Private Match
Mick Sloane
Jessica takes exception when her wrestling skills are questioned



	Bill's eyes widened as he saw her moving towards him.  He 
sat in a chair against the wall at the very back of the club, smoking a 
cigarette.  As the woman they called Jessica walked towards him, 
every head in the place turned to watch her.
	She was an incredible specimen.  That was for sure.  She was 
tall for a woman, probably damn near six feet, and every inch 
gorgeous.  She was like an Amazon, with subtle muscle definition all 
over her body, an air of tremendous confidence, but utterly feminine.  
	Though she was a bit larger than an average woman, she was 
completely proportional, a breathtakingly lovely female.  She looked 
directly at him as she walked, coolly ignoring the eyes all over her 
body, the heads snapping back to watch her as she walked past.
	Bill had seen Jessica wrestle some guy earlier that evening, 
and had fallen in love with her immediately.  The perfect female.  
That is what she was.  Long, soft, blond hair, beautiful face with 
taught, bronze skin, perfect features, and clear green eyes.  She was 
topless, wearing nothing at all, actually, except for a little pink thong 
bikini bottom.  Her breasts were fantastic, large and very firm.  Her 
stomach was small and flat and hard, her hips full and round.  
Jessica's legs, though, her legs, were indeed something to behold.  
They went on for miles, it seemed, with curves in all the right places, 
silky smooth on the outside and exhibiting just a hint of rock-hard 
musculature beneath the surface as she walked.
	As she stopped in front of him, placing her hands on her hips, 
looking down at him, he tried to keep his cool, taking a long drag on 
his cigarette.  Thankfully, a man on stage introduced the next match, 
and two beautiful, topless women started beating the hell out of some 
poor, lucky bastard in the mud.  All of the men who had been 
watching Jessica turned their attention back to the action on stage, 
laughing and cheering as the women brought this guy down in the 
mud and straddled him, twisting his body like a pretzel.
	Bill looked up at Jessica silently.  "You Bill?" she asked, 
eyeing him from head to toe.
	He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.  She smiled 
confidently as he nodded, and finally managed to say, "Yeah."
	She raised her eyes to his as she stood above him.  "Sit up 
straight," she said.  "Put your knees together, and sit on your hands."  
Bill looked at her questioningly, and she smiled just slightly, saying 
sternly, "Just do it, hon."
	Bill complied quickly.  Anything, so long as she stayed, so 
long as he could be close to that lovely body a while longer.  
	As Bill followed her orders, Jessica's face softened slightly, 
and she took another step towards him, sitting down on his lap.  She 
straddled him, moving in close, wrapping her ankles casually around 
the back legs of the chair.  She moved all the way up on his lap, 
snuggling her thighs against his waist, looking down into his eyes as 
she sat with her body, her magnificent breasts mere inches from him, 
feeling his erection stirring against her exposed butt through his jeans.
	She was silent for a moment, and his eyes fell to her breasts, 
young and firm, so close to his face that he could lean forward and 
kiss them, if he tried.  Jessica put a confident, feminine hand on his 
chin, raising his face so that he met her eyes, looking into them 
quietly for a moment, feeling power rush over her as she sensed the 
frenzy she was causing in him.
	She spoke finally, her breath on his face, saying, "Jimmy says 
you might be interested in a match?"
	Bill swallowed, trying silently to regain some modicum of 
composure.  "Yeah, sure.  I might be."
	She smiled, carelessly letting one of her breasts touch the side 
of his face as she held his chin lightly in her hand.  "It's three-
hundred bucks, handsome.  So are you interested or no?"
	He tried to concentrate, not moving his head, letting her breast 
touch it for as long as she would leave it there.  Bill nodded, "Sure.  
Okay."
	Jessica lowered her face to him, pressing her lips to his, 
parting his mouth with her own, kissing him hotly, stirring her breasts 
against his throat, her thighs against his middle, her buttocks on his 
lap.  She pulled her face away after a moment, looking into his eyes.  
"Great," she said.  "They'll call you from the stage in about half an 
hour."
	Bill nodded, struggling to find his voice as he continued to 
feel jolts of electricity all over his body.  "Are there any rules I should 
know about, or anything like that?"
	She smiled, grazing his cheek with her breast, continuing to 
hold his chin with her hand.  "No rules, sweetie.  We just wrestle 
until somebody gives.  You've been sitting here for a while.  You've 
seen how it works."
	Bill nodded, his breath heavy.  "Yeah.  I just thought maybe 
there were like some special rules or instructions for the guys, you 
know, so they don't hurt the girls or something."
	Jessica smiled down at him.  "You won't hurt me, darling.  
Don't worry."
	Bill couldn't hide a hint of surprise.  "But it can't all be real?"
	She kept her eyes on his, her face still expressionless.  "It 
can't?  You think someone tells the guys to go easy on us, honey?"
	He shrugged.  "Well, yeah.  I mean, I'm sure you are a great 
wrestler, and you're obviously in fantastic shape ..."
	She smiled.  "Go ahead, sweetie."
	"It's just that, I mean, I wrestled in high school, and I was 
pretty good.  And that was only a few years ago, and I'm still in 
decent condition.  And I do have a quite a few pounds on you, even if 
we are about the same height.  Besides ..."
	She cut off his speech with a brief kiss.  "Shhh," she said 
softly.  "I understand.  You think it's fake."
	"I just wouldn't want to hurt you," he said earnestly.
	Jessica smiled gently at him, moving her face in close to his, 
casually stirring on his lap.  "I like you, Bill.  You're sweet.  I'll tell 
you what.  Give me a hundred bucks now for Jimmy.  I'll tell him you 
decided on a lap dance instead of a match.  Then, when I get off work 
in an hour or so, we can go back to my place, and I'll wrestle you in 
private for the other two hundred, and I'll show you that you can't 
hurt me.  Who knows?  You might even get lucky."
	Bill swallowed hard as she sat on his lap, practically nude, 
breathing on his face, looking confidently into his eyes.
	"Well, what do you think, sweetie?" Jessica asked him, still 
holding his head by the chin with her hand.
	He nodded, managing to say, "Okay.  Sure."
	Jessica smiled, leaning forward to kiss him on the mouth 
again.  She pulled her face away, absently pulling her hair back 
behind her shoulders, looking into his eyes.  "Sit up straight, with 
your back flat against the chair, and keep your hands where they are, 
under your butt," she said quietly.  She raised her eyebrows, asking, 
"Understood?"
	Bill nodded, adjusting his position on the chair to comply with 
her instructions.  She proceeded to give him a "private" dance, still 
straddling his lap, facing him, gyrating her hips, putting her hands on 
his face, pulling him to her breasts, allowing him to nuzzle them.  
Wrapping her arms around his neck and brushing her bosoms against 
his chest and throat.  She turned around on him, again straddling him, 
but now with her ass snuggled against his lap and in plain view.  She 
was an incredible woman.  She leaned her head backward on one of 
his shoulders, brushing her soft hair against his cheek, turning her 
face to kiss his neck as she swayed her hips on his lap.  
	She reached forward, spreading his knees apart, standing up 
on the chair between his legs, pressing her butt against his chest, then 
his face.  Jessica turned around then, still standing, towering over 
him, and she moved her feet to the outsides of his legs.  She slowly 
slid down his body, letting her own touch his face and chest, 
beginning at her crotch, then her tummy, then her breasts.  When she 
completed the move, she was again straddling his lap, facing him, 
gazing into his eyes intently, smiling at his short breath, quickened 
pulse, raging erection.
	"What do you think of me?" she whispered against his ear.
	Bill found his speech after a moment, smiling bashfully, 
saying, "I think I love you."
	Jessica returned his smile, delivering a lingering, hot kiss to 
his mouth.  "You're sweet, honey.  I have to do another match in a 
few minutes, and then we can go back to my place for that private 
outing.  You stay here, okay?"
	Bill nodded.  "Yeah.  Okay."
	She looked into his eyes, feeling her sexual power over this 
man.  "I need a hundred bucks for Jimmy," she said, rising slowly 
from his lap, letting him feel her body move against his.
	"Oh.  Right," Bill said, quickly taking out his wallet, handing 
her a hundred and fifty.
	Jessica smiled, saying, "Thanks, sweetie.  I'll see you in a bit.  
Don't miss my next match, now," she said, turning to make her way 
back to the dressing area behind the stage.
	"I won't," Bill said, watching her walk, her naked body, 
beautiful hair, bare shoulders, fantastic buttocks, all working together 
perfectly as she moved across the room.
	Bill ordered another beer, smoking a cigarette, watching a 
match where two gorgeous, smaller women were totally having their 
way with this big, heavy-set guy.  He was still thinking of Jessica, 
feeling her all over his body, smelling her perfume.
	The next match was Jessica's.  Bill watched, entranced, as she 
was introduced, wearing her pink bikini thong, now with the 
matching top.  Her opponent was a big guy, an inch or two taller than 
her, and quite a bit larger.  He seemed to be pretty drunk, and he had 
a few buddies there, cheering him on.
	Jessica and her opponent stood at opposite corners of the ring.  
They were using the traditional wrestling ring for this match, not the 
mud in which the last few bouts had taken place.  The "referee" was a 
guy in a cheap tuxedo with a microphone, who made crude remarks 
throughout the matches.
	As the match began, the man immediately came at Jessica, 
trying to put his arms around her, groping her body.  She put her 
hands on his shoulders, wrapping one of her long legs around the 
backs of his, pushing his shoulders back forcefully as she brought her 
leg in towards herself, pulling his feet out from under him and 
sending him to the mat on his back with a "thud."  As he slowly, 
clumsily moved to get up, Jessica stomped her heel into his 
midsection, forcing a grunt from him as he rolled about on the mat, 
gasping for breath at her feet.
	Before he could stand up, Jessica took hold of his shoulders, 
pressing them to the mat and straddling him with her body.  She 
brought herself down on his torso, sitting on him, pressing his 
shoulders to the mat with the heels of her hands.  He thrashed about 
impatiently, trying to throw her off, ripping her bikini top from her 
body in the process.  The crowd cheered as her breasts were exposed, 
and she looked up, smiling confidently as she held the man pinned 
beneath her.
