AMAZON ANTHOLOGY  VOL. 1 
by Nadia Black - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest

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Before Senior Prom

I was sitting a bit scared when I heard Ashley ring the doorbell. She was a
nice girl, and we were going steady for a bit before this all started. But she
had something about her that made it kind of difficult to do anything with her
sometimes. Well, she had a few things about her, not the least of which was
her competitive streak. That streak especially applied to boys, and, as I
would learn, especially to boys with whom she had some kind of romantic
attraction. She was three months older than me, already 19 and set up to
attend the same college as me. We were a mature couple, I suppose.

Mom herded me to the front door like she was some kind of sheep dog, and I
ended up opening it before I even really had a chance to consider what was
going to be on the other side. "Hey there, pipsqueak" came her beautiful voice
before she reached out and pinched me on the cheek. I had to look up at
her...she wore heels. I was taller than her at 6' 2", but only by about three
inches. And in her stilettos, she had reversed my height advantage. But that
wasn't all she had made clear with her appearance, as she made apparent when
she walked through the door.

Ashley was wearing a pretty skin-exposing dress, one that had no shoulder
straps and barely covered any thigh, so a whole lot of her body was on
display. And that body was a pretty well-built one. "You like what you see?"
she asked, flexing her arms as soon as she walked through the door. She had to
have done some sort of serious arm workout right before, no way her arms were
that big without getting a pump on, I told myself as she showed them both off
for me. I tried to look away from the amazing display of muscularity she was
putting on, but she only wrapped her arms around me and made sure that I had
to face the facts...and those facts were that my prom date's arms totally blew
any muscle group of mine out of the water! Ashley fluttered her big eyelashes
at me as she grabbed my waist.

"You two look so cute together!" My mom announced. It wasn't untrue, I guess.
I mean I consider myself pretty handsome, and Ashley had a knock-out face, was
wearing her blonde mane in a nicely styled drape, and had tastefully used
make-up to compliment her already very pretty facial features. But she had to
make it clear who was in charge, she had to grab me tightly and jam her lips
against mine, shove her tongue into my mouth, grab both of my buttocks roughly
as she kissed me from above. Her strength was stunning and she showed it off
to me. I knew I wouldn't be able to break out of her hold if I tried. Not that
I wanted to, necessarily...but didn't like how she had to show off this kind
of thing to everybody.

"Wait, let me get a few more snaps" my mom said, giggling a bit as she took a
picture of our kiss from several angles. I was blushing immediately, not
really excited about having this moment permanently recorded for posterity,
nor in the idea that my mom was so excited about the two of us engaging in any
kind of romantic business. But Ashley kept me secure, and when she broke the
kiss it was only so she could hold me in a different way, then prop me up, and
suddenly have me held up in a bridal carry, smiling as she held me aloft
before her chest, as my mom snapped more photos of the two of us.

I was aware of the fact that I looked like a total wimp in comparison to my
girlfriend, and it frustrated and excited me. Everything about Ashley tended
to frustrate and excite me at the same time, she took pleasure in how I
squirmed, holding me tighter the more uncomfortable I got. When mom had
stopped taking pictures, I took a chance and looked her in the face, amazed by
how utterly effortless her expressions were as she held me up. I waved at her
and she re-angled my body, bringing me in for a passionate kiss even as she
still held me in a princess carry, making sure that I was totally helpless to
stop her tongue from invading my mouth. Not that I really wanted to avoid that
kind of thing. It's just nice sometimes to have a say in how she'd kiss me.
The smooch lasted longer than I could keep track of before my buff blonde date
placed me down on my feet, and subjected me to another humiliation...hugging
me from behind and smiling for the camera.

I saw mom take a few more photos of me as Ashley just smiled at the camera.
Her cheek rubbed against my cheek, and for whatever reason, I couldn't really
feel bad about any of this any more. I just kind of felt like ... .well, like
she was a really sweet girlfriend. Her big, muscular arms pulled me in a bit
more tightly, I looked down and saw how incredibly muscular her limbs really
looked. They felt so firm against me, like a blanket warming me up at night
and as she breathed into my ear I started to succumb to her spell over me.

"You two look so cute in these!" my mom said, turning her phone around and
going through a few of the photos she had just taken. Ashley giggled and I
looked down, seeing the various photographs of me next to my girlfriend...and
I realized that I looked like a complete wimp next to her! She looked like an
Amazonian goddess, like somebody who could have easily manhandled me with no
effort on her part, like someone who was dating me as more of a little pet
than a boyfriend on equal footing.

"Ohhh, we look so cute together!" Ashley declared, swiping to one in
particular "You have a great smile, babe" she told me before kissing me on the
cheek, and suddenly I felt bad about feeling like such a wimp in comparison to
her. "Maybe we should get some that have a better view of my legs, though. I
mean if I'm gonna freeze 'em outside I may as well get to show them off in
perpetuity" she mused, before pulling me aside "Maybe you could get on the
floor and throttle my leg like on an album cover?" she suggested, mom laughed
out loud at that, I hoped she was joking.

