Training Camp for Defeat of Rapists  I 
By Counselor
Female staff trained to defend against rape and also to rape.


This interesting story was told to me by another counselor. She is "Jessie" in
the story although that is not her real name. She changed all of the other
names to preserve confidentially.

"Women will never, never, never really be out from under the domination of
men. It is a physical thing. Men are bigger and stronger. I don't like it; you
don't like it, but it's a fact. Husbands beat wives. Men rape women. I have
seen cases in my practice that would make you cry. As long as we women worry
about being beaten up or raped, we will never feel equal to men." The older of
the two women sighed. Then she continued, "Alice, face it. That's just the way
things are."

Alice Revelle, a tall, green-eyed blonde with long straight hair, looked
younger than her thirty years. She leaned forward intensely, "Jessie, you
still don't understand. I will train women so that they can't be beaten or
raped. I will teach them to fight. Then their husbands will be afraid to try
to bully them. Men are vulnerable, you know. They should be the ones to be
afraid."

"Alice, you are a romantic."

"Maybe so, but a well trained woman shouldn't fear any man. My Aunt Hulda
asked me to take over her summer camp. That is my chance to teach young woman
how to live in the modern world, equal to men. In fact, I'll teach them how to
be more than equal. Then I will teach men how to accept women as equals and
even as superiors. Oh, Jessie, it can be done; I know it can."

"Dream on. Dream on."

"Jessie, I have been waiting to tell you. It is all set. This summer I am
going to run a camp dedicated to teaching woman to protect themselves against
men. I already have ninety-six girls signed up ages 15 through 18. I have not
changed the name of the camp. It is still called Chi-Wapetie. Here is my
brochure."

Jessie read, "'Learn to be a woman of the 21st Century. You can be strong and
self reliant. Think that men always hold the upper hand? At Chi-Wapetie we
learn differently.' Alice, Alice, what are you going to teach these girls."

"I am going to teach them that women can be strong and self reliant and that
they do not need to take second place to any man. I will show them that men
are vulnerable. I will teach them how to get over their inhibitions and hold
their own against an attack by a man. Here is what everyone has to learn by
heart." Alice held up a piece of paper.

Jessie read,

"I am strong and independent.

"I have outgrown the myth that women are weak.

"My mind is alert, my body well trained.

"I fear no man, for, I know my strengths and his weaknesses.

"I am the new woman."

"Alice, you shouldn't give that to young women. You will make them
overconfident."

"Not overconfident, self confident."

"Are you going to teach these young women to be violent?"

"No. I'm not teaching them to be violent. I am only teaching them to hold
their own against men. I am trying to level the playing field that has been
tilted to men for thousands of years."

"Alice, most young women don't really care until it is to late."

"Yes they do. I have already begun to train the counselors. After lunch we
will go to the gym where I am training the leaders for the camp. They have a
session this afternoon."

"Jessie, this is Jean. She was my first recruit and has been working with me
for six months. She is helping to train the others. Jean, tell Jessie what we
are all learning together."

"Men have been allowed to get away with violence against women for thousands
of years. We are learning to put an end to that. We are creating a new world
where all will be equal."

"How?"

"First we get confidence in ourselves in our minds and in our bodies. We train
hard physically and mentally. We believe in hard bodies and alert,
self-confident minds. We learn to fight. We already know more about fighting
that ninety-nine percent of men. Our goal is to know more than one hundred
percent.

"Second, we learn about men's vulnerabilities. Men are the more vulnerable
sex. We learn their psychology and how to turn their egos against them. We
practice against their physical vulnerabilities."

"What does that mean, "physical vulnerabilities?"

"Their testicles."

"I shouldn't have asked," Jessie muttered, but then she continued, "Jean,
aren't you afraid of hurting a man?"

"No. I wouldn't hurt him unless he tried to hurt me."

Seeing Jessie's discomfort, Alice intervened. "Jessie, we'll have Jean
demonstrate. Alegra, come over here." A tall black haired girl with strikingly
deep blue eyes broke from the group that was sitting in a circle apparently
learning a new technique. "Alegra, show Jessie your man's outfit and then put
it on and attack Jean."

Alegra disappeared and returned in a few moments with a pair of skin colored
briefs which covered a harness to which was attached a replica of male
genitalia. Small metal canisters were attached to the side of the belt that
held all in place. The genitalia extended through an opening in the briefs.

"You see," Alice said, "Alegra will put on these. She will then attack Jean.
Her goal is to stick her penis into this inlet in these specially made spandex
pants that Jean will wear." She demonstrated a pair of spandex shorts that
would stretch from waist to mid-thigh. A pocket in the crotch area was built
in. "It is just like putting a penis into a vagina, she continued. "See, she
can make the penis firm, just as it would be in an aroused man." With that she
manipulated a small switch on the harness and the flaccid penis hardened and
straightened out. "I That's her 'hard on,'" she laughed.

Alice continued. "The air pressure comes from this little cylinder in the
harness. Now see, the penis can swing upward, but not down. If Alegra gets her
penis in, she has only completed half the task. She then has to keep the penis
in and perform 20 thrusts to get credit for raping Jean. Jean's goal is to
subdue her. The easiest way is to go for her testicles. I'll show you how they
work in a minute. If Jean hits or squeezes them then we know that the man
would be incapacitated."

"Alice," Jessie said, "I'm sympathetic, but I don't think I like this."

"Let me show you how the testicles work. Here, squeeze these balls." Jessie
made a face. "OK. I'll do it." Alice took the balls in her hand and squeezed.
There was a momentary high-pitched sound and the extended penis went
completely limp. "See. When you squeeze the balls, you hear a noise and the
penis deflates. That way you are sure you have had a good hit or a hard
squeeze. Pulling hard will do the same thing. Then when you blow it up, it is
as good as new." The usually perceptive Alice was so carried away with the
invention that only now did she notice the look of distress on Jessie's face.

"I'm sorry, Jessie. I was a little squeamish at first too, but we have to get
over those feelings if we are going to be equal to men. You told me yourself
that as long as men could beat up women and could rape them, we women would
never be their equal."

"I know. I know. But I'm uncomfortable all the same. Maybe I will get used to
it, but I don't know."

"I have the girls spend some time holding and squeezing the balls so that they
will get used to doing it. Pretty soon they feel comfortable holding testicles
that are about as close as you can get to the real thing. You being a doctor
should understand that. And over here we have a manikin with the same type of
genitals. The girls can practice grabbing them or hitting them with a knee or
foot. Watch." With that Alice raised her knee sharply into the groin of the
manikin. There was the short sound and the erect penis went limp. "He couldn't
rape anyone with that," Alice noted wryly.

"Now see how the girls do in practice and then you can decide what you think.
Alegra, try to rape Jean. Jean, go for her testicles. We'll show Jessie how
our system works."

They put on their gear. Alegra, after fixing the switch that hardened her
penis, came up behind Jean and, catching her around the waist, lifted her and
threw her to the ground. They tussled for a few moments, Alegra trying to
mount Jean and Jean trying to get to Alegra's crotch. Suddenly Jean pushed
Alegra off balance; her hand darted between Alegra's legs. The fight was over.

"You see. You see." said Alice excitedly. "If Alegra were a man, she would be
totally incapacitated. That is how we are training these girls."

"Alice, I'm impressed, but these girls are not men. How do you know it will
work against real men?"

"I know our girls. They can fight as well as the average man. It will be no
different when they fight actual men. Besides when they play the role of a
man, they are learning rape from the man's point of view. They will be able to
out-think men. When my girls are ready, we will test them against men. But
wait. You have to see how it works when Jean is the man and Alegra is the
woman. OK, girls. Lets try again with Jean playing the man. This week they are
still doing it 'naked.' Next week the women will be in skirts and panties and
the 'men' in shorts; for now they are training with nothing covering the
artificial genitals."

A few minutes later Jean and Alegra were facing each other, the erect penis
looking incongruous on an otherwise good looking young woman. Jean moved
forward grasping Alegra's shoulders. Alegra let her get close and then brought
up her knee. Jessie could see the blow coming and saw Jean turn and try to
draw away. Suddenly she bent forward lowering her hands towards her crotch as
if hurt. As Jean bent forward, Alegera straightened. At that moment, Jean
grasped her around the thighs, and threw her to the ground. Forcing Alegra's
legs apart with her body, Jean reached down and quickly manipulated the penis
into the vagina. Jessica felt as if her heart were in her mouth. She was
totally mesmerized as saw Jean's hips rise and fall rhythmically. She had
never seen a rape and never imagined seeing a woman doing anything like this.
She did not know whether to cheer for Jean or to cry out for Alegra. In a few,
what seemed like very long moments, it was over. Jean stood up and raised her
arms in a sign of triumph.

