THE CONQUEST

 

                Paul was a successful business executive in South
Florida.  He was in his mid thirties and owned his own thriving
business.  Over the past ten years he had managed to overcome all his
business adversaries and was well established in the fast track.  He was
also successful with the ladies.  He wasn't particularly good looking but
he was wealthy and had a certain charm and almost always found a way to
separate his target from her panties.  This had led to the breakup of his
marriage several years ago but he had an ironclad
prenuptial agreemnet with his wife and to his way of thinking that just
left him free to go on the prowl full time.  Lately he had decided to
start working out.  He wasn't fat or even out of shape at six feet 190
pounds but as he told a friend "Chicks dig the hardbodies."  So Paul went
down to the local gym and signed up.  He didn't know it at the time but
this decision would change his life forever.

                Paul had first met her at the gym and ever since then he
couldn't seem to get her off his mind.  Her name was Jazzmon Radford and
she was probably the most intriguing woman he had ever met.  He could
still remember seeing her for the first time.  He was walking by the free
weight bench area and did a double take.  He saw a woman on the bench but
he couldn't believe it was a woman, not with the amount of weight he saw
on the bar.  Yet there she was pumping out several seemingly effortless
reps.  When she finished her set and got up he confirmed that yes indeed
it was a woman, but what a woman.  She was tall and black her hair was
blonde and she had the most hypnotic eyes Paul had ever seen.  She also
had muscles, lots of them.  He wouldn't have thought this would be
appealing to him but they looked sexy on her.  Her muscles accented her
feminine curves.  In fact Paul thought she had a great body with large
full breasts and a dynamite ass.  He was staring at that amazing body
when she spoke to him for the first time.  "Can I help you?" she asked in
a slightly amused tone.  "Uh no" Paul managed to stammer and he left
feeling a little embarrassed at being caught staring at her. 

                That night as he lay in bed he thought about the amazing
woman he had seen that day.  He knew all the signs by now.  He wouldn't
be happy until he took her to his bed and fucked her.  She hadn't struck
him as an easy target but he had no doubt that she would eventually fall
like all the rest.  Paul fell asleep that night with visions of her on
her knees sucking his cock before he screwed her brains out.

                Over the next few weeks he put his plan into motion.  He
asked around and found out her name but noone seeemed to know much else
about her.  He arranged his schedule so he could be in the gym when she
was.  He managed to 'innocently' bump into her a few times and strike up
a conversation.  Jazzmon seemed  reluctant at first but she soon seemed
to warm up to him.  Paul casually mentioned his financial success in
talks with her and was pleased to see that she seemed impressed.  He
asked what she did but all she said was that she ran an internet business
and wouldn't elaborate any further.  Over time he even saw the
unmistakable signs of interest.  She would play with her hair and smile
at him, laugh maybe just a little too long at his jokes and lightly touch
his arm while talking to him.  Paul was overjoyed at her flirting with
him.  He began to think that she was going to turn out to be a pushover. 
He decided that it was time to move forward and ask her out.

                Before he could do that Jazzmon suprised him by asking
him out.  Paul made a pretense of checking his schedule so he wouldn't
look too eager but of course he accepted.  She gave him her address and
told him to pick her up at seven that night.  Before she left she leaned
over and whispered in his ear.  "I can't wait until tonite" she said in a
breathless voice as she lightly ran her hand over his chest and down to
his stomach.  Paul finished his workout quickly and went home to get
ready for his date.  As he was getting dressed he thought that he was
right about Jazzmon.  She was turning out to be a pushover.  From the way
she acted in the gym that day he had no doubt that he would nail her on
the first date.  He had to admit to himself that he was a little
disappointed.  At first he had thought she would make him work more for
it.  That always seemed to make it even more enjoyable when he got what
he wanted in the end.  Not that he would let it spoil his evening
though.  He was definitely looking forward to seeing her amazing body
submit to his manly desires.  "This is going to be a night to remember"
he said as he left to see her.  He had no idea how right he was.

