A Day in a Life Part One By Connor McCloud khengiskhan@hotmail.com 12:45am, Saturday July 1 It took me quite a long time to fall asleep, but eventually, overcome by exhaustion I passed out. I wasn't in pain at all, I was just in an uncomfortable position. Kathy was behind me, and her body was wrapped around mine securely, just tight enough to keep me in place. At first I tried to break free, but Kathy held me tight, and told me everything would be fine after I fell asleep. Her legs were wrapped around my stomach, but she wasn't squeezing anymore, her legs just controlled my bodies movement. Kathy had her right around around my neck like a vice, and her left arm was wrapped around my left arm, making it useless to me. At first I tried to pry away her right arm, but I couldn't move it at all. When I tried to, Kathy would close her legs around me, slowing and painfully commanding me to stop without any words needed. She would also flex her right arm, and even the slightest bulge of her bicep would begin to caught off my air supply and cause me to almost pass out. So I lied there for hours and thought about what happened, and what I could do to change what had happened the last 24 hours, if change was possible. 11:30pm Friday, June 30 We had gone to bed that night like any other night. We had been married for 4 years, and our ritual at bed time was basically the same. We would watch some TV and then we would assume the spoon position, eventually going our separate ways and sleeping. Our spoon position consisted of Kathy facing away from me, and I moved in behind her, getting as close to her as possible, and holding her close with my arms. Sometimes we might get frisky and my holding her might lead into sexual pleasure, but regardless, that is how we began our slumber. We never wrestled our struggled in any way before this night. Kathy and I were comparable in size, although I weighed more than she did by about 30 pounds, she was only an inch or so shorter than me. Kathy was clearly better shape than I was, she was really into working out with weights and she ran all the time which gave her a lean, athletic look. I never really considered that possibility that she was stronger than I was until this altercation took place. I turned off the TV, and moved into her like usual, but tonight she was facing me. I moved into her and we snuggled into each other. We kissed a little bit, and during our kissing our hands met and we tightened our grip and pushed into each other. Kathy began to kiss me harder, and at the same time, she pushed harder with her hand, moving my hand backwards. I increased my pressure as well, and as we began to kiss more passionately, our pushing and desire to push the others hand also increased. I soon realized that Kathy was pushing me backward, and moments later, she rolled on top of me, forcing my hand against the bed. Without saying a word, she reached into the drawer next to our bed, and pulled out a condom. She ripped off our clothes, put the condom on and started to fuck me. It wasn't making love this time, Kathy had my body pinned to the bed, and she slammed herself into me. At one point I attempted to push her off, but she was to strong, I couldn't budge my hands which were pinned to the bed. Kathy, now on top in the dominant position, fucked me hard, pumping her vagina forcefully, almost like she had a penis and was fucking a woman. She seemed to have no interest in me as she pumped, but was simply using me as her sex toy. It was a strange feeling, being used and toyed with. As Kathy pumped harder, I tried as hard as I could to throw her off me, or at least move her, but to my dismay, I couldn't even budge her. Her muscular body held me firmly in place, and she gave an extra squeeze to show me she was in chrage of this encounter. I started to feel like I was being raped in a way, and it wasn't far from the truth. We came together, and she dropped on top of me, holding me tight and rubbing her sweaty body into mine. Kathie gave me a final squeeze, rolled off me, and snuggled into the bed. I got up and cleaned myself up in the bathroom. I jumped back into the bed, and Kathy moved into me, and we hugged in post sexual bliss, but it was different this time. Kathy moved in closer to me and I pulled her close and hugged her tight. Kathy returned my squeeze with her own squeeze which almost rendered me unconscious. Kathy must have noticed my face turning red and she released the pressure, and hugged me softly and smiled. "Sorry sweety, didn't mean to squish you," she said kindly. "No worries hun, I'm fine," I answered, trying to act like it never happened. "You started turning colors," she laughed, "don't know my own strength sometimes. I've been hitting the weights hard lately, have you noticed that I'm getting stronger? Or looking more muscular?" "Umm, not really," I mumbled, "I guess I haven't been paying much attention." "No you haven't," she said in a sullen tone, "but I am. You just saw first hand a demonstration of that strength as I pinned you to the bed and fucked you. You couldn't have stopped me dear, not that you wanted to." Kathy's attitude was changing as we talked, almost to a confrontational discussion. I didn't understand why she was acting like this, but I soon found out. "Yeah right hun, don't be goofy, " I replied. Kathy smirked at