Office political muscle (formerly "Catherine") adapted by Caprishus, Caprishus@aol.com Amazon makes it not just business, but personal The original version of this story, which I had nothing to do with writing, was in the first issue of Macho Women magazine and titled "Catherine." The author was not listed, even under a pseudonym. I'm presenting a rewrite here (with a few adaptive changes) as a tribute to a friend, the most incredible Amazon I've known. ©MDNMî Tina and I met at Daimler-Chrysler, where we both worked out of Motown as liasons between the Detroit and Germany offices. We clashed quickly -- she was surprised when I caught her cursing at me in German (one of her four languages and one of my three) after I had upbraided her for coming in dressed in a much too short skirt. Sort of like the mini-dress she wore the day of the office Christmas party, which occurred right after work in our offices. It was a devastatingly sexy dress: black, long sleeves, zipping up the front to a scoop cleavage, ending a good nine to inches above her knees, perfect for the club on a Saturday night. Oh, yes, I did say nine inches above her knees. Tina was about 6-3 and broad shoulders, hips and breasts that could overflow all but the largest hands. My pal, Duane, inherited his father's tailor's eye, and estimated her measurements at 48DD-34- 46. Her ancestry, mostly German-American with some Cuban and native Spanish thrown in, had provided her with an unbelieveably big-boned body. But it wasn't just her frame size that was so abundant. It was her thickness, too. When she had gone sleeveless a couple of days, we had seen those smooth, bulky upper arms bulge with muscle. Her ribcage was massive and high crested. Her face and head, topped by long, brownish-blond hair, were large and commanding atop a strong neck. Her aura was that of the ultimate big, blond uberwoman. I firmly believed that one of the reasons she had advanced so well was that most men were utterly intimidated by her obvious surplus of physical and sexual power. The only way most men know how to respond in the face of a greater power in either form is capitulation. Maybe it was the dress, maybe it was the couple of Kamikazes, but I felt like trying to bury the hatchet. I invited her back to my place for a few more drinks. "Sure," she said. Then, she narrowed her green eyes at me. "But let me go into the ladies' room and get out of these hose. You are parked in the garage, right?" I assured her I was and she needn't worry about having a wintry blast of Detroit air freezing her. We got back to my duplex apartment, 2,800 square feet of Scandanavian Design and settled on the couch near each other. Tina showed off her long, shapely legs, crossed high to reveal a breathtaking amount of her very meaty thighs. "So, Tina, we got off on the wrong foot and -- " SMACK! The back of her right hand exploded across my cheek, snapping my head as if I had taken a Joe Frazier left hook. I shook my head rapidly to clear the stars. Tina said nothing, merely gazed thoughtfully at me. As I stopped jiggling my head, her powerful right arm swung across again, delivering another backhander across the mouth. This time, my eyes teared up. "You want some of this?" I stammered. My lack of conviction in the statement got me a heavy punch full in the face. Dizzy and hurt, I said, "All right, this is on you." Tina wasn't concerned. She rose from the sofa with the fluid grace of a big cat, and smirked at me with hands on hips. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she demanded, tapping the toe of her heels impatiently. I hesitated and stood up, thinking I'd put her in a bear hug or something until she calmed down. I grabbed for her, but she Tina swept my arms away, jerked me toward her and jammed a hefty knee into my groin. "That's just for starters," Tina said as she effortlessly wrestled me to the floor with a headlock. I couldn't move my head, which had one large breast pressing into it. "You're in real trouble if you're this easy to get down." Tina released my head, then pinned my arms while clambering on top of me. She plonked her big butt on my stomach so hard, I was momentarily winded. By the time I got my breath back, it was too late. She easily rode out my futile attempts to dislodge her by simply sitting on me full weight with my thin arms crushed by her knees. "I weigh 235. You weigh -- what did you say in the office the other day? -- 160," Tina said. "I could say here all night, Barry, and just squash you, but I'm not. That would be too easy, too merciful, after the way you've made me look in the office since the merger. So, I'm going to beat you to a pulp tonight. And when I've reduced you to a groveling, humilated, wreck of a man, I'm going to sit on your face." Before rising, she sadistically bounced her massive butt -- those Hispanic