Suzanne
By DanboyII
Suzanne overpowers him


When I was a senior in high school, I was playing in a softball game in 
a coed phys ed. class. My team was winning by a lot and each inning we 
stayed at bat for a long time. I was one of a group that kept going over 
to a group of girls who were standing along the first base line watching 
the game. At some point I was standing behind Sue, a short but very 
buxom girl who was two years behind me in school. I was about 6'0" and 
about 165. Sue must have been about 5'3" and around 190. She had a very 
large bust and enormous thighs. Her hair was dark and she had a deep 
tan. She was heavy but not really fat. She was an excellent swimmer and 
served as a lifeguard at the public pool in the summertime. I later 
learned that she had also spent a number of years in an interpretive 
dancing and gymnastics class. Just fooling around, I put my arms around 
her waist from behind and hugged her. I did this several times during 
the game and at one point decided to try lifting her. I squeezed my arms 
tight around her waist and leaned back and with considerable effort 
managed to lift her off the ground. I held her for just a few seconds 
and put her down. Neither of us said anything, but I was proud of myself 
that I was able to do it. 

After school that day I ran into her near her house when I was heading 
home from a friends house. Sue lived just about a block away from me. 
She came right up to me and said that she was surprised when I had 
lifted her because she didn't think that I was that strong. Being the 
macho kid that I was I told her that I was really pretty strong and 
asked her if she wanted to be lifted again. She said she would like that 
but this time I stupidly tried to lift her as we were facing each other 
and found I couldn't do it because I couldn't establish the same 
leverage that was possible when I was standing behind her. She began 
giggling at my frustration and then as I was about to move behind her 
she pulled me back, stooped just enough to get her arms around my thighs 
and before I realized what was about to happen, she lifted me with her 
hands locked under my butt. Talk about embarrassed! And then she added 
to it by commenting that I was really a light weight. Now I had been 
lifted by women before and I found that I enjoyed the experience but 
usually it was by a girl/women older and bigger than me. With Sue, I had 
the same thrill of feeling her strength and being under her control but 
I was also fearful that the other neighborhood kids would see us.  She 
began carrying me down the sidewalk toward my house with no noticeable 
effort and to my horror I found that there wasn't much I could do to 
stop her. I could have hit her of course but that never even entered my 
mind. I pushed her shoulders and tried to push her arms away. Nothing 
worked. I told her to put me down and she just giggled and said that I 
had to say, "pretty please", or she was going to carry me all the way to 
my house. I soon gave in and ended up having to say, "pretty please with 
sugar on it". 

She didn't put me down right away either. After I said the, "pretty 
please with sugar on it", she stopped and said , "ok, but you have to 
promise to come down to my house this evening after supper so we can 
talk." I kept squirming and pushing on her shoulders and finally said 
that I promised. She put me down and with a big grin on her face said 
that I better not forget or she might just have to beat me up at school. 
I went into the house thinking about the threat. Also I thought that it 
was really neat being carried around like that except for the worry that 
we might be seen by some of the younger kids. 

Supper was good. It always was. Mom was a great cook who seldom got 
credit for it because it was expected. I kept thinking about Susanne's 
threat that she would beat me up at school. I began wondering seriously 
if she could and decided that I better go over to her house as I had 
promised even though I didn't really think she could beat me up. It 
would be embarrassing anyway if she picked me up and carried me around 
in front of my friends. She had certainly demonstrated that she could do 
that and I wasn't confident at all that I could stop her from lifting me 
if she got her arms around me as she had earlier. 

Looking back on the situation now, it is quite clear that all the 
evidence indicated that Sue could probably beat the crap out of me if 
she wanted to. 
 She out weighed me by about twenty-five pounds and there didn't seem to 
be all that much fat on her. Everybody knew that she was a great swimmer 
but I had never actually seen her in action. I couldn't swim at all so I 
never went to the pool and didn't wear shorts very often because my legs 
were so white and skinny. They were a little less skinny since I had put 
on a few pounds during my growth spurt over the last two years, but I 
looked much more like a distance runner than a football halfback. To be 
fair, I didn't know about her dance and gymnastic activities and I had 
no idea that she had studied judo and several other martial arts since 
she was five years old because her father had taught the hand to hand 
combat stuff as a Marine Sergeant. But it wouldn't have mattered much 
anyway. She was just a girl so my only real concern was that she was 
strong enough to lift me and I was sure that if anyone saw her do it 
they would laugh at me for being such a light weight without giving her 
any credit for being strong enough to lift 165 pounds. 

