Holly's Workout
Mick Sloane
An evening at the gym turns ugly for four men when they meet Holly



	Holly stared straight ahead, her eyes blazing with anger, as she 
jogged on the treadmill.  She looked impatiently at her watch.  The 
gym closed in half an hour.  She had completed her stretching and 
weight training, and had just begun the aerobic portion of her 
workout.  She felt the eyes of the men as they stared at her, and she 
heard them whispering to one another.  Two were lifting weights, one 
was on an exercise bike, and the fourth was an employee of the gym, 
working behind the front desk.
	The men's interest in Holly was understandable, if unwelcome 
by her.  She was an exquisite beauty, as close to physical perfection 
as a woman could be.  She had the body of an Amazon, standing 
every bit of six feet in height.  The sleeveless tee-shirt she wore 
exposed tanned, well-defined arms and shoulders.  Her breasts 
swelled beneath her shirt as she jogged, full and very firm.  Her torso 
tapered off to a small waist, tight stomach, curving back out again 
into lovely, feminine hips and round, hard buttocks.  She wore sweats 
that covered long, curvaceous, muscular legs.  She had long, lovely, 
frosted blond, curly hair, which she wore tied in the back.  Her 
beautiful face featured bronze skin, pale blue eyes, high cheekbones, 
and soft pink lips.
	Holly knew that she looked good, and was thankful for her 
beauty.  As a model, she knew that her good looks paid the bills, and 
she was grateful.  She worked very hard to maintain her healthy, fit 
body, and she generally appreciated the attention she received from 
the opposite sex.  These men, though, and others like them at this 
gym, had taken things too far, with their leering and their whispering 
and their crude remarks.  She came to the gym to work out, not to put 
on a show for these imbeciles.
	"I've got to find a new gym," Holly thought to herself angrily, 
feeling self-conscious as the men continued to leer at her fantastic 
body.  She wiped perspiration from her forehead, and thought 
impatiently, "Fuck it.  I'll do the treadmill tomorrow," and she 
reached forward, turning off the machine.  She leaned quickly to the 
floor, picking up her towel, wiping her neck and forehead, and 
draping it over her shoulders.  She stooped to pick up her gym bag, 
and made her way silently towards the door.
	"Leaving so soon, sweetheart?" one of the men who was 
lifting weights asked her, smiling and nudging his buddy.  "Was it 
something we said?"
	"Yeah," the other man said.  "Don't go, honey.  You're much 
prettier to look at than Vince here," he said, motioning to his friend, 
who laughed and nodded his head.
	"Come on, now," the one called Vince said.  "Stick around, 
and we'll buy you a drink when we all get done.  Maybe we can get to 
know each other."  Holly fumed as she heard both Vince's friend and 
the man on the exercise bike snicker.
	Holly shook her head quietly, not turning around, not 
responding, continuing to walk quickly toward the door, her hands 
shaking slightly with rage.
	As she walked away from them, Holly heard Vince say to his 
friend, "Look at that ass!  Just look at it!  How would you like to have 
that on your face?"
	She kept walking, as she heard Vince's friend respond, "I 
could spend the rest of my life with that ass on my face."
	"Wow," Holly heard the one called Vince say.  "She can't 
even talk to us, fellas.  I guess she's too good for us.  It's too bad.  I'll 
bet we could've shown her a few new ways to work that hot body of 
hers."
	Holly's eyes narrowed as she heard Vince's friend and the 
man on the exercise bike again laugh supportively at his comments.  
She felt the eyes of the man behind the desk on her as she walked 
past, and he spoke as she reached for the door to the women's locker 
room, saying, "Aw, now don't go away mad, little girl."  He and the 
other men laughed as she stopped dead in her tracks, her hand still on 
the door leading to the locker room.
	Holly turned her head to look back at him, her eyes glowing 
with fury.  "I'll see you fired if it's the last thing I do, you bastard.  I 
doubt the owner would approve of his patrons being subjected to 
this," she said, gesturing her hand at him and the other men in the 
gym.
	The man smiled at her in mild amusement, saying, "I am the 
owner, gorgeous.  Who's going to fire me?"
	Holly's eyes fell, and her face hardened.  "Fuck you," she said 
coldly, and she turned, violently throwing the door to the locker room 
open and disappearing through it.
	She stood behind the door, leaning her back against it, tears 
welling in her eyes as she heard the men laughing at her on the other 
side, in the gym.  She brushed angrily at a tear as it fell down her 
cheek, and she threw her bag at the wall, walking briskly to her 
locker, striking it furiously with a closed fist.  She sat on the bench 
which faced her locker, allowing the rage she felt to pulse its way 
through her body.
	She dug into her bag, finding a washcloth and wiping away 
her tears, blowing her nose.  "I'll fire you, fucker," she said quietly.  
"And not just from this gym."  She rose to her feet, looking at her 
lovely reflection in the mirror, glaring into her own eyes.  "I'll fire 
you from fucking existence.  The whole lot of you," she said, her 
beautiful, feminine face hardening with contempt.
	She walked to her locker, coolly stripping out of her sweaty 
clothes.  She took a quick shower, laying out a plan in her head.  As 
she toweled off her lovely body, admiring herself for a moment in the 
mirror, she finalized the details.  Walking back to her locker, she put 
on a pair of tight, gray exercise shorts that hugged her muscular 
thighs, coming down just above her knees.  She put on a tight, skimpy 
work out top that exposed her arms and shoulders and fell just below 
her breasts, exposing her tight, hard midriff.  She wore no bra, and 
her breasts, full and firm, were visible beneath the shirt, her nipples 
still erect from the shower.
	Holly untied her lovely hair, letting it fall over her shoulders 
and down her back.  She checked herself again in the mirror, and she 
packed her gym bag as if she were leaving.  She took a deep breath, 
and exhaled it slowly, saying to herself, "Okay, boys.  You want to 
see my body?  You want to feel it?  Here's your chance."
	She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, making 
her way to the door that led back into the gym.  Placing a hand flat 
against the door, Holly took another deep breath, and she pushed it 
open and quickly walked through.
	The man at the desk looked up as he heard her enter, and his 
eyes widened, quickly falling to her body, taking in her beautiful, 
healthy female form.  Holly did not stop to pose for him, walking 
purposefully over to the desk, and reaching across it with both arms.  
She quickly settled her hands firmly around the man's neck, lifting 
him authoritatively from his chair by the throat, pulling his entire 
body towards her.  She threw him backwards, head first, and he 
screamed as his entire body hurtled back into the wall.  His head hit 
first, and he was immediately knocked unconscious, falling in a heap 
to the floor behind the desk.  She turned to her right and locked the 
deadbolt on the front door of the gym, not that she thought anyone 
would be coming in to start a workout at this late hour.
	Holly did not pause to admire her handiwork, looking up, 
taking note of the positions of the remaining three men, who were 
staring at her in surprise.  Vince was on his back, doing bench 
presses, and his friend stood behind him, spotting him.  Vince held 
the barbell above his chest, arms extended, and was shouting for his 
friend to help him set it back on the rack.  The third man had been 
doing sit-ups on the floor, and was in a sitting position, closest to her 
of the three, watching her with amazement.
	She walked towards them quickly, as the man seated on the 
floor began to rise to his feet.  Before he could do so, Holly 
approached him, deftly bringing the side of her foot, her tennis shoe, 
against the side of his head, knocking him to the floor, where he lay 
on his side, groaning.  In a fluid motion, Holly dropped her knee into 
the side of the man's head as he lay on the floor, coming down on 
him with all of her weight, and quickly bouncing back up to her feet.  
By the time she reached her feet, the man lay unconscious before her.
	Holly stepped nonchalantly over his body, silently walking 
towards Vince and his friend, as Vince, still holding the barbell above 
his body, his arms fully extended, shouted, "Sam, help me out with 
this, damn it!  Help me get it back on the rack!"  Sam did not move 
for a moment, and Vince again shouted "God damn it, Sam!"
	As Sam snapped out of his stupor and extended his arms in 
front of himself to help his friend bring the barbell to its resting place 
on the rack, Holly reached them.  She put a hand on Sam's chest, 
forcefully pushing him backwards into the wall behind him, causing 
him to let go of the barbell.  As Vince struggled to hold the weights 
above his body, to prevent them from falling on top of him, Holly 
walked quickly to where Sam sat on the floor, next to the wall, 
struggling to make his way to his feet.  She put her hands under his 
arms, pulling him up, and driving her knee into his stomach 
repeatedly, using the wall to keep him defenselessly in place.
	He tried to strike at her with his hand, and she caught his fist, 
quickly turning his arm behind his body as he screamed in pain, 
struggling to regain the breath she had driven from him with her knee.  
She held his wrist behind his back with both of her hands, pulling it 
upwards and twisting it with tremendous power until she heard it 
snap as Sam screamed in horror and pain.  With her hold on his arm, 
she forced him roughly, face-first into the wall, catching him with her 
arm around his head as he bounced back to her.  Holly cranked her 
arm forcefully around Sam's head, crushing it against her side, 
forcing him to his knees as he screamed and struggled to break free 
from her iron grip.
