Little Bundle Of Power

[The attached story is a fantasy.  That is to say it is one of my fantasies.  If 
this isn't your fantasy that is fine.  But DON'T write and tell me why you didn't 
like the fantasy or the situation.  They are what excites me and I don't expect 
them to impact you the same way.  DO write and tell me where the writing 
sucks, or where you would have done something differently to improve the 
story - I am trying to get better at this.  I am not a professional writer, although 
I'm told the only difference is that I don't get paid for this.  If you like stories of 
women far stronger and more skilled than the men they meet, you may find 
some enjoyment in these stories.  Many of these stories are extremely violent, 
explicit, and graphic in nature.  You must be over 18 to read this.]

Send comments to: MilesEn@aol.com


(This is a happy story, really it is)

The character of Eve is based on Bodybuilder Eve Polmar, star of the Utopia 
Entertainment video, "Eve of Destruction".  Check it out, she's incredible.  

    "I'm sorry, Eve, I just don't think this is going to work out," the man's voice 
said.  He was a fairly large man, around 6'2" in height, over 200 pounds, and 
decently muscled.  He obviously worked out hard and had the body of an 
athlete.  He was handsome, with dark hair and a pleasant face.  His hard body 
and cute face was sure to make him popular with the ladies.

    "I'm sorry to hear that, Ethan," the woman replied.  She was even more 
impressive.  Almost a foot smaller than the man, she was well muscled with 
incredible definition.  She was wearing a tight halter top that accentuated her 
upper bodies dense musculature.  Her arms were large and well peaked, even 
unflexed as they were now.  The top showed her awesome chest development, 
her pecs were upthrust on slabs of muscle and showed carved ridges that led 
into her cleavage.  Her abs were shredded, demonstrating a combination of 
hard work and genetic perfection.  Her legs were equally defined with huge 
thighs and sleek, sexy calves.  The short skirt she had on let the bottom of her 
large and incredibly firm glute muscles show through.  Her hair was blonde and 
fell to the middle of her back.  Her facial features were stunning and she could 
easily have been a model, which she was, even without the muscular, 
curvaceous body she possessed.  Her voice was sweet and feminine, with the 
hint of an eastern accent.  "What seems to be the problem?" she asked.

    "Well," Ethan replied, "You may be about the most beautiful bodybuilding 
woman I have ever seen, but I don't think you can give me what I'm looking 
for."

    "What are you looking for, Ethan, - and thanks," she crossed her legs as she 
talked.  Her calves and thighs bunching with power as she moved.  Ethan 
watched her body with obvious delight.

    "You have the muscles, but look at me," he pointed at his body.  "I'm 6'2" 
and 220 pounds and pretty strong if I do say so myself.  I'm looking for a 
woman who can overpower me completely.  Who can make me feel weak and 
powerless.  Someone who can make me surrender and feel what it's like to 
struggle against a woman with all my strength and come out second best.  I 
want to actually feel afraid of what she can do to me with her strength.  I don't 
think you're big enough to do this.  It's no good if I have to let you win."

    "That won't be a problem, Ethan.  I can assure you that you won't have to 
LET me do anything."  Her voice made it clear that she obviously believed what 
she said.

    "Oh, come on," Ethan replied sarcastically.  "I mean how big are you?"

    "I am 5'3" tall and was 140 pounds as of this morning.  But," she leaned in 
close to the man, "I have more strength and ability than you can possibly 
imagine.  Way more than enough to fulfill all of your fantasies."

    Ethan sat back as the woman moved towards him.  She certainly appeared 
confident and had an unmistakable air of dominance that he found incredibly 
arousing.  "I would like to think that's true, but I'm not sure I believe it."

    "Why don't we try something," Eve replied.  "We wrestle, and if you win, 
even one fall, you owe me nothing.  If I win and make you give, you owe me 
double the original rate."

    "If I win, its free?" he questioned.  The manner in which the man licked his 
lips and surveyed the woman's fantastic musculature indicating that the thought 
of feeling her body in a wrestling match was not the most unappealing idea he 
had ever heard.

    "That's right, she breathed sexily.  "But WHEN I win you owe me $500.00.  
Come on big man, what do you have to lose.  If you win, its no skin off your 
back.  But if I win you get your dream come true.  For $500.00 that's a 
bargain."