genes, I reflected -- up and down a few times just to hurt and rub in her superiority further. Then, she smacked me again with, "Come on, worm." I got up, but not quickly. I had to figure out a way to deal with this powerhouse. I was giving away five inches in height, seven or eight inches counting her heels, and 75 pounds in mass. Aside from possibly quickness and having this showdown in my living room, I couldn't think of a single advantage I had. I felt utterly dwarfed by her and nervously out of my league. I was. Tina, as I would soon find out, was skilled in judo and had dabbled in karate. She was so confident, she didn't even bother to remove the jacket she had merely unzipped. Very much like a lamb to the slaugher, I took a hesitant step towards the tall, blonde amazon, straight into a sickening flip kick to the groin. "Got 'em again," squealed Tina. I doubled right up at the perfect angle for a broad, dimpled knee to smash my face, sending me tumbling over backwards. "You've been asking for this for a long time," Tina confidently said while stepped over me to remove her jacket and place it carefully on the back of a dining area chair. Slowly, uncertainly, I pulled myself upright, only to be put straight back down again with a classy high side kick flush to my face. Listening to Tina's mocking, jeering tone, it took much longer to get up this time. But I had to put up some kind of fight, even if it did hurt. I mean, she was threatening to sit on my face, quite the humiliation in a fight. But I could only groggily note how weighty her thighs looked as her right leg swept up to nail me with a nasty wallop to the ear. Down I went to my knees as she pivoted on one foot with ballerina's grace, trailing her right leg in a perfect reverse roundhouse kick that cracked a heel against my cheek. I didn't want to get up this time. What was the point? I was completely outclassed and outgunned. Glancing up, I saw Tina saunter, broad hips in exagerated motion, across the room towards her half empty glass on the coffee table. As she bent to pick it up, I was treated from my lowly vantage point to the sight of her short skirt rising over the full, flawless cheeks of her provacatively prodigious posterior. Taking the respite to get my breath back, I managed to push myself upright and try to make for the door. Feets don't fail me now. Maybe I could get out, call the cops, wind up on a TV show... Tina looked over her shoulder, grinnned and turned after me. Her long legs ate up the necessary ground as my rubbery, shorter ones failed me. "No, you don't," Tina said grabbing me before the foyer and spinning me to face her. She bent her head down on a level with me so I could feel her warm, sweet breath on my face as she held me prisoner by a tight grip on my shoulders. She deliberately dug her nails into me. "There's no escape or anyone to help you. You're in for a beating tonight." I wanted to plead with her not to hurt me any more, but my pride wouldn't let me. It wouldn't have done any good. She drew her head back and brought it foward to crack my forehead against my left eye with a sadistic head butt. It hurt like hell, but her Bobo Brazil delivery had been so precise that busty Tina hadn't felt a thing. Which is why she laughed and did the same thing over my right eye. If she hadn't been holding me, I would've gone down and stayed down after the first blow. Now, I dangled limply in her hands, a pair of melon-like tits pushed into my face. I silently prayed the one-sided thrashing had finished. Unfortunately, Tina was just hitting her stride. Satisfied I was suffering sufficiently, she suddely swirled to ram her huge ass into my stomach and lower ribs to hoise me over her shoulder and across the room. I have no idea how, perhaps fear of being further stomped, but I got up. Still, I was quite helpless as tall, buxom Tina came at me. I could go nothing to protect myself against the brutal kick to the kidney she unleashed, the stiff, pointed toecap of her shoe slicing into my side like a spear. It was sheer agony, momentarily paralyzing me. Tina showed no pity, as her right leg flashed up again and planted her foot in my face. I tried to plead with her, but nothing coherent would come out. Made no differece to Tina, who relentlessly pursued my retreat, her massive right leg hardly touching the floor or right foot out of my face as a succession of roundhouse, back, swing and side kicks battered me into insensibility. Inevitably, I was knocked to the floor. There were bells clanging inside my head, lights flashing and the constant mental picture of Tina's marvelous, sweeping thigh bulk. In spite of me being in no condition to continue, Tina's eager hands, martial arts trained hands that I was helples as a bayb in, forcefully brought me erect. Up rocketed her knee, sinking so deep into my stomach, it