Who's Afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf?
By Connor McCloud, khengiskhan@hotmail.com


Angela and I had been fighting for several weeks when we decided to seek
counseling to save our failing marriage. Everything had been going great for
the first few years, but the pressures of everyday life had taken there toll
on us. Angela found a marriage counselor through the internet that was very
highly regarded because of some new therapy they had come up with. The place
was called Four Walls Counseling and Conflict Resolution and it was located in
upstate Maine. We were both glad that we had made the decision to go and were
looking forward to making things better between us.

We arrived early on a Saturday morning and we were greeted by one of the
counselors/therapists named Stacy. Stacy showed us our where we would be
staying, possibly in separate beds if things went badly, and told us to be in
her office by 11:00 am. The complex was small but professional looking and it
was located in a beautiful area of the state over looking the Atlantic ocean
on rocky cliffs. Angela and I hadn't been fighting since we decided to try
therapy, but that's because we were preoccupied with our new surroundings and
were both wondering about the counseling.

We walked into Stacy's office just after 11:00 am and sat in separate chairs
with Stacy sitting on a chair in front of us. Stacy's office was pleasant, she
had her "me" wall with various certificates and degrees from years of
training, although Stacy only looked to be around 40. Stacy started asking us
questions about our marriage and what was going on to bring us to counseling
before asking us more personal and detailed questions.

"Jeff, why do you feel such anger towards your wife? Is it the way she acts or
the things she says to you, why is it that you get so mad so easy?" Stacy
asked.

"She just bothers me more than usual I guess. It's not always what she says
but how she says it. She talks down to me like I'm a child or I'm stupid" I
replied.

"Why do you think she does that? Do you believe she thinks she's better than
you? Do you think she is better than you and your mad because you are the
weaker partner in the marriage? What do you think about this Angela?" Stacy
asked looking at my wife.

"Well, I don't necessarily think I'm better than he is, but he acts like such
a baby sometimes. It's like he's always been pampered and thinks everything
should go his way even when he's wrong or looking at things the wrong way. I
was raised differently than him. I had a tougher childhood and was raised to
be a tougher person mentally than he was" Angie said looking at Stacy but
glancing towards me.

"What do you mean by that Angie? Are you saying that Jeff is a weak person or
he's just acts childish sometimes? Do you think your selfish Jeff?" Stacy
asked.

"No, I'm not selfish, but Angie likes to bark out orders sometimes and I don't
like that. We should talk like adults to each other. She's has changed lately,
especially after her new workout program. She walks around now like she owns
the house and I don't like that" I stated.

"Jeff seems to think you have changed Angie. Why would he say this? Do you
think your acting differently or is he only seeing you differently? Has
working out made you different in some way?" Stacy asked.

"Jeff has made a big deal about me working out with weights. At first he was
supportive, but eventually he began to resent me doing it. I think he doesn't
like the fact that I look more muscular than he does, but he won't admit that"
Angie replied.

"What do you think about that Jeff? Are you in some way intimidated by your
wife because she works out with weights? Do you see her differently because
she is working out? It seems like your problems started when Angie started
showing some muscle and you confused about seeing this" Stacy stated looking
right at me.

"I think that's crazy. I don't mind the fact that she works out, but Angie
started acting like she was somehow dominant to me after she started doing
weight work. It was almost like her new found muscles made her feel superior
to me, I guess that bothered me" I said looking at Angela.

"So it looks like Jeff always felt that he was more dominant in the marriage
until Angie started working out with weights, and then he began to reject the
fact that Angie looked more muscular than he did. I think that a major problem
here is that Jeff feels like he has lost some control in the marriage because
of your new, stronger body Angie. Jeff are you feeling intimidated by your
wife? Please be honest" Stacy asked looking at me and Angie.

"No, I'm not intimidated by her, but maybe I do feel like there's a problem
with her attitude. I mean we never progressed to any violence when we fight,
we just argue. Why would I be intimidated by her, I'm still stronger than she
is" I said angrily.

