Hannah and Her Husbands  Part One 
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Hannah is standing in her dimly lit personal gym. One hand is on her shapely
hip; the other is casually doing curls with a massive dumbbell. She is looking
down at the three men who are on their knees in front of her on the padded
floor. Her facial expression is a mixture of amusement and contempt.

"We need to get one thing straight. Who's in charge around here?" The three
men tripped over themselves to assure Hannah that SHE was in charge""always
and forever,""and they knew it. The men were a little confused because none of
them were aware of anything they had said or done to suggest otherwise. In
their minds, any question regarding Hannah's absolute authority was long
settled. Hannah explained.

She turned to the first man, "Gary, why was there marmalade on my toast this
morning when you know I like my toast lightly buttered?"

"I... I thought you might en-enjoy the surprise," he stuttered.

"Well... yes, actually it WAS a nice surprise," Hannah admitted, "But next
time consult me first!" Gary wanted to point out that if he'd consulted her
first that it wouldn't be a surprise. However, he had known Hannah the longest
and knew this was not a good idea.

Hannah turned to the next kneeling man, "Brick, take this dumbbell from me,"
she demanded. She held out the huge weight she had been so easily curling with
her fully extended arm.

"But, Hannah, you know I can't lift that much weight."

"Use both hands," she countered.

"I can't lift that much even with both hands," he admitted.

"As big and muscular as you are, and as much time as you spend working out?
You can't lift a dumbbell with both of your masculine arms that I use for
light warm-up?" Brick hung his head in shame. "You're pathetic and weak,
Brick!"

"I know," Brick admitted.

Hannah turned to the third man, "And as for you, Johnny...."

"Yes?" he asked with a guarded smile. Johnny wondered what imaginary grievance
Hannah was going to charge him with. He didn't have any chores like Gary, and
he wasn't expected to be strong like Brick.

Hannah thought about it and finally said, "I just like the view of you on your
knees looking up at me," she concluded.

His smile widened. He liked the view of Hannah from there as well.

Hannah could see the fear in Gary's and Brick's eyes. This pleased her. It
pleased her even more that she could instil absolute terror""unspeakable,
unbelievable yet not unreasonable terror""in their hearts simply by shaking
one of her small fists at them, slightly changing the inflection of her voice
or simply raising an eyebrow. Even Johnny, with all his false bravado, would
collapse into a mass of jello if she turned up the heat.

She decided to play. "You boys are afraid of me, aren't you?" she asked with a
saucy smile. He always referred to the three men collectively as "boys".

Gary replied, "I think that it is very fair to say that we are all quite
afraid of you. However, we are all very much in love with you as well. I ... I
hope you know that. In fact, we worship you!" He felt that as the one who had
known Hannah the longest that he should speak up first.

Gary was 5'10" and weighed around 154 pounds. He had a pleasant but bland
face. His body was slim and weak looking. He had brown eyes and light brown
hair. If you saw Gary walking down the street, you might not even notice him.
Of the three men kneeling before Hannah he was the one furthest out of her
league. They were ALL out of her league, but Gary didn't look like he was even
in the same sport.

"I know you worship me." Hannah glanced over at the big mirror that took up
one of the walls. She admired her curvy, feminine shape. If possible, her
amazing, sexy body looked even better in the white, lacey bra and thong
panties she was wearing. She looked down at her three admirers and concluded,
"Of course you do. What choice do you have?"

Hannah looked at Brick who was a giant of a man. When he was on his feet he
stood 6'6" tall and weighed nearly 300 pounds. His muscular body looked like
it had been chiselled out of granite. Since he was only wearing a pair of
boxer shorts, as were the other two men, his stupendously masculine physique
was on full display. His raven hair was cut short. His face was clean shaven
and ruggedly handsome.

Brick, without the use of any kind of artificial enhancements, made Dave
Batista look like a ninety pound weakling.

Hannah spoke to the kneeling Goliath "Surely a macho man like you isn't afraid
of little old me." She said it as a simple statement, but it sounded more like
a challenge. Brick's eyes grew wide. He knew that Hannah enjoyed terrorizing
him the most.

"Of c-c-c-course I'm a-a-afraid of you, H-Hannah," he stammered.

"Why?" she asked with a giggle.

"B-Because I know that if I step out of line even a little bit, you'll
b-b-beat the crap out of me," Brick replied. He knew this because she had done
it many times.

