Massaged by an Amazon...
By –jabber, jabber@flash.net


This story is fictional, but the people in the story are real.  I'd come up
with the idea for this story back in 1993 before my first professional
massage by a licensed massage therapist.  I've fine-tuned this story idea
over the years, incorporating a couple other ideas.

Caution, although not at all typical, there are adult themes interspersed
throughout and the story is Rated X.

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I'd been really looking forward to a massage by a good massage therapist.
In the past I'd enjoyed full body massages but found most folks just weren't
strong enough to go deep and really massage the tissue very very deeply.
I'd even had a few women say I need to get a massage from a man so that the
pressure's hard enough.  

I've even had a couple therapeutic massages by men that while they were
good, they kind of left me with this empty feeling.  Anyway, at the same
time, I attend plenty of female bodybuilder shows and marvel at the
tremendous amount of muscle these women have.  In addition to me personally
finding tremendous muscles on women tremendously attractive, I've often
thought they must also be quite strong.

Relevant to a massage I figure they must have pretty good grip strength and
just hand strength in general to handle the heavy weights in the gym day in
and day out in order to transform their physique as drastically and
erotically as they do.  Plus I'm also enamored by their drive and
single-minded dedication that it takes (this sometimes baffles me) to obtain
these fabulous physiques.

I was looking for a female who would be able to channel the huge amount of
dedication and energy and single-minded fanaticism she shows for the sport
of bodybuilding (and physical strength of course) also into the art of
massaging the male body.  Yeah, yeah, I have lofty goals.  

While I was watching a tape of the 1992 Women's Extravaganza, a middleweight
competitor by the name of Cotty Acosta caught my eye.  In addition to her
being gorgeous (black mane of curly hair, Italian looks), she was literally
huge!  I couldn't believe she was only a middleweight as she was bigger than
the heavyweights at the show (or about their size).  I wondered what that
meant as to her strength.

She appeared a bit shy in her posing routine, so she went slow and just hit
muscle shots.  Not the most artistic routine I've ever seen, but hell, her
body in slo-motion was quite artistic, indeed.  I believe she only got 3rd
in her class, but who cares, I was taken.  I'd learned she was from Ohio,
and was studying to become a licensed massage therapist.

After I picked myself up off the floor at that knowledge, I made it a point
of trying to get to know her, and schedule something.  Perhaps I'd get the
massage I so desired.  Looking at her plump muscles made me think, this
might be possible.  Little did I know was she'd actually been doing massage
for many years and could not get licensed due to reports of unnecessary
roughness with clients.  Most clients wouldn't report such a thing out of
shame, but...

Anyway, since at that time, all I thought was she was a cute shy young
Italian girl, and I was really curious to her strength.  When I arrived at
her small place where she performs her massages - this was not her
apartment, it was in a slightly deserted warehouse area of town - I was
greeted by an average-looking size woman in long baggy pants and a
loose-fitting sweatshirt.  That was about the only thing average about her.
Cotty's face was just gorgeous, but she appeared tentative and a bit timid,
which I found quite interesting and alluring.  

Actually, she was pretty matter of fact.  She simply stated, "Hi I'm Cotty,
I'll be your massage therapist today."  And led me into a room with her
massage table.  I noticed with interest that there were bars on the ceiling
running criss-cross and the table itself was a bit unusual compared to other
massage therapists.  First off, it had much thicker legs and looked to be
heavily reinforced.  Second, it had a round hole about 10 inches in diameter
at a little below waist level if a man is lying there face down.
Interesting.

Cotty came in and seemed a bit surprised I wasn't undressed already.  She
stated, "I'd like you to undress completely then lie face down.  Don't
worry, I won't make fun of you!"  That was the first hint of playfulness I'd
heard from her.  As she was putting into the table the face piece that
attaches to the front, I asked, "Is the table long enough for me?"  She
replied playfully, "There's NO way that table's not big enough for you!" and
I noticed her eyes drifted to that hole in the table a bit below waist
level.

I asked, as I was slowly getting undressed from the waist up (I'd never met
a massage therapist who didn't have me do this in private only), "Now that
you mention it, what is that hole for in the table?  I'd never seen that
before."  She replied, "It's for your comfort.  This will be a very close
invigorating massage.  I want my clients to be completely nude and
comfortable.  After you lie face down, I also strip down to nothing.  I
massage folks in the nude.  I am very close to folks when I massage them.
Men generally tend to get aroused by this.  Since I know you follow female
bodybuilding, I figure it would be quite an arousing experience for you, so
you could use the extra room that hole affords you.  You'll find this type
of table to be quite neat, trust me."