	Jessica released his shoulders, and as he lifted them from the 
mat, she quickly wrapped her arms around his head, bear hugging his 
head to her chest, mashing his face between her firm, young bosoms.  
His arms thrashed about wildly behind her back as she held him 
against her body, looking over his head, out at the crowd with a bored 
smirk.  Bill thought she might have been looking directly at him for a 
moment.  She released the man's head, and he fell to the mat, gasping 
in air as she sat astride his body.  
	She rolled off of him after a moment, taking hold of one of his 
wrists.  She pinned his upper body to the ground with her legs as she 
sat on the mat beside him, placing one of her calves across his face, 
and the other across his chest.  She tugged on his wrist, and he began 
screaming.  She leaned back, eventually laying all the way down on 
the mat, holding the man's wrist, making him scream, keeping his 
body still with her legs draped across him.
	After a moment, the "referee" asked the man if he wanted to 
give up.  There were no pins in these matches.  Someone had to 
submit, or the "referee" had to decide that the match needed to be 
ended.
	"No!" the man shouted, thrashing his body about as Jessica 
stretched his arm taught, holding it firmly against her crotch as she 
pulled on it.
	Apparently seeing that the hold would not generate a 
submission, Jessica abandoned it suddenly, rising to her feet, standing 
above the man with her hands on her hips, shaking her head at what 
she apparently felt was poor judgment on his part.  The man sat up, 
and slowly moved to his hands and knees in an effort to rise to his 
feet.  Jessica moved towards him before he could get up from the 
mat, and she turned to face the same direction as him.  She brought 
her legs to either side of his head, while he was still on his hands and 
knees, and she reached down, taking hold of his head roughly with 
one hand on his chin, and the other on his forehead, and she tugged 
his head up, between her thighs, with the back flush against her 
crotch.
	As the man realized what was happening, and began to 
struggle, Jessica completed the move, crossing her ankles on the mat, 
below his face, straightening her legs, tightening her thighs against 
the side of his head.  As he struggled to pull his head loose, trying 
desperately to use his hands to pry her legs apart, Jessica looked 
down at the back of his head and began flexing the muscles in her 
thighs.  The man screamed out as she crushed his head between her 
legs, working her impressive thigh muscles together against him as he 
thrashed about wildly in an effort to break free of her.
	Jessica put her hands on her hips, alternately looking out at 
the crowd and then down at her prey as he struggled ineffectually, his 
hands groping uselessly at her impressive thighs and buttocks as she 
held him in them possessively.
	"You're mine," she said, looking down at the back of the 
man's head.  "I have you.  Give up, before I really hurt you."
	The "referee" again asked if the man wished to submit.
Between his pained shrieks, the man again shouted "no," that 
he did not wish to give up, and he continued to tug at his head, 
struggling to pry himself loose from the incredible Amazon who held 
him captive, muscling her thighs in against the sides of his skull.
	"No?" she shouted, squeezing his head harder still.  "What do 
you mean, 'no?'  Do you want me to pop your head like a grape, 
tough guy?"  The crowd cheered as she flexed her thighs roughly 
against his head, causing him to scream in agony.
	Finally, impatiently, she released him from her hold, and he 
fell to the mat, shaking his head, woozy, trying to regain his bearings 
and make his way to his feet.
	Jessica stood above him, her arms folded across her chest, 
shaking her head disapprovingly.  "You must like pain, honey, and 
humiliation.  Well, you've come to the right place," she said sternly, 
kicking him viciously in the side with the ball of her bare foot, 
causing him to roll about on the mat, screaming and gasping for 
breath.
	She quickly sat down next to him on the mat, lifting his upper 
body by the head, turning onto her side and sliding one of her legs 
beneath his back.  As she released his head, Jessica swept her other 
leg across his chest, locking her ankles on his opposite side before he 
could respond.  The man immediately began trying to break free, and 
she quickly straightened her beautiful legs around him, contracting 
her thighs against his chest.  She propped herself onto one elbow, 
looking alternately at the crowd and down into his face as she held 
him ensnared between her legs.
	He again struggled wildly, and Jessica rolled her eyes and 
shook her head impatiently as his hands groped her hips and thighs 
desperately.  She quickly applied great pressure to his body, causing 
him to scream as she crushed him between her legs.  The crowd fell 
silent as his screams pierced the room, and Bill marveled at the way 
Jessica quickly had the man gasping and struggling for his very 
breath.  She humiliated him, shaking his big body like a stuffed doll 
between her powerful thighs, squeezing her legs against his back and 
chest, collapsing his lungs as she stared coolly down into his face.
	When the man still refused to submit, Jessica shook her head 
impatiently, saying, "You just don't know when you're beat, do you 
big guy?  Or can't you stand giving in to a woman?"  The man did not 
answer, save for his horrific screams as she continued to crush his 
body between her legs, as the crowd watched in silent fascination.  
Jessica looked up from the man, and Bill swore that she was looking 
right at him, as she mustered additional strength and forced her thighs 
in savagely against his chest, almost as if she was chewing on his 
body with her legs.  Everyone in the place heard the sound of his ribs 
snapping between her thighs, even over his terrible, pained screams 
of agony.
	The "referee" quickly called the match, declaring Jessica the 
winner, and she stood in the ring with her arms above her head, 
placing her foot on the man's stomach as he lay groaning on the mat, 
trembling in pain.  The crowd cheered enthusiastically as she posed 
for them, victorious.  They continued to cheer for her as she left the 
ring, making her way to the dressing area in back, as two men quickly 
entered the ring with a stretcher,  lifting the beaten man onto it and 
carrying him into the back area.
	Bill finished his drink quickly, enjoying one last cigarette.  He 
felt fairly certain that Jessica's behavior in that last match had been at 
least in part for his benefit.  If that was the case, then it had worked, 
at least to some extent.  Bill felt pretty certain that the poor guy she 
had beaten had not gone easy on her.  She had just flat out been to 
much for him, and he had refused to admit it.  On the other hand, that 
guy had been awfully drunk, and he obviously had no skill or training 
as a wrestler.
	Bill still wasn't convinced that she could defeat him, but she 
was a lot better than he had thought, and apparently a lot meaner.  He 
decided that he did not need to find out whether he could beat her or 
not.  As he got up to leave, he reassured himself that he was making 
the right decision.  He wouldn't have a referee to pull her off of him 
if they wrestled in private.  He would be too vulnerable if he went 
home with her, to her turf.  He still thought he could beat her, and he 
really wanted to spend some more time with her, was completely 
smitten with her actually, but it was better to be safe than sorry, he 
reasoned.
	He made his way out the front door, and walked around the 
side of the building to the parking lot in back.  After a moment, his 
eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he found his car.  Fishing his key 
out of his pocket as he made his way towards it, Bill again wondered 
if he was doing the right thing.  He desperately wanted to go home 
with her, to spend time with her, but he still thought the risk was too 
great.  Being manhandled and humiliated by a beautiful woman was 
something Bill felt fairly certain that he wished to avoid, though if 
that beautiful woman were Jessica ...
	"No," Bill muttered, shaking his head, moving his key to the 
door of the car.  "Don't be stupid," he said to himself as he turned the 
key and pulled the door open.  As he turned his body to lower himself 
into his car, Bill felt a hand squeeze his shoulder firmly, and he 
shouted out in surprise, turning his head back to see Jessica standing 
behind him.
	Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a long 
raincoat, tied firmly at her little waist.  Her eyes met his, and she 
smiled, saying, "Going somewhere, Bill?"
	He turned to face her, embarrassed, grasping in his mind for 
an explanation.  "I ..."
	"Were you going to ditch me, sweetie?" she asked, taking her 
hand off of his shoulder, folding her arms across her chest, looking 
into his eyes with a slight expression of hurt and disappointment.
	He decided to tell her the truth.  Certainly, she would consider 
it a complement, anyway.  "Yeah, I was trying to slink away before 
you came back for me," he confessed sheepishly.
	Her eyes fell, and her lips pouted a little.  "Why?  Don't you 
like me, Bill?  Don't you want to wrestle with me?" she asked, 
looking back up into his face with a tiny grin.
	Bill returned her smile, shrugging his shoulders.  "Oh yeah, I 
like you a lot, Jessica.  I just started to have some doubts, you know, 
as to whether going home with you was a smart thing to do."
	She brushed his cheek gently with her hand.  "Because of that 
fight?" she asked.  "Because of what I did to that guy?"
	"Don't get me wrong," Bill said, feigning confidence.  "That 
guy was totally drunk, and he couldn't wrestle his way out of a paper 
bag.  I still think I could hold my own against you.  You were just 
so ..."
	Jessica nodded.  "I was cruel to him," she said flatly.  "But 
you don't understand, Bill.  All the guys who come in here, drunk, 
mean, leering at you, with all their macho crap.  You're not a girl, so 
you can't understand how that feels.  And, not being a girl, you also 
can't understand how wonderful it feels to make one of those big, 
drunken slobs hurt all over, and to make them scream for mercy, to 
humiliate them in front of a bunch of other stupid drunk men.  And 
also," she said, smiling shyly, "I wanted to impress you a little, I 
think."
	"You chose a funny line of work, if you have a problem with 
drunk men looking at your body," Bill said quietly.
	"No," she said, shaking her head, smiling gently.  "I chose the 
perfect line of work, because I get to extract revenge."
	"That guy will probably sue you," Bill said.
	She laughed, saying, "Let him.  They all sign release forms.  
He got what he deserved, and I don't feel bad about it."
	"Is that why you want me to come home with you?" Bill asked 
her.  "To extract revenge, because I questioned your wrestling 
ability?"
	Jessica smiled, taking his hand in both of hers.  "No.  Really, 
Bill.  I like you.  You seem sweet.  We never get nice guys in here, or 
hardly ever, anyway.  I wanted to get to know you, because I kind of 
like you.  I mean, don't get me wrong.  I also wanted your two 
hundred dollars, and I wanted to show you that I can out-wrestle 
you."
	Bill smiled wryly, saying, "By breaking some of my ribs?"
	She laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder.  "I told you, Bill.  
