Sweet Revenge
By Madcat
A man learns about female strength at the hands of an ex-boss.


My life seemed to stop after I got laid off at work. After almost 20 years
with the company, I was suddenly on my own. That fact that I received a
generous severance package did little to mollify my anguish. Depression set in
and for the first time, I could hardly eat or sleep. Providing for my wife and
children added to my fears.

Within a couple of weeks things started to look up. I had lined up a new job
and had started exercising regularly. The new job worked out great and soon I
had lost my 50 lb spare tire. But deep down, I still harbored great resentment
towards my old boss, Gretchen. In my mind she had betrayed me. I often went to
sleep dreaming of new ways to get even with this hated girl.

About a year later the get even chance dropped in my lap. I ran into Gretchen
at the store. She tried to act polite and so did I. There was no reason to let
her know how much pain she had caused me.

"Hi." She exclaimed as we locked eyes. "You look great."

"Thanks. So do you." I replied and it wasn’t a lie. Gretchen had a pretty face
and a great body which she put to good use climbing the corporate ladder.

"Have you lost weight?" she asked.

"Yup. I’ve been working out a lot." I said making a quick bicep.

"Not bad for a boy." Gretchen joked.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" I said in and agitated tone. Letting her get
to me was not part of the plan.

"You are talking to a gymnastics coach here. Puny little muscles like that
don’t impress me." She said doing her own little flex. Her muscles looked
decent for a girl but still did not really measure up.

"Those little things aren’t muscles. That’s just extra skin." I laughed back
pointing at her biceps.

"They are more than enough to take care of the likes of you, big boy."

"Are you suggesting that you are stronger than me?"

"You got it. Remember who could drive the ball the farthest at our golf
outing," came her reply. Gretchen out drove all the men in the department and
she never let anyone forget it. Nobody could match her competitive spirit.

So I decided to throw down the gauntlet to this young lady. "I’m off work
tomorrow. Why don’t you stop by over during lunch and we will prove who is
stronger."

She stuck out her hand and we shook on it. Gretchen had a strong grip for a
girl but that didn’t bother me. I was 6" taller and probably weighed 50 lb
more than she. It simply never occurred to me that I could lose this test of
strength.

That evening I fell asleep dreaming of sweet revenge. Surely this strength
contest had to be a cover story. Gretchen must realize that she stood no
chance against a tall muscular man like myself. My ex-boss wanted me and I
could think of no better way to cast off my lingering demons.

Gretchen showed up early for our date wearing a tight tee shirt and shorts.
The outfit showed off her tanned, athletic body. Rumor had it that Gretchen’s
breasts had been improved by the latest medical technology. I could not vouch
for the rumor but they did look nice: big, firm and high. Huge nipples poked
thru the dark green fabric of her tee shirt. She appeared to be more excited
than I.

"So how exactly do we prove who is stronger?" She asked with a smile.

"I have three events in mind. First we arm wrestle, then bench press, and
finally wrestling." I replied. "Best 2 out of 3 wins."

"No bench press. That’s too much of a guy thing plus there is no direct
competition. Lets do a game of mercy instead."

"OK by me." I said still brimming with confidence.

I followed her down stairs where I had set up for the competition. My eyes
took in every inch of her supple, sexy body, from her soft brown hair to the
long sleek legs. My old boss had never looked this good. I wore only a loose
pair of shorts to show off my well defined chest.

We sat down at the arm wrestling table and she got into position. I still
expected her to wimp out or change her mind.

"You ready to find out who the stronger sex is?" she chirped.

"Don’t worry, I already know." I replied gripping her hand. We both started to
squeeze immediately. Her strength and grip surprised me. For perhaps a minute
our hands stayed locked in position. Neither male nor female wanted to give up
too much too quickly. At first I thought I was just toying with the girl but
the match slowly turned into an all out battle. Finally, I poured everything
into it and started to force her hand down.

Then she seemed to reach into some hidden place in her psyche and came out
fighting. Gretchen twisted in her seat and let out a soft scream. My progress
halted. I tried to finish her but I had nothing left. Slowly my hand started
to move back the other direction! Panic set in as I realized she was winning.
But there was nothing I could do except hope that she ran out of steam.
Gretchen dashed those hopes by slamming my fist down on the table.

She raised her arms in triumph while I hung my head. Defeat had never tasted
so bitter. Losing to a girl hurt my male ego but losing to this hated enemy
crushed me. Instead of sweet revenge I got more humiliation.