I tried to hide a growing erection at the thought of having her naked around
me, but that was kinda futile.  I said, "Are you going to give me a little
privacy?  Or you gonna allow me to see you, too?"  She said, "oh no, you get
undressed, I won't look at your thingie, it'll be in that 10" diameter hole
in the table, safe from my prying eyes.  I don't disrobe till you're safely
on your stomach.  You don't get a chance to see me naked."  She added, "but
you'll enjoy this massage, trust me."

I was still a bit uncomfortable finishing getting undressed not in privacy
(as I'd never never done this before), so I turned my back, modestly
finished disrobing, then got on the table.  Perfectly, my penis and scrotum
fit into the hole in the table easily and allowed plenty of breathing room.
Cotty gently touched me as she started to disrobe.  I said, "You mean I
don't get a chance to see you?"  Her hands gently but firmly prevented my
head from turning making me think instantaneously it would NOT be wise to
struggle here.  

As my mind wandered as to what this muscle girl looked like, after she saw
that I wasn't being naughty in trying to turn around to look at her, she
started ever so gently running her fingers down my back, always with one
hand on me as I heard her clothes slipping off.  She said, "Now what I like
to do is sit on the small of your back, -jabber, gives me close contact, I
can reach your back and neck, allow my strong hands to do wonders with you.
You will be amazed at how strong my hands are.  Do you think you can handle
a 165 lb. ultra solid woman on your back?"

Before I got a chance to croak a reply, she gently, gently seemed to "get
on" my back.  At the time I didn't realize how this was possible, she seemed
to just symmetrically gently plop herself on my back.  I expected her to
mount my back from the right side and get asymmetrical pressure as this
heavy girl jostled to sit on me, kinda horseback style, but was delighted
and baffled at the smoothness of this process.  Her thick inner legs felt
smooth and warm against my sides, I could gently feel her shortish yet soft
pubic hair caressing the small of my back.  I figure she must use scissors
and not shave for it to be that soft (possibly she uses conditioner?
wouldn't want tangled pubic hair now...).  

I was "liking" the room that that hole in the table was affording me - and
utilizing it really well.  It was interesting to be getting aroused, not
having anything touch my penis, and me not being able to see what state I
was in was interesting, too.  Her hands gently groped my upper back,
expertly putting some gentle pressure where needed to work out some knots.
Whenever she squeezed her hands, and I felt my muscles melt under her grip,
I sighed appreciatively.  She said, "oh, you like the pressure?"  I replied,
"yes, the harder the better."  She said coyly, "you'll regret saying that."


Then she started to turn a bit weird on me.  I was delighted at how
competent and good she seemed, plus this kind of close contact from a
gorgeous woman in any kind of shape was just delightful.  But the fact that
she started repeating over and over to me how strong she is and how she can
make a guy submit just by her grip, anywhere was really starting to turn me
on.  She said, "and not just the pressure points" and kind of on cue, and
this suddenness actually shocked me, she squeezed down so hard on my
trapezius I yelped in surprise/pain.  She leaned down so her mouth was close
to my right ear.

I expected her to apologize for getting too rough, instead she said, "Just
think I can do that to ANY part of your body, and I can do that for as long
as I choose to.  I don't get tired.  There's no more appointments this
afternoon.  I can keep you here as long as I choose."  Then she added, "but
I don't want to rough you up yet" as she started almost lovingly rubbing my
traps almost eliminating the sharp pain I just experienced but NOT
eliminating the memory.  I moved my head to the right to try to see if I
could see what my member was doing (as he seemed quite happy to me), but she
slightly less gently grabbed me by the ears and guided me back to the face
rest.

She said, "No, you're not allowed to see.  Nor are you allowed to see me
either."  To which, strangely enough I mustered some bravado.  "You think
you could stop me if wanted to flip around?"  She said, "I could eat you for
breakfast if I wanted to - and I skipped lunch today.  I love feeling your
muscles since you're a big guy, but you think I couldn't destroy you in the
most erotically painful way imaginable?"  Actually she didn't say that, she
whispered/hissed that in my ear.