I'm kind of sweet on you.  I wouldn't hurt you.  I mean, okay, I guess 
I would hurt you, but I wouldn't break you, or damage you.  Except 
maybe your ego."  She moved her face in close to his, looking 
honestly into his eyes.  "I can make you scream Bill, and cry, and hurt 
all over, worse than you ever have.  But I won't break you.  And when 
I'm done, you'll beg me for more," she said quietly, kissing him on 
the lips.
	His pulse quickened as she pulled her body in close to his, and 
he returned her kiss.  He pulled his head away after a moment, 
looking into her face.  "I'm still not convinced that you can hurt me, 
Jessica, and I have no idea why I would beg for more if you did."
	She tilted her head, bringing her face against his neck, biting 
it gently, and licking it.  She whispered in his ear, saying, "Oh, I can 
hurt you, Bill.  And you will beg for more.  Believe it.  When I'm 
finished, you won't be able to think of anything else but me, sweetie."  
She licked his ear, whispering, "Would that be such a bad thing?"
	He put his arms around her, pulling her body against his, 
whispering, "No.  Not so bad at all," as she continued to lick his neck 
and throat, swaying her hips slowly, stirring herself against his lap.
	They pulled away from one another with a start as they heard 
someone walking noisily up behind them.
	As Jessica turned around, a man grabbed her by the wrist 
roughly, his speech slurring from drink as he said, "Here's the big 
pretty bitch."
	Jessica yanked her arm away from him, her eyes narrowing as 
she said, "Hands off, pal.  Who the hell are you, and what do you 
want from us?"
	"You broke two of my buddy's ribs, whore," the man said, 
looking up at Jessica angrily.  He was perhaps two inches shorter than 
she, though still bigger and heavier.
	She looked at the man with disdain, shrugging her shoulders 
and saying, "He should've given up before I lost my patience then, 
now shouldn't he have?"
	"He was drunk," the man said angrily, again grabbing 
Jessica's arm.
	"So are you," Jessica spat, again ripping her arm free from his 
grasp.
	Bill made a move towards the man, but Jessica quickly said, 
"It's okay, sweetie.  I'm a big girl."  Out of the corner of her eye, she 
saw Bill nod and step back.
	"Let's see how you like it having your bones broken, whore," 
the man growled, swinging at Jessica's head with his fist.
She blocked his punch with her forearm, quickly bringing her 
opposite fist into his stomach, doubling him over as she knocked the 
wind from him with the force of her blow.  As he was doubled over 
before her, Jessica lifted an arm above her head, and brought her 
elbow and forearm down sharply against his neck and upper back.  
He immediately crumpled to the ground at her feet, unconscious.
	Jessica turned her head to both sides, checking to make 
certain that the lot was otherwise vacant, which it was.  She carelessly 
stepped over the man's body, walking over to Bill, looking into his 
eyes.  "Open the trunk," she said quietly.
	Bill's eyes widened, and he shook his head in disbelief.  
"Open the trunk?" he asked.  "No.  Let's just go.  Let's leave him be."
	Jessica smiled naughtily, taking Bill's hand in hers, watching 
his eyes as she pulled his hand against her neck and slowly slid it 
down her throat, beneath the collar of her coat, holding it flat against 
her naked breast, letting him feel its firmness, its warmth.  "Don't 
spoil my fun, Bill.  Just do it," she said softly, stirring his hand 
against her breast until her nipple was erect.  "Okay?" she asked, 
pouting sweetly for him.
	Bill nodded silently as she withdrew his hand from her coat, 
walking back to the trunk and opening it as Jessica had asked.  As she 
stooped to the ground to lift the man into the trunk, he began 
groaning and stirring.  Looking directly at Bill, Jessica put her hands 
under the man's arms and lifted him roughly, sharply pulling his 
upper back into her knee, then releasing him and allowing him to 
again crumple to the ground at her feet.  She bent again, now, and 
lifted him off of the ground and into the trunk of the car with 
apparent ease.  She closed the trunk, and walked around the car to the 
passenger side.  Bill followed her, and silently opened her door.  She 
kissed him sweetly on the lips and got into the car.
	Bill circled the car, wondering what in the hell he was doing, 
and he climbed inside and started the ignition.  As they pulled away, 
Jessica told him how to get to her house.  
	They drove in silence for a moment or two, and then Bill 
asked, "So, what do you want with that guy?  What are you going to 
do with him?"
	Jessica turned to look at him, smiling naughtily, placing a 
hand on his knee as he drove.  "Are you jealous, sweetie?" she teased.
	He laughed nervously, saying, "No.  I just don't understand 
what you want with him."
	Jessica moved her hand slowly up Bill's leg, over his thigh, up 
to his crotch.  She watched him carefully, taking note of his trembles 
and quick little breaths as she touched him.  She unbuttoned his jeans 
with her hand, saying, "I want to hurt him, Bill."
	"But why?" Bill asked her.
	She unzipped his jeans with her strong, feminine hand, saying, 
"Because I want to.  Period.  He deserves it, and I want to hurt him."
	"But I thought you were planning on hurting me," Bill said, 
smiling.
	Jessica returned his smile as she slid her hand inside of his 
boxer shorts, hearing him gasp as she wrapped her fingers loosely 
around his erection.  "I am going to hurt you, honey," she said.  "You 
might as well start getting used to the idea.  But I'm going to hurt you 
in a good way.  Him," she said, gesturing to the trunk of the car with 
her head, "him, I'm just going to hurt."
	"I think you have a real problem," Bill gasped, struggling to 
concentrate on the highway as Jessica made tiny movements with her 
fingers against his erection.
	She studied his face as she moved her hand down further into 
his shorts, cupping his testicles in the palm of her hand.  "Do I?" she 
asked.  "Would you like me to go?" she asked, massaging his testicles 
ever so lightly with her hand, scratching at them with her fingernails, 
literally holding him in the palm of her hand.
	"No," he said, his voice thick, his breath short.  "I don't want 
you to go," he said.
	She smiled, withdrawing her hand from his pants, saying, 
"You like me, don't you sweetie."  Jessica smiled to herself as Bill 
ignored her question, keeping his eyes facing forward.
	As Bill pulled the car into Jessica's drive, she leaned over and 
zipped and buttoned his jeans, leaving her hand to rest comfortably 
on his thigh until he parked the car and removed his key from the 
ignition.
	She moved her hand up his body, over his chest, to his chin, 
turning his head towards her, leaning in to kiss his lips.  "So, are you 
ready to wrestle with me, my sweet, or do you want to watch as I 
warm up on our friend in the trunk?" she asked, her lips against his 
cheek.
	"Whatever you want, Jessica," he said, his voice still thick and 
soft.
	She licked his throat hungrily.  "Oh, I like that," she said.  "I 
like making the decisions, love," she said.  "I like being in charge."
	"What if I don't let you take charge?" he asked playfully.
	Jessica smiled against his throat, pushing her lips against his 
neck firmly until she cut off his breath, holding them there for just an 
instant, and then pulling them away.  "You won't have any choice," 
she said, biting his shoulder.  "Besides, you'll love it."
	Bill shook his head in amazement.  She certainly was 
confident.  "So, what's it going to be?" he asked.  "Who goes first?  
Me, or the drunk in the trunk?"
	She laughed, kissing him on the mouth, parting his lips with 
hers, sliding her tongue into him, caressing his chest and shoulders 
with her hands.  She pulled her face back, looking into his eyes.  "I 
think I'll start with the drunk in the trunk.  If I relieve my aggressions 
on him, then perhaps I won't hurt you quite so badly," she said, 
bringing her lips back against his before he could argue with her.
	After a moment, Jessica pulled her face back from Bill's, 
smiling as she breathed on him heavily.  She fished into her purse for 
her keys, withdrawing them and handing them to Bill.  "Here are my 
keys.  Give me yours, and I'll help our guest into the house.  It sounds 
like he may be awake again.  You go on ahead and unlock my front 
door, so we can get him inside quickly and quietly."
	Bill nodded, handing her his car keys and silently getting out 
and walking to the front door of the house.  As he unlocked it, Jessica 
walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk.  
	The man recognized her immediately and began shouting at 
her.  "You!  You are so fucking dead, you big whore bitch," he 
snarled at her, sitting up to get out of the trunk.
	As he sat up, Jessica quickly wrapped an arm around his head, 
locking it tightly around him and smashing his face into the side of 
her body.  His screams were muffled by her coat as she yanked him 
out by his head, closed the trunk, and began dragging him across the 
driveway.  He struggled to get his feet under himself, and continued 
to try to scream, but Jessica cranked her powerful arm around his 
head, feeling his hands groping desperately at her arms, trying to pry 
himself loose.
	She dragged him all the way to the front door and inside, as 
Bill held the door open for her.  When she had him inside, Jessica 
threw the man against the wall with terrific force, and he grunted as 
he bounced off and fell to the floor at her feet.  She lowered herself to 
the ground, pressing one of her knees to his ear, mashing his head 
between her knee and the floor as she held his hands by the wrists.
	Jessica looked up at Bill, who stood near the door looking 
unsure about what he ought to do.  "Bill?" she said.
	"Yes?" he answered.
	She looked down at the man as he struggled beneath her knee.  
She dug it in roughly against the side of his head, into his temples, as 
she maintained her grip on his wrists.  "He can't hear us," Jessica said 
to Bill.  "His ears are both covered, and all he is thinking about now 
is how his head feels like it is going to implode.  Now just sit yourself 
down in that chair over there, my sweet," she said, gesturing to a 
cushioned chair across the room, grinding her knee into the drunk 
man's head as he squealed in pain.
	Jessica watched as Bill complied, and then she said, "Now 
Bill, I want you to sit on your hands, like in the club.  That's right.  
You are not to move, all right?  Not to help me, or to stop me from 
hurting this worthless piece of shit either.  No matter what.  Okay?"
	Bill nodded.  "Okay.  What are you going to do to him?"
	Jessica smiled, gripping the man's wrist's tightly, squeezing 
them powerfully in her hands.  "I'm going to hurt him, Bill.  I'm 
going to hurt him very badly, and break him apart.  I promise I won't 
kill him, and I won't do anything that can't heal or be fixed.  Just be 
still, and trust me.  Now will you promise to stay where you are?"
