Top Bitches, 
by Martin Cooper



TOP BITCHES

by Martin Cooper

1. BEFORE HIS FIGHT

Brian ponders the first ever male - female gladiatorial contest.
He remembers his affair with Caroline.
He plans a sensation in the arena.

  BRIAN  sat alone in his cell and pondered his circumstances:- Now that 
he was Top Gladiator for the Empire, even his slavery was not 
uncomfortable as, unlike the others he had his own cell. All he had to 
do to justify his privileges was to go into the arena occasionally and 
kill another man for the pleasure of the Empress Diane - The Ice Maiden. 
 
Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow he would have to fight the top 
female gladiator, The Hooded Angel, for the Empress had decided that the 
Top Dog must fight the Top Bitch for her amusement: and the winner would 
be freed. It would be a real Battle of the Sexes and it would be filmed 
for Empire TV. 

 The Top Bitch was The Hooded Angel, a young girl who always fought in a 
red silk hood and whose identity was the talk of the Empire. Brian had 
admired The Hooded Angel for a long time as he had watched her fight and 
been impressed by her agile, delicate, almost feline sensuous movements. 
Then once he had seen her at an evening function wearing a very micro- 
miniskirt and had been seduced by her girlish figure, especially the 
erotic sight of her very slender thighs with just a hint of a bulge at 
the top inside of each thigh instead of the usual thickening of the 
whole leg just there. Like most of the other men present, Brian 
fantasised about The hooded Angel and wanted to find-out who she was; 
but she always kept her hood on. When the Angel caught Brian oggling at 
her pretty legs he was extremely embarrassed  and went red in the face, 
to her obvious enjoyment, and Brian felt threatened by her. The only way 
he could save his pride was to tell her that the women aren't real 
fighters like the men. Brian just could not cope with the thought that a 
woman could be a fighter unless she was ugly ie not feminine. 

 In fact, The Hooded Angel reminded Brian, in physique at least, very 
much of Caroline. But timid, pretty little Caroline, with whom he had 
been in-love for years,  was a very different girl from the fighting 
Angel girl.. Brian and Caroline had a very brief affair, but she just 
did not understand Brian's needs and wouldn't wear any sexy clothes for 
him. They had made-love on the first night and it had been wonderful! He 
had left her dress and knickers on and it had teased him so much that he 
had let himself-go completely in one of his rare orgasms with a real 
girl: Grunting like a pig as they both climaxed together. Unfortunately 
it didn't last because she didn't understand Brian's need to be teased, 
and without it sex just lacked the spice that he needed. Then one night 
she had stripped-off naked immediately and jumped-on him, but when he 
couldn't get it-up she had beaten her fists on his chest in frustration. 
He had tried explaining his fantasies to her and asking her to keep her 
skirt and pretty knickers on, but after that she had called him a 
pervert and ignored him. 

  Brian's thoughts came back to The Hooded Angel and the very thought of 
fighting a girl made Brian feel strangely turned-on. Defeating her 
wouldn't be a problem: after-all she was just a weak little girl. He 
turned his imagination to making the fight more interesting. He stood in 
front of the mirror dressed in his red fighting briefs, which held and 
emphasised his manliness. He admired his strong, lithe, masculine body, 
grinning as he noticed the large lump growing between his legs. Suddenly 
an amazingly horny idea came to him: He would disarm the girl and then 
rape her in the arena! The empress and her entourage were bound to be 
pleased by such a spectacle and might even allow her to live - for his 
reward he would ask for her as his concubine! He thought about lifting 
up her skirt, pulling her knickers aside and ramming his bone-up inside 
her: Spitting her upon his manliness.  He was pleased to see that his 
prick had gone so stiff that it was pushing the elastic of his briefs 
away from his belly. He clasped his erection and rubbed it gently as he 
imagined her silly little cries of distress: "No! Brian No! Don't rape 
me, please!". He couldn't remember ever having such a hard-on before and 
sniggered to himself as he realised that it was caused by the thought of 
the natural, violent conquest of the female by the male. Brian made 
himself stop masturbating so as to save his sexual energy for tomorrow. 

2. BEFORE HER FIGHT 

The Hooded Angel sets her trap. 

  THE HOODED ANGEL   was alone in her cell too, and she was curiously 
excited by the prospect of tomorrow's fight. She realised, of course, 
that she being a small and slender girl, Brian's strength would soon 
overcome her unless she used her brains - and maybe her sex to avoid it. 

 She normally fought in a knee-length skirt and a blouse, but now she 
stood in front of the mirror dressed in her little bright-red silk 
evening dress and wondered how that would look in the arena. Would it 
entice her opponent, goad him and distract him?. Angel was an extremely 
slender, even thin, girl with narrow hips: pretty rather than beautiful; 
only 5 foot 4 inches tall; with  large pretty blue eyes and long, fine 
honey-blonde hair which was crinkled and cascaded down to her tiny 
waist. She knew that she looked sensuous, graceful and exquisitely 
feminine and also that the minidress made the most of her figure: being 
tight around her firm little bust, but loose in the skirt to allow 
maximum view of her pretty thighs. She did some exercises in front of 
the mirror and was pleased to see that as she lifted her knee there was 
just a glimpse of a flash of silky white panty: Just what men liked - 
but perhaps it would make a trap and be Brian's undoing?! 

 Angel tugged the clasp at her waist and watched the dress part around 
her bust to expose her neat, hard little breasts which started to tingle 
and go hard. She looked down to see the skirt reveal her tight, silky, 
soft, white,  wet-look briefs and noticed with satisfaction that her 
prominent Mound of Venus was on display, emphasised by the tightness of 
the sheer material over it. She had to admit to herself that if there 
was any bait that Brian would go-for this was it. 

 She grinned to herself as she rubbed her fingers over her silky crotch, 
gently pushing one finger harder to part the lips beneath as her 
excitement increased. She forced herself to stop so as to save her 
sexual energy for tomorrow. 

3. THE EMPRESS COMES TO THE ARENA 

The Ice Maiden 

 THE EMPRESS DIANE  sat regally in her royal box overlooking the 
gladiatorial arena. She felt that as Empress she had to remain aloof and 
emotionless to her subjects, but she longed to throw-off these flowing 
robes and dress like a female fighter.... like The Hooded Angel. Diane 
secretly admired The Angel and envied the way she wore those short, 
knee-length, sexy skirts. Above all she liked watching Angel move when 
she fought and wanted to be a like her. Diane was only sixteen and 
startlingly sweet and beautiful: tall; very slim; with long straight 
blonde hair which she wore in plaits like thick ropes resting on her 
chest -just like a maiden should. Thousands of eligible and noble men 
pursued her; some of the most handsome, rich and powerful men in the 
world: but all had failed in the face of her notorious impassivity. She 
knew that she really felt inadequate and unsure of herself, thinking 
wrongly that men only wanted her for her crown: she also knew that they 
mocked her behind her back, calling her "The Ice Maiden" and "The Frigid 
Queen". She was desperately unhappy but clung to the principle that as a 
Goddess to her people she must not do anything to harm her image as a 
sweet maiden: the people loved her and she must preserve that. 

