Tease and Beat
By BOS  cashley216@woh.rr.com 
Would-be rapist picks the wrong babe


(Author's Note: This is basically the script of a custom video I had done for
me by Robin at the Femdom Babe site at Clips4Sale. The title is hers, and the
video is for sale there. I don't have a piece of the action. She doesn't stick
to the script rigidly, but very close. If anybody is familiar with a story or
video anything like this, I'd love to know about it.)

The first thing he saw was Robin standing there in her negligee, leaning back
against the counter, with a look on her face that said she knew she would have
his attention permanently once he noticed her.

"What's this?" he said.

"This is me messing with your head," she said. "Both your heads."

He said, "First you say you don't want to have sex, then you dress like
this?"

"Am I a Grade A bitch, or what?" she said.

"I'm already so horny and so hard I can't think about anything else," he said.

"I know," she said. "Putting you in that condition was lots of fun - and so
ridiculously easy."

"You know, if I raped you now, there's not a court anywhere that would convict
me," he said. 'You're so asking for it."

"Raped me?" she said. She laughed. "Sweetheart, I think it's adorable that you
think you could rape me. But the truth is you couldn't if you had four more
arms and four more dicks. But I hope you try, because the only thing more fun
than working you up and then shutting you down like this would beating the
crap out of you while doing it."

"That's it," he said, and came after her.

She didn't move until he was nearly upon her. Then she merely leaned back and
put her foot into his gut and pushed. The man ended up up-ended on the
floor.

She remained leaning back on the counter, in the same pose. He got up and
approached her again. This time he grabbed her with both hands in a choke
hold. She didn't flinch. Didn't indicate any concern, just smiled. Then she
brought her hands up to his face. She put her palms on it and pressed with her
fingers, in a kind of claw hold - or double claw hold. They stood there, each
applying his or her hold, with the man showing more strain. Soon, though, she
was able to push his head downward. He lost his grip on her throat as he
descended to his knees.

She let him go and said, as his eyes now looked practically at her crotch, "So
close, and yet so far, huh, Rapist Dude?" Then she slapped his face back and
put a foot on his chest imperiously and pushed him to his back. She resumed
her casual resting pose, leaning back on the counter.

"You should thank me," she said. "I'm thinking the hard-on isn't there
anymore, is it?"

Furiously, he got to his feet and came at her again. He threw a right at her
head. She ducked and brought her left hand to the back of his head and pushed
his head down into the counter. Then she banged his head down again. As he
stood there stunned, she pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles. Rising
again, she waited for him to move. When he instinctively tried to pull his
pants up, she pushed on his nearest shoulder in a short, almost gentle and
feminine push, and he fell hard to the floor.

Mocking him, she said, "Help. Rape. Oh, dear, oh dear. What am I going to do
against the big, strong man who is determined to rape me?"

As he looked up at her angrily, she said - speaking now in a normal tone of
voice - "Well, I think the first thing I'm going to do is check to see if
we've made any progress in bringing your lust under control. And there isn't a
thing in the world you can do to stop me. Get used to that."

Hampered by the position of his pants, he was, indeed, unable to keep her from
feeling his crotch.

"Yep, that did the trick, all right. Soft as a baby's bottom. And it couldn't
have been much easier. Now I'm going to put it back hard again. And, once
again, there's not a thing you can do to prevent this, humiliating as that
must be for you."

With that, she grabbed his sweatpants from the position - bunch at his lower
legs - rose to her feet and pulled them off.

"This is me stripping you, Rapist," she said. "Consider it a favor, unless you
wanted to try to rape me through your sweatpants."

When she was done, he was still wearing gym shorts. He turned to his knees and
started to scramble to his feet. But she dropped down on him with one knee on
his back, and banged his head into the floor.

She flipped him over onto his back with a half nelson. And she threw her left
leg over his torso, straddling him, immediately slipping her ankles around
his, and spreading his legs hard. The pain in his thighs showed up in a
grimace on his face. "Looks like your legs are no match for mine, doesn't it,
Raper Boy?" Then she took she took hold of his wrists and pinned them to the
floor near his head.

Looking down into his face as he struggled against the pain, she said. "From
this position alone I can make you as hard as I want or as soft as I want, for
as long as want. Let's go for hard first."

With that she relaxed the outward pressure on his legs, leaned into him, so
that their cheeks were touching and began to rock her mid-section sensuously
into his mid-section. "You said, you were into rape, Sweetheart. Well, how's
this? Do you think a jury would convict me?"

"OK," she said, "We're going back to soft now." She jerked her legs out wide.
He grimaced again, and she knew she had him. She did it three more times, and
got three more grimaces out of him. "That ought to do it," she said. And,
after making sure by checking his crotch with one hand, she said, "Wow. I can
hardly find it at all."

She leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek and said, "Like I say,
Horndog: I own you lock, stock and whatever barrel I'm willing to let you
have." She gave him a gratuitous slap on the face, and stood and turned her
back on him.

From right next to him, she said, "Here's a little rear view for you, just to
get you revved up again." She patted her hair into place smugly and put her
hands on her hips and cocked a hip jauntily.