    Ethan found her voice and overwhelming beauty intoxicating, and agreed.  
Even though $500.00 would just about take every penny he had brought with 
him on his vacation.  He didn't really think he was going to lose, I mean she's 
half my size he thought as he changed into shorts and wrestling shoes.  As he 
walked back out and saw Eve his breath caught at the sight of her.  She had on 
a one piece, striped red and white bathing suit that ran up over the shoulders 
and barely covered each breast.  Her abs were showing and Ethan swore that he 
could see each individual muscle, the definition was so extreme.  It ran high on 
the glutes and exposed nearly all of her muscled legs.  Beating her may even be 
worth the money, just to get to feel that body up close, he thought as he did 
some stretching exercises.

    Eve looked at his shoes and his stretching.  "You've done some wrestling," 
she commented as she stretched her own body.  The muscles bulged obscenely 
with each move of her cultured body.  The definition appeared even more 
pronounced as she flexed.  Veins began to appear on her arms and legs as she 
pumped blood into her body.  She began to feel the rush of adrenaline that 
accompanied each match.  He was big and probably skilled, but he didn't count 
on just how strong she was, she thought.  And she knew that no one could 
match her wrestling skills.

    Ethan stopped and watched her appreciatively.  "Yes ma'am.  I was a state 
champion in high school and did pretty well in college.  There's no way anyone 
you're size could really thrash me.  No offense," he added hastily noticing the 
look in her eye.

    "It's going to be so much fun, changing your mind big boy.  Come on let's 
get started."  Eve circled round the big man.  Normally she let her clients have 
a chance to put her in some holds before she overpowered them.  She would 
grapple with them for a while and let them feel like they had a chance.  But if 
Ethan wanted to feel helpless, she was going to show him what it was really 
like.  Besides his lack of belief was a challenge she couldn't pass up.

    Ethan circled her and mat her in the center of the room in a traditional lock-
up.  He expected her to try and avoid his rushes, since he was so much larger, 
and kept in good balance as he went to hook up with her.  She surprised him by 
meeting his rush head-on.  He noted how extremely hard her body was, and the 
enticing way the muscles bulged as she exerted herself.  She managed to throw 
Ethan back slightly by setting her legs and pushing with her arms.  For all his 
size and experience Ethan could not obtain sufficient leverage to push back and 
from his off balance position, she easily pulled him forward and put him into a 
headlock.

    Eve was a little disappointed at the ease at which she had ensnared the man's 
head.  That was a simple move, she thought.  "You must have underestimated 
me, big boy, that was simple.  Now feel some real female power," she crowed as 
she worked the head lock, pressing Ethan's face into her chest.  "It's too bad you 
can't see how pumped my muscles get as I crank you're pathetic, male head."  
She compressed hard with her arms and was glad to hear Ethan grunt in pain.  
She so loved to make men squirm.

    Ethan's eyes were half closed from the pain and pressure of the lock.  He 
couldn't get over how strong she was and how expertly she had him held.  
Normally, a standing head lock was a simple hold to counter, but as Ethan tried 
a few moves he found he was unable to extricate himself.  He hesitated at going 
for the more painful moves, like slamming his elbow into her midsection.  But 
soon he may be forced to do just that he reasoned, as his face became numb 
between her arms and steely hard chest.  In all his experience he had never 
been in a lock so tight, he was impressed and incredibly turned on.

    Sensing his growing weariness, Eve flipped him over her hip and onto the 
mat.  From here she could really put some leverage into the hold.  She spread 
her legs and formed a wide base.  Ethan struggled but she knew he had only a 
fraction of the power necessary to break her hold.  She was impressed that he 
had held out this long.  She was squeezing with all she had and he hadn't given 
up yet.  "Feel it," she taunted.  "Feel those feminine muscles as they crush your 
skull.  You better give it up before I really start to squeeze," she lied.  "Come on 
Ethan, how does it feel?  I can't hear you."