"You want to do the best 2 out of 3?" she asked with a grand smile.

I reluctantly agreed thinking that somehow the loss had been a fluke. We
locked hands again but things felt different from the get go. My arm ached
from the last marathon contest while she glowed with confidence. Gretchen took
control immediately and slammed my hand down with little effort. Her previous
win was no fluke. I could not believe her small female arm had defeated my
larger muscles.

"Oh ya, that’s one for the girl. You can kiss my ass now or later, big boy."
She joked. This girl loved to talk trash.

Gretchen walked over to the middle of the room and put her hands up, ready for
the next event. A sudden sense of dread came over me as I looked at my female
nemesis. Losing this contest became a real possibility. My female enemy seemed
to be the one person in the world that had my number and enjoyed causing me
pain. My revenge plan just gave her added opportunity. But I could not back
down now.

I got up and walked over to her slowly, trying to give my exhausted right arm
time to recover. We clasped hands around shoulder height. She looked up at me
smiled sweetly. Her large breasts brushed provocatively against my bare chest.
My concentration wavered as I stared into her pale blue eyes.

"Ready, set, GO!" Gretchen hollered.

She got a great jump and bent my wrists back immediately. I managed to halt
her advance but the damage had been done. Gretchen already had me in great
pain. Slowly she forced me to my knees. My old boss leaned forward leaned
forward to maximize the pressure. This also forced her firm melons into my
face. The exotic feel of her soft flesh only added to my deepening
humiliation. There could be no mistake that a mere girl had inflicted my
defeat.

Just as my wrists felt like snapping, came my muffled cry of surrender.
Gretchen stepped back and smiled some more. I looked up at her with pure
hatred in my eyes. My defeat defied comprehension. My height should have given
me an advantage but it failed to overcome her strength and determination. This
girl had humiliated me again and enjoyed every minute.

"That’s two. Looks like we know who will lose this contest. Loser." She said,
pointing at me. "You should know better than messing with a girl."

"You cheated." I cried out. "You started early."

"I don’t think so buddy, but if you we can do it again. This time you say GO."
The evil Gretchen proposed.

She trapped me. I had to accept her offer. But the fact that she probably
didn’t cheat stuck in my mind. The results of the contest would probably not
change. I had to do something, I thought as I clasped hands with this
surprising female. Another defeat would mean losing the contest and allow my
hated foe to walk out the door knowing she had bested me yet again.

I looked down on her smug little face and knew what to do. "Ready, set," my
assault began just before I said, "GO!" For a second I had her but she took a
step back and stretched out my arms. I stepped up to try and maintain the
pressure. We met chest to chest. Her boobs seemed to bore into my bare skin. I
tried desperately to regain my advantage but she seemed impossibly strong.

Then it happened. Millimeter by horrifying millimeter, I watched as she bent
my wrists back. It took longer this time but the result was the same. The
larger male eventually surrendered with his head buried in her bosom.

The victorious girl released me and I stared vacantly at the ground. The
imprint of her rock hard nipple still burned in my cheek. I tried to look at
the bright side of this stunning defeat. So what if she happened to be
stronger than me. What effect could it possibly have on the rest of my life?

"Lets wrestle." Gretchen said, playing down her last win.

"The competition is over. You won. Lets just leave it at that." I replied
dejectedly.

"Come on. Lets have some fun. You are not afraid of little old me, are you?"
The female said posing in a girlish posture. She really enjoyed tormenting me.

"No and No." I said emphatically. The idea of going toe to toe with this
amazingly strong female scared me. She had bested me in 4 contests of
strength. One time I had cheated and still lost. I knew at that point
wrestling would be no different. And Gretchen knew it too.

Unfortunately, I had yet to rise from my previous defeat. My ex-boss walked
back over and stood in front of me. Naturally, my eyes gravitated towards her
beautiful breasts. She grabbed my chin and forced me to look her in the eye.

"Either we wrestle or I’ll put you over my knee and give you a spanking." She
said in her dominant tone. I looked in her eyes and knew she could and would
follow thru with her threat.

"OK. We will wrestle." I said getting to my feet. My reversal gave her a huge
psychological victory. The girl knew I feared her.

We took position on opposite sides of the room. I studied my opponent for
signs of weakness and found none. Gretchen looked fresh as she put her hair
back in a pony tail. On the other hand, I felt like my arms might fall off.
The last 15 minutes had been very tough on me. I’d thought that I had hit rock
bottom. Gretchen was about to show me just how low I could go.