Then she laid it on thicker. She stroked her legs, focusing his attention on
them. She wiggled her ass and bent over so as to highlight it. She played with
her clothing so as to expose a little more of her skin, lowering something
temporarily, at both her lower and higher extremities. She bent toward him and
cupped her breasts sensuously. She curled her fingers toward herself
invitingly. She wetted her lips and puckered a little. All the classic moves.

"Come on, Rapeman," she said. "You know you can't resist me."

He came toward her hard. She grabbed a wrist of his and swung him into a wall,
back first. She was on him in an instant. She thrust a shoulder into his
chest, banging him against the wall. She shot a punch into his gut. She
slammed his head against the wall. Then she held the front of his hair and got
directly in his face and said, "You're a pathetic excuse for a rapist. You're
nothing. Here you are with the babe of your dreams, throwing herself into your
arms, and you're soft as a kitten. But I'm going to change that for you." She
pulled his head into the side of her neck, and she rubbed her midsection
against his.

Then she said, "Well, that didn't take long, did it. Sometimes I'm amazed at
my own power. OK, here comes the softness." She pushed his face away from her
neck and slapped his face. That turned him somewhat sideways, and she position
him so that his right shoulder was against the wall, rather than his back. And
she locked in a bearhug that way, not facing him, but from the side, with her
hands down low toward the thin part of his waste, where her strength was
enough to hurt him and to put him entirely on the defensive as she squeezed.

Before long, her hand went down to his crotch, as her body continued to press
him sideways into the wall.

"Mission accomplished," she said. "Soft as a kitten. Prepare for re-launch."
Her hand stayed where it was. The man stayed where he was. Her other hand was
on his butt, stroking him strategically. "And we have lift-off," she said.

"Now, my little sex toy," she said into his ear, "I can see that you're still
way too horny to function in civilized society. So, you see that bucket of
water over there?"

He hadn't noticed it before, but he did now.

"I'm going to put your face it. And it's REAL cold. I think that should help.
And, as you should know by now, there's not a thing in the world you can do to
keep me from accomplishing my mission, or even to slow me down. Against me,
you're just nothing."

Still having him plastered sideways against the wall, she maneuvered his near
arm between his legs, and used her hand at his back to come up between his
legs and grab his wrist. With that control, she maneuvered him toward the
water.

Now his head was just above it. Her weight was partially on his back. But he
was resisting lowering his head.

"That's it, Rapeman," she said. "Fight me. I like that."

But she put her left arm across the back of his neck and leaned, and he was
slowly dunked.

She counted to 10 at a moderate pace, out loud, and let up. As he sputtered,
she rucked his gym shorts down to his ankles again. And, with her hand, she
checked him out.

"Oh, yeah: That worked VERY nicely," she said. "Your thing is so small now
that some people might have difficultly imagining that it could recover for a
very long time. But they don't know me, do they?"

Now she was splayed along his back. He was flat on his face. She was easily
controlling him -- especially easily because of the position of his shorts.

Stretched on top of him, talking softly into his ear, she said, "Here's one
position for rape, huh, Rapeman? I could do you right now. Easily." She gave
him an idea of how that might go, her midsection pounding into his backside
sensuously. "But I'm thinking you might prefer it the other way. So I'm going
to make you hard again now, Lover Boy, because, I mean, you can't rape me in
your current condition, can you? So I'm going to give you a fighting chance.
But then, just when you're starting to have those nasty thoughts, again, I'm
going to give your top head another nice little rinse, and wash them away."

With that, she reached her right arm under his and back up over his neck in a
half nelson and turned him onto his back and plastered herself on top of him
and wrapped her arms around him, as if in a tight, romantic embrace, her hair
brushing against his face. At first he struggled against her, but she held him
effortlessly. But she wasn't hurting him. Quite the contrary. He was getting
into it, and he eventually leaned in. When she felt him stroking her, she let
that go only as long as she thought necessary to achieve the desired results,
then returned the favor by feeling him up a bit, and discovered that her task
was accomplished.

Then she propped herself up with one hand on his chest and slapped him in the
face, back and forth.

"How dare you get fresh with me, you rapist," she said. "What kind of girl do
you think I am?"

She kneed him in the stomach twice, then pulled him to his feet by grabbing
his short front as she stood, and she said, "Now I DEFINITELY think you have
to be cooled off." As he was catching his breath, she maneuvered him into a
hammerlock, with her other arm around his neck in a choke. She pushed toward
the container of water, then increased the pressure on the hammerlock and let
go of the choke hold, so that he folded over to his knees, above the water.
This time, however, she didn't push his face into the water. Instead, she
knelt and leaned on his lower back and put her hand on his crotch.

"Now, lover boy," she said, "I want you to put your head in the water
yourself, because you're afraid of what I'll do to you if you don't." She made
clear what she meant. He had no room to maneuver. She said, "Put it in there
and count to ten at the same speed I did. If you come up before your time is
up, first you'll pay the price, and then you'll have to do it again, anyway."

