TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN
 - a DTM story -



(amysconquest.com)

The statuesque, voluptuously built beauty seductively descended onto his
awaiting form. The feel of her firm, powerful physique was simply intoxicating
as she laid over him, around him, enveloping him in a cage of lush female
muscle. His hands reached up and around her incredibly broad back and
shoulders, wide enough to completely eclipse him from view from above, tracing
the numerous bumps and bulges of muscle that encompassed it; as he felt her
sexually charged midsection grind into him with passion and power, rubbing her
etched stomach into his own, before taking his impressively sized cock inside
her dripping wet pussy.

Her massive breasts, large, round, firm, full, moved back and forth over his
own fit, though out-classed, chest; as she lowered her luscious lips to his,
tickling his mouth with her own, her tongue playing all about his sexily
quivering lips. He felt her powerful arms about both sides of his head, her
hands clasping onto his wrists, as she sexily pinned his arms against the soft
mattress below them, alternatingly flexing her biceps hard and strong as she
continued to kiss him.

Such sensations were driving both of these young lovers Wild with Lust. Their
moans and groans of ecstasy echoing all about this room, their sexually
grinding forms bringing them to greater orgasmic heights - that was until this
bountiful beauty's once sensually flexing biceps began to increase in
tightness, her formerly pleasurable touches now turning painful; something her
thick, solid thighs followed with in turn, increasing her formerly snuggling
embrace to agonizing crushes on his own legs and torso. Even her vaginal
muscles began to flex and squeeze, swiftly causing more waves of pain all
about her lover's hard shaft, gradually crushing his manhood deep inside her
powerful pussy.

The look of her man's growing agony clearly excited her, as she smiled
devilishly at his increasing looks of discomfort, sensually biting her lower
lip, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, as she continued to pour on the power.
Her grinding hips came pounding faster into his body, harder, stronger, as did
the increasingly tightening of her physique that engulfed him. His body once
filled with pleasure, it was now rapidly being eclipsed with pain, so much so
he now tried with all his might to fight his way free, to break loose from his
Amazonian lover's sexual grasp. Though fit as he was, he was no match for her
physically, her size and strength (which was something that initially brought
them together) were clearly superior to his own, a fact that she Loved proving
to him again and again.

So the ravenous red-head held her man captive, becoming more erotically
charged by the second at his inability to escape, which only made her thrust
and squeeze into him tighter, stronger, harder. Doing so for several minutes,
his cries and pleas mixing with her erotic groanings all echoing about this
bedroom, until she Exploded her sexual juices all over his enveloped (and
partially mangled) cock, causing her high-pitched feminine voice to scream
loudly with delight, as sounds of Pop, Crack and Snap were being heard
escaping his body, snug tight within her Crushing physique.

After several more minutes of her finishing her post-climax grinding, she
leaned her beautiful face down to her lover's, nose to nose, lips to lips;
smiling as he cried in pain from the series of broken bones she had just given
him, and in a soft, sensual, seductive tone, whispered teasingly into his ears
"Was it good for you, Baby?"

"AAAHHHHHH!!" Steve Carter screamed out as his torso sprang up from his bed,
one arm clutching his ribs as an automatic response, his face covered in sweat
from this latest, yet all too reoccuring, nightmare. Even though it had been
almost a year since he had seperated from Joan, his former girlfriend,
uncontrollable night-time visions of their violent, pain-filled experiences
were all too common for him. Her lusciously buff 6' 2" 220 pound physique was
initially a huge turn on to this former Amazon-loving man, yet his dreams of
being with such a powerfully built woman swiftly turned to fear and dread, as
she began asserting her dominance over him (and not in the fun, playful way he
had always dreamed of). Physically controlling him at most every turn,
especially in the bedroom, where her power over him erotically thrilled her to
no end; having total control, with him not having a say at all, was the
ultimate turn on for her.

Steve's own 6' 190 pound body was hardly weak or wimpy, yet against Joan's
superior size, lusciously muscular form, and truly incredible strength, he may
as well have been a child in comparison. Her treatment of him growing more
harsh and controlling as time went on, and it was towards the end of their
relationship that such control and dominance turned into actual injuries and
physical damage for him, ending with a several week stay in the hospital for
him after actually breaking up with her (Joan letting him know in her
relationships, it was HER that did the breaking!) When Steve finally emerged
from the hospital and made his way back to his apartment, he found all inside
(even several walls) smashed, broken and destroyed; which while he claimed
ignorance off when it came to the authorities, he knew full well that his home
and possessions suffered the wrath of his rage filled, fiery red-headed
Amazonian-Ex.

Though that event was some time ago, his sleep was still being disturbed by
images of her, and their various experiences together. His seconds-ago
nightmare of Joan breaking several of his ribs during sex was in fact taken
from an actual occurrence, as was his dream several nights before of her using
her massive thighs to crush in on his head while out shopping at the mall (her
way of persuading him buy her yet another trinket for her jewelry collection),
as was the one just over a week ago of Joan beating him up due to her belief
that he was cheating on her (something later proven false). Their time
together more than enough to completely flip the ideal object of lust in
Steve's mind, his former fantasies of being with a powerful, sexy, muscular
woman now the exact feminine image he himself loathed, and even feared, these
days. Yet try as he might to forget, Joan always seemed to creep her lush,
firm, powerful body back into his mind.