Alice said crossly, "Alegra, Alegra. You were not on your guard. You let Jean
trick you. Listen, all of you. You have to outthink the man. Alegra thought
she kneed Jean's testicles. That moment of relaxation was fatal. She was
raped. We're just lucky this was in practice. I have to add one thing, though.
No man is going to be smart enough to do what Jean did, fake being hit in the
balls. But from now on before you relax and think you have won, be sure, be
sure, be sure."

Alice turned to Jessie and said quietly, "That was a good demonstration.
Alegra is smart. Few of the girls other than Jean could have fooled her and
then thrown her down that quickly. It will be a good lesson for all of them.
Jean is a better rapist than almost any man; pretty soon the rest will be
also. They will certainly have had more practice. There will not be a trick or
a technique that they don't know."

Jessie was still trying to master her churning emotions. "Alice, I am as much
a feminist as anyone. I have to admit I love to see these young women able to
hold their own with men, but I have always fought against male violence. How
can I condone female violence?"

"Look, Jessie. These girls know how to rape like a man, but they are not going
to be actually raping anyone. They will be defending themselves. What is
important is that they will be defending themselves effectively. They will be
winning instead of loosing. Don't you see? Jessie, I want your support."

"You have it, but be careful. There are some awfully strong men out there.
Besides, I think forty thrusts would be more realistic than twenty."

"Jessie, I knew you would help me, but I think twenty is enough for our
training."

"Jessie, you have to come over Wednesday. We are having our first test with a
man. He is Jim Clancy. You know him. He has agreed to be our guinea pig."

"How is this going to work."

"Just like it has. He will wear the same simulation outfit our girls wear when
they are playing the man's role. Underneath he will have a plastic protector
so that he won't get really hurt. Since you were here before, the 'girls' have
been in skirts and panties and the 'men' in shorts. That is more realistic."

Jessie watched with a combination of fascination and unease as Jim Clancy
warmed up. Alice had picked Edith as his first opponent.

"All right, girls. You have been training to protect yourselves. Edith will be
the first to try what you have learned against a real man. Jim Clancy has
agreed to be our guinea pig. Not many men would be willing to be here. Let's
give him a hand." After the clapping died away, Alice went on, "Jim. You are
today's rapist. Remember that. You want that kind of sex more than anything in
the world. Go at Edith as if you mean it. Your job is to get your penis in her
vagina and hump her twenty times. Are you ready?"

"OK."

"Ready, Edith?"

"Yes."

Jessie was transfixed. She had already noticed Edith, a young woman about 5
feet 8 inches with the golden blonde hair, probably the only real beauty among
the group. Jim Clancy approached her with caution, his right hand out and his
left low to protect his "balls." She backed away. He tried to crowd her. but
she again slipped away. Then she stumbled slightly. He was able to get his
arms around her lower chest and slide around behind her. He tightened his
arms. "Oh," she groaned sagging against him as if hurt. He tried to hold her
to keep her from sliding to the mat. Alarmed that he had injured her, he
loosened his grip and tried to get a better purchase. Suddenly she came alive;
she reached between her legs, locked both her hands behind his right knee and
pulled it up. At the same time she leaned backward, letting her whole weight
fall on the upper part of his leg pushing it down while she pulled up on the
lower part. As he went down, she reached back between her legs easily finding
his false testicles. One hard squeeze and she had won.

"Good work, Edith." Alice's voice betrayed her pleasure. Quickly she added,
"Jim you did well, too. It is very difficult to rape a trained woman,
especially a trained woman who can play on your idea that women are weak and
likely to faint. You were tricked. Now shake hands then go and get yourselves
fixed up. Nanette is next." Jim forced himself to look into Edith's beautiful
light blue eyes as they shook hands, and to hold his gaze until she turned
away.

Jessie watched as the stocky Nanette next faced Jim. He looked still fresh.
After all he had actually been struggling for less than two minutes. Jim made
a sudden feint. Nanette jumped back. Then there was another feint and another
withdrawal followed by a third. On the fourth effort, Jim judged her move
correctly, threw himself against her, got his heel behind hers and tripped
her. Nanette fell on her back. She rolled on her side drawing up her knees as
Jim tried to force her back. She rolled further gathering her knees under her.
Jim held on, his arms around her abdomen. Quickly he shifted, grabbing her
panties and pulling them down around her thighs. He next repositioned himself
to try to roll her on her back. She twisted, her right hand reaching for his
testicles. He loosened his hold to protect himself and she broke free. Now,
they battled away both on their knees. Nanette ducked and threw both arms
around Jim's left upper leg, her hands trying to get to his testicles. He
thrashed, but it was too late. Her hands found what she was seeking.

"Good Nanette. You gave her a fight, Jim. It is a good thing she was well
trained. Shake hands. Get your breath. Alegra is next."

The slim, dark haired Alegra with the deep blue eyes backed away as Jim
advanced as before with his left hand low to protect his genitals. He made a
grab for her with his right hand, but she retreated. He tried again. Again she
eluded him. He pursued her around the mat getting more aggressive as she
retreated ever more rapidly. Then one of his reaches threw him momentarily off
balance. That was enough for Alegra; she grabbed his right wrist and hand with
both of her hands, pulling forward and twisting. At the same time she stepped
to the side and behind him pushing his wrist upwards between his shoulder
blades. As soon as she reached that position, she tripped him from behind so
that he fell with her on top holding him in a hammerlock. He lay prone and
helpless as she sat on the small of his back in complete control. He
struggled, but she only increased the pressure; it was hopeless.

Alice moved closer. "It's over. Let him up, Alegra." Jim got slowly to his
feet. His face was red, the color of a beet. He had thought that one or more
of the girls might get to these silly fake "balls," but that he would be
beaten by a girl without such tactics had never occurred to him.

"Shake hands." Alegra put out her hand. Sheepishly Jim took it, noting its
thinness. He looked straight into her deep blue eyes. He could get lost in
those eyes. Alice went on. "Ok, Jim, you are a good sport. Alegra, I am proud
of you. Don't feel bad, Jim. These girls are well trained. Take a few minutes
rest and then see what you can do with Jackie."

Jessie was perspiring. She could hardly believe what she had seen. Jim Clancy
looked like a normal man, about 6 feet she guessed, probably at least two
inches taller than Alegra. Yet, the fight had lasted no more than a minute and
a half. Everything had gone as Alice had said. Jim looked strong; still, she
told herself, other men were larger and stronger.

Jacquline, of all the girls, looked as if she were made for fighting. She was
tall, Jessie guessed just under six feet, muscular and solid; moreover, she
moved with the grace of an exceptionally well-coordinated athlete. Jessie
imagined that she might make short work of Mr. Clancy. She was right. It was
Jackie who attacked. She closed in, neatly executed an arm throw and before he
could protect himself, caught his testicles.

"Jim, I should have warned you about Jackie. She is really tough. Now shake
hands."

Jim grasped Jacquline's broad hand and murmured. "Congratulations. You are
very good."

Susan with the brown hair in bangs was next. She was the smallest and
slightest of the five, standing only five feet three and weighing under one
hundred ten pounds. Alice had picked Susan in order to give Jim a chance for
victory. During his rest period, Jim told himself that he could not fall for
any more ruses. These young women were exceptionally well trained and he had
the great disadvantage of having to simulate a rape. All they had to do was to
escape him until they could reach his balls. That first one hardly counted. He
had not known what to expect. He would have to be careful and match his
strength against this girl. It should not be that difficult.

His first move was a feint. It proved to be his last. Instead of retreating,
Susan stepped forward with a swinging kick squarely into his groin.

"Good for you, Susan. Jim, you were caught off guard. Shake hands." Jim took
her petite hand in his. Shamed to have been beaten by such a small girl, he
could not look her in the eye.

"Now let's all give Jim a great hand and thank him for coming and really
giving us his all. He is a good sport. Very few men would have the
self-confidence to come here. He is a real man, a man who has helped us
realize that a well-trained woman can hold her own against a rapist. I want
each of you to shake his hand and thank him personally."

When Jim was finished, Alice called him over to her and Jessie. "Jim. I can't
thank you enough. It was wonderful. You know even these girls lack
self-confidence until they see that they can perform against a man as well as
against each other. I've got to recruit some other men. Would you come back
and have a go with some of the other girls. I know we would all appreciate
it."

Jim was quiet for several moments. Then he said, "Look, Alice, we are old
friends, but I am not used to this. I lost to five girls in a row. I didn't
even get my pants off. I can't believe it. It is almost more than I can take.
Don't tell me it's a new day. I know it is, but maybe I am not ready for it."
He put his head in his hands.

"Jim, you are wonderful. It takes a man of self-confidence to do what you did.
Besides," Alice added, "If you been successful, all of my work and all of the
training of these girls would have been wasted. They have been working for
months to do just what they did. You would not want me to be discouraged,
would you?"

Jim laughed. "Alice, you are something else. Seriously, I never realized what
an advantage the woman has. If all women were trained, rape should be a thing
of the past. In this battle, it is better to defend than attack."

