RESCUED
By Plowjack
Lusciously muscle packed new female friend saves Jack from the clutches of his abusive Amazonian Ex


No doubt about it, this chick was coming on to him.

It was the Fourth of July, and the party in the city park had drawn a pretty
good crowd. The free band was an 80s cover thing, and so the age of the
partiers was a bit older than it sometimes was, and Jack didn't feel like such
a geezer. In fact there were groups of pretty nice women taking advantage of
the Daquiri cart, and even of the kegs. Jack did like his little town, where
the blue-noses had little clout, and town events served alcohol.

He had worked his way around the square, beer in hand, then settled into a
little horseshoes in one corner of the party. He was always pretty good at the
game, and had won a little money already from some kid who underestimated him
just because he had a little gray in his beard. As he was wiping his hands and
figuring out who would be next at the court, the woman had interrupted the kid
trying to win his money back, and offered to play Jack.

"You're Jack, aren't you?" she said, and introduced herself as Melissa.
Melissa wore a light white cotton shirt over a black sundress. She stood about
5'6", shorter than Jack usually liked, but she was broad and thick, with what
looked like a trim waist and a huge bosom. She had the sort of tits that
seemed to take most of the area of her chest, round as melons, straining the
little shirt with generous cleavage visible above the sundress. Jack couldn't
see her legs, but as she got ready for the match he noticed her ass, round
and... well... huge, but without any jiggle, flexing as she took an initial
stance.

"Let me warm up a little, Jack", she said, and took all four horseshoes in her
right hand, swinging them lightly, then switching hands. She tossed down
Jack's two shoes, and bent low, sending one straight and fast to clang hard
against the iron stake.

"Eh, almost," she muttered, and threw again. This time her shoe went low and
straight, and clanged again the stake, the ringer thudding down on the sand.
She looked up and smiled at Jack.

"Ready to go?"

She beat him handily. He was pretty good, but his high, lobbed style just
didn't get the ringers. Melissa seemed able to just toss the shoes easily onto
the stake, each one ringing like a hammer blow, barely any arch to her toss at
all. She reached the twenty points for the win in 8 rounds, leaving Jack
barely at fourteen.

All during the game they had chatted. Melissa had been smiling and attentive,
and had taken several opportunities to touch him, stroking his arm as she
laughed at some little joke. Yep, this woman was flirting.

"So I guess you're buying," she said, smiling at him after her last toss, "Why
don't you be a good fellow and bring me a nice cold beer over at that picnic
table in the trees?" She looked up at him with a big smile on her pretty face.
She was square-jawed, with a small, thick mouth and wide blue eyes. Her blonde
hair escaped from under a ball-cap in wisps, making it hard to tell how long
it was. The look she gave him made him feel like a mouse being smiled at by a
cat.

Before he could think, he had responded, "Yes ma'am," just as if he was
talking to his ex. He heard her giggle as he walked away toward the beer
stand.

Jack was about six weeks out of a relationship that had turned very bad. His
ex, Gina, was a fitness hobbyist and a high-powered attorney. At 6'2" tall she
had been able to dominate and control him, in the way that both she and he
liked. Jack had been on a weight-loss diet when he met her, and while he had
recovered his slenderness, at 6'1" and 165 pounds he was no match physically
for the hard, demanding Gina. She carried 15 pounds more than him, and she was
solid muscle.

Jack had spent two years as Gina's lover. As her lover he was in most ways her
toy. She bossed him around the apartment, giving him housework tasks. She made
much more money than him, and she had taken his paychecks, allowing him a few
dollars per week and calling him her little wifey while she fucked him. He
loved to worship her rock-hard muscles, and she was inventive and forceful in
the sack.

Like many relationships, the honeymoon period didn't last. Gina became annoyed
with him, mocking him more seriously for not looking for a better job,
assigning him more and more housework, and finally beginning to actually beat
him when she became more angry. For the last several months of their
relationship she had regularly spanked him, pounded his gut and chest,
twisting his arms, usually careful not to leave marks. He had felt like his
ass was always sore by the time he had snuck out, leaving a note, and simply
not returned her calls. Six weeks later he figured she was as happy about him
being gone as he was about being on his own.