"Well, Ashley...what if we did a few where I carried you?" I suggested, then
suddenly "if you were horizontal, I think your legs would be on display!" and
she got closer to me, hugging me and grabbing my shoulders. And then I reached
under her, and she made sure she would be horizontal in my arms as I slowly,
agonizingly picked her up. I don't mean to offend her when I say that I
realized about when I picked her up that muscle does indeed way more than fat,
and in practical terms that means that picking up an amazon and keeping her up
is a LOT harder than it looks. A few photos were taken before Ashley
dismounted from me, looking at the pictures again I heard a laugh coming from
her mouth before she pulled me in.

"Look at this!" she said, pointing at the phone itself, as I tried to pick her
up. Her body was hanging down from where I wanted it, and my face was looking
absolutely agonized in my attempt to hold her up. "Wait, what do I look like?"
she said. I was amazed by the ease she seemed to display in those, the way her
face just seemed happy to have me in her arms, the way she seemed completely
satisfied with me...her huge arms too. I gulped in humiliation, and Ashley
grabbed me by the shoulder "Thanks for the pics, Miss Anderson, I'll make sure
to bring your boy home in one piece!" she said, and my mom laughed at that
little comment as I was dragged from the house.

The emasculation I was going through did not soon stop, I found myself pushed
into the passenger's seat of the car that we were going to take, my girlfriend
smiling at me as she got in the driver's seat "You ready for a nice date?" she
asked me, her hand reaching across the gear shift, squeezing my thigh. I tried
not to sigh at the grip she was applying, her forearms bulging in knotted
cords of muscle as she leaned over, dreamily staring at me with a great smile
still on her face. I patted the top of her hand "So...you wanna drive us
there?" I asked her sheepishly.

"Course I do," she said "I am the better driver, and I am the one with the
car" she pointed out, which I supposed was objectively true. "Besides," she
said, her finger lightly bumped my nose "You are my pretty princess, and I'll
do anything to keep my princess nice and safe and cozy with me," she said, her
smile spreading as I looked at her and felt weird about our relationship.

"Don't call me a princess," I said. I didn't know if I meant it as more of a
request or as more of an order, but I know that my girlfriend barely seemed to
process what I said, her eyes sticking back to the road as she continued to
drive through it as if nothing had happened. "I don't like when you refer to
me that way," I said, a bit louder, but no more confident.

Ashley kept one hand on the wheel as she stretched her arm across the car.
Then she started to flex that arm. I was mere inches away from one of the most
astoundingly powerful-looking biceps I had ever seen on anybody, certainly one
that looked stronger than any I had ever seen on a man, flex before me.
Humiliation and arousal mixed together once again as I saw it take shape, the
peak poking upward as my girlfriend bent her elbow ninety degrees. What was
her game? "Kiss my arm," she said as if I hadn't made a complaint to her
earlier. I felt so small and belittled as I leaned in and obeyed her order,
obediently smooching her wonderfully muscular limb as she drove the two of us
as she saw fit.

"See, wasn't so bad, was it, princess?" she asked, tickling my chin a little
bit "See, the problem you and me are going to encounter, that I hope we can
find some way to fix, is that you are always going to be embarrassed by how
much you love my big, strong, domineering muscles'' her voice was utterly
seductive, I couldn't help but hang on every word that came from her big,
pouty lips "But you also love them. You love how big they are, you love how
strong they are, you love being my big wimpy weak boy-toy princess" she
grabbed my arm "You love how much stronger I am than you. The idea that I can
always make you look like a wimp, make you feel like a wimp, make you
completely subservient to my power?" Suddenly her hand left my arm, darting
lower and feeling my crotch "I'd say it makes you pretty excited, doesn't it?"

"N-not in the car" I moaned as her hand stroked my cock through my pants,
getting me way more excited than it should have. She had touched me a few
times before, sure, we had gone pretty far even if we never "had sex" as such.
But something about the way she was touching me, the way she was dominating
me, the way she so utterly took complete command of me without even taking her
eyes off the road...it did something for me. It maybe did something to me.
Whatever it was, I was glued to her every word, as interested in her as I was
worried she would do something scary. Her hand kept working my shaft, and I
sighed.

"Oh yeah, you love when I touch you despite your resistance, don't you? Don't
pretend I haven't felt the way you get hard when I kiss you against your will,
the way you breathe when I hold you down under my breasts, and don't let you
out until you have worshipped them to my satisfaction. I know you are really
into being dominated. I know that because you are a male and I am a female"
she smiled evilly, despite keeping her eyes on the road.

"Did I tell you I'm taking your virginity tonight? I am still on the fence
about how I'm going to do it, but I very much like the idea that you won't
have any say in it" she said, stroking me even faster "Using my big, strong
muscles to take you against your will, to force you to do what I want you to,
with no say of your own? To make you into little more than my fuck-toy? To
mount you and get my fill as you impotently struggle beneath me, unable to do
a single thing to stop me from getting my fill of you? All those things and
more have been the subjects of my fantasy leading to this. A few other girls
have talked about raping their boyfriends tonight, about becoming real women
so they show men what a real man is...maybe I should do the same with you" her
words were terrifying me, but the way she was saying them, the actions she
performed while saying them, everything just made me that much more aroused as
she did it. I tried to sigh, but only found myself vertically moaning in her
deadly grip.