me, and pulled me closer into her. "Listen hun, not to long ago, I decided that I wanted to get stronger, physically stronger. As I started to work out harder and build strength, I saw that you and I were not that far apart in terms of physical strength. In fact, I began to see that you really aren't that strong at all honey. Then I started thinking about how nice it would feel to control you physically, and I started to get aroused. The thought of pinning you down and fucking you turned into a need to do it. I'll tell you something sweety, it feels great," she said smiling. I looked at her with a puzzled look on my face, and she noticed that I didn't quite understand what she was saying. "I know your little brain is in overdrive hun, so let me make it very clear to you. I had a desire or need to be stronger than you, because I want you as my toy, my bitch as they say. We can make love whenever you want to, but when I want to, I'll rape you and fuck you until I'm done. I know this is coming out of left field, but there's no easy way to say this to you. I still love you, and you're a good husband, but things are a little different now, because I'm stronger than you. Understand?" she said, talking to me like I was a child. "Well, that is interesting stuff sweety, and I'm not sure where this all came from. Let me ask you, why do you assume all this? Why do you think you're stronger than me? I don't see where you get off saying that," I said, begining to get aggravated. "That's true honey, we never have done anything to see who was stronger, but we're going to. Not because I need to see, but I knew that you would need to see. Let me say this before I go any further sweety. I know you're in decent shape, not great, but decent. You never really work out with weights, at least not like I do. I can do 50 pushups in a row, can you?" she asked. "I'm not sure, I never really tried," I said, knowing that I couldn't. "Well, let's see shall we?" Kathy said rolling off the bed and pulling me with her. She moved into a pushup position, and I reluctantly moved down beside her. She pushed up and was in the up position and looked over at me to join her. I didn't want to but I moved up next to her. We both had our shirts off, and like being hit by lightning, I now noticed how strong she looked. Her shoulders and arms were defined and more muscular that I realized, certainly more muscular than mine. "Ok honey, little contest. We start doing pushups together, and we'll see who can do more. If you don't believe I'm stronger than you after this we can do something else," she said smiling. We began to move together up and down. She counted softly to herself, but I could hear her fine. When she hit twenty I began to feel the burn start, and as we approached 30, I was exhausted. "Come on hun, that's 29, can you hit 30?" she said, mocking my attempt to keep going,"ok, that's 30, what about 31? Come on sweety do one more, 32? Nice, come one!! One more!!" I couldn't do anymore, and I collapsed to the floor. Kathy moved down next to me, smiled and then rattled off about 20 more without breaking a sweat. "Not bad hun, you broke 30, better than I thought. You'll be sore for days! The problem is I did 50, I could have done more, but I think more point was made, don't you? You in need of further proof? she asked. "You're being crazy Kathy, just because you can do more pushups doesn't mean you're stronger than me," I answered, annoyed and a little embarrassed. "It doesn't? What does then? How would you like me to show you? The choice is yours sweety, I'm prepared to show you tonight. You want to armwrestle? That's a manly way to see who is stronger isn't it? Let's see if you can beat me," she said in a challenging way. She moved around and lied on the floor facing me, arm up ready to go. I looked at her, still baffled by what was happening, and decided I had no choice but to do this. I moved into position, and we locked hands. Without saying a word, we started pushing. It was close to begin with, and then to my humiliation and confusion, Kathy began to push harder and I began to weaken. Kathy's bicep, which now looked larger, and harder than I had ever imagined, bulged and danced, making my arm look flat. I tried as hard as I could to push, but Kathy slowly began to overpower me, and eventually she forced my hand to the ground. I looked at her, not really knowing what to say or how to act. Kathy just smiled at me. Now that she had my attention, Kathy did look very different from when we met years ago. "I knew you would have a hard time with this sweety," she said warmly,"but it's time for this to happen. I'm much stronger than you now, and I really want you to accept this and enjoy what changes this will bring." "I don't even know what to say Kath, I never realized you were this strong. You look thin as always, I guess I didn't notice how muscular you were getting. You must have lost some weight," I said, my thoughts almost randomly flowing from my mouth. "No, actually I gained about 10 pounds of muscle in the last few months. I weigh around 140 now, maybe even a few pounds more than that. I know I'm 140 because I still push myself to bench my own body weight, and I can do bench 140 about 4 times right now," she said smiling,"when we met I was only benching around 100 if I was lucky." I started to sit