Amazons on Campus, Chapter 3
By Harley K. Grant, harleykgrant@yahoo.com
An end, but a beginning


In the morning we made love again, I again put my head between those thighs.
And we took a shower together and I washed off every single muscle of hers. Of
course, that you'd expect. I had her massage me, working out the soreness in
my muscles. I had her hold me, wrapping her inescapable arms and legs around
me. Again, I felt so safe, and so controlled.

We ate breakfast together. And then, I had another idea, something to really
boost my ego. I had once class today, and so we got dressed, cleaned up and
ready. And we walked to my class together. I watched people watch us, watched
the men watch me, wondering who I was. And watched as she totally intimidated
the women just by her massive existence.

Oh, I know many profess they don't like the muscle look. But some of them are
scared of it. And here I was walking across campus, totally at ease, chatting
with this woman of my dreams.

In some ways it was better than fucking. Or at least as good.

We went into the classroom, and I asked the prof if my friend "from out of
town" could sit in on class. The prof agreed and we went to sit, about halfway
back.

And then something funny happened. A woman, one of the students came into the
room. She was limping and using a crutch. I'd seen her before of course, who
wouldn't. Sorority girl, leadership positions on campus. And gorgeous. Long
blond hair, tall, firm, always perfectly made up, always with expensive
clothes that just fit her and set off her hair, her figure.

And she hated me. I don't know why, I guess because I'd disagreed with her in
class a time or two. Most of the guys fawned over her. I didn't. I knew I had
no chance at her, so what's the point? I didn't pick fights with her, just
spoke my mind. But she knew I was the one guy in the class not offering every
single day to kiss her feet.

And now she was limping. She took a look at me, stole a glance maybe, and
walked across the front of the classroom to the other side. If you're on
crutches, don't you walk as little as possible? Wouldn't she sit near the
door, closer to me?

Oh, wait a minute. I turned to my new friend, "Is she the one?"

My Amazon looked at me with a snide grin. "Yea, she claimed you tried to rape
her. She had friends in high places, so she was believed. Well, she won't make
that mistake again."

I looked at my classroom nemesis. You'd think I would be filled with anger, or
a feeling of revenge. But I wasn't, I just, well, I didn't know at first how I
felt. Then I figured it out. I wanted to pile on, to really pound on that
girl, and yes, I wanted to rape her. I was embarrassed at my reaction.

I looked at my Amazon. "She got beat up like me." Sort of obvious, I guess.

"Not like you," she whispered in my ear. "She got stuffed, all three holes.
She cried too, you never did that." She had a speculative look at me, like she
was cooking up some idea. I hoped it wasn't aimed at me.

"Well, she deserved it. Are you sure she isn't going to report it?"

"You didn't."

"I'm a man, everyone thinks no girl can top us. How could I have reported it?
But her..."

"Don't worry, there is no way she's going to report it. You see we took some
pictures."

I looked puzzled.

"Oh sometime in the process she got a little sleepy. Must have been something
on that dildo we shoved down her throat. Seems there might be a sex tape or
some photos of Miss perfect doing some nasty things. She makes trouble, that
goes on YouTube."

"You guys sort of scare me."

She took my arm, firmly. She looked deep at me. "That's actually an insult to
us. You're really saying we can't be trusted to do the right thing."

"Well, I get that, but..."

She relaxed her grip. "Sorry, I know you're new to being with us. But we know
what honor is, we know who the honorable people are."

I could only nod an emotional thanks for this implied tribute.

The class seemed to last forever. And we made a point of sitting after it was
over so my blond antagonist would have to leave first, and walk in front of
us. I made a point to not say a word.

I could hardly wait to get us back to my apartment and to get our clothes off.
And then I had her lay still and I ran my hands and tongue over every inch of
her. I was memorizing her, I said, for I knew this amazing time was coming to
a too-quick end.

Suddenly she rolled over on top of me. "Just say 'no' if you want me to stop."
I said nothing.

She wrapped her massive legs around mine, pushing them together. She grabbed
my hands and worked them down to my side and under my back.

"You can make me stop anytime," she said. I said nothing. What was I feeling '
not fear, but I was sinking into submission.

She had pushed my hands together behind my back. She reached further with one
hand to capture the opposite of my hands. Now she could pull one arm out. She
was using one hand to trap both of mine, leaving one of hers free.

She ran her free hand along my face. "You like this don't you?" She was in
control now. I could only nod, but my feelings were complex, I wasn't sure
what all I was feeling.

Suddenly, she rolled a little to one side, cinched up her grip on my legs and
arms and then used her free hand to cover my nose and mouth. She smiled at me,
a smile self-contained, controlling.

"You could have said no, now that will be a little harder. You'll have to
trust me." I couldn't breathe, but I probably couldn't have done that even if
her hand was not blocking me. Powerful women take my breath away.

Suddenly she let me go. She jumped up out of the bed. "Time to go, 24 hours is
up." She went about finding her clothes, getting ready. And now I was sinking
into sadness.

"Our leader wants to talk to you. Be back at that bench you first met her, 10
minutes."

And with nothing more than that, she was gone.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the suddenly very, very empty
apartment. I got up and mechanically got dressed. I was actually sad. I'd had
an amazing 24 hours, like something I had only dreamed about, but it was over.
And I knew it would never happen again. That only a fluke, a mistake had led
to it happening at all. No woman like that would want me, not even as a
submissive.

And now I was under orders to their mysterious leader. I finished dressing,
checked the time and plodded out of my place and over to the bench. I saw her
sitting exactly where she'd been yesterday.

"Sit down," she said as I approached, and dutifully I did.

She looked at me. "So you appreciate the terms of all this."

"Yes," I said, "I know. I can never say anything about this. And I shouldn't
expect to see any of you ever again."

She caught the despair in my voice.

"You did well."

I looked at her.

"You don't think so?"

Something in her commanding presence made me want to pour out my frustration.
And now I could name it.

"You, all of you, are so powerful, so in charge. And I'm not. I had permission
to do anything with her, and in the end, she took charge and I followed her
orders."

I was surprised I blurted this out, it could sound like a complaint. And of
course, who was submissive me to make a complaint to these goddesses?

"You think submitting to us is demeaning?"

Oh, crap, now I was in for it. "Not because I don't admire all of you. Just
comparing myself to you."

"Tell me, that girl in your class who caused all this, would you submit to
her?"

"I, well, I don't think about that. But if I was lonely enough ... I'd hope
not."

"Right, because you don't respect her. For all her beauty, you see that there
is no strength, no beauty inside. But that's not how you feel about us."

"No, thanks. I didn't mean anything disrespectful ..."

"You should not be afraid of us, by now, I'd hope you'd see that we are not
touchy or defensive or insecure. You recognize superior character, and you
freely give your submission to it. That doesn't make you weak. Weak are those
puny men who brag stupidly about their power and how they can beat up a woman.
You are not disrespected by us either."

"Thank you."

"So why are you sad?"

"Because I know I'll never see you again."

She laughed. "We seek men like you. And you have an invitation for Friday
night to something I think you'll really like."