seemed to touch my spine and rupture vital internal organs. I flopped forward like a stringless puppet, not realizing what the large object was zooming towards me. Tina had swung her knee up again at my unintentionally offered face. It hit with a brain jarring thump, smashing into my lower features, semding me sprawling again. The next thing I became aware of was the rough carpet pressing against my cheek. Only dimly did I become aware that the nearby object I was staring at was Tina's shoe. So close, in fact, was it that my sole view of the world was between the heel and the shoe. Suddenly, the foot moved to contemptuously roll me onto my back. I found myself staring up between her long legs straddled dominatingly around my head, allowing an uninterrupted view up her skirt at the wonders that had only been flashed momentarily at me. I couldn't get over the prominent sweep of her pumpkin proud butt and breadth of her curvy thighs and calves. Goodness, those legs were shapely and so strong, much too strong for me. My voyeuristic delights were short-lived. Tina, realizing I was never going to get up on my own, bent from the waist and hauled me upright by my ears, oblivious to my squealing protests. I'd tried desperately throughout the uneven struggle to hold back my tears. Now, I couldn't help myself. Much to my beautiful nemesis' joy, they dribbled down my cheeks. "Beginning to hurt you, Barry?" she inquired. "Never mind, it's going to get much worse yet." With that, she drove her broad, unyielding knee up between my slim legs and slammed it right into my crotch. "Told you," Tina gloated as the undescribable agony swept over me. I was sure I was going to die, be sick at least, and hardly felt the next blow: Tina pumped her knee up a second time, thumping my shallow chest as if it were a bass drum. "Hurts a lot, doesn't it?" Tina quipped as she plucked me off the ground with hardly any effort. "Your cute little face is beginning to look sore, but not half as sore as it's going to be by the time I get through with it." Once more, she unleashed one of those devastating high kicks at which she was so expert. My head snapped back and I went crashing into the wall. It was the perfect posure for big, sexy Tina to follow up her attack with a toe poke to the stomach. She sank half her foot up under my ribs. I could neither breathe nor fall while that single, tree-trunk leg kept me stapled to the wall. Even upon its removal, Tina was so quick, she managed to plant her knee square onto my nose bridge as I slithered to the floor. As if I'd been a small child, my incredibly strong, deadly skilled opponent hauled me to my feet and tossed me judo style halfway across the room. All too soon, those expansive, meaty hands were reaching down for me, almost pulling my ears off again. Introducing her warm, fleshy butt into my midsection again, she expertly set me sailing through the air to land in an ungainly heap several yards away. And so it continued, Tina nonchalantly tossing me around like a rag doll, interspersed with more karate kick punishment. I took a kick in the face, Tina spinning on the ball of one foot as the sole of her shoe stamped authoritatively onto my forehead. Up and down I went like a yo-yo, being judoed around my living room like a rubber ball. When my screams became too loud, a chop to the throat silenced them. Then, after steadying me on my watery legs, Tina took a neat side step, jumped into the air while lashing out with a kick to the belly, her whole weight and power going into the blow, which folded me up like a horseshoe. I was ideally positioned for her knee to come up in a vicious arc onto my shallow chest again. "Nasty just below the heart, isn't it?" she asked as fresh aches bloomed all over my body from a succession of awkward landings. Tina used her skill to whip me down to the carpet where I lay at her feet, a frightening place to be. She raised one leg until she stepped demandingly astride me, inquiring sweetly whether I liked the view up her legs. "I hope so," she said, "for I'll be giving you a really good look soon." As she spoke, she hoisted me erect, used her broad hip to counterbalance me while tangling one of her big thighs between my thin ones. I crashed a final time onto my back. Eager to see the despair she was causing, Tina used a foot to roll my head over and peered down over her hefty tits with a triumphant grin: "Had enough?" I just lay there crying uncrontrollably, desperately trying to suck in oxygen and alleviate the nauseating agony playing around my crushed crotch. Unhurriedly, Tina took up her dominant stance astride my feet. But this time, through bleary eyes, I watched as she dipped at the knees while calmly stating, "I'm going to sit on your face, now, Barry." I'd always admired the shape and size of Tina's large rump, but I'd never seen it