Jack wasn't inclined to do without female companionship, and he had had a few
dates in the weeks since. They were with attractive women, but he discovered
that their soft bodies just didn't excite him the way they might once have
done. He was surprised to find that he missed Gina's hard arms, missed being
worked over while they fucked. One voluptuous girl had walked out on him when
he had asked her to "make a muscle". With another he had failed to perform.
Despite her willingness, her skinny body had been as exciting to him as a bag
of paste. He had embarrassed himself, and now he wondered whether he could
find a strong, aggressive girl like Gina who wouldn't abuse him.

As he carried the two beers back he saw that Melissa had removed her hat and
had her purse open. She was running a brush through her hair. He had been
wrong- she was a redhead with blonde highlights. As she brushed, her big chest
was pushed forward, looking like a pair of soccer balls. He noticed that her
bosom wasn't out of proportion. Her torso looked deep, and he shoulders were
broad. Her white shirt was stretched tight, and he noticed that it looked
tighter on her upper arms than it did across her chest. He was surprised to
feel a stir in his jeans, and he smiled at her as he approached.

She smiled wide in turn, obviously looking him up and down as he approached.

She took her beer from him, and said "Sit with me, Jack."

"Sure" he replied, and sat down next to her on the bench. She was seated with
her legs straddling the bench, skirt flowing over the board, and her legs
looked pretty big. This was not a tall, slim, athletic sort like Gina.

"Gee, not so polite this time, guy," she said in a teasing tone.

"What?" he said.

"What, no 'yes ma'am' this time?"

"Er, uh," he stammered, his face turning red.

She laughed a little, and put her hand over his.

"That's fine, Jack... it's just sweet, that's all. I liked it."

"I'm always polite to beautiful women," he said, smiling at her and lightly
raising his plastic beer cup in toast.

She laughed warmly in turn, and tightened her hand around his. Her hand was
smaller than his, but hard and wide, veins visible under the soft skin.

They chatted for a while, enjoying one another's company. A strolling
beer-seller came by, and Jack bought a second round. They both had boring
jobs, but it turned out that Melissa was a horse trainer as a hobby, and that
led to a discussion first of outdoor life (Jack was an avid camper) and then
back to the subject of horseshoes. She had learned to play from her family,
and had also become a farrier, learning to work hot iron and put shoes on the
horses. From there she had learned ornamental blacksmithing.

"So, you're a blacksmith," he said, impressed.

"Just an amateur, though I can shoe horses for pro work." She replied.

"Don't you have to have big muscles for that?"

"Well hell Jack, in case you haven't noticed, I have huge muscles."

"I did notice your big arms," he said, reaching out toward her biceps. Before
he could touch her she had grabbed his wrist and pulled it in front of her.

"I bet you did," she said, chuckling, "See Jack, the reason I beat you so
easily is that you don't throw with any authority. Those high lobs you throw
are pretty accurate, but with my wrists I can just wing 'em in there straight
and hard. I couldn't help but notice that your wrists are teeny, for a guy."

"And yours are bigger?" he said, a little skeptically, "I mean, you're a lot
shorter than me."

"Thicker and harder," she said with certainty, "Here, look."

She extended her right wrist, still holding his with her left, and held them
together.

"Watch," she said, and she clenched her fist several times and twisted her
wrist, then clenched hard. Her whole forearm flexed, her wrist jumping into
thick tendons.

"You try it," she said, but he was blushing bright red, and tried to pull his
wrist away, muttering.

"Do as you're told Jack, and say 'yes ma'am' like a good fellow," she said,
squeezing his wrist hard.

He looked at her face, and she was smiling slightly, her lips parted, tongue
against her upper lip. She made a little kiss with her lips and said, "Do as
you're told, Jack."

"Yes ma'am," he said. He flexed his forearm in her hand, making the small
muscles writhe. His wrist did display his tendons, and appear to harden. Even
with bones obviously bigger than the woman's his wrist was only barely close
to the size of hers, and nowhere near as heavy. His forearm was plainly
thinner than hers, without definition.

"Here," she said, and put his hand on her forearm, "give that a squeeze."

He squeezed the cloth-covered muscle, and was amazed at its size and hardness.
He told her that he was quite impressed.

"That's how I can twist a hot iron bar into a spiral, see. It's my biceps that
lets me use the big hammers and pound things into the shapes I like them."

She flexed her arm and he gripped her upper arm.

