LOST (and found) By GG England is not a big country, but you wouldn't have known it from where I was, and where that was I didn't know. I'd started late afternoon, trying to get back to London and my boyfriend. Then I took a wrong turn after a diversion due to roadworks, and now I seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, without a map, the battery on my mobile dead, and it was going to get dark in an hour or so. All I'd passed in the last ten miles was a boarded up pub, a barn and a cottage. They hadn't heard of signposts around here either. I turned a corner in the narrow lane and more endless fields spread out in front of me. I must be going round in circles. I was beginning to get a bit nervous - a 25 year old, small, attractive, defenceless city girl lost in the wilds of somewhere. I decided to turn round and head back to the cottage. As I was swinging round, what I thought was the grass verge turned out to be a ditch, and the two nearside wheels slid off the road. I tried to drive out but the rear wheel just spun round. I was stuck! Now I was really in a mess. I got out of the car and looked around. There was nothing for miles and my heels would make walking any distance impossible. I burst into tears, but managed to pull myself together after a few minutes. I was checking my mobile for any signs of life when I heard a car - coming my way. It was a big 4x4 going quite fast for this road and it swung round the corner, nearly hitting my car. It slithered to a halt and reversed back. To my relief, I saw that a woman was driving it. She turned off the engine and climbed out. Wow! She must have been 6'5" tall. She was blonde and about my age, dressed in a wax jacket and riding jodhpurs with green rubber boots. I am 5'7" in my heels and she just towered over me as she walked up smiling. She had the face of a fashion model with vivid blue eyes and perfect teeth. 'Hello, Darling. Need some help?' I was so relieved and we chatted for a bit and laughed about my predicament. I asked her if she had a mobile - she didn't. 'Don't worry.' She said. 'You can follow me back to my place and phone from there. It's only a few miles.' 'But the car's stuck. Can you tow me out or something?' I asked. 'Oh, I'd better get it out of there.' She said laughing. She slipped off her jacket and handed it to me. She had a teeshirt on and I gasped as I saw her muscular arms and huge wide shoulders. Her breasts were large and firm looking and I could see her nipples poking out the material. I watched her V shaped back and muscular bottom and legs as she walked around the front of the car and down into the ditch. I had only seen a female body like that in magazines or on television, and she seemed even more muscular than those international bodybuilders! I heard her boots splash into water. There must be a little stream down there. At first, I thought she was looking for a place to attach a rope, but I was wrong! The front of the car tilted up a bit and the wheel slid a few inches across the grass. She was lifting my car out of the ditch! I let out a sort of squeak. I could not believe it! Then I heard her grunt and the nearside of the car rose about two feet! Another grunt and the car slid sideways until it was back on the road. She jumped put of the ditch, grinning, with her boots and jodhpurs spattered with mud. 'There you are darling.' She walked up and I handed her the jacket. She tossed it into her 4x4 and smiled down at me. Then she took me completely by surprise and put her huge hands around my small waist, lifting me off the ground until my eyes were level with hers. 'Come on darling, let's go back to my place for a drink.' With that she kissed me full on the lips, held me there for a few seconds and then lowered me down again. I was astounded! 'You are so strong!' I shrieked. 'Oh it's only a little car.' She giggled. 'This one is much heavier!' She winked at me and put her right hand under the rear wheel arch of the 4x4 and pulled up on it. 'But I don't need a jack to change a tyre!' The wheel came up clear of the ground by a few inches. 'Oh my god! I don't believe it!' I muttered. I followed her, with my mind still reeling from my recent experiences. I had been rescued by superwoman! She was totally overpowering! We pulled into a large stable yard in front of an imposing manor house. She put her arm around my slim body as we walked across the yard to the front door and she kicked her big rubber boots off in the hall. A fairly good looking man in his twenties came up and took the boots away without saying anything. He didn't acknowledge me in any way. I thought this was a bit odd but I assumed he was her butler or something; foreign perhaps. He was slim and about 5'9" or so, dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt - not a typical butler. 'Drinks!' She shouted as he disappeared through a door. She showed me into a large lounge. 'I'm going to have a quick shower. My husband will take care of you. Make yourself at home. The phone's through there.' She strode out of the lounge and I heard her bound up some stairs. Husband! He behaved more like a servant. He returned, pushing a drinks trolley stacked with everything. I asked for a gin and tonic and he poured it and handed it to me as I sat in one of the huge armchairs. As I was sipping it, he suddenly knelt down and started wiping traces of mud from my shoes with a tea towel from the trolley. I was speechless with surprise. She was obviously so overpowering that she had reduced her husband to a well trained slave! After he had cleaned my shoes, he disappeared again. My hostess returned and I nearly dropped my glass! She was completely naked, casually drying her hair with a white towel as she strode into the room. I marvelled at her powerful amazon body - beautiful, bronzed and incredibly muscular - not masculine in any way but feminine like a tigress! 