It was now 5:00am, earlier than Steve would normally wake up (thanks to his
latest muscle crushing vision), though with his mind whirling about as it was,
he knew that going back to sleep was just not an option. So he rose up from
his bed, hitting the bathroom before putting on a pair of shorts, a T-shirt
and some running shoes, as he then made his way out of his apartment, into the
slightly chilly Spring morning, and over to a nearby park for his usual
morning jog. His fit frame making good time around the path laid-out for such
joggers, the area around him filled with trees, though with enough open space
to allow him to see what was coming up ahead - or so he thought, as due to
Steve starting this morning's routine a bit earlier than normal, he was unused
to the area about him being noticeably darker than usual, due to the sun only
barely making its away up from the horizon.

An important fact that Steve didn't take much notice of, his mind still
fluttering with pain-filled images, and even near-physical sensations, of his
time with Joan; someone he took careful measures to avoid seeing since their
break up, though someone in the next few seconds he would have given anything
to have by his side, as he swiftly came upon a pair of men standing in his way
on the running path before him, their looks devious, their intentions all too
evident.

"Can I help you guys with something?" Steve used all his courage to make out
calmly, trying his best to sound unintimidated. Words that were met with no
reply, only a growing smile on the faces of the two men before him. "Look,
I......I don't have any cash in my wallet, just credit cards, they wouldn't be
any use for you....." Steve continued on, sounding a bit more nervous and
concerned as he did so.

"Well then, maybe me and the boys just wanna have a little fun beatin' on ya.
OK guys, time for a little game of Jump The Jogger!" one of the men barked
out.

"Boys? Guys? But there's only two of them, who......." Steve thought to
himself, as around the nearby trees emerged another 5 men, surrounding him,
making chances of him simply out-running this situation all but impossible,
while making his heart beat fast enough that he thought it would escape his
chest.

To Steve's credit, his through-the-roof levels of adrenline seemed to cause
his fear to swiftly change to courage, as his fists came up, and he adopted a
fighting stance. Not professionally trained to fight in the least (unless one
could count his failed attempts to fight off Joan, that was) he was still a
fit and able man, capable of throwing a punch; at least that's what he told
himself here and now, in addition to cursing himself silly for coming out so
early this day, and not waiting for the sun to fully alight this now much more
omnious looking setting.

Unfortunately for him, being surrounded as he was, it was all too easy for
those behind him to get in the first shot.......and the second.....and third,
and so on. Though luckily enough, Steve only felt the first few strikes,
vicious punches crashing into his face, before being knocked unconscious, now
seemingly left to the "mercy" of this violent gang of thugs. The last sounds
he heard were of the men screaming around him, like wild animals howling out
as they pounced on a defenseless prey - or were they crying out for another
matter entirely?

Some time later, though not very much longer judging by the only marginally
more sunlit area, Steve awoke. His head and body sore and aching, though
surprisingly he wasn't in as much pain as he would have thought. In fact, for
being savagely beaten up by 7 men, he was surprised he wasn't in a coma (he
figured his previous man-handlings from Joan conditioned him somewhat for such
physical experiences). His head in particular feeling better than expected,
feeling as if it was laying on a comforting pillow; something as his mind and
vision began to fully return to him, he realized wasnt too far off.

"Are you OK?" spoke out a soft, gentle feminine voice from above him, spoken
by a young blond woman, who had Steve's laid out form resting into her own
kneeling body. His head laying on her lap, her soft fingertips gently caressed
his head, as she gently rocked him to and fro in an effort to sooth his
clearly aching form.

"Who.....who are......."

"My name's Debi, don't worry, I'm here to help. Are you OK, do you think you
can stand? If not, you can lay on me until you are" she continued on, ending
her words with a warm smile that would melt the heart of any man. With that,
Steve nodded, and did his best, along with Debi's support, to return to his
feet, she still holding him steady until he looked capable of standing fully
himself.

"What.....what happened?" Steve somewhat groggily made out to Debi, who stood
about half a foot shorter than his own 6' height, her body clad in a near
fully concealing track-suit, her long blonde hair tied back in a
exercise-ready ponytail.

"Shhhhh, save your strength Steve......oh, I found your wallet on the ground,
it's all as you left it" she continued on, explaining why she knew his name,
"Why don't we see if we can get you home, OK?" and with that, the two slowly
made their way back to his apartment, Debi watching over Steve's battered
form, as the sun began to emerge from across the horizon, brightening up the
area about them, thankfully providing them safer surrounds for their return
trip.

Upon reach their intended destination, Steve invited Debi inside, something
she would have insisted on anyway in order to properly care for his recently
battered form. Being a nursing student, Debi knew full well that the affects
of head injuries could sometimes show up several hours after the initial
impact; and being a good, kind-hearted woman, she wanted to make sure Steve
was alright, using her learned healing skills to look after him the best that
she could. And look after him, she did. Laying him down on his bed, covering
him up snugly beneath his blankets, she arranged and then placed a damp cloth
on his forehead, then sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, where she
held onto his hand, gently stroking it in an effort to get him in a more
relaxed and comforting state. Her kindness to Steve (a complete stranger) was
unreal, her nurturing attitude and soft whipsering words putting him at rest
all too swiftly. So much so, in mere minutes Steve's consciousness left him
again for the second time this morning, though this time in a much more
pleasurable way. Thoughts of his recent beating were being replaced with that
of this incredible woman taking such good care of him now - unfortunately to
his now drifting off mind, Beatings and Women meant one thing in
particular.........

Fear! Steve remembered being very afraid. Terrified, in fact, though for the
life of him, at this very moment, he wasn't sure why. He was locked in a room,
one he didn't quite recognize, though one he felt he actually placed himself
inside - but for what reason? Protection, yes, images of him needing to run,
to flee, to hide, filled his mind here and now. He would then ask himself,
hide from what, though a second later that obvious question would be answered
all too clearly.

