Amazon Jane by M.C. When you're a big, strong, powerfully built woman, finding the right man isn't always easy. But sometimes you do get lucky. I couldn't believe it, I just couldn't. I never thought this could happen - not to me at least. It was definiately the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me in my life. Let me explain: My name is Mitch Gardner. I've always been a big, strong, athletic guy; good at practically every sport I ever tried. I guess I'm what you'd call a jock. I stand six feet three inches tall and weigh a solid 230 pounds. I played both football and baseball throughout my high school and college years - tight end in the former and third base in the latter. Being very agile and quick on my feet, I also boxed a bit and did pretty well in the matches I had. So when the mid-sized city I was transfered to a few months ago held their annual 'Tough Man' tournament, I decided to enter. Because of my strength and athletic ability, I actually expected to do rather well. Imagine my shock, therefore, when I was smacked all over the ring and beaten into submission in my very first match. But the humiliating thing about this wasn't so much the fact that I got my ass kicked...it was that the ass whipping was done by a girl! Well O.K., she wasn't just any girl - she's a six foot, 275 pound Amazon (and a rather attractive one too I have to admit). But you get my point, she's a female and I'm a male. So how could she have beaten me up so easily? And to make matters worse, I know her. I mean I don't know her all that well, but we do live in the same apartment complex and bump into each other occasionally. She always smiles and says "hello" whenever we meet. In fact, just last week we were doing our laundry at the same time and it was then that I might have brought up the subject of the 'tough-man' tournament I planned to participate in. And all through our conversation, I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be eyeing me; sizing me up. Imagine my shock then when I entered the boxing arena at the local YMCA where the event was being held (I actually walked to the "Y" from my apartment as it's only a few blocks away) and saw this huge woman dressed in a sexy, skin-tight, shocking pink bathing suit waiting for me inside the ring. "Well hello there honeybunch," she said with a wide smile after I climbed through the ropes. "Remember me?" "You? You're the woman from my apartment complex. The one I met in the laundrymat. What are you doing here?" "Isn't it obvious sweetie pie? I'm your first opponent tonight. After you mentioned this 'tough-man' tournament to me in the laundrymat, I thought it might be fun to give it a try. So here I am. Of course I did have to convince the organizers that I would be a worthy contender, but that wasn't too difficult (she grinned and pointed over to a large, well built man standing near-by who had a black eye and a badly swollen jaw). He was one of the officials; tee, hee." "But...but...you're a...a woman!" "Why how nice of you to have noticed," she laughed. Then she reached back, took her her long, beautiful brown hair which was tied into a ponytail and began twirling it around in front of me. "I'm 100% woman as a matter of fact." "And we're going to fight each other?" "Indeed we are snuggums. Whenever you're ready." "But...but you might get hurt." Her reply will remain fixed in my memory for as long as I live. She stopped twirling her ponytail and assumed a double bicep pose...and my mouth dropped. "Eighteen inches of muscle honey," she said with a wink. Then she pointed to her massive thighs,"and these babies measure twenty-four. I feel sorry for anyone who gets trapped in-between them. So you see honey, you could get hurt in here too; but I'll try not to mess up that handsome face of yours too much." She then reached out her hand to me. "We've never really introduced ourselves formally, have we? I'm Jane, and like you, I'm also rather new in town." "Mitch," I said as I shook hers (her grip felt like a vice). "Very well then Mitch, shall we begin? The crowd seems to want to see some action." "Yes," I replied, still somewhat in a state of shock that my first fight would be against a woman,"I guess we shall." Both of us nodded to the referee, the bell rang, and we began. As we started to dance around the ring, I was reluctant to throw any punches at Jane because, well, you know, she's a woman. True, she's a very big and strong woman, but a woman nonetheless, and I was still afraid that I might, well, hurt her. Seeing my caution, Jane giggled and said,"what's the matter honey? Afraid you'll hurt the 'little' girl? Well maybe this will convince you otherwise." She then hit me with a surprisingly fast series of left jabs which drove me back into the ropes and teased me again. "Come on tough guy, let's fight!" Angry now, I decided to treat her 'like a man' and our fight began in earnest. To call what Jane and I had a 'fight' however would be a misnomer - 'massacre' would be more like it; she literally annihilated me. How a woman six feet tall and weighing 275 pounds could move with the speed of a middleweight and punch with the power of a heavyweight was beyond me; but she did, boy did she. As I said before, I had boxed a bit, but I've never faced an opponent who could hit as hard as Jane - and the fact that we weren't wearing gloves and she was hitting me with her naked fists meant that her punches hurt even more. After the first