	Holly turned, forcing Sam to turn with her as she mashed his 
face into the side of her firm, full bosom.  She dragged his body with 
her as she walked over to the bench, where Vince was still struggling 
unsuccessfully to replace the barbell onto its rack without assistance.  
She walked up behind him, looking down coldly into his face as she 
flexed the muscles in her arm against Sam's head, causing him to 
scream in pain.  She reached forward, wrapping her fingers around 
the center of the bar under which Vince was struggling.  As she held 
Sam steadily with her left arm, she used her right hand to push the bar 
forward suddenly, forcefully, so that Vince was no longer underneath 
it, and no longer had the ability to control it, or to hold it up.
	Vince screamed in terror, struggling under the weight of the 
barbell, quickly losing control of it as it fell forward with tremendous 
force onto his stomach.  As the bar fell onto his gut, forcing all of the 
air from him, Vince grunted in pain, letting go of the bar and 
allowing it to bounce from his body and to fall with a tremendous 
clatter to the floor at his side.  He lay on his back still in terrible pain, 
pulling his knees in against his stomach in a fetal position, struggling 
for breath, and Holly walked around the bench to his side, throwing 
one of her legs across him, settling her body down on his torso, as she 
continued to drag Sam with her, holding his head against her body 
with great authority.
	She looked down into Vince's face as he struggled to regain 
his breath and began swinging at her with his arms.  Holly shook her 
head impatiently, bringing her legs out and around his arms, then 
squeezing them easily back together, holding his limbs tightly against 
his body as she sat perched atop his torso.  Sam screamed at her 
angrily, making a sudden effort to rip his head free from her iron grip.
	Holly looked calmly down into Vince's face as she tightened 
her grip around his friend, smiling slightly as he screamed, shaking 
his entire body by the head as she tore into it with impressive 
strength, flexing the muscles in her arm against his skull.  Sam 
screamed obscenities at her and continued to struggle, but she held 
him still, and began focusing on increasing the pressure on his head, 
hugging it tighter and tighter against her fantastic body, flexing her 
arm against his head as he shouted in pain.  Watching Vince's face, 
she brought her opposite arm across her body, using it to apply added 
pressure.  She clasped her wrist and pulled her arm violently against 
Sam's head, raising her eyebrows at Vince as she felt Sam's body go 
limp against her.
	When she unwrapped her arm from Sam's head, he fell 
harmlessly to the floor in an unconscious lump.  She looked down at 
him for a moment, and then focused her attention on Vince, who had 
regained his breath and was struggling beneath her, shouting 
obscenities and threats.  She shifted her weight on his torso, noting 
with indifference that his breathing appeared troubled, probably from 
the blow he had taken to his stomach with the barbell.
	"Damn it, you fucking bitch!" he screamed at her.  "Get the 
hell off of me before I break you in half!"
	Holly smiled down, unimpressed at the muscular man whom 
she straddled.  "Oh, yes.  I'm very frightened.  Go ahead, tough guy, 
and do it."  She paused for a moment as he struggled angrily to pull 
his arms free.  "You're by far the worst of the bunch," she continued.  
"And you can expect to suffer the most, too, as a result."
	"Fuck you!" he snarled, tugging at his arms.
	"You wish," she replied absently.  "Now let's see.  How shall I 
hurt you first?"  Before he could respond, Holly stood up and waited 
for him to make a move to rise from the bench, as well.  As he did so, 
she took his wrist firmly in her hand, gripping it like a vice.  Using 
her grip on his arm, she swung his body around, as he stood, so that 
he was facing away from her, and she quickly caught hold of his other 
wrist from behind, with her opposite hand.  As he struggled madly to 
break free, Holly kicked her foot up against his back, burying it 
between his shoulder blades and holding it there.
	"Let go of me, you bitch!" he screamed as he tugged 
impatiently on his arms.
	"Not quite yet," she cooed, and she began straightening her leg 
at the knee, with her foot flat against his back, holding tight to his 
wrists, pulling his arms all the way behind his back.  He screamed in 
pain as she pushed the sole of her foot into his back, stretching his 
arms behind him.  He tried to kick at her with his feet, but she merely 
leaned backwards, stretching his arms further, moving his lower body 
farther away from her.  Vince screamed in pain as Holly stretched his 
arms mercilessly, extending her leg forwards, leaning her body 
backwards, easily hurting him.
	"Beg me not to break you," she said, digging her foot into his 
back a bit further.
	"Fuck you!" he screamed, and then he continued screaming as 
she stretched him some more.
	Holly took a big, easy breath, and as she exhaled, she drove 
her foot into Vince's back with tremendous force, simultaneously 
arching her own back, ripping at his arms powerfully, laughing as she 
heard and felt bones and muscles give way, as Vince's arms 
dislocated from his shoulders.  He shrieked in pain, and she released 
his wrists, extending her leg fully, and sending his body sprawling 
forward into a weight machine at great velocity.  He bounced off 
helplessly, unable to use his hands to control himself, landing on his 
back, where he lay screaming, trying to arise.
	She did not give him the opportunity to do so, however, 
quickly walking over to him, placing her foot flat on the center of his 
chest, forcing his back flush with the floor.  She looked down at him 
for a moment, and then Holly lowered herself to his chest, sitting on 
him once again, noting his arms, limp and useless at his sides.  She 
reached forward, taking his head by a handful of hair, and lifting it 
from the floor.  She extended her legs forward, slipping her thighs 
around and beneath his head, locking her ankles behind him.  Holly 
let go of his hair, looking down into his face as she held him captive 
between her legs.
	She began slowly constricting her thighs around Vince's head, 
smiling with amusement as, forgetting himself, he tried to move his 
arms and screamed in pain as he realized that he could not.  She 
squeezed his head roughly between her thighs, looking down into his 
eyes and saying, "I'm going to take your life tonight."  She had his 
attention, and she continued.  "All of you," she gestured at the other, 
unconscious men, with her head, squeezing her thighs against the 
sides of Vince's face.  "And before I do, I'm going to show each of 
you pain and humiliation like you have never imagined."
	Holly giggled as Vince desperately bucked his body beneath 
her.  "That's it.  Try to break free."  She felt herself becoming aroused 
as this man struggled beneath her, as she held his head snugly 
between her legs.  She listened to her voice as she spoke, and the 
words she uttered turned her on more still.  "I'm going to torture you 
like an animal," she said quietly, looking down into his eyes.  "Before 
you die, I'll take every shred of dignity you have, just like you and 
your friends did to me."
	"God damn it!" he snarled.  "That's enough already.  Let me 
up."
	She smiled, shaking her head playfully, clamping her legs 
around Vince's face.  "You don't even want to beg?" she asked him, 
and her face hardened a little.  "You don't think I can do it, or that I 
will," she said firmly.  "You'll pay," she continued, mashing his head 
between her thighs.  "I'm going to hurt you like you've never 
imagined, and I'm going to let you watch as I crush the life out of 
your friends.  Then I'll crush it out of you, too, while you plead for 
mercy."  She waited, but he said nothing, as he continued to buck his 
body impatiently beneath her.
	She unlocked her ankles and separated her legs, allowing his 
head to fall to the floor.  "We've done your arms.  Now we'll do your 
legs, tough guy," she said.  She turned her body on his torso, so that 
she was facing away from him.  He began kicking his legs about 
frantically, and Holly laughed, bouncing her magnificent butt roughly 
on his chest, moving down his body, catching his ankles as she leaned 
forward.  Vince struggled to kick them free, but she tightened her 
hands around them, yanking them back towards her, until his legs 
were lifted from the floor, fully extended, and pulled back towards 
Holly as she sat on him.
	She bent her own legs at the knee, placing her feet on his 
stomach for a moment, and then slowly straightening her legs 
between his, smiling with satisfaction as she felt his erection against 
the back of her thigh.  Holly turned her head to look over her shoulder 
briefly, down into his face.  She sat on him now with her legs 
extended between his, straight in front of her, as she held his own legs 
pulled straight and bent back over his body.  Holly brought his ankles 
together, so that his legs pressed against either side of hers, laughing 
with delight as he continued to struggle.  As she held his ankles 
together, above her head, she quickly switched hands, so that her left 
hand gripped his right ankle, and vice versa.
	Holly's hands were crossed at the wrist as she sat on Vince, 
holding each of his ankles in her opposite hand, his legs fully 
extended straight up into the air, with her own legs comfortably in 
between his.  She moved one of his ankles towards her a few inches, 
and the other one back, so that they were no longer side by side.  As 
he screamed in pain, she quickly uncrossed her wrists, bringing each 
of his ankles to the wrong side, using her own legs between his to 
create resistance.  She slowly crossed his legs more and more, 
spreading her arms further and further apart, feeling his erection 
against her thigh as he screamed in agony.
	She allowed him to scream as she bent his legs to the side, 
feeling power rush over her as she caused him unspeakable pain.  
Suddenly, without notice, she brought her arms apart violently, 
moaning with arousal as she heard his legs snap like twigs against her 
own.  She held them still for a moment, sitting triumphantly on his 
chest, smiling to herself at his blood curdling screams, and then she 
released him, allowing his legs to fall uselessly to the floor at her feet.