"Baby, are you playing hide and seek with Joanie again? Are you in your safe
little room? Safe from your big bad girlfriend?" cooed out sensually the voice
of Joan, followed by three soft knocks on the large wooden door before him.
"Awwww, dont you want to have some fun tonight? I'm so very much in the mood,
though I must say, you acting as you are is making me so much moreso" she
continued on in her seductively intimidating tone, which was followed by a
series of soft, feminine giggles. Though her softness ended right there, as a
BOOM suddenly filled the area, the wooden door shaking furiously from the
other side. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM echoed all about Steve, as he closed his ears in
fear, though he eyes were transfixed on the door, helplessly watching as its
powerful frame rapidly gave way to Joan's even stronger body, watching as a
hole was being created by her Slamming form, a hole about chest high, and just
the size of her gloriously gigantic breasts.

"Hi Baby, did you miss me?" she teasingly cooed while looking through the
large hole in the door, a hole caused solely by her Battering-Ram Breasts,
which Steve knew full well were as powerful as the rest of her voluptuously
solid physique. She then slowly reached in for the door handle, though rather
than simply unlocking it, with a swift and savage motion she wrenched it from
its frame, tearing away the metal knob and unlocking this door in her own
unique fashion.

The door opened now to reveal Joan's Amazonian form in its full glory. Wearing
high heels to further increase their difference in height, her now 6' 6" body
was clad only in a fiery red lace bra and panties, red to match her hair, and
fiery for her attitude this night, as she was clearly ready for some Fun with
her little man. Unfortunately, what was fun for Joan usually meant pain and
crying for Steve; a statement proven all too correct, as she sported a
malicious grin across her gorgeous face, before squatting down directly before
him, grabbing both sides of his face with her large, powerful hands, and
placing his head deep inside her thick, round, beefy breasts. Breasts that
surrounded his skull almost completely, breasts that were capable of
suffocating him now without even trying, though with just the slightest bit of
muscle flexing, she could also - CRUSH - causing Steve to scream out inside
her vice-like tits...........so much so he awoke with a series of loud gasps
of breath; Debi right there, still holding his hand, looking a bit worried at
what could possibly have caused him to awake in such a state.

"Steve! Steve, are you alright!" Debi made out in equal parts comfort and
concern, worrying he might have been suffering from an after-affect of his
recent beating, as she gently lowered his risen up torso back to its
comfortable resting place below.

"I.....I......yeah, yeah, I'm fine......" Steve replied, realizing that his
previously envisioned skull-crush was just his latest "dream" of Joan,
something looking up at the attractive face of Debi before him quickly made
him forget. "I'm so sorry, you shouldn't have to look after me as you are, you
can go anytime you like, I'll be fine now, I'm sure"

"Well, I don't mind staying around a bit more, making sure you're alright
before I go......if that's OK with you?" Debi innocently asked, such a stark
contrast to his ex-girlfriend's commanding demeanour, that Steve couldn't help
open his heart to her, allowing her to stay as long as she wished. Which in
this case was several more hours, the two of them talking about themselves
(Steve finding out that she was actually a nursing student, all the more
reason for her taking such good care of him after his vicious attack), the two
getting to know more and more about one another, almost as if this was a first
date, instead of him being taken care of and looked after by this
early-morning jogging beauty. While Steve did sense a hint of her hiding
something during their talk, especially when he tried to get details of
exactly how she found him that morning, he blew it off without much concern,
as he knew full well that having minor secrets in one's past was all too
common an event these days.

In the end, they hit it off so well, that Steve actually asked Debi out on an
official first date as she was leaving (he politely walking her to the door as
she did so), something her warm smile and reply of Yes helped make this day
one of the best in a long time for him, despite its horrendous beginning. So
with a warm hug, the two parted company, Debi satisfied at this point that
Steve would be OK (her nursing background initially making her more than a bit
werry of his head injury, which he seemed to recover nicely from, almost as if
he were used to such beatings....), both of them looking forward to their date
later in the week.

A day that came all too slowly for Steve, as he really felt a surprisingly
strong bond between Debi and himself, and simply couldn't wait for their date
night to arrive. It had been a long time since he had dated anyone, since his
break-up with Joan, his time with her scaring him away from such encounters,
though he simply couldn't help asking Debi out, their emotional connection
clear and obvious to them both, and he knew he had to see her again. Thoughts
of calling her several times during the week popped into his mind, though as
he didn't want to appear overly pushing (not knowing that she was feeling the
exact same on her end) he decided not to, and did his best to patiently wait
for Friday night to see her once again. Dressed to impress, Steve stood before
a full length mirror hanging from his closet door's interior, doing his what
he could to make himself look the best he could, a stylish suit adorning his
well sculpted body, a smile forming around his handsome face, as the
excitement of seeing Debi again whirled about his mind.

After making sure his preparation for this date was complete, Steve then made
his way downstairs, planning to wait outside his apartment building for his
evening's date to arrive, as he suggested that since she knew where he lived
already (and to avoid sounding creepy in asking for her address), that she
stop by and pick him up tonight. Though as he emerged from his complex he was
surprised to find that she was already there, waiting for him, a beautiful
smile adorning a face that if he thought was attractive before, now looked
utterly Stunning. Her long blonde hair elegantly styled, with only a hint of
make-up to further emphasize her already model-esque facial features. Features
that looked never more beautiful than when she smiled, which she did often
around Steve, something he noticed as he entered her car, officially beginning
their first date together.

