Taken to Task by a Teenage Amazon By Beta Man Will's big night is disrupted by a young athlete. "No matter what they tell you there's good and evil in everyone", Poppy said from the couch, where she was sat languidly in thrilling underwear, smoking a cigarette and holding a cocktail in her hand. I, by comparison, was dangling from the ceiling in a rope harness that she had made, and I had the strong suspicion I might be naked. The rope chafed against my wrists, knees and arms as I spun slowly in a hog-tied position. The last thing I wanted to hear was that Poppy might consider herself capable of evil. I thought back to a few hours earlier and that fateful moment when I wondered, what's the worst that could happen? I hadn't considered this scenario for a second. It was the annual dinner and award ceremony at my rugby club. I was reluctant to attend, but had been told I was getting both Player of the Year awards as voted by teammates, and by club supporters. It appears that I am popular, at least on the rugby pitch. "With great popularity comes great responsibility", said coach informing me that attending was compulsory for me, and that dress was formal. Of course not until I arrived did I realise that was a lie. I was the only player there in a dinner suit and bow tie. I hoped I gave off a James Bond vibe, but feared it might be more waiter, as team-mates teased me with wine orders at every opportunity. As the evening wore on the alcohol started to take it's toll, people started indulging in what would euphemistically be called 'high jinx', laughter was more raucous, singing got louder, and every now and then a punch seemed to get thrown. For the most part I stayed away from where trouble was brewing. I stood against the wall watching events unfold. I had undone my bow tie and had assumed that end of the evening look. At this point I was a lot less drunk than those around me, and felt honour bound to intercept any trouble heading towards anybody who might be vulnerable or worse for wear. Not for one moment did I suspect that it was I who was vulnerable and trouble would arrive in the shape of Poppy. The first I knew was when passing she stopped to grab the ends of my bow tie. "My, aren't you the debonair one?", she asked, "are you licensed to kill or are you just pleased to see me?" At first I didn't realise who it was, I hadn't noticed her this evening, which surprised me as her appearance was certainly striking. She'd done little to conceal her womanly attributes, and she seemed to spill out of her dress at every seam and opportunity. It took me a few seconds to realise it was Poppy, the younger sister of the Bakewell brothers, Paddy and Sean, two second row forwards who topped six foot six. But while they had broken noses and cauliflower ears, Poppy had an adorable face, an open expression, rosy cheeks and a definite twinkle in her eye. She also had a sensational bosom, which despite spilling out of her dress, had a gravity defying perkiness that couldn't be missed. Clearly the height gene ran in the family as Poppy towered over me, as she was not only six feet two, but was wearing 4 inch heels. "Wow Poppy, I didn't recognise you, you've certainly filled out, and up since last we met. Are you at college now?" "I was at college for a while, but then was picked for the National Athletics Academy, I've been training as a Heptathlete", she replied, all the while twisting the ends of my bow tie, so that inch by inch I was being pulled closer to her. I now found myself barely inches away from her heaving chest. Suddenly Poppy released me and appeared to blush, "Sorry that must have seemed very forward, I'm not trying to seduce you". She smiled, "Would you like me to seduce you?" "How old are you Poppy?" "Nineteen" "Well I'm thirty one Poppy, and maybe a little too old to be seduced by the teenage sister of team-mates ". "I promise to go easy on you", she said smiling at me, "I'll be gentle, though if you like it rough I can accommodate that too". I didn't know quite how to respond, I wanted to laugh it off, but it was a novel experience to be looking up at a young woman towering over me. I felt strangely vulnerable and worse, aroused. She reached down, cupped my chin, and then softly kissed me. I suddenly felt like I was melting. This was ridiculous, only half an hour earlier I'd been the toast of the rugby club, the sportsman of the year admired by players and supporters, and yet here was this young amazon now making me feel like I was a nervous boy. She let her hand slip down my neck and pinned me to the wall, this time kissing me hard, and while I tried to respond I could feel her lifting me up off the ground. I seemed to be held in mid air by just her hand and her mouth. It was a relief when she reached down with her free