"Hmmm. How about a week from Wednesday? Maybe, you'll even get a chance to
defend. Who knows?"

"I wasn't really serious. We'll see."

"I'll call you. Come on, Jim. You're brightening up now."

After Jim left, Jessie said, "Alice, I take back everything I said. Today was
the most exciting of my life. It was hard on Jim though. Do you think he will
be back?"

"He'll be back. I know Jim and I know men. He wants to prove he can beat at
least one of girls. I'll give him a chance to defend, too. That will be
exciting."

"Alice, be careful."

"Now, now, Jessie. I know Jim and I know my girls."

Jim showed up on Wednesday just as Alice had predicted. Four girls in a row
crushed his artificial testicles. He came closest to raping Sallie. He had her
flat on her back with both her panties and his shorts off, but as he tried to
mount she managed to kick her shin into his groin hard enough to do the trick.

"Jim, as you said the other day, it is easier to defend than to attack. You
have been a good sport about attacking, now we should give you a chance to
defend. It's just the opposite of what you have been doing. You put on these
spandex pants with this vagina sewn in and then put these panties over them.
OK? You can wear the skirt if you want to or leave it off."

"OK. I understand, but I'm happy just to attack again. Don't your counselors
need more practice in defending."

"Oh, give it a try. See it from a woman's point of view."

Jessie could tell that Jim was reluctant, but he said, "Ok. I'll give it a
try."

"Here squeeze these balls just to see how it feels and how hard you have to do
it." Jim held the balls, but did not squeeze. "I'll do it in the fight if I
have to."

"OK. Do you want someone easy or someone that will give you a tussle?"

"I'll take the tussle."

"OK. Jackie, Jackie, come over here. Are you game to see if you can rape Jim?"

Jacquline looked first at Alice and then at Jim. She shrugged. "Sure."

Jim disappeared into the bathroom and took off his pants, his briefs and the
cup that had been protecting his real genitals. He pulled on the spandex pants
with the built in vagina that Alice had given him noting that, although made
for a woman, the flat part between the legs enclosed his maleness tightly and
completely like a very tight jock strap. Then, feeling a bit foolish, he
covered the his outfit with the pair of woman's panties. He put on the skirt,
took it off and put it on again. He tried moving quickly; since it did not
hamper him, he left it on.

Outside he watched as Jackie covered the male genitalia with a pair of shorts.
He could see a bulge in her shorts and wondered what he had got himself into.
He wished he were facing one of the other girls.

Alice had them shake hands. "It's all just practice, just a game, you know."
Jim and Jackie backed off. He watched Jackie's crotch ready to go for it. He
brought up his knee as she advanced, but she twisted left, raising her right
leg so that it covered her groin and his knee hit her thigh. She had his arm
now and twisted it. Sliding her ankle behind his, she brought him to the floor
as he rolled so that he way lying prone. She was now on top, controlling him
with her hold on his arm. He tried to raise himself on his hands and knees. He
got about half way up when she shifted her weight sending him back to the
floor. Twice more he tried with the same results. It was obvious even to Jim
that she was the stronger and was handling him easily.

"She's tiring him." Alice whispered to Jessie.

Suddenly Jacquline released her hold; reaching under his skirt, she grasped
the top of his panties and shifting her position pulled them towards his feet.
He tried to stop her, but with a sudden upward pull, they came off. She stood
up, twirling them around her head and threw them aside. She stepped back and
while Jim was climbing to his feet, loosed her shorts and stepped free of
them. As she came at him, Jim's eyes riveted on the simulated male penis
pointing straight at him. Momentarily he backed away, a churning in his belly.
He stifled an urge to run, but tried his best to elude her. When Jackie caught
him, he brought up his knee aiming at her now visible balls. Easily she again
blocked his knee with her thigh, turned, caught him around the waist, lifted
him and threw him to the ground. He rolled prone, resisting her efforts to
turn him. Alice and Jessie watched transfixed. Jim was fighting, twisting,
desperately trying to get away. "It is the traditional role of the woman,"
Jessie thought to herself. Then she sucked in her breath as Jacquline locked
her arms around his upper thigh and lifting him plopped him on his back
throwing herself on top. With her right hand she grasped his throat shutting
off his air and forcing his chin upward. Jim grabbed her wrist with both hands
resisting her pressure so that he could breathe. Meanwhile her left hand
guided the penis into his "vagina." Thrust! Thrust!

Twenty thrusts was all she needed, but Jackie gave him two extra "just in
case" as she said later she had miscounted. The gym was perfectly still. Each
pair of eyes followed all twenty-two thrusts. Jessie was torn inside. There
was the exhilaration of seeing a woman dominate a man in a sexual way even if
only simulated. On the other hand, she could not help identifying with Jim,
the victim of this "sexual assault."

Even Alice was ashen and slower than normal to respond. "Jackie has raped him.
Good work, Jackie. Jim, are you all right. You could use some of our lessons."
Jim, rolled onto his front and lay there for a minute. Jackie's thrusts had
evoked a strange feeling different from anything he had ever experienced.
Never before had he been forcibly held by a woman who thrust against him in a
sexual way. He felt shamed and empty, yet there was a yearning to continue the
fight even if it meant more of the same. Slowly he pulled himself together and
climbed to his feet, pulling down his skirt. "Good work, both of you. Jim,
take a long rest. Jackie and Jim, don't forget to shake hands." Jim moved
directly in front of Jackie and put out his hand. Their eyes met and he forced
himself not to look away.

Jackie gripped his hand and looked deeply into his eyes. It was a totally new
experience for her too. She had "raped" some of the girls, but this was
different. This was a man, a man who had resisted her with all his strength
and then suddenly she had had her way with him. She was exhilarated. She
walked over, picked up the panties and handed them to him.

"All right, girls. Get back to your practice. Jim, come over and talk to me
and Jessie." As everything settled down, Alice continued, "Jim, you are really
a great sport. Maybe I should not have given you such a challenge. Jackie is
our best raper. She can get a little rough."

"I thought she was going to strangle me."

"Oh, Jackie goes after what she wants, but she would not have gone that far."

Jim sat for a few minutes without saying anything. Then, "This has been a blow
to my ego. I have to admit that. I didn't win once. I just can't believe it."

"You can try to defend again, someone not so tough this time. That is if you
are ready for number two."

"Who?"

"Anyone you want."

Jim was silent. "I don't really want to, but I'll always be ashamed of myself
if I don't try it again."

"Susan is small and not very strong and Alegra is a bit better than average. I
thought you might have a go with Alegra first and then Susan, but if you want
you can skip Alegra and try Susan."

"Alice, I wish you had just let me go ahead. I have to take on someone who is
good. It's a macho thing, I guess. I am ready for Alegra."

Alice smiled, "That will be a good match. Alegra just got lucky with you. You
didn't rape her, but that doesn't mean that she can rape you. Put on your
panties and then rest up for a few minutes and then I will call Alegra."

As Jim moved off, Alice turned and whispered excitedly, "Jessie, Jackie was
great. Jean’s raping him will do wonders for the girl’s morale. Now they know
they women can really be the equal of a man. Alegra isn't all that good a
raper. She is smart, though. If she can do it, most of the girls will think
they can too. This is just the start, but what a start. Come on Alegra," she
added under her breath, "I am counting on you."

Jim watched Alegra laughing with some of the other girls. She was a slim
graceful girl. He doubted that she weighed more than 135 pounds. All he had to
do was to keep her from raping him. He should be able to do that. Forget about
her balls. She would be expecting that. She had beaten him without touching
his balls; it would be nice to return that compliment. The chance to get to
her balls would come if it came. "Just don't let her rape you," he told
himself and added, "Don't forget she's good and beat you once. Be careful."

"Alegra, Jim has picked you to try to rape him. What about it?"

Alegra looked at Jim. "Sure. Why not? I never thought that a man would have to
worry about me raping him. It will be cool." She gave Jim a coy smile. He did
his best to smile back.

Jim was ready. He watched Alegra put on shorts over her gear. The prick looked
strange on this feminine looking young lady. Then it was covered. He could not
see the bulge under her baggy pants, but he knew it was there. He imagined it
entering the pocket and the thrusting. He imagined her weight and her thrusts,
just like Jackie. No, this was ridiculous; he would fight and this time he
would win. She turned and asked for some rope to tie up her shorts and then
she too was ready.

"Shake hands and remember this is just a game. Both of you will learn. Both of
you will gain from the experience. For the second time Jim gripped Allegra's
slim hand and gazed into the surprising blue eyes.