    Ethan was in tremendous pain.  His hands probed her arms and chest and 
were unable to find any sign of weakness.  They felt amazingly hard, harder 
than Ethan thought a human body could get.  Can this woman really be 
stronger than me, he thought.  A few moments ago he would have thought that 
was impossible, now he wasn't so sure.  If anything her lock was getting even 
tighter.  Fearing she could sap all his strength this way, Ethan gave up.  "I 
give," he mumbled unable to open his mouth completely to talk.

    "What's that, Ethan?  I can't hear you, did you say harder?"  She clamped 
down a few more moments making the man yell out his submission a few more 
times.  Finally she let go and jumped lightly to her feet.  A light sheen of 
perspiration had begun to form on her body, making it even more erotic as she 
stretched her muscles.  "I thought you were going to be more of a challenge.  
Still think I'm too small to give you your fantasy?"

    "Well you bitch," Ethan replied, rubbing his chin to get some feeling back.  
"You had me in real trouble there.  I'm ready for you now."

    "What did you call me," Eve's voice had dropped about an octave and the 
look on her face had turned from amusement to anger.  "No one calls me a 
bitch.  Do you hear?  No one!"  It was time to begin showing the big man what 
it was like to fear a female's muscles.  She wasn't really mad, but she wanted 
him to think that she was.  She flexed every muscle in her body as hard as she 
could and slowly stalked the man.

    Ethan was startled by the transformation, suddenly she looked fierce and 
predatory.  Her muscles even appeared more forbidding as she approached him.  
He backed off, "I didn't mean anything by it, it's just an expression."  To a 
viewer it would have looked humorous.  The large, well built man retreating 
from the smaller woman.  "Let's just calm down here."  He put out his hands in 
a placating manner.

    Eve slapped his hands away and quickly stepped in putting the man in a bear 
hug.  She squeezed her arms and was gratified to hear the air whoosh out of his 
lungs.  She felt his back arch and the rest of his body tense as the pain hit 
home.  This was Eve's favorite hold.  It was true she could do much more 
damage with her legs, but it was always a kick to take a man down with just the 
power of her upper body.  She loved the intimate contact of the bear hug.  As 
the air left the man's body and he became unable to resist he melded closer and 
closer to her muscular frame.  She took in a deep breath and flexed her chest as 
well as constricted with her arms.  She could feel her pecs press into Ethan, the 
nipples digging into his chest.  She knew her body was not the one giving way 
and she loved the sensation.  She could also feel Ethan's arousal and had to 
admit the she was becoming incredibly turned on as well.

    "How does it feel," she breathed into his ear.  "I love it, you feel so weak and 
tiny as I crush you with my little hug.  What's the matter big boy?  Is the little 
girl too much for you?"  Ethan's only response was to grunt in pain as she 
alternately flexed and released her arms.  He was almost completely out of air 
now as each time she squeezed he gasped and her arms tightened a little 
further.  "I'll teach you that no one calls me a bitch.  I hope you have good 
medical insurance."  She laughed as she felt Ethan's body almost collapse 
against her own.

    Ethan was in real pain.  Her hold was unbreakable, he tried every counter he 
could think of but she was just too strong.  As his mind registered this he still 
found it hard to believe.  She was crushing him with ease.  His dream was 
coming true, this woman was pummeling him with her muscles.  As he found 
himself unable to breathe he began to panic and pounded his fists on her back 
and screamed his surrender.  "Please," he gasped in a barely audible whisper.  
"I can't breathe, please stop, you're too strong."  His hands bounced off her iron 
back with no effect.  "PLEASE!!"

    Eve laughed at her victim.  "Oh keep doing that," she said about his feeble 
attempts to hit her.  "It feels so good.  You men are all the same, a little squeeze 
and you give up.  I know dozens of women who could beat you without even 
working up a sweat.  But I'm going to show you just how weak you are.  You're 
going to regret showing up here before I'm done."  Ethan was swooning from 
the lack of air and had given up his screams.  Eve continued, knowing that she 
was the only thing holding him up right now.  Just before she felt he was going 
to pass out she released him and he slumped to the ground.

    Ethan greedily gulped in air.  His back and ribs throbbed in pain as he 
gasped in an attempt to re-inflate his lungs.  "You're incredible," he managed 
to pant to the supreme form standing over him.  He was aroused as he had ever 
remembered being.

    "I'm just getting started."  She let him have a few moments to recover before 
starting again.  "Do you apologize for calling me a bitch."