"I think we're getting to the core of the problem here" Stacy said, "I believe
that Jeff does feel uneasy about your marriage because he felt like because he
was the man, he was in control. Jeff's feeling of control has changed because
I believe that Jeff feels subconsciously that his manhood and physical
dominance is being challenged. What do you think about this Angela?"

"Jeff has always known, even by his admission, that mentally I'm a very strong
person. I think Jeff also knows that I am a very tough person, because he's
heard stories about me from people I grew up with. Jeff has heard countless
stories about me getting in fights as a kid. I wasn't a bully, but I was a
tomboy, and when guys picked on me or my friends I'd beat them up. Jeff never
really talked about it, but when he heard the stories, I could tell he was
taken back by what was being said. So personally I think that Jeff does have
some complex about being married to a woman that is physically dominant to
him" Angela said calmly.

"What about that Jeff? Do you think that your fighting with Angela has
occurred because you resent the fact that maybe you feel she's dominant to
you? Try to be honest about this it will help solve your problems with Angie"
Stacy asked.

"I thinks that's a little much. I don't feel intimidated by Angie and I
certainly don't think she can beat me up. I could kick her ass all over the
place" I snarled angrily, "the situation has never come up. I never thought
about hitting her before, although sometimes I think she could use a slap, I'm
not like that."

Stacy got up and walked out of the room. She was gone for at least twenty
minutes and Angie and I were silent the entire time. I was thinking about what
was being said and I was having a hard time sorting my feelings out. I have
great respect for my wife and her physical and mental strength, but up until
now I never realized that maybe I was a little intimidated by her. I never
really though about Angie in that kind of way, as an adversary. Looking over
at her she was very athletic and strong looking, but was I intimidated? I knew
that I still weighed at least 30 pounds more than she did, although much of my
weight was fat. Angie certainly looked better than I did, because although I
wasn't fat by any means, Angie was mostly muscle. My thoughts were broken when
Stacy entered the room.

"Let me explain what I believe is happening here. I have seen a couple of
cases like yours before, it's not that uncommon. You had a balance of power in
your marriage. Jeff always felt comfortable because he felt that he was still
physically stronger than Angie, and that made him feel secure. However, deep
down Jeff always felt a little intimidated by Angie because of her mental and
physical toughness, these feelings have been pretty much repressed until now.
Angela always knew that she was dominant to Jeff, but most woman have no
reason to prove this or talk about it. So the situation came to a head when
Angie started working out and getting stronger and more muscular than ever
before, and her new muscles confused and angered Jeff. I think Angie did start
acting a little more dominating because she knew that she was, and her new
found body only helped release these feelings. So what we now have is a
struggle for power in the marriage, but it has remained unspoken. Angela, do
you think you could take Jeff in a fight?" Stacy asked sincerely, forcing my
head to spin towards Angie.

"I have always known that I could beat Jeff up. Jeff's not a tough guy, he's
always been pampered like I said before. The topic never came up, but honestly
I think Jeff knows that I could" Angie stated looking over at me.

"What do you say to that Jeff? Could Angie beat you in a fight? I think it's
important that you really think about this, it could be the answer your
looking for" Stacy said.

"That's nuts" I scoffed, but inside I was more confused than ever.

"So here we are" Stacy continued, "the real problem is this. Jeff is fighting
to keep his feelings of being a guy and being physically stronger and tougher
than his wife. Angie is saying firmly that his feelings are unfounded, and she
could win in a battle of strength. So therefore, I have a solution to fixing
your problem. The only way to bring stability is to answer this question of
superiority. Once one of you becomes the dominant partner, the other will fall
into place behind. It's like in the wild, lions, wolves, they both fight
within their pack for superiority. I believe that you two need the same thing.
So as unusual as this may sound, I'm suggesting that you participate in what
we called the Four Walled Challenge. We have a room here that is totally
padded, floors and walls, and we use this room to settle a problem like yours.
You both go in and you don't walk out until one of you has submitted to the
other completely. There can be no questioning the winner, it has to be
absolute. When you have done this, your roles in the marriage will become more
defined simply because one of you will be what the wolves call the Alpha Male,
or possibly female. This is up to you both, but it's mine recommendation"
Stacy stated.

