Tony Toledo
By DanboyII
Myrna is stronger than she looks


Tony Toledo was one tough dude.  The truth is, he was really almost as tough
as he thought he was.  Not a big man, standing at 5'8" and 160 very fit
pounds, he presented almost the ethereal essence of the big time, powerfully
connected mobster.  His suits were all dark shades.  And mostly all were very
expensive silk materials done in stylish Italian cuts.  He was also partial to
gold - on his fingers, around his neck and around his wrist.  He was a walking
jewelry store.  And it was always the heavy stuff; eighteen-carat, sometimes
even 23; Tony knew how to live. 

On this day, he toned it down some though.  Blue tux with less gold than
usual.  He didn't want to upstage anybody and it was his good buddy Bobby's
wedding.  He was in the wedding party.  Of course.  He was the best man.  His
date, also of course, was the maid of honor.  Tony had not met Myrna until the
rehearsal on the night before the wedding.  As it turned out, she was
absolutely gorgeous.  Her face was that is.  There were a few other problems.
She was tall.  Probably an inch taller than Tony.

Now Tony had this thing about women that he had never told anyone.  He liked
big strong women.  The Amazon type.  He had never actually never been with
such a woman but there was no doubt in Tony's mind that he had such a fantasy.
In fact, he had several.  The women in Tony's dreams were always about the
same.  Tall, blond, muscular, and usually full figured, weighing over two
hundred pounds.  In his fantasies, Tony would fight this type woman.
Sometimes he would be overpowered by the woman and she would carry him off and
make him her sex slave.  Other times, he would be the victor and the beaten
Amazon would then be his slave.  However the story played out, Tony would have
many opportunities to feel the strength of the woman in a variety of ways.
She might wrestle him down and pin and hold him or she might throw him about
in some erotic fashion before they would have sex.  

Tony never told anyone about his fantasies.  He would have been laughed at
unmercifully to be sure.  A tough mob guy wants to meet a woman who can beat
him up?  He wants her to be bigger than him and he wants her to carry him
around?  He would have to leave the country if his secret got out.

Back to Myrna.  She certainly was pretty.  Dark hair tumbling to her shoulders
surrounded a round face with high cheekbones that often accented a wide smile.
The eyes were dark too, nearly black with flecks of golden amber that seemed
to appear and disappear of their own free will.  She had a knockout face, no
question.  She was also tall.  Yes, a whole inch taller than Tony and skinny
as a broom handle which made her look all that much taller.  Her breasts were
more or less non-existent and her arms and legs not much more than sticks.
And Tony was stuck with her for the wedding.

As the day wore on, Tony did become more comfortable.  Myrna was bright and
articulate and as it turned out, one hell of a dancer.  She was good!  Tony
had always been a good dancer too.  It was something that he did naturally
well.  Together they were easily the most striking couple on the floor.  It
seemed as though they could do anything.  Myrna could follow far better than
anyone he had danced with before.  In his arms, she seemed weightless.  They
had so much fun that Tony asked her out the following week and then again and
again.  Myrna liked Tony from the start.  He was very good looking and such a
snappy dresser.  Everybody knew him.  The best tables in the best restaurants
were always available and it was such fun being chauffeured about in what
seemed to be an endless stream of large expensive automobiles.  She knew that
he was a very important figure in the syndicate.  Organized crime, that is.
Everybody knew that and like Myrna few cared about Tony's business dealings.  

One Saturday he stopped by her apartment.  They had planned to go to a local
amusement park.  Myrna was dressed in a light blue tank top and hip hugging
tight jeans.  She looked like a blue stick with a black mop on one end.  They
embraced as they often did and this time Tony decided to show how very macho
he was.  He swung Myrna about and picked her up and dumped her on the sofa.  A
playful wrestling match began.  


Myrna turned out to be pretty spunky and Tony was surprised to learn that she
was not a total weakling.  She was not much of a challenge though.  Tony was
much stronger and could hold her down with ease.  They were both surprised at
how much they enjoyed the wrestling.  It had never occurred to Tony that Myrna
might like to play wrestle even though she had no real chance to win.  She
said it was a blast and wanted to keep going.  They never did make it to the
park.