	Holly lay back on him then, shifting her buttocks carelessly on 
his erection, resting the back of her head on his shoulder as she lay 
with her legs draped between his.  As he continued to scream in 
agony, she found his arms, taking them in her hands, causing him 
horrific pain, moving his hands to her bosoms, holding them there.  
She turned her head so that she faced him, looking into his eyes as he 
screamed.  "You might as well be dead already," she said gently, 
knowing that he could hear her feminine voice over his screams.  
"You can't go anywhere, and you can't defend yourself.  All you can 
do is watch, and wait, and beg for my mercy.  I own you," she 
whispered in his ear.
	She stopped speaking as she heard movement on the floor 
behind them, and she turned her head to see Sam stirring on the floor.  
She stood up, dropping Vince's arms carelessly to the floor, smiling to 
herself at his pained scream.  As Sam looked up at her, regaining his 
bearings, she reached him, kneeling down on the floor beside him.  
She put her hand roughly on his forehead, saying, "I'm not ready for 
you yet," and moving her knee to his throat, pressing it in gently until 
she cut off his air supply.  Holly smiled down into his face as he 
showed his surprise, groping at her leg with the arm she had not 
broken, trying desperately to lift her knee from his neck.  She caught 
his wrist in her hands, holding it in her iron grip as she watched him 
struggle for breath.
	She turned her head to look at Vince, as he watched her in 
terror, and she raised her eyebrows nonchalantly, standing to her feet, 
leaving the again unconscious Sam on the floor.  Holly walked back 
over to Vince, towering over him as he lay helplessly on his back, 
putting her hands menacingly on her hips.  She brought one foot to 
either side of his body, gently lowering herself to his torso, straddling 
his body, looking coolly down into his eyes, feeling his body tremble 
beneath her.  "Beg me not to kill you," she said quietly, casually 
shifting her weight on his body, brushing the side of his face with her 
hand.
	"You won't kill me," he said, his speech labored from his 
intense pain.  "They'll put you away forever."
	"They won't catch me," she purred, stroking his cheek, again 
becoming aroused at his helplessness.  She began to say something 
else, but stopped suddenly, as she noticed Vince's eyes avert from 
hers, looking to one side of her face, behind her.  She turned her head 
quickly, but too late, grunting with pain as the owner of the gym 
buried his knee into her back.
	Holly rolled to her side, off of Vince, shaking her head to 
clear it and quickly rising to her feet.  "All right," she said sternly to 
the owner.  "You get to be next."  He rushed at her, but Holly rose 
quickly to her feet.  As he came at her, she sidestepped him, burying 
her fist into his stomach, forcing a grunt from him as he doubled over 
in pain.  She lifted her knee quickly to his chin, knocking him on his 
back at her feet.  He turned immediately to his hands and knees and 
moved to rise from the floor.
	She stepped up beside him, catching his head by the hair, 
throwing one of her legs over his body, to the opposite side, and she 
clamped her thighs around the sides of his head, crossing her ankles 
beneath his face.  Holly reached down between her legs, pulling his 
head by the chin until it was snug against her crotch, and then she 
tightened her muscular thighs around his head, laughing with pleasure 
as he screamed.  She flexed the muscles in her thighs, digging them 
into the sides of his head, causing him to shriek in pain.
	Holly put her hands on her hips, shaking her body violently as 
she held him between her thighs, taunting him, bullying him.  She 
gasped with arousal as she felt the man grope at her legs and buttocks 
with his hands, trying desperately to pry himself loose.  She squeezed 
tighter, saying, "That's it.  Try to break free.  Feel my legs, my silky, 
female legs wrapped around your head, hurting you."  She stood still, 
allowing him to continue to try to free himself to no avail.  She turned 
her head to look down at Vince as he lay on the floor, looking up at 
her with a mixture of awe and terror.
	She took tiny steps, turning her body towards Vince, walking 
towards him as she continued to hold the owner of the gym helpless 
between her thighs, dragging him along by the head as she walked.  
When she reached Vince, Holly leaned down, grabbing the sides of 
his head roughly with her hands, pulling him up.  She propped his 
back against the bench press, stepping back then, with the man still 
trapped between her legs, saying to Vince, "There.  That's better.  
Now you can see everything, even if you can't do a thing to help your 
friends."
	She released the owner of the gym from her legs, and he fell 
to the floor face down, shaking his head to clear it, planting his hands 
on the floor in an effort to rise to his feet.  Holly leapt into the air, 
landing on the small of his back with both feet, mashing his body flat 
against the ground, smiling as he grunted and gasped for breath 
beneath her feet.  She stepped off of him, lowering herself to the floor 
next to him.  As he struggled to get up, she slid her body to his front, 
roughly taking his head in her hands, lifting it up, dragging it across 
her body as she sat on the floor.  She moved her hands down beneath 
his arms, pulling him up as she sat facing him, bending him upwards 
so that she could embrace his upper body, while his pelvis and legs 
remained face down on the floor in front of her.
	She wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her feet on his 
buttocks as she held his upper body in her arms.  He struck at her with 
his hands, trying to break free from her, but she caught his wrists, 
extending her arms until his own were behind his back.  She 
tightened her legs roughly around his waist, leaning forward, bending 
his body back, with his legs and pelvis on the floor, his upper body 
trapped against her own, and his middle held captive between her 
thighs.  As she held his wrists behind his back, she quickly changed 
hands, so that, as he faced her, she held his right wrist in her right 
hand, and vice versa.
	Holly quickly pulled her arms apart, crossing his further and 
further in the wrong direction, smiling down into the man's face, 
which was pressed up against her bosom.  He screamed in pain as she 
pulled his arms the wrong way, holding him firmly between her 
thighs.  Looking down into his eyes, she asked, "What's your name?"
	"Fuck you," he screamed, thrashing his body about as he 
struggled to break free.
	She shook her head sadly, pulling her arms apart with 
tremendous force, looking down into his eyes all the while as he 
screamed in agony.  She raised her eyebrows, handling him roughly 
between her legs as she continued to rip his arms in the wrong 
direction behind his back.
	"Jake!" the man screamed.  "My name is Jake!"
	Holly smiled down into his face gently, swelling her breasts 
against him, and she pulled her arms apart with tremendous force, 
moaning in ecstasy as Jake's arms snapped like kindling behind his 
back.  "I'm Holly," she said firmly, over his screams.  "And I'm afraid 
you're broken, Jake."
	She released his arms, and they fell uselessly to his sides.  
Holly wrapped her own arms around his back, snuggling her crotch 
against his stomach as he struggled against her.  She rested her chin 
on the top of his head, mashing his face against her firm, healthy 
bosoms.  As she rested her feet comfortably on the backs of his legs, 
Holly began constricting her thighs around his waist, her legs crossed 
at the ankles, feeling his screams against her breasts, hugging his 
body possessively against her own.  She curled her calves in behind 
his back, forcing him into her crotch even as she crushed her thighs 
against his sides.  She quickly wore him down, marveling at the ease 
with which she softened his tummy, rendering it defenseless.
	She powered her legs around his waist, gasping with arousal 
as he screamed in pain against her breasts.  Holly hugged his body 
against her own, using her muscular arms to pull his upper body flush 
with hers.  She leaned forward, bending him back as she continued to 
bring her thighs together around his waist.  His screams became more 
and more desperate as she defeated him between her legs.  "Do you 
like me?" she said softly against the top of his head.  "Tell me that 
you like me."  She tortured his soft tummy between her legs, leaning 
forward further still, bending him backwards, adding insult to injury 
until he could stand it no longer.
	"I like you!" he screamed against her bosom.  "I like you, 
Holly.  Oh, please let me go!"
	She curled her legs around his belly firmly, leaning her head 
back so that she could look down into his eyes as he screamed 
desperately from his position trapped between her breasts.  She 
released his upper body, using her hands to pull her shirt up over her 
head, tossing it aside, exposing her naked bosoms, then hugging his 
face against them as she crushed him between her thighs.  She had 
plenty of strength left in her legs, and she was a bit amazed that, each 
time she felt certain that his body would compress no further, she was 
able to squeeze her thighs in against him still more, torturing his soft, 
helpless middle as he screamed, completely humiliated and defeated, 
his face against her nude, lovely female bosoms.
	She stirred her breasts against his face, collapsing his stomach 
with her legs, noting his short little breaths, drinking in his pained 
screams against her chest.  Holly used her hands to hold his middle 
against her crotch as she loosened her thighs, pulling his body in 
tighter, stretching her legs out and quickly wrapping them back 
around him, locking them behind his back.  She quickly squeezed 
again, now with added leverage, flattening him between her thighs as 
he screamed and whimpered helplessly against her beautiful body. 
	Holly pulled his head back by the hair, turning it up so that 
she could look down into his eyes.  As she looked down at him 
coolly, his face against her breasts, she muscled her thighs in tighter 
and tighter, crossing her legs higher up until his screams became 
desperate and convulsive.  In a quiet, confident tone, she said, "Beg 
me to stop before I crush you completely."  When he hesitated, she 
loosened her thighs slightly, and then brought them together fiercely, 
quickly forcing tears from him as she pressed his face between her 
breasts.  She held her legs together, not relenting, causing him 
immense pain, depriving him of breath, feeling his tears run down her 
chest and tummy.  "Beg," she confidently told him again.