 Diane had enjoyed watching the men fighting since she was a little 
girl: her secret was that she got quite excited  when she saw the bulges 
between the men's legs wobble under their briefs when they fought. It 
was her idea for the women to fight too, but with much lighter foils 
instead of the heavy Roman Broadswords that the men used. She liked to 
see women fight. Now, at her decree, they were about to stage the first 
Female-Male fight and she wouldn't let anyone see that she was turned-on 
at the prospect. 

  Diane sat amongst her ladies, her relatives, her councillors and her 
guards watching the two fighters walk into the arena. She heard her 
entourage twittering amongst themselves and protesting to her that The 
Angel's dress was outrageously short and should be banned!. Diane 
ignored them because she couldn't take her eyes-off Angel's slinky 
little red silk minidress:- she was jealous! 

4. HIS SWORD- FIGHT 

Brian gets her knee where it hurts! 

  BRIAN  was shocked when he walked into the arena and saw The Hooded 
Angel doing some exercises for the TV cameras - she was a turn-on in 
that little red minidress! She looked vulnerable and sexy - and his rape 
fantasy of the night before came flooding-back into him, mind, body and 
soul. He experienced a pang of longing when he saw her girlishly 
enticing figure. He caught himself gaping openly and drooling when she 
raised her knee and he got a glimpse of dazzling white, shiny panty-
triangle: but what he didn't see was the little smile of satisfaction on 
her face as she noticed him looking - she saw that he had taken the 
bait! She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him coquettishly,  and 
he felt the sap rise -  he wanted her! 

 It seemed to be no time at all before they both bowed to the Empress 
Diane and Brian thought as usual "What does that frigid little bitch 
get-out of all this - perhaps she has an orgasm when someone is killed?" 
There was no time to think as The Angel's foil jabbed-up towards his 
belly and he had to move quickly to parry it: there was no time to 
think-about sex now. Brian had always belittled the female gladiators 
with their elegant and clever, but delicate and weak movements with the 
lighter weapon. Now he was surprised at how hard he had to work to avoid 
being hit. He attacked time and time again only to find that The Angel 
moved away effortlessly at the last moment and he was hard-put to defend 
himself against her vicious little counter-attacks. He was not used to 
the speed of fighting with the foil instead of the heavier sword. But he 
pressed her relentlessly and eventually she started to give ground, 
slowly and surely, so that it couldn't be long before she ran-out of 
stamina to defend herself or was forced-out of the ring. 

 Several times Brian had been distracted by the sight of a flash of 
satiny white knickers as she moved, and he felt himself getting harder 
with his balls feeling heavier in his briefs. He couldn't take his mind 
off the enticing view and he realised that he was becoming ensnared by 
his urges. Behind her hood Brian imagined The Angel's pretty face so 
sweet and doe-eyed and frightened as a rabbit. He decided to intimidate 
her. The swords clashed and he forced hers upwards so that he had the 
room to press himself against her body and felt his prick as hard as 
iron against her leg. His microphone amplified voice boomed around the 
arena as he spoke:-

 "I'm going to give a dog a bone , I'm going to RAPE you! and HUMILIATE 
you: BITCH!" 

 As he pressed her again Brian saw The Angel make small movement at her 
waist with her free hand: The next moment was utterly amazed to see her 
dress part to reveal a pair of small, hard little tits and he noticed 
that the nipples were erect! Brian was confused and thought it was an 
accident; - he didn't know where to look: He knew he shouldn't; and he 
tried to force himself not to do it; but he found himself doing it 
anyway; - he looked down and saw the most beautiful and erotic sight of 
his life. Brian saw the silky, soft, white, shimmering, wet-look sheen 
where the fabric of Angels knickers was stretched tightly, provocatively 
over the enticing curve of her belly ..and ..God in Heaven! ..The 
wonderfully seductive Mound between her legs seemed to be bursting 
through the clinging silk ...and he couldn't believe what he saw: It was 
damp! Brian was utterly mesmerised, stunned, ogling openly at the panty 
apparition as The Angel stepped towards him; each grappled with the 
other's sword-arm; she stepped closer until her tits touched his bare 
chest and he felt a thrill like an electric shock; he saw her pretty 
little knee come-up between his legs and felt his testicles pop like 
grapes. Brian didn't know what was happening to him as his gaze focused 
on The Angel's smiling eyes and mouth; then on her pretty breasts; then 
on curve of her belly; and then slid to that most wonderful triangle of 
femaleness between her legs. He was on his knees contemplating Angel's 
temptingly smooth shiny panty-crotch in stunned awe when he heard his 
own thin scream of pain through the wonderful fog of sexual allure in 
his mind; his weapon dropped from his fingers and he pitched forwards 
face-down in the dust. Brian writhed in the most agonising and 
excruciating awfulness of ball-pain - which no female can ever know or 
understand - it paralysed his body and his mind so that all he could 
hang-onto was the possibility that the searing, sickening torment might 
end, and the only movement possible was to clutch his stricken parts and 
thrash-about helplessly. He rolled-over onto his back and saw The Hooded 
Angel looking at him. He cried-out 

"Help me, Oh God, please help me! - Look what you have done!" 

He pulled-down his briefs to expose his vanquished genitals. The Angel 
just giggled, a camera-girl zoomed-in on him, and another girl brought 
the microphone closer: Brian was overcome with tears of humiliation and 
wailed 

"You may as well finish me-off: You've won, I'm beaten!.. 

Then he fainted. 
 
5. HER SWORD-FIGHT 

She find his weakness 

  ANGEL  was enjoying her fight as she had never done before: it was 
surprisingly easy to parry Brian's more powerful, but clumsy swordplay 
with her more elegant smaller movements. Obviously he was unused to the 
much faster swordplay with the lighter weapon. Occasionally she 
deliberately swished-up her skirt to tease and goad him with a flash of 
panty and was rewarded by seeing his startled look; even more-so when 
she saw the large mound in his pants growing bigger each time. She knew 
what a man's needs were and she was determined to take advantage of 
them. But now she was hard-pressed and knew that she would have to 
carry-out her plan soon. Then the bastard made his move and she could 
feel his cock like an iron bar against her body as he threatened to RAPE 
her: She felt her anger rising and an explosive desire for revenge - now 
is the time! The very thought of what she was about to do sent a frisson 
of excitement through her and she felt her breasts tingle again in 
anticipation: She would let him have it all-right!  Angel felt as if she 
grew taller and stronger and her legs moved wider apart to give more 
room for the incredibly hot, exposed feeling in her crotch. Angel tugged 
at the clasp and felt the cold air on her breasts, belly, and burning 
pussy as she watched Brian's unbelieving but hungry leer: first at her 
tits and then at her moist little triangle of panty She saw his ugly 
penis so hard that it pushed his briefs away from his belly and she knew 
that he wanted her very badly. Her whole body exalted in sexuality and 
sexual power as she too felt an electric shock go through her as her 
breasts touched his bare chest. Then she brought her knee-up into the 
hated symbols of male aggression, shuddering in mini-orgasm as her 
"avenger" parted Brian's thighs and squashed his balls like pips. She 
laughed triumphantly when she saw his stupefied look as he stared 
firstly at her breasts, then at her belly, and then at her crotch as he 
slid to his knees in supplication. Angel felt her quim turn to liquid 
fire as Brian howled in pain and pitched face-down in the dust of the 
arena. 