	As she saw Bill nod in agreement, Jessica took her knee off of 
the man's head, turning him onto his back as she continued to grip his 
wrists in her hands.  She settled her butt on his chest, sitting on him 
with her knees bent, her feet resting on the floor on either side of his 
head.  As he shouted at her and struggled to get up, she took hold of 
his hands, interlocking her fingers with his.
	"Get off of me, you fucking whore!" the man shouted angrily.  
"I'll show you what it's like to fight a real man, you Amazon bitch!"
	Jessica's eyes narrowed, and she leaned forward, lowering her 
head between her knees and glaring down into his face.  "First of all," 
she said, bending his hands back at the wrists until he screamed in 
pain, "you're no real man."  She bent his hands back further, smiling 
cruelly at him as he shrieked in agony.  "And second of all, this isn't 
going to be much of a fight.  This is going to be me breaking you into 
lots of little pieces, and you screaming and begging."
	"Let go of me you fucking slut!" the man screamed, trying 
desperately to throw her off of him, and to pull his hands free from 
her.
	She sat back up straight, looking into his eyes with cool 
contempt as she bent his hands back further, sharply, breaking both 
wrists with a horrific snapping sound.  He screamed in agony, his 
pain clearly incredible despite his drunken state.  Jessica looked down 
at him coolly, and began squeezing her fingers together against his, 
crushing his hands in her powerful grip as he shouted in terror.  
Jessica looked across the room at Bill, raising her eyebrows as both of 
them heard the bones in the man's fingers begin to crackle and break.  
She winced as she summoned tremendous power, crushing his hands 
into pulp with her iron grip as he screamed like a tortured animal.  
When Jessica released him, he dropped his arms to the floor, his 
hands limp, disfigured, and quite useless.
	The man continued to groan and whimper, bucking his body 
as Jessica sat atop him, looking down into his eyes menacingly.  
"Looks like you're in some trouble now, tough guy," she said, a hint 
of false sympathy in her voice.
	The man turned to look at Bill, saying, "Oh, God.  Help me 
out here, man.  She's out of her fucking mind."
	Bill smiled thinly, quietly saying, "She's quite something, 
isn't she?"
	Jessica smiled at Bill, and the man screamed obscenities at 
them both.  Jessica returned her gaze to the man on whom she sat, 
and her face hardened.  Silently, she took off her raincoat, revealing 
her lovely, devastating body, nude other than the pink thong which 
she was still wearing from earlier.  She untied her hair, shaking her 
head slowly, until her lovely blond locks spilled over her shoulders.  
The man's eyes widened as he took in her beautiful, powerful, nude 
female form.
	She lay down flat on top of him, pinning his legs with her 
knees, his shoulders with her elbows, bringing her face over his, 
letting him feel her breasts heave against his chest, her breath against 
his face.  "I'm going to crush you with my body, my legs, my bare 
hands.  Me, a woman.  Can you do anything to stop me?"  She paused 
for a moment, waiting.  "I guess you can't.  Hell, at least break free.  
At least escape."  She waited, then pouted her lips mockingly for him, 
saying, "It  looks like you are completely at my mercy.  How 
humiliating that must be."
	He snarled more obscenities at her, writhing beneath her, 
trying to break free of her pin, which he most certainly could not.  
She sat up, after a moment, and scooted off of his body.  As he tried 
to sit up, she scissored her legs around his, about three fourths of the 
way up, between his knees and his hips.  He struggled desperately to 
break free, but his hands were useless, and she held his legs tightly 
with her own.
	Jessica lay on her side, her muscular thighs wrapped around 
the man's legs.  She curled her calves around in back, and began 
pulling his legs together against her crotch as she squeezed in on 
them with her thighs, crossing her legs together around his, crushing 
them from all angles.  The man bucked his upper body and squealed 
in pain as she contracted her hard, muscular legs around his, bearing 
down on them, squeezing them harder and harder.  She felt his 
muscle and bone tense and squeeze taught within her legs, looking 
into his face calmly as she relaxed and then suddenly flexed the 
muscles in her legs and brought them together, simultaneously pulling 
her calves towards herself forcefully.
	Bill's eyes widened as the man screamed in agony, and all 
three of them heard his legs break against one another as Jessica 
crushed them savagely with her body, maintaining the pressure 
afterwards simply to cause the man pain and to make him scream.  He 
began to cry as she squeezed his broken legs between her own, 
shaking his lower body between her thighs, bullying him, humiliating 
him.
	She released his legs eventually, and the man continued to 
weep, his body shaking uncontrollably from the tremendous pain.  
Jessica stood up, placing her hands on her hips, looking down at him 
sternly.  She adored his sobs, his weakness.  She stooped down, 
placing her hands beneath the man's arms as he continued to cry and 
to try to roll away from her.  She lifted him from the ground with 
authority, moving her arms down his body until they encircled his 
waist and buttocks, holding him against her, hugging him against her 
body as his legs dangled uselessly, several inches above the ground.
	The beautiful Amazon held the man possessively in her arms, 
looking up into his eyes, as she held him several inches off of the 
floor, her arms wrapped firmly around his waist and buttocks, his 
crotch, his erection pressed to her pelvic area.  "This is going to hurt a 
bit," she said softly, gently, as she looked up into the man's eyes, 
feeling his tears run down his face onto her lovely bare shoulders and 
breasts.
	"Oh, God!  No!," he shouted.  "Just leave me alone, damn 
you!"
	Jessica shook her head sadly, and wrapped her arms tighter 
around the man's waist, clasping them together against his buttocks.  
She looked up into his face as she began hugging his lower body 
against her, squeezing it forcefully with her arms and arching herself 
into it, crushing him.  He screamed and sobbed as she worked on him, 
crushing him in her arms while she looked absently into his face.  The 
man screamed in pain and humiliation as Jessica flexed her arms and 
pulled him into her roughly, breaking his pelvis in her embrace.  He 
wept from the pain, and the shame, as she held him like property, 
looking casually into his eyes.
	She loosened her arms, letting him slide helplessly down her 
body slightly, until his chest was even with her own, and she brought 
her arms up behind him, to his lower back.  She let her full, firm 
breasts press against his chest, her nipples quite erect, and she looked 
into his face, now level with her own.  Slowly, she increased the 
pressure in her arms, hugging him to her body as he screamed and 
cried desperately.  Jessica looked into his eyes with mild curiosity as 
she hugged him mercilessly in her powerful arms, feeling his body 
tense and tighten as she crushed it.  The sickening sound of his lower 
ribs breaking and snapping as she crushed him was quite audible, 
even over his screams and sobs.
	As Jessica moved her hands upward behind him, now 
embracing his upper back, letting his body slide down another inch or 
two, the man's head came to rest on her shoulder, as he was too weak 
to hold it up, and he wept and moaned against her lovely, female 
shoulder as she held him trapped in her arms, crushing him.  She put 
her own chin on his shoulder, looking over at Bill, who watched 
silently, his facial expression a mixture of shock, terror, and 
tremendous arousal.
	Jessica tightened her arms around the man's upper back, 
pulling his upper chest against her body as he wept helplessly on her 
shoulder.  She turned her face to his ear, quietly saying, "Beg me to 
stop.  Beg me."  Then she began crushing his upper body in her arms 
as his legs draped helplessly onto the floor beneath him.
	"Oh please!" he shouted as she crushed his body in her arms.  
"Oh, my God!  I beg you.  Please stop!  I'll do anything, if you only 
stop."
	Jessica rested her chin on his shoulder, hugging him, owning 
him, quietly saying, "I'm afraid there is nothing you can offer me that 
I want more than to continue to hurt you and make you cry.  The only 
thing that comes close is hearing you beg me, so maybe if you keep 
begging, I'll change my mind and decide to take mercy on you.  I 
won't promise anything, though, because I don't have to," she said 
softly.
	Bill continued to watch in silent amazement.  He did not 
move, in part because he was afraid of what Jessica might do, and in 
part because he did not want her to stop.  She was incredible, sexy, 
powerful, female.  She had completely dominated this man, shattered 
both his body and his spirit, and had not so much as broken a sweat.  
She was in total control; she was fierce; she was quite wonderful.  
Bill was horrified by her actions, by the prospect of what she might 
do to him when she finished with this poor slob, but he could not 
move, could not look away.  Bill's feelings frightened him as he 
watched the beautiful, feminine Jessica work on this man, break him 
with her fantastic body.  As he watched her destroy the man in her 
embrace, Bill felt a twinge of ... jealousy.  Surely he did not want 
what this man was being forced to endure, simply for the sake of 
being near her, having her attention, but still, there it was.  
	Jessica drew in slow, deep breaths, swelling her chest against 
the man's body as she tightened her arms around him, pushing his 
own breath from him with amazing force.  She felt power rush over 
her in tingling waves as the man used what little breath he had to beg 
her earnestly to stop, to kiss and lick her neck and shoulder as proof 
of his submission.  Jessica arched her back, muscling her chest 
against him, hugging him forcefully, crushing his body as he wept on 
her shoulder, begging her desperately, weakly kissing her shoulder 
and neck.  She mustered additional strength and pulled him into her 
savagely, sighing with arousal at his short little breaths, his urgent 
pleads for her to stop.
	Closing her eyes, feeling his tears running down her shoulder, 
his weak breaths against her bosoms, Jessica pulled him to her still 
harder, feeling his body give way, hearing his upper ribs, his collar 
bone break and shatter.  The man did not scream, now, as it hurt him 
tremendously just to breathe.  Jessica continued to embrace his 
broken body tightly as he sobbed on her shoulder, weakly begging for 
her to take mercy on him.  She caused him tremendous pain now, 
with no trouble at all, hugging her powerful chest against his, forcing 
his splintered ribs to wreak havoc on his insides as he struggled for 
tiny breaths and cried like a child against her neck.
	Looking over at Bill, Jessica loosened her grip on the man 
once again, letting his body slide down further as he moaned weakly 
in pain.  She moved her arms up around his shoulders, standing up 
straight, with his face against her throat, his neck between her breasts.  
She felt his tears against her neck, running down her breasts, her 
tummy, her thighs, as she tightened her arms around his shoulders.  
