanted to get closer to her, but I tried not to be too optimistic. I mean at one point in time Tracey was like her. Could it be a phase she's going through? Well, the time had come Sylvia and Tracey were on their way to the airport and I was left alone with Carly. Carly instantly moved her stuff in and an interesting two weeks were to follow. The first night passed by uneventfully. We just sat around and chatted. After Tracey's graduation Carly and I actually began to converse more frequently. Our relationship was not just about her having her way with me all the time, even though, there was no question as to who was in charge. The next day I drove her to school and went back home. When she came back she came up to me and said, "Hey Wimpy let's head to the mall!" At the mall things began to get interesting. She took me to a lingerie store and as we were walking in she blurted out, "I think you need to start wearing panties HE!HEE!" We walked up to the counter, "Excuse me ma'am I'd like a pair of panties for my boy here!" The lady at the counter looked at her with gaping eyes, "O..kay what's his size?" "I'm not really sure, but give him a few to try on!" The stunned lady walked over and handed me a few different sizes to try on. She then examined the two of us. Carly was wearing a tight t-shirt and short shorts. Her muscularity was evident. I was standing next to her also wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She was holding my hand and looking at the lady. The size difference was amazing. Her thighs were big, strong, and cut. Her calf muscles looked like they were about to pop out from under her skin. These sculpted legs were alongside a pair of hairy chicken legs. Her arms looked lethal. Us holding hands really magnified the difference. Strong looking forearms and wrists entwined with a twig that was likely to break at the slightest of movements. There's no need to get into a bicep comparison because it's just to ridiculous and besides she'll definitely use them later on. The look of surprise on the lady's face turned into a smile, "Here you go!" I didn't take the panties out of her hands, instead, I timidly peered at Carly, "I don't really want panties!" She didn't reply, but instantly began to squeeze my hand. I helplessly tried to break loose, but to no avail. Eventually I was on my knees, peering up at her, " I don't recall asking, now be a good boy and go try on those panties!" She released her hold. I stood up took the panties from the lady and walked to the dressing room. "Don't mind us ma'am I'm baby-sitting this boy until his owner gets back." "Owner!! I don't understand what's going on, please tell me no more, I really don't think I want to know... I'm a saleswoman and that's all!" "Hey, Wimpy, when your done, come out and show us!" She loudly said. I walked out of the dressing room. The store had a few more customers in it at this point. I didn't want to walk out into the middle of the store. Luckily, Carly didn't want to make a big scene so she walked towards me and motioned to the saleswoman to follow her. "Looks good!!" Said the sales woman as her shock turned to amusement. "Yeah it does look pretty good. Do they feel comfortable?" Carly remarked. Before I could answer she grabbed my balls and squeezed. She looked at the saleswoman and said, " I may need to tie these up or tape them to his thigh or something." The saleswoman, could not answer, she couldn't stop laughing. Carly pushed me into the dressing room and the sales woman followed closing the door behind her. There was not that much room for the three of us, but we managed to squeeze in. Carly, released her hold on my balls, and yanked my shirt off, "Ma'am do you mind getting me a matching bra" By now the saleswoman was hysterically laughing, "HA HA, sure...BOOHAAHAA!" After she walked out Carly roughly grabbed one of my nipples and gave it a forceful twist, while covering my mouth with her other hand. She then proceeded to twist various parts of my gut until I was in tears. By this time the saleswoman had walked in with a few bras. She gave them to Tracey and said, " I really can't stay I think the whole store has already heard me laughing, but I'll be back to check in on you two...HEEHAA!" Carly helped me put the bra on and then forcefully shoved my head down between her beefy thighs. She prolonged my agony by flexing and relaxing her thighs. I was getting light headed. I couldn't see anything except for her well-muscled calves and the carpeted floor. Even this was becoming blurry due to my tears and her power. I faintly heard the saleswoman walking back in, "Oh my those are awesome biceps, and you're probably a lot stronger than my husband!" I assumed Carly was admiring her strength in front of the mirror. "Feel'em!" "Damn their hard, look at that vein.. My hand can barely make it to the top. That's impressive! So many lumps... I didn't even know some of these bulges existed!" Carly then pulled my head out from between her legs, grabbed me by the ears and brought my face inches away from her's. BAM! Her knee connected with my groin as I let out a yelp, but to my displeasure I remained mercilessly held up by the ears. Next, she released my ears, stepped to the side and wrapped her muscular arm around my neck. I felt her biceps hardening on the side of my neck. Her elbow was underneath my chin and her forearm seemed to be crushing the other side of my head. She clasped her hands and squeezed harder. I didn't think her bicep would expand any further, but it did, crushing my poor throat. She moved me a little so I was directly facing the saleswoman. "I think he kind looks cute, crying