"I'll do it" Angie said without hesitation and looking over at me for my
response, "I think it might be the only way to settle our differences, so I'm
willing to do it and we'll find out who the dominant one is."

"Although I'm a little apprehensive about doing this, I'll do it" I replied,
"but if you get hurt Angie remember you agreed to this."

"The room is in the next building, I'll walk you there. It's soundproof and no
one can see you while your fighting. I will not set any rules to this, the
loser will say when they have had enough. You can stay in there for as long as
you need to" Stacy said leading us out of the room and to our destination.

As we walked, Angie reached over and held my hand. She looked over at me and
smiled, "I think we both knew that this might happen someday. You know that
I'm not some dominating bitch, but I certainly do like to be in control as
much as you do. I think settling this question will make things clearer for
both of us."

"I think so Angie. It's a little extreme, but probably a good idea" I
responded looking at my wife and soon to be opponent. I had mixed emotions
about doing this, not knowing what it might do to our marriage or how things
might end up. Deep down, I was nervous and doing it, not only because of the
possible ramifications, but also because I wasn't sure I would win.

We stopped outside the room, and entered a room across the hall. Stacy reached
into a closet and pulled out some workout clothes and laid them on the desk.

"Change into these, they should fit fine. It's all about you guys from here.
You can go in there when your ready, I'll be around when you are done. Do
yourselves a favor and don't cheat yourselves out of what this can be. If you
both do this and are serious, one of you will walk out as the physically
dominant partner in your marriage, and it looks like your both looking for
that answer. Good luck" Stacy said and walked away.

Angie and I changed quickly but hesitated before walking into the room next
door. Angie and I were both wearing a tank top and shorts, the difference
being Angie looked muscular and lean, and I looked sort of thin and soft.
Without saying a word we walked across the hall and entered the room.

The room was only about 8 by 8, and the ceilings around 9 feet. The room was
padded thickly in gray mats which were fastened to the floor, walls and even
the ceiling. We both looked around for a second and then looked at each other.
Stacy walked over and locked the door, and then turned towards me with a look
that went from pleasant to serious.

"I have to tell you, this fight is a long time coming. You have been acting
like a jerk lately, mainly because you could feel me tearing your fantasy of
being dominant away from you. We both know that I'm the tougher person here,
you're to weak to ever beat me. Even if you were stronger I would still win
because I have the inner desire and drive to beat you, while you are soft, and
honestly, kind of wimpy. Like Stacy said there are no rules here, and I'm
going to win, and you know it. Do you want to give up right now, I'll let
you?" Angie asked.

"I know your tough, but your crazy if you think I'm going to give up. I'm
prepared to fight you and take it very seriously. You tell me when you have
had enough, because I don't want to hurt you worse than I have to" I said,
knowing that inside I didn't even believe what I was saying.

"Fine, I'll say the same to you, when you've had enough, don't be a hero and
give up. I will keep beating you until you surrender. Let's do this" Angie
said getting into a good fighting stance.

We circled each other nervously, mostly because this was new to us, or at
least to me. Angie looked powerful, athletic, and sure of herself as she moved
around, while I was more awkward and nervous. Without any hesitation, Angie
attacked quickly, driving her shoulder into my stomach and smashing up against
the wall. I reached down and tried to wrap my arm around her, but to my
dismay, she picked me up and drove me hard into the wall again. Angie reached
up and grabbed my wrists, which were flailing around, and pinned them up
against the wall. She stood more upright and then pressed her body into mine,
so our chests and groins were touching. I was about 4 inches taller than
Angie, but right now we appeared to be the same height as she held me tight.