three-minute round, I already had a bloody nose and several bruises on my chest while Jane didn't have a scratch on her (I did manage to hit her once in the shoulder but she just laughed it off). Towards the end of the second round my jaw was swelling and I couldn't see very well out of my left eye."You'd better learn how to protect yourself better honey," Jane laughed."You're making this way too easy for me." Mercifully though, she avoided punching me in the face anymore. Despite my best efforts, the third round followed the course of the previous two - Jane outclassed me in every way. In the middle of the round, she backed me into one of the corners and began to hammer my mid-section with her powerful fists."Your tummy's too soft also Mitchie," she said as slammed a hard right deep into my stomach. As I keeled over from her blow, the mighty woman leaned over and softly said,"please Mitch, for your sake, don't try to get up. I really don't want to hurt you anymore. I think you've had quite enough tonight." I looked up at this mountain of a woman towering over me with her handas on her hips. I saw her massive, twenty-four inch thighs, her eighteen inch biceps, her surprisingly pretty face and her long beautiful hair. I did try to get up, but then I heard her say a bit more firmly,"I told you to stay down honey. Because even if you do manage to get up, I'll only put you down again; and you know that. Face it Mitch, you're beaten. So please stay down and let the ref count you out. It'll be better that way...for both of us." I have to admit that Jane's last statement went by me. But she was right about one thing, she could put me down anytime she wanted to; and I was beaten. So I just stood there (actually I was on my hands and knees at the time) and let the ref count me out. I was beaten...beaten by a girl! After the referee raised Jane's hand in thiumph, she flexed her awesome muscles again. Then, she helped me get up off the floor and out of the ring. The beautiful brunette led me over to the first aid station and sat me down on a chair. "You fought a good fight Mitch," she said,"and now, let me tend to your wounds." Tend to my wounds? First this incredibly powerful woman batters me all around the ring and now she wants to treat my wounds - wounds that she herself gave me! The irony of the situation wasn't lost on either of us. "Why? Why are you doing this?" I asked, surprised. "I told you at the laundrymat that I'm a nurse Mitch. Remember? (Truth be known, she did tell me that; although it was kind of hard to remember while she was beating the shit out of me). Therefore it's my duty to help the sick and injured - and right now you are injured (smirk). Another reason is that I think you're a real cutie pie. I thought so ever since that day we met while doing our laundry and I don't want there to be any hard feelings between us because of the beating I just gave you (she actually said that with a straight face). So keep the ice pack on your jaw for at least thirty minutes and, in the meantime, you can watch the rest of the tournament from a 'safe' place (wink)." Jane made a fist and playfully tapped my swollen jaw."I believe my next fight is coming up soon. Wish me luck honeybunch." Although what I really wanted to do was go home and sulk after the beating Jane had given me, something compelled me to stay and watch. I guess I wanted to see how the other 'tough guys' in this city would do against her. Jane's next opponent was a 300 pound auto machanic whom she had no trouble beating into submission in just two rounds. And the the one after that - a 250 pound weight lifter - had to be carried out of the ring on a stretcher (Jane administered first aid to him too). In the final round she fought the defending champion - a big, strong, tough looking man who used to be a professional boxer at one time in his life and was known as the town bully. But even his fighting skills proved to be no match against this amazing Amazon as Jane easily battered him all over the ring - laughing as she did so. She ended his tormant and humiliation with a powerful right uppercut to the jaw in the third round which sent him crashing into the ropes with such force that he rebounded off them and was propelled forward, right into Jane's waiting fist. SMACK! And that was that. Jane then put one foot on the chest of her battered opponent and flexed her huge muscles again in the classic victory pose while the stunned crowd rose and began to cheer. After receiving her trophy and the $1,000 winner's prize, the victorious woman climbed out of the ring and walked over to where I was sitting - still with the ice pack against my swollen jaw. "Hey good looking, how about giving me a little victory schmooch?" Before I knew what was happening, Jane's powerful arms lifted me up from the chair. She then wrapped them around me, squeezed me firmly against her massive breasts and pressed her warm lips against mine. "Oooooh honey, that felt so good. How about another schmooch?" This time Jane sank her tongue deep into my mouth and kept it there for what must have been at least a minute. When she finally released me from her monster grip, I fell to the floor; gasping for breath."What's the matter tough guy? Are even my kisses too much for you to handle? Tee, hee, hee," Jane giggled as she helped me back to my feet. "You really are a softie, aren't you Mitch?" Softie? Softie? I'm a 230 pound, well conditioned athlete. But compared to this Amazon