After realizing he had no choice, he did as he was told. When he came up,
shaking the water off him, she said. "Good boy. That was enough to shrink you
right up -- even with my hand on you."

She rolled away from him a few feet and lay flat on her back, resting
confidently, her hands behind her head. The leg nearest him was bent at the
knee to be displayed at its most flattering angle.

She said, "Have I mentioned that this is all being recorded by three security
cameras? The next time I tell you to humiliate yourself like that, you might
want to think about what I'm going to do with the video."

He practically dove on her. But she rolled away, gracefully coming out of the
roll on her feet.

"That's what I like to see, lover boy. Find the macho that's still in you. You
just know all this ... " -- indicating her body - "ought to be yours for the
taking, don't you?" She beckoned the man on the floor toward her with her
fingers, as the bent to give him good view of her cleavage. And she pursed her
lips in a kiss. "Come and get me."

He scrambled to his feet, becoming more awkward as this whole encounter
progressed, and lunged to grab her and missed again, as she twisted out of his
way. Now he was sprawled on the floor again, and she bent over again to resume
the beckoning, kissing position. This time when he lunged at her, and she spun
in a circle to avoid his grasp, she pushed him as he passed her, and he
collapsed to the floor on his hands and knees.

She put her foot on his back and flattened him to floor as he was trying to
rise.

"My goodness, you are pathetic, Mr. Raper Man. I feel like a master toreador
toying with a crazed, stupid bull." Then she moved away from him so that he
could see her, and she imitated a bull fighter. He rose slowly. She walked
slowly, seductively, cockily around him. As he watched and planned, she
continued to take the the stance of a bullfighter with a flag, holding it at
her side. Just as the color red infuriates a bull, the mocking movement
infuriated the man, and he lunged for her, but missed again as she twisted
away. He was off balance but didn't fall until she kicked him in the ass.

Now her back was turned to him, and her hip was cocked in a provocative,
insulting way, and her hands were on her hips. He lunged at her legs from
behind, and she opened her legs and he fell to his face, and she sat the back
of his shoulders, pressing him into the floor.

Then she slapped him on his head lightly and rolled backwards off him, to her
feet.

He was slow to rise.

"Hmmm," she said. "Sometimes the bull needs a special enticement, I guess. OK,
I tell you what, Piggy the Bull. Since you're just SO horny for me, I'm going
to let you kiss me. But only on the one spot of body I think you are NOT
lusting after. You're just going to have to settle." With that, she sat down
directly in front him, spread her legs and put her hands being her head.

"No, not down there, silly," she said. "Up here." He still wasn't sure what
she meant. "I'm going to pit you sleep now, Horndog. And then, when you wake
up, I'm going to do it again, just so you know that I can do it any time I
want to. Easily. You need to understand that any time you're conscious in my
presence, it's only because I'm permitting you to be."

He lunged at her, and instead of dodging this time, she met him head-on, and
in no time had him on his back with his face buried in her armpit. It took
only seconds. Now she had one of his hands out of play, and the other was
ineffectual. He was locked in.

She lectured him as he struggled and his efforts died out. "Enjoy this while
you can, lover boy. It's the best you're gonna get." Her hand felt at his
crotch, and she smiled at what she found. "You're definitely not finding this
all bad, are you?" She kissed him on the forehead. "Sweet dreams, my pathetic
little horndog," she said.

When he woke up, she was back at the counter, in that commanding, standing
position in which he first saw her. As his vision cleared, she said, "I
decided to let you wake up at least one more time. You owe me your life, not
to mention your new erotic interest: my armpits. She locked her hands behind
her head and displayed them." She walked toward him slowly.

"You know this is going to happen to you again, Mr. Rapist, don't you? Right
now. And there's not a thing in the world you can do about it. The pit wants
what the pit wants."

His eyes darted around. She loved that. "Oh, isn't that adorable!" she said.
"The scary macho man is looking for a weapon to use against the big, old babe
who's kicking his ass. OK, fine with me. Maybe I'll get you some if you wake
up again."

As she approached, he put out his hand as if to stop her. She said, "What's
this? All of a sudden you DON'T want to kiss me. Well! Now I'm insulted. Now
you have to deal with the fury of a woman scorned. I'm thinking this won't go
well for you."

She grabbed for a headlock, and got it and maneuvered until his face was
facing into her armpit. She held him standing there as he struggled awkwardly.
She walked him like that over to a mirror and she primped in it, while he
struggled in vain. She made sure her hair was in place. She checked her
make-up and examined her clothes for rips for spots.

Finally, she brought him to the floor. Again, she secured him in place. After
just a few seconds, she checked his crotch for signs of life, and she was
pleased.

When he woke up this time, she was standing above him, her legs athwart his
chest, his eyes looking up her legs to her panties and beyond. It was a sight
he would never forget. "I hope you're surprised to wake up, horn dog. I
wouldn't want you taking anything for granted. You should be very grateful to
me. But I'm going to do you even more favors. First, I'm going to turn and
walk away, giving you a view to dream about the next time I put out to sleep.
I want you to remember what you started out fighting for."

