SPIKE
By Cheryl at ccs46@hotmail.com
A lesbian woman forces herself to have her way with me

I'm a 26-year-old woman.  I am 5'6" tall, weigh 125 lbs.  I have no 
trouble getting propositions from many men.  I have long sandy brown 
hair and boast a 35c-bra size.  My name is Cheryl.  I have fair skin but 
a good complexion and I have smooth legs that I take care of and show 
off.  I am not prejudiced against lesbian women.  In fact, one of my 
best friends, Tammy, is a self-proclaimed lesbian woman.  She is 
beautiful in her own right, a 5'7 tall brunette, and the few people who 
know she is a lesbian, swear that I am her girlfriend.  That is the 
furthest from the truth.  Her and I are very platonic, and she likes 
butchy women anyway, of which I am not.  A strange incident occurred one 
night at a party at one of Tammy's friends.  Tammy invited me and I 
thought sure, I loved spending time with Tammy, and what better way than 
at her friend's party.  I always like to dress in sexy skirts, and I 
wore a short white skirt, of course showing off my legs, and heels.  
Tammy is like me and she wore a short black skirt.  We arrived at the 
party that evening.  There were many butch women of whom you could guess 
might be lesbian, and some who you couldn't tell, like me and Tammy.  I 
got many stares from many women, butch and not, and many women started a 
conversation with me.  Into the night, Tammy had gotten together with 
one of her girlfriends.  She slowly left my side as her and her 
masculine woman love were embracing each other.  Although I knew of 
Tammy's orientation, it was still a strange sight to see her in another 
woman's arms.  Some women would talk to me, but would soon get the hint 
that I wasn't interested.  There was a large woman named Spike who 
talked to me.  She was about 5'9", 150 or so pounds.  She was very butch 
with her black, shoulder length hair and her leather jacket.  She told 
me I had nice legs.  I thanked her for the compliment, then explained to 
her that I was a straight woman here with Tammy.  This woman told me 
that she knew Tammy well, and as a matter of fact, Tammy wanted me to 
come and see her for a second.  I agreed and was wondering where Tammy 
had disappeared to (although I had a suspicion she was with her love).  
I followed Spike up the hall and to a room.  I looked into the room for 
Tammy as I walked in.  Where was she?  All of a sudden I heard Spike 
close the door and lock it behind her.  Spike had told me that she had 
lied to me about Tammy's whereabouts.  All of a sudden I became nervous, 
did this woman want to rape me?  Spike explained that she was not going 
to let me out until I let her pick me up over her shoulders and carry me 
around.  I tried to tell Spike that I appreciated how she felt but that 
I was not interested in that kind of thing.  Spike did not listen to me 
as she easily scooped me over her shoulders.   I was helplessly draped 
over her shoulders as I felt her hands rubbing the back of my legs.  I 
really didn't know what to do and just waited to see what happened.  
Spike walked around the room with me hanging over her shoulders.  I felt 
her hands rubbing my legs, then my butt.  I only had on some panties, 
and I felt her put her hands under them to my bare ass.  She really was 
very strong.  I thought that this wouldn't be so bad if this were some 
studly man, but come on, a woman!  I started telling Spike to put me 
down, and I was swinging my legs to no avail.  Spike informed me that 
she would never put me down unless I followed some conditions of hers.  
"And what would that be?"  I asked her.  She wanted me to strip down to 
my panties only.  "Well, whatever turns you on you big dyke!"  I told 
her.  Spike put me down and watched me.  I looked back at her for a 
second, wondering how I could get out of this crazy situation.  Looking 
at her, I figured I had better do what she said.  I took off my skirt, 
and bra and was only in panties now.  I even kicked of my shoes.  
"Satisfied!" I asked her.  She looked at me lustfully, like a man would, 
then she came toward me and once again picked me up over her shoulders.  
Again I was carried around the room, helpless, as Spike rubbed my legs 
and my butt.  She even spanked my ass a couple of times.  I was 
humiliated.  I simply lay over her shoulders as she got her thrills 
carrying me and feeling my body.  I could hear her moaning at her 
pleasure.  She was a strong woman.  I knew now how Tammy felt when she 
was in the arms of a strong woman.  I never had a man do this to me.  
She did this for about ten minutes.  She put me down.  She looked at my 
body one last time and ran her hands down from my breasts to my legs.  
She told me I could get dressed and to accept her apology for her 
aggressiveness.  She walked out the door.  I stood there in awe.  I 
should have been angry, hurt, confused.  I was confused, but I felt like 
I was abandoned and robbed of a pleasurable experience.  I wished those 
strong arms were still here, even if they were of a woman.  I got 
dressed and re-joined the party.  I didn't see Spike any more.  I found 
Tammy later that night and never told her my experience.  A couple of 
weeks later, I was at a local department store shopping.  I saw a woman 
in leather there and looked to see if it was Spike.  It was, I 
approached her and said "Spike, remember me?"  "Yeah, sure, how are 
you?" she answered.  I got into a small conversation with her, ended up 
getting invited to her place as she gave me a ride on the back of her 
motorcycle.  Me in my sexy sundress and her in her leather masculine 
clothes.  This time I knew I wasn't going to let her strong arms get 
away. 


The End