                Paul arrived at her house on time.  Jazzmon had a nice
two story house.  That 'internet business' of hers that she mysteriously
referred to must be doing pretty well he thought.  He rang the bell and
heard Jazzmon call down from an upstairs window.  She said that she was
running a little late but that the door was unlocked so he should let
himself in and wait for her downstairs.  Paul went in and found his way
to the living room.  Thats when everything started to go wrong.  The room
was ordinary enough except for the pictures on the wall.  They were
photographs blown up to portrait size.  They were all of Jazzmon and a
man he didn't recognize.  In one they were fighting or wrestling.  In
either case Jazzmon was obviously winning.  She had one arm around his
neck and one of his arms twisted behind his back.  The fear and
desperation were obvious in his face as he struggled to free himself. 
The next picture showed the man naked and on his back.  Jazzmon stood
over him with arms raised and one foot on his chest in a classic victory
pose.  The next one had her in a black leather dominatrix outfit
completed by a large black strapon dildo.  The man was on his knees
obediently sucking on it.  Predictably the last picture showed Jazzmon
fucking him with her strapon.  All of a sudden Paul felt very much like
leaving. 

                "He was a lot like you.  He thought he was going to fuck
me too."  Paul almost had a heart attack at hearing Jazzmon say that from
right behind him.  He wheeled around to face her and was suprised to find
out that she was not alone.  There were two other women with her, a good
looking black woman and a cute little blonde.  The black woman had a
movie camera and the blonde had a still camera.  Paul's mind was
reeling.  He wanted to ask her what the hell was going on but all he
could get out was "uh...uh?"  "Oh don't mind them " Jazzmon said
referring to her companions "They're just here to film the event.  They
know better than to try and interfere."  "What do you mean?  What event?"
Paul finally managed to ask.  "You mean you still don't get it?  I would
have thought that the pictures on the walls would have made it perfectly
clear.  We're going to fight.  I'm going to win and then I'm going to
fuck that little white pussy of yours."  She paused for a second here as
if to let everything she said sink in.  "After that"  she continued "I'm
going to post pictures of it on the internet to promote the video and dvd
sales."  Paul was beginning to think that she was playing a joke on him. 
"You're kidding me right?"  he asked nervously.  "No Paul I'm totally
serious."  she answered.  "This is what I do.  I'm a dominatrix.  I
dominate men.  The video thing is a little new but you would be shocked
to find out how much money there is in it.  Johns humiliation was a big
seller."  she said motioning with her hand to the pictures on the wall. 
"I have a feeling yours will do even better."

                Paul had been scared and confused ever since he had seen
the pictures on the wall.  He was still scared but his mind was starting
to work again.  This woman was serious!  She fully intended to do exactly
what she said she would.  Worse yet Paul thought she just might be able
to do it.  He had seen her work out he knew how strong she was.  "What if
I don't accept this?  What If I don't fight you?"  He asked.  "You don't
have any choice Paul"  she answered.  "You won't get out of this house
without facing me.  I guarantee you that."  Paul surveyed the situation
and saw that she was correct.  The only way out was through her.  He was
trapped.   "If we fight out here some of my things might get broken which
would upset me.  But don't worry I have a place for us" she said.  She
motioned to the blonde woman who walked to the other side of the room and
opened a sliding glass door.  She went inside and turned on the light. 
Paul could see that the room was pretty large and about three quarters of
it was padded.   He also noticed with some horror that it was the same
room in the pictures on the wall.  The same room where she said she had
beaten and raped a man before.  Jazzmon and the other women started to
advance on him then.  Paul was no fool he could see that they were
herding him into the other room.  Unfortunately he couldn't see much of a
choice in the matter so he just turned and entered the room on his own. 
She was right, if they were going to fight that was the best place for
it. 