"But... don't you beat up great big men for a living?" Hannah asked.

"Y-Y-Yes," Brick replied. He hated when Hannah played cat and mouse with him
like this. He hated it because he was always the mouse.

As for beating up great big men for a living, it was true. Brick was an
undefeated mixed martial arts fighter and holder of multiple titles. Yet, he
was terrified of the gorgeous 5'9", 125 pound woman standing over him. He knew
that despite his otherwise impressive strength, speed and skill, he didn't
have a chance in any kind of physical contest against Hannah. She was his
physical and mental superior in every way.

For the millionth time, Brick looked at Hannah in wonderment. Even though she
had demonstrated her physical superiority many times in many ways, somehow he
just could not quite wrap his head around how a woman he was almost a foot
taller than and outweighed by 175 pounds could be so much stronger than he
was.

He was most likely the best male fighter alive and yet Hannah could destroy
him with ease. She seemed to know what he was thinking, "Even after all this
time it's hard for you to accept that I can easily beat you with one finger,
isn't it?"

Brick hung his head in shame. "Y-Yes," he admitted.

"But you know that I CAN beat you up with one finger, don't you?"

"Yes," he replied.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I know you can beat me up with one finger," Brick responded.

"Maybe you'd like to arm wrestle me right now just to make sure that you
haven't become strong enough to challenge me," she suggested.

Brick knew that he should not accept this challenge. Hannah was so much his
superior that he knew he could get hurt even in a competition as harmless as
arm wrestling. However, he could not resist the excitement of seeing Hannah
demonstrate her vastly superior strength even if she was using it to humiliate
him in front of the others. That's why a few seconds later he and Hannah were
on opposite sides of a sturdy wooden table she had in her gym. Hannah was
sitting. Brock was standing.

Hannah rested her right elbow on the table and extended her index finger. When
she said she could easily beat Brick with one finger she wasn't exaggerating.
Still standing, Brick wrapped both of his meaty hands around Hannah's extended
finger. "Whenever you're ready," Hannah told him.

Brick began pushing and pulling Hannah's extended finger with both arms. When
that didn't work, he threw his entire upper body into his effort. When he
still hadn't budged her finger as much as a millimeter, he brought his
powerful legs into the effort as well. Every muscle in the masculine giant's
body was straining mightily to move the super strong, gorgeous woman's one
tiny finger. "Have you started yet?" Hannah asked with a sweet smile.

Gary and Johnny were looking on. Both men were as aroused as they had been the
last time they watched Hannah physically dominate Brick. In other words, they
were EXTREMELY aroused. After stifling a yawn with her free hand, Hannah
finally exerted positive as opposed to neutral pressure on her right index
finger and sent Brick's almost three hundred pound body sailing over the table
and several feet beyond. He landed on the padded floor with a thud.

Hannah walked over to where Brick landed. She knelt down beside him and gently
placed his head on her lap. "Are you okay?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes," Brick replied. Despite his crushing defeat, Brick was smiling. As much
as he hated to lose, he loved having with his head in Hannah's lap where he
could look up at the gorgeous, super strong, powerful, overwhelming beauty.

Hannah leaned down and whispered in Brick's ear, "I could have defeated you
just as easily with my pinky." Brick knew she was telling the truth. There was
no need for Hannah to ever lie. It made Brick feel special that he and Hannah
shared this secret.

"Don't feel so bad," she told him, "From the looks of your big, hard cock
poking out of your boxers, I can see that my strength turns you on. Isn't that
right?"

"Yes, Hannah," he replied. It was true. Knowing that a gorgeous golden goddess
like Hannah possessing what could only be described as superhuman strength
made Brick's dick as hard as granite. It had the exact same effect on Gary and
Johnny.

She had a lovely oval face with full lips, catlike green eyes, delicate cheeks
and a perfect nose. Somehow Hannah's face was even more beautiful than the sum
of its exquisite individual parts. It was even further accentuated by her
long, flowing golden hair that looked and felt softer than silk.

Brick truly believed that nothing on Earth was as beautiful as Hannah's face
with the only possible exception being her body. She had a long, elegant neck
and broad, feminine shoulders. Her 42G-cup breasts were firm-but-supple
luscious globes of pleasure. She had a figure that was the perfect balance of
slender and voluptuous. She had a trim, tight waist and wide, womanly hips.
Her taut, round ass was like a ripe peach that was just begging to be sampled.
Her long, shapely, pleasing legs, delicate feet and ten sexy toes completed
the impossibly pulchritudinous portrait.