this close before. It overwhelmed me, the sheer domination and command of that low angled pose could only be described as "awesome." Already, I could feel waves of heat radiating from the huge spheres and the deep chasm that split them. I thought I was going to be given a reprieve as the monstous tush hovered momentarily above me, close enough to brush my nose. But, no, it was merely sizing me up, worrying me with its immensity before, with massive authority, dropping the last few inches to smother me totally. With her full weight, she sat on me. It was the most atrocious squashing imaginable beneath those giant glutes. They bulged massively all over my face and way beyond, stifling me with heat, crushing my nose and causing an apalling ache of the jaw. After several minutes, my tortured lungs were finally allowed air as the firm, ample bottom slid from my features to perch upon my forehead. "Your little face is so comfy, Barry," Tina sighed, reaching between her thick, pefect thighs to tweak my nose before slitering fulling onto it. I could neither see nor breathe, just lie completely subjugated by that enormous backside, until it became too much and I passed out. As my eyes slowly flickered open, I wondered what was blocking out the ceiling. Only with a scary start did I realize it was the aggressive contours of Tina's all-powerful butt poised dangerously low above me. It hit with a soft smack, driving the back of my head onto the hard surface it rested upon with as much regard as any other woman would have for a cushion. With my features squashed flat as a pancake by the moutainous spreading cheeks, it wasn't long before darkness other than that induced by the heavy-bottomed sitter began to ebb over me. Upon coming round, the sensuous orb had gone. Tina sat relaxed and calm, gigantic face-subjugating butt settled upon an upright chair, sipping a refreshing long cold Gatorade and totally unmoved by my pitiful condition. This was confirmed by her saying, "Hurry up and get your breath back, weak one, so we can start again. Perhaps you'll do a trifle better this time now that you've had a little rest." "No!" I begged tearfully, "Please don't hurt me any more. Please, Tina, you've won, I'll do anything you say, just don't hit me any more. Please." If I hadn't been in such a dreadfully wrecked state, the length of heavy shapely crossed thighs being displayed would've have been quite a turn-on. Deliberate on her part, of course. The only thing more intimidating for many men than a bigger, stronger opponent was a woman they desired sexually, but who seemed above them somehow. Tina was showing what she had, but demonstrating that it wasn't for the likes of me. In a desperate attempt to plead my case further, I crawled across to the easily sitting amazon, ending up slumped at her feet. I peeped pleadingly up at her over her top crossed knee. Tina paid no notice. She merely took another sig of her drink before uncrossing her legs, planting a foot on either side of me. I started in partial disbeliefe at the delights being offered my eyes. Her long-splayed limbs offered on direct level with my eyes an unindered view of her bush. Framing it, her bare thighs were smooth and flawless, womanly in every sense, boasting of shapeliness and dominant strength. They were big, heavy thighs, much broader than my head and able to crush it without effort. No wonder those legs had so easily destroyed me. I swallowed hard. As if unaware of what she was showing me, Tina leaned forward to gently stroke my hair, stating matter of factly, "I'm sorry, Barry, but for your own good, I've got to hurt you a little more yet. It's for the best in the long run. The worse I make it now, the more it will stick in your mind, thereby keeping you subdued in the future and not necessitating me doing it again. One good beating, although nasty at the time, does save a lot of petty little attacks later on. You wouldn't want me to start slapping your face in public or giving you the knee in front of everybody at work, would you?" I certainly didn't, and the state she'd already reduced me to made me certain I would never give her an excuse to hurt me again. I tried to tell her this, appealing that I had already learned my lesson. But Tina was insistent that she knew best, explaining she'd heard it all before, gone through it all before. Finally resigned to my fate, I dropped my eyes from the jungle of dark, springy hairs that seemed to be getting moist for some reason, to stare more fittingly at the carpet. As I slowly shook my head and sobbed, "No, no" repeatedly, Tina drained her glass and took to her feet by flicking a long leg at me to wrap the toe of her shoe just under my right eye. Anxious to pick up where she left off, Tina began hauling me upright, one- handed by an ear. I had reached my knees when her foot darted forward