I approached her cautiously, very much aware of her awesome strength.
Unfortunately, wrestling a beautiful girl seemed to confuse me. I just didn’t
know where to put my hands. Gretchen took advantage of this hesitation and
locked my arms with hers. We both attempted to push the other back in a
classic test of male versus female power. It dawned on me as I started to lose
that trying to over power little Gretchen was a bad idea. The stronger girl
bent me over backwards despite my best efforts to stand my ground. Once
Gretchen had me off balance, she tackled me to the floor.

This was where my luck ran out (or so it seemed, Gretchen may have done this
intentionally). As I toppled my hated foe fell slid down my torso, dislodging
shorts my by about a foot. Now I was naked except for a very small pair of
black bikini briefs. Plus, my shorts locked my legs together hampering any
movement.

"Ah. My pants fell down." I said lying on my stomach and hoping she would
allow me to recover my modesty.

"Tell someone who cares." She replied. To emphasize her point she stuck her
left hand between my legs and started to fondle my private parts. Just when I
thought things could not get any worse, my already semi-hard little soldier
sprang to full attention.

"What are you doing?" I protested loudly.

"Flipping you over for the pin." She said while doing just that.

Before I knew it, I was on my back staring up at her evil face. With my legs
entangled Gretchen had me totally under her control. She took her time pinning
my arms above my head. In so doing, my female oppressor again smothered my
face with her breasts. She seemed to really enjoy this highly sexual contact.

"That looks like a pin to me. Give up?" Gretchen whispered in my ear.

"Yes." Came my muffled reply. I could barely talk with her nipple in my mouth.
Urges to start kissing these wonderful globes almost overwhelmed me but I got
the distinct impression Gretchen wanted me to do this. The proud little girl
released my arms and sat up on my stomach.

"You lose, big boy. Girls are the stronger sex." She announced with a smile.
The victorious lady did a double biceps pose showing off her small but
superior feminine muscles.

"That wasn’t fair." I claimed. "My shorts fell down and I couldn’t move my
legs."

She just shook her head. "Just like when you worked for me. Always making
excuses for your failures. Lets wrestle again and we will prove once and for
all that you are a loser."

Gretchen stood up and grabbed my shorts with both hands. She slowly pulled
them off while staring down at me with a predatory grin.

"You won’t be needing these for the next round. Is that girl’s underwear you
have on?" The evil woman teased. My hatred for my ex-boss grew with each
derogatory comment and every humiliating defeat.

I jumped to my feet and replied emphatically, "No." My briefs could barely
contain my current state of arousal and it looked a little embarrassing. But
good old Gretchen would not let me off the hook.

"Those look just like my panties, see." She said as she dropped her shorts.
The vile little girl then came over and stood next to me on her tiptoes so
that we could compare underwear. Hers were white but otherwise they did look
much the same. Of course mine had a giant tent pole in the middle while hers
featured just a couple of slight creases, which hinted at the treasures
underneath.

Gretchen reached down and touched my pole. "My panties don’t come with this."
She joked as she ran her fingertip down the length of my shaft. My body
shivered involuntarily at her touch. I came within a hair of losing control.
Until that moment, I had not realized just how sexually excited I had become.

My hated foe stepped back and turned up the heat even further. She peeled off
her shirt while making some lame comment about the temperature of the room.
Gretchen obviously wanted to show off her beautiful breasts. They were big,
firm and perfectly round. I had earlier assumed that she wore some sort of bra
but she did not. Her perfect globes seemed to defy gravity all on their own.

"Not bad for a mother of 3, eh? Ready for the next round?" The vixen asked
with a smile. I was anything but ready. Any physical contact with this nubile
girl could end in my immediate sexual release. My mind searched for any reason
to end this exercise in humiliation.

"Gretchen, we are both married. This has to stop." I started to walk out of
the room but she blocked my path.

"We are just wrestling. I don’t where you got any other ideas from. Now get
back to your spot." She said while shoving me hard. The push caught me off
guard and I flew back, landing hard on my butt. My hated female foe just
smiled down at me, reveling in this latest demonstration of her superior
strength.