He continued to beg her for mercy, to kiss her throat weakly, 
submissively, as she slowly increased the power of her embrace 
around his shoulders.
	She brought her arms in towards her body, and together 
towards one another, crushing the man with terrific force as she held 
his helpless, crumpled body in her arms.  He continued to whisper 
entreaties for mercy as she crushed him in her powerful embrace, 
feeling the bones and muscles in his shoulders tense as she flexed her 
arms and chest against him.  Jessica moaned with satisfaction as she 
felt herself climax, looking down into the man's teary eyes as she 
mashed his body with her own.  She contracted her arms around him 
with brute force, sighing in ecstasy as she heard and felt his shoulders 
dislocate in her arms as she came against his broken, battered body.
	Jessica breathed slowly, comfortably as she looked down into 
his eyes, loosely holding his body in place with her powerful arms.  
He sobbed uncontrollably against her neck as she held him in her 
embrace.  "If you beg me for mercy now, my poor, broken man," she 
said softly, her lips against the top of his head, "I may hear you."
	"Please," he wept against her throat weakly, desperately, 
"please have mercy on me, miss.  I beg you not to cause me any more 
pain.  Oh, please," he sobbed.
	She hugged him tighter, pouting sadly as he wept and 
struggled for breath against her beautiful body.  "Go on," she said.  
"Beg some more, weakling.  Tell me why I should stop."
	The man gasped as she crushed him in her arms, sobbing 
against her neck, finally managing to continue, saying, "Oh, I beg 
you, don't hurt me anymore.  You are my superior, in every way.  I am 
no match for you, no challenge.  I will do anything you want, if you 
only please have mercy on me."
	Jessica smiled gently down into his face, saying, "Very well 
then, I will do the most merciful thing, as you have begged so well.  I 
will help you sleep, so that you do not feel your pain, the pain that I, a 
woman, have so easily caused you."
	She inhaled slowly, swelling her breasts against the man's 
throat, arching her back slightly, and she used her elbows to hold her 
bosoms together as she pressed them into his neck.  Jessica looked 
down into his face as she easily cut off his breath with her breasts.  
She put one hand on the back of his neck and head, holding it firmly 
against her chest as he gasped weakly against her powerful body.  She 
watched his eyes indifferently, assuring that her face would be the 
last thing he saw before he drifted into unconsciousness.  As she 
hugged him to sleep easily against her breasts, watching his eyes 
close as she overcame him, Jessica gently lowered his broken body to 
the floor, where it lay motionless, save for his short, labored breaths.
	Jessica raised her eyes to look over at Bill, and she rose from 
the floor, stepping indifferently over the beaten man's body, walking 
towards him.  Bill did not move, choosing instead to remain in the 
chair, sitting up perfectly straight, his hands beneath his butt, as 
Jessica had instructed him initially.  She stood before him now, 
silently, with her hands on her hips, and she slowly lowered her nude 
form to his lap, straddling him, moving her body in close to his, 
studying his eyes with curiosity.
	She brought her breasts against his chest and neck, breathing 
slowly, easily as she looked down into his eyes.  "Have you nothing to 
say?" she asked quietly, her voice thick, feminine, her speech 
reverberating through her bosoms against his body.
	He shook his head, looking into her eyes with both fear and 
intense desire.
	"Nothing at all?" she whispered.  "Are you displeased with 
me?  Do I disgust you?  Do you dislike me?"
	"I do not dare judge you," he said quietly, his expression 
earnest, reverent.  "You are a goddess.  I worship you."
	Jessica smiled, leaning in to kiss his mouth, feeling power 
surge through her body.  "Such sweet words," she purred against his 
cheek.  "They will not free you from your obligation, though, my 
love," she said, pulling her face back to meet his eyes with her own.
	"My obligation?" he asked, his face perplexed.
	She nodded, smiling sweetly.  "You will wrestle me now, my 
sweet.  You have seen my strength, my body, but you have not felt it, 
you cannot possibly be convinced of my superiority.  You were afraid 
earlier that you might harm me."
	Bill shook his head, "But ..."
	"Shhh," Jessica said, placing two of her fingers over his lips.  
"I will keep my word.  I won't damage you, so long as I am convinced 
that you're trying your best."
	Bill raised his eyebrows, saying, "I didn't say I was afraid to 
wrestle with you.  I had only hoped that we might do ... other things."
	Jessica smiled, swaying her hips on his lap, kissing him on the 
mouth.  "Perhaps later, we will.  First, we wrestle.  You are very 
brave, to still not be afraid, after having seen what I did to that man," 
she gestured to the crumpled heap of flesh on the floor across the 
room, "and to his friend, earlier."
	Bill shrugged, saying, "Perhaps I am foolish not to be afraid, 
but those men had no wrestling skill, and both were drunk, and 
neither took you seriously."
	Jessica's face warmed, and she said, "As a man, you have no 
idea how wonderful it feels for me, an attractive woman, to so totally 
dominate and humiliate a big, strong man."  She took his hands in her 
own, sliding off of his lap, standing before him, pulling him to his 
feet.  "Enough talk," she said, smiling naughtily.  "Let's play."
	She pulled him to the center of the room and withdrew her 
hands, stepping back a few feet.  Bill stripped down to his boxer 
shorts as she watched intently.  Jessica crouched slightly, facing him, 
still nearly nude herself.  "Are you ready, my sweet?" she asked 
playfully.
	Bill nodded, crouching himself, watching her carefully, fully 
alert.
	She came towards him, placing her hands on his shoulders, 
pushing her weight into him.  Bill lowered his body, holding himself 
steady, not allowing her to push him back.  Jessica moved one of her 
legs behind both of his, in an attempt to pull his feet out from under 
him.  Bill had seen her execute this move earlier that evening, though, 
and he was prepared for it.  He did not wait, once she had lifted her 
foot from the floor, immediately lowering his body further still for 
added leverage and pushing her back forcefully.
	Jessica was off balance, and the force of Bill's shove sent her 
falling to the ground on her back.  Not wanting to give her time to 
recover, Bill kept hold of her shoulders and fell with her, landing on 
top of her body with his full weight.  She grunted as she landed on her 
back, with Bill face down on top of her.  Jessica immediately 
struggled to roll him off of her, but he quickly planted his knees on 
either side of her body and took hold of her arms, pinning them to the 
floor above her head.  She thrashed herself about on the floor beneath 
him, but he held her steady, looking down into her beautiful face as 
he pinned her body beneath his own.
	She stopped struggling for a moment and smiled up at him, 
saying, "Bravo, my love.  You have already proven yourself more 
worthy than ninety percent of the men I wrestle.  Don't let it go to 
your head, though, or you may regret it."
	Bill looked down into her face as she pulled at her wrists, 
which he held firmly, taken again by her magnificent beauty.  "What 
am I to do with you now, my little goddess?" he asked gently.
	Jessica smiled as she squirmed beneath him.  "Don't get 
carried away, my sweet.  We've only just begun."  As Bill held her 
pinned firmly with his considerably heavier body, she planted her feet 
on the floor beneath him, bending her legs slightly at the knee.  
Without notice, she arched her back sharply, using her feet and her 
upper back for leverage, lifting him off of the ground and sending 
him flying through the air behind her.  He landed face-down on the 
floor above her head, grunting in surprise as his body hit the ground.
	She immediately rolled onto her hands and knees, crawling 
over to him as he also struggled to rise from the floor.  Jessica tackled 
him with her shoulder against his torso, sending him to the ground on 
his back.  She quickly tried to cover him with her limber body, but 
Bill rolled away from her and rose nimbly to his feet.  Before Jessica 
could rise from her hands and knees, Bill stepped to one side of her 
and stooped to wrap his arm around her head.  She giggled in surprise 
as he locked his arm around her head, pulling it against his body with 
tremendous force.
	Bill stood with her head locked tightly in his arm, using his 
other hand for added power, feeling her pretty hair and face against 
his chest and arm.  Jessica knelt beside him, trapped in his headlock, 
struggling to use her arms to pry her head loose from his iron hold.  
Unable to budge his arm, Jessica used her hands in an attempt to lift 
his legs from the ground and throw him off balance.  Unable to do 
this as well, giggling uncontrollably as Bill steadily tightened his grip 
on her, with great effort she was able to plant her feet on the floor 
beneath her body, still crouching with knees bent as he held her head 
firmly against his chest.
	Jessica turned her face slightly, kissing the side of his body as 
he held her head against it.  He laughed at the feel of her lips tickling 
him, and marveled at her complete lack of concern, her total 
confidence, even as he held her in this extremely vulnerable position.  
With her feet planted beneath her, continuing to laugh in delight, 
Jessica wrapped her arm around Bill's back as she knelt beside him.  
She pulled her hand in against his opposite side, squeezing his body 
as hard as she could with only one arm and limited leverage.  She put 
her other hand on his ankle, holding it as tightly as she could manage.
	Demonstrating tremendous strength, Jessica used the muscles 
in her legs and back to lift Bill from the ground.  Once Bill realized 
what she was doing, he squeezed harder on her head, and struggled to 
maintain his balance.  Screaming, though seemingly more in 
amusement than in agony, she continued her struggle to lift him, 
eventually succeeding, picking his body up enough to throw him off 
balance.  Thrusting her shoulder into his side as hard as she could, 
Jessica managed to tip him over, as he continued to hold her head in 
his arm.
	Bill landed on the floor on his side, and he hit the ground with 
great impact, as Jessica landed on her side, on top of him.  The 
impact of the fall forced him to loosen his hold on her for a moment, 
and Jessica quickly pulled her head free from his grasp.  Before he 
could react, she put her hands firmly on his shoulders, forcing him 
flat onto his back.  As she slid her body onto his torso, straddling him 
with her full weight, he reached at her with his hands, attempting to 
use them to push her off of him.  Screaming with delight, Jessica 
caught his wrists in her hands, immediately tightening her grip on 
them and digging her thumbs into them until he voiced his 
discomfort.
	As she sat on him, she forced his arms to the floor above his 
head, leaning her body forward on him, smiling playfully down into 
his face with tremendous pleasure.  He squirmed beneath her 
impatiently, tugging at his arms as she held them firmly by the wrists.  