God was I getting so uncomfortable in a pleasurable way.  I figured she knew
pressure points and kinda I was startled with her trapezius grip, but boy
did I underestimate her.  As she was leaning down, think about the anatomy
of it.  A certain part of her was coming into close contact with my lower
back.  Was that moisture I felt on my lower back?  I asked, "Are you
enjoying this?" to which she responded, "Immensely.  Where do you want me to
squeeze you?  I can make you cry uncle squeezing you anywhere."  As she said
this, her hands went quickly but firmly down my arms squeezing hard enough
to make me take notice.  Her hands encircled my wrists, she swiftly closed
her hands startling me as to her strength but barely before any pain
registered she did this to my lower forearms and kept moving up about 2" at
a time.

Actually it was kind of pleasurable in addition to it being such a turn-on.
Obviously her hands couldn't get around my upper arms but she grabbed a
considerable chunk before squeezing, not simply pinching a small portion of
my skin.  She gave my shoulders a love tap before saying "there, I'm gonna
make you submit there."  I kind of thought quizzically how?  My deltoids
will be pretty tough to squeeze or so I thought.  But she continued on her
2" at a time journey down my lats.  When she worked her way down to where
her hands were down to where her legs crossed my back - in other words the
sides of my midsection, she again quickly and viciously squeezed.

Damn if I didn't yelp again.  She giggled.  I said, "That's no fair, it's
ticklish and that's not muscle there."  She said, "Oh but if you squeezed me
there I could take it.  I'm solid as a rock there."  I responded and
inadvertently struggled to turn over, "Yeah, can I see?"  God I felt like my
penis must've been growing to unheard of dimensions, soon it'd be touching
the floor two feet below (or so it seemed I was getting SO turned on - she's
got a rock hard stomach too?  damn my most erotic turn on - sheesh).  Now
this I did NOT expect.  

Quick as anything, her hands left my sides, looped under my arms, and her
hands interlaced behind my neck (the smoothness and expertness with which
she administered this was astonishing), she got me into a Full Nelson.  Once
it was applied she gently and gradually applied the pressure.  She said,
"you cannot do anything I don't want you to do, now...  or ever...", as she
leaned down, gosh she felt wetter than ever.  She said, "want to see stars?"
Without waiting for a reply, with her arms she lifted my upper body up
slightly off the table and something hit me between the shoulder blades and
I did NEARLY black out from this.  

Surprised me, but I finally realized as she had the Full Nelson on me, she
headbutted me on my upper back.  Gosh, I didn't know that could be done.
She said "if you don't stay in line, I can do that over and over until some
serious damage happens."  As I moved my shoulders around, she'd relinquished
the Full Nelson as she evidently figured I'd be a good boy (she
underestimated my obedience, playfulness AND horniness bigtime though).  I
felt my upper back seeming to be all out of align from her punishing
headbutt.

Weirdly, she went back to a great massage and gently seemed to straighten me
out considerably.  I was about to thank her when hands rested upon my
shoulders.  She said, "okay, no pressure points I'm just gripping your
muscles - ready to say uncle?"  I scoffed a bit as she increased the
pressure.  Actually a strong grip like that I really enjoyed but in no way
did I find painful.  I was smiling, I cockily said, "You're pretty strong
for a girl, I love your grip."  She bent down (and God I felt like she must
now be sitting in a puddle, was she more turned on than I?) and whispered,
"You think you're tough?  I will fucking break you..."  

That far from intimidated me, simply kept me interested.  How could she hurt
me while gripping my deltoids?  I flexed them under her fingertips and said
"oh that feels good".  After relaxing them I realized, damn she IS a strong
mother - whoa!  My thoughts wandered back to an ex-girlfriend of mine who
had an incredibly strong grip.  I was remembering how her forearms felt like
iron when her left hand used to clamp down on my dick when she was giving me
a hand job.  

If I wasn't fully erect and hard, she could get me to say uncle.  But once
when I was extremely hard, I told her "go for it, squeeze until you're blue
in the face, you won't be able to hurt him".  Sure enough after about a
minute my ex-girlfriend's forearm started trembling from the effort as she
couldn't hurt my hardened member simply from squeezing EVEN though her grip
was incredible.