I opened my mouth and tried to speak with her, tried to reason with her. But
her hand continued working me over, and I found I had nothing inside of me to
say to her. I merely felt her continue to work on my crotch. "It would be
adorable," Ashley said, speaking quietly as if she were flirting with me "If I
just made you cum right now. You would have to wear that embarrassing stain on
you for the whole prom," she said, before suddenly stopping at a red light
"But, then again, if I did that it could also make me look bad by comparison"
she suddenly let go of my crotch. Her hand moved to my left hand, picking it
up and checking my watch "Wow, looks like we have maybe another hour and a
half before they vote on king and queen, that gives me plenty of time, doesn't
it?" she asked rhetorically, letting go of me and speeding up.

I whimpered to her slightly, unsure what to say...what could I say in a
situation like this. She was taking me somewhere out of the way "What are you
doing to me?" I asked her, not really wanting to know the answer.

"Oh, nothing much" she wistfully answered "Just showing you the proper place
of a boy in this world of ours," she said venomously, taking us into a dark
parking lot of some abandoned shop. I saw one street light was on in the
middle of it, one that she drove her car directly to. She put it in neutral
and stretched her arms, making sure to grab me behind the head as she yawned
loudly and aggressively. "You know, at a time like this, I sure could use some
cuddling from my adorably weak little boyfriend. Could he give them to me? Or
am I gonna have to take them myself?"

I wriggled around in her grip, finding that the hold she had on the back of my
head was pretty unbreakable. I whimpered at her, she pretty much just ignored
that and brought me in closer. "You know, you do things to me, baby," she said
as she brought my head down to her lap. Her powerful thighs were pressing
against my head. I could feel the pulsing of her blood from them, "Kiss my big
muscular legs before I use them to crack your head open" and I was sure she'd
do it. I went in and began kissing the warm, smooth, inviting flesh as she
lightly began to sign in satisfaction. "Where was I? Oh, yeah. I really do
like you, baby. I think we could go steady for a while" she played with my
hair as I kissed her thighs. It was oddly therapeutic. "But the thing is, I
drive. Every decision we have is mine. Every time we dance, I lead. When we
kiss, my tongue invades your mouth. When we wrestle, I win. And when you piss
me off, I punish you at my discretion. That is the way that things are gonna
go between us."

"Do they have-" she slammed my face back into her thigh. I sighed, continuing
to kiss her as my beautiful blonde girlfriend kept on lecturing me and forcing
me downward.

"I wasn't finished, boy. I was saying that I command you, that I command this
relationship. You don't like it? Tough. You'll Have to learn to. By the way,
you aren't allowed to break up with me. Try it and I'll just keep pulling you
out and forcing you to do stuff with me, you know you're too weak to stop me
and your mom likes me too much to tell me I can't" and that feels completely
accurate to me. I kept on going down on her muscular thighs and she kept on
moaning for me, kept on encouraging me to go down on her harder and harder,
leaning back and sighing to nothing in particular as my lips brought her
pleasure after pleasure.

"You know...I do like your lips. And raping you before prom even starts may
actually be more than I need to do" she said, adjusting herself in her seat so
her back leaned against the window, she suddenly had her crotch facing
directly at my face. I could see her lacy panties that failed to actually
cover anything up facing me. "So why don't you just make me cum a few times,
and then we can go to the dance, and then we can see where we go from there,
huh?"

I was terrified as I sent my head in, her powerful thighs were around me,
pressing inward on my skull as I moved her panties to the side and began to
kiss her down there, began to lick at her clitoris and lightly tease her labia
as she sighed "Don't stop" she moaned, her heels loudly clicking as she
pressed them into the window on my side of the car "Well, not unless you want
me to squish that little skull of yours."

And so I dug in, eating her out aggressively, doing every trick I knew to make
sure she experienced as much pleasure as possible, hoping that I could satisfy
her enough that she'd be nicer to me. I feared for my life, stimulating her as
she did nothing to stimulate me, but I was aroused beyond belief by the
situation I was in, and I nearly found myself cumming when I finally worked an
orgasm out of her.

Maybe I would like our dynamic. I didn't have much time to consider it,
because she shoved me back in a few minutes after she had cum the first time.
I hoped we'd make it to the dance and I wouldn't just stay here working my
tongue out as she threatened to smash my head in. But in the end, as with
everything else that happened in our lives together, that decision would be
entirely up to her.

Butch Bar Bully

Barbara licked her lips as she rode her bike through the desert. She proudly
wore the patches and jacket of the Arizona Amazon Motorcycle Club, but today
she rode on her own. She was a lone wolf, just hunting for amusement and a
small meal or two tonight. And her hunting grounds were coming up right before
her. A bar she heard some tough guys hung out in, a bar that would have known
her gang, a bar that may have known her or may have seen her as a myth. A bar
that had everything she could ever ask for.