 The crowd roared "Angel! Angel! Angel!" and the TV camera-girls rushed 
forwards to film the ridiculous, beaten man as he pleaded with her. Then 
they filmed her, the victorix, as she strutted in glorious female 
victory. 

6. HIS WRESTLING-MATCH 

The Angel wins -  she's got me by the balls! 

   BRIAN  came-to groaning and clutching the awful ache in his balls and 
stared as he caught sight of The Hooded Angel strutting over him looking 
magnificently, confidently, radiantly, feminine. She had thrown-off her 
dress and was now naked except for her erotic filmy knickers. Brian 
gasped as he took-in the beauty of her body with her firm, proud little 
breasts; her gorgeously curved little belly; and the wonderful shiny 
bulge of her pudendum which goaded him with the possibility of sex 
after-all. 

 "Come and fight me if you dare!" 

shouted The Hooded Angel - and threw-away her sword. The crowd roared 
it's approval. Brian was frightened and from her defiant eyes he knew 
that The Angel knew that he was frightened: but he was shamed into 
standing-up to face her despite the horrible ache in his balls and his 
frazzled nerves. As he stood-up their eyes met; - he flinched; and they 
both knew that she was the superior. 

 They locked hands and Brian forced The Angel's arms back until he could 
feel her little breasts squash against him and he experienced that same 
little electric shock as before. He was hopeful of victory now, but very 
careful to keep his legs together to protect his still painful 
testicles. She kept ramming her knee into his left thigh-muscle until he 
felt the leg go dead. She started the same thing on his right leg and he 
realised that he had to do something or she would have him down. In a 
panic he let-go and brought his right hand down to cup her knee as it 
came-up; but with her now free hand she pushed his head back as far as 
it would go, and not only did it hurt, but he couldn't see...It was his 
undoing because, as he let-go of her knee so as to grab her hand again, 
she evaded him and he felt her hand dart down the front of his briefs. 
He writhed away from her but she was too quick for him and had him by 
the goolies - it was the end for him. The Hooded Angel took Brian 
expertly, holding her hand palm upwards in a claw with fingers wide 
apart: she sank her fingers into his flesh all-around his the root of 
his penis; then tightened her fingers into her palm, scrunching the 
balls so hard that his arms shot-out sideways in twitching paralysis, 
his legs locked solid and he squealed in pain and terror. 

"Get out of that!" 

 One of the TV girls crowed into the microphone 
 
"She's got him by the balls, She's got him by the balls - It's all over 
for him now!" 

Brian shrieked: 

"You've won!" "I surrender! 
 Mercy, Oh Mercy! 
 Please, please, Angel, Oh Angel let me go - I'll beg!" 

 "Go -on then" 

 said The Angel with a smirk for the camera. 

But The Hooded  Angel went-down on one knee, pulling Brian down too 
until he bit the dust, and then tightening her grip until he jerked in 
agony. Then she rolled him-over onto his back and as she gripped tighter 
again, he screamed, shuddered , and lay still. She stood over him with 
her hands clasped over her head in the victory pose. 

  The crowd went wild with appreciation of the spectacle, stamping their 
feet and chanting: 

 "Angel! Angel! Angel!, Female wins! Female wins!" 

The crowd had never seen a girl vanquish a man before - and they liked 
it. 


7. HER WRESTLING-MATCH 

The Hooded Angel gets her man. 

  ANGEL felt the most incredible sexual exhilaration as she threw the 
sword down and challenged Brian to a fight. She was glad of all those 
self-defence classes that she had been to. She knew deep down in her 
crotch that in challenging Brian to unarmed combat she already had him 
beaten - a girl is a better fighter than a man and what's more she knew 
not only that he was frightened of her, but that he knew she knew. Even 
as he forced her arms back she looked-into his eyes and saw not only the 
terror at the thought of another ball-strike, but also panic at the 
possibility of defeat. They both realised that in unarmed combat a man 
is vulnerable because his testicles are his a weak-point - and because 
he has to protect them at all costs, he leaves the initiative entirely 
to the woman. 

 She enjoyed watching him squirm to protect his weakness in the struggle 
and smashed her knee into his thigh, firstly on one side and then on the 
other. When he moved one hand to protect himself she pushed his head 
back until it would have broken his neck to go any further. When he let-
go with his other hand to try to stop that, she had him. Her free hand 
went straight to his weakness and it was all-over for Brian: she had him 
by the bollocks. He was impotent, disabled and completely at her mercy 
again:- she had won! As she crushed his pips she thrilled to watch his 
helpless agony until he could bear it no more and went limp. 

  The Angel strutted around the arena taking-in the adulation of the 
crowd, crowing over the victory of female over male. Then she took-up 
his sword  to go to finish-off the defeated man and take her revenge. 
There was another roar from the crowd as she stood in the victor's pose 
with one foot on the fallen man's chest and the sword held high. Angel 
felt a huge hot space between her thighs she had never experienced 
before as the TV girls scurried forward to film her and she shouted: 

 "So much for macho-male supremacy....Female defeats male....Pussy 
vanquishes cock ..and now all women must take their rightful place as I 
am doing now!" 

 The crowd cheered. 

 The Hooded Angel looked to the Empress for the signal to kill her 
opponent....but then she had an amazingly horny idea that seemed to 
spread her still throbbing excitement outwards from her crotch to make 
her whole body hot with sexual potency..... 

8. MALE SURRENDERS TO FEMALE. 

Is The Hooded Angel going to CASTRATE me? 

  BRIAN  felt the most awful ache which had spread-out from between his 
legs to numb his whole body. He felt a weight on his chest and looked-up 
to see a heart-stopping sight: His gaze slid up a lovely slender female 
leg to the tempting tiny fleshy swellings at the top of the thigh and 
his urge returned at the exquisite view of the alluring shimmering tight 
white panty which seemed to be familiar from somewhere. He heard The 
Hooded Angel's speech and the roar of the crowd distantly in his brain 
as he moaned and clutched at his stricken testicles. The TV camera-girls 
came to film his humiliation and he heard one say into the microphone 

 "Look at the great macho-male, beaten by a mere slip of a girl!" 

 Brian's head cleared quickly enough when he felt his hair pulled and 
his head jerked-back to see The Angel holding a foil across his throat: 
he thought he would shit himself!. 

"Take your hands away from your balls and I'll try to save your life" 

 she said. It took all his concentration to pull his hands away from the 
shamefully deflated parts and watch as she unfrocked his manhood. He saw 
The Angel's little hand grasp his bollocks firmly and then squeezed 
until he squawked like a mouse. The Hooded Angel posed for the cameras 
with Brian's balls and scrotum - his masculine pride - in one hand and 
his own weapon, ready to geld him, in the other. The crowd went 
delirious and the TV-girls came closer so that her trophies filled the 
huge monitor screen and his shriek reverberated around the arena: 

 "She's going to castrate me. No! Please, Angel..I'll do anything, Oh 
No, NO!" 

 "I could cut these plums -off , fry them and eat them in front of you, 
couldn't I?" 