Their trip to dinner filled with laughter, as they once again continued
talking to one another, chatting comfortably as if they were life-long
friends, and before long they reached their destination, a very highly rated
resturant that Steve suggested, knowing of course he would be paying for their
night, a small price to pay for her nurturing treatment of him earlier in the
week. He then insisted that she stay seated, at least long enough for him to
exit his own seat and open her car door, extending a hand for one of her's, as
he gently lead her out and guided her towards this locale's large front doors.
The click of her high heels echoing about the concrete sidewalk, Steve
couldn't help but look at Debi in awe as they walked, wondering how he could
be so lucky as to have the interest of such a beautiful young woman. Though a
long coat hid most all of her physique at the moment, with the exception of a
hint of cleavage (Steve doing his best to reserve himself from gazing into,
though he was a man after all), he could still tell that she took care of
herself physically, her early morning jog the day they met leaving little
doubt of that.

Soon after they entered this stylish and fancy resturant, were greeted very
professionally and then taken to their previously reserved table. Steve's job
as a lawyer made for an impressive salary, as it did connections to all the
best resturants around (as it was all too common for those in his field to
take their clients out for business lunches and dinners). Once there, Steve
thanked the maitre d', slipping him a $20 note for his "troubles", before
pulling out a chair in this secluded table for Debi to sit. She smiled at him,
loving this gentlemanly act, as she made her way over to him; facing the
table, her back to Steve, as his hands rose up to politely remove her coat -
an act that once completed, sent a wave of Shock throughout his entire body.

"My God!.......she has, muscles!!" Steve thought out to himself in utter
surprise, as he gazed at the newly exposed shoulders of his date, her evening
dress a very elegant black outfit, whose spaghetti-strapped style left little
to the imagination regarding her upper back, shoulders and arms; and while his
eye was trained to spot the muscular curves of women, such a "talent" was
completely unnecessary in this case, as the rounded caps of her shoulders, the
ripples about her back, the definition in her arms and the V-shape of her back
was all too evident.

"No......" Steve made out in shock and disappointment, as while he once Loved
the look and feel of such athletically fit females, his time with Joan rapidly
turned that mindset completely around, vowing to never again date such a
woman, to never again be the constant victim of his partner's physical
superiority. His heart sank even further, as he then gazed down at her legs,
also newly exposed at the removal of her coat, he couldn't help but notice her
hard, diamond shaped calves, and a more than noticeable curve of hamstring
muscle jutting out from the back of her legs. Still standing behind the now
seated Debi, Steve's mind whirled about in a flash, cursing his luck for
having this once "normal" woman transform in an instant (in his mind, that
was) into a buff, hardbodied musclegirl.

No.....no, wait, Steve thought to himself, Sure she's got muscular shape and
clear hardness about her body, but she was still a good deal shorter, smaller
and lighter than he was, no where near the lusciously thick muscular curves of
his statuesque Ex. As fit as she looked, he bet he could even out-wrestle her
if it came down to it, an odd thought indeed to traverse through Steve's mind,
though at this point in time, that's all he could think about. Not her utterly
stunning beauty, or how tenderly she treated him after his early morning
attack, simply focusing on if it came down to it, could she beat him up, and
would he be helpless to stop her.

"You OK back there?" Debi chirped out with a smile, waking Steve up from his
female muscle induced trance, causing him to slowly make his way around her,
joining her in his seat across this small, intimate table. "OK, I was teasing
before, but now I'm asking seriously.....are you OK Steve?" Debi made out with
a concerned look on her face, noticing his formerly fun and personable
attitude now replaced by surprise and shock. A look she had seen before,
several times, in the men she dated, though she felt this time, this date,
would certainly be different.

"No.....yes....no, I'm fine" Steve unconvincingly made out, doing his best to
remain calm and cool, as thankfully a waitress bringing over some glasses of
water helped to break the growing tension about them.

The two then did their best to move past this point, ordering their meal,
Steve using the broad menu to help block out the sight of Debi's athletically
firm physique, though once ordered and the menu removed, he was left with
nothing to block the sight of her tight, toned body. While certainly not
musclebound by any means, Debi was a well muscled and clearly solidly built
woman. Her frame more on the level of a seasoned fitness girl, her physique
focusing more on hard, firmness than big, bulky muscles; and as pointed out by
Steve himself, she was still noticeably smaller than he was overall. Be that
as it may, he could only focus on the impressive width of her back and
shoulders, the way her biceps hardened when she only casually moved her arms,
the occassional signs of pec ripples about the top of her breasts. All such
sights that once thrilled him to no end, now caused nothing but panic to
course all about him. Something he did his best to hide, though being as smart
(and in this case, experienced) as Debi was, she knew just what was going on
here - and in this case, it was breaking her heart.

"You know, I thought you were different" Debi then made out, her eyes showing
the beginnings of tears, as she looked up and across into Steve's face, "I
thought with how fit you are, how you enjoyed your morning jogs......how good
and kind a man you are......that you wouldn't mind.....that you would be
strong and confident enough to be with a woman like me, a woman with a body
like mine......" she continued on, her voice trailing away in an emotionally
defeated tone. "I see how you're looking at me, I felt your shock when you
took off my coat, and saw my body for the first time. Well, don't you worry
Steve, I'll do you a favor and end your uncomfortability right now" Debi
concluded, as she rose from her seat, tears now clearly running down her face,
as she grabbed her coat and with a final, heart-felt, softly-spoken "Goodbye"
she made her way out, leaving Steve alone to truly think what she had done -
or more specifically, what he had done to her.