	"Please!" he wept, struggling for breath, his body shaking 
from the pressure she was applying to it.  "I beg you.  Please stop."
	She looked down into his eyes, smiling a little, and she 
wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging it against her lower body, 
squeezing his stomach still harder as he sobbed and screamed 
defenselessly against her lovely body.  She clasped her wrists behind 
his back, laying down on the floor, holding him on top of her.  Holly 
pulled his body into her own, crushing his chest against herself as she 
powered her rock-hard thighs in against his waist.  She quickly 
emptied the air from his chest as she hugged it against her body, 
chewing on him with her thighs as he struggled for breath which he 
could not draw.  "Beg some more," she said, raising her head to look 
sternly down in to his tear-filled eyes.
	"Please," he mouthed, devoid of the breath necessary to make 
sound.  "I beg you.  You win."
	Holly lowered her head back to the floor, smiling at the 
ceiling, quietly saying, "No shit, I win."  She counted silently to three, 
and she brought her thighs together as tight as she could muster, 
hugging Jake's chest savagely against herself at the same time, 
climaxing against his waist as she felt the bones in his chest give way 
and break and splinter against her powerful female frame.  She 
released her arms from him then, again raising her head, holding her 
thighs together against him, watching his eyes as he gasped for breath 
and finally fell unconscious, totally defeated, his face against her 
breast, his cheek on her erect nipple, her legs wrapped securely 
around his broken body.
	After resting for a moment, Holly thoughtlessly pushed Jake 
off of her, rolling him onto the floor, rising to her feet, her hands on 
her hips, looking down at him with satisfaction as he lay asleep, 
drawing slow, pained breaths at her feet.  She raised her eyes to look 
coldly over at Vince, who sat silently, watching her every move 
fearfully, unable to move.  "Keep watching, honey," she said 
confidently.  "I promise that I will hurt and humiliate you much 
worse than poor Jake, and I haven't even finished with him, yet."
	"Please don't do this," Vince said quietly, having realized the 
degree of his defenselessness as he sat, unable to move, watching the 
powerful, beautiful Amazon have her way with Jake, the owner of the 
gym.  "You've made your point."
	"No," Holly replied, looking into his eyes for a moment, then 
turning to survey the condition of the two remaining men, Sam and 
the man who had originally been on the exercise bike.
	"What if I apologize?" Vince asked, quite serious.
	Holly turned to look back at him, walking to him, towering 
over him with her arms folded across her magnificent breasts, placing 
a foot possessively on his broken leg until he winced.  "You will 
apologize.  And you will beg, and you will plead.  You will have no 
choice.  This isn't a negotiation, though.  You will do what I want, 
and I will do what I want, too.  Everybody will do what I want, 
because no one will have any choice.  If you can stop me, then go 
ahead.  If you can escape, then good for you.  Otherwise, you are 
pretty much subject to my whim," she finished, turning with a smirk 
as the man she had knee-dropped into oblivion groaned where he lay 
on the floor, slowly stirring as he awakened, wincing at the shooting 
pain he felt in his head.
	As he rose slowly to his feet, working to focus his vision on 
Holly, she walked confidently over to him, standing facing him.  She 
was perhaps two inches taller than he, and she stood with her hands 
on her waist, watching his face intently as his eyes settled on her 
naked breasts.  His eyes narrowed as she smiled confidently, and he 
swung at her suddenly, lunging at her head with his fist.  Holly was 
able to duck down far enough so that his fist glanced harmlessly off 
of the top of her head.  Before the man could recover and regain his 
balance, she lowered her shoulder and charged him, tackling him to 
the floor and leaping on top of him, straddling his body as she held 
his wrists in her hands, looking down into his face. 
	She slid up on his chest until his chin was against her crotch, 
and she applied some of her weight to his neck, laughing gleefully as 
he choked for breath.  He beat at her body with his hands, but she 
quickly caught them, wrestling them to the floor, scooting back 
slightly on his body, planting her knees on top of his hands, pinning 
them beneath herself.  Holly looked down into the man's face 
casually as she sat atop him, grinding her knees into his hands.  She 
extended her hand to his cheek, petting it absently as she asked, 
"What's your name, tough guy?"
	The man struggled angrily beneath her, tugging at his hands, 
snarling, "Fuck you, lady.  If you think we'll go easy on you because 
you're a girl, you are out of your fucking mind."
	Holly laughed heartily, turning her head from side to side, 
looking at Vince, at Sam, and at Jake, their bodies strewn about the 
room in various stages of disrepair.  She settled her gaze back on the 
man who lay beneath her then, saying, "By all means, sweetie, don't 
go easy on me.  I'm still waiting for someone to provide a real 
challenge."  As she looked coolly down into the man's face, she 
bounced her entire body upward suddenly, coming back down with 
all of her weight on her knees, driving his hands against the floor, 
giggling happily as she heard the bones in his hands snap and crackle 
beneath her.  He screamed out as she quickly repeated the motion, 
breaking more bones and causing him tremendous pain.
	As he screamed beneath her, tugging weakly at his pulverized 
hands while she knelt on them with her full weight, Holly looked 
down at him casually, saying quietly, "I still didn't get your name."  
She ground her knees against his hands as she felt his body writhe 
between her legs, and she pouted sweetly as he screamed in agony.  
"Don't make me ask you again, okay?"
	"Todd!" the man screamed quickly, as Holly continued to 
torture him.  "My name is Todd!"
	Holly smiled prettily, lifting her knees from his hands, taking 
them in hers, running her fingers over them absently as he screamed 
in pain.  "Hi, Todd.  I'm Holly, and you and your friends are in a lot 
of trouble, sweetie," she said sympathetically.
	Wincing in pain, Todd ripped his hands away from her, 
bucking his body beneath her as she straddled him.  Holly quickly 
rose to her feet, catching Todd's broken hands, holding them tightly 
in her own, pulling him to his feet with her, leaving him no choice but 
to do as she wished.  As he stood facing Holly, Todd tried desperately 
to pull his hands from hers, to back away from her.  She met his eyes 
confidently, however, and did not release him, enjoying the power 
she felt as she caused him to scream, lightly squeezing his crumpled 
hands in her own.
	She stood facing him, her beautiful, full breasts heaving, her 
nipples erect, her pretty, feminine hair spilling over her shoulders.  
"You boys wanted to gawk at me, didn't you?  Well, you can all gawk 
from close up as I crush the life out of you, ripping every shred of 
dignity from each of you before I do."  She waited for Todd to 
respond, averting her eyes momentarily to look at Vince, then 
returning her confident gaze to Todd, who said nothing, choosing 
instead to continue his attempts to pull his hands free from her.
	As she held Todd's hands, Holly crouched slightly, lowering 
her body before him, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his 
middle, releasing his hands, moving her head to one side of his body, 
planting her lovely, muscular shoulder against his stomach, locking 
her arms behind his back.  This would have been a vulnerable 
position for her, if Todd had the use of his arms and hands, but he did 
not, and could only squirm his body about in an effort to move away, 
and use his feet on the floor to pull himself away from her.  Holly 
held him tight, however, and in an impressive display of strength, she 
straightened her legs and her back, lifting his entire body off of the 
floor, so that his legs were dangling in the air as she held him in her 
arms.
	She quickly, forcefully tightened her arms around him, 
powering her shoulder against his tummy as he struggled in vain, his 
entire body in her arms, his legs of little use as his feet hung inches 
above the floor.  He gasped and screamed as she pulled his body into 
her shoulder with tremendous force, brutally collapsing his stomach 
and simultaneously digging into his back with her forearms.  Todd 
screamed in pain and frustration, and Holly took full advantage, 
hugging him tighter and tighter as he used his strength to scream 
rather than to resist her.  She quickly pulled his tummy flat with her 
powerful arms, relentlessly digging her shoulder into his gut, smiling 
as his screams became desperate and higher in pitch.
	She shook his body in her arms, humiliating him, thrashing his 
limbs about like a scarecrow's as she crushed him.  He struggled for 
breath against her, feeling himself weaken quickly as she bullied him 
with her beautiful female body.  As he looked down at the top of her 
head, at her pretty hair, her feminine shoulders and back, Todd felt 
incredible humiliation at his powerlessness as this woman continued 
to abuse him.  She held him helplessly in her arms, crushing him with 
her beautiful, feminine body.  Holly smiled as she felt his erection 
against her, digging her shoulder into his gut brutally as he struggled 
for breath, feeeling his body near the point of collapse.
	Holly slid her shoulder upwards against his torso, moving her 
arms up behind his back, so that her shoulder was flush against his 
midsection, his lower rib cage.  She stood up straight, arching her 
back slightly, so that he still could not plant his feet on the floor.  She 
shook his body savagely as she dug her shoulder in against his body, 
hugging him against her with tremendous force.  She began walking 
forwards, suddenly, quickly building up to a full jog, carrying him in 
her arms, crushing his body even as she ran with it in her arms.