 "Yes" he said in a "little boy" voice, hoping that she would feel sorry 
for him. 

 Brian couldn't believe it but the overwhelming of shame; the feeling of 
his balls in Angel's firm, hot little feminine hand; and the thought of 
being emasculated by her - the ultimate humiliation -  made his cock go 
harder than ever before and his whole body was suffused in the heat of 
shame and sexual arousal: He wanted to unload his shameful sticky 
humiliation in her little hand more than he had ever wanted anything 
before, but secretly he wanted to save it until the moment he saw the 
smug smile of triumph on her pretty little face and felt the snick of 
the blade - only this enabled him to hold-back the bursting dam.. 

"What would I do with one piece of useless meat and two bits of 
gristle?" she asked 

9. FEMALE HUMILIATES THE MALE. 

The Hooded Angel forces Brian to lick pussy He unloads his shame on her 
knickers 

  BRIAN  realised that The Hooded Angel saw the coming orgasm from the 
look on his face. She smiled mockingly, and  said: 

 "On your hands and knees, or it's off with your jewels!" 

 Actually Brian had no choice, he was powerless to resist as the little 
girl kicked him into the humiliating position and then mounted him from 
behind, still holding his balls in one hand. He could feel the 
deliciously slippery hot wetness of her pussy, delightfully rubbing the 
filmy fabric of her panty on his back as she rode him around the arena 
controlling him by the bollocks, just as if they were a horse's bit. The 
feeling of her hand holding him was delicious, but when she tightened 
her grip the pain / pleasure was overwhelmingly erotic. The crowd loved 
it too: seeing a purple-faced man so humbled and in the power of a 
young, pretty, and sexy girl. Brian collapsed in exhaustion, running 
with sweat,  with tears of pain, humiliation and frustration rolling 
down his cheeks. The crowd waited patiently for the next scene to 
unfold;- for surely this girl had an instinct for sexual drama. They 
were not disappointed. 

 Brian snivelled, grovelled and cowered before The Angel, rolling-over 
onto his back in the classic pose of submission. Then he watched in 
amazement and visceral shame as The Angel stood astride him - legs wide-
apart in a dominating stance , her knickers stretched tightly over her 
feminine vee, flaunting her charms in his face. She pushed the pommel of 
the foil under her knickers and up into her vagina...She wriggled until 
a look of enjoyment came-over her face, then withdrew the pommel and 
showed it to him: glistening with her mucus. The Hooded Angel's laughing 
voice boomed around the arena: 

" I want you to know that I led you-on from the start: you were doomed 
when I prick-teased you with my panties and you fell right into my trap. 
Now I'm going to punish you: I'm going to give a dog a bone, I'm going 
to RAPE you! SUCKER!" 

She kicked him-over cruelly until he was face -down again, then rammed 
the pommel-up his anus. Brian went up onto his hands and knees again 
with his bum in the air as he thought the huge thing inside him would 
split him-open. She pulled the dildo in and out and Brian couldn't 
determine which was the greater, the pain or the pleasure, all he could 
do was moan: 

 "Oh no, Oh no, Oh nooooooo, Oh YES! 

The crowd watched incredulously as his bobbing penis bobbed larger and 
larger and his large bollocks swung to-and-fro. Brian thought he would 
have the disgrace of them seeing his semen spurt in the dust but, 
fortunately, The Hooded Angel released him from his bondage at last and 
he sank-down in relief. 

 Brian had never known such burning red-faced shame before and he sought 
out any way to save his pride: He just couldn't have been humiliated 
like that by a GIRL!. He shouted towards the TV girls: 

 "She's NOT a GIRL, no woman could beat a man like that -she's a witch!" 

 He could not bear to admit to any defeat by a girl, never mind that The 
Hooded Angel had wiped the floor with him. But Angel wasn't going to let 
him -off the hook that easily. 

 Brian looked-up to see The Hooded Angel standing nonchalantly and 
shamelessly in front of him with her legs apart and her feminine charms 
teasingly and mockingly on-show. He was utterly mesmerised, seduced and 
provoked by the female allure of the heavenly tantalising smooth, shiny, 
soft, filmy hillock of soft flesh between her thighs and what was left 
of his willpower snapped. Brian stood-up and went helplessly to The 
Angel with his briefs around his ankles and his ridiculous manhood - his 
absurd submissive male weapon -  standing-out hungrily for all to see. 
As they kissed they locked their tongues together in a needy passion; he 
cupped his hands under her beautiful breasts, feeling the firmness and 
weight of them rapturously. Her breasts hung so that they narrowed in 
the centre and then widened towards the tips, which turned-up slightly 
to present the nipple upwards in a delightful rounded conical shape. He 
licked in a circle around each nipple; he kissed each nipple in turn and 
then licked, nibbled and suckled them until they were hard and jutting-
out; then onto his knees as making quite sure that his tongue was dry, 
he licked her belly and stuck his tongue in her bellybutton; he slid his 
tongue under her knicker-elastic and moved his head from side to side; 
he pushed his tongue into the panty-crease of her groin and moved it 
down the crease to her thigh; he pushed it against the tantalising mound 
of flesh between the creases, and then over-to the other side and up the 
other crease; Heaven had come for Brian as he brushed his lips against 
the tight, silky, shiny fabric covering Angel's honey-pot and felt it 
slick with her juice; so he nuzzled it more; his tongue licked gently; 
then it pushed into the fabric between her lips and probed, feeling her 
squirm with pleasure. He held the firm, silky globes of her knicker - 
covered buttocks with both hands, groping the soft slippery fabric 
against the firm roundness there; so he had to use his teeth to ease the 
elastic first over one hip, and then the other so that her knickers only 
just covered the vee of girlhood and a little of her fur could be seen; 
using his teeth again he pulled the centre of the panty-elastic 
downwards the last few inches 

"Oh Pussy! ....Oh ... Pussy!" 

he groaned as he unveiled the divine vision of Angel's delightfully 
sleek furry golden triangle and lapped the velvety down on the firm bud 
of her mound of Venus with his dry tongue. Brian's face flushed hot and 
red with embarrassment as he breathed-in her musky perfume and darted 
his tongue into paradise for the first time, sucking greedily on each of 
her lips in turn and rolling them between his; only stopping to drink 
thirstily of her nectar. Brian looked up adoringly and, his voice 
shaking with passion, pleaded: 

"Angel, I beg you, FUCK me and I'll obey your every command for ever!" 

 The Hooded Angel gave a little moan, sniggered mockingly, and then said 
with a grin 

"But Brian, according to you, I'm not a girl! Service me!" 