                Once they were all inside the other women set up their
equipment.  The black lady with the video camera signaled to Jazzmon and
said that she was ready.  Jazzmon told her to start and turned her
attention back to Paul.  She was already crouched into a fighting stance
as she advanced.  "Before we start" she said "Lets get the rules
straight.  If you win which you won't you can fuck me and my friends. 
When I win I will strap on my dildo and fuck your brains out.  Also I
don't think you can stand up to my fists without getting hurt real bad so
I'll be nice and won't throw any punches if you don't.  The fight will be
over when you call me master and beg for mercy."  "You're the one whos
going to get fucked bitch."  Paul spat back  "But I accept the rules." 
He started circling her looking for an opening.  He was getting really
annoyed at her arrogance.  He was ready to admit that she could beat him
but he didn't think it was a sure thing.  Not by a long shot.  When he
was younger he had been in several fights and won most of them.  He vowed
to himself to teach this overconfident bitch a lesson she would never
forget.  So she thought he couldn't stand up to her fists?  He wondered
how she would stand up to his.  At his first opportunity he threw a right
cross hoping to end the fight quickly.  No such luck.  Jazzmon blocked it
easily and countered with a right of her own into his gut.  Paul thought
his stomach had exploded!  He had never been hit so hard in his life!  He
fell at her feet gasping for air and hoping not to throw up.  "I told you
not to do that."  Jazzmon said.  "Consider that your last warning."

                Unfortunately for Paul things only went downhill from
there. She lifted him up from the floor and threw him into the padded
wall.  Despite the padding Paul hit with bone jarring force.  He bounced
off of the wall only to be caught in a bearhug.  Jazzmon lifted him,
twisted backward and slammed him to the floor.  Paul struggled to get up
but he had already taken a great deal of punishment and Jazzmon was back
on him quickly.  She ripped his shirt open and dragged him along the
floor with it.  When that finally came off  she attacked his pants.  Paul
tried to stop her but she was not to be denied. In no time he was
stripped down to just his underwear.  Jazzmon wrestled him back down on
the floor and worked her legs around his torso.  Paul screamed when she
cinched in the body scissors.  He felt like he was caught in a vise.  He
knew she was strong but he never dreamed she was this strong.  His ribs
felt like they were about to break and he could barely breathe.  To make
matters worse she put him in a full nelson and further cut off his oxygen
supply.  Paul was completely under control and Jazzmon began the
taunting.  "You're going to be my bitch"  she said  "And theres not a
damn thing you can do about it.  You're dealing with a real woman now
wimp."  All Paul could do was continue to try and breathe in spite of the
trememdous pressure on his body.  Finally, mercifully she let him go.  He
slumped to the floor on his stomach.  He pawed at the floor weakly in a
pathetic attempt to get up. 

                Jazzmon stood over him with her hands on her hips.  "Is
that all you got bitch?"  she asked  "I thought you were going to fuck
me.  Come on get up and show me what a stud you are."  Paul wanted to get
up, wanted more than anything to get up and wipe that smirk off her face
but he couldn't.  He hurt all over from the beating she had  given him
and he could barely move.  Jazzmon got tired of waiting so she rolled him
over and straddled his shoulders with her knees.  She hooked his legs
with her arms and moved forward.  Paul could see the crotch and ass
coming to smother him but like everything else that night there wasn't
anything he could do to stop the facesit pin from happening.  All he
could do was lie there and take it as Jazzmon 'tried out her new chair.' 
She stayed there for a while commenting on how comfortable he was.  She
casually reversed her seat and made sure to drive his nose deep up the
crack of her amazing ass.  After what seemed like hours to Paul she got
up and finished stripping him by removing his underwear.  In yet another
humiliation for him his white cock stood fully erect in salute to his
nubian conqueror.  She stood over him and stared down.  "I told you how
to end this " she stated with the supreme confidence of a woman who knows
shes in complete control.  Paul looked up at the amazon who had so easily
and so completely defeated him.  He was totally beaten and they both knew
it.  The only thing left was for him to admit it.  "Master please"  he
begged  "Please no more.  You win Master.  Please I'll do anything you
want just don't beat me up anymore.  Please Master have mercy."  Tears of
shame rolled down his cheeks as he issued his surrender and the totality
of his defeat dawned on him.  Jazzmon smiled and placed her foot on his
chest and raised her arms in victory.  "This man is mine to do with as I
please!"  she shouted to the camera.  With that done she told her
cameraperson to cut and walked toward the other room leaving Paul lying
on the ground.  "Make sure he's ok.  I have to go and change"  she told
the other women.