She felt him bend his knees and plant his feet on the floor behind her.  
Knowing that he would try to throw her, Jessica quickly lay her body 
down flat on top of him, pressing her naked breasts against his chest, 
arching her tummy against him, moving her hips to pin his lower 
body with her own.
	She spread her legs slightly as she lay face down on him, 
holding his arms to the floor above his head, pinning his shoulders 
with her elbows.  She smiled excitedly down into his face as he 
struggled beneath her, kicking his legs about in frustration.  Jessica 
managed to wrap her lower legs around his, tucking her feet in firmly 
against his ankles, locking his legs against hers and pulling them 
straight.  She had him now.  He was thoroughly pinned, and she 
watched his face with delight as he squirmed about beneath her in 
frustration.  She began to pull her legs apart, taking his with her, 
laughing gleefully as he tugged on his arms to no avail.
	She held her face inches above his, looking down into his eyes 
happily as she continued to pull his legs apart, feeling his body 
completely pinned beneath her own.  Jessica felt increasing resistance 
as she spread her legs, stretching him in her grapevine hold.  She 
could feel that his body was less flexible than hers, and she watched 
his face with amusement as she powered his legs apart further and 
further, pouting for him when he finally verbalized his pain.
	Jessica breathed casually on his face, heaving her chest and 
stomach against his body as she continued to separate her legs, 
smiling sweetly as his moans and groans of pain became more 
pronounced.  "How does it feel?" she asked, kissing his cheek, licking 
his ear as he struggled to break free.  "Do you like it?  You must.  
You're hard as a rock," she said, smiling down into his face, stirring 
her crotch against his erection.
	"You're hurting me," he gasped, continuing to squirm and tug 
to no avail.
	She kissed him on the mouth, breathing warmly on his face, 
squirming her breasts against his body.  "I never said that I wouldn't 
hurt you, my lover.  I said that I wouldn't break you.  If you don't like 
it, then break free.  Can you do it?  I'm waiting ..."  She pulled his 
legs apart further, laughing against his body as he screamed in pain.  
"You can't make me stop, can you, my poor sweet darling?"
	Bill thrashed his upper body beneath her, as she kissed his 
throat, stretching his legs apart.  Eventually, she tired of the hold, and 
without notice, Jessica released his legs and slid up his body, 
straddling his chest once again.  She pulled his arms forward, keeping 
them flush against the floor, and she lifted her knees onto them, 
pinning one lower arm, between the elbow and the wrist, beneath 
each knee, and digging them in until he winced in pain.  She sat up 
straight on him, with her hands on her hips in a position of victory, 
looking down into his face as he struggled to throw her, to withdraw 
his arms from her.
	She reached down to pet his face as he glared up at her 
angrily.  "Why so serious, my pet?" she chuckled.  "We're only 
playing.  I told you that you would not hurt me, that I would indeed 
hurt you, sweetheart.  You were much more of a challenge than most 
men, though.  Besides, if you don't like having me rest atop you 
comfortably, mocking you, then make me get off.  Go ahead."  She 
smiled deliciously, continuing to pet his head affectionately as he 
struggled beneath her.
	"Well," she laughed, "I guess you're at my mercy, then."  She 
knit her brow playfully.  "What shall I do with you?" she asked.
	Silently, he continued to try to free himself, as she pretended 
to ignore his efforts, so insignificant were they to her.
	"I know!" she said, smiling.  "I'm going to squeeze you, my 
lover.  Have you ever been trapped between a woman's legs, as they 
collapsed around your body, crushing you, constricting your body, 
wearing down your muscles, taking your very breath from you?" she 
asked, her voice throaty, hungry.
	"Don't, Jessica," Bill said impatiently, shaking his head.
	She ran her hand along his jaw, smiling sweetly, saying, "That 
sounded more like a command than a request, my sweet.  Will you 
beg me not to wrap my legs around you?"
	"No!" he said indignantly.
	"Good," she replied, smiling with pleasure.  "Besides, you 
might like it.  You might like it a lot.  And by the way," she began, 
and quickly twisted her body to the side, laying on the floor next to 
him, catching his arms by the wrists, kicking one leg beneath him and 
the other over the top of his body, "you will beg, my sweet."  Jessica 
nestled her body up against his side, letting go of his wrists, leaning 
on his closest arm with her shoulder, allowing him to do as he wished 
with his other arm.  She pressed her breasts against the side of his 
body, nuzzling her head on his shoulder, next to his face, pulling his 
body in snug between her thighs, her legs bent at the waist, wrapping 
them around his stomach and locking her ankles on the opposite side.  
"You will beg," she repeated, whispering in his ear.
	She kissed his neck as she straightened her legs at the knee, 
pressing them flush against his body, feeling the muscles in his 
stomach and sides flexing rock hard.  Jessica raised her head from 
Bill's shoulder, turning it so that she could look down into his face.  
She slowly began increasing the pressure around his waist, flexing the 
muscles in her thighs against his body, watching his eyes as he 
struggled to keep his body hard against her.  Her face was calm, 
serene, as she placed her hand gently on his chest, feeling him breathe 
in and out.
	She brought her legs in against him, looking down at him 
prettily as he worked to flex his muscles, preventing her from 
collapsing his stomach and depriving him of breath.  Jessica 
continued to squeeze harder and harder, relaxing as he battled her, 
noting the strain in his face, the quickening of his pulse, the 
increasing shortness of his breaths.   She pet his face gently with her 
hand, smiling as she said, "I have you already, my love.  Unless you 
can break free, I've got you.  It's virtually inevitable."  She squeezed 
harder, smiling in amusement at the strain on his face, the grunt she 
forced from his throat.  "You are having to do all this work to protect 
yourself, and I'm having only to lay here, be patient, and wear you 
down.  I've won already.  Start thinking about what you will say when 
you beg me for mercy, lover," she purred.
	"We'll see," he grunted, his breath labored.
	Jessica smiled, pressing her face to his ear, licking it hungrily, 
whispering, "Yes, we will."  As she lay on his arm with her shoulder, 
she wrapped her own arm around his head, flexing her muscles, 
pulling his face in against her breasts.  She giggled as he struggled to 
free himself with his hand, moaning as she felt him grappling 
helplessly against her arm, her legs, her buttocks.  "That's it, my 
darling.  Feel my muscles as they defeat you," she cooed.
	As she pulled his head roughly against her body, she began 
relaxing and then suddenly tightening her legs against him with 
tremendous impact, working them in and out as he grunted from the 
force of each contraction.  She accelerated his exhaustion in this 
fashion, beating her powerful thighs against his body, and then she 
stopped, as suddenly as she had begun.  Now, she began tightening 
her thighs around his waist, slowly, steadily, bringing them closer and 
closer together, never allowing them to move outwards, only inwards.  
When she met resistance, she waited patiently, for him to relax, or to 
exhale, and then she clamped down on him more, always more, 
steadily taking away the volume in his stomach, never giving it back 
to him.
	When Jessica felt him begin to weaken, to grow exhausted, 
she easily mustered additional energy, steadily bringing her thighs 
together against his body, fighting him and winning, watching the 
fear and surprise in his face as he felt her legs collapsing his body, as 
he realized that he could not reclaim the space she had taken from 
him.  His breaths became shorter and shorter, as he found himself 
with less and less space with which to draw in air.  She muscled his 
face against her body with her powerful arm, and as he tried to defend 
himself, to pull his head free from her grasp, she clamped her legs 
around his body forcefully, violently, screaming, "Oh, yes!  That's 
it!" as she felt his stomach rapidly weakening, allowing her to bring 
her thighs together against him.
	Bill screamed in terror as he felt his muscles giving out from 
sheer exhaustion, and Jessica kissed his face as she tore into his body 
mercilessly, quickly wearing away all of his resistance, and moaning 
in ecstasy as she felt his middle go soft against her beautiful, 
muscular thighs.  She released his head, letting it rest on the floor, 
knowing that her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, would be more 
than enough to control him now.  She held her face next to his, her 
soft hair on his shoulder, and she breathed on him, looking down into 
his eyes as he began screaming in pain, as she continued to hug his 
stomach tighter and tighter between her powerful thighs, now with 
great ease.
	He was completely unable to defend himself, and she moaned 
with pleasure at the feel of his body struggling weakly between her 
legs, his hand running urgently over her hips and thighs in a futile 
effort to separate them, to pull himself free.  His breaths became 
terribly short, and he used what little breath he had to scream in pain, 
in spite of himself, as she flattened his defenseless middle between 
her thighs, looking lustfully into his face all the while.  "Beg me," she 
purred, shaking him playfully between her thighs.
	He screamed in pain, continuing to grope at her with his free 
hand, looking up at her angrily, defiantly, and he did not beg, indeed 
did not say anything at all.
	Jessica pouted sweetly for him, flexing her thigh muscles, 
crossing her legs higher up, at the calves now, crushing his soft 
tummy ferociously, causing his screams to become more desperate, 
and his face turned bright red as he struggled for breath, trapped 
inside her powerful legs, which were clearly too much for him.  She 
continued to bring her upper thigh into his stomach, using her lower 
thigh to force his body flat, feeling his weak, bare middle against her 
crotch, shaking his entire body as she chewed on him, like a lioness 
devouring a fresh kill.  His frantic screams quickly gave way to 
hopeless sobs as she caused him unspeakable pain with her smooth, 
silky thighs.
	She moaned in ecstasy, pulling his face to her breast, feeling 
his tears run down her body as she held his weak middle captive, 
crushing it fiercely, shaking his whole body violently as she climaxed 
against him.  Jessica did not relinquish her hold, handling him 
possessively with her legs, feeling residual tingles of power rush 
through her as he wept against her breast, his body weak and ravaged, 
clamped almost flat between her powerful legs.  She brushed at his 
tears, still squeezing him as he continued to sob in pain and 
humiliation, gently saying, "Beg, my sweet love."
	"All right," he managed, his face against her bosom, his tears 
still flowing freely.  "Please, Jessica.  I beg you to stop hurting me."  
	"You can do better than that," she said quietly, crossing her 
legs higher still, showing him how easy it was for her to increase his 
tremendous pain.