Tony was having a great time too.  Myrna wasn't his fantasy woman but he could
sort of pretend that she was.  She had very little in the way of visible
muscle yet she did have some strength.  Tony pinned her a number of times and
also forced her to give up by putting her in painful arm bars, full nelsons,
and scissor holds.  To Myrna's credit she kept trying and now and then Tony
found it annoyingly difficult to get full control of her.  Unknowingly, Myrna
was doing a reasonably good job of helping Tony play out his fantasies.
Wrestling became an important part of their relationship and one sided though
it was as far as results were concerned, they both were enjoying the physical
contact more and more.  After a time, Tony got the idea of having Myrna
straddle him and pin him down and see how long she could hold him.  Myrna had
said that she weighed 120 pounds.  The first time they tried it she held
Tony's wrists above his head and sat on his chest for nearly a minute before
Tony managed to throw her off and pin her.  Myrna claimed that it was nearly
two minutes while Tony argued that is was not even thirty seconds.  He also
accused her of weighing more than 120 pounds.  They went into the bathroom
scale and found that she only weighed 112.  Tony was a little embarrassed that
he hadn't been able to free himself immediately and yet he liked the feeling
of being held by her if only for a short time.  Myrna was proud that she had
been able to do it at all.

Early one evening Tony followed Myrna into the kitchen where she had gone to
get a bottle of wine and some glasses.  They had just arrived at her apartment
and were both in their work clothes of the day.  Myrna was in a white blouse
and dark skirt with dark panty hose underneath.  She had kicked off her shoes
and was padding about in stocking feet.  Tony was dressed in a customary dark
suit and tie except that he had already removed his suit coat and draped it
over a chair as soon as they arrived.  

Myrna had her back to Tony.  He put his arms over and around her shoulders
intending to turn her toward him.  Suddenly Myrna took hold of his wrists and
bent forward.  She had never done this before and to the surprise of both of
them Tony's feet left the floor as Myrna lifted him onto her back with
surprising ease.

"Am I lifting you?"  Myrna squealed in delight because she didn't need an
answer.  She knew that she was somehow supporting Tony's entire weight on her
back.

"Geeze, Myrna!!  You are!!  You can actually lift me!  I can't believe it."

This was a thrill that Tony had never expected and much as he had fantasized
about it, no girl had ever picked Tony up as far back as he could remember.
It only lasted for a few seconds and Myrna straightened up and Tony's feet
were back on the floor.  Tony, of course couldn't let it end there.  They went
into the living room where Tony directed Myrna to lean over and put her hands
on the arm of the sofa for support.  Myrna didn't need any urging.  She was so
pleased with herself that she couldn't wait to try it again.  She took the
bent over position with both arms and legs held stiff for best support.  Tony
put his hands on her upper back, then her shoulders and climbed onto her back.
One at a time Myrna raised an arm and placed it around one of Tony's dangling
legs.  She lost a little of her balance and wavered a bit but raised to a
standing position without any direction from Tony.  Tony had his hands on her
shoulders and there they were.  Myrna was lifting Tony in the classic
piggyback position.

Tony was in heaven.  He had never thought for a moment that this stick of a
woman was actually strong enough to lift him.  "Can you walk?  Can you carry
me around at all," Tony asked?

Myrna took a tentative step.  She wobbled some but took another step.  She
bent over a little and tried to hike Tony into a better position just a little
higher on her back.  It seemed to work.  Straightening up, she turned and
began to walk ever so slowly.  She still wobbled some and Tony did his best to
help with the balance.  She walked the length of the living room, did a wide
turn and came back and then continued on out into the kitchen.  All the time
she was gaining confidence and becoming more and more pleased with herself.
Tony moved his hands down her shoulders so that he could inspect and feel her
upper arms under the tension of the situation.  His fantasy women all had big,
hard, powerful biceps and triceps along with massively muscled forearms that
he imagined were thicker than his own upper arm.  Myrna's arms didn't come
close in size, but the tension did make them surprisingly hard and there did
seem to be a little definition because there certainly wasn't any fat.  