So I went to Suzanne's house after supper.  I strolled up her driveway 
and around to the back of her house using my most casual, big time 
senior, stroll. There she was arranging some patio furniture. She was 
wearing a two piece black bathing suit - not a bikini, but more of a 
sport bra cut and panties that covered her bottom much more completely. 
Now Suzanne didn't have big bulging muscles, but she sure didn't look 
fat either. She looked hard and very fit. And she did have muscles that 
popped in and out of view as she moved about the patio. How could I 
ignore the fact that her arms were much bigger than mine and her legs 
were enormous. Her thighs were massive, at least twice the size of mine. 
And yet I honestly had no thought that she might be much stronger than 
me. 

She smiled and beckoned me to a chair at a table near the edge of the 
patio. 
 There were two cans of diet coke on the table. She handed me one and 
took a seat opposite me. 

"I'm so glad you came. I thought maybe you would chicken out and then I 
would have to come and get you." Before I could say anything, she 
continued, "Mom and dad are out tonight, so we are all alone. I thought 
this would be a good time for us to really get to know each other. Today 
at the ball game I thought you were so great to put your arms around me 
the way you did. And then when you lifted me! Oh, I know it was just for 
such a little bit, but I'm pretty heavy so you are really the first 
person who has done that since I was a little girl." 

Suzanne rambled on and on. Her sincerity was obvious. Her eyes were very 
large and a striking emerald color. As she talked she looked me straight 
in the eye. I had difficulty maintaining the eye contact because her 
focus was so strong and on top of that, my own attention kept drifting 
to Sue's very prominent breasts as well as other parts of her body.  Her 
determination was a bit unsettling and she seemed to have many things 
all planned out that included the assumption that I was going to be her 
boyfriend. I protested that she was only a sophomore but she just 
brushed off my objection with statements about girls maturing faster 
than boys and that she was bigger than me anyway. I argued that I was 
nearly a foot taller so she certainly wasn't bigger than me.  She 
laughed and started comparing body parts. 
 Surprisingly, her hands were larger than mine. Her shoulders were much 
wider and arms and legs were no contest except that my feet were larger 
than hers.  She began giggling when she pointed out that her knees were 
bigger than mine. She asked me to make a muscle and at first I declined. 
But her approach was only light and friendly teasing and since there was 
no one else around I began to lose my embarrassment. When I finally did 
make a muscle she said it wasn't very big and then squeezed it with one 
hand and announced that I was pretty soft. Suzanne then did a flex of 
her right arm, which was closest to me. Her arm took on form 
immediately. The bicep looked the size of a softball. I put my hand over 
the bicep. That was as much as I could cover with one hand. Even using 
two hands, I couldn't encircle her flexed arm. And it was hard. So very 
hard!   

Ignoring my protests, Suzanne began to talk about all the things we were 
going to do. She guessed that I couldn't swim and said that it would be 
a lot of fun to teach me. She also talked about teaching me all sorts of 
ballroom dance steps and rambled about how great it would be to hike and 
bike and run or walk on the beach. She said that she could teach me how 
to wrestle and maybe even use some judo or karate moves.  I told her 
that I knew how to wrestle and that I thought that the breaking of those 
skinny little boards was mostly fake.  When I said the word "fake", she 
stopped talking and just looked at me for a long moment. 

Then she said, "Let's do a mercy challenge, o k"?  

At first I couldn't answer. My emotions were being pulled in all 
directions. Suzanne was a very attractive and voluptuous young girl. She 
was a striking combination of muscle and feminine good looks that gave 
her a glowing athletic woman aura that was overpowering. The more she 
had talked the less confident I had become. I didn't realize it at the 
time but a role reversal was taking place and little by little I was 
beginning to recognize a certain loss of control. I wanted to leave and 
yet I didn't. I wanted to show her that I was a real macho guy just like 
I had always thought I was, but there was no doubt that she had muscles 
that were a lot bigger and harder than mine. Did that mean that she was 
really stronger or did it just look that way? Girls were just naturally 
wimpy compared to guys so it might be just an indication that she was 
pretty strong for a girl. 