up but Kathy stopped me by grabbing my wrist tightly. "Where are you running off to? We aren't done here sweety. Are you ready to admit that I'm stronger than you now?" she asked, very seriously. I saw the look on her face, and knew that this meant alot to her, but I didn't feel like admitting that I knew she was. It's hard to admit that your wife, or a any woman is stronger than you, but I knew Kathy was and I felt ok admitting it. "It's hard to admit hun, but I guess you are stronger than me. I never knew you were this strong, but I guess you have been working out hard. Tell you what, I would hate to meet you in a dark alley," I laughed. Kathy looked at me, smiled, and said,"No you wouldn't sweety, we both know you aren't the toughest guy in the world." "No I'm not the toughest, but I can handle myself alright," I said defensively. "Come on hun," Kathy joked,"you aren't a tough guy. You're a lover not a fighter. I may not have always been stronger than you, but I have always been tougher than you. I know we don't talk about stuff like this, but I have always known that if you and I were to get into a fight I would win." "What? You really think that?" I asked. "Absolutely. Listen, it's not like I walk around thinking about this, but I have given it a thought. I'm like a guy in that respect, I always size up people that I know, even you. I know that I could take you in a fight, especially now, in fact, right here, right now, I could kick your ass," she replied. "That's bullshit. You're crazy Kath, you mean a real fight? A fistfight? You couldn't take a punch, you would cry like a baby," I said, almost yelling. "Really? Think you could take one of mine? I think I punch harder than you sweety, in fact I'm sure I do. If anyone is crying like a baby it would be you," she stated in a very challenging tone. "This is silly hun, let's get some sleep," I said, deliberately trying to change the subject afraid of where it was leading. "That's it?" she asked,"you don't want to take this converstion any further huh? I can see that, that's cool sweety, we can end it. Looks to me like the talk was hitting you a little hard, wouldn't want to damage your fragile male ego." "Whatever, I don't know what you want me to say? You proved you were stronger than me, I hate saying that, but it's obviously true. What else are you getting at here? You want to fight me or something?" I asked. "I don't need to fight you, there's no point to that,"Kathie replied,"I can hear it in your voice, hear it in your words, and see it in your eyes. You wouldn't fight me, because you're afraid to. I wouldn't make you go through that beating for nothing, we both know who would win. Although there is some part in me that actually gets turned on by the thought of kicking your ass." "You're being ridiculous," I stammered,"I'm going to bed." Without any more words we both went to bed, although Kathy fell asleep much faster than I did. My head was spinning with thoughts about what Kathy said and was claiming. Could she take me? Did it matter? Was I afraid of her? She was stronger than me, that I had found out and had already accepted, but the other stuff made me crazy. I thought about her words and knew she meant and believed everything she had said, and that concerned me. Eventually I fell asleep and hoped that in the morning things would go back to normal. 8:30am, Saturday July1 Kathy was gone when I woke up, and from the looks of her mess, she had gotten up and gone to the gym. I got up made some coffee, and watched Sportscenter, always a nice way to start a day. Kathy got home moments later, and came strolling into the house smiling ear to ear. "Morning hun," she said happily,"what you doing?" "Nada, just watching some Sportscenter, doing a little relaxing, how was your workout?" I asked, happy that she appeared back to her old self. Must have been a full moon last night. "It was great, I did mostly upper body today," she replied, taking off her windbreaker to reveal her buffed up physique. She was wearing a black sportsbra and workout tights that revealed her muscle definition and figure very nicely. Fresh home from her workout her muscles were pumped up and she looked thicker than she had the night before. Even her attitude was different now that she worked out, and you could sense her confidence growing daily. She noticed me checking her out and smiled. "Not bad huh? I'll tell you hun I was doing impressive weight today for a person my size, especially a woman my size. I actually stared made this guy turn beet red because I was curling more weight then he was, it was funny. He couldn't even look me in the eyes he was so upset or humiliated whatever you want to call it," Kathy laughed,"men are so easy to intimidate." "You think you intimidated him"I asked. "Call it what you want hun, I just think it's funny. He wouldn't care if another guy lifted more than him, but a woman!! God fordid! The male ego is so fragile, it's almost sad. Look at you last night, perfect example. I beat you in armwrestling and you run into a shell and hide. Why can't guys accept the fact that woman can be strong and dominating just like men?" "I didn't hide from you. You started talking about weird shit like fighting me. It was silly and I went to bed," I replied, almost revealing the anger that I had bottled up inside. "Give me a