hand to support me, or at least it was until it came to rest on my groin. "Maybe not too old to be seduced by the right person?", she asked, "and there's no point pretending otherwise", she said, taking hold of my aroused manhood. At this point I was totally disorientated. I was used to being in charge. Usually in these circumstances if anybody had an impressive physique it was me, if anybody was in control it was me, if anybody was dictating the speed of events it was me. Instead I found myself lifted away from the wall and I was having to wrap my legs around her waist to be held in position as she kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her neck, as I tried to reciprocate the passion of her kiss, but was distracted by the strength I could feel coursing through her body. Suddenly she stopped kissing me. She looked directly at me, while still holding me in position. It was the first time that I hadn't been looking up at her, but she still had all the power, she was still the dominant one. "I like you Will, but I need your consent if this is to go any further, and believe me, there is so much further I plan to go tonight. I will bring you to a state of ecstasy, but that will come at a cost, you need to know I plan on hurting you like you've never been hurt before, and while there are times you'll enjoy what I'm doing to you, there will be times when you'll be crying and wanting me to stop, but I won't. So you have to decide if we are going home together". She let me slide down off her, and I was once more looking up at her face. "You plan on hurting me? I take it I'm allowed to defend myself and to stop you?" "You're allowed to try, but you'll be wasting your energy and my time. You're a very good club level rugby player, but I'm an Olympic level athlete, do you have any idea how fit I have to be? It would genuinely make your eyes water." I'd never been spoken to like this before. Even when first starting in club Rugby as a seventeen year old and being mocked by the older players, I had never had anybody be quite so scornful of myself and the skills I might possess. Yet here was Poppy, twelve years my junior, dismissing out of hand my physical prowess, and yet I found myself momentarily, unthinkingly, nodding in agreement with her. "Why me?", I asked. "Because of all the men here, you're the best example of a sporting, strong, manly man, and I'm a womanly woman, and I sincerely believe that a womanly woman will always beat a manly man. So the question is, are you ready to be beaten?" I looked up at her open smiling face, and I wondered what was the worst that could happen, and when I compared that to what I imagined the best that could happen, it was a no brainer. "I give you my consent", I said, "but in turn I need your consent lest I should hurt you, though I want you to know that is not my intention, I intend hopefully to resist and possibly restrain your physical ambitions, and potentially have you admire my..." "Dadbod?!" "...My grit and determination to use my physical features in a manner that might surprise even an Amazonian powerhouse like yourself", I smiled at my own feigned modesty. "Kiss me like you mean it", she said. I tried to reach her by standing on my tip toes, but with no luck. She reached down and grabbed me by my ass and lifted me up. I took her face in my hands and softly kissed her on the lips. I was surprised to see that she'd closed her eyes and seemed to enjoy being kissed. She let out a little sigh. Just for a second it was like she was like any nineteen year old who liked being kissed. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She was clearly thinking what to do next. Maybe I'd changed her mind and she'd decided on a romantic evening. She had not. She took my hands in her left hand and pinned them against the wall above my head, she then pinned me against the wall with the force of her body and kissed me long and passionately. I was helpless, pinned like a butterfly, half way up the wall, her chest pinning mine, her legs entwining with mine. I then felt for the first time the power of her legs as she started to do a standing grapevine. At this point I was experiencing more pain than I had in the whole of the last season, as well as the most sexual excitement. I was moaning loudly, though I couldn't be 100% sure if it was pain or pleasure causing it. I was very confused. It was only at this point that I realised a large number of people had gathered round to watch their Player of the Season being erotically man-handled by a teenage amazon, who was using me as her sexual plaything. Almost simultaneously Poppy realised too that this was becoming a public sport. She turned to face the small crowd, "Looks like somebody can't hold his drink, I better get him home safe", and in