	As Holly approached the wall, she quickly moved her hands 
from Todd's back to his sides, tightening them against the sides of his 
waist, still holding him, carrying him, with her shoulder level with the 
center of his chest.  She turned her head away as they hit the wall, 
crouching slightly, lowering her upper body for leverage, and she 
crashed his body into the wall with tremendous force, the impact 
crushing her shoulder into his midsection.  Holly smiled to herself at 
the moment of impact, hearing Todd grunt as he hit the wall, then 
hearing his ribs shatter a fraction of a second later, as her shoulder 
crushed his body against the wall, forcing quiet, guttural noises from 
his throat as pain shot throughout his body.
	Cruelly, Holly quickly stepped back a foot or two, still holding 
him, and she slammed his body against the wall a second time, 
driving her shoulder into his splintered torso, moaning with arousal as 
she broke more ribs and caused him even greater pain.  Her hands 
still on his waist, Holly planted his body against the wall, carefully 
making sure that his feet were dangling uselessly in the air.  She 
arched her back, brushing her shoulder, and then her breasts, up 
against his chest, straightening herself so that she faced him, looking 
up slightly, into his eyes.  She planted her feet on the floor, moving 
her body in against him, pressing him flat against the wall, pinning 
him there with her shoulders squared, pushing her breasts in against 
him firmly as his legs dangled in the air.
	Looking into Todd's eyes as he continued to groan in pain, 
Holly removed her hands from his waist, still holding him against the 
wall, suspending his body above the floor, but now doing so 
completely with the pressure of her bosoms against his chest, pressing 
him firmly to the wall.  She put her hands on her hips, humiliating 
him as she looked up into his eyes, she breathing easily as he 
struggled to do so, pinning him to the wall, holding him off of the 
floor, with only her breasts.  She drew slow, easy breaths, heaving her 
firm bosoms, her erect, pink nipples, against his broken chest with her 
every breath, causing him tremendous pain and humiliation with great 
ease.
	Holly relaxed the pressure against his body for a second, 
letting him slide down helplessly against her breasts until he was at 
eye level with her.  She pressed her breasts forward again, pinning 
him to the wall with her firm, fleshy bosoms.  She was about two 
inches taller than he, so he was still unable to plant his feet on the 
floor beneath himself, still suspended and trapped against the wall by 
virtue of the beautiful woman's breasts as she pushed them in against 
his body, looking powerfully into his eyes.
	Her face now level with his, Holly moved her head in close to 
Todd's, touching her forehead to his forehead, her nose to his nose.  
He continued to groan and struggle for pained breaths as she looked 
into his eyes, breathing casually on his face.  Her hands on her hips, 
Holly drew deep breaths, arching her back, pushing her bosoms in 
against him, moving her lower body forward against him, pressing her 
tummy against his, her pelvis against his crotch.  He could feel her 
female body all over him, her face against his, mocking him, 
controlling him, and was unable to do anything but moan in pain and 
struggle for breath against her body.  
	She felt his erection against her lap, and she shifted her hips 
back and forth carelessly as she pressed her breasts in against his 
crushed chest.  Holly smiled with satisfaction as Todd weakly 
climaxed in his shorts as she pressed her body against his, controlling 
him, causing him pain and embarrassment.  She spoke softly, her 
breath against his face, saying, "How humiliating, Todd.  I've beaten 
and broken you, and now I hold you here, against your will, pressing 
you flat against the wall, holding you off of the floor, with nothing 
but my breasts, hurting you, my enjoyment completely at your 
expense.  So many reasons for you to loathe me, but you can't help 
but come in your shorts for me as I press up against you.  Men are so 
weak."
	She watched his eyes in amusement as he said nothing, 
continuing to struggle for breath as she flattened him against the wall 
with her lithe female form, her supple breasts swelling against his 
broken body.  "Have you nothing to say?" she asked finally, leaning 
in against him firmly, smiling at his gasps and continued struggles for 
breath.
	"Please let me down, Holly," he said with great effort.
	She smiled, feeling power surge through her, and she placed 
her hands on his waist, backing away from him slightly, lifting his 
body up several more inches against the wall, and holding it there.  
Looking up into his face, she quietly said, "Beg some more, Todd."  
She leaned her shoulder in against his chest, causing him tremendous 
pain.
	"Oh, please!" he screamed, as she pressed in against him 
harder, holding him off the ground, against the wall.  "I beg you.  
Please let me down," he whimpered.
	"You want down?" Holly asked gently, smiling.
	"Yes," he nodded.  "Please."
	Holly lifted one of her knees, pressing it against the wall 
between his legs, and she used her hands on his waist to bring his 
body down onto it, smashing his testicles, smirking to herself as he 
screamed in pain.  Rather than release him, she continued to hold 
him, wrapping her arms around his torso, hugging him against her 
body, his feet dangling above the floor still.  She increased the 
pressure of her hug, resting her chin on his shoulder, forcing his chin 
against her own neck and shoulder, hugging her firm breasts in 
against his broken, shattered body, hearing his groans and whimpers, 
hugging tighter and tighter until she felt his tears on her shoulder, 
running down her back, over her buttocks, down her legs.
	She continued to hug him tight, holding his helpless body in 
her arms, feeling him weep defenselessly on her shoulder as she hurt 
him with her breasts, swelling them against his crushed and splintered 
ribs.  "Have you had enough?" she whispered gently into his ear.  
	"Beg me for mercy, dear," she said, her lips against his ear.
	"Please," he wept, as she held him in her arms like her 
belonging, "please stop.  I beg you, Holly.  Oh," he whimpered as she 
hugged tighter, "I beg you.  Please, I'll do anything."
	Holly smiled to herself, loosening her arms, letting him slide 
weakly down her body, putting her hand on the back of his head, 
making sure that his face slid over her bosoms, her tight little tummy, 
in against her crotch, between her thighs, as he collapsed to the floor 
at her feet.  She did not release him completely, however, 
maintaining her hold on his head by grasping a handful of his hair as 
he knelt before her.  She quickly kicked off her tennis shoes.
	"Lick my feet," she said, turning quickly to look at Vince, 
who continued to watch her in terror, perhaps in arousal, and she 
noted that Sam and Jake both still lay unconscious as she had left 
them.  She raised her eyebrows silently as she looked across the room 
at Vince, again firmly telling Todd, "Lick them.  Now."  She tugged 
on his hair to let him know that she meant business.
	Todd quickly complied, silently licking her feet, then her toes, 
as she wiggled them against his face as he knelt on the floor in front 
of her.  Holly allowed him to lick for a while, and then she stepped 
back.  Watching his eyes for reaction, she silently pulled her shorts 
down around her ankles, delicately stepping out of them, revealing 
the rest of her perfect, Amazon, female form.  She tossed a quick 
glance over her shoulder at Vince, who had a perfect view of her butt, 
and she smiled in satisfaction as she saw him looking at her.
	Holly quickly turned back to Todd, leaning down to tighten 
her fingers around a fistful of hair from his head, pulling him up as 
she stood towering over him, completely nude.  She lifted him by the 
hair, pressing his face in against her hard tummy, and suddenly falling 
backwards, pulling him with her, landing on the floor on her back, 
with Todd on top of her lower body, his chin still pressed against her 
taught stomach.  She held his face against her tummy with both 
hands, and she quickly wriggled her legs from beneath his body, 
spreading them to either side of him, and lifting them up around his 
shoulders.
	She lay now with Todd's chin pressed in firmly against her 
stomach, her legs wrapped around his neck, her feet resting on his 
back, his throat pulled in against her crotch.  Holly quickly tightened 
her legs around Todd's neck, lifting her right calf up against the back 
of his head, using it to force his throat in tightly against her crotch.  
She lifted her head so that she could look down into his eyes as she 
held him captive, his chin against her delicious tummy, his throat 
squeezed shut against her sex, her legs wrapped possessively around 
his neck.
	He struggled to pull his head back, choking and gagging 
against Holly's crotch as she squeezed his throat against herself, 
between her legs, looking down into his frightened, desperate eyes 
with satisfaction as he found that he could not breathe, could not 
escape.  She moaned as he choked and gasped for breath against her 
crotch, struggling weakly to free himself from her lovely, silky legs.  
	"Beg me to stop," she said quietly, choking him against her sex, 
smiling with amusement at his feeble struggles.  "Lick my tummy, 
since it is all you can reach, and beg me."
	Todd quickly complied, obediently licking her taught stomach 
and navel as she choked the life out of him, pulling her calf in against 
the back of his head, moaning with pleasure as she felt him choke 
against her body, his tongue on her stomach and her belly button, 
weakly begging her to stop.  She heard a stirring behind her, as she 
lay on the floor, and she realized that it must be Sam, waking, 
struggling to regain his senses.
	She looked down into Todd's eyes as he continued to choke 
between her legs, lapping weakly at her tummy in complete 
submission.  Turning her head to look coldly into Vince's eyes as he 
sat across the room, propped against the weight bench, Holly pulled 
her calf in violently against the back of Todd's head, moaning with 
arousal as she heard his neck snap against her crotch.  She gasped 
with pleasure as she climaxed, holding his throat against her sex as 
his body convulsed involuntarily against her.