with another sickening kick in the crotch. It was all part of the same smooth action, for Tina never faltered in dragging me up inspite of the severity of the blow she'd unleashed. "Argh, what's up, baby, all groggy?" she asked sweetly, still holding me at arms' length. "Never mind. I'll soon slap that out of you." With that, she began belting me around the face, sending me spinning into the sofa. Tina took careful aim and shot her leg out, stiff as a ramrod with a devastating mule kick to the belly. It was like being hit with a battering ram, knocking all the stuffing out of me. As I crumpled up like tissue paper, Tina slammed a palm down on my neck before swinging one leg up over me to club the back of my head with her heel. On all fours, senseless, uncertain of my whereabouts, I tried to get my thoughts together. But Tina was a vicious, uncomprimising fighter. When she had you in trouble, she kept you that way and certainly had no scruples about kicking you when you were down. I didn't even know where the blow came from. The top of her foot suddenly arrived on the side of my jaw, rattling my teeth and sending me rolling onto my back. My head rose by reflect more than anything, something Tina must have expected. While walking away from me, she flicked her heel backwards into my face, flattening me without bothering to even look back. Big butt cheeks stiffly wobbled like muscular Jell-O as she sauntered into the kitchen to fix herself another drink. "Come on, now, up you go. I'm nowhere near finished with you." With that, Tina returned by swooping down on me like a hawk over a mouse. Twice, in quick succession, she pumped her knee up like a piston into my not nearly hard enough stomach. This softened me up, as did a crisp right hook on my jaw. It was a good, solid punch, far too powerful for me to cope with and I ended up half on, half off the sofa. It was a position Tina couldn't resist. Within seconds, her sturdy legs were astride me again. If I could've found the energy to scream, I would have, as her huge butt descended with ease, fully onto my face again, sending me beserk with mental and physical despair. "Don't struggle so much, chicitin," Tina said. "I'm much too big and heavy for you to move. Just lie back and enjoy yourself." If anybody had come into the room at that moment, they might have justifiably thought I'd been decapitated, for my head was completely lose from view beneath such a monstrous ass. I wasn't allowed the sanctuary of unconsciousness this time. Tina announced that we couldn't sit around here all night enjoying ourselves when there was work to be done. She rose from my congested face and promptly began to wipe the floor with me again. Presumably tiring of having to constantly pick me up, Tina decided to bring the fight to me on the ground. Until now, especially after the erotic view I'd been afforded, it had somehow seemed warm, inviting and cozy between Tina's legs. It was as if I would find the sanctuary there that had been denied me otherwise. My illusions were about to be shattered however. Sitting beside me, Tina took hold of my head while opening up her wondrous legs. Before I knew what was happening, it was snuggled between them and the crushing squeeze was on. It was like being held by a huge, fleshy python, one that was trying to compress the life out of me. I couldn't shout for mercy -- my mouth was forefully rammed shut. All I could do was wriggle and weakly try to pry those big, heavy thighs apart. That only caused Tina to giggle and jolt more power into her incredibly strong legs. I was sure my head would cave in at any moment, for it was totally engulfed by those pitiless thighs. All I could do was stare at Tina's crotch inches away from my face as she poured on the agony. I could make out a couple of nearby rippling stretch marks, where her muscles had obviously grown too quickly for her skin. Close to passing out, the sensual crushing relaxed momentarily. But the silken thighs were only altering their criminal grip so that one now lay across my throat. Tina slowly, tauntingly began to strangle me. Eyes popping, mouth frothing, I was convinced those stockinged legs were going to throttle me. My thorax had collapsed under the pressure and I became delirious as the blood was stopped to my brain. I was sure I was going to die and it seemed so unfair. I hadn't done anything to deserve this. Before the blackness came, I wondered how many other poor guys had suffered a similar fate at the hands of this Herculean female. Tina had said she'd heard all the begging and excuses before. I figured I was just another male in a long line laid waste at her feet. I wasn't out long, however. Something nearly took the back of my head off. It was Tina, holding a bottle of smelling salts under my nose. She'd beaten me up fair and square and was now going to