one smooth movement she slung me over her shoulder in a fireman's lift and made our way out to the carpark. Nobody was quite sure what they were seeing, so simply parted to let us through. Poppy managed to open the rear door to her car and hurled me on to her back seat. I had the fifteen minute journey to try and come up with a strategy. As we arrived, all I had was what Baldrick would call 'a cunning plan'. I assumed Poppy would indulge me, if only to prove her complete mastery over myself. Arriving at her place, she reached in to her car, pulled me out and once more carried me over her shoulder into her appartment. I was unceremoniously dumped in the middle of her living room. "One thing I envy, is the sheer physicality of your sport, crashing into another person, overwhelming them with strength, or being overwhelmed", she gave me a sly smile. "How do you, player of the year, fancy a game of one on one with me, a teenage heptathlete?". "Well that doesn't sound fair", I replied. "Well how about if we make it that all you have to do is score once or stop me once, and whatever the score at the time, you are the winner", she held my gaze. "That sounds like a hollow victory", I volunteered. "Well, two points, firstly it's not hollow if you win the first point, and secondly, you're not going to get a victory, hollow or otherwise, so your reservations are academic. All you have to do is, starting at that wall, carry and touch the ball on this side. First to five, and if I don't win 5 -nil, you can do what you want with me I won't resist". At this point she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood before me in her finest lingerie. It presented her in all of her glory, whoever had designed it knew how to present a woman to her best advantage, and how to drive a man's imagination wild. I had been reticent to compete with Poppy, but seeing her in her underwear, I wanted to slam my body against her hardbody, every imaginable way. "Okay", I replied, my imagination getting the better of my sense of fair play. "Are you not going to ask what my prize is if I win?", she asked. "No. You are a formidable young woman Poppy, but this is where I excel, I refuse to visualise anything but success, and it will manifest itself", I said with a straight face. Poppy burst out laughing. "Well I guess we have a date with destiny, and she's just ordered the lobster", Poppy said throwing the ball to me. She kicked her shoes off and retreated to one wall. I took the ball to the opposite wall and looked at the seven or eight yards that lay between the two of us. "On three?...one, two, three", I counted, contemplating which direction I should take, but on three, she burst out at me and was on me, and tackling me back against the wall before I knew what was happening. The force of her tackle and the following impact with the wall left me stunned. She had speed like I had rarely witnessed on a rugby pitch and I was going to have to develop a meaningful strategy, and quickly. When I looked over it was clear that Poppy was raring to run at me, "You ready? Do you need a minute to get your breath back?", she smiled. I shook my head and readied myself to hit her hard and low. On the count of three she shimmied towards me, so I ran towards her, throwing my arms around her thighs and leading with my shoulder. That was a mistake. As she saw me launch myself she accelerated, and we collided heavily, but it was me who folded. She broke through my tackle, and I tried clinging on to her leg, but I found myself lying at her feet as she scored her first point. The view from the floor, looking up her legs was a sight to behold, she was resplendent, the embodiment of athleticism and strength. She looked down at me and asked, "So what specific qualities encouraged people to vote for you? I'm guessing congeniality rather than tackling". At this point I didn't know what to feel, I was obviously a little embarassed to be putting up such a poor show, but I was also increasingly aroused by her display of strength. I decided to try and slalom past her this time, but Poppy waited, anticipated my change of direction and simply tackled me low and lifted me off my feet before dumping me to the floor. Lying there with Poppy on top of me. I just wanted to grab her and kiss her, but she was quickly back on her feet, and I was once more staring up from the floor at her incredible physique towering over me. Once up myself, I decided it would be best to try and tackle her high this time, as low had left me vulnerable. Poppy was momentarily surprised by my high tackle, but her height advantage meant I was equally ineffective at stopping her, the only difference being that instead of clinging on to her leg as she ran past me, I was grasping hold of her bosom. "Two nil, and It