She did as promised, then turned to face him.

"Now I'm going to give you the first shot, babe. Come on. Come at me. Let's
see what you got. After that, I'm going to come at you with one hand, which
will be way more than enough."

Rising to his feet and approaching her as she stood still, he suddenly threw a
punch at her head, then a few more. They all missed, as she ducked or leaned
back or to the right or left, as was called for, all while smiling at him.

"I didn't say I'd give you the first FIVE shots, Piggy," she laughed. "But
OK."

Suddenly her right hand came up in a backhand against his cheek. His head
jerked back, and he found himself slapped in the face with her forehand coming
back, then with a backhand again with the same hand. He was staggered.

"One hand, babe," she said, matter-of-factly, holding it up. "One OPEN hand. I
mean, I could close my hand into a fist, in that ever-so-manly way that you
do. But I wouldn't want to cut our fun too short. If I closed my fist, you'd
be done already."

He glared at her.

She put her hands on her hips. "Your turn," she said.

He didn't need any further urging. He came at her throwing bombs, but she back
pedaled, or twisted or turned or ducked - even twirled -- and he hit only air.
He was not swinging wildly and mindlessly. He was trying to stay calm. But,
still, he couldn't touch her. Then she moved toward him and blocked a few
shots, rather than ducking them.

Then, using the same hand she had attacked him with, she slapped her open palm
quickly into his chest three times, in three different spots, then hit him
with a sort of karate chop on the side of his neck. He stopped in his tracks.

"Can't move, can you, Rapeman? That's my little paralyzer. Any time you ARE
moving, it's only because I have decided not to use it. She gave him one more
thrust like that, and he sunk to his knees.

Standing above him, she put her hand under his chin. She had him looking
straight at her crotch. She said, "And, again, so close and yet so far, huh,
Babe?" Then she raised his chin higher and pointed it toward her face and told
him, "Now I'm going to turn you back on." She slapped his face back and forth
with the same hand, hit him with the same sort of karate chop and she bent
over and kissed him on the forehead. "That ought to do it," she said.

Then she turned her back to him, and he found himself staring at her ass at
very close range. She straightened her clothes and hair for a few seconds,
letting him stare. Then she walked a few feet away and said, "Like taking,
Candy from a baby," as if she was talking to a camera.

"See something you like, Rapeman?" she asked, with her back still turned, then
twirling for him. "I know how you get when you see something like this that
you like, Piggy. And I do not approve." She walked toward him. "No, no, no,"
she said, wagging her forefinger.

"But here's another chance for you. I have let you recover again and again,
when I could have finished you off easily," she said. "Go for it. That is, if
you're not too afraid of me."

She did not raise her hands into fighting position. She had never done that
yet.

He threw a left at her face, but she easily blocked it with her right forearm.
He threw a right, and she blocked it with her left. A few more shots also got
noplace. She smiled at him, and suddenly kissed him on the cheek. Then she
slapped him with the same hand she had slapped him with earlier, her right. He
threw his right at her, fist closed. She blocked it with her left and slapped
him again with her right. He backed up. She came at him.

"I can slap you silly, Rapeman," she said. She brought her right hand into his
face again, this time with a backhand strike. "Just be glad I'm only using one
hand, or you'd be down already. But you're going down now, anyway." With that,
she again thrust the palm of her hand into his chest three quick times in
different spots, and karate chopped the side of his neck.

He slid to his knees, his arms hanging limply at his sides. She lifted him
back to his feet by lifting under his arms, and she backed him into a wall.
She stood within inches of him, face to face.

"You still want some of this, Rapeman? Well, I'm going to turn you back on
again, so you can go for it." She slapped his face back and forth, karate
chopped him and kissed him on cheek. "There, back to normal, pathetic as that
is," she said. "Now I dare you to try something." She was again within inches
of him.

He started to bring his right arm up, but she stopped it early with her left,
actually keeping his arm down near his side. And she slapped his face with her
right hand.

As close into his face as she could get, she said, "Try something else,
Rapeman." He started to bring his left arm up, but she squelched it just as
she had his right. She was hardly expending any energy, at least not visibly.
And she was utterly relaxed. But she was giving him no room to maneuver. Now
she put both her hands on his face, each on one a cheek, and she pushed his
head back into the wall twice, leaving him dazed. She kissed him on each
cheek, then banged his head into the wall again, still not as hard as she
could have.

She patted his cheek and said, "Pitiful."

She sashayed back to the counter.

"I like to show you what you want but can't have, Piggy," she said.

She raised a leg in the air and ran her hand along it sensuously,
straightening and bending it for his amusement, resting it on the counter.

"We both know how much that eats at you, don't we, Rapeman?"

"And, of course, there are these." She dropped her leg to the floor and over
toward him provocatively and cupped her breasts. "These are WAY too good for
the likes of you. I will let you look, but only because frustrating you so
much is so much fun for me."

She straightened up with a superior, almost sneering look and walked slowly
toward him.

He felt his phone go off. It was in his pants pocket, and his pants were not
far away.