Once again, every individual part of Hannah's body was amazing and dazzling,
and when you put them all together, they became more amazing and dazzling
still. It was as if she was a goddess sent down to Earth to show us just how
beautiful a female body could be in its ultimate form.

And on top of Hannah's otherworldly beauty, there was her unreal strength.
Brick knew that Hannah was easily at least twenty times stronger than he was.
He suspected that she might be much stronger. It was hard to reconcile this
with her gorgeous, feminine body. Hannah looked fit to be sure. She certainly
had a body that most fitness models would envy. However, she did not have
massive, bulging muscles like him.

"How can she be so strong?" he asked himself for the million and first time.

His musings ended abruptly when Hannah said, "You have a very nice cock,
Brick." She reached down and touched it with the same index finger that had
overpowered his entire powerful body. She had that hungry look in her eyes
that usually meant that she has about to grab him and have her way with him.
When Hannah fucked Brick, she liked to be a little rough. She wasn't downright
abusive with him, but she was . . . energetic.

Brick looked at Hannah with hope in his eyes when she abruptly stood up and
turned her attention to Johnny. "What do you have to say?"

"About Brick's cock? No comment!" Hannah smiled at Johnny's flippancy. Gary
and Brick seethed.

"How does he get away with that?" Gary wondered.

"Fuckin' pretty boy," Brick thought.

Brick was correct. Johnny was very much a pretty boy. He was 6'2" and weighted
a svelte 175 pounds. He was lean and in great shape. Johnny had a naturally
athletic body to begin with, and he worked out. Keeping in shape was pretty
much the ONLY thing that Johnny worked at, and that was 98% vanity. The other
2% was because Johnny knew that looking good was major asset. He had the
natural gifts to be talented athlete, but he had none of the heart or the
ambition. Johnny liked things to be easy, and his extreme male beauty made
that possible.

He had shoulder length sandy blonde hair and a soft though masculine face with
big blue eyes, a smallish nose, full lips and a strong, classic jaw.

"Are you afraid of me like the others?" Hannah clarified.

"Should I be?" Johnny asked casually. Before Hannah could respond, Johnny
explained, "I mean, yes, I'm aware that you could easily beat the crap out of
me, but I don't think you want to."

"And why is that?" Hannah was willing to listen to Johnny ravings.

"Because you're crazy about me," he replied.

"That's true, but I love all three of you." She didn't say the words "lucky
boys" at the end of this statement, but everyone present understood that it
was implied.

"Maybe . . . but I'm your favorite," Johnny insisted.

"Is that so?" Hannah asked.

Without hesitation Johnny replied, "Yep!" It did not escape Gary and Brick
that Hannah did not deny it. Instead, she reached down and abruptly scooped
Johnny up in her strong arms. She began to carry him towards the door. "Where
are you taking me?" Johnny asked without a hint of alarm.

"I'm going to find some flat surface in this house that I have not already
fucked you on, and then I'm going to fuck you on it," Hannah replied.

"Is he your favorite?" Gary wasn't really sure that he wanted to know the
answer, but he was too weak NOT to ask.

Hannah stopped for just a second and turned with Johnny in her arms. "You know
that I love all three of you," she replied non-committally.

"I know, but . . . ." Gary whined.

"You're all my husbands aren't you?"

"Yes, but . . . ."

"When I've exhausted him I'll come back and fuck the two of you," she
promised.

"Will you fuck us one at a time or both at the same time?" Brick asked.

"I'll fuck you whichever way I feel like fucking you when the time comes."
Hannah was a little annoyed by the question.

GARY'S STORY

I was Hannah's first husband. And just in case it's not clear, that doesn't
mean what it usually means. Usually being the first husband means that your
wife only marries her second husband after you die or get divorced. Those are
normally the rules. But Hannah plays by her own rules. That's why she married
her second and later third husband without bothering to divorce me. So now
Hannah has three husbands even though I'm really more of a wife.

As Hannah put it, "Why should I divorce you just because I want to marry
someone else?" When I replied that that's the way it's usually done, she said,
"Do you think I'm concerned about how things are usually done?" I had to admit
I wasn't. Hannah does whatever she wants. Always.