Well, my ex-girlfriend's grip strength was child's play compared to Cotty.
I said (and heard my voice tremble from the pain which kinda scared me),
"damn kind of wished I shook your hand when we met as I'll bet you have a
helluva handshake".  She replied, "I can instantly break just about every
bone in a man's hand if I'm feeling evil."  I said, "Are you feeling evil?"

Before she got a chance to respond I struggled to turn clockwise on to my
back - not a mean feat with 165 lbs. of Grade A ultra-hot female beef on
your back.  But I tried.  Didn't succeed worth a damn into doing anything
but seemingly angering her.  I did manage to get a glimpse of her right calf
and a little bit of her right thigh.  It looked pretty nice.  Note all this
time her legs were dormant, she wasn't at all squeezing me with them, simply
gently carressing my lower back with her ample hamstrings and adductors.

But she put me back into my place a lot easier than I could've imagined.
While her hands never left my shoulders, with her grip alone, she seemed to
lift my upper body off the table about an inch or two and roughly slammed me
back into the table.  I started to say, "Oh so you want to play rough?"  I
was a bit pissed as my face kinda hit the face rest funny and my left cheek
ached a bit.  

But before I could think straight she hit me squarely between my shoulder
blades again with her forehead.  While her hands were exerting a now
inhumanly strong grip on my shoulders, here's this muscle woman viciously
headbutting me between the shoulder blades.  Uh yes I DID start to see
stars.  I kind of croaked out, "I thought you were trying to get me to
submit from your grip on my shoulders?"  She said, "I'm just showing you
who's boss, who you need to fear, who can SO easily break you it's not
funny, you don't look around until I tell you you can look around."

I could feel my upper back softening, the muscles were getting looser, but
not in a good sense, it was like she was systematically breaking down my
upper back.  I started to, despite myself, let forth some expletives than
pleaded to her to stop.  Over and over, her head was fucking me up bigtime.
She said, "say it".  My mind was functioning a bit so wryly (although part
of me WAS scared shitless as she obviously was someone I'd want to take to
South Central Los Angeles with me sometime - whoa!) I said, "Tio".  She
butted me so hard I thought my vertebrae cracked.  Through the whiteness
that was obscuring my vision - the pleasure of this all was being
overshadowed by the pain - the sharp stabbing between my shoulders I didn't
know what the after effects would be I figured, what the hell, and cried
"mercy!"

She immediately stopped the headbutting, but started to now increase the
pressure on my deltoids.  To tell you the truth, the sensation going to my
deltoids was taking away the pain in my broken back (well I didn't know how
bad it was).  I couldn't believe it, I cockily said, "You still can't make
me submit by my shoulders alone though."  To which she said, "You can't
underestimate me, you can't withstand me, try and you will be broken."  

Although I couldn't see I think she threw her head back, growled, then
yelled something which didn't quite sound like a karate sound, but her grip
became so tight it felt like she was going to crush the underlying bones.  I
figured this is crazy, this is the most fuckin' unbelievably strong girl I
could imagine, her grip is out of this world, her head seems to be able to
pound me into submission easy, she "says" her abs are like a rock, my mind
briefly wondered what else about her was strong before I kinda realized I
was getting delirious from the pain.  Just about soon enough as I heard a
crunching sound (sickening actually as I don't really want to know what that
was) in my shoulders I conceded mercy.

She immediately let up and started lovingly caressing/massaging my now
broken upper body.  My mind reeled as I realized I was at her mercy.
Hopefully she's not really evil as hard as it was for me to admit to myself
this girl was superior.  She whispered "we'll do just fine as long as you
know and remember who's boss."  I was surprised how her massaging actually
was helping out my shoulders, evidently I was reasonably whole still.  She
confided in me, "I've done that to male powerlifters.  You've held out
longer than them.  Some of them have bench pressed 600 lbs.  And I still
turned their muscles into mincemeat."  

I heard an evil but playful laugh from her and realized that I'm really
digging this girl.  My mind wandered but could I dig getting involved with
someone who really and truly had the upper hand?  I've been involved with
strong women before, two who looked to be as big and strong or even moreso,
than Cotty, but every so often I showed them who was boss for the playful
hell of it.  Damn, I would NOT be able to do so with Cotty.  Damn!  Damn!