 Before Brian could reply he felt her hands on the back of his head as 
she rammed his face between her legs and he finally penetrated the 
sublime femaleness of her inner cave, probing up and down and side to 
side until she stiffened as he touched the hardness of her mucousy 
clitoris. He surrendered himself to her femaleness as he licked and 
sucked and kissed and probed with relish and she writhed in delirium so 
that he could feel her buttocks tightening and loosening spasmodically 
as she heaved her pelvis back and forward. Then Angel squealed and 
shuddered with orgasmic delight and forced Brian to the ground where she 
reversed her position on him to "69": grinding her crotch in his face, 
cuffing his penis scornfully and flicking his balls with her finger to 
make him lick more and more quickly: Licky licky licky went his tongue 
faster and faster until gradually she reached climax, bucking violently 
and letting-go two little grunts when she reached it. She made quick 
little jerking thrusts for a good 10 minutes and then was almost still 
for 10 minutes, gripping Brian's head tightly with her thighs while she 
squealed and moaned alternately with pleasure. Little rivulets of sweat 
ran between her breasts, down her belly into Brian's hair. Angel flicked 
his ridiculously questing prick and balls several times and then stood-
up leaving Brian panting with his face covered in her sexual juice. 
Brian felt abused and humbled, but never before had such unrestrained 
lust gripped him. He looked-up to see her sneer of contempt in return 
for his adoring gaze at her face and her Pussy. The crowd was silent 
now: shocked at last to see a man's face and his pride ground into a 
woman's crotch and his manhood scorned. 
 
The Hooded Angel pulled-up her panties and Brian was desolate: 

"Angel, you've put you knickers on! Please let me have Pussy! More 
Pussy!" 

 As she put-on her dress to cover herself, The Hooded Angel said: 

"Brian, when I command, you OBEY! - take-off your pants." 

 Brian timidly stood-up with his pants round his ankles and stepped-out 
of them, looking-down with horror at the give-away of his erection like 
a ramrod, and the dangling balls. 

"Have I, given you a good hiding and made you eat Pussy?" 

"Yes" he whimpered softly. 

" Do you want me?" 

"Yes, Oh, YES, Angel, I need you, my body worships yours!" 

"And I'm a GIRLIE?" 

 Brian couldn't answer and used every bit of will power he could muster 
to stop himself from begging her for sex again by avoiding looking at 
the exquisite vision of femaleness which confronted him. It was no use, 
he looked and he licked his lips; he went to Angel with his silly cock 
bobbing up and down and embraced her: her hard little breasts delicious 
against his chest; his shamefully erect penis hot and throbbing against 
her skirt and both of them slick with their fresh sweat.. They kissed 
passionately and when he used his technique of rolling her lips between 
his she darted her delightful little tongue deep into his mouth. She 
smiled sweetly as she reached-down squeezing his testicles cruelly, and 
he went rigid with pain. She pulled the front of her skirt-up until his 
shaft rested on her belly and then pushed the skirt down-again over his 
penis so that it was trapped between silky panty and silky skirt. His 
hands groped the  hard little melons of her bum through both panties and 
skirt in sensual bliss. 

"I know what you are up-to, Brian, you have to admit that I have 
conquered you and so the only way you can save your male ego is if you 
don't acknowledge that I'm a GIRLIE: So I'm going to make you anoint my 
girly-knickers with your spunk and then you can't deny that I'm a GIRLIE 
can you!" 

"Oh no, the shame, NO! Spare my pride!" 

he pleaded, but she crushed him until all he could think-about was the 
pain. She relaxed her hold: 

"Feel my crotch, Brian!" 

He couldn't stop himself ramming his cock against the luscious sensuous 
tumescence in her panties. Again she crushed him until pain took-over, 
then relaxed the hold: 

"Feel my bum!" 

Despite a huge mental effort in trying not to, he held her arse and 
rubbed the fabric over it in ecstasy. It was tactile perfection. 

"Give-in?" 

"No!" 

"You will!" 

 she said as she pushed him back and grabbed his penis - forcing it into 
the luscious slippery panty-cleft between her vulvas. Brian knew that 
she was playing with him and he was a goner. He was overcome by the 
feeling of the smooth, filmy, slick wet fabric pressing against the head 
of his dick...he would have given his life to be allowed to penetrate 
the filmy barrier that was between him and her forbidden girlishness, 
and he had such an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate that his shaft felt 
full of burning lead and his balls like huge white-hot iron cannonballs. 
He tried to pull down her panties. 

"Try that again and I'll cripple you for life!" 

"Oh Girl, Oh Angel , the frustration is awful, give me pussy, PLEASE!" 

 he screamed, but now she had his cock back on her belly and his balls 
jammed into her slippery slit. It was more than a man can bear and he 
screamed 

 "Panteeeees!" 

 as his back arched so that their chests parted and he longed to feel 
her hot hard little tits against him again. They both looked-down as she 
lifted her skirt to unveil the huge angry red knob trapped against the 
silk over her pubic mound, glistening with her oily juice. 

 At that moment The Hooded Angel tore-off her hood and shook her honey-
blonde hair: Brian looked with utter amazement at the pretty, sweet, 
elfin little face of Caroline!  "The Hooded Angel", his conqueror, was 
demure, timid, weak little Caroline! 

  "Oh sweet girl, you have beaten me, please save me from humiliation: 
bring your heavenly little knee up again and finish me-off!" 

"I'm tempted, but I'm not letting you off the hook that easily, Brian." 

she giggled. 

Brian tried to hold-on, but he couldn't save his pride: He struggled and 
fought against it in desperation but his vision was a miasma of erotic 
images: most powerful of all was Caroline's sweet little face; then her 
hard little tits; the shiny curve of panty on her belly; the glistening 
delight of her knicker-clad Mound of Venus; and the exquisitely slender 
thighs. Suddenly his pride, his male ego shattered as the dam bust, and 
he grunted several times, just like a pig. The last shreds of his 
dignity and his manhood SURRENDERED  to Caroline's girlishness and from 
that moment there could never be any question that power was hers. The 
relief was exquisite as he let-fly and the first spurt spattered her 
breasts. With her free hand she rubbed it-in around her nipples. Their 
eyes met and she said "There, surrender wasn't too bad was it - Do you 
feel better now?"  "Yes! Oh, Yes!" he sobbed: "Brian surrenders to 
Caroline, Girlie Caroline: You have beaten me, Oh GIRLIE!" as he 
unloaded more on her panties and globules of white male shame ran-down 
her belly. They lay-down with Brian underneath and she pushed the head 
of his prick back into the cleft again so they could both feel the hot 
sticky spunk trapped between silky panty and his glans. He lost control 
of himself utterly, enjoying spasm after spasm of orgasmic ejaculation 
gushing time and again into her slit, then on her belly and her panties, 
he even managed to pour some over the lovely little swellings at the top 
of her thighs; grunting loudly, shuddering with pleasure and crying-out 
(to Caroline's obvious delight and amusement) 

 "Oh! Oh! Oh! Caroline! Girlie! Oh!" 

every time he came. His ecstasy was perfected when she put him hard-
against the slimy panty-covered Mound of Venus and he shuddered his 
shame one last joyful time. Their bellies were stuck together with the 
thick white semen which was unrefutable proof that Brian submitted to 
Caroline's girlishness. 

 Brian lay blissfully in their sweat and his shameful spunk and watched 
Caroline stand-up so that the cameras could come-in close on the 
globules of spunk which she displayed proudly on her knickers as proof 
of her victory and his humiliation. Then, incredulously he watched her 
step-out of the panties to stand astride him. He gazed in admiration at 
her wonderful tantalising body, perfect golden triangle and delicious 
slit, and then stared in shock as she let him have a bladderfull - 
hosing him-down with her urine. 

"See, I PISS ALL OVER YOUR MANHOOD!" 