would be polite to buy me dinner first", she laughed, as I released my hold and tried to act as though I hadn't been clinging to her chest. My next run I tried to surprise her by sprinting around her, but she again anticipated my plan, covered the ground quickly and brutally took me down, choosing to deliberately fall on top of me, her hands clasped firmly around my chest. Getting up I was bereft of ideas as to how I could legitimately stop her. I felt helpless as she ran straight at me, I used all two decades of rugby experience to bring her down, and she simply swatted me away. She stood at the wall, leading 3-0. We both now knew how this was going to end, but I was too proud to concede, and she was enjoying humiliating me too much to stop. My penultimate run she stopped me in my tracks, and simply carried me backwards in a fireman's lift. My final run she stopped me, and as a piece de resistance, lifted me above her head, and then shook me until I dropped the ball. "I so love contact sports", she said, dropping me hard to the floor. "Just one last run for all the marbles, and then I start to hurt you". She looked long and hard at me. I stared back, knowing that at least at this contest I had a slim chance of winning. "They say if you stare at each other for ten seconds, it means you're either going to fuck or kill", she said smiling, "do you want the good or the bad news?". "The bad news?" "The bad news is, there is no good news", she then ran at me one final time with the ball. I sped towards her and I bounced off her backwards, and suffered the indignity of being trampled underfoot. She performed a little celebratory dance standing over me. It was playful, and sexy as hell. She looked sensational, and she knew it too. I felt like the cartoon character whose eyes pop out on stalks and whose heart pumps in and out. "Close your mouth and I'll give you the whole show", she said laughing. She then started adopting a variety of poses that accentuated her physique to perfection. By contrast I lay stock still except for my widening mouth and my raging erection. I had no idea that I would find such muscularity in a woman so beguiling, exciting and yet also scary. This was definitely a body that could hurt me. This thought brought me back to the task in hand. "Before you continue doing everything you plan to do to me", I asked, "would you agree to a fifteen minute period where I am in control, and can do whatever I want to you, to try and convince you that there are better alternatives to hurting me?" She looked at me and smiled, "So this is what you came up with ? Okay, I'll indulge you". "Would you kindly lay down on the floor facing down ?", I asked apprehensively. The look she gave me was suspicious, but she agreed, and lay before me. I stood and looked down at her. There was a perfect symmetry to her body. I lay down on top of her, brushed her hair to one side and softly kissed her neck. I told her how beautiful she looked and regardless of what she chose to do to me, I would at least remember this brief interlude with affection. I kissed her neck some more and softly stroked her shoulder muscles. I could see the hairs rise on her neck, and could feel the goosebumps appear on her skin. I breathed warmly on the nape of her neck, before kissing and nibbling her ear. I heard her softly sigh. "You have the body of a goddess, an amazon, a warrior, but you also have the heart of a woman, and you want to be loved, to be loved like you deserve", I kissed her on her cheek. I turned her face towards me, cupped her chin and ran my thumb along her lips, before tenderly kissing her. I could feel her surrendering to my gentle advances. I gently caressed the curves of every muscle I could reach on her shoulders and arms. I kissed them softly, and as they swelled I would take as much of them as I could in my mouth and I would suck and lick them. Before Poppy had so thoroughly dominated and humiliated me, I would never believe that I would be indulging in such muscle worship of a woman, but here I was completely enamoured of my teenage conqueror. "Hug me", she said. I rolled both of us on to our sides. I slipped my arms under hers and pulled her in tight towards me. I could feel our bodies pleasantly pressing against each other. It felt wonderful to be gently holding this powerful woman in my arms, soothing her. I kissed her again. "Would you mind if I explained how love conquers all?",I asked between kisses. "I'm afraid your fifteen minutes are up", she announced.taking hold of my head and kissing me passionately. She then put her arms around me before stating, "that is what a kiss should feel like, and this is what a hug should feel like". She began a brutal bear hug. My arms were trapped by my side, and I could feel myself inexorably