It's not just her immense strength that allows Hannah to do as she pleases.
Hannah also has the power that all beautiful women have to get away with just
about anything. And when the beautiful woman all get together, they all look
at Hannah and say, "Damn, girl!"

It's like on the TV show Seinfeld when George and Jerry talked about a
beautiful woman getting away with whatever she wanted. Jerry said, "She's like
a beautiful Godzilla." That's how Hannah is except that she might also be as
strong as Godzilla.

I first met Hannah when her family moved next door to mine. We were both five
years old. At that age I didn't really understand what made girls so
fascinating, but I took one look at this Golden Child and knew that whatever
it was, Hannah had the most of it. Later that day when she beat me up for the
first time, I knew in love.

That may seem a little twisted, but I promise you that any one of you would
have felt exactly the same way. Over the years I've seen Hannah beat up
hundreds of boys and men and every one of them""EVERY one of them""fell in
love with her as a result.

There were a lot of kids growing up in our neighborhood; we all soon
discovered that Hannah was the best at everything. She was the strongest, the
fastest, the smartest and the best athlete. She could throw a baseball faster
and with greater accuracy, kick and throw a football the farthest, ride her
bike faster, jump higher and farther and climb trees better than anyone. She
could also beat the crap out all the boys

Being able to beat me up was not so impressive. A few of the other girls in
the neighborhood could also accomplish that. The first time I really knew that
Hannah strength was extraordinary was when she easily beat up Jimmy Dugan. At
the time, Hannah was six and Jimmy was ten.

Jimmy was also the biggest kid and biggest bully in the neighborhood. He used
to beat me up all the time, but he made his fatal error when he tried to beat
me up in front of Hannah. Hannah didn't take up for me because she liked me so
much. I think she liked me some, but it was more that she thought of me as her
special property to beat up.

Whatever the reason, she told Jimmy to leave me alone. When he didn't, she
tore into him. Less than a minute later, Jimmy was running home crying with a
bloody nose, a black eye and a busted lip, and the kids in the neighborhood
had a new champ.

After that I was her constant companion. And I mean constant! I wasn't so much
Hannah's best friend as much as I was her toady. I knew early on that if I
wanted to hang with Hannah I had to be special in some way. I wasn't the best
looking or the second best athlete. I wasn't that smart or funny or fun to be
around. However, I discovered that I could be the most subservient, and
fortunately for me, Hannah liked subservience.

Before continuing, I should describe when Jimmy tried to get revenge on Hannah
and got four of his friends from school to gang up on her. She took on all
five of them and crushed them just as easily as she crushed Jimmy. They were
all older and much bigger than she was, but they never stood a chance. I
watched her tear those five big boys apart. When she made them all get down on
their knees and beg her forgiveness, I thought my heart was going to burst out
of my chest!

As you might imagine, most of the boys in our and the surrounding
neighborhoods vied for Hannah's attention. She was beautiful, and as she got
older she only grew more and more so. Many of them were willing to go to great
lengths to get her attention. What most of them didn't understand is that they
couldn't do the normal things a boy does to impress a girl. They couldn't
impress her by being strong or by being a good at baseball or any of those
things. Hannah was so far superior to all of them at any physical endeavor
that she wasn't impressed.

They also could not win her attention by buying her things. She could take
anything she wanted from them any time she wanted. I don't mean that she
physically took whatever she wanted even though she could. Why bother when it
was much easier for her to get what she wanted just by asking for it?

For example, on his tenth Mike Blanchard got a brand new bike. Hannah was
nine. Mike now had the best bike in the neighborhood. Hannah decided she
wanted it. She asked Mike if he would trade his new bike for her old one. At
first he said no, but Hannah smiled at him and said, "I'll let you walk me
home from school every day next week."

"Will you let me hold your hand?" Mike asked.

"No, but I'll let you carry my books." Mike was hooked. The really stupid
thing was that Hannah was strong enough to carry her books, Mike's books and
Mike home from school without getting winded. Anyway, two minutes later Hannah
had a new bike. When Mike's father went to Hannah's house after supper to get
his son's new bike back, things didn't go so well. I'm not entirely sure what
happened, but Mike's dad had a black eye and Hannah still had the bike.

The next week Jimmy walked Hannah home from school and carried her books every
day. When the week was up, Hannah never walked home with him again. But if
Jimmy was unhappy with the deal, he never complained to anyone.