in my grip. Don't you think his face is made for this? It's as if his neck and head were made to be squeezed!" She said as she turned me around to face the mirror, where she further admired her hold, smilingly looking at her arm and my red-face and trickling tears. Carly abruptly dropped me to the ground stepped on the back of my head and turned her attention to the saleswoman, "I think I'll have these two. Do you mind if he keeps them on, they look good and he needs to get used to them pretty quickly!" "Sure, no problem, those two will be on me. The show you put on today was priceless!" "Thanks! I'll also have a pair of purple panties, pink, and any similar colors, with matching bras of course!" "Great! I'll leave you to pick up the pieces, I'll be out front when you're ready!" Mentioned the satisfied saleswoman. As the sales woman was walking away Carly took her foot off my head, yanked me up by the hair and leaned me against the wall. SLAP!! The palm of her hand viciously hit my face, "That's for giving me a hard time!" She sarcastically conveyed. "Get dressed and meet me outside!" When she let go of me I dropped to the ground and agonizingly cried. I couldn't lick my wounds in peace. After all, if I spent too much time in the dressing room I knew she would barge in and drag me out. I got up dressed myself and headed out of the dressing room. I looked towards the counter and noticed Carly and the saleswoman chatting away. As I approached them the saleswoman said, "My that slap really left a mark. It looks like he's still crying.. You should get him cleaned up?" "Na, I like him the way he looks, a defeated wimp!" The two woman burst into laughter. "Come again sometime!!" As we were walking out the store I heard the saleswoman whispering to her co- worker, "Can you believe that girl is just about to turn 18!!! And that guy she's dragging around is probably about 30, WOW she's unbelievable!" To prolong my humiliation, Carly, decided to prolong our walk in the mall. People looked, giggled, and commented at my hapless state. We eventually got back to the car and drove home. At home she made me take my clothes off. I was also told to be in a bra and panties at all times. Additionally, at home I was not allowed to wear anything but them. She then proceeded to take her shirt and shorts off. She ordered me to follow her to the bathroom where we stood in front of the mirror. "You know I love this. I'm so built and you're so weak." She went into a double bicep pose, "You too Wimpy!" I reluctantly obliged. The difference between my biceps flexed and unflexed was barely noticeable. She then slid in front of me and went into a most muscular pose followed by a lat spread. Needless to say the only thing visible on my part was my head, my entire body was hidden behind her broadness and thickness. She then grabbed my head and put it into the crook of her flexed arm. I looked towards the mirror and noticed my face slowly turning red. She didn't keep me tied up for too long. She released me and turned around. She strutted towards me as I moved back. When my movement was abruptly stopped by the wall She looked at my face and then turned her gaze towards my violently throbbing member, which was barely restrained by my new panties. "So you like what you see little man, but now is not the time!" She cooed. She firmly gripped my member and began to squeeze, harder and harder, to a point where I was violently crying out. She ignored my cries and firmly planted her forearm on my neck. She pushed her forearm into my throat forcefully. For the umpteenth time in a few hours I was red-faced and in tears. I looked at her and saw that she was thoroughly enjoying my domination. A big continuously grew on her face. "This is only day one Wimpy. I'm gonna break you and then happily make you my bitch. Sooner or later Tracey is going to toss you out and I'm gonna take you in. I don't know how she's trained you, but whatever she did won't compare to what I'm gonna do." She disparagingly roared. My member was released, but she was not done yet. She balled up her fist and let it explode into my unprotected eye. I was then allowed to drop to the ground. She straddled me and began slapping my face with my own hands with a force I did not know my hands could produce. "Now you look good, in a while you'll have a black eye and a blue face. By the time Mom and Tracey come back, they'll gladly hand you over to me. Especially after they see your new wardrobe." She mockingly mentioned. She got off of me and sat next to me, "What does Tracey want with you any way? You could be a lot more useful to me. Anyway, might as well enjoy this week before they get back and then we'll see what they say." I lustfully admired her as she was thinking. Her eyes portrayed an innocence I hadn't noticed before, brown pouty eyes that did not seem capable of harming anyone. A string of hair had fallen across her face, which gave her a picturesque look. Her hand mechanically made its way towards her mouth. Once it was on the brink of going in it stopped. Then her soft tender lips slowly parted and she began cleverly chewing her nails. This caused her bicep to seductively bulge. It was no longer threatening, but looked protective and firm. This young woman had thoroughly beaten and humiliated me yet her eyes seemed childlike. How is that? I wanted to reproach myself, but found myself re-entering my dreamlike state. She gracefully jumped up, abruptly waking me from my reverie, yanked me up by the arm, lowered her right shoulder and roughly adjusted my limp body on her unyielding shoulder. She pulled herself up and carried me off into her world.