Then they backed off, eyeing each other. Alegra smiled and then moved forward.
Jim waited, ready; he would not go for her genitals, not yet. They closed like
two wrestlers, their arms coming together, testing. Suddenly Alegra made her
move. She slipped her arm around Jim's neck, turned her buttox into him and
bending forward on one knee threw him over her. It was not a clean throw; she
brought Jim to the ground, but it was slow enough that he could reach for her
balls. Alegra broke her grip and pushed him away so that his hand missed
contact. They both scrambled to their feet. "Good move. You almost got me,"
she said.

"Thanks."

Again they closed. Jim tried to slip an arm around Alegra's neck, but she
eluded him and countered with an arm throw which brought him to the mat on his
back. Desperately Jim tried to roll over to the left and pull up his knees.
Alegra did not try to stop him but slid her legs around him. As he continued
his roll to the prone position, she used both hands to catch his left wrist
which was out by itself and with the strength of both her arms forced it
upwards between his shoulder blades. Now she had him with her legs locked
around his middle and his left wrist twisted behind his back in a hammerlock.
She straightened her legs and pushed his wrist up higher.

Feeling the pain and the pressure, Jim's only thought was how to get to her
balls as quickly as possible. He reached over his back with his free right
hand trying to find the spot where her crotch must be. Holding Jim's left
wrist with her left hand, Alegra caught his right wrist with her right hand.
The leverage was all hers. She forced his wrist upwards so that now both of
Jim's captured arms were imprisoned between his shoulder blades. By now Jim
was thinking clearly even though totally helpless, "I made a mistake," he told
himself. "But I won’t let her rape me."

Alegra loosed her scissors hold, and pulled her legs free. She then sat on the
small of his back keeping her hold on both wrists. After a moment's thought,
she moved her right knee along side his right elbow and her left knee over his
right wrist. She then loosed her right hand and seeing that his right wrist
was still safely trapped by her knee, she used her free hand to loosen her
shorts and slide them down. She then let go of his left wrist and, using what
appeared to be contortionist tricks, she removed her shorts completely. She
then pulled up his skirt and manipulating his wrist and elbow forced him first
on his side and then on his back. Finally she was lying on top of him, her
right hand, reaching over his left shoulder, held his right wrist painfully
between his shoulder blades. His skirt was totally up over his hips, exposing
his panties.

She forced first one knee and then the other between his legs, keeping down
his resistance by occasional jerks upward on his wrist that sent pain shooting
through his shoulder. When she was in position with her legs between his, he
felt her hips rise and then her hand pushing aside the crotch of his panties.
He had not thought of her getting in without removing his panties. "On shit!"
he said to himself. Her fingers probed for the entry to his vagina that lay
right over the upper part of his penis which was constricted by his panties.
Then he felt her penis pressing against his penis as it slid into the vagina.
As her penis moved, it rubbed against his and pulled the crotch of the briefs
tight against his genitalia. Alice had never planned that a man would be
"raped," or thought how every thrust of his opponent might stimulate his most
sensitive sex organ.

Slowly Alegra settled down again, wriggling her hips from side to side as she
did with a predictable effect on Jim. His arms were hurting, but that did not
stop him from smelling her sweet breath and feeling her simulated penis
pressing against his real one. She nestled her head next to his and whispered
in his ear, "It's just a game. Relax." Strangely Jim did relax; there was
nothing else to do.

She blew in his ear. With that stimulation he seemed to come alive. He could
feel everything, could hear her breathing, could smell her breath. The
remaining discomfort in his arms faded from his consciousness.

"Ah," he heard her whisper softly as he felt the first thrust of her "penis"
against the root of his, pressing down the spot where his penis met his
pelvis. Her pelvis pressed against his. Two, three, four. His hips began to
rise and fall, matching her slow rhythm. "Oh," she whispered, then "Yes." Jim
was aware to his own amazement that he was aroused and that his body was
responding as if it had a mind of its own. The fact that his penis, held
tightly by the panties, could not harden into an erection did not stop his
arousal.

Alice had stopped breathing. She sat mesmerized. Jim was actually cooperating.
Alegra had conquered, far beyond Alice's imaginings. She was in control of not
just of his body, but of all of him.

Jim lost count. His hips rose once after Alegra had stopped. She arched her
back raising her head and her legs, thus bringing her full weight on his
aroused penis pushing his hips back into the mat. She held her position for a
few brief seconds, gazing down at him. She smiled, this time a hungry,
sexually aroused smile. Jim wondered if he might ejaculate.

Then she stood up, pushing back her hair. Jim could not take his eyes off the
slim young woman with the erect "penis" which she had just forced into "my
vagina," as he thought to himself. He pulled down his skirt, sat up and
hooking his thumbs under the waist of the skirt tried to straighten out his
panties. Slowly he got to his feet. He noted how quiet the gym was. All eyes
seemed on him and Alegra. He was glad that the tightness of the briefs
precluded an erection that would have been obvious to all. He tried to keep
from looking at Alegra's still erect penis, but it was difficult.

Alegra extended her right hand, looking steadily into his eyes. She gave him
an almost shy but coy smile and shrugged her shoulders just as she had when
she had agreed to have a round with him. The she stepped forward to give him a
kiss on the cheek, but her erect penis bumped into his thigh. "Oops," she said
squeezing her balls so that the penis became limp. "I need more practice with
this thing." Then she gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. Embarrassed even
though he was still stimulated from their encounter, he returned the hug and
the kiss.

"Well, I see there are no hard feelings." It was Alice a bit slower than
usual. "Good work, Alegra. Notice, girls how effective she was in keeping a
hammerlock while rolling him on to his back. I doubt if she could have raped
him without that. Jim, you were great. I thought several times that you might
win. Congratulations to both of you on an excellent demonstration."

"Jim, sit here and rest a minute." Jim was a bit disoriented; everything was
unreal. There was Alegra talking and laughing with several of the girls. She
had taken off her T-shirt and was wearing only a halter top and her briefs
with the now limp penis. From where he sat it looked real. His whole world was
turned upside down. She had blown in his ear. The look on her face and the
thrust of her pelvis against his told him that she had enjoyed it and he had
to admit it -- so had he. She could fuck him again if she wanted. He could
almost still smell her breath. She had whispered, "Yes." What did she think of
him? Maybe not much, but she had given him a kiss. She hadn't needed to do
that.

"A penny for your thoughts, Jim." He blushed crimson. "Oops. Sorry. I didn't
mean to intrude."

"Oh, Alice. That's all right. I was just thinking...just trying to make some
sense out of it all. I mean I can't believe it. You know I did my best, but
there I was. It was strange, very strange. I wonder what to think about it.
What do you think? What do your girls think? What do I think?"

"Was it so bad?"

"No. No, it wasn't bad. It was just strange. It was like a dream. It still is.
Look at Alegra over there still wearing that outfit and look at me. Somehow, I
am afraid that if I wake up I will have to think about too much. Maybe it's
the same with her. I am not making any sense."

Alice leaned over and kissed him. "Jim, you are the greatest man I know. You
are learning what the world can be like and you are wonderful about it. Most
men would storm out of here and never come back. You are helping me; you are
helping all of us. I am proud of you, very proud. You should be proud of
yourself."

Jim remained silent staring at Alegra and the other girls. Alice called out,
"Alegra, put on your pants and look decent." Alegra, who was facing her,
stepped into the shorts she was still holding and leaning forward pulled them
up. The penis was left hanging out of the fly. Looking straight at Alice she
reached down and with her index finger nonchalantly flipped the penis up into
the pants and zipped them.

Her insouciance made a profound impression. Jessie leaned over and whispered
to Alice, "Now that's macho. You are going to have to watch those girls." Jim
felt a tightness in his chest and abdomen that made it difficult to breathe.
Alice felt that things were beginning to spin out of control.

"Jim, keep your knees together; that skirt's rather short," she said.

Alice turned to Jessie with a quizzical look. Jessie smiled, "You're on your
own, girl."

Most of the girls had been watching Alegra after Alice had called to her. Her
effect was just as profound on them. Each had her private thoughts although
Edith said aloud, "Go, Alegra." Jacqueline thought to herself, "That Alegra's
something else." Nanette said to herself, "Cool."

Jim said finally, "I'm ready. Let's get it over with, or I'll just leave."

"Susan's ready." The two faced each other in the center of the mat. Each
waited for the other to make a move. "Come on, Susie. You're the man. Don't
hang back. Rape him!" said Alice somewhat impatiently. Susan stepped back and
dropped her pants, stepping out of them. There she stood, the penis looking
too big for the small girl. She moved forward.

As she came close, Jim brought up his right knee. She spun so that he missed
and, grabbing him with both hands just above the knee, pulled up. For a moment
he kept his balance, hopping on his left foot. Then down he went on his left
side with Susan partly atop and partly behind him. She tried to get an arm
lock, but he rolled into her, reaching for her testicles with his right hand.
She swung away so that his hand closed not on her balls but on her erect
penis. It was revolting. Never had Jim grasped a penis other than his own,
real or simulated. He jerked back his hand.