I figured out that if I wanted to be Hannah's best friend, I would have to
make myself indispensable by serving her constantly so that's what I did. I
was always there all the time bowing and scraping. I constantly told her how
pretty she was. I complimented her and reminded her of her awesomeness
constantly.

There were other boys who were also willing to flatter their way into Hannah's
heart, but when they came along, I just worked harder. Some of them were even
willing to fawn over her. But if they were willing to crawl on their hands and
knees, I was willing to crawl on my belly. If they were willing to beg, I was
willing to grovel. If they were willing to kiss her feet, I was willing to
clean her bare feet tops and bottoms with my tongue. In the race to the depths
of degradation, I was always willing to go lower. I think in a strange way
Hannah respected me for that. She never questioned whether or not she deserved
my undivided devotion, and I think that she appreciated that I never
questioned it either.

By the time Hannah was twelve, boys as old as fifteen and sixteen were
interested in her romantically. She went out with some of them. She was even
slightly interested in a few. She sure wasn't interested in me that way at
that time. It's not hard to understand. She was beginning to look like a
woman. I still looked very much like a little boy. Still I managed to always
be around. I whispered in her ear and reminded her that none of these losers
were truly worthy of her. It wasn't hard to convince her since none of them
WERE worthy of her.

Hannah managed to get through middle school without any serious romantic
entanglements. I, of course, helped her at this. Gradually, as the one who
shared all her convinces, she began to consider me a close friend as well as
her flunky.

The job of keeping other guys away was getting harder since by the time she
was fourteen not only did Hannah retain her beautiful face and cascading
golden locks, but she had developed a smokin' hot body that most glamour
models would envy. It would be indelicate to reveal her bra cup size at such a
young age. Suffice it to say that it involved the fourth letter in the
alphabet twice.

As her curves became more defined and, well . . . curvaceous, she attracted
more attention.

When we entered high school as freshmen, EVERY A-list upper classman wanted to
date her. Star athletes would break up with their cheerleader girlfriends just
to have a chance of getting Hannah to go out with them. However, the only boy
that truly attracted Hannah's attention was another freshman named Rick
Wallenski.

Rick went to the other middle school in our town, so Hannah and I didn't know
him very well prior to high school. We knew about him, of course, because even
in middle school Rick attracted a lot of local attention as an athlete. He was
the star of both his middle school football and basketball teams so we saw
them when his school's team crushed our school's team.

During the summer between middle and high school, Rick grew an amazing six
inches and put on sixty additional pounds of muscle. Living up to his promise,
he became the starting quarterback for the varsity football team as a
freshman. He earned this spot as a boy of fourteen competing against young men
of seventeen and eighteen, and he was willing and able to kick the asses of
any three upperclassmen who had a problem with it.

Rick was the first male that impressed Hannah with his physique and athletic
ability. It was on a Saturday when Hannah and I watched him beat up three
seniors at a park near our neighborhood that I first noticed Hannah noticing
Rick. I could tell that she was impressed; I was afraid that she was smitten.

It didn't take long for my worst fears to be realized, and soon Hannah and
Rick were dating. And being as close to her as I was and knowing her so well,
I could tell that she really liked him. Since I lived next door to her I still
managed to be around her a lot, but more and more, all she wanted to talk
about was Rick. Plus, she didn't seem to respond to all the little things I
said to try to undermine him in her eyes. One night when I made a slightly
negative comment about Rick she told me to "shut up or else". I knew I was in
danger of losing my position as well as some teeth.

I hung in there though. It all paid off about a week later when Rick came over
to Hannah's house on a Sunday. Of course, when he got there, I was already
with her. By this time, Rick and Hannah were heavily into making out, so he
immediately tried to get rid of me.

While Hannah was out of the room for a minute Rick told me, "Get lost! I want
to tell Hannah something important." I figured that "tell Hannah something
important" was code for "slip Hannah some tongue". I was even worried that he
was going to tell Hannah that he loved her or something. There was no way I
was going to leave voluntarily. When I refused to leave, he gave me a little
shove.

He had his back to the door so he couldn't see that Hannah was coming back
into the room. When he shoved me, I pretended like it was a hard push and flew
back into some furniture and fell to the door like I was in tremendous pain. I
gave an Oscar winning performance.

Hannah flew to my side and asked if I was okay. Rick seemed startled by what
had happened and also knelt down and asked if I was okay. It may have been
rotten of me to pretend to be hurt even after Rick showed genuine remorse for
what he'd done, but all is fair in love and war.

