Chapter 4
Harley K. Grant
A very physical party leads to a further invitation.


So Friday came around at last. I'd only been told to be at a certain street
corner at a certain time and to bring as little as possible. So I was standing
there when, at just a minute after the designated time an upscale passenger
car pulled up. Someone pushed open the back door and I got in. Both the driver
and the person in back were more powerful looking women that I'd not yet met.

I was told to strip and put my clothes in a bag that was being held towards
me. I had noticed that the car's windows were tinted, so it was private. I
slowly removed everything I had on including my watch and put it in the bag.
The car was plush, the two women exuding confidence and power, dressed
casually, but not cheaply. And I was naked. It was a curious feeling, not
embarrassed, just subservient and trusting.

Once naked, the woman directed me to put my hands behind my back and she fixed
a pair of cuffs on them. Then a loose hood was pulled over my head, blocking
my sight. Through the hood I heard a command to get down on the floor.
Awkwardly, due to the cuffs, I did so, stretching the width of the car. The
woman put her feet on my legs, resting them there.

The trip was not long, maybe 15 minutes. There is such a feeling of comfort
and release lying down there. Feeling so safe, with nothing to decide or do. I
was almost sorry when it was clear by the car's sound and turning that we were
coming to our destination.

We pulled into some sort of garage, the car turned off, the doors opened.
Strong hands helped me up and lifted me out of the car, letting me find my
feet on the concrete floor. I was walked to a door way, up a couple of steps,
and then across a room and down a long flight of stairs.

We turned a time or two and my hood was pulled off. What a sight greeted me.
It was a rec room on steroids, we must be in a very big house. There were mats
in the center of the room and couches and chairs around the edges. A compact
bar with a fridge and sink was at one end.

And there were four, five, no six muscle girls there ' and three other naked
men. Any Amazon you describe as massive, bulging muscles, but seeing a number
of them at once made me aware of the differences. Two were wrestling furiously
on the mats, one just amazingly ripped, you could see every muscle and vein on
her vascular limbs. Her competitor was just big, big everywhere, the tallest
and widest Amazon I'd yet seen.

Sitting around the edges and commenting was a more rounder Amazon, still with
much muscle, but smoother, a big 'do of blond hair, and big breasts bulging at
her gym shirt. Next to her was a black girl with amazing curves and the
smallest of the Amazons, a wiry girl you just knew made up in aggression what
she lacked in size.

Oh, and then there were two more, so seven girls altogether. The sixth was my
'slave' of the previous days, who came up to me, gave me a big crushing hug to
welcome me and whispered that her name was Jill. She'd never said before. The
final woman was the older one that had first contacted me at school. She was
clearly the leader as the other girls deferred to her.

The older woman clapped her hands and the wrestling stopped and all the women
lined up around her. I noticed the men all stopped what they were doing.

"You've noticed that we have a new member of our support and service group.
This is the one I mentioned who we were very unpleasant to initially, but
fortunately that has all been fixed. Come here."

I walked over slowly, and she positioned me in front of her. The Amazons
closed up in a circle around me, a little intimidating, I have to admit.

"As a new person, you have to be initiated to our group. Three of the ladies
will get three minutes to do to you want they want. That doesn't sound very
long, but it can be more than enough. I have decided that the three will be
Tracy, Amanda and Carla, in that order. Remember what we talked about."

Before I could digest that, the massively big girl came forward, grabbed my
arm in a massive hand and pulled me over to a low bench at one side. She sat
down and without seeming to exert any effort pulled me over and deposited me
across her lap. Oh boy, a spanking.

I winced in anticipation, but the first slap on my ass was rather mild. In
fact, she gave me a proper warming up before beginning to work me. I turned my
head and saw the entire group, men and women were watching me, and I flushed a
deep red.

I heard someone call out "one minute." Tracy stopped.

"The way I like to do this, I'm only going to slap you five times more. Just
five. But you'll remember them."

And the first landed a massive whack driving me into her big thighs. I
couldn't help but cry out in pain. I had slowly recovered when I could feel
her tensing and flexing for the second slap. That was worse, because I knew
what it would felt like. Again, I gasped. I actually don't know how I got past
slaps three and four, but by the way she wound up for number five I was in for
it and she delivered a massive hit that left me shattered.

Not ungently, she shoved me off her lap and I collapsed to the floor. If that
was the first one, what could two and three be like?

I was allowed to rest a bit before Amanda approached me. She was the black
girl, all wild curves, and an ass out to there.

"You just stay on your hands and knees." And before I could think, she'd
mounted my back and placed her feet on either side of my head. "Crawl!"