She said, "I don't appreciate being interrupted, Piggy, so now I'm' going to
take your phone. You'll be the baby, and the phone will be the candy."

He couldn't have that, not with what was on the phone. He practically dove for
his pants and retrieved the phone.

"My, my, my," she said. "Now I know I have to take the phone." She stalked
him. She put out her right hand, palm up. She said, "It's my phone now,
Rapeman." She slapped his face with her right hand, and took the phone out of
his left with her left. "You really are incredibly pathetic, Rapeman." She
looked down at the phone. He reached out for it. She turned her back on him.
But in the process of turning to her left, she swept her right foot as his
ankle and swept him off his feet.

Now he was on his back staring at her ass.

Looking at the phone, she said, "Oh, this isn't good for you, Piggy. No. No.
No. You never should have let me see this."

He got to his feet, and, as she turned back toward him, her right foot again
caught him at his left ankle, and she swept, and again he was dumped on his
ass.

"Try getting up again, Piggy. I dare you. I'll put you don't every time, using
only this one beautiful leg," she said, indicating her right. "It's WAY too
much for you."

There followed three more attempts to rise. Each time she put him down,
sometimes sweeping one or both legs out from under him; sometimes landing a
foot in his stomach or chest or upside his head.

She now kept her leg in the air and stroked it provocatively. "You're no match
for this little lady, Piggy. She may be ever-so-delicately curved, and
ever-so-enticing to your touch, but she can kick your ass from here to
Thursday, and never break a sweat. You're not going to stand up until she
decides to let you."

He had to rise to that challenge - or try to. But two more times she put him
down. Finally, the foot at the end of the operative leg was planted on his
face as he sat back against a wall. His hands tried to remove it, but the
foot's owner had all the leverage as she loomed above him.

She still hadn't put down his phone.

Now she said, "You want your phone back, Piggy?" She held it in front him.
"OK, after you take a little rest, you can try to get it. I'll even let you
stand up." She tapped his face a couple of times, slapping it in more than one
direction with her foot.

Then, taking her foot off him, she bent over at the waist to flaunt her
cleavage at him; turned her back and bent over to flaunt her ass, and, while
so bent, stroked one leg sensuously to draw his attention to it. As so doing,
she smiled at him.

Then she went back to the counter and explored his phone, driving him crazy
with her impudence.

"Give me the fucking phone, bitch," he said.

She didn't even look up from the phone. "I don't see that happening, bitch,"
she said casually. "But I'll tell you what I will do: I'll let you have it if
you can so much as touch it."

He came at her, grabbing. She laughed and pulled the phone away from his grab
like a matador, and kicked him gently in the ass as he passed her, so that his
gut hit against the counter. Stepping away, she dangled it in front him. When
he tried to grab it, she would either pull it away or sort of slap him with
it. Soon he was on his knees breathless. With a kick to his side, she put him
on his back.

She said, "Be thankful I'm not going for you balls, Rapeman. We both know they
are mine any time I want them."

She went over to put the man's phone in her purse and to retrieve a couple of
items from it. She bent over it, know what he was looking at. When she turned
back to him, he was just starting to rise. She put a foot on his chest to push
him back to the floor flat. Then she trapped each of his wrists between the
high heel and flat part of a shoe. She loomed above him.

"Here's another view for you, Piggy" she said. "Eat your heart out." He
twisted and turned to find a way out, but only weakly. As he did so, she
primped. She brushed her hair; she fixed her make-up in a hand mirror. She
patted the bottom of her hair in a smug, self-satisfied way. Then she stroked
herself and gyrated a little for the prone man's amusement.

She looked down at him. She said, "I love the fear I see in your eyes. It
turns me on."

He said, "I'm not afraid of you."

She laughed. "Oh, really? Then what is that I see. Here let me get a little
closer." She bent only at the waist, and her hands went to his throat. And she
said, "It sure looks like fear. I'd like you to reconsider, Piggy." She
squeezed. "Is it fear or isn't it."

He resisted a little, but finally, in desperation, said, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" she asked.

He stalled just a little, but said, "It's fear."

She patted him on his cheek, and straightened up, releasing her hold on his
throat.

"That' what I like to hear," she said. "Now say it in a complete sentence."

He struggled against the realization that he had to say it, but he didn't
struggle long.

"I'm afraid of you," he said.

"Oh, yes, yes!" she said, as if he had found her G-spot. "God, how I love to
hear that!"

Leaning back over, she said, "I know you're telling yourself you only had to
say that because I've got your arms out of action. But that's ok. I going
mainly by the eyes, anyway. But, you know what? I need even more fear in those
eyes. You know, there's no end to the things I could do you now, Rapeman. I
could go after your eyes with my fingers. I could choke you with one hand
until you gasp for breath, then stick a finger or something down your throat
until want to throw up. I could punch your lights out easily. Whatever. You're
so utterly helpless against me."

With each of these possibilities, she offered a little demonstration of what
she was talking about. Not much, but enough to be convincing enough to him.