Myrna continued to carry Tony for nearly ten minutes that very first time.
Both were thrilled with the experience, but Tony kept his fantasy to himself.
They didn't wrestle that evening because Tony kept up a steady request for
more piggyback rides.  Myrna tried hard to please Tony and did a pretty good
job of it but after about two hours of intermittent carrying, she collapsed on
the sofa and said she could do no more that evening.  Tony told her how proud
he was of her and then she struck a jokingly proud double bicep pose and said
she couldn't wait to tell her friends at work that she had carried her
boyfriend around on her back.  

"Hold it Myrna.  I don't want you telling anyone that you've been carrying me
around.  Don't get me wrong.  It's great that you can do it but it's no good
for my reputation.  It sounds like you can beat me up and control me and we
both know you can't and I just don't want anybody to get the wrong idea."

Myrna could see that this was upsetting to Tony so she quickly retreated.  "OK
Tony, no problem.  It will be our little secret.  I was just so pleased that I
am able to do it."

With the secretiveness of their game playing settled Tony began wrestling
Myrna about a little rougher than usual to reinforce his position as boss.

Tony really liked the piggyback rides and asked Myrna to do it nearly every
time they were alone.  And then one day Myrna came home wearing really high
spiked heels.  Myrna usually wore heels that were only one or two inches high
but on this day she was wearing one of the few pairs she owned that were
really spikes- probably a full five inches that raised her to about 6'2", a
full size inches taller than Tony.  Usually when Tony approached her for a
piggyback ride she had already stepped out of whatever shoes she had been
wearing but today she had gone directly to the kitchen with a bag of
groceries.  Tony noticed the difference immediately.  It was as though Myrna
was one of the giants of his dreams.  Tony was on tip toes to get his arms
over her shoulders and Myrna knowing what was coming bent over and Tony went
up quicker than ever.  What a thrill Tony got.  He was way off the floor now.
Myrna was a bit unsteady in the heels and wanted to take them off but Tony
said no so off they went.  It was a little slower than usual but not bad.
With all the piggyback rides that she had given Tony she had gotten pretty
good at it and she found it only a little more difficult with the heels. 

Tony began buying shoes for Myrna.  Pumps, sandals, sling backs in a wide
range of colors and styles all with high spike heels were finding their way to
Myrna's closet almost daily.  All of them raised Myrna's height to at least
six inches above Tony's 5'8".  Some of the platform styles raised Myrna to
6'3" or 4".  Tony had found a way to make her more like his fantasy and was
playing it for all it was worth.  He was continually demanding shoe changes
while riding Myrna all over the apartment.  Myrna tried hard to please Tony.
When she first started wearing the heels she had tired and sat down on the
coffee table while still holding Tony on her back.  She tried hard with a lot
of urging from Tony but was unable to stand up again.  Now with all the
carrying and holding that she was doing she found that she could sit on the
table and stand again with some effort and she could do it with the highest
most outrageous platform styles that were now part of her large foot-ware
collection.  

She also started going to the gym early in the morning.  She thought that she
would increase her stamina and maybe even her strength a little so that she
would be able to please Tony even more.  The gym also offered a self-defense
class that she began attending with one of her friends from work.  The
instructor taught a number of moves to help someone get free from an attacker,
possibly incapacitate the attacker giving a person time to get away.  Myrna
enjoyed the class and all the other gym activities.  She only used light
weights to begin with and was reluctant to increase poundage even when the
instructor suggested it.  She was concerned that she might put on too much
weight and displease Tony.  It bothered her because she noticed that her
weight was going up.  The instructor assured her that she was doing just fine
and that the 12 pounds that she had added over a five month period was very
becoming to her still slender figure.  He also explained that the 12 pounds
was essentially all muscle.  Myrna believed him because she was finding it
easier and easier to lift and carry Tony.  She hadn't told Tony about the gym
though because she thought he might not approve.  