Debi had been nothing but kind to him from the very moment they met, she
helped him and took care of him when he needed it, and afterwards she talked
with him, laughed with him, and really liked him. Yes she has a firm, hard
body, but would he let that be ALL that defined her, and would he really let
her leave in such a way solely due to a mental block of fear that was placed
in his mind by a completely different woman? No, he wouldn't.

"Debi, wait!" Steve then burst out, rapidly racing out of the resturant to
find and apologize to his date, whom he clearly hurt very deeply. He spotted
her half-way between his current location and her parked car, so he bolted on
after her, calling out for her to stop, yet she kept on moving. "Debi wait,
please!"

"Leave me alone Steve. You don't like women that look like me, OK, I get it.
Let's just end it there before things get worse" Debi made out, her emotions
mixed now with bits of anger.

"No, you dont understand, it's not like that. Please, just Stop and let me
explain!" Steve gruffly made out to the still walking away Debi, frustrated at
her reluctance to stop and talk to him, he instictively (though gently)
grabbed one of her arms from behind - what happened next took his earlier
Shock to a whole different level.

As soon as he grabbed her, Debi instantly spun around, her long blond hair
whirling about her, as she grasped onto his wrist with her free hand, using
her expertly trained grip to both pinch her other arm free, as well as giving
a slight bending back on Steve's own, causing a bolt of pain to flow about his
wrist. Both of her arms now free, and with a slight feminine cry, she flipped
Steve up and over himself, where he landed on the ground with a Thud, Debi
holding his arm the entire time, locking him in place below her, locking him
in a position where she could have followed up with countless other
devastating moves and strikes - yet all she did at this point, a split second
from instinctively crashing her high-heeled foot into his face, was release
his slightly sore hand, then holding her face in both of hers, and cry.

Steve was one again taken aback, as while he knew Debi possessed an obviously
fit physique, her smaller build (in muscular size and actual height) helped
him still see himself as the physical superior to her; something that even at
this stage he felt was very important. Yet while he was able to come to terms
with her impressively well-built body, her newly revealed martial arts ability
brought her to another level of acceptance entirely. Where he once thought if
things ever got rough, that he could at least defend himself against her,
possibly hold her still until she calmed down, Steve now realized that he
clearly had no hope at all against this martial arts master (who just took him
to the ground, with ease, in a matter of seconds). A fact that nearly caused
him to run from this scene with all his might, thinking about doing just that
as he rose up from the ground, giving his wrist a slight rubbing as he did so.

Though before acting on rash impulse, a sudden thought now burst into his mind
- the morning that they first met, Debi didn't just come across his battered
form on the ground, she actually saved him from that vicious gang, she Must
have! She stepped in to protect himself, she beat them all away, and very
possibly saved his very life, as well as making sure he got back home safely,
and taking care of him for hours afterwards. No, this woman (and her ability
to kick his ass without effort) was no monster to fear.....she was an Angel,
she was his Angel.

Steve then made his way over to Debi, her face still sobbing in her hands, and
at the risk of yet another harsh flipping (or worse), he gently wrapped his
arms around her smaller frame, holding her into him tenderly, and whispered in
her ears, "I am so sorry". Words that then caused her to look up at him, as a
hand softly rose up to wipe away the tears from her glistening blue eyes, as
heart-felt words escaped from his own emotionally quivering lips, "Now
please......let me explain"

And explain he did, over the next 10 minutes he told Debi all about his
ex-girlfriend Joan, about how badly she had treated him, bullied him, abused
him, used her muscle packed frame and superior strength to do whatever she
wanted to him. How his time with her turned his one-time love of fit, strong,
muscular women and made that the exact opposite of what he would ever want to
be with again; not out of disgust of how they looked, but out of fear of what
they could do to him. That his reaction to her body was not how he truly felt
inside, it was what had been imprinted onto him after his "relationship" with
Joan.

As Steve went on, Debi's heart began to break once more, though this time not
for her own pain, but for his. Her feelings of sorrow for how he was treated,
her understanding of why he acted the way he did, Debi's warm and loving heart
felt such things and more for Steve; who at this point now seemed to be the
one in need of a tear wiped from his eyes, and a snug, comforting hug. At the
end of their discussion, the beautiful young woman smiled up at him, grasped
onto his hand with equal parts firm and loving, and spoke out in her soft,
tender voice "So, shall we continue with our date? I bet our meals will be
waiting for us" she concluded with a teasing smile, as she wrapped one of her
arms around Steve's, resting her head into his strong shoulder, walking next
to him as he lead them both back to the nearby resturant, and their secluded,
romantically positioned, table.

"I'm so sorry Debi, I didn't mean to make you feel so bad. I.....it......you
just caught me off guard. I swear, I'll make it up to you" Steve made out in a
very genuine tone, reaching out for her hands, which she gave to him freely to
hold.

"Shhhhhh, that's all in the past, OK? Let's just forget that, relax, and enjoy
ourselves" she replied with a gorgeous grin, one that as so often happened,
lit up the room in Steve's eyes. Not a second after that, their food arrived,
just as Debi had playfully predicted, all perfectly cooked, all absolutely
delicious, which they both enjoyed to no end over the next several minutes.

"Steve, not to bring up a touchy subject......" Debi inquisatively made out,
her curiousity and anxiety combined getting the better of her.