    "Oh God yes, I'm sorry," Ethan pleaded.  He wouldn't have thought it 
possible that she could have reduced him to this so quickly if even at all.  He 
was truly begin to fear what this muscular goddess could do to him.  He was 
also a little humiliated at the ease she had done this to him, and he wanted a 
chance to redeem himself.  He wasn't sure if he was up to the challenge in his 
currently weakened condition.

    "I don't think you mean it," Eve replied.  "But you will, you will give 
yourself to me completely and totally before I'm through.  Now let's continue 
the lesson."  She plopped herself down onto Ethan's body and spread his legs 
apart with her own.  She rolled him onto his back and held his arms down.  She 
stared at his face as he tried to get up.  His pathetic attempts made her smile 
grow wider.  His face got red as he pushed with all of his male might.  But the 
female still held him securely to the ground.  "You can't even budge me, you 
are so weak.  What a wimp," she laughed.  "I thought you were supposed to be 
a wrestler.  Maybe I could find someone your own strength to wrestle.  Like my 
ten year old niece.  No, she would probably be too much for you.  Come on 
struggle, you feel so cute down there."  She rubbed her pelvis across Ethan's 
crotch.  "Oh, you're enjoying this aren't you?"

    Ethan was amazed that he couldn't move.  Her legs kept him from twisting 
and she had positioned herself somehow so he was unable to roll out of her 
grasp.  Her arms kept his pinned as effectively as if he was nailed to the 
ground.  He gasped and strained, but she would not move.  It was the most 
humiliating and arousing experience he had ever had in his entire life.  If she 
continued to grind herself against his crotch he was going to cum.  She was the 
most amazing woman he had ever met and she was going to force him to 
ejaculate into his shorts.  He pushed with all his might and whispered, "I can't 
believe this, you're so amazing."

    Eve could feel him growing hard beneath her.  She rubbed her steely muscles 
against his hardness.  "You better believe it.  Can you feel my hard muscles 
against you," she breathed in a sexy voice.  "You can't move, it looks like a pin.  
One, come on move me, Two, you're so weak, I can't believe it.  Three, I could 
count to a hundred and you would still be stuck here.  What a wimp.  Four... 
Five... Six...,"  She continued to count as she pumped her body expertly against 
Ethan's member.  "I bet you can't last until twenty," she teased.  "Ten... 
Eleven..."

    Ethan was becoming more embarrassed.  She could tell how aroused he was 
yet he had no ability to do anything about it.  She was going to make him cum 
and he was powerless to prevent it.  It was a dream, but he didn't want to look 
like such a weakling in front of this beautiful woman.  He still had too much 
male superiority drilled into him to give up.  He loved her strength but he was 
supposed to be the conqueror.  But she was simply way too powerful.  She held 
him easily, while he was almost exhausted from trying to get up.  He grew hard 
and knew it was only a matter of time.  The combination of her sexy voice and 
incredible body was too much.  At the count of 29 he shot into his shorts.  

    Eve felt him release.  She got off his body and stood over him.  "That's such 
a good boy.  The weak little boy likes his big muscle mama.  If you kiss my feet 
maybe I'll do it to you again."  She placed her foot into the man's face.

    He slapped her foot away angrily.  "I'm not kissing anyone's foot," he spat.  
"You proved you're stronger than me, but I'm nobody's slave."  Obviously this 
was a sore spot to the man.

    Eve took it as another challenge.  "We'll see who's a slave.  Now kiss my foot 
before I get mad.  Admit it, that's what you want to be controlled and 
dominated.  You can't resist me and you love it."

    Ethan got to his feet and pushed the woman away.  "I'll admit you turn me 
on something fierce.  But I don't bow down to anyone.  Besides, that's only the 
first rounds, I'm still going to get this encounter for free," he challenged as he 
jumped at the woman.  Eve stepped away and tripped the big man to the floor.