But not surprisingly, this was really turning me on, realizing how a 5'6"
165 lb. female bodybuilder could so amazingly make mincemeat out of a 6'4"
275 lb. man.  And the amazing thing is I think I read her mind.  I was
beginning to think, I wonder if she's viewing this as a form of foreplay?  I
was just lavishing her hands doing wonders at restoring feeling and function
to my broken upper back and shoulders.  I clenched my fists, glad to feel
there was still life in my arms.  She bent down and whispered in my ear once
again, "You know what's the greatest thing about you compared to those
powerlifters I demolished with my grip?  You are still hard throughout this
all.  That's turning me on..."

I started to smile broadly at this thought, again squirmed to have a look
but was met with a right elbow to my right shoulder that immediately made me
yelp once again.  "Not so fast, my way..."  Damn, could I argue with that?
Then she realized she really did hurt my right shoulder and started to
massage it again, expertly I might add.  It wasn't till she pointed it out
to me, I had started breathing hard, the whole excitement of it all.

Her hands again roamed down my arms, and playfully squeezed my biceps and
triceps.  She said, "You like arms?"  I said, "Oh yeah, but it's almost
painful not being able to see yours."  She said, "You do know who's boss
right?"  Before I got a chance to answer incorrectly (I'm forever a smart
aleck and more bravado than sense - this woman was fuckin' awesome to be
around), she squeezed my triceps and got me to say mercy!  Fuck, I didn't
want to, but...  Then she latched onto my biceps and like a machine squeezed
the living shit out of them.  I tried to hold out, blocking out the pain,
but I just couldn't, "mercy" reluctantly.  

Then when she squeezed my forearms, I said "wait".  Funny thought mercy was
the only word she understood but she eased up a bit.  I clenched my fists
first.  She said, "Oh?  You think you're strong now?  Wrong, you're mine".
To which she began squeezing once again.  I almost expected her to feel some
frustration as she wasn't getting the desired result.  Then she started
growling again and, ha, I just was so frustrated.  I had to say "mercy"
again!

Then she went back to leaning down and whispering in my ear.  Damn this girl
wanted me...  I can tell by the way she sounded when talking about how I was
still hard.  I figured as she was bringing back my circulation in my arms
(and doing a damn fine job I might add)), now's my chance.  I wanted to
quickly turn over, throw her off from being on the massage table, knock her
to the ground, then fuck the living shit out of her.  I would NEVER throw a
female off a table, but somehow I felt she could take it.  Somehow, her
strength really now I was taking it all in.

And this was incredible.  I'd never met a female who could take a literal
pounding allowing me to be as rough as I can possibly be (of course her not
getting hurt in the process) but I felt Cotty COULD take anything I could
muster.  My legs sprang into action as my backside bucked to try (the
operative word) to throw her off.  As soon as I made an attempt, I'd
realized her legs moved back further from being on the side of my waist to
wrapping around the table.

She leaned forward again, this time her arms wrapping around the table also.
Damn was that a sturdy table.  Basically she sort of had me in some weird
imprisoning position kind of like a bear hug but not really.  I was lying
with my stomach still on the table (hell I tried to change that position to
no avail), her lying on top of me.  And with her leverage of grasping the
table with arms and legs, she literally pulled herself into the table with
all her might with me caught in between.  She was crushing my entire body
with hers.  I did get a chance to now feel her abs and chest against me -
well against my back.  

She said, "Now struggle.  I like it when men struggle ineffectively.  It's
fun to watch."  Then she whispered, "and I'm horny as hell, and you're still
hard, it's almost time..."  Through all this, embarrassingly being dominated
by her, I still was feeling pretty damn proud at that moment.  A part of me
really wanted to ream into here and show her who was the boss, but most of
me realized that just wouldn't be possible with her.  And this I found
tremendously exciting.

With a monumental yet ultimately futile attempt I bucked my whole body
against this hardbody flattening me against the massage table.  I chuckled
as I thought how a supposedly relaxing massage was turning into an all-out
horny war here.  But was it a war?  I mean I could feel her wetness against
my lower back, now dripping down my butt crack she was so wet, I could feel
her pubic hairs gently caress me, I could feel her hard chest (God I wanted
to look at her!) pressing my back flat against the table.  Some war, huh?

Since I again was unable to muster the strength to turn over (and I DID try
- this girl was astonishingly strong) I said, "Okay you win, I can't win
with you.  I tried and failed".  She giggled and said, "How can you say you
failed when you're still hard?"  I was just too flustered to respond.  Guess
I didn't need to flirt and be the -jabber as she really digged me.  Or was
she just horny and ready to fuck a signpost for God's sake?  