People were engaged in drinking when the doors exploded open to reveal
Barbara's form. They were also engaged in other activities...arm wrestling,
bare-knuckle boxing, five finger fillet, some were hitting on the floozies who
usually inhabited this particular establishment...but all looked at the door
when Barbara made her entrance when she showed herself off to the world within
with absolute pride in how she looked. The woman stood at a stunning 6 '6",
her boots slightly enhancing her height beyond that. When she took her helmet
off she let everybody know she was wearing her hair short on the left side and
shaved on the right. When she took her jacket off and sat there in her tank
top and jeans, everybody could see just how absurdly muscular she was. Her
arms looked like she was smuggling footballs inside of them, her legs were
thicker than most of the other womens' waists, and still showed muscular
definition through her tight jeans. But nobody who looked at Barbara would
have any doubt of her being a woman.

She showed off a whole lot of her cleavage, breasts that were tight and firm
despite their size, breasts tattooed with daggers and roses that promised many
other tattoos if one was to inspect the other parts of them that her clothing
covered. Barbara's hips were wider than her shoulders, although only a bit
wider, and her tank top emphasized how her body was naturally wide enough to
put the vast majority of men to shame.

She sauntered to the bar, swinging around the little bit of red hair she had
on the left side of her head before she finally got there. She finally got on
a stool as the metal base creaked ever so slightly from her colossal but super
dense body resting upon it. She looked at the man across from her and pursed
her lips in a sexually aggressive manner. The guy looked back at her,
initially confused at the much larger woman seeming to flirt with him. Then
she flexed her mighty left arm for him, showing him a muscular limb that made
any part of him look wimpy by comparison. The man attacked at that point,
throwing a punch at her torso.

He was a bit drunk, sure, but he was still a 200+ lb man, throwing with some
real oomph behind him, and his first hit her belly and just kind of deflected
off. "Bad idea," Barbara said, before reaching her hand for him and grabbing
him behind his head "I eat guys like you for breakfast, and I'm very hungry
right now," she said, before slamming him face-first into her cleavage, making
sure he was nice and deep in there as he moaned for escape and she just
laughed. The woman got him as far in as she could manage, and then flexed her
pectoral muscles around his head, then she removed her hand from him, pulling
a cigarette from her pocket and casually lighting it.

The man beat her around her torso as she took the first drag off smoke, but he
was unable to break free from the hold that her constricting breasts were
placed upon him, unable to breathe through the thick meaty flesh that was
eating him up. And in a few short moments, he fell unconscious. Only then did
she relax her chest and let him fall out, limp and useless as he fell upon the
floor. "You know," she said casually "As strong as my upper body is, my lower
body is even stronger" as she freely challenged the entire rest of the bar.

Many men looked at Barbara as she showed herself off, inviting competition and
controversy, clearly looking for some degree of trouble. Still, the berth
around her was surprisingly wide, many people trying not to look in her
general direction. "Maybe they're too scared" she speculated under their
breath, before finding a particularly hot waitress walking by "Hey babe,"
Barbara said to the smaller, impressionable-looking woman opposite her "When
your shift gets off, you wanna ride my Harley with me?" asked the beautifully
butch woman, a smirk coming across her face.

The waitress, a blonde girl in a half shirt that displayed a rocking set of
abs merely covered her mouth and giggled "Oh, gee...maybe" she said, before
reaching out "Your arms are pretty amazing" observed the waitress. Barbara
leaned in, letting the waitress press her free hand against a wall of butch,
superpowered muscle as the blonde's other hand held up a platter of drinks.
"Oh, wow," said the blonde, almost mesmerized as she kept on feeling the
muscle, caressing it with her fingers as she continued to look down at the
body of the woman.

"Hey, you okay there?" Barbara asked, seeing the waitress drop her platter.
Like a rattlesnake, Barb's other hand shot out and grabbed the platter, from
the side, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. And just like that,
she held the large plastic disk with several pounds of drink on it, as if it
was an effort at all.

The waitress looked to her side, seeing the feat of strength, admiring Barb's
forearm "You have some powerful hands" said the waitress, flustered and
embarrassed, but also impressed and curious about the situation. She reached
out and grabbed the platter from the bottom, carefully balancing it on her
hand again.

"Powerful, but gentle," Barbara said, lightly playing with the waitress's hair
"You do not have a boyfriend I can show off to?"

"No, haven't really been in a relationship for a few months" the waitress
responded.

"Hmm, maybe I could still get my jollies" Barb shrugged, before slapping the
woman on the bottom of her daisy dukes, soliciting a yelp followed by a rush
to her table. Barb liked that girl, certainly, but she wasn't exactly the kind
of trouble Barb was looking to get into tonight. Maybe she'd have to actually
go out of her way to challenge somebody today.

At the arm-wrestling table, she found a few guys who looked like it would be
fun to dominate. A particular mountain of flesh seemed to be dominating
against all comers. He was in a jacket like hers, his shoulders seeming
enormous under it, and he had an easy time leveraging his weight against all
comers. Barb considered him, flexing her own mighty arms in his direction,
gaining his ire.

"Hey, you the lady that knocks people out with her tits?" asked the man,
smiling at her through his beard. "Maybe I could have a turn in there" and
Barb looked back at him, smiling. Macho men often flirted with her
aggressively and called her ugly and unfuckable. She had found pretty
consistently that most were actually very sexually attracted to her, despite
trying to frame their catcalls and flirtations as nothing but attempts to
humiliate her.