claim her prize. She wasn't about to have her fun ruined by me being unconscious. Casting the bottle aside, she bowed over me to give each of my cheeks a firm slap, to liven me up a bit, I presume. I gueseed her intentions and pleaded weakly, "No, don't," but it was too late. All 235 pounds of her dropped heavily onto my chest. Her giant butt practically stove my ribs in. From this position of authority, she grabbed my head, forced it against her crotch and used my battered face as the sauce of her pleasure until her pussy was satisfied and my misused face was ground raw. With a look of orgasmic pleasure in her green eyes, Tina slowly, almost reluctantly rose over me. She turned about, presenting her rear to my glazed visage before coming crashing back down, ass first onto my defenseless face. I was out cold instantly. I don't know how long I was unconscious this time, but when I came around, I thought Tina had gone. Thank goodness. I was wrong, however. There she was, across the room, smirking at me with amused contempt. She uncrossed her statuesque legs and began walking toward me, grand hips swaying suggestively. In a pathetic attempt to hold her off, I held my hand up. It was a stupid, pointless gesture for Tina immediately took it as a challenge. She grabbed my wrist while stepping on my neck, then began twisting and pulling the captured limb as if actually wanting to rip it from the socket. Having strained my shoulder and sprained my wrist, Tina removed her foot and, with expert leverage, flipped me over onto my front while retaining her criminal arrest grip. She sat on the small of my back. "I'm good on arms," she explained, applying even more wrenching pressure on my arm, "and legs. I remember this one lad who I had on the floor. Sat in front of him, my feet on his inner thighs. You should've heard him yell and scream when I split the difference. He couldn't walk properly for a week." For the next 10 minutes, I was thusly insulted and verbally slaughtered. Tina wrung confessions and apologies out of me for the way I'd argued with and insulted her in the past. I was finally allowed up and followed the tall, ravishing voluptuary's easy moving limbs to the bathroom. Her vast hindquarters swung before me as we acended the stairs. Indeed, the huge butt cheeks were engaging in that muscular jiggle full in my face. I was shocked by my appareance in the bathroom mirror. Tina's cruel, skillful hands and feet had certainly made a mess of me. I was extremely red and puffy about the face, particularly around the eyes. I did also have a lovely fat lower lip and smudges of blood beneath the nose. What a stark contrast to the beautiful Tina. There wasn't so much as a hair out of place on that large head. Towering along side me, she at least seemed to have relented. She filled the wash basin with cold water and gently bathed my painful face, even placing a strong supporting arm around my trembling shoulders. The feel of her curvy, weighty body pressing agaignst mine was the most comforting thing I had ever known. Even her tone had changed, no longer harsh and mocking, but soft and reassuring. I offered no objection as her expensively manicured hand expertly whirred my pants zipper down and released the catch. They fell to the floor, followed closely by my bikini briefs. "Oooh," she breathed, cupping my cock and balls in her warm palm, "Are these sore?" "Yes," I bleated. "Mmmmm, I bet they are. So red and swollen, like a couple of tomatoes," she said. "You can cry, darling. They must be really upsetting you." With my underwear mockingly around my ankles, I was allowed to cry my tears into her big tits while slyly slipping one hand up the back of her skirt to feel the generous expanse of warm, smooth thigh flesh. Tina cuddled and calmed me like that for some time, even allowing me to palm her giant butt cheeks through the taut material of her mini-skirt. I felt like a small errant schoolboy as Tina tucked me into bed and kissed me sweetly good night. She let herself out. Even though it was late and Tina's clever, ruthless fighting had drained my body of its last reserves of energy, I couldn't sleep. I was in too much pain, badly shaken and, above all, confused. Why had she been so brutal toward me, treating me like the one of the title roles in a production of Sinners in the Hands of an Angry Goddess, then so gentle? Eventually, when I did manage to doze off, I had nightmares of an enourmous female posterior relentlessly sinking down upon me. Yet, when I awoke, it was with a start, breathless, sweating and as massively erect as I had been since college. I had just begun to play with it, when I heard the downstairs door. Ponderous footsteps on the stairs ensued. Suddenly, my bedroom door flew open and in breezed the owner of the posterior in question, the buttbully Tina herself. Apparetnly, she