Now my mind wandered about thinking about being inside her.  Funny I better
think quickly as I think she was getting ready, real quick.  She whispered,
"Okay, turn over".  I said, "How?  I've mustered all my strength and I can't
turn over when you're on top of me."  I tried not to sound like I was
whining but I think I did a little.  Then an amazing thing happened.  For a
moment I didn't understand/comprehend what was going on.

I mean I don't believe in mystical shit or anything other than her strength
being, well in general, unbelievable, I felt her body getting lighter on my
lower back.  I'd erroneously thought she was going to jump off to one side,
and I would've felt a strong heavy woman jumping off, kinda putting pressure
on me as she did so.  But no, she just continued to get lighter, almost like
she was levitating.  After about 15 seconds, I didn't feel her body touching
mine at all.  I was totally baffled.  

Then she said, "Okay, turn over, but don't hurt yourself there, get your
humungous hard dick caught on the table or anything."  I wasn't sure if she
was kidding but I love when a cute girl refers to my hard dick.  Call me
funny like that.  Before I looked at the spectacle that was Cotty Acosta, I
did have a glance at my member and gave myself a mental attaboy because my
shoulders and back and arms and everywhere that strength monster squeezed me
actually WAS quite sore.  Then I looked at her...

Floating above me only inches from my highest part (remember I'm now lying
on my back).  Absentmindedly I surveyed her body before realizing the
incongruousness (absurdity) of her seemingly floating over me in mid-air.
In other words her body was SO hot I momentarily suspended disbelief to
drink in her muscles visually before saying a mental "what the fuck?" to how
the hell she was floating above me in mid-air!

Not to be anticlimactic, she looked pretty much as I remembered her.  But
she was about 25 lbs. heavier than when she competed.  I started at her abs,
which while defined, I also saw were really thick.  Some guys would think
her mid-section was aesthetically unattractive being so thick (I'd estimate
she had about a 32" waist) but I felt she was built for power not speed in
that mid-section.  Her thighs bulged as her legs were outstretched and
parallel to the floor.  Mentally I sighed as I drank in her medium soft even
tan all over her body.  I saw kinda bulgy calf muscles too, and that ended
with cute feet with well manicured (pedicured?) toes, with a pale pink
toenail polish.  

Before taking in her upper body, I ogled her crotch.  Since her soft pubic
hair was pretty thick, I couldn't see her clit (and make a size judgment
there).  Let me just say since her voice was so soft and sexy, I wouldn't
put it past her, except for the inhuman strength, that she was totally
natural.  But really cute was I noticed that she was so wet she was dripping
on me.  Damn, part of me was really anticipating this - well ALL of me was
anticipating this.  Then I saw her chest, small breasts, 3-D nipples that I
inadvertently started to outstretch my arms toward, got a gentle "no" from
her which immediately made my gaze gravitate to that face.

She was so sweet looking I couldn't fathom that such a strong girl with an
evil streak (remember my arms and shoulders and back ARE in pain from her
rough housing with me during the massage) could look so innocent.  If it
wasn't for one thing, my gaze would've remained on her big innocent brown
eyes.  Her thick curly black hair framing her face; her thick hair
reminiscent (but way curlier) of an ex-girlfriend of mine's thick dark black
hair.  

Well what distracted me?  Back to reality, how the fuck was she levitating?
And for this whole time?  Remember I said there were bars criss-crossed on
the ceiling of the massage room?  Well she had simply grasped those bars and
did an effortless smooth and slow chin-up.  She'd been hanging with her arms
in a bent position for probably a minute now.  And her arms weren't shaking!
I started at her shoulders, saw her pecs kind of flexed, saw some big-ass
biceps (remember I saw her in her posing routine prejudging and finals and
was astonished at how huge she was for a middleweight), and could've stayed
there forever.

But I wanted to also check out her forearms and hands with their
unimaginable strength.  Her forearms actually looked to be about as big as
most of my ex-girlfriend's upper arms, but since her arms were up, they
weren't veiny looking.  Her fists were curled around the makeshift chin-up
bar but her fingers looked somewhat thick and sturdy but actually not as
strong looking as she really was.  She'd noticed me smiling when I looked at
her arms.