Susan had grasped his wrist with both hands to stop him just as he reached her
penis. As he withdrew his hand she used his momentum to twist it behind him
and then up between his shoulder blades. Jim rolled on his belly. "Oh, damn,"
he muttered to himself as he lay there not moving. "Damn luck. Oh. I can't
stand much more of this. I have to get up or I'll go crazy." Now he thrashed
with all of his strength, but all Susan had to do was to hold on and put more
pressure on his wrist. Unhappily, he quieted down again.

Susan was as surprised as Jim. She was actually in control. She jerked down
the back of the panties over his buttox. Jim tried to hold up the front with
his right hand. "Don't," she said, pushing his wrist higher until the pain
convinced him to desist. She got the panties down to about his knees, but she
could not reach far enough to get them off. She tried to roll him over on his
back as Alegra had but had not the strength.

Next she tried to roll him over by pulling on his hip. When that did not work
she reached around his upper thigh. He grabbed her hand as it went into his
crotch pulling it away. She managed to get her hand free and reached from
behind between his legs. She found the opening of the vagina, thrust her
fingers into it so that Jim could not catch them and began pulling. To Jim it
seemed that she was trying to turn him by pressing on his penis and then the
pressure of the heel of her hand on his balls became intense. He was hurting
and beginning to get scared. This had gone far enough--more than a man could
stand.

"Wait. Don't. Stop and I'll let you do anything you want. I won't fight you
any more. Enough! Please!" He said what he had to say desperately, but quietly
so that only Susan could hear. She pulled her hand away from his crotch. He
rolled toward her onto his back. Letting go of his wrist, she pulled off his
panties. Next she mounted him with growing excitement, found his vagina,
guided her penis in and began pelvic thrusts. She was caught up in the
exhilaration. She, she had won; she was doing it--all by herself. Another and
another.

Jim was dazed. She was light on top of him, but the thrusts were hard,
vigorous and rather rapid. "She's really into this," he thought to himself as
he lay there spent. Unlike Alegra's, Susan's thrust's failed to arouse him.

Twenty thrusts. Reluctantly she stopped and withdrew her penis. Then she stood
up grinning raising her hands in a symbol of triumph. Jim pushed down his
skirt and grabbed his panties pulling them up part way. He started to get up,
but the panties around his knees nearly tripped him. Embarrassed he pulled up
his skirt, then his panties and finally smoothed the skirt down again.

Susan threw her arms around his neck, stood on her tip-toes, pulled his head
down and kissed him on the lips. He could feel her hard penis against him as
he tried to respond as he supposed a good sport should.

Alice was ecstatic. One of her most petite had just raped a six foot athletic
man. She was not sure how Susie had done it but she was sure of the result.
She returned the girls to practice and let it run its course. Jim sat on the
bench near her, still in skirt quietly observing as if he had nothing else to
do.

At the regular time Alice called the group to her. "Today was a marvelous day.
We have our token male, Jim Clancey, to thank for it. He put aside any false
masculine pride he might have felt and let some well-trained young women
challenge him. When he could not achieve a rape, he willingly let three
well-trained young women try to rape him. He knew they were strong and
capable. He knew he might loose. That act took courage. That act took true
manliness. When beaten, he never made excuses, never retreated and never
sulked. He shook hands with his opponents and even kissed them. I ask you, who
is the man of tomorrow?"

The girls responded with enthusiasm, "Jim."

"Who is our hero?"

"Jim. Jim. Jim."

Alice's clear contralto began, "For he's a jolly good fellow." Everyone joined
in and sang it through until the end.

"Come on, Jim. Stand up. Give him a hand, girls." As they did, Alice gave him
a hug. He responded, looking a little sheepish. Then Jean came up and hugged
him and he hugged her. Jessie got into the act and they exchanged hugs. Then
one after the other each of the girls exchanged a hug with him. Through it
all, he watched to see what Alegra was doing. When it was her turn, she gave
him a firm hug and leaning close exhaled into his ear. He shivered and felt a
stirring under his panties.

"Alright, all of you, girls and Jim. Practice is over. Get dressed. Jim, throw
your practice clothes in the basket over there." Alice turned to Jessie,
saying softly. "Jessie, you have to help me sort all of this out."

Two days later Jessie and Alice sat over lunch. "Jessie, help me sort it all
out. My girls did even better than I thought, but it was all a little strange.
What was happening? What did you see that I didn't?"

Jessie was silent for a moment. "Alice, you got what you wanted. Remember the
old saying, 'Don't ask for something you don't really want because you might
get it.' Well, you got it. Maybe you just didn't expect what you got to come
in the package it did."

"I don't understand."

"First of all your girls did everything you wanted. They showed that they
could protect themselves and that they were more than the equal of Jim Clancy.
Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Yes."

"Second, they have confidence now, maybe too much confidence, that they are as
good as any man and can do anything a man can. That Alegra is a gem; she's a
bit of a show off, but she has a great sense of the audience. Did you see her
look at you and flip that penis into her pants. That was to say, 'I've got
this man thing totally under control.' She knew the effect it would have on
the other girls and on Jim, too. It was a great piece of theater. You can
understand how she would feel that she had conquered the world.. After all she
had just 'raped' a man."

"You are right. I see now. I don't understand Jim, though."

"Third, and this is the most difficult, Jim. Actually I talked with him for a
couple of hours yesterday and I think I have it figured out. Jim came along as
a favor to you and because he supported the equality of women. He was an
advanced male feminist and intended to help the girls come up towards his
level. Then Edith beat him. He was surprized, but since she tricked him, he
was not shocked, but Nanette unsettled him. She was tougher than he expected,
but still he had almost won, or so he thought, before she caught his balls.
The next two were a surprise and a shock. Alegra out-wrestled him without
touching his balls. That was bad enough. Did you see his face after you said
she had won. Then Jacquiline just wiped him out. After that he couldn't even
beat Susan who was about half his size. That afternoon changed his view of
women and of himself. As he told you, he hadn't even gotten his pants off. He
had liked the idea of sexual equality, but he was totally unprepared for
actual physical equality with women. He reacted like a typical man--he was
shamed.

"He spent the next week getting used to the idea and explaining to himself
that all of the advantage lay with the defender. He came back determined to
win if he could, but believing that few of any men could rape a trained woman.
He tried to rape four women and was defeated each time, but he actually felt
good because he almost raped Sallie. Then you asked him to play the woman. He
didn't want to, for that put at risk all of his carefully constructed excuses.
But his pride wouldn't let him say 'no' and he really thought it would be
easy.

"It turned out he couldn't defend any better than he had attacked. Jacqulline
not only raped him; she scared him as well. He panicked when she shut off his
air. Most important she took away his last vestige of pride. There was no
getting around the fact that he had been overpowered and raped by a woman. He
was no longer a man among weak women who had learned some tricks. He was no
better and maybe not as good as these women.

"Then came Alegra. I think he took her on trying to regain some sense of his
masculinity. Of course, it didn't work. She raped him, too. But there was
something else, a dark secret that he has trouble admitting even to himself.
At a certain level he enjoyed it. I have to be careful what I say. Alegra is a
very attractive woman.

"Being ravished by Alegra was sexually stimulating. His body responded. You
and I know it, Alegra knows it and he knows it. Sexual arousal was linked with
being ravished by a strong woman against his will. Not only was Alegra more
than his equal, but he found it exciting. It is the reversal of the rape
fantasy that some women have. I have taken care of women who hated being
raped, but at another level were sexually aroused even though they fought
against it. That is one of the deep shames of being raped. Sometimes it is not
just your body that is raped. Jim experienced that same shame; he was not the
same Jim who came into the gym. Then when he saw Alegra flip that penis into
her pants, his old masculine pride was now completely gone. Alegra had not
only defeated him, but was mocking masculinity.

Next came Susan. She was lucky you know. She got him off balance. He might
have got her balls, but instead as he told me he caught her penis instead.
Touching that penis revolted him. He pulled back his hand. That is why small
Susan was able to get him in a hammerlock. Because she held him helpless his
control just snapped. He felt he could not stand being held down another
second. Then she tried to turn him over. Without realizing it, she was pulling
on his genitals. That was the last straw. He told her to stop and that she
could do what she wanted with him. By the time she raped him he would do
anything to get it over."

"But why did he sit there with the skirt and those panties on instead of
changing immediately?"

"I can only guess, but I think my guess is right. That is the new Jim Clancey.
On the one hand the skirt and panties seemed to give him solidarity with the
women, solidarity with those who are strong and dominant, not an unusual human
reaction. Traditionally women like to wear men's clothes, but not vice-versa.
Now that the women are dominant, Jim liked wearing women's clothes. At another
level he was symbolically protecting what was left of his old masculinity.
They could hold him down; they could penetrate his vagina, but underneath,
hidden, protected and safe were his real penis and his real testicles. They
would not touch them at least they couldn't until Susan did."