"I don't feel any need to rush through this Jeff. What I'm going to do is
slowly beat you, first proving that I'm stronger than you are, and then
wearing you down. Eventually your will to fight will be completely gone and
this will be over" Angie said softly, with her face only inches from mine. To
my surprise, she moved closer and kissed me hard, pressing my head against the
wall in almost like she was raping me. "I want you to try to move me Jeff. I
could hold you like this forever, but I'm just proving a point right now."

I tried to move my body, but I was completely pinned against the wall. Angie's
strength was greater than I had thought, and I realized that all she was doing
was demonstrating how much stronger than she was. I pushed and squirmed
frantically, but I couldn't budge her. Her muscles flexed were even more
impressive than before, and muscles popped out from her arms and shoulders.
Angie moved back a step and then rammed her body into mine, and then she did
it several times, causing intense pain in my chest. Angie then, after taking a
step back, grabbed my right arm with two hands and threw me across the room,
where I crashed into the wall head first. My head was spinning when I stood up
only to have Angie grab again and toss me into the other wall, where I hit my
back and fell to the ground.

My find was in a fog, but I lifted my head to see where Angie was. Angie was
standing where he was before, looking over at me and shaking her head. She
looked awesome standing there. Her upper body had grown exceptionally strong,
which only made her already impressive legs look even more muscular than ever.
I realized sitting there looking at her that I couldn't take her, she was not
only tougher than me, but she was also stronger now. I just couldn't bring
myself to admit defeat, I had to keep trying. I got up and tried to shake the
cobwebs from my head.

"This is a lot of fun tossing you around like this, it's actually more fun
than I had imagined, at least for me. I know you won't give up, one thing you
do have is pride, I do like that about you honey. I've been thinking about
exactly how to beat you, and several ways have crossed my mind. I could just
walk over and beat the shit out of you, but that would be to easy for me. So I
think I've decided to start by simply overpowering you, and showing you how
much stronger I am. How about we play a little mercy, you know that game don't
you? That shouldn't hurt to much" Angie said walking over to me and putting
her arms up to play.

I was so confused at this point that I didn't know what else to do but to
accept her challenge. We came together almost in the middle of the room and
locked hands together about shoulder high. Without anything being said we both
started pushing. I began to feel a little more confident as I was holding my
own against her, although I was struggling to do so. Angie looked happy that I
was giving her a good match, but then slowly started to increase her pressure.
As my hands and wrists began to weaken from exhaustion, I began to be pushed
back, and a few moments later, I dropped to my knees. Angie pushed harder and
began to bend my wrists back to the point I thought they would snap.

"Say the magic words honey, then I'll stop" she demanded.

"Mercy, please stop" I begged, pleading for her to release me.

"Stand up Jeff" Angie demanded, "let's try a little boxing. I know you want to
hit me, you said you did, so get your hands up."

Angie and I were standing only a few feet away from each other, and I could
see opportunity to strike. I quickly shot a right jab, which landed perfectly
on her chin, stunning her and knocking her back a step. To my disappointment,
she only smiled and came right back at me. We exchanged a series of punches,
both of us blocking most of them, although a few did land. Like before, I
started to grow weary, and just like before, Angie only seemed to become
stronger and more determined. Angie threw a right jab that found its target on
my chin, and she followed that up with a left hook to my stomach. Her stamina,
strength, and overall athleticism were to much for me to keep up with, and she
landed several more shots to my face and stomach before I fell backward and
collapsed.

"You did pretty well honey, I've got to give you credit, I didn't think you
had the energy to go that long. I know that I've won, but I don't think you're
beaten enough yet, you need a little more. At this point we both know a couple
of things, one is that in a physical confrontation, I would win, and second
just physically speaking, I'm stronger, faster, and just a better athlete. So
we both know that I'm dominant, but I think you really need to feel the
domination to a fuller extent, so take your clothes off" Angie demanded
looking down at me.