"Debi, after what we've just been through, you can talk to me about anything"
Steve replied reassuringly.

"Good, thanks. Well, I was wondering, your fascination with strong, powerful
women, when brought that on in the first place? I mean, I can certainly
understand the attraction, though most men really aren't into that look for
the women they want to be with........trust me, I know that all too well" the
beautifully buff blond made out, her last few words trailing off softly from
her ruby red lips.

"Hey....." Steve replied, lifting her head up gently with one of his hands,
his eyes locking directly into her own, "......any man that turns away from
you because of your body, is a fool, and not worth your time......trust ME, I
know that all too well" he concluded with a warm smile.

"Thanks Steve" Debi spoke, as her heart swelled for him once again.

"As for my attraction to "Amazon Women", well, I guess it started in college.
I was about 20, never really longing for such girls before then, until two of
the guys that I was sharing a house with started dating some girls from the
track and field team. One was more tall and sleek looking, with long tight
legs and a really firm body, and the other girl was from the more powerful
side of the sport, shot putting, javelin, those areas, who while shorter than
the friend of mine she was seeing, she was just as muscularly built, if not
moreso. Being more active kind of girls as they were, they liked to playfully
rough-house a bit here and there, often times teasingly tackling my friends
and wrestling them to the floor, or giving them tight, crushing squeezes with
their arms or legs when they were on the couch making out. Other times I would
hear them tussling with their boyfriends through our bedroom walls (which were
very thin in that house), always beating them in the end, jokingly making them
Cry Uncle, or using some other safe-word, to escape their various holds; yet
such confrontations were always in fun, never painfully hurting or physically
damaging, and the sex that followed, according to my friends, was
Unreal.......er.....if youre into that kinda thing" Steve made out in a
somewhat retracting manner, his thoughts lost in this era several years behind
him. "So, after a semester of listening to, and seeing......these girls
weren't shy, and they didn't mind little physical displays of their strength
here and there.......I couldn't help but start craving this type of girl for
myself"

"So, it sounded like you had the perfect opportunity to be with such a woman,
had you ever been with one, other than Joan?" Debi asked with much interest,
as Steve replied with a shaking of his head, No. Explaining to her that he had
transferred to another college just after that semester ended, where without
the constant influence of his party-going, Amazon-dating house-mates, he
focused more on his studies than his social life. Though the experiences he
had while living in that house were never forgotten, the things he had seen
and heard, making a solid impression on the relatively young Steve, who
thereafter strongly desired such an athletically gifted girl to be with -
feelings that in time lead him to start dating Joan, who while fitting the
physical bill to a T, lacked the playfulness of what he had remembered seeing
years earlier, she almost always taking things too far, with him helpless to
do anything to stop her.

"So, you long for such a woman all that time, and then when you finally get to
be with one, she becomes your worst nightmare? Sheesh, I would have run
screaming after seeing my body too" she added on, causing them both to laugh
afterwards. "Well, to put your mind at rest, while I'll bet I'm stronger than
most women you know, and even some guys, a man as hunky and buff as you has
nothing to worry about in the strength department, believe me"

"Oh sure, but what you lack in strength you make up for in Heeeiii-Yaaaiii"
Steve joked out with a grin and a few playful karate swings with his hands.

"Oh, so now I'm lacking strength, am I? Well, I'm offended" Debi spoke out
with a teasing little pout, which then burst into another round of laughter
for them both, "Seriously Steve, you never need to worry about anything like
that with me, OK?. I would never dream of hurting you, or bullying you, or
making you do anything that you didn't want to. That's just not me, it's not
who I am, and I certainly would never do anything like that to a guy as nice
and good as you" she continued on, Steve sporting a gentle smile across
handsome face as he listened to her complimentary words. "Heck, I've really
only used my martial arts training in the field a few times, one of them the
other morning.........with you......" she made out, realizing that he may not
have known the truth behind their initial meeting.

"I know Debi, I know, and I owe you so much......thank you"

"You can thank me after dinner....." Debi made out with a sultry look and a
seductive tone, ".....with some dessert, I mean, I'm a real sucker for
chocolate" she teased out with a sexy smile, then taking a sip from her glass
of wine, as the two went on enjoying the rest of their dinner, spending hours
alone talking and laughing, until such time as they were ready to leave, the
two lovers walking out hand in hand, arm in arm. Debi reluctantly drove Steve
back to his apartment, more than a bit disappointed to have this virtually
perfect first date come to an end; or so she thought, as upon arriving at his
building, Steve invited her back up to his place, and offer she simply
couldnt't refuse. Her excitement this night, at finally meeting a man who
wasn't put off by her toned, athletic physique and martial arts skills, was
all too clear, and it seemed that Steve felt the exact same way.

Such was proven without any doubt as they entered his apartment and closed the
door behind them, with Steve and Debi instantly reaching out for one another
with the utmost passion, holding their bodies tight and snug against each
other, their hungry lips cravingly meeting with those of their all too
desirable lover. In a matter of seconds shoes were kicked off, jackets fell to
the floor, and Steve's shirt and tie met with an instant removal by Debi's
sexually aching hands. Their mouths smacking together again in a passionate
lock, as their hands danced and played within every inch of exposed skin of
one another's upper bodies. With a slight removal of herself from Steve's
grasp, Debi released the straps that held her dress on her, allowing it to
fall to the floor at her feet, her even more obvious level of fitness showing
through, as little muscular ripples and defined cuts could be seen all about
her perfectly sculpted form, especially her stomach, which had more than a
hint of 6-pack firmness about it. Her world class physique now clad only in
frilly, soft, lace bra and panties, the sight of which was driving Steve wild
with lust!