"Actually, that sounds fun," she said, getting in close and staring the man
down, placing her own heavy arms on the table, "Although honestly, I'm more of
a lower-body girl. I am sure that you could imagine how badly I could fuck a
guy like you up with my thighs...but you aren't really my type."

"Naw, last I checked I ain't a lady," said the man opposite her.

"Well, I never said I only liked ladies," Barbara said as she placed her elbow
on the table, opposite his "I just...well, I prefer a guy small enough that I
can fit him in my nooks and crannies, is all. Don't worry, though, babe.
Plenty of butch bullies like big guys they can squeeze and toss around, too.
Hell, a couple of them are in my club" she said, licking her black lips "Maybe
I could introduce you to one...but I think you would need a small gal, I doubt
you could handle the bigger ones'' and with that, she slammed his palm into
hers, and their grips found themselves battling for a moment. And the lady
looked into the man's eyes, feeling him press down.

The two of them pressed inward at the same time, both feeling harsh resistance
from the other. The man grunted and groaned in surprise, unable to properly
use his weight "Bigger stronger arms than you expected?" the lady suggested,
continuing to keep him completely at bay "Can't quite press down with the
force you want? It must suck to have to stay there and continue uselessly
trying to knock my arm down, knowing that I can resist you as long as I damn
well please" the Amazon woman said, before slowly starting to press his arm
down. "You know, I think I could end this early," she said, but then swung her
arm to the other side "But I want to see what happens when I let you try your
best against me", her smile spreading nearly from a to ear as she let him
press as much of his power as possible into her challenging arm.

He grunted in the effort, continuing to press more and more of his colossal
weight down on her hand, still trying to overpower her. Everybody looked on in
fear and respect as her arm kept in place, the muscle on it peaking far beyond
what anybody thought it possibly could have. Her hand kept his in place as she
yawned loudly. It was a skill he had built up, how to look totally casual even
when putting in her maximum effort. She essentially held up half the man
mountain's body weight, and then suddenly she straightened her hand out,
bringing him back to neutral as she looked dreamily into his eyes, "But maybe
you could never handle any woman like me at all. Maybe I shouldn't even
consider getting anybody as your little playmate" she suggested, continuing to
press against his arm, continuing to totally overpower him, continuing to make
sure she pressed down on him as hard as she possibly could.

And then suddenly his hand smacked right into the table, the crunch once more
making the entire bar look toward her, his hand seriously cracking the
4-inch-thick oak tabletop. She stood up and yawned, stretching her body out.
"Seems like the little man has no chance against me," she said, watching him
nurse his hurt hand. She turned away from him, and one of his cronies faced
her down.

The man before him was kind of cute, but she didn't care much for his facial
hair. Not the kind of guy she usually liked to dominate. But the lock and
chain he was swinging in his hand looked interesting enough. He swung it at
her chest. She supposed he wasn't trying to seriously injure her, just teach
her a lesson. She easily grabbed the lock in her hand, crushing it down in her
grip as her smile began to intimidate the guy opposite her. "That key on your
neck?" she asked, snapping it off of him and unlocking the padlock serving as
the head of his hardware flailed.

People looked on as she wrapped the chain around her left bicep, getting it as
tight as she could around the muscle in its unflexed state. She got it where
she wanted it, and then locked the chain in place feeling it ever so slightly
pressing down, constricting the blood flow of her arm. "You know where this is
going," she said, looking back on the men at the table as she began to bend
her elbow. She was at about a ninety-degree angle as the chain was finally
stretched nearly beyond its ability to keep in place. She licked her lips and
blew kisses to the men. And then suddenly the chain snapped, flinging itself
onto the table. "Good lock, looks like it's stronger than the links of the
chain," she said, holding it up, "You boys can fight over who gets the
souvenir," she said, before running around, looking for something else in the
giant bar, looking for some real fun.

She saw a cage in the back, a few men going at it with one another, boxing at
each other and grappling a bit...apparently, there weren't any rules in there.
She considered going in and tearing one of them apart. Maybe even fucking him
right there in the middle of the cage, making sure that he got every inch of
her superiority. But she considered not doing that too, walking through the
bar to a place where she saw four cute guys sharing a meal together. They were
eating some pretty unhealthy-looking food for such cute guys. Maybe they were
really working out that much, maybe they were just gonna take pictures of it
and post them on social media. "Hey there," she said, walking to the table and
picking up a hamburger, taking a bite of it, and looking down at the four of
them. Immediately all four of them stood up. This was going to be a fun
confrontation, wasn't it? She flexed her arms a hit, looking at the men as
they slowly circled around her, the four of them all staring at her. She tried
to decide which one she wanted to take home tonight. They all had certain
qualities she liked, certainly.

Barbara licked her lips, considering how exactly she was going to crush this
particular group of males. She flexed both of her arms a bit, letting the
muscles dance as the guys looked on in confusion and a bit of terror. "Come
get some when you need some," she said simply, and a fist hit her side. The
man who attacked took a step back, nursing his hurt knuckles just as one of
his friends smashed a chair across Barb's back. The Amazon looked back at the
guy who had done that. "No use destroying good furniture," she said, before
wrapping her index finger and thumb around the man's neck, choking him into
unconsciousness in mere seconds with only those two fingers.