had rifled my pockets for my key the previous night. She was the glowing picture of health, strength and beauty, obviously having no trouble sleeping herself. "Good morning, Barry." I was greeted with a pleasant smile as Tina placed a carrier bag she had brought with her on the floor and sauntered over to me. "My, my," she said, reaching down with one hand to cup my chin, turning my head this way and that to examine more closely the results of her fancy footwork (and handwork and buttwork). "That is a sad, sore looking little face to greet me." No understatement there. My visage was terribly bruised and swollen, painful to touch. Yet all the culprit could do was brag about it, saying what a good job she'd done and couldn't wait to sit on it again. "Upsy daisy, darling," she finished pulling the sheets back. "I'll clean you up a bit." She once more demonstrated her phenomenal strength by gripping my thin upper arm and with one strong hand, yanking me from the bed. "Is all that for me?" she inquired, sweetly gazing down upon my crotch. Lying crumpled at her feet, red as a beet, I could only nod. "Well, aren't I the lucky one?" she grinned. She helped me upright and momentarily flashed her clasped fingers up and down me. "Perhaps, Barry, if you're a good little boy, I might find work for this later" she breathed suggestively in my ear before cruelly abandoning her grip. She helped me to the bathroom, tucking me neatly under the crook of her arm and collecting her bag on the way. Those expert at the science of destruction or repair must know the opposite well, too. As such, Tina was capable of giving me as thorough an examination as I would get outside the Detroit Lions training room. She checked for ruptured testicles, cracked ribs, loose teeth. Fortunately, despite my severe agony, my injuries were just superficial. Tina had stopped at the drugstore before coming over and was able to alleviate my suffering somewhat with some creams and coagulants. The cream her sensitive fingers rubbed my intimate places took a great deal of the horrifying burn out of them and setting them to burning another way. Tina was again dressed to thrill and excite. Her tight black sweater showed off her large tits to perfection. Her cream leggings clung limpet-like to her mature lower curves. Indeed, they were so tight, you could see the panty lines, from which you could tell they barely covered half of each wondrous butt cheek. Their prominent and aggressive bulging made me weak with desire as I meekly pursued them, slyly drinking in their intoxicating jiggle and the wanton grating of her broad, flowering hips. She was stunningly beautiful, while being utterly unobtainable at the same time. Like a nurse with a patient, she put me back to bed, arranging the pillows so that I was sat up. Then, she went down to the car, returning a few moments later with two suitcases. After clearing a space in my closet, while I watched silently, Tina unpacked one case of smart, expensive clothes before placing the other upon the bed. This was psychological warfare for it contained under a few glamourous dresses, some flimsy half-cup lacy bras and much other sexy lingerie. Beneath those were the Ferragamo heels I had seen last night. They lay on top of a white martial arts suit, complete with two black belts, one for judo and the other for karate. I was being reminded that Tina not only had height and weight advantages, but a fighting skill I could never hope to match. I would have to be on my very best behavior if I wanted to avoid another beating like last night and taste, instead, the delights hinted by the erotic underwear. "Do you know what this is?" I was asked as she dipped into the case, emerging with a leather contraption that looked like it belonged in some type of fetish video. Parking her big butt beside me, the bed sagging beneath her weight, Tina happily explained in gory detail the functions of what I believe is called colloquially a "cock lock." This one, it appeared, had a duel function. Not only did it keep the penis out of harm's way, safely under lock and key, but a small patch neatly housed the testicles which could be kept under sustained pressure by a ratchet device. After a long period, Tina explained, this could become as uncomfortable as a kick in the groin. Without asking my permission or feelings about it, Tina moved in that day and has stayed much longer than the holidays. We still live together. After all, I've fallen hopelessly in love with her in spite of the sometimes harsh regime she runs. For, to lie conqured and controlled by her pitiless thighs as she manipulates me in and out of her insatiable pussy is sheer heaven. Unfortunately, my face is still frequently at on by a butt that's far too large and heavy for me to stop. After all, my face is easily less than half the size of her ass.