"Ah, yes, there's the look I'm going for. Thank you. Thank you. Now I'm going
to return the favor. Instead of taking advantage of my superior position,
we're going to play to YOUR strengths. Stand up." She stood aside and let him
do so, which he did warily. When he was up, she raised her hands in front of
him, her palms facing him. "Let's see what you got she said."

He couldn't believe his luck. This was what he needed: A test of strength.
Could it be real?

"Don't worry," she said. "I promise not to go for your balls." As she smiled,
he locked hands with her and put on the pressure. It had little effect, and
she smiled. She said,

"Mighty brave of you not to run away, Rapeman, what with a lady's my mighty
armpits staring you right in the face." As they stood in something of a
deadlock, she suddenly twisted both her hands outward, so that his wrists were
now pointing up, rather than down. And she put on the pressure. Successfully.
He rose to his toes to ward off the pain. "I'm going to give you a ride up and
down the scenic view of my body, Piggy. Right now, you're going down." She
twisted her hands back into their original position and drove him to his
knees. She held him there in pain. "What's worst, Piggy," she asked, "the
physical pain, the humiliation of being brought to your knees by a girl, and
with the cameras rolling, at that, or the fear of what I'm going to do to you
next?"

He didn't answer. She twisted again, and he was on his toes. He grimaced. She
smiled.

Then again, and he was on his knees.

With his face at the middle of her body, she said, "All together now, Rapeman:
'So close and yet so far.' But, ok, I'm going to take pity on you and let you
kiss me." He paused. "Do it. I know it's not exactly what you've been dreaming
of, but we both know it's as close as your gonna get. And - what can I say - I
want to enjoy the symbolism of you doing it on your knees, against your will.
So I'm going to put all the pressure on you that's necessary to make you do
it." She demonstrated. And he did it.

"Pathetic," she said, and pushed him onto his back with her control of his
hands.

She straightened up. "Now I'm going to give you a very special look at the
girly-girl bod that just did that to you, Rapeman, the body that you want so
desperately, but are so helpless to get." With that, she dropped down onto his
chest with both knees, and, while he was trying to catch his breath, turned to
face his feet, caught his hands under her high heels again and stood up. Now
he was looking straight up at her ass.

"How's that for a killer view, huh, Rapeman? Oh, you just want this so bad,
don't you?"

She stroked her butt, bent over, squatted and moved in a way that kept giving
him new perspectives, each of which enthralled him.

She said, "I'll bet you never could have believed you could be so horny and
hate it so much, huh, Rapeman?"

Then she said, "Well, I guess we both know that if you're going to have any
hope at all of dealing with this" -- and she indicated her body -- "you're
going to need at least one weapon. So hold on a second." She stepped into
another room as he watched her ass longingly, and she came back with a knife
and a two-by-four type piece of wood, maybe two feet long. She dropped them
both at his side.

He picked them both up.

"Attaboy," she said. "Give me a fight."

He was cautious. She was not. She stepped into him. With one hand, she grabbed
the wrist that held the knife, and with her other she immobilized his other
arm, and she kissed him on the cheek, and she came away with the knife.

She discarded it onto a chair, and she said, "Now I'm going to take that away
from you, too." She indicated the piece of wood.

He raised in with his left hand. She stepped into him and slapped her left
hand into his left bicep, which had the effect of loosening his grip. She slid
the wood out of his grasp with her right hand.

Then she gave it back to him. That took him aback. She beckoned him to try
again. He raised it again. This time she ducked under it, grabbed his armed
wrist and put it into a hammerlock as she came up behind him. The wood came
off into her hand. Holding his one arm in the hammerlock, she hooked her free
arm around in front of him and handed him the piece. When he took it, she
pushed him away.

When he turned to face her, he raised it above him. She grabbed it with both
hands and brought it down between his legs and grabbed it from behind him by
reaching through his legs from behind as she stood next to him. He was bent
over, trying to hold on to it. After letting him struggle a little and walking
him around like that, she put a foot on his ass and pushed him away. He
stumbled to the floor, and she now had the weapon in her hand. She tossed it
over to him, then retrieved the knife and did the same thing with it.

She sashayed back to the counter and resumed her default position.

She said, "Any time you're ready again, Rapeman, I'll be glad to toy with you
some more. But this time I warn you: When this part of the evening's
entertainment is over, I'm coming for your balls. I think we both know they
are the heart of the problem here. And I think we both know I can have them
any time I want. I mean, once again, there's not a thing in the world you can
do to stop me. So you really better hope the knife and the board work for
you."

"I'm gonna kill you, bitch," he said, holding both weapons and planning his
attack.

She imitated him without moving. "I'm gonna kill you, bitch," she said in her
best masculine voice. Then she said, in her own voice, laced with scorn,
"Please!" And, again, as a man, "I'm gonna to kill you, bitch," she laughed.
As she did so, she bent to slip off her high heels for the first time.

She wiggled her fingers toward herself in a come-and-get-me gesture. He came
slowly. He brought the board toward her. She blocked it and kicked him in the
stomach. He feel to his knees, and she took the board. His hand with the knife
was on the floor. She stepped on it, immobilizing the hand, then swept the
knife away with her bare foot.