	Holly rose to her feet quickly, leaving Todd's broken, lifeless 
body on the floor in a heap, and she turned in time to receive a kick to 
the stomach from Sam, who stood behind her now, holding his 
broken arm gingerly with his good one.  Before she could react, he 
landed another blow to her tummy, knocking the wind from her, and 
she fell to her knees, gasping for breath.  Sam wasted no time, 
walking towards her, preparing to lift his knee into her face.  Holly 
regained her composure though, even as she continued to struggle for 
breath, and she leapt forward, tackling Sam's legs with her shoulder, 
knocking them out from under him and forcing him to the floor.
	Landing on his side, Sam quickly kicked at her as she moved 
towards him, landing a blow to her thigh with his right foot.  Holly 
winced silently in pain, the color returning to her cheeks as she found 
her breath, and she crawled towards him.  When he kicked at her 
again, Holly caught his foot by the ankle, holding it tightly until she 
reached his body.  She knelt on the back of his thigh, pinning his leg 
to the ground, and she savagely turned his ankle in her hands until it 
snapped.  She sighed in relief as Sam screeched in pain, and she 
dropped his foot, crawling up his body as he lay on the floor.  She slid 
her thigh between his legs, and she brought her knee savagely into his 
testicles, looking cruelly down into his face as she sunk her knee 
between his legs and held it there as he squealed in pain.
	She straddled his body, quickly catching his good arm as he 
began trying to strike at her with it.  Holly held it firmly as she sat 
atop him, looking down into his eyes sternly as he struggled beneath 
her.  She pulled his hand to her breast as she straddled him, holding it 
firmly against her bosom as she looked casually down into his face.  
"Looks like you're in a bit of trouble, Sam," she said quietly.  She 
found his erection through his shorts with her free hand, saying, "I see 
that you still like me.  You men are so forgiving, really.  After all that 
I have put you through, you still want me, still like me.  Your own 
body betrays you."  
	Holly looked confidently down into his eyes as he struggled 
beneath her.	"This is the part where I break you into lots of little 
pieces and make you beg me, beg the pretty girl, not to hurt you any 
more.  Perhaps your friend, Vince, can help you," she paused, turning 
to look coldly at Vince, who sat exactly as she had left him, unable to 
move.  "I guess not.  It looks like you are on your own.  Can you 
escape?" she asked, taunting him as he writhed helplessly beneath her 
magnificent body.  She laughed at his attempts, saying, "How 
humiliating.  Four big, strong men, beaten up by a girl."
	She kept hold of his wrist as she turned on his body.  She 
knelt, straddling him, facing his lower body, seated on his chest.  
Holly took his good arm, and she slipped her foot beneath it, trapping 
it in between her calf and thigh as she knelt straddling his upper body.  
She let go of his wrist and satisfied herself that his arm was captive in 
the crook of her leg, snuggly trapped between her calf and thigh.  She 
turned and lifted his opposite shoulder, sliding her other leg beneath 
it, and she brought her right buttock down on his face, using her foot 
beneath his body to pull him in against her thigh and but, holding him 
captive there as he struggled desperately.
	Holly looked over her shoulder, down into Sam's eyes as she 
sat on his lower face, roughly flexing the muscles in her thighs to 
hold him steady.  "This may hurt a bit, I'm afraid," she said carelessly, 
and she turned her face away, looking at his lower body.
	Holly drew her fist back, as she sat on him, and she savagely 
struck him in the stomach, moaning enthusiastically as she felt his 
breath empty from his body against her buttock.  She pulled her fist 
back quickly, and she brought it down against his chest, smiling as he 
grunted in pain and surprise.  Concentrating, taking aim, drawing her 
fist back again, as he struggled weakly beneath her, Holly buried her 
fist in his chest, moaning with pleasure as she felt it collapse, hearing 
his ribs breaking in deference to her strength.  She hit him again, and 
again, as she sat on him, choosing different locations on his chest 
each time, breaking and splintering his ribs, sighing with arousal as 
she destroyed him, feeling weak moans escape helplessly from his 
lips against her right buttock with each blow.
	When she finally stopped hitting him, each of Sam's ribs were 
broken, many in several places, and he was weeping silently against 
her ass, struggling for breath.  She turned her body on him, and lay 
down flat on top of him, pressing her breasts in against his broken 
body, causing him tremendous pain, her taught tummy against his, her 
crotch against his erection.  She held her face above his, letting her 
pretty hair spill over his face as she looked down into his eyes.  She 
casually wiped tears from his face, breathing on him easily as he lay 
weakly beneath her.  "What did you think of my ass, Sam?" she asked 
quietly.  "Was it everything you had hoped for?"  He said nothing, and 
Holly smiled gently into his face, stirring on his broken body until he 
climaxed in his shorts against her powerful body.
	"I guess you do like my butt," she said, drinking in his total 
defeat, his complete humiliation.  "Well, I have good news for you, 
Sam," she said confidently.  "You said you wanted to spend the rest of 
your life with your face in my ass."  She paused, allowing her words 
to sink in.  "I'm going to let you."
	She smiled, sitting up, again turning herself on his body, 
ignoring his weak groans as she caused him incredible pain, using the 
weight of her healthy body on his broken chest to torture him.  Holly 
settled her ass on his upper chest, and she leaned forward, taking his 
waist firmly in her hands.  She planted her feet on the floor, and she 
slowly lifted his lower body with her powerful arms, standing up, 
keeping hold of his middle so that she held him upside down as he 
moaned weakly in pain, his legs struggling limply in the air.  Holly 
hugged his body against her own, pressing his tummy against her 
breasts as she held him upside down.  She wrapped one of her arms 
firmly around his middle, holding him possessively against her as she 
stood.
	Holly released her other arm, holding his entire body with one 
arm wrapped securely around his waist.  She could see, with her face 
positioned close to his shorts, that he was again erect, in spite of his 
intense pain and humiliation.  He was completely defenseless against 
her.  Holly stood with her feet spread apart, and she reached her free 
hand around her back, through her legs, catching Sam's head by a 
handful of hair.  She closed her fingers around his hair, and pulled his 
head roughly back, between her legs, and then upwards, pressing his 
face against her buttocks.  She closed her feet, tightening her legs 
around his head as she stood, holding his body upside down in her 
arms.
	Sam struggled weakly, but he was beaten, broken, unable to 
do anything with his body but what Holly decided he would.  Keeping 
her feet together, her legs wrapped securely around his head, his face 
pressed loosely against her butt, Holly slowly lowered herself to her 
knees, still holding Sam's upper body with her arms.  As she settled 
on her knees, Holly turned her feet sideways, flattening them on the 
floor beneath Sam's head, and she brought her weight down onto his 
face as she held his head tightly between her thighs.
	Holly relaxed her legs, and she reached behind herself with 
one of her hands, using it to press Sam's face in firmly against her 
buttocks, forcing his nose deep into her ass, looking casually over her 
shoulder down into his eyes as she covered the rest of his face with 
her butt, holding him helplessly in her arms.  Once Sam's face was 
pressed securely in against her butt, Holly flexed the muscles in her 
legs, using her feet beneath his head to pull his face firmly into her 
ass.  She held his upper body with both hands as she settled her butt, 
her full weight, onto his head, trapping his face beneath her.
	She had sealed her butt over his nose and mouth completely, 
and she moaned with arousal as she felt him struggling to breathe 
against her ass.  Holly flexed the muscles in her thighs and butt 
against his face, sighing girlishly as she heard his nose break from the 
pressure she applied with her powerful butt.  His pained screams were 
humiliatingly muffled by the beautiful woman's ass.  She sat on him, 
using him, climaxing against his throat as she suffocated him, 
chewing on his face with her butt, depriving him of breath as his body 
thrashed about weakly, desperately trying to find breath.  Holly sat on 
him comfortably, holding his defenseless body in her arms, feeling 
his mouth struggling for breath beneath her, feeling the blood from 
his broken nose flow against her buttocks.
	He fell still, finally, and Holly continued to hold his 
motionless body in that position, depriving him of air, putting the side 
of her face against his torso, listening for signs of life until she was 
certain that there were none.  Turning to look coolly at Vince, she 
released Sam's body from her arms, letting it fall harmlessly to the 
floor in a pathetic heap of sorry, broken bones.  She stood, walking 
carelessly over Sam's  body, which she had defeated with her lovely, 
feminine ass, looking coldly down at him, and then over at Vince.
	"I can't even imagine your humiliation," she said to Vince, 
smiling, breathing easily.  "Watching a girl crush the life from your 
friend, knowing that she will soon to the same to you, completely 
unable to do anything but watch helplessly and wait."
She approached him, sitting on his lap, wrapping her legs 
loosely around his torso, ignoring his screams as her weight caused 
his broken legs intense pain.  She looked casually into his eyes, 
breathing calmly, seductively against his face.
	Vince's eyes narrowed.  "You fucking monster," he spat.  
"You disgust me."