The other two came, of course, and Barb didn't have much trouble catching one
with a punch to the gut and the other with a knee to the chin. The fun could
start then, one of them getting his face shoved into her exposed armpit as she
surrounded the other's torso between her huge, powerful thighs. Barbara
squeezed both of them "Oh, you boys struggle so good. I think I'll have a lot
of trouble deciding between you" she sighed as she increased the pressure a
bit, hearing both of them scream even harder.

And then, suddenly, all the men were dropped like dead weight, slamming into
the hardwood floor. She picked them up again, their arms and legs straining
against her limbs, trying to stop her from properly loading them in. But she
had no need for any restraint, and the nonsense resistance of the men were all
easily squished before her mighty muscles...and then she stood with all locked
into humiliating positions. One was between her thighs in a reverse
headscissors, one in each arm beneath her mighty muscles, and one was stuffed
in the front of her shirt, her large breasts holding down his head. She
thought it was a very nice situation for all involved indeed.

Barbara squeezed some yells and moans from the four of them, impressing the
entire bar...before she decided to start bringing their mouths to her own,
aggressively kissing them on the lips. She enjoyed the two in her arms, nearly
suffocating each one of them with her tongue before flinging them away. The
one removed from her shirt did actually pass out in her passionate embrace, so
she dropped him on the floor and pulled out the man from her reverse
headscissor. He looked exhausted "Like the smell in there?" she asked
aggressively.

He had no idea how to answer, but she knew exactly how to check, her hand
landing on his crotch and feeling his bulge, feeling that he was indeed quite
aroused. Her mouth pressed into his, tasting her own delicious sweat all over
him, she became overwhelmed with the man before her. "Oh, handsome, you have
no idea how unlucky you are," she said, placing him over her shoulder and
walking back to the front of the bar, grabbing her jacket before she walked
out.

The man woke up on her bike, facing backward, the woman's enormous torso
taking up his entire field of vision. Breasts smothered his head just a bit as
she grabbed the handlebars. "I'd suggest you worship my superior body as I
ride out," she said plainly, and he began doing just that. Barbara moaned as
she rode across the road, her new little slave for the day kissing her more or
less where she wanted to be kissed. She honestly preferred a variety of
worshipping styles, training slaves to do the same thing every time was never
something she really wanted to be caught up in. This new wimp was good enough
that, combined with the vibrations, she found herself shivering with ecstasy a
few times before she stopped.

It was on an arbitrary stretch of highway that the woman dismounted, still
holding the man before her as she got off, she unzipped his hands and then
wrapped her arms around him as she plunged him into the sand. Her pelvis
collided with his, again and again, her face going a deep red as she moaned
for everything she loved.

He was blown away by the strength and softness in her pussy, trying his best
not to cum prematurely. She pumped away on him, cumming herself, she found the
pulsings were enough to get him to erupt inside of her. It was a nice-feeling
load, one that had her continuing to cuddle him close for a little bit,
squeezing him powerfully to further assert her dominance over him. This was a
good night of hunting for her.

Fitness Teacher

Meredith was amazed at what she saw when she walked into the gym, looking at
her new personal trainer's physique. The other woman could have been a few
years younger than her, could have been a few years older. Could have been way
older, she supposed, considering how good of shape she kept herself in, but
Meredith badly wished that this wasn't some fifty-year-old woman who was in
better shape than most girls in their twenties. Or guys, for that matter ...

"Hey" said the instructor, walking right up to Clara, smiling down at her and
holding her broad body out, proudly showing who she was to the woman before
her. Meredith tried not to say anything but found her eyes going up and down
her gym instructor's body.

The woman had a pair of sneakers on, those were pretty standard, but above
that things got pretty amazing. Her calves were huge for a woman her size,
looking like they could push her up a mountain or let her jump on top of a
roof. The tights that the instructor had on made no secret of the powerful
muscles she had below her body, made no secret of how amazing she looked.
Meredith's eyes went over the long calves of the woman to her powerful-looking
thighs, the muscles were not insanely cut, but they looked powerful and
flexible. Meredith's eyes went up, to the wide hips on the woman, hips that
made Meredith presume she must have had an awesome butt, to the incredibly cut
abs that were on the instructor's tapered waist. The brown skin was shining
slightly in a sheen of sweat, exploding slightly with every breath. And then
Meredith looked further up at the chest of the woman, a green sports bra
covered a pair of breasts that must have been at least DDs, and at eye level
with Meredith were a pair of broad, muscular shoulders that spoke of a great
power. Meredith cleared her throat.

"Something wrong?" the tall woman asked at Meredith, who immediately blushed,
realizing she was staring.