"Jessie, that is enough of the lesson. I don't think my head can hold any more
now."

"Just one more thing, Alice. Your instincts were perfect. You could not have
closed the session on a better note. You reinforced the view that Jim was a
good and noble person and that you and the others thought more of him than
before. You were proud of the new Jim. It meant a lot to him and I think it
will help the girls respect men, even if they may feel superior. You are
having a party for the girls at your house a week from Saturday, why don't you
invite him."

"He would be the only male."

"So much the better, it would be great compliment to the new Jim."

The party was well under way when Jim arrived. The young women were in the
house and in the yard. Jim had wondered what he would talk about, but Alice
greeted him warmly and people seemed genuinely glad to see him. A few of the
faces were new. A large young woman named Shana came up and began asking him
about university courses and what programs led to what jobs. (He later learned
that Shana stood six feet three inches and weighed 190 pounds.) Pretty soon
others joined and the discussion became lively. Jim soon felt comfortable. The
women did not look the same. Most were in dresses. Their hair was in place.
All wore make-up. One would never guess that they saw themselves as the
vanguard of a new woman's movement.

Jim saw Alegra in a close fitting, red short-sleeved dress that came to
mid-thigh standing by the snack table. He excused himself and walked over,
feeling nervous.

"Hi."

"Hi. Do you hate me?"

"No. Why should I?"

"Oh, you know, because....."

"Because you raped me?"

"Uh-huh."

"You said that was just a game."

"Yeah, it was a game. Why did you want me to try to rape you?"

"I don't know. I guess because you had beaten me before."

"Did you want to get even?"

"No. I guess I thought I needed a challenge. I guess it was a macho thing.

"Macho to have a woman rape you?"

Jim blushed. The conversation was not going the way he had imagined. "No. I
wanted to win. I wanted to beat someone who had beaten me. Why did you say,
'yes?'"

"Because you're cute."

Again Jim flushed.

"You are even cuter when you blush."

Jim laughed. "You are cute, too, even though you are not blushing. I like you
in that red dress and with your hair done that way."

"I thought you liked me in my gym clothes."

It was hard to keep from being totally flustered by this girl. "I did, but I
like you in the dress, too. Why did you blow in my ear?"

"Because I wanted to and I knew you couldn't stop me."

"Oh....but....but you did it again when I could have gotten away."

"By then I knew you'd like it." Jim blushed even more red. "I like to make you
blush."

"Well, you have."

"Maybe it is my femo thing. But I am disappointed that you didn't think I was
cute?"

He laughed again, still on edge but trying to relax. "I thought you were cute,
but that wasn't the reason I asked you."

"Do you hate Jackie?"

"No."

"What about Susie?"

"No."

"Why did you let her rape you?"

"I didn't really just let her."

"Yes you did."

"I just couldn't stand being held down and what she was doing."

"Everyone said you would hate me and Jackie and, maybe Susan most of all, but
I'm glad you don't."

"Why?"

"Because I like you. Will you drive me home when this is over?"

"Yes."

"Now let's go talk with some other people."

Jim started his old Buick. "Where to?" Alegra guided him to an apartment
building near the University.

"I'll invite you up if you are not afraid of being raped."

Jim's unease returned. "Go ahead and invite me."

They climbed four flights of stairs. "The climb keeps me in good shape,"
Alegra noted. "Edith has a late date so she won't be home yet."

"Do you mean the blonde Edith."

"Yeah, the one who tricked you."

The apartments in the old building were spacious. Alegra's was inexpensively
but tastefully furnished. Posters and photographs were hanging on the wall and
framed photos sat on furniture. Alegra disappeared into the bathroom, giving
Jim time to study some of the pictures. Most of those on the tables seemed to
be of family. He guessed a beautiful woman of middle age was Edith's mother.
Here was a picture of a teen age Alegra with an older boy and an older girl
and two adults who must be her parents. On the wall were large posters
advertising a number of plays and pictures of Alegra and Edith in costumes and
on stage.

After they had settled down over hot coffee and some chocolate chip cookies,
Jim steered the conversation, "Tell me about yourself, Alegra. I see all of
these pictures. I am curious about Edith, too."

Alegra picked up the framed photo that Jim had noticed. "That's my Mom and Dad
and my brother, Arthur, and my sister, Allison, and that's me, the three "A"
kids. Edith and I grew up in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and came here to go to
college, two small town girls trying out the big time."

"What about all of these pictures on the wall?"

"We both studied theater in college and afterwards got acting jobs. It has
been a great life."

"Are you acting now?"

"Edith is, but I gave it up. I got tired of always being a character and never
myself. Next fall I start medical school."

"How did you start with Alice?"

"I had to go back to school for pre-med courses. I finished last winter and
was just waiting for med school and Edith and I were not working. We liked
Alice, so we signed up just for a lark."

"Are you glad you did?"

"Yes, I enjoy playing macho girl, beating up and raping men. Of course, you
are the first real man, but maybe Alice will bring us some more. Edith likes
it too, but I think that I like it more. The only trouble is I sometimes feel
that I am still acting. Am I really macho woman. I need to find out...Who are
you, really? Do you know? I know more about you than you think."

"What do you know?"

"That you are twenty-six years old and a graduate student in anthropology,
that you are considered smart. I know you grew up in Yuma, Arizona, and
graduated Phi Beta Kappa from the University of Arizona and were a Beta there.
Students here think you are a good teacher and a nice guy. You don't smoke and
don't drink and don't have a steady girl friend. You play tennis but not too
well. I know that you have supported better pay for women faculty, but that
you don't like being beaten up and raped by women, but you don't mind it too
much either. I know how to make you blush and how to blow in your ear. I know
that I arouse you, and that you have a hard time dealing it, but I don't know
who you really are. That's why I asked you up. I want to know who you really
are."

"Good grief! Where did you learn all that stuff?"

"It's not hard. If you have raped somebody, you ought to know about them. What
do you know about me."

"Not as much. That you are beautiful and a bit of a show off and that right
now you don't really know what you want."

"Touché, but I know I want to know more about you and more about me, too. Do
you like sitting here talking to a woman who raped you?"

"It wasn't real rape."

"It was pretty close and could have been if I had wanted."

Jim felt his adrenaline pouring through his body; he was sweating and knew he
was blushing. "Yes, maybe so except for all those people around. Well...uh,
Alegra, I guess I don't know who I am either. Maybe I did before all of this,
but now I just don't know."

"Well, that's honest. Do you like being here with me?"

"Yes, but to be honest, I'm uncomfortable."

"Do you find me desirable?"

"Yes."

"Even though I beat you up and 'raped' you."

His answer was almost a whisper, "Yes."

"Good. I find you desirable, too. I guess I am really macho woman, or maybe I
am just really into the part. Do you find Jackie desirable?"

"No."

"How about Edith or any of the others?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I just don't, only you Alegra."

"So, you like me best. I shouldn't have asked you because I knew it already.
Jim...we're both caught in Alice's web and we don't know whether to run
forward or backward."

She got up, walked over, sat beside him on the coach, put her arms around him
and kissed him on the lips. She held it for about a quarter of a minute, Jim's
heart began to pound; he forgot about everything except the kiss.

Alegra broke off. "OK. Go home now. No more tonight. We don't know ourselves
well enough, not yet anyway. Maybe we are just acting and Alice is the
director. Maybe it's who we really are. Go home before anything else happens."

"But...."

"Don't talk. Go home." She was preemptory. Jim got up and went to the door.

"I'll come by on my bike at 7:30 in the morning. We'll go biking."

"Yes. I'll see you then."

"Now go."

"Good night, Alegra."

"Good night."

In the next weeks Jim and Alegra saw each other regularly, but continued to
fence with one another. Alice's training sessions intensified. More men came
in for the women to practice against, but she did not again intend to ask one
of them to pose as the woman; she had had enough of that experience. One of
the men, named Don, was especially large and strong. A number of the women
failed to protect themselves against him so that Alice brought him back for
several visits.

At the end of his second visit, Shana approached Alice, "I'd like to try to
rape Don. He said he'd like to try to defend, so is that OK with you?"

Alice was a bit taken aback, for she had dropped the idea after seeing its
effect on Jim and also on Alegra. "Oh, I don't think that's a good idea,
Shana. Men tend to get a little touchy about such things."

Shana persisted, "Look, if we are serious about this business, we have to
practice against different kinds of people. Besides, it's not fair to him to
make him attack all the time. He's been beaten now by most of the women who
are anywhere near his size. That's the way to give him an inferiority complex.
I asked him if he would like to defend and he said, 'Yes.'"

"If you want to build his ego, match him with Susan."

"Alice, you know that beating Susan would not build his ego. She's too small."

"Jessie, what do you think."

Jessie had become increasingly enthusiastic about Alice's plans and impressed
by her successes so far. "You have gone this far, why not?"