"Squeeze as much as you want, dude, that's plenty hard."

"I can't really get my hand very far around it," he said, and he switched from
trying to span her thick arm to just squeezing the biceps from the top. It was
the size of a summer sausage, firm as wood.

"Use both hands if you like," she said, "you're not making much impression."

He tried both hands, getting his thumbs under her triceps, her whole arm solid
through and through.

"Squeeze hard," she commanded, "Harder!"

"That's enough, I guess," she said gently, patting his hands. She took his arm
in her hands and squeezed gently.

"See, that's why you couldn't beat me... at horseshoes," she said, her fingers
feeling his upper arm. He automatically flexed in her hand, and she squeezed
his lemon-sized, semi-firm biceps.

"I doubt that I could beat you at much..." he said quietly.

"Mmm hmm," she agreed, wrapping her hand most of the way around his arm,
"you're pretty skinny... cute though." She leaned forward, pulling him against
her, and kissed his cheek. She pressed his arm into her bosom, and he turned
his face and met her pretty lips.

"So, Jack," she asked when they came up for air, "who taught you to say 'yes
ma'am' like that. I just bet it wasn't your mom."

"Uh, um," he stammered again. She pulled his face back to hers gently and
kissed him warmly.

"Come on, I'm interested. It was very sweet, you know."

"Well," he said, still hesitant, "it was my ex. She was kind of bossy, and I
learned to be very nice to her."

"So, she liked you to be obedient?"

"Yeah... obedient..." Jack was red-faced again, his eyes downcast even as
Melissa held him close.

"A lot of guys wouldn't go there, I guess," she said, "she must be very
special."

"Well, I suppose that she is," he said, in a voice both regretful and ironic,
"she's beautiful and smart and great at her work." He hesitated, "and she's so
big and strong..."

"Big and strong?!" Melissa said with a giggle, "I don't think I've ever heard
a guy describe his girlfriend that way before. I mean, you're pretty tall, and
this is sort of a muscle," she gave his biceps a firm squeeze between two
fingers, "I wouldn't think that many women would be stronger than you."

"Gina was always calling me a wimp. She's two or three inches taller than me,"
he said, his fear making her larger in memory, "and a total gym-rat; weights,
pilates, tai-bo, more weights. She has such long, strong arms, and her
legs..."

And so it came out. He told her how Gina had seduced him and overpowered him
physically. In a sort of trance of unburdening he admitted that he had been
strongly aroused by her big muscles and dominant appetite.

"That's no surprise, Jack," Melissa said, holding him close.

"No?" he asked surprised, "Makes me feel kind of kinky, though it makes me
hot, too. I certainly don't know any other guys who like..." he shut up before
he said it.

"Well, there aren't many, I suppose, but I mean that it's obvious that my
muscles turn you on, and you can take being beaten by a girl, which is beyond
a lot of men," the pretty redhead said, "I'd have thought that she'd like to
keep you, but she dumped you?"

"Uh, no... I ran away."

He told her the rest, how rough play had turned into beatings and abuse. He
had arranged an advance from his boss without Gina's knowledge and taken his
accumulated leave so that she couldn't find him at work. He told her how he
slipped away without confronting her.

"Since then I've just stayed away. I've got a little place in the back of an
old buddy's house, and I just haven't seen her."

She chuckled at him, smiling, then planted a long hard kiss on his lips.

"That's so cute," she laughed, "you're scared of your big, strong
ex-girlfriend."

He tried to pull away from her laughter, but she wrapped her left arm tight
around him and caught his left arm from behind. She threw her huge thigh over
his legs, and his right arm remained mainly restrained against her pillowy
chest.

"There we go. Don't you even try to get away from me, you, " she said,
sternly, though smiling.

"Do you think I'm pretty Jack?"

He stopped squirming and said he did, very much so.

"Do you think I'm strong?"

Jack looked embarrassed and mumbled something.

"Answer me," she said, shaking him a little, "and be sweet and polite. Do you
think I'm strong?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, and relaxed into her grip, letting her pull him tighter
against her.

"Sweetie, you don't even know how strong I am. Here... I like this old blouse,
but it's just too small since I've been putting on muscle."

She extended her right arm and flexed again.

"Did you think my arm was big and hard? I try not to flex in this blouse, so I
just tightened a little for your soft little hands."