	He sobbed as he felt her thighs tightening more still, 
whimpering, "Oh, please mistress!  You are in every way my 
superior.  Please don't hurt me any more.  I beg you.  I am at your 
mercy, my goddess."  He lowered his face to her breast, weeping 
against it weakly, kissing it submissively, praying that she would take 
mercy on him.
	"Shhh," Jessica whispered, hiding her pleasure, her 
excitement, for Bill's sake.  She loosened her legs, smiling sweetly as 
he gasped in air, and she lay down on her back on the floor, pulling 
him face down on top of her, lightly hugging his face to her full, firm 
bosom, snuggling her thighs firmly, but carefully, around his waist.  
She closed her eyes, feeling waves of power rush through her as she 
held him on top of her, gently stroking his hair as he wept against her 
breasts, trapped still between her feminine thighs, his tummy pulled 
in tight against her crotch.  She felt his tears run all over his body, and 
his labored breath against her sex as she held his waist possessively 
between her legs.  
	She reached down, after a few minutes, taking hold of his 
body beneath his arms, loosening her legs, pulling him up until his 
face was against her throat.  She wrapped her legs back around him, 
around his hips, her arms around his torso, her hands flat against his 
back.  Jessica felt his body trembling weakly against her own as his 
tears continued to run down her neck and shoulders.  She kissed the 
top of his head affectionately, whispering, "Shhh, my love.  It's all 
right.  You've done very well."  She pulled his face from her neck 
gently, by his hair, looking up at him.  "Are you convinced my 
darling, of my superiority now?" she said softly, studying his face 
with great interest.
	"Yes," he said submissively, kissing her throat tenderly, 
obediently.  "You are my complete superior, my mistress, my 
goddess."
	"Do you wish to serve me, then, my lover?" she said softly.
	"Oh, yes," Bill answered, earnestly.  "I want nothing else."
	She smiled, her body tingling all over.  "You have felt my 
power, and seen it, my sweet darling.  There is danger in serving me.  
I adore hurting men, as you are aware," she said, tightening her legs 
around him until he gasped.  "Are you quite certain that you wish to 
serve me, in spite of the pain and humiliation you will most certainly 
endure?"
	Bill lowered his face to her breast, kissing it obediently, 
kissing her shoulder, her throat.  "I must serve you, my mistress.  I 
must be near you, be with you.  Hurt me, if it pleases you.  I have no 
other purpose but your pleasure."
	She hugged his face lightly against her breast, her nipples 
erect with excitement at the prospect of owning another person, 
completely owning them.  "You will beg me, then?" she asked 
quietly.  "You will beg me to keep you, to allow you to become my 
property?"
	He licked her breast, her nipple, and she groaned with 
pleasure, hugging her thighs around his body, owning it.  "Yes," he 
said.  "Oh, yes.  Please let me beg you."
	"Very well," she cooed.  "I want you to lick me, my pet," she 
said, loosening her thighs from his body.  "I want you to get on your 
hands and knees, and lick every inch of my body.  Show me your 
submission in that fashion.  Feel the power, the superiority of 
your mistress' body with your tongue.  Will you do as I wish?"
	"Of course, my mistress," he answered enthusiastically.
	"Good," she said, her voice again thick with arousal.  "Start 
with my feet, and touch me only with your tongue, my pet," she said, 
as he crawled off of her.  She rolled over onto her stomach, facing the 
floor, resting her chin comfortably on her folded arms.
	She breathed slowly and heavily, closing her eyes, smiling as 
she felt his tongue on the soles of her feet, carefully licking one and 
then the other.  He licked her ankles, and her calves, careful to lower 
his face to the floor on each side and in between so that he could 
properly lick the sides of her legs, as well.  Jessica moaned quietly as 
she felt his tongue work its way over the backs of her knees and up to 
her thighs and hips.  He saw and felt every muscle, every detail of her 
magnificent legs, knowing that he had been trapped helplessly 
between them, brought to tears by them, mere moments ago.  They 
had defeated him, and he belonged to them now, and to her.
	Jessica held her breath as Bill carefully licked her buttocks, 
first the left, and then the right, covering every inch of each.  As she 
felt him begin to lick between her buttocks, she smiled to herself in 
satisfaction, and said in a quiet, confident tone, "You can move on for 
now, my pet.  We'll come back to that part in due time."
	Jessica continued to breathe slowly and easily, focusing on the 
feel of the handsome man's tongue, in a continued display of 
complete subservience and worship, as he licked the small of her 
back, her sides, her upper back.  She sighed with arousal as she felt 
him gently licking her shoulders, carefully moving her hair aside so 
that he could lick the back of her neck and behind her ears.
	He knelt beside her obediently as she rolled over onto her 
back, stretching her arms out flat, holding each out from her body.  
She looked up into his face, saying, "Start at the feet again, my pet, 
and lick my front."
	She again closed her eyes as she lay on her back, smiling as 
she felt his tongue once again on the soles of her feet, then the tops, 
then her ankles and up to her shins.  He continued to take great care 
to assure that he licked every inch of her, licking the sides of her legs 
a second time as she lay on her back.  Jessica sighed femininely as 
she felt his tongue on her inner thighs, as he slowly worked his way 
up her body.  As he approached her sex, Jessica wrapped her legs 
around his head snugly, giggling as she shook his head in her thighs, 
saying, "How do you like it in there, puppy?  We'll come back to that 
part, as well.  Move on, my sweet.  Lick my tummy."
	Jessica released Bill's head from her powerful legs, and he 
obediently crawled forward, leaning over her to lick her hard, flat 
stomach, and her belly button, as she struggled not to laugh at the 
tickling sensation he caused.  She gasped in arousal as he worked his 
way up her body, licking below her breasts, against her sides, under 
her arms, and she moaned girlishly as she felt his tongue on her left 
breast, carefully licking every part of it, concluding with her erect, 
pink nipple, and then repeating the process with her right breast.  He 
carefully licked her chest in between them, and then her shoulders, 
and her arms and hands.
	He licked her neck then, and as he moved his tongue over her 
throat, Jessica moaned, and quietly said, "I own you.  You're mine," 
and Bill felt the reverberation of her speech against his tongue, and he 
feared he might climax in his boxer shorts, without her so much as 
touching him, but he did not.  She continued to speak to him, looking 
up into his eyes as he licked her face lovingly.  He licked her chin, 
and her cheeks, and her ears.  "You belong to me," she whispered, as 
he licked her forehead.  She closed her eyes, and he obediently licked 
the lids, and she whispered, "Mine."  He moved down her face then 
to lick her feminine little nose, and then her lips and mouth, as she 
again whispered, "I own you.  Completely."
	As Bill licked Jessica's mouth, she brought her hands up to his 
face, saying, "Don't forget the inside, my love," parting her lips, 
kissing him hotly on the mouth and running her hands over his face 
and through his hair, gazing up into his eyes as she felt his tongue in 
her mouth.  As she felt him growing excited, she gently pushed his 
face away, parting his lips from hers, looking up into his eyes.  "Lie 
on your back, pet," she told him.
	He immediately obeyed, laying on his back on the floor beside 
her.  She sat up slowly, feeling relaxed and confident, as if she had 
just received a fantastic massage.  She sat on his chest, watching his 
eyes as she removed her bikini bottoms.  She set them on the floor 
beside his head, and she leaned forward on him, straddling his body, 
pressing her breasts to his face, which he obediently licked and 
kissed.
	She lifted her bosoms from his face, looking down into his 
eyes, sensing his arousal, his longing.  In a husky voice, she said, 
"Let's play a game, my pet.  All right?"
	"Yes, my goddess.  Whatever you wish," he said, his voice 
trembling with arousal and reverence.
	"Good.  The circumstances are this.  You still have to lick me 
on the inside, puppy.  And I wish to reward you for your obedience, 
and because I like you so very much.  So your mistress will pleasure 
you, as you pleasure her," she said, smiling gently.
	"Thank you, my mistress," he said humbly, though unable to 
mask his excitement.
	"The game, my little slave," she said, running her fingers 
through his hair, shifting her body on him, "is to see which of us can 
last the longest.  The one to climax first loses the game.  Do you 
understand, darling?"
	He nodded.  "Yes, my mistress."
	"And the prize," she continued.
	"Serving you is prize enough, my mistress," he said quickly.
	Jessica smiled down at him, touched, petting his hair 
affectionately.  "You please your mistress," she said gently.  "But to 
make sport of this, there must be a prize.  The winner gets to go 
immediately to bed, and the loser must get dressed, and drive our 
poor friend," she gestured to the unconscious, broken man on the 
floor across the room, "to the hospital, and dump him off in front of 
the emergency room."
	Bill had forgotten about the poor soul who lay broken and 
battered on the floor.  "I will take him in either event, my mistress, if 
it pleases you."
	She smiled at him again leaning down to kiss him on the lips.  
Bill would be the loser of the game anyway.  She would make him 
come quite easily, which would serve to reinforce her superiority and 
control over him.  "You please your mistress very well, my slave," 
she said softly, her lips against his.  "But if you win this game, I will 
do my own dirty work.  If you lose, then you must do it for me.  
Understood?"
	"Yes, my goddess," he answered.  "As you wish."
	"Good," she purred, and she sat up on his chest, looking down 
into his face hungrily.  She turned around on him, so that she was 
straddling his chest, facing away from him, her butt close to his face.  
Jessica lay down flat on him, placing her hands on his inner thighs, 
pushing his legs apart, laying her firm, full breasts down on his 
erection, smiling as she heard him moan, stirring herself on him 
slowly, lightly.
	She lifted herself off of him, pushing his boxer shorts down 
around his knees, scooting back so that her ass was pressed against 
his chin as she straddled his neck.  She reached behind her back, 
taking his head gently by the hair and lifting it off of the floor, and 
she straightened her legs behind him, curling one of her calves 
beneath his head to hold it up.  She eased herself back against his 
face, moaning girlishly as she felt his face against her butt, against 
her crotch.  She pulled in on her calf, pressing his face into herself, 
collapsing her thighs against the sides of his head so that she held him 
firmly.
	"You are my possession," she said, as she lay forward, 
pressing her firm breasts against his weak tummy.  "I own you," she 
said, her lips against the tip of his penis, knowing he could feel her 
speech through her body against his face, as well.  "You are mine.  