"You like these?"  She called out, as she released her right hand from the
bar and flexed her right bicep mightily.  As impressive as that was (I've
seen better peaks on some women, but they were truly huge and with a
delightful light brown skin covering them), my eyes drifted to her left arm,
where she was supporting her entire weight.  She said, "Now can I or can't
I?"  God was she a mind reader really knowing what would flip me out.  And
she did it.  With her left arm solely, she slowly lowered herself to a
hanging position (her body gently brushed mine at that moment) and ever so
slowly raised herself to her chin at the bar level.

Well that was nearly too much for me as I almost shot my load looking at
that.  Absentmindedly, my hands must've started to touch myself (hell I
couldn't think straight), because she scolded me (also just like an
ex-girlfriend), "No you don't do that, that's all mine."  I almost passed
out in anticipation.  Instead of her doing what I expected, she deposited
herself on my lower abs.

I went "ooffh!" at her dropping her bulk on me.  My penis was "just" behind
her and actually gently touching the small of her back.  She said that I've
got to strengthen my lower abs so she can do that.  And evilly she jumped up
and down on them from the seated position (well levitated herself with her
arms to drop down on me) and I did find that flexing my lower abs (lifting
my legs up off the table about 2" did help.  After she got tired of this
mischief, she said, "Want to feel some real lower abs?"  Damn was she
reading my mind?  Well, when my hands gravitated toward her abs (God that
maneuver seemed to come so natural to me, too), she bitch slapped my hands
away.  

I was a bit surprised at this as she still had a sweet expression during
this.  But believe it or not my hands actually hurt from where she hit them.
I remember again how inhumanly strong this gorgeous girl was.  Instead she
curled my right hand into a fist, and pushed it into her abdominals.  Well
not "into" as there was no give whatsoever.  She leaned forward, and
whispered, "Now try to hurt your hand".  I didn't need a second invitation
as I channeled some of the earlier frustration I'd encountered at her.  I'd
realized I wouldn't be able to throw her on the ground and fuck the shit out
of her.  She was making all the rules.  Best I adhere to them 100% or get
the shit kicked out of me and then adhere to them anyway.

I lost it and socked her good.  I was shocked that I hit a woman that hard,
but I somehow knew it would be okay.  After all she said it was one of her
strongest bodyparts, right up there with her hands, and her...  what were
the other two again?  Hmm...  No, I didn't hurt my hand and I was amazed
despite myself that her thick abs could take that shot.  I really for a
moment thought she would've doubled over in pain, and after she recovered
knock the livin' crap out of me, but no.

Just as I was about to do it again, she instead firmly gripped my right
wrist with her left hand, squeezed it so quickly I again almost yelped
mercy, but leaned forward, and whispered the following into my ear, "Use
brass knuckles next time."  Again, the -jabber almost lost it and was
probably impressing the hell out of her, here with my staying power.  She
just knew that abs were something special to me.  She sleepily closed her
fists, and stretched, and yawned.

She leaned back, I think primarily to allow me a gander at her stretched
abdominals - where I could clearly see the 6-pack muscles during that
prolonged stretch.  An insane thought occurred to me.  Maybe she was going
to roll over and go to sleep, and/or kick me the hell out.  Maybe the
Lioness wanted sleep?  Then she did three things I'd never seen a female do
before to me, ever.

3) She playfully grabbed my hands and made believe she was going to do a
friendly game of mercy.  I'd never lost mercy to a woman before, even ones
who could beat me in armwrestling so I snickered slightly.  Before I knew
it, I was crying out mercy.  She got me overhanded!  Didn't have to twist
around or anything.  But why wasn't she listening to me crying out mercy?
Than I realized, and barked "uncle!"  It was truly amazing to watch her face
during this exertion on her part.  Hot.  

2) After I tried to regain feeling to my wrists (God she'd better do
something with me 'cause I now sure as hell couldn't for myself - ha!), her
hands grasped that overheard bar and she levitated again.  This time I saw
what was going on, but was still amazed at the smoothness and slowness of
her chin-up just the same.  I was all set for her to gently lower herself on
my aching member, as I figured this was her inevitable plan.  Well sort of.
She gently shook her head as in "not yet".  I think she spotted in my eyes
the emotions of awe, anticipation, sexual desire, horniness, but very little
fear.  Even with all the demonstrations she'd done for me, fear was
definitely taking a back seat...  until she decided to rectify that just a
touch.  I'd noticed there was a short section of those criss cross beams
that were in the ceiling just lying around not attached.  She handed me the
10" long section of bar and asked me to squeeze it.