break hun, you're not being honest with yourself. You were upset because you found out I'm stronger than you, and then to make matters worse, you get quasi challenged to fight by your wife and you backed down. So in a matter of no time at all you go from dominant male to inferior male. I know you didn't sleep well last night, you must be a wreck today," she stated casually. "You're nuts. You must sit there for hours to make this stuff up. I'm not upset that you're strong hun, and I didn't back down from any fight, that's bullshit," I said letting my anger show. "Not just strong, stronger than you sweets. There's a difference. And for the record you were challenged and you did back down from me. If it wasn't clear enough, then listen up. Anytime you are ready hun any rules you want, I'll gladly show you who the boss is. The fight isn't about who's stronger, that we already know, it's about more than that, isn't it? That's exactly why you're afraid to do it. Losing to me would be to much for your ego to handle,"Kathy said moving closer to me and standing right behind me. "I can't believe you are challenging me to a fight! Are you nuts? I don't need to prove anything to you, and don't you think a fight would ruin our marriage? I beat you up and we are ok when it's over? What if I broke your nose or gave you a black eye?" I said angrily. "How nice, so you won't do it because you are afraid you will hurt me? What a considerate guy. Give me a break, you're afraid to fight me, because you're afraid to lose and you know it. Spare me the considerate guy shit, you're just not man enough to admit that you would lose. I'm the one with nothing to prove because you and I both know who would win a fight between us, and it's not you," she said smiling and patting my head like she was patting the head of a child. Infuriated I jumped off and chair and whirled around. I glared at Kathy, but she stared back her eyes never leaving mine. She glided around the chair and slowly took off her tights as she moved. She moved right in front of me, wearing only her sports bra. She stared at me, and I simply couldn't hold her icy glare. I don't know if it was intimidation, but it was something just like it. "All this tough talk is getting me excited hun," she said, and quickly dropped down and ripped off the shorts I was wearing. Before I could respond to her actions, I was standing there naked from the waist down. She stood up and moved into me kissing me hard on the lips and pushing me backward against the wall. We slammed against the wall and she pushed her entire body into mine, and held my head in place with her strong arms and started forcing her toungue into my mouth. My attempts to push her away were childlike, and she held me there for several minutes grinding into and kissing me so hard it almost hurt. Kathy suddenly used her left leg to trip me up and we both fell to the floor. We both struggled for a few moments but it didn't take her long to gain the upper hand and get on top of me. I tried to squirm and throw her off me, but she was to strong, and she soon I was in her complete control. She slowly wrapped her legs around mine, and began to forcefully pull them apart. I could feel her vagina searching for my dick and I moved frantically to stop her, but I was almost completely imobile. She then lowered herself onto me and started fucking me slowly but firmly. "What the fuck are you doing!?" I yelled, but before I could continue, she lowered her upper body, trapped my arms with hers, and began to suffocate me with her hair and head, making my yells become muffles. Now completely overpowered and consumed, I tried in vain to move, but my attempts were futile. She had me trapped, her legs forcefully holding mine in place, and my upper body strength no match for hers, and I was being raped. There was no other way to put it, Kathy was forcefully raping me and there was nothing I could do about it. She firmly pumped her vagina up and down, sometimes slowly, sometimes harder and faster. I ceased my efforts to stop her, and sensing this she lifted her upper body up at the same time grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the floor. She couldn't to pump her hips and use her legs to move me where she wanted me to go. She smiled at me, and this picture was worth a thousand words. She didn't say anything we both knew what she had done, and that was enough for her. She fucked me until she got bored or tired of it and then stopped, got up and walked away. I had an orgasm and couldn't believe she didn't use protection or even ask, until I saw the blood on me and knew she was having her period. 10:00am I walked into the bathroom and cleaned myself off, and saw her already in the shower, singing to herself and looking happy as a pig in shit. I was so confused and upset I didn't know what to do. I got dressed and went into the kitchen to get some water. Basically in the matter of less than 24 hours my wife had overpowered me, humiliated me, and raped me twice. I had to do something but I didn't know what to do. I realized that I was afraid of her, and I knew I was no match for her physically. I didn't want to escalate this situation because I was afraid of her, I could admit this to myself now. I decided that I wouldn't do anything or say anything and see if she let it go. End of part one