being crushed. I tried to flex my biceps to resist the force of her arms, but I could feel my muscle soften under the pressure. As though the bear hug wasn't hurting enough, she then wrapped her thighs around mine and started squeezing there. My body jerked convulsively between the two sources of pain. I was screaming for her to stop. She shushed me and, smiling, said, "Would you mind if I explained how brute strength conquers all?". I could feel all of the strength in my arms and legs had been drained away from me, but still she squeezed. "Can you imagine", she asked, "coming back to this one horse town, as an Olympic athlete, and having to sit through an evening celebrating you as the pinnacle of sporting excellence?". It was hard to believe that she could squeeze me any harder than she had already, but her mood seemed to double her strength, and I could feel both my arms and legs go numb. "And then to listen to your life advice about love. You don't get it do you? I am more than loved, I am worshipped, I am desired. I went to Japan to compete in the World Junior Athletics against the fittest young people in the world, and afterwards we fought and fucked like only the youngest, fittest people on the planet can fight and fuck, and yet you talk to me as though your sorry ass seduction will turn my head". She stopped squeezing me. She took my limp arm and with it she ran my thumb over my lips. I couldn't stop her, I lay there helpless. She climbed on top, knelt on me, and pinned my shoulders down with her knees. >>From where I lay she looked incredibly sexy, formidable and very dangerous. I had a close up view of her thighs, and I could see just how easily they could hurt me. "Come on baby don't you wanna dance with me?", Poppy sang, "can you handle, handle me?" She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up between her thighs, where she held me firmly, without yet squeezing. "I don't think you can handle this", was the last thing I heard before her thighs began compacting my head. She was right. I passed out soon after. When I came around I found Poppy was binding me in rope. My arms had been tied behind my back, she had tied my legs together and was now creating knots and loops around my torso. "Another thing I learnt in Japan was shikari, or how to bind people in rope. I find it quite soothing. Ideally you should surrender to your plight. You are naked and defenceless, and wholly dependent upon how I will treat you. Your body is mine, to please or to hurt, but, if you've been paying attention, it has been all night". She continued looping ropes up, down and around me with a cool efficiency. "It juxtaposes smooth bare skin with rough rope, strength against vulnerability, you are exposed, helplesss and submissive, and I am dominant, and must decide how to use, or abuse my power. Lying on my stomach, she pulled my tied legs backwards so I was trussed and hog-tied. Then with one hand she lifted me up and attached me to a hoist hanging from the ceiling. She walked around me as I hung in mid-air. She stroked my cheek softly, before running her nails across my shoulders. I found myself in limbo between pleasure and pain. She had put me there and continued to toy with me, alternating between spanking me and running her hand along the length of my aroused and throbbing penis, between biting my ear and licking my neck, between softly kissing me and painfully gripping my balls. She kept me on a knife edge of erotic desire. She then took my whole body and started spinning me slowly. She went and sat down on the couch and watched me twirling slowly. She lit a cigarette, and poured herself a drink. "No matter what they tell you there's good and evil in everyone", Poppy said. "Let's see if it's your lucky day. I'm going to toss a coin if it's heads, I will untie you, and let you go. This will be a night that you won't ever forget, there will be some moments that you will remember more fondly than others, but even the humiliation, and there was quite a lot of that, you enjoyed in ways that seemed to confuse you. But if it's tails I will beat you senseless, I will show no mercy, I will dominate, humiliate and emasculate you, until you have no other thought than to obey me and make me happy your every waking moment". As she finished talking I was spinning away from her and had a whole slow rotation of my body to contemplate my fate. As I came around to face her she spun the coin, caught it and turned it over. She then waited for me to rotate once more. As I came around once more she was stood beside me. She stopped my body spinning, looked me in the eyes and said, "Looks like it's your lucky day, heads". I looked right back at her, smiled and said, "Best of three?". She smiled wider than she had all evening. Reader I married her.