Hmm, I humored her, it was a solid cast iron hollow bar about the
circumference of my...  ah, now I get it.  Quite frankly I was a bit
surprised.  I'd loved her demonstrations before, thought this was a truly
fabulous afternoon/evening (and was sad thinking that it may soon be over),
but was she going to masturbate to a cast iron bar like some adult porn star
in front of me?  Did she really think that that would turn me on in the
least?  Me who uses porno movies as blank tapes?  Was she reading me that
incorrectly?  I guess she saw my scowl/distaste as I saw her gently put her
lips on that bar and suck it like a faux cock.  She winked at me as I
sometimes think she reads minds.

She again handed me the now moistened by her luscious tongue cast iron bar,
beckoning me, "squeeze it like you mean it."  Well, what the hell, I wasn't
too amused at squeezing this phallic symbol, but what the hell.  She looked
at it, looked at me, and murmured/cooed "you wimp".  For a moment a dawning
of what was going to happen came across me, a flicker of understanding, and
if it was humanly possible I became even harder yet a part of me went pale
from fright.

She, again dangling from her left arm, took the cast iron bar from me and
with her right hand inserted it in her vagina.  But unlike a porno star, she
didn't play with it, move it in and out or any of that nonsense.  Mind you,
her legs were outstretched and just about parallel to the ground as they
were before while she was doing chin-ups.  With the bar inserted in her
vagina, she brought her right hand overhead so she went to a two-handed
dangling chin-ups position.  She effortlessly brought herself up, but on the
downward movement, I heard that similar grunting/growling like I did before
her tremendous grip made my shoulders into mincemeat earlier.  Some kind of
"ugghh!" sound, reminiscent, but completely different to the sounds you
might hear from the female in a porno movie.

On each of the downward movements (and she did about 20 chin-ups I think, I
was too in awe to count), there was that growl/grimace, her legs staying
spread apart the whole time.  A part of me knew what was happening and
anticipated it, the other part of me was in abject terror, a still other
part of me was saying this wasn't physically possible.  This from a woman
who could make me submit at will from her tremendous strength.  As I always
notice details, I'd noticed that due to her exertion on the downward
movements, I saw a vein start to bulge in her forehead.  

After about the 20th chin-up, she went to dangling from her left arm and
removed the 10" cast iron bar from her vagina.  Although I knew what I was
going to see, I still let out an "oh my God" despite myself; the bar was
flattened.  The cast iron hollow bar no longer could you see through it was
flattened so much!  

1) Although part of me had a sinking suspicion/dread about what exactly was
going to happen, part of me was on auto-pilot, part of me viewed these
events, this whole afternoon/evening as surrealistic.  She saw my wide eyes
transfixed on that squashed cast iron bar, the one she asked me to squeeze
and I couldn't budge.  Then quickly, she threw the bar across the room, it
made a loud clatter I winced from it, and with both hands back on the
chin-up bar, she lowered herself slowly on my member, which was eerily the
exact same circumference and...  well...

...and then I heard that grunting/growling...  my mind was somewhere else
though...  the intense pleasure mixed with intense pain was so stark a
contrast it was almost too much for me.  I got chills inside me as I felt
myself release finally...  then I still heard that grunting and remembered
how my ex-girlfriend couldn't hurt me while I was hard, but when I lost my
hardness?  I was in trouble and began to shake...  I heard her grunting
start to sound more and more like, well, like what I'm used to hearing, she
released her hands from the overhead bar, frantically grabbed me at my chest
hairs (would've been my lapel had I been wearing a jacket), and clearly I
could see what was happening to her...  but I still didn't envision what was
about to happen to me...  in a fervor, while her grip on me was about to
make me pass out, she grabbed me by the ears with her hands...  the last
thing I remembered (for a long time) was seeing her give me a good knock on
the head.  That headbutt threw me for a loop indeed.  When I finally woke up
(I did not want to know how much time had elapsed), indeed my thoughts were
still not clear.  To this day, I do not know if that headbutt was
inadvertent or on purpose.  

But then the scariest thing was remembering that 10" cast iron bar and I was
almost too scared to look down...