Jane, I guess I am a softie. She reached over and playfully pinched my cheek - the one that wasn't swollen. "Come honeybunch, let's walk back to our apartments together." "Are you really sure you want to walk back with me Jane? I mean, an hour ago you battered me to a pulp, didn't you?" "Oh don't be like that Mitch. Just because I beat you up in the tournament tonight doesn't mean that we can't at least walk home together...can't be friends. We both live in the same apartment complex and it's only a few blocks away. So come honey, (she grabbed me firmly - and boy do I mean firmly - by the hand) let's go." Hand-in-hand we walked together for a strange, surreal few minutes of silence before I finally built up the courage to say what was on my mind."Jane, I don't consider myself a chauvanist, but you - a woman - really did kick my ass but good tonight." "Yes Mitch (giggles), I certainly did; didn't I? But do you want to hear real irony? I actually beat you up to save you from what, in all likelyhood, would have been an even worse beating. (When Jane saw the strange look I had on my face, she elaborated). I'm sorry to have to say this to you honey, but if I hadn't beaten you, your next opponent would have...and he'd have been a lot less 'gentle' with you than I was. "Gentle? You call the beating you gave me tonight gentle? And are you trying to say you took it easy on me? Deliberately?" "I'm afraid so sweetness. I eased off when I saw you couldn't take any more punishment. And I never hit you even once with all my strength. Didn't you see the way I knocked out the defending champ? If I had hit you that hard, you'd be in the hospital emergency room now. And even if you had advanced past the first round Mitch, either that 300 pound machanic or the muscular weight lifter would have creamed you for sure; not to mention that arrogant bully I fought in the final. "So you're saying you beat me up to protect me?" "Yes (giggles) strange as it seems. After you mentioned to me in the laundrymat that you were going to fight in the 'tough-man' tournament, I walked over to the "Y" to see who else was participating.There were some pretty tough men there, so I decided to enter myself. I asked with the organizers to arrange for me to fight against you - and have our fight be the first one on the venue." (When Jane saw the frown on my face, she sighed and squeezed my hand tighter). "Look Mitch, I know this is probably a big blow to your male ego, but you really aren't cut out for the brutality of a tough-man tournament... you're just too cute (she pinched me on the cheek again) and I really didn't want to see you get badly hurt. So yes, you're right. I did beat you up to save you from an even worse beating. Irony of ironies." Another awkward few minutes of silence followed before we got to Jane's apartment. She still held me firmly by the hand and, after opening the front door, this massive, six foot, 275 pound, muscular Amazon lifted me up in her powerful arms as if I was a child and carried me inside...straight to her bedroom. She tossed me on the bed, giggled and said,"whatever clothes you still have on after I pounce on you will be ripped off Mitchie." She then began to quickly remove the sexy bathing suit she fought in (fortunately, I did manage to remove my boxer shorts just before she leaped...but just barely). I was lying on my back near the edge of her bed with my head over the side. Jane sat her 275 pounds down on my upper chest so that her huge pussy was only inches away from my face. She grabbed me firmly by the back of the head and forced me up into her womanhood."Come on honeybunch, in honor of her victory tonight, the toughest 'person' in the city needs a handsome man to pleasure her." However much Jane may have dominiated me inside the boxing ring, she was even more awesome in bed. All night long, this incredible superwoman overwhelmed me with a display of sheer female power and strength. She treated my six foot-three inch, 230 pound, muscular body as if it were a piece of clay. Every time I would try and assert myself, Jane would laugh and bat me down."Mitchie wants to take control does he?" she would tease, and then proceed to crush me (figuratively speaking) with various parts of her massive body. Sometimes she'd smother me with her gorgeous, 48 inch breasts, or she'd sit on my face with her massive ass - always making sure I could breathe of course (she did fart once, but apologised and assured me it was just an accident). Once, when I came prematurely, Jane took me over her knees and gave me a light spanking."Why you naughty, naughty boy," she giggled as she playfully whacked my behind with her hand. "Now mommy has to punish you." Whatever this awesome woman wanted to do to me, she did; and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. But the more she ravaged me, the more I loved it. In fact, once I accepted being dominiated by a women who was both bigger and stronger than I was (and who could beat the crap out of me anytime she wanted to), whatever chauvanism I may still have had, disappeared; and I surrendered to her completely - body and soul. This mighty woman crushed my male ego out of existance, thus enabling me to enjoy a night of erotic passion that I shall never forget. It was only when the sun began to rise the following morning that our passion finally succumbed to our exhaustion. I fell asleep wrapped inside Jane's powerful arms...and I never felt more secure in my life.