I just held onto my chest where Rick had shoved me with both of my hands,
moaned in pain and pretended like I couldn't catch my breath. "Try to
breathe," Hannah advised me.

"Geez, I didn't think I pushed him that hard," Rick proclaimed.

Hannah turned to Rick. "You're a lot bigger than he is!" she cried.

"I know. Honest, I wasn't trying to hurt him." Then, turning defensive, he
asked, "Why does he always have to be around all the time anyway?"

"Because he's my friend!" The irony was that if Hannah knew that Rick wanted
to be alone with her, she would have told me to "Get lost," too. Hell, I was
surprised she hadn't already told me that as soon as he arrived.

"Yeah right! Sometimes it seems like he's more than that!"

"Don't be stupid! I could never like Gary as more than a friend." Hearing that
hurt way more than Rick's shove. It hurt more than any of the many times
Hannah had beaten me up.

"What do you mean stupid? I'm not stupid!" Being called stupid was a major
trigger for Rick since he wasn't the most academic kid in school. "Maybe next
time I won't just push the little wimp. Maybe next time I'll kick his ass!"

"If you try it, I'll kick your ass!" Hannah told him. This made Rick laugh. It
made me a little scared. This wasn't like Hannah beating me up on a regular
basis. This wasn't even like being able to beat up the older kids back in
grade school. Rick was essentially a man at least physically""a very strong
man who knew how to fight. I was sure that Hannah could still whip most boys
our age, but I wasn't sure she could take Rick.

Boy was I wrong.

Hannah warned Rick to stop laughing which cause Rick to laugh harder. After
several rounds of "You better stop laughing," followed by many retorts of
"What are you going to do about it?" (It should be noted that Rick was mostly
saying this in a flirty rather than threatening way.) Hannah gave Rick a
backhanded slap that sent him flying across the room. Unlike me, Rick wasn't
faking it when he crashed into some furniture.

He was back on his feet in a second and shouted, "Hold it right there! I don't
want to fight you, Hannah."

"You should have thought about that before asking me what I was going to do
about it," she said as she advanced towards him. The thing that struck me the
most was that Hannah was completely confident in her ability to handle Rick
just as easily as she handled a wimp like me.

"I don't want to hit you, Hannah," Rick cried. "Just stay where you are."
Hannah walked over to him and grabbed his shirt with one hand and effortlessly
lifted him into the air. She held him there and doubled up her other fist and
shook it at him. She looked at him with a scowl, but I could tell that she was
not really angry any more. Now she was mostly being playful.

"P ... put me d ... down," he whimpered.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?"

"M ... maybe."

"Just m ... maybe," she mocked. Okay. So let's pause here for a second. I know
that Hannah really liked Rick. She told me so. And I know that she liked
spending time with him and kissing and making out with him. But when she was
holding Rick in the air this way and clearly scaring the shit out of him, I
saw a joy in her eyes that I never saw when she talked about how much she
liked kissing him. Hannah knew that I liked it when she intimidated me this
way, and as strange as it may seem, I think this was her way of flirting with
him.

This point was entirely lost on Rick.

She shook him and waved her fist at him again. She scowled and repeated, "ARE
YOU SCARED?"

He shouted, "YES! I'M SCARED! PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T HIT ME AGAIN!"

Seeing Hannah so easily lift someone as big and strong looking as Rick really
turned me on. Seeing the fear in his eyes as he begged her not to hurt him
again greatly increased my pleasure.

Hannah set him gently back on the ground. She let out a girlish giggle. If
Rick had stayed, Hannah for sure would have ordered me to go home so that she
could make out with Rick more passionately than they'd ever made out before.
In fact, they might have done more than just make out.

However, Rick didn't stay. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he took off
running. He ran out the front door, and as far as I know, he didn't stop until
he got home.

"Was ... was he crying?" Hannah asked. She seemed completely stunned.

"I think so," I replied. I knew for sure that he was, but I wasn't sure if
making him cry would please Hannah or distress her, so I remained
non-committal. Then I stupidly added, "Serves him right for being such an
asshole."

Hannah turned to me with blood in her eyes. "Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!"