I got to my feet and attacked her immediately, determined not to let her take
control. My inhibitions over touching the beautiful female had melted away.
The speed and fury of the attack took her by surprise and for a few moments it
looked like I would get an easy pin. She fell on her back and I climbed on
top. All I needed to do was to pin her arms. My muscles bulged as I tried to
unsuccessfully to push her hands down. I attempted to increase my leverage by
positioning my self farther up on her body but failed. She had wrapped her
long legs around my waist and squeezed. It caused no real pain but held me
solid. Her plans became apparent as she began to grind against my manhood.

"Stop that." I yelled as I fought to defuse the ticking time bomb. My futile
attempts to slide away just made things worse.

"Stop what?" The evil girl asked with fake innocence. I tried to reply but it
was too late. My body shook and convulsed as I exploded with pleasure. The air
exited my lungs and my head fell between her massive peaks.

"You didn’t, you didn’t." She said with false indignation. Gretchen rolled my
limp form off her and stood up. She examined her handiwork.

"You naughty boy. I come over here for some innocent wrestling and you do
this. I think you need to be punished." The devil girl observed while
pondering some diabolical plan. She carefully removed my soiled briefs and
tossed them aside. Then Gretchen grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to
the couch. She sat down and positioned my naked body across her lap for a good
old spanking. I put up no effective resistance. My female enemy had defeated
me physically and mentally.

"You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you." She explained as the
first whack hit my naked buttocks. "Remember our first team meeting when you
embarrassed me with your stupid joke." Gretchen said with another whack. She
continued her diatribe against my service record, punctuating each "remember
when" with a painful slap to my exposed rear.

But my rear was the least of my concerns. Despite my earlier release, I could
again feel a building passion in my loins. Each jolt brought new pleasures
from my manhood pressed against her thigh. Finally she ended the punishment
and rolled me off her lap. I sat on my red butt and looked up at this
beautiful woman. She said nothing but spread her legs ever so slightly.

My hatred for her continued to boil. To have my arch enemy come into my house,
overpower then spank me defied comprehension. But I also came to a new
conclusion. I was inferior to this young lady both mentally and physically.
She now seemed to be giving me a chance to acknowledge this fact. It appeared
to be the only way to end her female domination. In a weird way Gretchen
appeared now almost as a goddess demanding my adoration and worship.

Overcoming the remnants of my shattered ego, I gently grabbed her right foot
and began to kiss it. She straightened her leg and pointed her big toe. I
following her lead and went to work on her toes. Slowly, I kissed my way up
her long, powerful leg. Her muscles tensed under my pliant lips. As I closed
in on her pleasure nexus, Gretchen inched herself partially off the couch. Her
fingers moved her panties aside and started to massage her most sensitive
spot. I could feel her heat on my face as I kissed her inner thigh. Finally,
she could take no more and grabbed me by the hair, forcing my head deep
between her legs.

Gretchen lit up like a Christmas tree as my tongue probed her deepest
recesses. Her thighs tightened around my head as her body trembled with
pleasure. For a second I worried that her powerful legs would pop my skull but
she slowly released me. Then without any warning, Gretchen used her foot to
push me back. She got to her feet and stood over my naked body like an amazon
warrior over a defeated enemy.

The dominant female said nothing as she removed her panties revealing her
naked beauty. I could tell from the look in her eye that my ordeal was far
from over. She sat on my stomach and pinned my arms above my head.

"That’s another pin. So am I the winner or do you have any other pitiful
excuses." Gretchen said with a smile. She started to grind slowly against my
chest.

"No, you won boss." I admitted in what I hoped would be a final act of
submission.

"Would you like to celebrate my victory some more?" The female champion asked
with a smile. Her obvious state of arousal left little doubt in my mind what
she wanted.

"Yes, please." I heard myself say in submission to her sensual power.

Gretchen said as she moved up my chest and covered my mouth with her
glistening mound. I quickly brought her to another climax. Her wanton behavior
surprised me. She acted very prim and proper in the office but seem insatiable
this afternoon.

After all this action Gretchen bent down and kissed me roughly. She slid down
and began to grind her very moist mound against my stiff member. My hands
found her glorious breasts and gave them a well deserved massage. I could tell
from her rapid moaning that she was enjoying herself. Finally she grabbed my
staff and pushed it deep inside her. We made love totally on her terms.

Gretchen departed quickly after finishing her final victory lap. She seemed a
little guilty and uncomfortable with the way our contest had ended. But I felt
sorry to see her go. In a strange way I had made peace with my ex-boss.