She stood up and extended her hands toward me, "Common, lets see what 
happens." She was smiling broadly. I stood and pushed my hands against 
hers and interlocked fingers. With about nine inches difference in 
height, I was easily a head taller than Suzanne but with her wide 
shoulders and hands larger than mine, I felt smaller. I had no plan to 
start with but as soon as our hands were joined I decided to try to get 
a jump on her and push her to her knees quickly so without warning I 
pressed with all my strength. Her wrists did go back but she didn't go 
down or even start to go down. She began to giggle softly and smiled all 
the more. Her wrists began to move back to their original position and 
at the same time her grasp began to squeeze my fingers. Slowly her force 
kept increasing. I remember thinking that my wrists would go back if I 
didn't .. and then suddenly I was on my knees and then my wrists folded 
up completely and pain set in. I suddenly found myself pleading that she 
let me go. I actually thought that she was going to break one or both of 
my hands. But she began moving back toward her chair, pulling or 
dragging me with her. And it hurt more and I couldn't stop her. Before 
she got to the chair she brought my wrists together and with a quick 
move clamped one of her large hands over both my wrists and pulled me 
the last step or two and sat down. There I was, on my knees in front of 
her with both my wrists held in the vice grip of one hand. Her free hand 
patted my cheek.  And then without a word, she let me go. 

She said, "See, I'm really very good at the mercy game. And I know your 
are taller, but that doesn't mean much in the mercy game. Now I think we 
should wrestle at least a little bit. I want to make sure that you have 
plenty of chances to show how macho you are." And then she giggled. 

All the time I was on my knees in front of her rubbing my hands to get 
the circulation functioning again. This girl was much, much more than I 
had bargained for. She had just taken over and overpowered me with a 
grip of steel that surely was capable of crushing my hands. I felt like 
a little boy going up against Wonder Woman. 

She helped me up and guided me off the patio into the grass.. I put my 
hands up in protest and said that I really didn't want to wrestle. And 
as it turned out I didn't. Suzanne flipped me in a hip toss to begin 
with and it went down hill after that. She knew a dozen different ways 
to twist me into a pretzel and she demonstrated them all. Time after 
time she twisted me or stretched me in ways that made me plead to be 
released. She twisted my joints into many painful lock positions and 
then released me, offering an opportunity for me to retaliate and then 
even when I did, brushing my feeble attempts aside and applying another 
painful hold. Finally, she scooped me up into her arms and carried me to 
the love seat on the patio. I thought my punishment was over but when 
she sat down she flipped me over and across her lap. She tucked my arms 
under a massive thigh and brought another powerful leg down on the back 
of my legs so that I was captured in a perfect rump up spanking 
position. I was unable to move and Suzanne had both hands free.  

I tried to squirm free but found that I could barely move. My demands 
that she let me go were met with more giggles and a, "Now, now, honey - 
just relax. I'm really not going to hurt you unless you force me to. 
Just lay still and listen to me." 

I thought that she was going to pull my shorts down and spank me. 
Instead she pushed my tee-shirt up and began drawing circles on my back 
with the fingers of one hand while she patted my rump lightly now and 
again with her other hand. She repeated much of what she had said before 
about all the things that she was going to teach me while reminding me 
again and again that I was in no position to argue with her. She asked 
me if I had any doubt that she was fully capable of twisting me into 
this position across her lap any time she wanted to. When at first I 
didn't answer, she gave me a whack on my fanny and began to apply some 
pressure with the leg that was holding both of mine. I quickly agreed 
that she capable of physically dominating me any way she wanted any time 
she wanted. That pleased her but she still held me tightly and gave no 
indication of letting me go. 

I agreed to everything that she wanted. I would always call her Susanne. 
Never Sue. I would be her pupil and be taught how to swim and dance, and 
possibly some wrestling or judo or other martial art. Whatever she 
decided. I would have no other girlfriend during the entire summer. At 
the end of summer, Suzanne would decide if she wanted to keep me longer. 
As far as our day to day association with each other, I would be her 
slave and as such do as I would be told. She made me promise more than 
once to each of her demands which she stated very slowly followed by the 
question of whether or not I understood. Then the demand for my promise 
followed by a "thank you" after my promise was received. The whole 
process almost had a legal ring to it. 

As I lay there with my face half buried in the cushion unable to move at 
all, I began to realize how totally overpowered I had become. And in so 
short a time. I had no doubt now that she could do anything with me or 
to me that she wanted. The fact that she was not even 15 years old yet 
had nothing to do with it. I was now sure that she could probably beat 
any guy on the football team and was likely stronger than most of them 
too. I began to wonder whether I was afraid of her and decided that I 
was. Finally she untangled herself from me and helped me to a sitting 
position. 

"You may kiss me now and you may feel my breasts until I tell you to 
stop." 

I looked at her smiling face for a long moment and then decided that I'd 
better do as I was told before she stopped smiling. 

This summer is sure going to be different!!