I started crawling. When she wanted me to turn, she'd push on one side of my
head with her bare feet. As we turned around the room I again caught a glimpse
of the others looking at me. No one was talking, they were just staring.

Amanda was heavy and when time was called, I again just collapsed on the
floor. Amanda slid off and gave me a little pat on the small of my back. Nice
of her to avoid my sore ass.

Oh, oh, Carla was approaching. She was the vascular girl who'd been fiercely
wrestling when I came in. She shoved me in the side with a foot.

"Get to your knees." I did so, not very quickly. She dropped down to her knees
in front of me. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts and very tight sports
bra.

"You've got off easy so far, but I'm going to really show you what a woman can
do. We're going to wrestle for three minutes. If I submit you more than three
times, I get another minute. If I submit you in that minute, I get one more.
Get it? You're in trouble and you may never get out of this. Last little worm
I did just wound up in tears."

And with that she launched herself at me, soon wrapping me up. OK, you can
figure out my strategy quick enough, just play defense. Avoid getting trapped,
resist pain as long as possible, stall the inevitable submissions.

But damn, this girl was aggressive, and before I could think she had my back.
I defended with an arm to guard my neck and she attacked that easily pulling
me off. She was going for a rear naked choke and I kept turning and twisting
to try to keep her from getting her legs hooked around me.

I pushed her off for a bit, but she soon had her ripped legs firmly locked
around me with her on my back. I kept moving and going, but I was already a
bit out of breath. Soon the thick arm was around my neck and it was only a
matter of time. But I was determined to gain even a few more seconds and I
made her work at it until the pain was too much and I was getting dizzy. I
tapped out, and she let me go. I rolled off, with a sore neck now.

"Hold!" the older woman called, and then just a few seconds later, "go!" and
Carla was on me again. In an instant she had her legs around my middle in a
body scissors.

"I didn't tell you," she huffed as squeezed, "I have to use different holds
each time. This one will wear you down so much you'll have nothing left for
round three."

She started to clamp down and it was like being pinned between two cars. I
tried to lever my arm in between her legs to take some pressure off, but it
wasn't really helping. I tried twisting again, even tried to stand up to put
her off balance. I was cursing myself for stupidity, for letting her get this
hold so quickly. There was no way I could hold this for a minute.

If anything she gripped tighter. Then she loosened her hold and quickly
reapplied it even stronger. I tapped out again.

Again I was allowed a few seconds to rest before the older woman called "go."
OK, rear naked was out, and so was a body scissors, so what would she do now?

When she came at me this time, she threw me flat on my back and started
spreading out her legs. Oh, oh, she's going for a grapevine. I countered as
best I could, keeping my legs together. This actually worked pretty well and
for a bit she wasn't sure what to do. But she suddenly jumped and spun,
grapping a foot, trying to twist herself around one of my legs.

There was an instant, just an instant when she was off balance, and I shoved
with my other leg and sent her sprawling across the mats. She looked surprised
as much as anything.

Now she came at me again, but I moved away and sideways, making her spend time
catching up to me. This actually didn't take her long and soon she was on me
again. She attacked my legs, levering them apart. I pushed and countered and
in a moment when she had half turned her back on me made to put her in a choke
hold, but she broke that very quickly.

She had my legs apart and clearly was going for some sort of painful joint
lock when I heard the woman call "time." And my ordeal, or at least the first
part, was over.

Carla looked very pissed for a second, but it passed as she mastered herself.
She came over to me and lifted me to my feet. "Good match" she grunted before
moving away.

The older woman crooked her finger at me, and obediently, but sorely, I moved
over to her. She motioned me down and I knelt in front of her.

"There is more to us, much more, but you can see that we are a company of
women who keep a small number of men as pets and servants. You've seen what we
can do physically, and Jill tells me that you are willing to serve sexually as
well.

"So we offer you a choice that you must accept or reject immediately. You can
be part of our group, obeying any of the women under my command. For your
service, we extend our protection to you. Or you can decline. In that case, we
will take you home, safely and without incident. But then, you will never hear
from us, and likely never see us again.

"I know you would have questions, you want to know more of the terms of our
arrangements. But words on paper are worthless. So we extend a one month
probationary period to you. During that time you can see what we do and we can
see about you. At the end of the month both of us will decide if we should
keep you.

"Do you wish to become another of our pets?"

The moment, a momentous moment. You'd think I'd be daunted, tired of the pain.
But all I wanted at the moment was to lick sweat off of Carla and kiss the
feet of this older woman in front of me.

"Yes," was all I said.