Then it happened.

Tony and Myrna were out to one of the restaurants that they frequented.  A
number of Tony's associates were there too.  One of Tony's bodyguards was
Richie Bomber, a big guy about 6'2" and a good 220 pounds.  He wasn't bad
looking but he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed either.  He also had a
mean streak.  Myrna was just coming back from the powder room when it
happened.  She was wearing a lovely silky dark green cocktail dress and
matching pumps.  The heels were only three inches though.  No really tall
spikes were to be worn when she was out with Tony.  The heels still made her
almost four inches taller than him.  Richie was yelling at his girlfriend,
Bonnie for some reason.  They were standing by the booth where they had been
sitting, right in Myrna's path.  Suddenly Richie slapped Bonnie and then
punched her in the stomach knocking her into one of the booth seats.  Bonnie
screamed and then moaned as Richie grabbed her hair and pulled her head up
preparing to smash his fist into her face.  

Without thinking, Myrna reached out and grabbed Richie's wrist to pull him
away. 

"Get the fuck out of the way, Myrna," Richie demanded.

He wrenched his arm to get free of Myrna's grasp.  Without conscious thought
Myrna went into action as she had been taught.  She used his own movements to
her advantage whipping Richie's right arm behind his back and up high on his
shoulder blade.  Stepping slightly behind him in a fluid motion she placed her
foot just below his right knee and stepped on it with all her 124-pound weight
behind all the force she could muster.  At the same time her other hand came
into action so that she was forcing Richie's arm up further in a most
unnatural position with both hands. 

Richie crashed to the tile floor.  Many things happened in what seemed to be
just an instant in time, and all the consequences given to the reader now
would not be known to the observers until a later time.  Richie's knee crashed
into the tile with such force that the tile cracked.  What was not obvious was
that Richie's kneecap was also shattered and cartilage was torn in several
places.  His arm was pulled from its socket and would lie in a grotesque
position behind his back when Myrna released it.  Also, on the way down,
Richie's face smacked hard against the tabletop bouncing, they would say, at
least a foot.  Exaggeration though the description was, the blow had the
telling effect of breaking his nose and neatly removing three of his upper
front teeth.  Richie was out cold.  Myrna had destroyed one of the mobs
toughest musclemen in less than five seconds.  

Tony had just stepped from the men's room and was on the other side of the
room when it happened but he had a clear view of the whole thing.   The din of
voices was everywhere.

"Did you see that, I think she broke his arm."

"She threw him down like he was nothin'."

"I think she killed him."

"She just like, body slammed him.  How could she do that to Richie?  She must
be strong as an ox."

Tony went into action.  "Eddie, get her out of here. Get the car and meet me
in the front - NOW!"

He felt for Richie's pulse.  It was strong.  "Call 911 - tell 'um some thug
ambushed Richie and got away."


As Tony made his way to the door he heard someone say, "That's no lie, except
maybe for the ambushed part."  Nervous laughter followed Tony out the door.

The big black Mercedes limousine was at the door with Myrna sitting alone in
the back.  To Myrna Tony said, "He'll live."  To Eddie, the driver he said,
"To the penthouse."  They rode in silence.

Tony's mind was racing.  How could this be?  Myrna was a skinny slip of a
woman.  Yeah, she was stronger than she looked but she was no match for
himself and he had just seen her demolish one of the toughest guys in the mob.
One thing for sure - Myrna had some explaining to do.  

Tony's penthouse was a marvelous place.  The three top floors plus a large
section of the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city gave it the
reputation as the fanciest digs in town.  Myrna had only been there a few
times.  They had done all their game playing at her place because it was
comfortable and very private.  

Myrna was very nervous.  What was Tony going to do?  Was this the end of their
relationship?  Not knowing what to say she kept silent.

Tony said nothing until they reached the great room of the penthouse.  

"How the hell were you able to do that to Richie?"