Alice could hardly believe what she was hearing from Jessie. "Shana, tell Don
to come over here and talk to me." When Don came over, Alice continued, "Don,
Shana tells me that you would like to try to defend. Is that right."

"Yeah, I'd just like to prove I'm as good as anyone here. I guess I'd really
like to think I am better."

"Don, Shana said you'd go with her. Have you thought about it? She's very
good. Some men's egos could not stand being beaten that way by a woman."

"I've got a big enough ego. I'd rather do her than someone small."

Shana and Don faced each other, like two large gladiators. Don was dressed in
a skirt and Shana in short pants. He had found an outfit that fit him quite
well and covered it with a pair of panties. He had decided on the skirt
because he felt more comfortable in front of the group in skirt than only in a
woman's panties.

The signal was given. Moving close, their hands slid along each others arms to
the shoulders. Suddenly he kicked toward her groin, but she blocked with her
knee. Both were thrown off balance, but Shana was the quickest to seize the
advantage. She pushed Don further off balance, sliding around behind him. She
lifted his feet off the ground and after considerable struggle managed to
wrestle him to the mat. Keeping control she managed to slide both arms under
his armpits and up onto the back of his neck. She had him in a full nelson and
began to apply pressure. She rolled him on his side and locked his legs with
hers.

Don struggled mightily. He had known she was strong, but to find himself at
this disadvantage so quickly was a surprise and a shock. She was in control,
but, fortunately for Don, in no position to accomplish her goal. She held him,
applying pressure. Since his left ear was near her mouth, she nibbled on it,
causing Don to squirm. She whispered, "Relax. Relax. I know you'll enjoy
it...so will I."

Don was very conscious of her as a woman. Having his ear nibbled while he was
held was arousing. Her words went through him. Why not relax? He fought
against a momentary feeling of passivity.

She loosed one of her arms and applying pressure with the other, began to turn
him onto his back while she moved on top. She had enough leverage so that
gradually he began to turn. Then he rolled with her at the same time shooting
his hand toward her crotch. She pushed him away in the nick of time, but still
his hand closed on her penis and began pulling. Fortunately for Shana the
harness held. It took all her strength to push them apart so that she could
catch his hand, bend back his fingers, and free her penis. Her heart was
beating wildly. He had almost had her.

She kept hold of his fingers and, by using them as leverage, twisted his arm,
forcing him back prone with his wrist up between his shoulder blades. Then
with her other hand she pulled up his skirt and seized the top of his panties.
With perfect timing she let go of his wrist, raised to her knees, pulled his
panties up and toward his ankles. Before he could resist effectively, she was
on her feet pulling the panties over his feet. She waved them over her head
and tossed them to Alice, who caught them and sat holding them through the
rest of the fight, twisting them during the trying moments.

Shana stepped out of her pants and again they faced each other. This time she
was more wary. Don approached bent forward, his right hand palm upwards
extended at the level of her now visible testicles. Shana dropped her left
hand cupping her balls protectively. As they circled, he made one feint and
then another toward her genitals. Shana had practiced many times against such
tactics. She reached for his neck with her right hand, but he slid rapidly to
her left, reaching for her crotch. Then he was behind her trying to get to her
balls. She cupped both hands over the genitals. He hooked her ankle so that
she fell to the mat prone holding both hands over her balls with Don on top of
her.

He was aware of her smooth skin and the scent of her sweat. Now that he was on
top he was more aware than ever of her femininity and his rising sexual urge
as his pelvis moved over her buttox. Now he was all action. He saw his chance.
Twisting he hooked one arm hooked around her upper leg partially turning her
he tried to pull her hands away from his goal. Desperately Shana protected
herself.

Suddenly she reversed herself and turned into him. Leaving her left hand
protecting her balls, her right hand grabbed Don's neck just below his Adam's
apple, pressing against his windpipe. The strangle-hold was enough to push him
back. Twisting with all her strength, she forced him over on his back and
managed to get on top her chest cross-ways over his face, her right breast
covering his mouth. He, surprised and noting its softness, opened his mouth
and, almost without thinking, sucked it in as far as he could, his tongue
probing for her nipple.

Shana's momentary impulse to passivity was quickly swept away by anger. He
could not do this to her; it was unfair. She was Shana, fighting as an equal
with another human being, not a woman open to the wiles of a sneaky man.
Instead of pulling away, she pressed her chest down so that her breast filled
his mouth pulling along his lips so that they covered his teeth. She squeezed
his nostrils between her right thumb and forefinger, shutting off his air. He
tried to struggle free, but she looped her left arm around him. He tried to
bite down, but there was too much pressure on his jaw and his own lips were in
the way. Desperately he tapped on her back, the only signal of surrender he
could think of.

Shana understood why he thrashed beneath her and his signal of surrender, but
in her anger she held him a little longer. Then she raised her arm and drove
her elbow hard into his solar plexus. At the same time she pulled away.

They faced each other again, both breathing heavily but ready to renew the
fray. Don was more angered by her blow than frightened by his near smothering;
he would show this woman. He had to punish her for that blow. Shana was angry
too; she still had lessons to teach this man never to take advantage of her;
he thought he could get to her just because she was a woman. She would show
him who was the better.

Shana feinted left and then simultaneously they lunged at each other. Shana
reached around, locked her arms near the small of his back and pulled his body
close to hers so that when he raised his leg only his upper thigh pressed
against her balls, not hard enough to do any damage. She lifted, pulling him
up so that he could not get much leverage against the floor. He put his hands
on her collar-bones and pushed trying to separate their bodies. He worked his
hands down to the upper part of her chest, then the upper part of her breasts,
pushing with all his strength while trying to work his hands lower over her
breasts. "Not that," Shana thought to herself. Suddenly she released him. He
stumbled backwards bringing up his knee, but she had partially turned. She
blocked it with her thigh and grabbing under the knee, threw him backward on
the mat. Instantly she was on top with her pelvis and legs between his legs..
He tried desperately to throw her off summoning his waning strength. She
caught his wrists and locked her legs around his in a painful grapevine hold.
She applied pressure while bringing his wrists together above his head. He
could feel her penis against his as she tried to push it into his vagina.
Again and again she tried. Suddenly she loosed his left wrist and, using her
right hand to guide, shoved in the penis before he could react to prevent her.

She locked both arms around his chest and began thrusting with her pelvis.
Shana was carried away with a battle fever, which was somehow mixed with
sexual arousal. Her thrusts were rapid and fierce. Yes, she had conquered. He
would be hers, all hers. Alice and Jessie watched still not aware of how Don's
penis was being stimulated. All they saw was Shana's large hips rising and
falling strongly on the verge of victory.

Alegra was transfixed. Her chest and abdomen were constricted and her breath
came rapidly. Her own feelings as she had "raped" Jim came flooding back. As
her excitement mounted, her breathing speeded up until it was in time with
Shana's powerful thrusts. She could tell that Don's resistance was weakening.
She heard his voice, husky with emotion, "No! Wait! You win! Stop!" Shana
brought her legs closer together without interrupting her rhythm. Alegra heard
Don let out a loud groan and saw him begin to move in time with his
adversary's thrusts. She watched Shana's hands grasp Don's buttox pulling
their pelvises closer together. Spasms shook his body as Shana continued her
thrusts, not counting, knowing that his body was now following hers. She kept
thrusting even after she felt his body relax, limp and spent. Then she slowed
and stopped.

The gym was still as Shana disengaged her victorious penis. She leaned over
and said quietly to Don, "You asked for that." She stood up and shook her body
all over. She was still angry, sexually aroused and unsatisfied.

Don was not too drained to feel shame in front of these women. He pulled his
skirt around him and hunched forward covering his wetness, but Alice, trying
to be helpful, grasped one hand and pulled him to his feet. Alegra noticed
that the back of Don's skirt was damp. Yes, he had ejaculated; Shana had
really had taken him sexually, had actually raped him. It was thrilling but
disorienting.

Alice, holding both of their hands, said, "Good effort on both your parts.
Give each other a hug."

Don turned toward Shana opening his arms, but she turned away responding, "Did
you see what he did? He sucked my boob."

Don looking totally abject said, almost in a whisper, "I'm sorry. I know I
shouldn't have. I got what I deserved. Forgive me. Please."

Shana not expecting that kind of repentance, softened immediately, "No. I mean
I shouldn't have gotten so angry." She smiled now. "Maybe we would both have
enjoyed it more if I had not been so angry." Shana put her arms out and they
hugged and she kissed him on the lips. They held their position for a moment
and then smiled as they separated. Alegra noticed the incongruity of Shana's
still erect penis protruding into Don's crotch.

The plan had formed in Alegra's mind almost without conscious effort. Carrying
it out was another matter; it would be something like jumping into an icy
lake, scary, hard to do, but exciting and deeply pleasurable.