 In the raging heat of his passion and humiliation he cried-out: 

"Caroline: Castrate me and then kill me - put me out of my misery!" 

 But Caroline had ideas for the future of the stricken man's bollocks. 

  Two of TV camera girls went-over to the Caroline and asked her how she 
had beaten the stronger man: 

"Once he saw my panties he was done-for in the sword-fight, and in 
unarmed combat a man is no match for a woman - he has to protect his 
bollocks at all costs and so the woman always has the edge." 
 
  One of the TV camera-girls went-over to the destroyed male and held 
his head-up to the microphone while the other focused on his face as she 
asked: 

"What's it like to be defeated by a woman?" 

"It was the most painful, deeply shameful, humiliating and yet exciting 
and erotic experience of my life. To be defeated by The Hooded Angel in 
the sword-fight was humiliating enough; but to be conquered in unarmed 
combat by her was awful - and then to discover that it was sweet little 
Caroline who had thrashed me was more than I could bear, so that when 
she made me cream her knickers I thought I would die of excitement and 
shame. But it was the most complete orgasm I have ever had" 

 There was no need to use his balls as she rode him out of the arena. 
Brian was a slave of his own dreadful humiliation as he crawled- away to 
the jeers of the crowd, his spirit broken and utterly submissive to 
Caroline's very female domination. 

  To end the show the TV cameras showed shots of The Hooded Angel about 
to sever Brian's bollocks; of his defeat in unarmed combat and dwelt on  
the globules of Brian's spunk  spilling out of her bellybutton and 
rolling-down Caroline's shiny panties and sliding over her Mound. 

10. A GIRL SAVOURS HER VICTORY 

Caroline enjoys orgasm her way! And makes him grovel. 

 CAROLINE  remembered the affair with Brian, and was sorry that it had 
ended. She had fancied his slim, wiry body, very large dark-brown eyes, 
and deep dark-brown masculine voice from the start, and he was the best 
kisser in town: rolling her lips between his in a delightful way. When 
they had made-love the first time it had been exquisite: She had enjoyed 
rubbing his hard golden-brown body and watching him grunt like a pig as 
he lost control, moaning - "Don't stop, Please don't stop! as they 
climaxed rapturously together. The trouble was that it was never the 
same again and he had that thing about having sex with her clothes-on 
which finished it-off. 

  Now Caroline experienced a sexual thrill more potent than anything she 
had known before as she sprung her trap and destroyed the nonsense of 
male superiority forever. When she posed as victorix over the beaten 
man, her appetite increased as she saw the look of utter submission in 
his eyes as he came-round from the thrashing she had given him: He 
stared admiringly and longingly at her body. She thought she would 
explode into orgasm at any moment as she held Brian's testicles - the 
very symbol of his maleness - and threatened to slice them-off! Brian 
the man, the "superior" male grovelled at her feet and begged The Hooded 
Angel to let him keep his very manhood which it was in her power to 
take-away as her battle-trophy. She revelled in the sensation of her 
hot, wet, sheer panty-covered lips squirming against his back as she 
rode the despised man around the arena. She enjoyed rubbing his nose in 
the fact that she had trapped him with her panty-tease and turned the 
tables on him with his threat to "Give a dog a bone" and rape her. She 
made theatre of wetting the pommel of the foil in her quim before 
fucking him with it: RAPING him with it. As his eager tongue licked her 
panties and them searched for her pussy Caroline squirmed with pleasure. 

  When his tongue probed her she enjoyed it so much that she let herself 
go: shuddering and squealing with ecstasy as the unworthy Brian humbled 
himself at her command and she vanquished him yet again. She felt 
invincible as she forced him to the ground and fucked his face. This was 
the wildest, most exquisite orgasm she had experienced, involving her 
entire body and soul in a climax of female power in a way she had only 
fantasised about, and now the euphoria of actually doing it made her 
glow. Caroline felt hot, calm and superior as she pulled-up her knickers 
and put-on her dress. 

  For a moment Caroline was intimidated by the sight of Brian's erect 
tackle, those huge symbols of male power coming-at her: - with his 
enormous throbbing red round-headed weapon bobbing proudly and great 
swinging balls, but she knew that a man is powerless and docile while 
his balls are in pain. She had read that it is rather like holding a cat 
by the scruff, or "twitching" a horse - a man caught by the testicles 
can think only of one thing: release! -  Yet all his strength and 
willpower deserts him and he is utterly immobilised; paralysed; 
disabled. Still, she was amazed to find-out just how delicate a man's 
balls are; she had only to hold them and give the gentlest squeeze to 
render Brian helpless and twitching - his whole powerful masculine body 
wriggling in her power. She held the power of life and death over him 
and it needed only a subtle movement of her hand to exercise that 
absolute power. Caroline laughed aloud when she scrunched Brian's 
knackers and he desperately groped her buttocks, rammed his rock-hard 
maleness against her, unable to remove the flimsy barrier between him 
and her forbidden fruit - the diaphanous fabric of her panties tormented 
him. She giggled as she saw the pain and the dilemma in Brian's face:- 
he longed for relief, but he couldn't allow himself to come and in so 
doing admit that he wanted the little girlie who had thrashed him in a 
fair contest.  All his male strength came to nothing while she held his 
power in her hand and rendered it impotent. 

  Brian groped; he thrust; and he cried-out "Panteeeees" in frustration. 
Caroline was so turned-on by her power over the male that she couldn't 
resist the ultimate revenge of tearing-off her mask to reveal to Brian 
that he had been beaten by:-  timid little Caroline! She was thrilled 
when he arched his back and she could see his whole body straining 
against the inevitable: The cords in his neck stood-out, his glistening 
chest muscles bulged, and a trickle of sweat ran-down his between them 
so that she felt it on her nipples as she caressed his chest with her 
tits. When she shoved his prick against the smooth fabric guarding her 
pussy, his hard, lean, strong masculine body finally broke on her 
delicate femininity: rock broke on paper; Yin defeated Yang; soft 
shattered hard; the moon outshone the sun; dark overcame light; woman 
conquered man. He submitted to her the first spatter of spunk which 
joined the sweat on her breasts. Then he grunted just like a pig as he 
provided the ultimate proof of Caroline's irrefutable female power: He 
CAME for her, he filled her bellybutton with a great globule of spunk, 
then she watched the sinews in his thighs standing-out as he rammed 
himself hard against her body, grunting and shuddering as he unloaded 
the rest all-over her girlie- knickers until they were soaked. The TV 
cameras caught the white, sticky shameful semen as it slid down her 
belly for everyone to see. Caroline knew the fulfilment of the complete 
victory of her beautiful, delicate little female body over this ugly 
masculine grunting pig. 

  When Caroline pissed over Brian she was celebrating and demonstrating 
to the world that she was dominant and Brian submissive: she was 
exhilarated to show that she had beat him easily and scorned his manhood 
while he coveted her girlhood. She had unmanned him; degraded him; 
broken him and deflated him. She wanted to share with all the other 
girls the perfume of victory : She savoured the fresh tangs of his sweat 
and her own sweat, the light bleachy smell of his spunk, and the dark 
musky aroma from her mucus. Caroline rather pitied Brian as she rode 
him-out of the arena - glistening with sweat -, bullying him into 
humiliation with her female aggression so that she didn't even need to 
hold his bollocks - he was too dejected to risk another fight, another 
beating. 