She knelt down beside him, holding the board.

"Time to start worrying about your balls, Rapeman," she said, "because I'm
coming for them."

She dropped the board and faked a move toward them with both hands. He jerked
back and covered them with his hands.

She smiled. "OK," she said. "You go ahead and defend yourself with your big,
masculine hands, and I'll come at you with my delicate, smooth, little
girly-girl fingers with their pretty polish. And we'll see who wins."

He was kind of on his hands and knees, and not in a good position to back up
very far. As she moved her hands in at him slowly, he tried to bat them away.
But she caught one of his hands and bent a finger or two back firmly; in pain,
he pulled the hand away. Now his hands were back toward crotch. She had one
hand coming at his crotch from the front, and one from the back, up between
his legs.

"I think I'm going to get there, Rapeman," she said. "You're losing to a girl
yet again.

Yes, I'm almost there. Your defense is pathetic. Yes, and I'm in."

She had him. She hadn't hurt him badly, yet, and he was still trying to push
her front hand away. But when he did, she caused him some trouble with the
back one, and his hands flitted ineffectually between the two.

She was leaning on him, her chin on his back. She said, "You're in a very,
very bad way, Rapeman. I own you. You are mine." She emphasized her point with
her a little hand movement. His pain and fear were obvious. "What have you got
to say for yourself?"

Silence. She goosed him. He jerked.

"Please," he said.

"Please, huh?" she said. "Well, that's a start." And she applied more
pressure.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I'll say you're sorry," she said, and hurt him again. "Also pathetic."

She got to her feet, holding her two hands locked together and bringing the
middle of his body up with her. His feet and hands were still on the floor and
he was in pain.

"No!" he said. "No!"

Holding him there, she said, "I could end it all for you right here, Rapeman,
couldn't I?"

"Yes, yes!" he said.

"And in the most painful imaginable way, couldn't I?"

"Yes, yes," he said.

"Fortunately for you, however," she said, "that's not the plan."

She gave him another taste of what she could do, and she dropped him. He
crumpled into a fetal position moaning, curled toward her. She stood above
him, her feet very close to his face and in his field of vision. She stood
close to him to demonstrate to him that he was unwilling to attack her. She
bent and brushed the back of her fingers against his face.

She kneeled next to him and put one hand on his crotch, over his hands. "Now I
want to just drop your hands to floor because you know resistance is futile. I
want you to just hope for the best." He did as told.

To his surprise, she only held him possessively.

"Wow!" she said. "Are you ever pathetic. Hard to believe that just a few
minutes ago you thought were going to rape me, isn't it. Can you imagine how
embarrassing that would have been for me if the word got out: that I let
myself be raped by a loser like you? People would be like, "REALLY?? That
pathetic loser? Unbelievable?" They'd say, "I would have picked her just on
the basis of her armpits alone." She move up toward his head and positioned
him flatter on his back. "And you couldn't blame, could you. They are pretty
scary, aren't they. I want you to look at my armpit now, Rapeman, and think
about what a huge role it plays in your life now." She maneuvered it over him
as he lay prone, and she kept it there. "And I want you to be afraid. Be very,
very afraid, Rapeman. Very, very afraid."

After a clear demonstration that he was, patted him on his cheek. Leaned over
and kissed him, then rose. She went back to the counter and resumed the
position.

She resumed her look through his phone, and this time he let her.

Finally, she realized he wasn't even going to look at her.

She said, "I wonder if I can still get you hard despite everything I've put
your dick through," she said. "Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, I can. But
just to give myself a little bit of a personal challenge, I'm going to make
you hard just using my feet." That got him to turn his head toward her.
"Whaddaya think, Rapeman? Think you can resist? I'm thinking that if you're
helpless against my pits, then I've pretty much got ALL the power here."

She rose. "I'm coming for you, Pigster. Abandon all hope."

He started to get awkwardly and weakly to his feet, facing away from her to
get some distance before turning around. But she rammed an arm up into his
crotch from behind, and, as he sought comfort on the floor, maneuvered him
into a leg lock. He was on his backside, and her foot was in his crotch, and
his legs were in position such that she could hurt him a lot, easily, without
even going for his crotch.

She stroked him with her foot and distracted his attention from his pain.

"I think we have learned, Rapeman," she said, "that if I want you hard, you're
hard." Then she shot the foot that was on his crotch into his chest and
stomach, leaving breathless and in pain. Waiting a few seconds, she then she
tested his crotch with the foot and said, "And if I want our soft, you're
soft." She stroked him again. "And hard." She pressed her foot harder against
his groin. "And soft." She stroked. "And hard." Once more to his stomach and
chest. "And soft." She did two more cycles.

She rose, lifted him to feet with her hands on the front of his shirt at the
chest, and pushed his back against a wall. She put her face right in his,
getting very, very close. "I hope you like my perfume, Rapeman. It's called
Devastation."

Staying that close, her face in his, she put her hands up behind her head.