	Holly smiled thinly, shifting her weight on his lap, snuggling 
her legs around him possessively.  "Do I?" she asked quietly.  "If you 
hate me so, then why are you so hard for me?  I can feel you, against 
my ass, the ass I just used to crush the life out of your friend.  Have 
you no pride?  Or just no self control?  So weak," she said, shaking 
her head in amusement, taunting him as she sat on his lap.
	"I like you, Holly," came a weak voice from the other side of 
the gym, and she turned to see Jake, the owner, lying on his back on 
the floor, his head turned so that he could see her.
	She smiled coolly at Vince, and the Holly rose from his lap, 
hands on hips, her supple breasts heaving as she breathed in and out.  
She walked towards Jake, saying "Do you, my sweet?"
	"Oh, yes," he said, struggling to move his broken body, unable 
to do so.
	Holly stood over him, her Amazon figure towering above his 
body as he lay defenseless at her feet.  "Good," she said.  "You will 
show me, then?  You will prove this to me?"
	Jake's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said, "Yes.  Oh, yes 
Holly."
	"Why did you hesitate?" she asked, kneeling beside him.
	"Please don't hurt me anymore," he stammered weakly, 
lowering his eyes subserviently.
	Holly smiled, feeling power flow through her veins with every 
breath.  "Is that why you say you like me, Jake?  So that I will stop 
hurting you?"  She paused, and he said nothing.  "Because the two are 
unrelated.  You can't help but like me, because I'm a pretty, young, 
nude woman, and you are a man.  Vince can't help it either, regardless 
of what he says.  I can hurt you all I wish, and you will still want me, 
still be hard for me.  If you don't want me to hurt you, then you will 
have to stop me, or convince me to take mercy."
	"Please have mercy on us," Jake said quietly, his eyes welling 
up with tears as he looked up at her.
	Holly smiled gently, petting his head with her hand, wiping a 
tear from his cheek.  "You will beg," she said firmly.  She settled her 
body down onto his chest, ignoring his pained gasps, his tears.
	She looked down confidently into his face as she sat on him, 
saying, "As I suffocated Sam beneath my butt, I broke his nose, broke 
it with my ass.  Even my butt was too strong for him, too much for 
him.  He soiled me with his blood.  You will lick me clean," she said 
firmly.  Before Jake could respond, Holly slid herself up onto his 
face, lowering her butt onto him, digging into his shoulders carelessly 
with her knees.  She looked down into his eyes, loving the sight of his 
face covered with her ass, and she said, "Now beg.  Convince me not 
to hurt you.  Lick."
	She watched his eyes as she sat on his face, smiling, 
humiliating him with her sheer femininity as she felt his tongue in her 
ass, cleaning her as she had commanded.  Holly shifted her weight 
about on his face, causing him extreme discomfort, reminding him 
constantly that he was beneath the ass of a beautiful, young woman, 
subserviently licking her.
	She scooted back off of his face eventually, settling her crotch 
in gently against his throat, her knees on either side of his head.  
Holly laughed at the fear in his eyes, gasped as she felt him choking, 
struggling for breath against her sex as she sat on him, abusing him, 
threatening to take his very life with nothing but the most feminine 
part of her body.  She moved back onto his chest, laughing with 
pleasure as he winced in pain at her weight on his broken body, 
choking, gasping in breath.
	Holly lay down flat on him, looking into his eyes, feeling his 
body tremble weakly beneath her, his erection through his shorts, 
against her crotch.  She pinned his shoulders with her elbows, shifting 
her breasts carelessly on his chest, moving her thighs against his 
erection, looking down powerfully into his eyes.  She moved a hand 
to his face, again brushing away a tear, whispering, "Shhh."
	As he settled down, Holly closed her thumb and forefinger 
over his nose.  She continued to move her lovely, nude body in slight 
little motions on top of him, licking his throat, his face, holding his 
nose shut with her pretty hand.  She moved her lips to his, and she 
sealed her mouth over his own, kissing him, putting her tongue boldly 
into his mouth, feeling his fear, his arousal, careful to watch his eyes 
as she kissed him.  Holly kept her mouth over his, kissing him 
passionately, licking his lips, touching his tongue with hers, letting 
him feel her smile slightly against his lips as he struggled to pull his 
face away from her to take in breath.
	She moaned as she felt him climax in his shorts against her, 
but she did not withdraw her mouth.  She continued to kiss him as she 
held his nose shut, working her tongue in his mouth, drawing in a 
strong, slow, easy breath, taking his air from him as he struggled 
weakly beneath her, his eyes wide with fear.  She drew his breath 
until there was none left to take, and then she held her position, 
pressing her breasts against him, licking his lips with her tongue as he 
struggled against her pretty face for air, unable to draw any.  When 
his eyes closed, Holly withdrew her lips from his, smiling, and 
moving her hand over his mouth, holding it there for several minutes 
as she looked across the room coldly at Vince.
	When she withdrew her pretty hand from Jake's face and rose 
to her feet, it was clear that he too had lost his life, not to mention his 
dignity, to her.  She shrugged her lovely bare shoulders carelessly, 
turning back to Vince, devouring his awe, his fear as she moved 
towards him.
	She stood over him, her arms folded across her firm, Amazon 
breasts, looking down at him.  "Looks like it's just you and me, tough 
guy," she said, her voice dripping with femininity.
	"Don't expect me to beg you, too, you crazy bitch," he said 
coldly.  "Not if all you're going to do is kill me anyway."
	Holly laughed, standing over him.  She said, "Oh, you'll beg 
me."  She lowered herself to look sternly into his eyes.  "And I will 
kill you anyway, but you'll beg first.  You might even beg me to take 
your life, to put you out of your misery, before we're through."
	His face hardened.  "Fuck you," he snarled.
	Holly laughed and began taking Vince's clothes off of him, 
ignoring his screams as she handled his broken limbs roughly, 
impatiently.  When he was stripped to nothing but his briefs, Holly 
stood over him, admiring her work.
	She sat down on the floor next to him, silently taking one of 
his feet into her lap, laughing as he screamed in pain at having his 
broken leg moved about so carelessly.  Watching his eyes, Holly 
clasped her hand in his foot, interlocking her fingers with his toes, 
smiling as she tickled the bottom of his foot with her fingernails, 
causing him to shudder.  She quickly flexed the muscles in her hand, 
watching his face coldly as she brought her fingers together, smiling 
as he winced in pain at the pressure on his toes.
	"Beg," she said quietly.  He said nothing, and Holly shrugged 
her shoulders carelessly and increased the pressure on his foot with 
her hand, watching his eyes, slowly bringing her fingers closer and 
closer together.  Soon, he was screaming in pain, but he did not beg, 
and Holly crushed his toes against her pretty fingers, breaking every 
toe on his foot in her powerful grip as he shrieked in pain and then 
holding his broken toes in her grasp just to make him scream for her, 
which he continued to do, though he did not beg her to stop.
	Holly finally released his foot, and she stood, leaning down to 
grasp him from beneath his arms, lifting his body from the floor.  She 
lifted him into the air, so that his useless legs hung ineffectually in the 
air, and she settled his pelvis, his erect penis in against her breasts, 
looking up into his face confidently.  She wrapped her arms around 
him, clasping her hands against his butt, and she quickly tightened her 
hold on him, arching herself into his body as she worked to crush it in 
her arms.
	Vince screamed in pain as she hugged him against her, 
holding him captive in her arms, against her lovely female body.  She 
hugged him tighter and tighter, laughing happily as he climaxed 
against her bosom.  Holly looked powerfully up into his eyes, bracing 
herself and then flexing her arms around him, pulling him into her 
and simultaneously arching herself into him, moaning girlishly as she 
felt his pelvis break against her hard, healthy body.  She continued to 
hug him where she had broken him, kissing his tummy as he 
screamed in pain above her head.
	She loosened her grip on him eventually, allowing him to 
slide helplessly down her body, letting him feel every inch of her with 
his face on the way down, as she let him settle on the floor at her feet, 
trembling and screaming in agony.  Holly put her hands on her hips as 
she looked down at the man at her feet, and she again said, "Beg me."
	Vince said nothing, shuddering and groaning in pain at her 
feet, and Holly lowered herself to the floor.  She lay on her side, 
facing away from him, and she slid her leg beneath his torso, smiling 
as he screamed in pain.  She moved his lifeless arm out of the way, 
sweeping her other leg across his chest, and she used her hands to 
pull his body in tightly against her crotch, locking her ankles on his 
opposite side.  Holly turned her head to look behind herself, into his 
face.  His eyes were on her butt, which was snuggled in tight against 
his side, just below his arm.  She tightened her legs around his chest 
powerfully, smiling sweetly into his face as his eyes quickly rose to 
meet hers.
	"That's it, honey," she said.  "Watch my ass devour you.  
Watch it break you."  She faced forward, and focused on bringing her 
legs together around his body, quickly emptying the air from his lungs 
as she muscled her thighs in around his body, moaning and rubbing 
her crotch against his side as he screamed in pain, his torso bucking 
defenselessly between her powerful thighs.  Keeping her ankles 
locked, she separated her legs slightly, and then brought them 
together with tremendous force, sighing in ecstasy as she crushed 
him, breaking bones in his chest with her hard, muscular thighs.  She 
slid down his body a few inches, turning to look back at his face as he 
groaned in agony, struggling for breath between her legs, his chest on 
fire as his splintered ribs tore at him from the inside.