So much so he could stay away from her no longer, as he then approached her
nearby form, only to have his own pushed back against one of the walls of his
bedroom with a sexually charged shove by Debi, something she instantly knew
might have brought back dreading images of his time with the physically
dominating Ex; though Steve seeing that she was feeling this way just as
swiftly shook it off, as if telling her all was OK, as his continually probing
hands and kisses was telling her to not stop for an instant. Something which
caused the blond beauty to give a wickedly playful smile, as she thought she
might try to push her luck even further, and bring this intense make-out
session to the next level.

"Tell me Baby....." she cooed out softly, as she broke her mouth away from
his, trailing her lips down his neck and throat for a series of seductively
sensual kisses, "......all of your fantasies of strong, powerful women......."
she continued on, her soft tone mixing perfectly with her lip's erotic
ticklings, her own body quivering at Steve's touches, as she was doing from
his as well, ".......have you ever dreamed about being with a black belt....."
SMOOCH "......in Karate......:" KISS "......Judo....." PECK
"......Jui-Jutsu......" LICK "......Jeet Kune Do......" SUCK ".......and Krav
Maga? Tell me Baby, does that turn you on?" Debi concluded, bringing her lips
back to Steve's for further making-out.

"God Yes" he moaned out in reply, as he wrapped his arms around Debi's smaller
yet very solid frame, holding her body with complete and utter control, a
stark contrast from his time with Joan, who at this point in time was not even
a blip on Steve's mental radar. "Yes, I've always wanted to be......with a
woman.......like you" he continued on, through a near constant array of
kisses.

"Mmmmmm, right answer Baby" Debi cooed in return, as she slowly, sensually
squatted before Steve, un-doing his sylish slacks and lowering them down his
legs, where he then stepped out of them; his body, like her own, now clad only
in a well-styled underwear. "Does it turn you on knowing that I can protect
you? Does it make you Hot to know I could beat up anyone who wanted to hurt
you?" she continued on, her words purposely getting closer and closer to that
level of Amazonian Lust that once drove Steve wild, something she herself had
always wanted to share with a man as well, though never meeting the right one
until her lucky partner here. "Would it turn you on to know how I
punched......" KISS "......and flipped......" SUCK ".......and kicked the
asses of all of those guys the other morning? How I made them all run away
crying, and then cuddled you in my arms, held you safe and protected into my
body?"

"Fuck, you are driving me Crazy! I love it, I love being with you Baby, I
would have Loved to see you do that" Steve lustily made out, his cock clearly
extending against his silk boxers, so much so it began to look like a tent,
its hard form rubbing into Debi's nearby washboard stomach, just inches above
her own sexually aching pussy.

"Do you trust me Baby?" she made out in amongst their continued making out,
which was answered with a nod of Yes from her sexually anxious lover. With
that, she took a sexy step back, and in a flash she sprung out her right leg,
high and perfectly straight, next to Steve's head, a sexy martial arts cry
escaping her lips as she did so, followed by a Crunch from a newly made hole
in the wall just behind him. Just as quickly she pulled it back in slightly,
and then moved it to the other side of his head, putting another hold in the
hard wall, then back and forth, switching up her legs to show off her amazing
skill, each one just inches from crashing into his skull, yet Steve felt not a
twitch of fear at her incredibe display, only lust and arousal for this sexy
karate girl.

Debi continued this for nearly a minute, before pulling her feet back in, now
again standing on both of her legs, as she let out a lightning fast series of
punches from her powerful fists. Each one coming within an inch of Steve's
body, on all sides, from all angles, all purposely and masterfully missing
their target, all but the ones she sent flying just beyond him, Crackling and
Crashing through the wall behind once more, her high pitched voice giving out
slight karate yells on each and every strike.

"Sorry about the wall Baby, I hope you have a deposit" Debi joked with a sexy
smile, as she rejoined Steve for another series of passionate kisses and
erotic touches.

"God, don't stop, I Love it.......I Love you!" he replied,

"Well then Baby, you're going to love This!" she whispered into his ear,
following it with a sensual flicking of it from her tongue, and then a second
later a perfectly executed hip toss, flinging his larger form up and across
her steely physique, where he landed on his back on the nearby bed; where a
second later Debi's pouncing form then followed, her body hovering over his
from above, her legs straddling his waist, her hands reaching down to grasp
his face, her lips meeting his once again.

This was literally the night of Shocks for Steve, as not only did his one time
nursing savior turn into a solidly built martial arts expert (a mastery she
had just displayed to sexual perfection before flipping him onto his bed), not
only were they in the midst of a passionate sexual session on their very first
date (something very much unlike what either was used to), but he was loving
each and every second of it. This type of woman he had sworn off of
previously, never again wanting to be with someone who could physically
dominate or abuse him, yet here he was, with a woman so deadly she could put
him in the hospital without even trying, yet at the same time so loving,
nurturing and caring that he felt completely and totally safe around her.

Another surprise came to him in this next act, as he passionately switched
their positions, she now gently laying on her back, as he manuevered himself
on top of her. Desire and lust dictating this action, as he then realized this
feat was never something he could have done with Joan, her superior weight
alone would have made such a switch very difficult (no where near as easily as
he did so now with Debi), not to mention with her superior strength and
dominant attitude (especially in bed), Joan would never have allowed him to do
so anyway. Yet Debi was different, she wasn't about domination or control, she
wasn't about pain and punishment, she was simply a woman desiring love and
affection from a man she cared for, and tonight, Steve was that man.