'Dress!' She shouted. I heard a scampering and the man came back carrying some clothes. She stood in the middle of the room and put her hands on her hips as he knelt down before her. She lifted her large feet one by one as he slid some white sports socks onto them. Then he held out some clean white jodhpurs like she was wearing before. She stepped into them and he zipped them up for her and fastened the waist. I noticed her hard muscled abdomen as he did this. Then he held out a clean white teeshirt and she pulled this over her head and tucked it in. She did not bother with knickers or a bra! She flicked her fingers and pointed to the drinks trolley and he made her a martini in double quick time and then scampered out of the room. 'Boots!' She called after him. About twenty seconds later he came back carrying a pair of highly polished black leather riding boots. She didn't look too pleased at this and as he walked up to her she grabbed him by the front of his shirt with her right hand and lifted him clean off the floor with one arm, making him drop the boots. 'My new ones, you fool!' She hissed as he dangled there. She opened her fingers and he fell about two feet, buckling at the knees as he landed. He scooped the riding boots up and ran out in a hurry, returning with another pair of black boots. These were not riding boots though. I could see they had heels, and they were enormous! Thigh length! I sat transfixed as he knelt down again and held one of the boots out. She slipped her foot down the shaft and pulled it on. The second boot followed and when she straightened up, she seemed to fill the room! The heels were at least 4" and his head was level with her breasts! I just sat and stared as he knelt down again and wiped the toes of her boots with the tea towel. After a few seconds of this she suddenly flicked her leg out and kicked him onto his back. She then lifted her left leg and planted a large booted foot on his puny chest. He whimpered a bit. I noticed she was smiling down at him. 'I haven't got him fully trained yet,' she said in a matter of fact way, as if this was all quite normal, 'but he shows promise.' I was quite alarmed at the whole thing, but also I was getting strange feelings, like being turned on. I could feel myself getting a bit wet. Her power was so sexual! I just got this sudden urge to fall at her feet too. 'Come on, I'll show you around.' Before I could stand, she had walked over and scooped me up with her left arm like she would a toddler, holding me to her side with her hand under my legs. I was clamped there and I put my right arm around her neck as she carried me out of the lounge, stepping over her little husband slave. Her body felt like it was made of steel and I was completely powerless. I remembered how she had picked my car up, and it struck me that she could probably crush me like an eggshell. She sipped at her drink as she took me through the back of the house and out onto a large patio overlooking a swimming pool and tennis court. She put me down and shouted into the house for more drinks. I could see all sorts of weight training equipment arranged around the place. 'So this is how you are so strong.' I said pointing to a bar with huge steel disks at each end. She smiled. 'I train for hours every day. It's my little hobby.' She flexed her right arm and her bicep bulged to an unbelievable size - like a melon! The cotton of her teeshirt parted at the seam as her bicep grew, and she let out a satisfied purr. She seemed very amused at this and flexed her left arm. The same thing happened. Then she flexed her shoulders and back, breathing in deeply at the same time. The teeshirt just could not stand the strain of this swelling steel torso and ripped in several places at once. When she relaxed, it hung off her in tatters. She tore it off with a swift flick of her arm. I was feeling a bit weak at the knees. The sight of this topless goddess was going to make me pass out any minute. Hubby came out, pushing the drinks trolley up to the patio. 'Have you showered this morning?' She sneered, sniffing him and pulling a face. 'Yes Mistress.' He whimpered. 'Well you are sweaty! I think you need a wash.' With that she pounced forward and slapped him hard on the face. The force of it threw him right off his feet and he landed with a thud on the flagstones. She strode over to him and stood astride his trembling shocked little body for a few seconds, then reached down and grabbed his belt with her right hand. He screamed as she wrenched him up and effortlessly and held him one handed above her head. Then she pulled her arm back and just flung him towards the pool. He must have gone twenty feet up into the air and his threshing body landed with a huge splash. She burst out laughing. 