I looked up at her, and in a rage launched my self at her, knocking her over,
and sending us both sprawling backwards. In a flash, Angie jumped on my back
and forced me to the floor on my stomach. She wrapped her arms around my neck
and then locked her hands together, putting me in a perfect full nelson. She
pulled back hard, causing pain to shoot from my neck right down my back, and
forcing my face into the padding on the floor. She held me there for several
minutes, crushing and grinding the energy from my body, and then somehow
keeping the hold, started to sit me up. She sat behind me and locked her legs
around my body and used her powerful legs to further her hold by crushing my
midsection. I was completely immobilized and any fight I had left in me was
almost gone from her body crushing mine. The pain became so great I could feel
tears running down my face and I began to moan in pain and stared pleading
with her to stop. Angie greeted my plea by turning up the pressure and then
when she knew I was done and ready to almost pass out, she let me go. As I was
lying there, she pulled off my clothes so I was lying there naked on the
floor, and then she took off hers.

Angie flipped me on my back, and then reached up and grabbed my arms pinning
them to the floor. She then wrapped her legs around mine in a grapevine hold
and started painfully pulling my legs apart. Now in total domination, she
lowered herself onto to me and started fucking me, but it all reality it was a
rape. The pain and pleasure of the event caused me to orgasm after only a few
minutes, but my beating was not over yet. Angela moved up my chest and then
planted herself on my face, rubbing herself all over my face.

"I want you to lick me now Jeff, and do it good. Don't worry about your sperm,
just lick that too" she demanded as she held me down. I had no choice but to
obey her commands and she held me there for a long time pleasuring her over
and over. In what felt like hours later moved herself off my face, but before
standing up, she slapped me hard across the face several times. She dropped
down heavily on my chest and pinned my arms with her knees against my sides.
She looked at me smiled, then suddenly got up and left the room. I don't know
how long she was gone for, it could have been minutes or hours, I was in a
complete daze and simply stayed where I was, trying to deal with my physical
pain I was in.

Angie walked in and approached with rapidly. I looked up at her and to my
horror, saw she was wearing a strap on dildo. She grabbed my arm and twisted
it, forcing me to roll over on my stomach. She then grabbed my arms and pinned
them forcefully to my sides. I could feel her moving up to insert her toy and
I tried desperately to move.

"This is your last pain honey. After this we will talk and it will be over.
This will be my final display of complete domination. Don't move around, or I
will hurt you worse than before, just take it in. I think you will enjoy it"
she said in my ear and she started to thrust forward. The dildo, which had
already been oiled up, was forcefully inserted inside me. Angie bucked
forcefully on my back enjoying this feeling of domination as I lay there,
tears in my eyes waiting for it to end. Angie thrust herself into me for a
long time before she finally stopped her rape, and she pulled the dildo out of
me. Angie turned me over right away and sat on my chest.

"Tell me Jeff, did you like that? I really did, we'll have to do that again
soon. I talked to Stacy and said there's no need to see her again, I think we
have settled our differences now. I am in charge, you are not, I play the
dominant role in our marriage not you. We will live our lives as we always
have, but the question of final authority has been answered, I don't want to
have to hurt you again. I know you're confused so you don't need to say
anything, let's get our things and go" she said, standing up and reaching her
muscular arm out to help me up.

We walked out and grabbed our belongings and walked to our car. I saw Stacy
waving to us smiling from her office window. We started driving and Angie
started making small talk and she reached over and held my hand. I noticed
that as we continued to drive, my mood changed and I started to feel happy. We
actually started laughing and joking around together as we drove, however I
noticed another thing had changed. As we talked I found myself agreeing with
everything she was saying, no matter what the topic, and I realized that this
is what my role was now that we had discovered the Alpha Wolf.