This was simply Unreal for Steve, his dreams finally coming true, as his lips
continued smacking and popping against Debi's, his pelvis beginning to grind
into her hips from above, testing the waters as a respectful lover would, as
her groan of ecstasy more than enough hint for him to continue. This was all
so Perfect, an absolutely Fantasy come to life, he thought to himself - that
was until his heart froze once again, as she wrapped her hard, powerful legs
around his waist, locking her ankles together on the other side of his body.
His heart once pounding with passion was now racing with fear, as he waited
for her thighs to commence their squeezing and crushing of his bones, which
would surely lead to her mixing sexy with beatings on this once again doomed
man.

Though imagine his surprise when such squeezings never came, her thighs, while
firm and hard against his sides, never compacted in on him, she wasn't about
to use her superior fighting skills to dominate him physically or sexually,
she simply wanted her body as close to his as possible, her legs wrapping
around him only serving to help make their two bodies into one; something the
newly sexually revived Steve gladly made happen, as he pulled her body tighter
into his, continuing their first love-making session. A lustily pleasurable
experience which went on for the next several minutes, both of them ending
with an orgasmically fueled Climax that hit them both so savage and sudden,
that neither had time to remove their underwear; something they laughed about
not long after their finish, though something they rectified soon afterwards
with their next sexual session, and the one after that, and the one after
that.

In the end Steve and Debi got little sleep that night, each of them enjoying
all that the other had to bring once and again, until exhaustion simply got
the better of them, and in the early hours of the morning they fell asleep;
Debi snuggling into Steve's larger frame, one of his arms wrapping around her
pumped, hard body, holding her tight and close to him, as both of drifted off
asleep with wide, loving smiles about their glistening gorgeous faces.

"Ahhh, you see, I knew it. I knew you were cheating on me, and you know what I
do to cheaters!" growled out the voice of Steve's fiery red-headed Ex, as she
reached down to grab hold of his smaller, weaker form. Without any trouble
shown on her beautiful, yet angry looking, face, she wrapped her arms around
his chest in a classic bearhug hold, lifting him several inches off the
ground, as she slowly began to constrict her thickly muscled arms around him.
His ribs bending painfully not just from the side squeezing of her powerful
biceps, but also from her thickly muscled chest crushing in on him from in
front. "Do you remember the last time I punished you for cheating on me? Then
for lying about it, telling me that you didn't? Mmmmmm, well this is going to
make that little tussle seem like a gentle hug in comparison!" Joan made out
huskily, followed by three bursts of power from her cage-like embrace, causing
three Snaps of bone to come from Steve's poorly over-matched chest.

Then with a sudden thrusting out of her massive breasts, and a perfectly timed
releasing of her arms grasp over him, Steve was bounced off and away from
Joan's voluptuously powerful form; suddenly landing in his car, out on a
street, a street he then recognized was just outside of Joan's house.
Instantly he tried to find his keys in order to get this car going and escape
from this fearful place, though a jangling noise of keys from outside his
window stopped his panicked search in its tracks, as he gazed up at Joan's
towering form, standing just outside his car door. Her sexily statuesque form
clad in a body-hugging black bikini, all the better to show off her
voluptuously muscular body, which she did for the next few minutes, moving
from pose to pose, flexing, flaring and hardening her muscles with each and
every one.

The statuesque Amazon then dipped downward every so sexily, so that only the
tops of her luscious cleavage and all of her beautiful face could be seen out
Steve's window; her decent though not done to entice or arouse (though such a
sight would have done so to any man alive), she instead did so to prepare for
her next feat of strength. Grabbing a hold of the bottom rim of this vehicle,
her green eyes staring down Steve's terrified form, she slowly started to rise
to her full height, and in true Joan-fashion, taking the driver's side of the
car with her. Her deadlifting form utter perfection, as this scene of Pure
Feminine Power played itself out to a T, done to completely scare the crap out
of the car-bound Steve, while once again displaying her superior female
strength. Shake, Shake, Shake went the vehicle's mighty frame now, as Joan
quickly pumped her biceps, rocking this car up and down, bouncing her captive
all about within; doing so for a full minute, before letting go, causing it to
land with several more intense Bounces once hitting the concrete ground below.

"I hope you're ready for me, Stevie....." she spoke out both with seduction
and intimidation all in one voice, as she sensuously pulled the car keys from
within her unreal cleavage, opening the door, her Amazonian form sexily
crawling its way inside to join him ".......cause I'm ready for You!"

"AAAHHHHHH!!" Steve near yelled out, his face damp, his look panicked and
fearful.

"Shhhhhhh, it's OK Baby......it's all OK" Debi whispered out with her always
caring tone, taking Steve's still quivering body into her own, his head
resting on her breasts, her arms wrapped snugly around him, holding him safe
and secure inside her protective embrace. "Was it.....was it Joan?"

"Yeah......yeah" he replied in a less fearful, more defeated tone. "I'm sorry
Debi, I.....I didn't mean to wake you, I didn't mean to......"

"Shhhhhh, you just rest now Baby, just relax and let me look after you....."
she softly whispered into his ears, using her highly trained fingers and much
learned pressure points to help lull him back to sleep. Her big heart once
more breaking at the emotional torture that Steve was going through; someone
she had known for only a short time, yet felt so close to she knew she would
do anything to defend him, using all of her power and skills to protect and
keep him safe from any and all harm - even from the terrifyingly terrible Joan
herself.

THE END