"Make a move, Piggy," she said. "I dare you. Touch me anyplace. Go ahead. You
know how much you want to. I know how much you want. You are so desperate to
feel me up that it's about to drive you totally freaking nuts. You're so horny
that I can literally feel it when we stand this close. And you want to hurt me
so bad you can taste it. And you know if you don't make a move now, it will
haunt you all your life. So here we are. I'm putting it all in your face. Go
for it. Touch me anyplace. I dare you."

He didn't.

"I didn't think so," she said.

She let the totality of his humiliation and fear sink in, just standing there,
hands behind her head.

Then she said, "OK, Rapeman, the foregoing was an invitation, a dare. What
follows now is an order: Kiss my pits." He stared at her. "Do it, and do it
right now," she said. "Both of them."

He did.

Then: "Now we go back to my generous offer, my dare," she said. She raised her
leg and rested her ankle on his shoulder. It was the leg that had beaten him
up so thoroughly and so easily. "I know how much you've been wanting to get
your hands on this baby all night," she said. "Now's your chance." He didn't
make a move.

"No, huh?" she said. "Well, I guess this isn't her most flattering angle." She
dropped her foot the ground, pushed the man down into a seated position, and
stood above him. She positioned her upper thigh to be right in front of his
face and said, "Go ahead, feel her up, Rapeman. You have never wanted to do
anything more passionately in your life. We both know that, and so will
everybody watching the video. Now's your chance. I dare you. "Getting no
response, she repositioned herself so that instead of looking at the outside
of one thigh, he was confronted with the inner part of her other thigh. "How
about my inner thigh, Rapeman? Does that give you any ideas? Is that soft and
girly enough to get you going. I've never met a pig like you who didn't have
inner thigh on the brain."

"Pathetic coward," she said as she turned her back on him. "Afraid of a hot
little babe! How about if I get flat on back? Would that give you any
courage?" She did so, and she spread her legs as wide as they would go and
curled her finger at the man before her. "Come on, Rapeman. I'll be glad to
get your started on your little project." Her legs closed and opened. "Come
on. We both know how much you want it. This time I REALLY hope you accept my
invitation, because these two beautiful ladies" - indicating her legs - "want
to squeeze you to within an inch of your life. Actually, who knows; they might
even miscalculate by an inch or two."

He did nothing.

"OK, Rapeman, if you're afraid to touch me without be ordered to, I guess I'll
do the touching." She lifted him to his feet. "I'm going to work you over
entirely with the asset of mine that you've been most staring at and drooling
over all night, and in fact ever since we met, even more than my naughty
thighs: my adorable ass. I figure that destroying you with it will have a
certain symbolic value, you know?"

She turned her back to him and grabbed his wrists firmly in her hands. Then
she began sensuously gyrating against him, giving him a sort of standing lap
dance. When she knew he was hard again, she stopped rubbing against him and
instead slammed her butt into him hard. Then she began to work him over again
sexually, and repeated the cycle. After a total of three times, she was
satisfied. She let go of his hands, and turned to face him and watched him
slide to the floor.

She turned her back, stood directly in front of him, close to him, put her
hands up under her hair, playing with it sensuously, as if in sexual pleasure,
cocked her hip cockily, and made him look at close range directly at what he
lusted after so much. She knew he wouldn't dare touch it.

She turned to him and looked down at him. "You seem to have changed your views
on the whole subject of raping me, Rapeman. But I gotta tell ya ... ." Here
she bent and took hold of his shirt at his chest and pulled him toward his
feet. " ... .I've come to like the idea of raping you. And I think I've
whipped and scared you so thoroughly that you'd just relax and accept it,
wouldn't you." She plastered his hands up over his head against the wall and
held them there. That brought their faces very close together again. And she
thrust her crotch hard into his, then did it again. And she started to grind
on him. But then she said, "Whoops, I better not do that. I wouldn't want you
to climax. I like you best when you're so sexually frustrated that you look at
me like I'm a goddess." She continued to thrust at him, though, as she said,
"Now, while I'm doing you, Rapeman, I'm going give you some options as to how
this all ends." She thrusted into him. "Option number one" - she thrusted
again - "is that I post the video online for all to see."

With that, she flipped him over, so that he was facing the wall, and, again,
she stretched him out lengthwise, so that his hands were above his head
against the wall. That brought her mid-section and his ass into contact. And
she came at him the same way, thrusting herself into him as she might if she
were wearing a dildo. "Option number two" - thrust - "is, I tell the police
what I found on your phone." Thrust. "And I hold you prisoner here until they
come for you." Thrust.

"And number three," - thrust - " I keep you here and give you 24 hours to
recover ... ." - thrust -- "from this appalling beating your taking." Thrust.
"And then we have a rematch."

She thrust at him and flipped him back over to face her, and plastered his
hands once again against the wall above his head.

"If you win," - thrust - "you get the video and whatever else you can take."
Thrust. "If I win, I deprive you of the ability to ever rape anybody." Thrust.
"Forever." Thrust. "Your call."

She let go of his hands, and he slid down the wall, in contact with her body
as he did so.

Looking down at him, she said, "You've got all the power, Mr. Man - to decide
how I victimize you from here."