"No, nothing," said the blonde, extending her hand "I'm Meredith, your new
s-student"

"Oh, hey there, I am Clara," said the big brown woman. The name seemed normal
enough, but the accent the instructor put on the first "a" of her name made
her think that she was from some kind of exotic origin, although Meredith
wasn't comfortable asking. She found her eyes wandering across the
instructor's body, across the arms and...Jesus Christ she had a pair of arms
on her! Meredith saw the biceps flexing for the position the handshake
required, and she didn't know if she had ever dated a guy with arms that big.
Her eyes went back down to the thighs of her instructor...she didn't suppose
she had ever dated a guy with such muscular legs, either. "We can go find out
your basic level of fitness, can't we Meredith...can I call you Mara?" asked
the tall woman as she broke the handshake and began to gather her hair.

Mara? That wasn't a nickname for Meredith "Of course you can" she said,
looking up at the big green eyes on the woman as Clara stared down at her.

"Great, Mara and Clara, come with me and the two of us will do some exercise"
said Clara as she grabbed Mara's arms. The shorter blonde woman wasn't
bad-looking herself. She was a bit thin, but very toned, fit-looking, and
seemed like somebody who could do some serious exercise, even if her limbs
looked too thin to be all that strong. But Clara saw a lot of potential for
strength in Mara's body, she wondered if she could turn Mara into a real
muscle hulk, like her.

"Are you okay?" Meredith asked, looking up at the tall woman who seemed to be
drifting off into space. Clara seemed to blush slightly and then pulled the
blonde woman into a room to set her up for some basic exercising.

"Oh no, just...nothing important," the bigger woman said, looking at her
exercise partner, then making sure that the doors were closed and locked, and
started off in her plan to impress and woo the woman before her. She expected
she wouldn't have to put too much effort into that, but she'd put in the
effort anyway because Clara always liked a challenge.

Meredith looked around the room, there was a treadmill, there were a ton of
free weights, there was a scale...what all was she going to find out here?
Clara started by measuring Meredith's height, 5' 5", and finding her weight
"140 pounds" said the brown-skinned girl...definitely some kind of Latina,
although Meredith could not for the life of her place the accent anywhere in
particular "140, heavier than you look" said Clara as she reached down and
pinched her new student's bicep "Wow, the muscle is a bit firm" Clara said,
punching the woman's thigh, too "VERY firm" she said, her lips expanding into
a bit of a cheshire smile that she aimed directly at the woman opposite her.
And the woman, for her part, found herself quite charmed by that sultry grin.

"Nothing crazy, but I do like working out...I do like having some nice muscle
in me, and feeling like I am strong enough to do a bit of physical labor or
defend myself slightly" the blonde in the red sports bra answered, trying to
sound nonchalant despite her incredible excitement, she was excited enough she
went ahead and asked "What are you, six one?"

"One hundred and ninety-four centimeters, one hundred and ten kilos," said the
Latina "Closer to 6-foot-four, something like two hundred fifteen pounds," the
brunette said, before flexing "Most of that is a muscle, though."

"I see" Mara said, resisting the urge to reach out and grab Clara, even if
Clara had started touching her "Do you have to sacrifice flexibility for that
much muscle?"

"Not really," Clara said, shadowing off by lying on the ground and then
pushing her torso up so she was on her thighs, then Clara pushed her right leg
up, bend the knee, and soon had her foot over her shoulder "Let's see if I can
still do this'' she said in false fear, pushing herself up on both hands so
her core was holding up her hips...and then she lifted her right leg to grab
the end of her right foot. Meredith clapped "That's not all," said the woman
on one hand, before she flexed her forearm and managed to make her fingers
move, suddenly pressing herself up so she was no longer on one hand, but now
balancing on five fingertips "Impressive?"

Meredith did not think that "impressive'' even began to cover what she was
seeing. But she was too stunned to say much. She just nodded in silent
agreement, considering just how strong you would have to be to do that. And
then the woman dropped herself "Thanks, I am not really a gymnast myself, but
my Jiu-Jitsu teachers always said that it's better to do some of these
activities, they make you a better grappler."

"Jiu-Jitsu?" Mara asked, shivering just a bit as she looked up at the bigger
woman.

"Yeah, I grew up doing it a lot. I still do it, but I did it more when I grew
up" the Latina shrugged "it's a good way to get some exercise in, that's for
sure."

"Isn't Jiu-Jitsu supposed to be for like...small people?"

"Supposed to? Sure. it was designed by somebody small, but every martial art
is just something that allows you to use your full strength" she seemed to
have a lot of that to work with "So being big and strong is always a plus.
That is, as long as you can stay limber and keep your endurance...which is
completely possible if you train right" said the Latina, before lightly
booping the smaller woman's nose "How are your endurance and flexibility, by
the way?"

"Well, I don't think I can do the trick you pulled earlier."

"Yet" Clara enthusiastically corrected.

"Yet" Meredith corrected herself, loving the attention and positivity she was
getting, swaying her body around just a bit as she considered how chivalrous
of a lady she was facing down. "But, well, I can still do this," she said,
raising her arms and dropping down into a perfect split. The blonde woman
looked at the Latina, who seemed surprisingly impressed.

