Tamara, Part Two
by Dominated; Email me at domin8ted@hotmail.com


Here's my warning.  If ya get offended by stories and ideas of 
women and girls humiliating men physically, mentally, and/or 
emotionally, then you probably won't like my stories and would 
be better off reading something else.  The content of my stories 
is rather adult so if you ain't 18, then you shouldn't be 
reading this.

Many thanks to those who have taken the time to write me in 
response to my first story.  It's easy to get motivated to write 
this installment with such encouragement.


     Tamara's thickly muscled thighs quickly brought her beside 
Andy as he continued to berate her.  With a brief smile, Tamara 
gently placed her hands on his shoulders and swiftly brought her 
knee up between his legs.  Andy dropped like a stone at her feet 
and Tamara stood over him, hands on hips, as she peered down at 
his unconscious, naked form.  Tamara reached down with her 
massive arms and scooped Andy up like a bag of fertilizer, then 
slung his thin, limp body over one of her enormous shoulders.  
With her free arm, she removed the key that was hidden under the 
doormat, unlocked and opened the door, then carried Andy through 
with just barely enough space for her broad shoulders.

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     When Andy awoke, he found himself lying in an uncomfortable 
position, face-down, on an old couch.  Andy moaned as he rolled 
onto his back and his hands gently held his aching balls.
     "It's been six hours since I hit you.  Geez, you are such a 
little pansy!"
     Andy diverted his attention from his battered manhood to 
find his massive, young, female assailant standing over him.  
She had changed clothes since last he saw her.  Now she was 
wearing a tissue-thin white t-shirt that stretched across her 
giant, heaving bosom, exposing her rippling midriff, and read 
across the front in pink, cursive lettering, "Got Muscle?"  
Across her hips, she wore grey cotton spandex that appeared to 
be painted on.
     Realizing that, once again, this little man was inspecting 
her amazing body with awe, she giggled and started posing.  
Bringing her arms up into a double biceps pose she flex and 
unflexed her massive arms.
     "I was bored waiting for you to wake-up, so I measured 
myself.  I was wrong when I told you that my arms were twenty-
four inches and my thighs were thirty-two," she said as the 
thick slabs of muscle on her arms erupted into mountain peaks as 
veins streaked chaotically across them, up her forearms, and 
also running into her tiny shirt.  "These little things must 
have grown a bit since I last measured them."  She continued to 
flex and unflex her arms until Andy was certain that the thick 
veins that ran across them were going to burst through her 
tanned skin.  "My arms are twenty-six inches around.  Not bad, 
eh?  They gotta be at least twice as big as yours.  And these," 
she looked down at her thighs as a wide grin broke across her 
face, "are actually thirty-eight inches around.  Also at least 
twice as big as your scrawny legs."  She rose onto her toes and 
flexed her incredible thighs as many thick veins laced their way 
across her skin to make her legs resemble a roadmap.
     Tamara looked down to see Andy was slowly crawling away.  
She pinned him to the couch with one foot and hit a most 
muscular pose that caused her tiny white shirt to rip in several 
places.
     Tamara held the pose without any apparent exertion and 
asked, "Doesn't it bother you, Andy, that I am so much bigger 
and stronger than you?  I mean, where's your pride?"  When Andy 
didn't answer, she continued.  "Well, you're not much of a man 
in any respect.  With all these muscles and all this strength, 
I'm more man than you'll ever be..."  She cupped her hands under 
her gigantic breasts and lifted them a few times.  "...and I'm 
way more woman than you'll ever get.  I have the strength to 
bend and twist steel in my bare hands, yet I still have the 
sexual appeal to drive any straight man rabid with lust.  You 
don't look like you could bend match sticks, and with such a 
tiny dick, you don't look like you could satisfy any female."
     She taunted Andy by sticking her boobs in his face and 
teasing him.  "Now, Andy, I would like you to do some things for 
me," she purred.  Andy's eyes were frozen on the heavenly bosom 
in front of him.  "And if you don't do what I say, then I'm 
gonna hurt you really, really, badly." she continued.  "You 
wouldn't disappoint me would you, Andy?  Andy?"  Tamara was 
trying to both intimidate and seduce Andy at the same time, but 
had discovered that despite all her rock-hard, man-beating 
muscles, she still had unreal curves and a face that any woman 
would die for and Andy had clearly become so mesmerized that he 
had forgotten the trouble he was in.
     Sighing, Tamara leaned away from Andy, moving her breasts 
out of his face, and continued in a very girlish voice, "Now, 
wittle Andy, I want you to try on some clothes for me.  Would 
you do that for Tamara?"  Tamara traced her right index 
fingernail in little circles on Andy's pale, nearly hairless 
chest.  "Pwease?" she cooed.
     Andy, though awestruck by the power and beauty of this 
young girl, was stolen from his mesmerized state by the 
throbbing ache in his groin.  Regaining his will and resolve, 
Andy nearly spat as he shouted, "No!"
     Tamara revealed a moment of surprise on her face.  After 
all, she'd never had a male resist her charms before.  Still, 
the shock passed in a moment to be replaced by a sly smile.  
Tamara leaned in as close as she could to Andy and, in a 
girlish, yet amused and confident voice, she whispered hotly 
into his left ear.  "Good.  We can do this the hard way...which 
is so-o much more fun."
     Tamara caressed Andy's thin left arm with a coy smile and 
continued to whisper.  "This body had brought men to the peaks 
of ecstasy..."  She breathed hotly into his ear.  "...and it has 
taken them to the depths of agony."  She gently took his chin in 
her hand and forced him to look into her eyes.  "But what men 
find the most excruciating....and I find the most fun....is when 
I make you feel both at the same time."
     Andy stared into her eyes in fear as her felt her hot 
breath on his face.  It smelled like spearmint.
     "I'm gonna beat you so-o badly, little man.  I'm gonna 
twist that soft, weak, pathetic body any which way I like and 
there's nothing you can do about it because you are an inferior 
male with no muscles and no strength.  I, on the other hand," 
she released his chin and stood to her full height in front of 
him, "have much more power than any man has ever had."  She 
flexed her massive arms in front of him as her nipples seemed on 
the verge of bursting through her shirt.  She wore a confident 
smile on her face as she looked down on Andy and Andy could 
swear that he could hear her purring with pleasure.
     Tamara slowly reached down and grabbed Andy by the hair.  
She pulled him to his feet and off the couch.  Andy swung a hard 
punch into her abdomen and yelled in pain as his hand bounced 
off her steel-plated midsection.  Tamara reached around his back 
and between his legs while still holding him by the hair.  
Andy's eyes nearly burst from his head as his youthful 
tormentor's mighty hands crushed his already swollen, aching 
testicles.
     Lifting him by the hair and balls. Tamara tossed Andy onto 
the padded floor behind him.  Andy was slow to recover, but when 
he looked-up he saw Tamara straddling him as she tilted her head 
back and laughed.  After a moment, she stopped laughing and 
leaned down to pick-up Andy again, a big smile still on her 
face....