                The two women efficiently inspected him for major damage
without speaking to him.  The blonde gave him some gatorade and some
aspirin while the black woman gave him a relatively clean bill of
health.  "I thought maybe she had broken his ribs like she did that one
guy but he'll be ok.  Unless she fucks him to death"  The pair laughed
hysterically at this.  Paul wondered how many other men had heard that
same joke.  He finished the gatorade and the blonde motioned for the
bottle back.  Apparently deciding that he was well enough to endure what
was coming they left him and returned to their cameras.  Paul barely
noticed.  He was thinking back on what had happened to him.  She had
really kicked his ass!  He never had a chance against her.  He wouldn't
have thought it possible that a woman even a bodybuilder like Jazzmon
could beat and humiliate him so easily.  It happened though.  He honestly
didn't think that she had even broken a sweat!  The thing that bothered
him the most though was his reaction to the whole thing.  His erection
still hadn't gone down.  It galled him to think so but he wondered if
part of him was enjoying this.

                A little while later Paul's new master returned.  She was
wearing black thigh high leather boots that buckled together around her
waist and a black bra that barely contained her massive tits.  Completing
the ensemble were black fingerless gloves and of course the strapon.  At
Jazzmon's signal the cameras started rolling again.  Paul instintively
got on his hands and knees at her arrival.  She carried a collar and
leash in one hand that she threw to the ground in front of him.  "Put the
collar on and crawl over here and hand the leash to me."  She ordered
"Unless of course you would like to fight me again"  she added with a
derisive laugh.  The last thing Paul wanted was to ever be on the
receiving end of another beating from her.  He put the collar on and
crawled on his hands and knees to her.  He handed her the leash and
submissively bowed his head.  "Who am I?" she demanded.  "You are my
Master" came his immediate response.  Jazzmon reached down with one hand
and lifted Paul's chin so that he looked her in the eye.  "From now on
you will obey me without hesitation.  If you do so and perform well for
me no harm will come to you.  Disappoint me and I will make you wish you
had never been born.  Do you understand?"  she asked.  "Yes Master" he
responded without hesitation.  Jazzmon gazed down and saw that his cock
was hard and throbbing in need.  She brushed his erection with her boot
and addressed him again.  "I know this is hard for you to understand so
let me help you.  Do you know why your pathetic little prick is so hard
right now?  Its because you want this.  You need this.  Deep down you
always knew that you were born to be my slave.  In time you will come to
understand and accept this.  Now lick my boots."

                Paul immediately obeyed her command.  Jazzmon coached him
on how to properly worship her.  "Slower bitch be sensuous.  Show
reverence when you worship your master."  Paul did his best to perform
the act the way she wanted and was shocked to find that he was actually
enjoying it.  He was suprised to find that this side of his personality
even existed.  He had always been very dominant with his women never even
thinking that one could dominate him.  He knew that she must be right
about him.  He must want this.  Jazzmon who had broken many strong men
before this one immediately noticed the change in him as he showed
incredible eagerness in performing the servile act.  She wasn't
suprised.  They all fell eventually.  "You thought you were so cool." 
she told him.  "You think I didn't know what you were trying to do?  I
knew you wanted to fuck me from the moment I saw you.  All I had to do
was flirt with you a little bit and you fell right into my trap.  I have
to say I am a little disappointed.  I thought you would put up more of a
fight before giving it up.  Doesn't matter though I'm still going to
enjoy turning you into my slut."  Paul wasn't at all suprised to find out
that she had been one step ahead of him the whole time.  He also
remembered similar feelings on his part when he thought she would turn
out to be an easy lay.  Had he really ever thought that this magnificent
amazon would get on her knees and suck his cock?  He was nothing compared
to her.

                He was still orally cleaning her boots when Jazzmon's
next command came.  In his newfound submissiveness Paul was only too
eager to comply when she told him to suck her cock.  Paul took her cock
in his mouth with a combination of gratitude and lust.  Jazzmon grabbed
his head and started moving in and out.  "Oh yeah thats right.  Open up
that throat bitch because you're gonna swallow it all."  she told him. 
Paul did his best but couldn't help but gag on it the first couple of
times.  "Don't choke on my cock bitch" she admonished her new toy.  With
some effort he managed to finally deep throat the thing.  Once down the
first time he found it got easier and his head began to bob up and down. 
Paul swelled with pride as Jazzmon complimented him on his newfound
skill.  "Thats right" she said "Thats the way I like my bitches to suck
my cock."  His own inferior member swelled almost to bursting as he
sucked, licked and worshipped her cock.  He loved sucking her cock!  All
he wanted to do now was please this woman.  "Oh its so pretty" she said
"Seeing my big black cock slide in those pink pussy lips.  Thats what
your mouth is now.  Its my pussy, you know that right?"  "Umm hmm" was
the only way Paul could reply as he sucked her cock for all he was
worth.  Eventually Jazzmon pulled his head away and lifted his face up to
once again face her.