"... a little" he mumbled.

"Yep, watch."

She flexed again, and then again and her arm swelled thick.

"You can touch it sweetie," she said, lessening her hold so that he could free
his right arm, keeping his left wrist tight in her grip. He put his hand on
her biceps as she flexed again. He was amazed to feel that long, round, thick
muscle ball up into a stony mound. He felt his excitement rise, and his cock
swell with it in his pants.

"There we go," she said, and extended her arm, twisted her wrist and flexed
hard. He heard cloth ripping. She told him to take his hand away and watch,
and she flexed again. The sleeve of the shirt ripped from shoulder to wrist,
revealing a high peak of solid muscle.

"Might as well go all the way," she said. She released him, patting his nose
with a finger and saying, "you stay put, now."

She stood up in front of him and flexed her still-covered left arm.

"This is harder now that the one sleeve is ruined." She hit a double-biceps
pose and inhaled, flexing and expanding her chest. The blouse strained against
her bosom, then gave way, ripping down the front, while her left biceps tore
away the fabric that failed to contain it. The black sundress under the shirt
was cut low, and Jack was mesmerized to see the deep cut of her pecs above the
solid roundness of her huge breasts.

"See, Jack, that's what power-lifting, farmwork, swimming and more
power-lifting will get ya. After that I started hitting hot iron with thirty
pound hammers. Now come here and take this shirt off me."

He got up and did as she said, while she flexed and he caressed her arms and
shoulders, not daring to touch her chest. By the time he was done he was fully
erect in his pants, doing a little dance to arrange himself in his jeans.

"That's very nice, Jack," she said, stroking his cock lightly through his
pants as he stood before her, "now, here's how it's going to be, sweetie." She
sat back down and took him by the hand, guiding him to sit next to her. She
held his hand and put one hand on the length of his cock, gently squeezing.
She held his hand tight and went on, "You're going to go get us more beer,
because I'm enjoying this afternoon, and then we'll have dinner. Later I'm
going to take you home and show you what I do with handsome little wimps."

"Aw, don't call me that, Melissa, please," he asked, and she was surprised at
how serious he sounded.

"I'll call you whatever I want, Jack, but I don't want to upset you. Now go
and get us that beer, little one."

"Yes ma'am."

Melissa was enjoying this. What Jack didn't know was that she knew Gina from
the gym they both attended, and she had heard about Jack some time ago, when
his ex had talked about him. Gina had dogged him pretty harshly to the girls
at the gym, describing him as a helpless weakling with no spine. She had also
occasionally praised his sexual skills, and even admitted that she cared for
him. Usually though, she bragged about how much stronger she was than her
boyfriend, and how she used him any way she wanted.

All that had stopped a few weeks ago, and Gina had started hitting the weights
extra hard. Eventually it came out that the two had 'broken up', though no
details were forthcoming. That was when Melissa had started keeping an eye out
for Jack around town. Tall, thin guys with shoulder-length brown hair and blue
eyes weren't all that common and when he turned up at the town bash, she was
ready.

She was pleased that Jack wasn't really the spineless pussy that Gina had
described. He had gotten himself out, and it hadn't broken his spirit, given
the level of flirty interest she'd seen today. Still, he was obviously a
submissive weakling. His body was underdeveloped - he might as well be a nine
year old boy in her hands. It had been all she could do not to laugh out loud
when she squeezed his soft little bump of a biceps. The best part was that he
practically drooled over her muscles, and responded to her gentle domination
by developing a respectable erection. Holding him helpless in her arms, using
just a fraction of her strength had made her wet.

She allowed her hand to drift to her pussy, gently pressing, closing her eyes
a moment and imagining what it would be like to have the pretty guy in her
hands. He had such nice lips...

While she was just warming up a little, with no intention of letting Jack see
her, it was some minutes later when she opened her eyes. Jack hadn't returned.

He had left his coat, so she grabbed it and her purse and stepped out of the
little copse of trees. The park was more full than before, and she headed
toward the beer stand. She emerged from a press of people she was just in time
to see Jack being marched across the distant parking lot by a tall figure in a
jogging suit.

"Crap" she said, and set off toward the parking lot, but foot traffic
prevented running, and by the time she got to the edge of the lot, a red
Mercedes was pulling out onto the street.

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