"Wow, you are already so flexible!" Clara interjected, before getting down in
a squat "And your legs seem so much more developed now" she said, running her
hand over the thigh of Meredith's left leg, the one she had bent behind her
body. Clara's grip was surprisingly firm, indents showing on the red tights
the blonde had on "And so muscular down here" the instructor said, shamelessly
moving her hand up to Clara's buttock and getting a handful "Wow, I bet you
can kick like a mule with these legs"

Meredith's face was as red as her tights as she felt the super sexy Latina
feeling her up. She looked at the other woman, trying to figure out where the
two of them were, as far as attraction with one another. The smile she got
didn't tell her as much as she wanted to know. "I'm not...I don't really know
how hard I can kick."

"Well, we will learn in time," said Clara before she reached under Meredith's
armpits and easily lifted her off of the ground, all 140 lbs of her as if she
were nothing more than a teddy bear. Meredith really felt her heart rate
increase at that little demonstration of strength, to the point that she had
to back up a bit once she was placed on her feet again.

"Let's see what kind of strength you have in your chest," said the Latina,
going to a lifting bench and loading the bar out until it was a150 pounds "I
bet a woman like you can bench over her body weight, if only by a bit."

"Oh...I...I never actually went that high" the blonde nervously asked, putting
her hands up.

"Don't worry, I'll spot you" said the Latina, rolling her head around and
suggesting the woman come in closer. And, perhaps against her better judgment,
the woman did just that, walking in and getting under the bar. Her head was
mere inches away from Clara's genitalia as the lift began, and even as
Meredith grabbed the bar she could think of little besides the way the subtle
smell of Clara was taking her over. She somehow went through the motions of a
lift, and somehow pushed herself harder than she thought she could go,
completing it before getting off of the bench, the stress of being that close
to somebody so hot finally getting to her.

"Congratulations!" Clara loudly announced, running right into Meredith and
hugging her tightly, easily lifting her from the ground, and shaking her in
the air a few times. Meredith felt ecstatic to have done it, but was even
happier to have this close of contact with her coach. She sat down on the
bench.

"How much can you do?" asked the curious blonde

"Well, let's just say twice my weight for ten reps"

"No," Meredith said, fairly sure such a thing was impossible.

"Yes, I can...I actually have some pretty notable pecs under there...let me
show 'em" she said, angling her chest forward and flexing her pecs just a bit
before she really pressed them outward. And sure enough, Meredith got a great
view of the square, hard muscles behind Clara's amazing cleavage, and her
mouth began to water as her hands were lifted up and placed against the
muscles. "Feel them" Clara almost demanded.

Meredith's hands travelled up to Clara's pectoral muscles just above her
breasts, feeling them out, slowly at first, but then more quickly, the blonde
sighing as she felt her hands controlled by the amazing feeling of firmness
within them. "You really..." the blonde began, barely able to spit it out "You
really make a girl feel inadequate sometimes" Meredith said, somewhat
nervously.

Clara surprised her by pulling her in close, arms and legs alike both locking
the smaller, whiter woman in for a hug "You have no idea" said the Latina "I
have made more men jealous than women, though. At least if they look when I
tap them out or easily outlift them say anything about how they feel. But
women? Yes, I suppose a few are made to feel inferior because of me" said
Clara as her hands travelled down, working on the muscles of Meredith "But
Mara, you must understand, you are no normal girl. You are stronger than many
normal girls could ever even dream of being, strong enough to draw ire of
jealousy from many men, too" and Mara laughed a bit at that remark.

"I have" the blushing blonde admitted "I have had a few boyfriends criticize
me for being too muscular before" admitted Meredith, not sure what to say next
when she suddenly felt a slap on her bottom. She yelped out, feeling the
playful slap energize her quite a bit, looking deeply into the eyes of the
woman who had just done that. "You really are looking for something, huh?"

"Looking?" asked Clara coyly, before she released the girl in her hands
"Nonsense, I was merely getting a feel for your fitness, and how you feel
about your fitness. Next, let's do some sit-ups, just to see our relative
endurance levels."

Meredith rolled her eyes a bit. She had only had a few women flirt with her in
her life, but she knew for a fact that she was being flirted with, and by
probably the first woman in her life who made her want to try going gay, at
least as a brief experiment. But Meredith accompanied the Latina to a sit-up
wall, and the two of them began staring into a mirror as they did. Meredith
could see that Clara had both of her hands behind her head, showing off her
muscular arms as she repeatedly, effortlessly raised herself from the ground.

For her part, Clara was definitely ogling Meredith's body, looking at the way
that her breasts formed a perfect bouncing sphere, the way that her thinness
failed to belly the great strength within herself, and of course her sweat.
Both women were soon sweating profusely, hitting 100 sit-ups before they felt
like giving up. The two of them had great images of each other's abs whenever
they were up, seeing the other in the mirror, admiring her tight tummy, and
going back down. They reached 150, both feeling hot and horny, until finally
"Alright, I give!" Meredith called out, allowing herself to fall on the floor.

Immediately, Clara came in and began to lap off the sweat from Meredith's
belly, making sure to kiss each visible ab muscle and regularly tongue the
inside of her belly button as she did so. Meredith had never quite been kissed
that way and found herself wiggling around on the ground despite how tired she
was. She felt the burn inside and she loved it. She felt the way her belly was
becoming an object of desire, and she also loved that. The woman kept on
bouncing, down there, moaning, again and again, time after time, now eating so
much of it to ever stop.

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