"But Hannah""," I started. Before I got out another word, she was on me. This
time she grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up with one hand. She shook
her fist at me like she did with Rick, but this time there was nothing playful
about it. I'd been scared of Hannah before plenty of time, but nothing like
this. I was so terrified that I pissed myself.

When the urine smell reached Hannah's nose and she looked at the growing
yellow stain on the front of my pants, she tossed me aside and shouted,
"That's gross! Get out of my house. Go home!"

"But Hannah ... ." But really, what could I say.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" she shouted. I did as I was told.

Several hours later I called her. She was still mad at me, but she also needed
someone to confide in. "Rick won't answer his phone," she told me. "Do you
think he'll forgive me."

Reluctantly I replied, "I'm sure he will." That's not what I hoped would
happen, but I honestly thought he would. What guy wouldn't forgive a girl as
beautiful and awesome as Hannah? Even though I wanted her all to myself, there
are times when you put your own feelings aside for the sake of a friend.

Something happened before Hannah could ask Rick to forgive her. There was a
big snow storm that night, and we didn't have school for the next four days.
During that whole time Rick would not answer his phone. When we were back in
school again, Hannah couldn't find Rick. It turns out that he'd moved to
another state to live with his grandparents. I knew that Hannah had humiliated
him and scared the crap out of him, but I never thought he'd have that strong
a reaction.

Hannah tried over and over to call him, but he never would answer her calls.
Neither one of us would see Rick again for several years.

When Hannah found out that Rick was gone, she was heartbroken. She really did
like him. She was also mad at me because she thought I was partly to blame for
what happened. I'm glad that she never found out how much I was to blame
because she probably would have put me in the hospital.

I bided my time and sought every opportunity to get back in her good graces.
Other boys continued to pursue Hannah, but she wasn't interested. She really
missed Rick. It took a couple of months, but gradually Hannah was willing to
let me hang around and worship her again.

It was just after we both turned fifteen. Believe it or not, our birthdays
were only one day apart. How ridiculously convenient is that? As with
everything about our relationship, she was first. I saved up for months and
bought her a gold chain for her birthday. Her birthday present to me was that
she wore the chain I bought her. This told me that she had more-or-less
completely forgiven me.

I finally felt brave enough to broach "the Rick Incident". I just had to tell
her how much it excited me to see her so easily dominate someone so big and
strong. I didn't tell her how much it aroused me, but I didn't have to. She
knew.

I said, "Boy, Hannah, I knew you were strong, but I had no idea you were
strong enough to lift Rick like that with one hand."

"That was nothing," she said.

"Nothing? It was incredible," I assured her.

Hannah knew that I liked that she was stronger than me. And I knew that she
liked that I liked knowing she was stronger than me. This was an unspoken
understanding between us. She leaned into me and asked, "Can you keep a
secret?"

Much of our relationship was built on me ALWAYS being there for Hannah to
confide in. I knew that sharing a secret would bind us closer together.
Naturally, I JUMPED at this opportunity. "Yes, you know I can."

Hannah took me to her basement into a room I'd never been in before. It was
full of the biggest set of free weights I'd ever seen. There were several
overly thick bars loaded with oversized weight plates. There was one sitting
on the floor in the middle of the room that dominated all the others. "That
barbell looks like it weighs a thousand pounds," I observed.

"It's closer to 1400 pounds," Hannah informed me. "It's used for dead
lifting." I knew just enough to know that a dead lift required the lifter to
bring the weight off the ground high enough to lock their knees and hold it
there for a few seconds. I knew that Hannah's father was an extremely big,
muscular guy with huge muscles, but I had no idea he could deadlift close to
1400 pounds. I told Hannah this.

She laughed. "This isn't what my father dead lifts. These are my mother's
weights. My father's weights are over there." She pointed over in the corner
where there was another set of normal sized barbells that three minutes before
would have seemed impressive.

"Your mother!?" Hannah's mother was a very attractive woman""nearly as
attractive as Hannah""with an amazing figure. She was less than half the size
of her father.

"My mom can lift three times what my father can lift," Hannah explained
casually.

A light went off in my head. Some things started to make sense.

"That's why my dad is scared shitless of her," Hannah added with a delighted
girlish giggle, "The same way you're scared shitless of me." I knew that she
meant this as a threat. She was telling me to never cross her again. I got all
that, but I couldn't help but feel excited to hear her compare our
relationship to her mother and father. I would gladly live under Hannah's
thumb and be her slave if it meant that I thought she felt one tenth of the
love for me that I felt for her.