She choose a Friday evening after Edith had left for the weekend. "Jim, do you
think it strange that we have never had sex?"

"Not strange. We've had an unusual relationship. You have put me off and I
have accepted that. Look, Alegra, you are special to me. I don't want to loose
you, ever."

"I'm ready to make love to you, but I'm not ready for you to make love to me,
if you know what I mean."

"Not exactly."

She threw her arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips. "That's what I
mean. I want to make love to you like a stereotypical man is supposed to make
love to a stereotypical woman. Then you can make love to me."

"Alegra, I still don't get it."

"Wait." She went into the next room and returned with outfit he had worn the
time she had "raped" him, including panties and skirt plus a woman's blouse.
"Put these on and I will show you."

"And what about you?"

"I'm ready." Then her voice softened taking on an almost dreamy quality. "I am
an actress ready for my most challenging role. I will be a man wooing a maid.
My shorts and shirt are men's and underneath I have on my male outfit. I love
having balls and a penis. They will make me more realistic than any actress
before me. You have to be realistic too. You will play the woman and I will
seduce you."

"I'm not an actor. What if I do not want to play that part?"

"But you do. You're so cute that I'm already getting aroused." Her hands were
on her hips. "Look." Suddenly a bulge appeared in her pants.

"Alegra, this is weird. Why do you want to do this?"

"I don't know. Maybe it is because I can't give myself to you unless you give
yourself to me. Maybe it is because we are still playing Alice's game. I don't
know, but I know what I want. Put these on, please. I've already kind of made
love to you like that and it didn't kill you. Come on." She pulled him down on
the couch beside her and began kissing him on the neck and ears.

Her kissing softened him. "Let's just kiss and make love like two normal
people."

"No. Humor me. I have to see if you are willing to do what you want me to do."

"Well, if you put it that way, maybe I should."

She nibbled on his ear. "Yes. Put these on."

He did not want to do so in front of her, but went into the bathroom to as he
was asked. He felt a little cold. Even though the arousal that she had evoked
in him was not gone, he wished he could back out, but he had agreed. He
undressed and pulled on the spandex pants adjusting them around his genitals.
He felt the vagina and wondered what would happen. Then on went the panties
and skirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a freak, a man
in a skirt and blouse. He wished he could take these things off and put on his
own clothes, but he couldn't back down now. And besides there was something
exciting about all of this.

He sat down on the sofa next to her. She pulled him close to her and began
kissing him again. He tried to return the kisses. "Let me do the work. Relax
and enjoy." That was what Shana had said. "It is so good to kiss you. I have
wanted to nibble your ear ever since I first saw you. You are cute, you know.
You're a handsome man. I almost forgot our characters. You are a cute and
lovely person and I want more that anything in the world to make love to you."
With that she ran her hand up his skirt touching him there on the edge of the
vagina. She nibbled his ears. "There, I want you body and I know you want me."

"Alegra, are you acting, or are you are trying to seduce me."

"I'm acting, and I am trying to seduce you."

"Is it a game to you?"

"I have never been more serious." All the while she was running her fingers
over his chest and abdomen and continuing to nibble on his ears."

"Alegra, you're getting to me."

"I know. Now come to bed." She led him to the bed.

"Lie still," she said as her hands began to roam over his body. She explored
his face and neck, pulled up his T-shirt shirt and began massaging his
breasts. She paused, opened his blouse, kissed his breasts, circled each with
her tongue and then began sucking on them.

Jim lay still as long as he could and then grabbed at her breast and tried to
roll her off. She seized the fingers of the hand on her breast, bending them
back painfully. "Ouch." Using her leverage, she twisted his arm painfully into
a hammerlock rolling him on to his stomach. She pulled up his skirt and began
working on his panties. Jim grabbed his panties with his other hand. She was
not going to forcibly take off those panties, but she did just that. Roughly
she pushed his wrist up between his shoulder blades. When the pain was at a
maximum, she jabbed her knee into his other elbow hurting him there as well.
Then she suddenly released him, grabbed the panties with both hands and pulled
them off much as she had seen Shana do. She stood up, holding the panties in
front of her.

"Don't fight me and I won't hurt you." He started to get up, but she pounced
on him flattening him. "Relax. You can't fight me. Remember. It's just a game
and I'm better at it than you are." Those words challenged Jim. He half pushed
himself up using all his strength. Then she shifted throwing her weight
against him and catching him in an arm bar and applying pressure. She blew in
his ear. "Stop fighting me." She blew again in his ear. "Or I'll have to rape
you again," she added in a whisper. Jim struggled somewhat halfheartedly.
"Relax. I just want to make love to you. We belong together. I want you so
much. Please be good. You don't want to resist me. You know you don't."

Jim's emotions were in turmoil. He was getting aroused by her actions and by
her words. Why not give in? She really might rape him if he resisted. Besides,
somewhere deep within he had already given in. "I want you, too."

She pressed her lips against his. Her tongue sought his mouth and entered. He
let her have her way with him. Her tongue explored deeper and deeper. Then she
kissed his face and his eyes. Her hands explored his body. He felt her rise
up. She spread his legs with hers and slid her erect penis into his vagina.
Her pelvis thrust against him, her penis grinding over the top of his which
was confined and kept flaccid by the tight spandex.

Weakly he tried to roll her so that he would come out on top, but she
increased the force of her thrusts without interrupting her rhythm. Jim was
getting increasingly aroused. He could no longer control his body. Without his
willing it, his pelvis began to move as of its own accord in time with her
rhythm. His breathing matched her breathing. He had never thought he could be
so aroused and still he kept reaching new peaks. His penis strained against
the confining garment unable to obtain an erection. There was no relief. He
groaned in ecstasy and in agony.

Alegra was equally carried away. She was in charge, riding him, bringing him
to her rhythm, on top forcing him into the bed with each of her thrusts. She
could feel the hardness and the roundness of her penis through the top of his
vagina. It was exciting. He was hers; he was hers. She was getting very
aroused. She wondered if she could climax that way. May-be so. May-be so.
May-be SO. Every thrust was bringing her to a higher and higher pitch. His
groan sent her into orbit. She thrust into him harder and harder.

And then he climaxed, the first time ever without an erection. She felt his
spasms and suddenly she was climaxing too. Feelings of fierceness and of
possession swept through her. She clasped him with all her strength increasing
the force of her thrusts.

His release was strange. He felt overwhelmed by this fierce young woman above
him. He could feel himself yielding to her strength and her passion. And then
suddenly she brought him to climax. Gradually their mutual passion subsided.
They lay in the same position with their arms around each other, she on top.
Relaxation and dreaminess overcome them both. Finally, still holding each
other, they drifted off to sleep.

Jim awoke first and found Alegra still on top of him. He moved, stretching
himself and realized her penis was still in his vagina and that it was still
hard. In his wakening consciousness he was surprised that she still had a
"hard on." Then he smiled to himself realizing, "Of course, she'll stay hard
unless she releases the air."

His stirrings woke Alegra. She was also aware of her hard penis. It felt good
as she rolled over it, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. As she
rolled her penis rolled back and forth over the root of Jim's penis. He could
not help but notice and in his dreamy state rather enjoyed it, but his dreamy
state could not last. He was becoming aroused again; his attention was riveted
now on his penis again beginning to strain against the confining garment. His
breathing deepened. His body began to twitch.

Alegra was now also more awake. Jim's excitement stirred her excitement. She
rolled faster moving her hips from side to side as she did. Suddenly she
reached down and under him, clutching both the cheeks of his buttox in her
hands, and pulled him to her as she arched so that as much of her weight as
possible was on her penis. She wiggled her pelvis and was pleased at the
effect that had on Jim and on his breathing. Slowly she began pelvic thrusts,
back and forth, back and forth.

"Lie still. Enjoy." She raised her head so that she could see his face. His
eyes were half closed, his mouth open in erotic passion. That sight turned
Alegra on. Her rhythm picked up, her thrusts stronger. Their passion mounted
and mounted until again they climaxed.

The lay quietly in each other's arms until Jim's discomfort got too much,
"Alegra, I have to go the bathroom.

"Maybe I won't let you go. Playfully she kissed him, but then she disengaged
her penis and climbed off of him.

In the bathroom, Jim undressed, relieved himself, showered and then carefully
washed out his spandex outfit and hung it to dry on the shower rod. Then he
did the same for his skirt and panties. He put on his clothes that were
hanging on the back of the door.

He found Alegra in the kitchen still in her outfit, penis fully extended. When
she saw Jim staring, she reached down and deflated the penis. "I'm still
acting, I guess -- still macho woman, but you like me that way. Don't you?"

"I don't know, Alegra. It's all very strange."

As she put on a pair of slacks, she added, "Don't worry. It's all a game.
You'll have your chance to play the macho role, but it is hard for me to give
it up. As long as I have the anatomy, I'm macho woman. "

(To be continued.)