	"How humiliating," she said quietly, looking back at his face 
as she tightened her legs around him once again, laughing as she 
forced the air from him.  "Your big, strong, male body crushed, 
broken between a woman's thighs as she chews on you with them.  
Your healthy, muscular male torso crushed by my ass, my thighs," she 
cooed, brining her legs together forcefully, moaning as she climaxed 
against his side, shaking his body roughly between her legs, forcing 
them together closer and closer until she again heard him break.
	She withdrew her legs, rolling over to face him, and as she lay 
on her opposite side, she quickly wrapped her legs around him again, 
bending her legs at the waist, propping her head up on one elbow, 
which she placed on his shoulder.  Holly snuggled her body in 
alongside his, pressing her breasts against his side, looking studiously 
down into his face as she locked her ankles, tightening her legs 
around his body, which she had already broken.  She smiled sadly as 
he gasped and struggled for breath between her thighs as she easily 
collapsed them around his body, pulverizing his crushed torso 
between her legs.
	As he gasped and winced in pain, Holly looked down into his 
eyes, breathing slowly on his face, slowly tightening her legs around 
him.  "Beg me," she again whispered.  "Beg me to stop hurting you."
	Vince still said nothing, moaning and shuddering as she 
handled him roughly between her thighs.  Holly shook her head sadly, 
pouting sweetly for him, and she released him from her legs, sitting 
up and moving her body on top of his, straddling his stomach, 
scooting back onto his lap.  She leaned forward, taking hold of Vince 
by the shoulders, and she pulled him into a sitting position, smiling 
prettily as he groaned in pain.
	She sat on his lap, now, facing him, and she wrapped her legs 
around his waist, pulling his body in close to her, positioning her face 
inches from his, searching his eyes as he trembled in pain.  Moving 
her crotch in snug against his tummy, Holly wrapped her legs taught 
around his waist, using her calves against his back to hold him still as 
she sat nude on his lap, feeling his erection against her buttocks.
	With her hands gently on his shoulders, holding him up, 
facing her, Holly began constricting her thighs around his belly, 
maintaining eye contact with him all the while.  He gasped as she 
quickly wore his weak body down between her muscular thighs, 
pulling him in against her crotch with her calves from behind as she 
brought her thighs together against him.  He struggled as best he 
could, but he was no match for Holly, and she brought her thighs 
together, crushing his tummy in against her crotch as he gasped and 
trembled, helpless to do anything but allow her to continue.
	She handled him easily between her legs, quickly rendering 
his tummy weak and soft, and she moaned in his face with arousal as 
she felt him go squishy between her hard, muscular thighs.  Holly 
watched his eyes as she brought her legs together around him, 
flattening his male body between her female thighs, causing him to 
gasp for breath as he was crushed between her legs.  She gazed into 
his eyes as she sat on his lap, feeling his erection against her ass, 
watching him struggle for breath, seeing the pain on his face, feeling 
his body collapse weakly against her own.
	She knew that he was in tremendous pain, completely 
defenseless to her, and she sighed with arousal in his face, licking his 
throat, kissing his cheek as she brought her legs closer and closer 
together around him, he completely unable to stop her.  His tears 
came quickly, as he struggled for breath, crushed almost flat between 
the beautiful woman's thighs as she sat on his lap, her pretty face 
close to his, as she savored his pain, his humiliation, mocking him, he 
unable to do anything about it.  Holly wrapped her arms around his 
body, crossing her legs higher still, pulling him to her, resting his 
head on her shoulder as he wept in pain, his tears running over her 
shoulder and down her back.
	She bit the side of his neck hungrily as she mustered 
additional strength, powering her legs around his middle tighter still, 
feeling his short, little breaths, his weak sobs on her pretty, feminine 
shoulder.  Holly squeezed tighter, moaning as she climaxed again 
with her sex flush against his weak, defeated middle.  She pulled her 
head back, looking into his face, sighing with contentment as his tears 
fell over her firm breasts.  She breathed casually on his face, 
squeezing him still tighter, feeling incredible power as she felt him 
climax against her ass in spite of himself.  He could barely breathe at 
all now, and Holly kept her eyes locked on his as she pulled her 
calves in forcefully, crushing his middle against her further still, 
forcing more hot tears from his eyes.  She licked his tears thirstily 
from his face, breathing on him, moaning as she felt her powerful 
thighs defeat him.
	"Beg me," she said, her lips against his cheek.  She kissed his 
throat, squeezing him harder, and she repeated, "Beg."
	"No," he gasped, his teeth clenched, his pain quite evident in 
his voice.
	Holly pulled her head back, looking into his eyes, pressing her 
face to his, touching his nose seductively with her own.  She kissed 
him softly on the lips, and she brought her thighs together closer still 
around his waist, letting him feel her lips curl into a little smile as he 
gasped and voiced his discomfort.  She bullied him with her thighs, 
pulling her face back to look into his eyes, whispering throatily, her 
breath on his face, "Beg.  Now.  Beg Holly to stop hurting you."  She 
crossed her legs savagely, moaning with pleasure at his inhuman 
yelps of pain, his tears as they fell freely over her shoulders and 
breasts.
	"Oh, please," he gasped, his face pressed helplessly against 
her throat.  "Please stop hurting me.  I'll do anything, Holly.  I'm so 
sorry, just please don't hurt me anymore."
	She smiled at his pleading, bringing her calves in possessively 
against his back, holding her thighs in tight against the sides of his 
body as he struggled unsuccessfully for breath against her.  "More," 
she said firmly, her lips against his forehead.
	"God, please," he wept, completely defeated and defenseless 
as the beautiful woman sat comfortably on his lap.  "I beg you, 
Holly."
	Holly sighed with arousal, crushing the big, helpless man 
between her silky legs.  "Oh," she said, "that's it.  Beg more, tough 
guy.  Say my name again."
	"Please, Holly," he whimpered obediently against her neck.  
"Please stop hurting me.  I'll do anything.  I promise you, Holly.  
Anything."
	She looked powerfully into his eyes, breathing easily as she 
forced tears from him, watching them flow down his cheeks, feeling 
them fall onto her neck, down her breasts and tummy.  Holly released 
him suddenly, rising to her feet, and he fell to the floor on his side, a 
weak, trembling shell of a man.
	She sat on the floor next to him, and scooted over to where his 
head lay, his tears still flowing freely as he sobbed from the pain, and 
the shame of being used so by a sexy young woman.  She moved her 
hand to his head, entwining her fingers with his hair, as he looked up 
at her fearfully.  Holly lifted his head from the floor, and she brought 
one of her legs beneath it, kicking the other across the opposite side 
of his face.  She turned his head up firmly, so that she could look into 
his eyes, as she lay on the floor, resting comfortably on her side.
	"Lick me," she said softly, sternly.  "Lick me now.  Do it 
because you have to.  Because I'll hurt you more, for certain, if you 
don't."
	She pulled his face in against her crotch, wrapping her legs 
around his head, forcing it sideways as she lay on the floor.  She 
pulled him against herself with authority, locking her ankles behind 
his head as she begun to flex her thighs against the sides of his face.
	Vince complied quickly, putting his tongue inside of her, 
licking her sex obediently as she lay with her legs wrapped around his 
face, hugging his head possessively between her powerful thighs.  She 
gasped with pleasure, never taking her eyes from his, shaking his 
head violently between her thighs when he averted his own eyes from 
her.  She looked down at him, forcing him to look up at her as he 
sucked her obediently, trapped, defeated between her lovely legs.
	As he continued to service her, Holly slowly increased the 
pressure on his head, sighing with arousal as his moans of discomfort, 
his entreaties to her, were muffled against her sex.  She moaned as 
she looked down into his eyes, bringing her legs together, flexing the 
muscles in her thighs, causing him immense pain, yet leaving him no 
choice but to continue to lap at her sex obediently.
	When she felt herself near yet another climax, Holly clamped 
down on his head with terrific force, looking into his eyes all the 
while, letting him see the pleasure on her face as she crushed his head 
between her thighs, forcing him to suffer this one last great indignity, 
his body weak and broken, his head trapped between the legs of a 
beautiful young woman, unable to do anything but to lick her sex like 
a little puppy.
	His eyes widened as she squeezed him harder still.  He 
stopped licking her, but Holly did not care.  She climaxed against his 
face as she crushed his skull between her thighs, looking into his eyes 
all the while, watching them with great interest until they went dull, 
and his body went limp.  Only then did she release him, rising to her 
feet, noting with satisfaction that his tongue was still extended from 
his mouth.  Even as she crushed the life from him, his final efforts 
had been to continue licking her, to appease her.
	Holly found her gym bag, and she coolly withdrew a towel, 
wiping the perspiration from her body.  She turned to look at the four 
men whom she had totally defeated and humiliated, their broken, 
lifeless bodies strewn about the gym, and she turned to go.  As she 
shut off the lights and exited silently through the front door, she 
sighed with satisfaction, saying to herself, "Well, perhaps tonight 
wasn't such a bad workout after all."