Lick me, my slave.  Please me," she said, kissing the tip of his 
erection, sighing as she felt his tongue between her buttocks.  She 
pulled her calf forward, forcing him into her deeper, licking his penis 
as she again said, "Mine."
	She bucked her ass on his face as he continued to lick her, 
sighing, letting him have a good head start on her.  She lifted herself 
slightly, pulling his mouth in against her sex now, screaming with 
pleasure as he put his tongue in her body.  Jessica took his testicles 
loosely in one hand, smiling as his erection throbbed and she felt his 
body tremble.  She wrapped the fingers on her other hand around the 
base of his erection, and she lowered her mouth to it, lightly licking 
the tip as Bill continued to suck her off.
	She took the tip into her mouth, letting him feel her teeth 
lightly against it, smiling again as she sensed his growing excitement.  
Slowly, she took him into her mouth, and into her throat, licking his 
erection, and letting him feel her mouth, warm and wet, all over it.  
She continued to hold his testicles in her hand as she took his erection 
all the way into her mouth, once, then twice, then a third time.  She 
could tell that he was near climax, and she released him from her 
moist lips, still holding the base of his penis, and she blew on it, and 
licked the tip, ever so lightly.
	Jessica moaned as she felt his tongue inside of her, fucking 
her, and she reached forward, taking his shorts, pressing her breasts 
against his erection, and then slowly pulling his shorts back up.  She 
lay her breasts on his erection, over his boxers, stirring them on him 
slowly, digging her fingernails into his thighs, smiling knowingly, 
feeling power rush over her as she felt him reach explosive climax in 
his shorts, as she pressed her breasts firmly against him, feeling his 
short breaths against her body.
	She relaxed on him, pulling his face against her firmly, 
hugging her thighs possessively around his head, and she said, "I'm 
afraid you lose, my pet.  Still, you must finish me.  Oh, that's it."  She 
clamped her legs around his face, riding him, her body all over his, 
wrapped around him.  "Lick me, my slave.  That's it.  Lick your 
mistress.  You belong to me," she moaned as he worked his tongue 
inside her.  She shook his head roughly in her thighs as she climaxed, 
pulling his face in tight against her crotch and buttocks, letting him 
feel her sigh and moan against his body as he pleasured her.
	When she had finished, she turned around on him again, 
sitting up on his face, settling her butt over his mouth and nose, 
spreading her legs so that she could look down into his eyes.  She felt 
his short breaths against her privates as she sat perched on his face, 
looking down at him.  "You are my property," she said again, as 
much for her own benefit, she decided, as his.
As she sat on him, feeling him continue to breathe with great 
difficulty beneath her ass, she issued her instructions.  "I will go to 
bed now, my slave.  I will sleep flat on my back, with my feet spread 
slightly apart, and my arms at my sides.  I will wear no clothing, and 
will use no blankets.  You will be my blanket, pet."  She paused, 
looking down into his eyes firmly as she sat on his face.
"You will put on your clothes and drag this man, who I have 
beaten and broken for pleasure, to your car.  You will drive to the 
hospital, to the emergency room entrance, and you will leave his body 
out front.  Do not go in, do not allow them to detain you."  She ran 
her fingers through his hair, shifting her weight on his face.
"You are to do this as quickly as possible, because I will be 
here, asleep with no blanket.  This should take no more than an hour.  
If it does, do not bother to come back at all.  You do want to come 
back, don't you, my slave?"
She smiled powerfully as she felt his mouth, heard his voice, 
muffled by her butt, answering, "Oh yes, my mistress.  I want nothing 
else."
"Good," she said firmly.  "Then do not dawdle.  When you 
return, I will be asleep in my bed, nude, in the position I have 
described.  If you wake me, I will thrash you soundly.  You are to 
cover me, to lie down on top of me, with your head between my 
breasts, and your waist between my legs.  Cover my arms with your 
own.  Do this slowly, gently, carefully, my slave, for I will beat you if 
you wake me.  You may wear your boxer shorts, but nothing else."
She tightened the muscles in her thighs and buttocks, looking 
down at him sternly.  "Do you have any questions, my slave?" she 
asked quietly.
"No mistress," he answered, his mouth against her butt as she 
sat on his face.
"Good," she said, and she rose from his face, standing over 
him, her arms folded across her chest.  "You had better get going, 
pet."
"Yes, my goddess," he said, and began to rise to his feet.
Jessica eyed him firmly, quietly saying, "On your knees, my 
slave."
He quickly obliged, kneeling before her, and she took his head 
in her hands, turning his face up so that she could look into his eyes.  
"You will kiss my butt," she said quietly, but matter-of-factly.  "You 
will show your mistress your obedience, your subservience, the 
degree to which you worship her.  In place of 'hello,' 'goodbye,' 
'good morning,' 'good night,' 'please,' and 'thank you,' you will kiss 
and lick my ass," she said feeling power pulsing through her body at 
the prospect of owning another human being, an intelligent, 
handsome man, one who had been completely independent mere 
hours ago.  
	She owned him completely.  He would do whatever she told 
him to do, and would do it gladly.  He feared her, worshipped her, was 
incredibly attracted to her.  She was very attracted to him, as well, but 
that did not preclude her from owning him.  She turned around, so 
that she faced away from him, folding her arms over her chest, and 
she turned her head, looking down at him over her lovely shoulder as 
he knelt at her feet.  "Now," she said, "put your hands on my waist."  
She waited for him to comply, then saying, "Good.  You will begin 
with my left buttock.  Kiss it, slowly, right in the middle.  That's it.  
Now lick it.  Every inch, slowly."
	She licked her lips, closing her eyes and breathing easily as 
he licked her ass.  "Now the right.  Yes, that's it.  Kiss it, and then 
lick it.  No, do not move your hands from my waist, or you will have 
to start over from the beginning.  Good, and now the middle."
	She swayed her hips slightly, feeling his hands obediently held 
against her little waist, his tongue and face working to separate her 
buttocks, so that he could lick between them.  "That's it, my slave," 
she said, her voice betraying her arousal.  "You are mine," she said 
softly.  "No, my pet," she said firmly, turning her head to look down 
at him sternly over her shoulder.  "You will lick between my buttocks 
until I instruct you otherwise, or suffer the consequences."  She 
smiled, turning her head to face forward as he pressed his face to her 
ass once again, licking her obediently.  "Good.  Every time from now 
on that I must remind you to lick me, or how to lick me, I will do so 
as you weep in my lap, after I have beaten you vigorously."
	"You may stop," she said, turning her head again to look over 
her shoulder as she stood with her full, powerful buttocks inches from 
his face.  "That is how you will greet, bid farewell, plead with, and 
thank your mistress. It will be automatic, and you will do it as I have 
taught you, on every occasion.  Every time you forget, I will throw 
you over my lap and spank you to tears with my bare hand.  When 
you do it incorrectly, you will start over, and you will do it on your 
back, as I sit on your face, smothering you beneath my butt.  Do you 
understand me, my love?"
	"Yes, my mistress," he said quickly.
	"I have given you an important lesson," she said, looking over 
her shoulder at him with her pretty face.  "You will, no doubt, wish to 
thank me in this situation," she said, turning her head forward and 
smiling as she felt his hands on her waist, his lips and tongue against 
her butt, carefully completing the ritual she had taught him, showing 
her his thanks and his complete subservience to her.  He was indeed 
her property.
	She allowed him to lick between her buttocks for perhaps ten 
minutes, to reassure herself that he would.  As she stood, feeling his 
tongue and face obediently working between her buttocks, she 
thought excitedly about all of the wonderful things that she could do 
with her handsome slave.  She climaxed as she simply stood there, 
feeling him lick her ass, thinking about how completely she owned 
him, how totally he belonged to her.
	"All right, pet, you may rise, and run your errand.  Do exactly 
as I have told you, and hurry back.  And do not wake me, puppy.  I 
will see you in the morning," she said.
	"Yes, mistress," he said.
	Jessica walked into her bedroom, and lay in bed in exactly the 
position she had described.  She could not sleep, because she was too 
excited, too curious.  Would he return?  Would he follow her orders?  
How careful would he be?  She decided that she would pretend to be 
asleep, and would give him the benefit of the doubt, only pretending 
to wake if he were particularly clumsy.
	Bill did indeed return, within about forty minutes, slipping in 
the front door and locking it quietly after himself.  Jessica heard him 
quickly shed his clothes, and she felt him kneel at the foot of the bed.  
He slowly climbed on top of her, being very careful, very quiet.  He 
took perhaps fifteen minutes to slowly, carefully move into the 
position she had commanded.  Jessica lay nude on the bed the entire 
time, motionless, beautiful as she lay there with her eyes closed 
peacefully.
	She felt his face against her chest, his soft, beaten middle 
between her legs, his body on top of her, making her warm.  She 
breathed slowly, easily, her breasts heaving against his face, and she 
relaxed comfortably, using the man who she owned as her blanket, as 
she would do every night from now on.  Bill would not sleep as he lay 
on top of her powerful nude body, she knew, at least not at first.  He 
would be much too aroused.  The thought of him, laying obediently 
on top of her sleeping body for hours and hours, wide awake, 
worshipping her every movement, every breath, gave Jessica a 
fantastic feeling of power, as well as a heightened affection for this 
man who had become so totally hers.  
	Jessica closed her eyes, thinking contentedly that this man, 
whom she found that she quite adored, was much more than simply in 
love with her.  He lived expressly to serve her.  He worshipped her, 
and his only thoughts were of her.  He was truly her person, to do 
with as she wished.  It was funny, she thought sleepily, that she could 
be so aroused and excited at the prospect of completely owning Bill, 
and that he could, at the same time, be so subservient, worshipping 
her, wanting nothing more than to be owned by her.  And both had 
taken so quickly to their roles, with such enthusiasm, were so good at 
them that it seemed somehow natural, and right, as if they were each 
meant for this, as if it were intended.  She looked down at the top of 
his head as he lay with his face on her breasts, docile, his waist 
obediently between her legs, and she drifted contentedly off to sleep, 
thinking to herself, "Mine."