She walked over to the massive barbell that dominated the room. "C ... can you
really lift that much?" I asked. I could hardly breathe.

"Just wait and see," she said with a sassy smile. "First, I better get
prepared," she said. Before I could ask what that meant, she removed the
T-shirt she was wearing and stood before me in just her bra to cover her upper
body. The poor undergarment looked like it was straining with all its might to
contain Hannah's more than ample DD breasts. I'd seen her in bikini tops
before, but this moment was heightened by the taboo of seeing her in her
underwear. Plus, her breasts had gotten bigger and fuller since the last time
I'd seen her in a bikini.

She bent over causing her breasts to nearly spill out their cups. It seemed to
me that she was moving quite slowly and deliberately. She was driving me crazy
with anticipation and she knew it. She gripped the oversized bar. "I wonder if
I can really lift this great big barbell," she said as if I wasn't in the room
and she was talking to herself.

"Yes, yes, please do it," I implored her. And just in case I didn't sound
longing enough I begged, "Please, Hannah, please."

With all too little effort, Hannah lifted the weight off the floor and stood
up. "Is this what you wanted to see me do?"

"Yes, Hannah, God yes!"

Before I could express my appreciation in greater detail, she did the
impossible and heaved the gigantic weight up to her shoulders. "Or were you
hoping to see me do this?" I didn't reply. I couldn't""at least not with
words. Maybe my eyes bugging out of my head and the expression on my face said
enough because then Hannah pressed the ponderous poundage completely over her
head with her powerful arms fully extended and began doing reps!

Neither her face nor her body showed the least sign of stress or strain.

I turned and ran out the door, up the stairs and out the front door. I didn't
stop running until I reached the safety of my own room and hid under the
covers. It wasn't that I wanted to escape Hannah. On the contrary, I wanted to
throw myself at her feet and beg her to make me her slave forever. It's that I
wanted to""I needed to""unleash the intense passion I felt. In other words, I
needed to jerk off immediately, and I didn't think if Hannah would allow me to
do that in front of her.

The next day when I did throw myself at her feet and begged her to make me her
slave forever, she happily accepted.

This was sort of the beginning of our romantic relationship. She didn't let me
touch her at first except to let me kiss her feet, but she spent so much time
with me in public that people began to assume that I was her boyfriend.
Furthermore, she did nothing to make people think otherwise.

This was partly because I was the only one who knew Hannah's secret which she
still wanted to keep. The strange thing about this was that Hannah LOVED to
show off her physical accomplishments. For example, when she joined the track
team our sophomore year, she loved setting state high school girls records in
the hundred meter dash, the shot put, the 1600 meter run and the high jump.
She picked this wide array of events to let everyone know she was awesome.

However, only I really knew how awesome she was. I was the only one who knew
that if she wanted to she could easily crush all existing world records, women
or men's, in these events""or any other track or field event""in a single
afternoon without working up a sweat. Even then she could run a two minute
mile, throw a men's shot almost a hundred yards and high jump higher than the
pole vault world record.

I went to all of her track meets and stood by with a towel when she finished
every event.

It was during our private time together that she really showed off. In
addition to the athletic achievements I mentioned above, she regularly put on
exhibitions of her growing strength for me. By the time we were sixteen she
could do one handed presses with her mom's 1400 pound barbell. Often she would
do this while wearing skimpy bikinis. Her breasts had grown to F-cups.

She also happily informed me that her father was afraid of her "You're afraid
of me too, aren't you?"

"Yes, Hannah, that's why I'm your slave," I would assure her.

"Is that the only reason?"

"No," I admitted.

"It's because I'm so hot isn't it?" she asked. "You want me, don't you, wimp?"

"Yes, Hannah, I want you."

"Then why don't you beg? Why don't you get down on your knees and grovel and
beg me to let you kiss me on the lips?" And so I would, but for a long time
she wouldn't let me. Eventually she allowed me to kiss her round, firm ass in
addition to her feet, so that was progress.

By this time I knew she liked me, but obviously she didn't like me as much as
she'd liked Rick. She made out with Rick. I'm sure that if Rick hadn't moved
she'd be having sex with him by now. That bothered me, but what could I do?

One night she invited over to her house. She told me she had something to show
me. She stripped down to her bra and panties and loaded her mother's oversized
weight bar with more weight than I'd ever seen.

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