Myrna stammered and then murmured something and then told Tony about the gym
and the training she had been taking.  It just flowed out in a steady stream
how she had been working out just so she could please him and that the self
defense thing had just been a sort of accident and she had only wanted to
please him and she had never done anything like that before and all she wanted
to do was get Richie to stop beating up on Bonnie and on and on and on.

Tony said, "Take off your dress, I want to look at you." 

Myrna just starred.  She and Tony had never even had an argument.  Not even a
little one.  She had always done as he asked and although he was demanding, he
was never mean or threatening.  This was different.  She began to think that
their relationship might be over.  Her hesitation infuriated Tony.  "TAKE OFF
THE DRESS!!!!"

Myrna did as she was told.  The dress dropped, encircling her feet.  Tony
starred.  Myrna was no longer the mop handle that Tony expected to view.
Slim, yes.  Skinny, definitely not.  Myrna's figure was like that of a tall
fitness competitor.  Tony's eyes were drawn first to her middle.  Myrna
actually had a six-pack of abdominal muscles that showed.  Her shoulders were
noticeable broad and she had hips!  Yeah, she had hips, and thighs and calves
and biceps and triceps too!  Myrna looked fit, no question about it.  

Tony grabbed her and flipped her to the floor.  He straddled her and pinned
her wrists above her head.  Myrna did not resist.  "Now let's see how tough
you are, let me see you get out of this."

"Tony, please!"

"Common, fight me.  Try as hard as you can!"

Myrna made her decision.  She wriggles and twisted and surprised herself at
how quickly she rolled Tony to the side and began to pin him.  In surprise,
Tony relaxed his legs and without thinking Myrna took over with an expertly
applied grapevine.  She hadn't ever applied such a hold before and knew it
only from a hazy recollection of something she saw on TV.  She slammed Tony's
legs wide open and was rewarded with a loud scream.  "YEOW! Myrna - no, no,
NO, STOP!  PLEASE!"

Myrna relaxed the hold some but did not let go.  She had his wrists pinned
above his head.  He was helpless.  Just then the phone rang.  

"Let me up," Tony ordered.

"No, let it ring," Myrna disobeyed Tony for the first time.

Tony struggled violently.  He managed to get one arm up and then the other but
Myrna twisted them and now Tony was trapped even worse with his arms wrapped
in front of him as though he were hugging himself.  

"Give up!"  It was a demand, not a question.  Without waiting for an answer
Myrna slammed Tony's legs wide again.  

"OK, I give, I give," Tony said quickly.

Myrna let him up.  Tony couldn't believe what had just happened.  They talked.
It became obvious that neither of them had realized that Myrna had been
getting stronger and stronger because of all the lifting and carrying she had
been doing for Tony.  Coupled with the work and training in the gym, Myrna had
packed on some serious muscle along with some knowledge of how to use it
effectively.  Because Tony was so thrilled with the lifting and carrying,
there had been no serious wrestling in quite some time and therefore no real
test of Myrna's physical improvement.  

At Tony's request they wrestled several more times.  Tony could not control
her.  No matter what advantage he started with, Myrna would simply overpower
him in a very workmanlike manner.  It was maddening and Tony loved it.  His
fantasy was being fulfilled.  

The phone rang again.  It was Richie.  He was in the hospital and was being
kept overnight with further examinations planned to be followed by surgery on
the knee.  Tony told him that Myrna was still really pissed and had threatened
to break Richie's other leg if he didn't apologize to her and Bonnie as soon
as he got out of the hospital.  Tony also told him that Myrna was an
accomplished martial artist who should not be trifled with.  On top of all his
other aches and pains, Richie was now reduced to a heap of quivering jelly. 

Tony clicked off the phone, smiling.  "Wanna be my new bodyguard?"

"No thanks", said Myrna.  "I'm gonna be your wife."

Tony's fantasy was in full swing.  He was happy beyond expectations.  Myrna
was happy too, and she realized something that Tony hadn't.  A major role
reversal was also in full swing.  

End.