                "That was pretty good whiteboy."  She said  "You're going
to turn out to be a first class cocksucker.  All you need is practice and
you're going to get plenty of that.  I'm going to fuck your brains out
now.  Would you like that?"  "Yes Master!"  Paul replied with the
eagerness of a puppy being offered a chewtoy.  Jazzmon smiled and pushed
his head down. With a simple jerk of the chain she turned toward the
other side of the room.  Her latest acquisition obediently followed along
on his hands and knees.  Men she thought are all the same.  They all
think that they are so strong but she knew something that they didn't. 
No matter how strong the man he can always be broken by a stronger
woman.  She very much enjoyed being that woman.  Paul followed her to a
table and bent over it on Jazzmon's command.  He felt something wet and
slippery being poured into his nether region.  Next something round and
hard was slowly forcing its way in.  Paul whimpered in anticipation as
his ass yielded to the inevitable.  He felt the head and then the shaft
enter him as her cock plunged in and found bottom.  There was some pain
at first but soon his rectum accepted what was being given to him. 
Jazzmon began to move in and out in a slow but steadily increasing
rhythym. Paul moaned in pleasure and begged for more.  His transfromation
from macho stud to submissive slut was now complete.  All he wanted was
more.  "Oh yes!" Jazzmon yelled in triumph.  "Your ass is a pussy now! 
Its my pussy!  Isn't that right bitch?"  "Yes Master!  Its your pussy. 
Its your pussy.  Oh my god fuck me!"  He screamed in return.  Jazzmon
plowed that ass for what Paul thought was hours.  He was screaming in
pleasure as her hips slammed into him with each stroke.  Eventually
Jazzmon rolled him over saying "I want to see your face when I fuck
you."  She grabbed his ankles with her strong hands and pumped him even
harder than before.  Pauls cock couldn't take much more and the sight of
that beautiful amazon taking him for her own pleasure was more than it
could bear.  He came while looking into the eyes of his conqueror.  His
own cum covered his body from his face to his stomach as a result of the
most powerful orgasm he had ever known.  Jazzmon told the cameras to cut
and pulled out leaving him on the table completely spent.

                She walked over to the other two women and the blonde
handed her a towel.  She returned to Paul and threw it in his face. 
"Clean yourself up and get dressed" she ordered curtly.  She went back to
the women who both seemed very excited.  about the video.  Paul heard one
of them saying something about "this is the best one yet."  Paul cleaned
himself up as best he could and put his clothes back on.  The shirt was
in tatters but the pants seemed ok.  When he was done he got down on his
knees and waited for her to return.  The black woman went to a folder and
got Jazzmon a sheet of paper.  She returned to Paul and told him to stand
as she handed the paper to him.  "This is a release allowing me to use
your image in the video.  Sign it."  The video!  He had almost forgotten
about that.  What if someone he knew saw it?  He thought back to the
beating he had received earlier though.  He shuttered in fear at the very
thought of going through that again.  He signed the release and handed it
back to her.  "Heres the deal" she said "I own you now.  When I call you
come.  I don't care what you are doing or who you are with when I call
you you will come to me immediately.  Publicly or privately you will obey
me without question.  My associates are Shondra and Debbie.  You will
also obey their orders.  When I get tired of you I will dump you.  Do you
understand all of that?"  "Yes Master" he meekly replied.  "Good, we have
work to do now.  Get the fuck out of here.  I will call you when I want
you."  Obediently Paul walked out of the room.  As he entered the living
room he looked up at the pictures on the wall.  He had no doubt that when
he returned those pictures would be of him.  He only hoped that she would
call him back soon.