11. RAPED - BY A GIRL! 

The Ice Maiden rapes him -While Caroline takes him from behind! 

   BRIAN  lay in his cell the next morning crying with shame, cradling 
his smashed manhood -his demolished male pride. He remembered Caroline's 
deliciously teasing glossy panties clinging to the luscious, succulent 
golden triangle between her divine thighs as she rammed his throbbing 
cock into her cleft and he could feel only the merest slip of slithery 
silk preventing him from ravishing her. But he also remembered the 
thrill and pain as she crushed his scrotum. He imagined the flash of the 
blade; the snick: the agonising pain: the sight of her holding her 
bloody trophy aloft for the jeering girls to see. He imagined the blood 
trickling down her arm and splattering on her pretty, cruel, mocking, 
taunting, triumphant little face. Brian re-experienced the heady 
intoxicating thrill of humiliation and reached-down to release the 
pressure and let it-go all-over his belly;- but there was an 
interruption. 

 The door burst-open and Brian was surprised to see Caroline enter the 
room dressed only in the panties which - he went red when he saw it - 
were still covered in the white stains as evidence of his degradation. 
She saw his embarrassed look at the stains and laughed at him: then she 
saw his hard-on and giggled when she realised what he had been thinking-
about. Before Brian could stammer-out an excuse the crew of the TV girls 
walked in - followed, unbelievably, by the Empress Diane herself! But 
this was the most shocking thing he had seen in his life: she was 
wearing Caroline's suggestive little skimpy dress! The Frigid Queen in a 
sexy dress! 

 Hot with shame Brian prostrated himself before the two women, trying to 
hide his priapus. In the event, when Caroline ordered him to stand to 
attention he was very relieved to find that terror had unmanned him and 
he was mercifully flaccid. He was thinking how sweet, pure, innocent, 
demure and virginal the beautiful Queen looked, even in that enticing 
dress, when to his horror The Ice Maiden lifted-up her skirt to give him 
an eyeful of the sheen over the seductively rounded hillock in her shiny 
red satin briefs. Brian whimpered as his organ lifted to stand at 
attention too! Quickly Caroline slammed him against the wall and tied 
him hand and foot to the metal rings which were set in the wall to 
restrain prisoners. The Empress took a whip from the TV girls and 
proceeded to lash him harder and harder as he shrieked for mercy. At 
every lash his crazy prick went harder and tried to reach-out to his 
tormentor's panty-crotch. 
 
 When Brian hung limply from the rings The Ice Maiden gave him another 
surprise by tying the thick ropes of her plaits around his neck and 
kissing him passionately. Caroline untied him and the two TV girls 
carried the astonished man to the bed where The Ice Maiden got on-top of 
him, straddled him, grasped his testicles expertly, and groped his 
tongue with hers. She took his member in her hand and, making sure he 
was watching every movement, guided it under her skirt where rubbed it 
on her hard, succulent knicker-clad belly. She then shoved the head of 
his penis onto the smooth hillock, down to the cleft below it, and 
rammed-it into the gauzy slit so that the clinging satin engulfed him 
but wouldn't allow his eager attempts to penetrate. Brian moaned with 
desire. She pulled her knickers aside and used him to probe her slit, 
rubbing it up and down and then thrusting the head up-against the 
barrier of her maidenhood. Brian tried to jerk her knickers-down but she 
gripped his knackers harder until he squawked in agony and frustration. 
She said gently 

 "No, you can't see an Empress's pussy!" 

 and then enfolded him in the portal of her heavenly sweetness and he 
felt her hymen part, allowing her to engulf him in the oily-velvet 
smooth  vagina. She fucked him viciously, hard and quick, and he felt 
his avid passion respond to her rhythm as they both screwed their 
bellies together. He was enticed and aroused by the feeling of the silky 
knicker fabric between them as they both panted raggedly in the need for 
release. Brian had seen that Caroline was masturbating herself with the 
handle of the whip and now he felt something hard and slimy probe his 
anus. He realised that Caroline was pushing the handle of the whip - 
dripping with her juice - into him. The Ice Maiden was no more, and 
Diane's thrusting was as frantic as Brian's now: she shrieked, exploding 
into convulsive grinding of her pelvis onto his. It was double rape: 
With Caroline pushing deeper into his bum between each thrust of Diane's 
heavenly forbidden velvety vagina onto his shaft Brian was losing 
control of his body. He cried-out: 

"Please don't stop, don't stop!" 

 and he bit-into one of the girlish plaits in passion. He was forced to 
let-go of himself and she de-spunked him in a wonderfully fulfilling 
orgasm. She made it perfect for him by describing each time in detail 
how she felt the hot sticky spunk gouting deep inside her every time she 
milked him, and this goaded him to thrust deeper and harder to try for 
the ultimate satisfaction of giving her everything: He got it as he 
squirted time and time again and they both moaned in rapture, hugging, 
kissing and thrusting each-other until they were utterly spent and 
deeply gratified. For an hour Brian and Diane cuddled and fondled each-
other in happy, blissful enjoyment. Brian alternately kneaded Diane's 
firm, hard little satin-clad bum and stroked her lovely thick girlish 
plaits. For him, her plaits would for evermore be a symbol of female 
sexual aggression - innocent, virginal, and disturbingly sexy. 

  Brian gazed contentedly at Diane's sweet, innocent, lovely face and 
kissed her tenderly. He was hurt and shocked when she stood-up, 
straightened her knickers and skirt, and said as she left the room: 

" He's your slave now, Caroline, except when I want him" 

  Brian felt Caroline withdraw the dildo from him and he saw her grin as 
she showed him what she'd fucked him with. They embraced in genuine 
affection. 

"Remember that you are only a man, and from now on you belong to me" 

 She said. He fondled her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the 
other and was surprised to find that he still had an appetite for her. 
 Brian was utterly overcome with passion and pleaded: 

" Caroline, I love you and serve you...I crave for female domination: Be 
cruel, dominate me, please. Castrate me my love; geld me; emasculate me; 
unman me; cut my disgusting goolies-off and show the trophies of my 
feeble manhood to the world." 

  Caroline smiled sweetly, kissed him, and then said 

"I'll fight you for them - and we'll fight naked this time so you are 
not at a disadvantage from my panties!" 

 Caroline stepped back and took-off her panties, facing him in her 
nakedness. 