'Come on darling. Let's go back in. I want to get to know you better.' She picked me up and flung me over her huge naked right shoulder like a tiny rag doll and carried me to the edge of the pool where her spluttering husband was trying to climb out of the water. Leaning down, she grabbed the back of his jeans and pulled his dripping body out. With me over her shoulder and her husband dangling from her left hand by his belt, she marched back into the house, up the stairs and into her bedroom. Dumping her slave down, she went over to the large double bed and threw me down onto it. As I flew through the air I realised that she had kept hold of my dress and it ripped completely off me, leaving me in bra and panties, stockings and shoes. She pounced and tore these off in a split second. I screamed but she clamped her mouth hard over mine and kissed me like that for a full minute holding my weak body down with just the pressure of her huge firm breasts. My arms and legs turned to jelly and I could hardly move at all when she let me go. In my paralysed state, I felt her hands running up and down my legs, then my abdomen. She was squeezing and pressing as if it was a medical examination. She continued all over my body, even looking into my mouth and ears. She was smiling all the time, and seemed pleased with me. Suddenly I was lifted and carried into an adjoining room and laid down on a sort of table. Her slave had come in and I felt straps being buckled around my ankles. My arms were stretched above my head and similarly secured. The slave went over to a cupboard and got out what looked like a silver tray. I saw that there was a plastic object on it. I screamed. I was suddenly more terrified than I had ever been. She was mad! They were going to do some experiment on me - inject me with drugs or something. I really thought I was going to die! I watched in horror as she took the hypodermic, expertly found a vein in her left forearm and extracted a syringe full of blood. Then she stood over me and injected the blood into my right arm. The pain was terrific. I screamed again. Almost immediately My vision became blurred and the room began to spin round. The pain spread from my arm until my entire body felt as if it was burning. I could hear her laughing as I convulsed and contorted with spasm after spasm. I passed out. When I came to, I was still strapped down and there was nobody in the room. I called out but no one answered. In frustration I kicked out with my left leg, not expecting to achieve anything since the straps were very thick, but my leg just shot up. They must have undone the buckles. I wrenched my arms free and kicked my other leg loose, then sat up. What! The straps were all torn right through the leather with the buckles intact! I must be dreaming. That was impossible! I stood up. My body felt weird - but good. The pain was gone and I was feeling full of energy and alert - not groggy or drugged. Taking hold of one of the heavy straps, I pulled on it to see if they had cut it or something. The leather ripped like paper and I was left holding half the strap and some splintered wood in my hand. This could not be! But I did feel so strong! My mind raced. Perhaps she had done this to me - the blood had made me like her, a superwoman! I walked over to the door, noticing that I was still naked; it was locked. I gripped the handle and pulled, almost wrenching it off its hinges with no effort at all! I wandered through the house, calling out. No answer, and I began to notice that only the large furniture remained. All of the smaller items and ornaments were gone. I went out onto the patio. The weights were gone and there was a cover on the pool. It was as if they had moved out! How long had I been unconscious? As I went back inside I noticed what looked like my clothes scattered on the kitchen floor. I pulled my knickers on and picked up a shoe. Something was very wrong! As I went to put it on, it looked like a small child's size next to my foot! I could not even get my toes into it. I looked at my foot, then my calf, then my thighs, and almost screamed out! This was not me! I was dreaming! Racing into the hall I found the full length mirror I had noticed earlier. I could not believe my eyes! It was me all right, but I had a body like hers! I looked down at the tiny shoe in my hand and crushed it, snapping the heel with my thumb - and her size and strength too! The lounge was the last room I got to, and it was completely bare except for a large padlocked chest, with a gilt envelope resting on the lid. I tore it open and read the message on the card it contained. The house and grounds are yours. Papers to this effect are in the chest. You will need to find a slave without delay. I grabbed the padlock and somehow knew that I could just wrench it off. I did, easily. Inside the chest there were a stack of papers, what looked like thousands of large gold coins, and clothes. Her clothes! The jodhpurs and huge thigh length boots, along with several silk tops. I dressed, expecting that the boots would be far too big, but they fitted perfectly. I glanced at the message again, and suddenly felt really angry for seemingly no reason at all. I puzzled on this for a few seconds and then realised that I had dressed myself! How base and demeaning! I felt disgusted with myself. Also I was hungry and thirsty, but I knew that I could not fetch food or drink myself. The message suddenly made sense! I became desperate, but I had a coolness I had never experienced before. I walked over to the phone and dialled my boyfriend, giving him detailed directions on how to get to the house. The little man was full of questions, but I made sure by the tone of my voice that he would not delay getting here. The End.