Brian was overwhelmed once again by the sheer aesthetic delightfulness 
of her beauty and hesitated. As she went for him he grabbed at her arms 
- only to find that she side-stepped, hooked her leg around his, and 
pulled him off-balance, so that he fell heavily. Agile and graceful as a 
cat she was on top of him, pinning his arms to the floor. He used his 
strength to turn her-over and pinned her shoulders to the floor. 
Quickly, she brought her legs up behind his head and had him in a leg-
hold around the neck, but he twisted his head out of it. They were both 
panting now. While she tried for another neck-hold he turned around and 
managed to pin her shoulders again but from the other way-around this 
time: She was upside-down to him so that he was on-top and they were 
face-to-face with her body stretched-out in front and away from him - he 
thought he had her in his power at last. However, Caroline jack-knifed 
her body and brought her legs up-around his neck again, locking them at 
the knees so that his face was in her juicy pussy, then straightening 
her legs so that she pulled his body forward on-top of her. As Brian 
fell forward his dangling testicles came-down within range and Caroline 
only had to open her mouth and take them, squashing them gently between 
the roof of her mouth and her tongue and then closing her teeth onto the 
scrotum. Brian went rigid with fear and excitement as he desperately 
tried to please her with his tongue. As he felt her teeth start to bite 
he gave-out a long moan and even as she released his head and his 
testicles so that he leaned back, he lost it completely as his last, 
sweetest, most gratifying sperm exploded out of him onto Caroline's 
face. His need to come again was too urgent for him to stop her as she 
engulfed his face in her pussy again and took his balls back in her 
mouth. Brian knew that Caroline wouldn't deliberately castrate him 
because she wanted to keep him intact to play with again, but what would 
she do in a moment of passion? Caroline breathed harder and harder as he 
probed her with his tongue, and then she started to make little 
squeals:-  he waited meekly for THE ultimate masculine THRILL that every 
man secretly dreams of! Brian felt Caroline's teeth tighten on his 
scrotum ......................... ...... 

12. THE ICE MAIDEN LOSES HER VIRGINITY. 

She rapes her man! 

  THE ICE MAIDEN  sat rigid and deeply embarrassed in her seat as she 
saw the hard, masculine Brian humbled and overpowered by the soft and 
feminine little Hooded Angel. At every twist and turn of the contest she 
found herself becoming more and more aroused. She was so unwilling to 
admit this to herself that she told her ladies it was unnatural and 
disgusting to see a woman walk-over a man. She hoped that this would 
cover-up her inner thrill and squirming embarrassment at what was 
happening to her. When she saw The Angel knock Brian-down she wanted to 
cheer; when she saw her beat him in the wrestling bout she wanted to 
scream for the female victory; when she saw Angel about to cut Brian's 
bollocks-off she wanted to shout "Geld the bastard!"; when she saw the 
man's face ground into the girl's crotch she wanted to make him lick all 
the women in the arena (her first!); when she saw him cream her knickers 
and give that last humiliating jerk, she wanted to scream "Brian's spunk 
is man's defeat!" ..but she couldn't do any of these things. Most of all 
she enjoyed the spectacle of the ultimate male degradation of having a 
girl piss all-over him: The Hooded Angel certainly had style. 

 It was with amazement that Diane watched her younger brother's face go 
redder and redder with embarrassment and suddenly - as it looked as 
though The Hooded Angel was about to hack Brian's testicles-off - he 
shuddered and she saw the wet patch on the front of his shorts: He had 
creamed his pants! Diane realised with a shock and a kind of relief that 
she was not the only one to get a sexual thrill from seeing a man 
humiliated by a woman. It occurred to her suddenly that this might be 
quite normal for both men and women. She looked around the men nearby 
and realised from their shamed red faces that most of them had disgraced 
themselves - and the women were a bit shame-faced too! 

  Diane was the Frigid Queen no more!: She was deliriously, wickedly, 
aggressively on-heat. She went hot from head to toe when she saw 
Caroline ride Brian out of the arena. Her forbidden area was a liquid 
fire but she pretended not to notice that her entourage was pretending 
not to notice her scarlet face as she squirmed in delicious, guilty 
shame at her arousal. She went-off to her room, but in morning she would 
go to find Caroline. 

  As empress she had never had a thrill like this before, she came into 
Brian's cell and came face-to-face with the man she wanted to fuck, 
cringing before her. She lashed him cruelly with the whip and the sight 
of his erect penis thrusting-out to reach the very female panty-crotch 
which tormented him excited her all the more. She couldn't bear the 
shame of letting a man see her private parts so she forced his manhood 
under her knickers and used it to grope her slit. Then came the moment 
she hungered for: She felt his engorged, throbbing, eager head pressing 
against her maidenhood and she thrust her pelvis onto it, feeling her 
hymen part painfully - but Oh, so satisfyingly! - as she engulfed the 
huge hard shaft inside her. She squeezed his bollocks just as Caroline 
had taught her and was rewarded by seeing the desperation on Brian's 
face as he wanted to take her but submitted to her instead, pleading 
with her not to stop fucking him. Diane was consumed by the fire of 
female sexual domination as she FUCKED this man and felt his body 
respond greedily. She squeezed; she thrust; she squirmed with pleasure; 
and at last she let herself-go as orgasm took-over control of her body. 
Then she felt the hot gush of semen inside her and she had won! She 
particularly liked telling him about the gush of hot liquid she felt 
inside her, and she told him every time he came some more so that she 
could watch him go wild with lust. Diane was euphoric with the feeling 
of satisfied female superiority as she saw Brian helplessly submitting 
to her rhythmic thrusts, kneading her bum and biting her plaits in 
passion- unable to tear her panties-off and get to her. She even felt 
tenderness for him when he kissed her and fondled her plaits: she 
responded for quite a while before she remembered her status and pushed 
him aside. As she walked haughtily from the room she felt the blissfully 
naughty mixture of spunk and sweat and  her own juice run-down her leg - 
She was still a girl, but now a Dominant Girl!. 

13. FEMALE POWER ARRIVES 

All over the Empire: Men are forced into subjugation 


 ALL-OVER the Empire that day women revolted and beat, bullied, 
overthrew and abused their menfolk. The ones who didn't submit eagerly 
were hung-up from the nearest lamppost with weights on their bollocks 
until they screeched for mercy. 

 That summer the height of fashion for a predatory young maiden was to 
wear a such a tiny Cirree micro-miniskirt as to be vestigial, so that 
the vee of her small, tight, shiny, silky, wet-look panties was on full 
view: The combination emphasised the quintessential potency of the 
sexual symbols: the feminine allure of the skirt with the female power 
of the panty. She wore a very tight silk top which was low-cut at the 
neck and ended well-above the waist so that the bellybutton was on-show 
and the breasts - no bra was worn - could be seen moving under the silk. 
Around her neck she wore the ultimate fashion accessory - a small 
drawstring leather trophy-bag, and at her waist she carried very short-
bladed (only 4") knife in a sheath.  An essential part of the style was 
the walk - a confident stride with the legs wide-apart to make-sure that 
her male admirers got an eyeful of what she denied him: the shiny bulge 
of her mound of Venus. Men would try to oggle the panty without being 
seen, but many a man who was noticed looking was beaten, humiliated, 
made to suckle her nipples and eat Pussy before being despunked and 
castrated there and then in the street.  Many a pretty maid sported 
several pairs of testicles in her little bag, and the more there were 
inside, the higher her status. Some of the more audacious girls had a 
small brass number stitched-onto the bag and carried the unfortunate 
previous owner's names on brass necklets. 

The age of Female Domination had arrived as women and men realised the 
lie of male supremacy. 


ALL MEN ARE PANTY AND PUSSY SLAVES! 

Top Bitches by Martin Cooper   (Ohpanties@Hotmail.com) 

Copyright by Martin Cooper version  6.2 May 1994