    Eve was impressed with his gumption, even if he wasn't particularly bright.  
Most men would have gotten the idea that she was superior to them by now.  
She straddled his head with her thighs and compressed.  She placed her hands 
under his midsection  and lifted it in the air.  She tightened on his head and 
stomach at the same time.  "You don't seem to learn.  I'm too much for you.  
Just admit it."  She crunched hard on his head.  He yelled in pain.  "Guess some 
people have to learn the hard way."  She doubled her efforts on his head, 
squatting a little to get maximum impact from her thighs.  The muscles bulged 
and she loved the sensation of the man's head between her thighs.  She really 
got into it and quickly reduced Ethan to screams.

    "OWWWW!, stop, stop, please.  It hurts.  You're crushing my head."  Ethan 
screamed in pain.  He had never felt anything like the incredible pain he was in 
right this moment.  Eve relented and dropped him to the mat.  Ethan saw stars 
and was dizzy as Eve grabbed his body and lifted it off the mat.  She put his 
tired body on her shoulders and walked around the floor.  "What are you going 
to do now," Ethan asked fearfully once he got a little of his wits back.  He now 
realized she could do anything she wanted to him and he was powerless to 
prevent it.  It was arousing but more frightening to realize.

    Eve let him struggle for a few moments before continuing.  "I saw this move 
on TV.  I believe Lex Luger called it the Rack."  She placed her hands on top of 
Ethan and pulled down as she lifted up with her shoulders.  She felt his body 
bend as she pulled, and his screams testified to the fact that it was a painful 
maneuver.  She made a note to remember this hold.  It didn't take a lot of effort 
and Ethan's reaction assured her it was lethal.

    "Oh GOD!" Ethan cried.  He was wrong, THIS was the worst pain he had 
ever felt in his life.  His body felt like it was being torn apart as she laughed 
and taunted his weakness.  He was beginning to not care about being called a 
wimp, anything to make the pain stop.  "Please, I give," he renewed.  I'll do 
anything you want."

    Eve was a little disappointed at the speed of his capitulation.  I thought he 
had more than that, she thought as she dropped him to the mat.  He lay there 
twitching and moaning in pain.  She encircled his stomach with her thighs and 
wrapped her arm around his head.  She squeezed her legs as she pulled his 
body apart with her arm.  "Not yet, you don't give up," she informed him.  "Feel 
my thighs, feel their incredible power as I crush you."  She flexed her legs as 
Ethan obediently rubbed his hands along her muscles.  "Tell me how they feel."

    "It hurts," was Ethan's only reply.

    "I know it hurts, you wimp.  Tell me how my body feels.  Tell me how sexy I 
am before I really decide to crush you."  As a little warning she flexed once as 
hard as she could causing Ethan to scream in a high pitched voice.  "Start 
pleading for your life, big man."

    "Please stop, you're so strong.  I can't believe how strong you are.  You're 
muscles are so sexy," Ethan pleaded, his hands searching for a way to remove 
her legs from his middle.  "I want you so bad, but I'm too weak.  Please stop."

    "What about the money?" Eve asked.

    "$500.00 you deserve it.  Just please stop."

    "I think I want a thousand now.  You're certainly in no position to argue.  
Don't you agree wimp.  Tell me you're a wimp."  She again squeezed Ethan, 
feeling his midsection bow a little.  She knew how to apply this hold to cause 
maximum pain but with little long term effect.

    All Ethan knew was that it hurt.  "But I don't have a thousand dollars."

    "You shouldn't have told me than, Ethan," Eve squeezed even harder.  "Now 
I may have to punish you some more.  I may kill you just by accident, you being 
such a wimp and all."  She flexed with all her might and Ethan started to wave 
his arms frantically in the air.

    "I'll get it, I'll get it," he screamed at the top of his lungs.  "I'm a wimp.  I'm 
a wimp!!  Please stop, don't hurt me any more."  He tried to continue pleading 
as the air left his body once again.  He was frantic, but totally powerless to stop 
him.  This is it he thought as the edges of his vision began to grow dark.  I'm 
going to die.  He passed out.

    Eve released him when he passed out, as always the moment of a male's 
ultimate submission had turned her on to the point of no return.  She felt the 
need to orgasm burn inside of her as Ethan began to stir.  She kicked off her 
clothes and stood before him naked.  She wasn't done with him yet.

    Ethan was disoriented,  where am I he thought as he looked up and saw Her.  
He saw Her incredible, naked body and remembered Her sexiness.  He also 
remembered extreme pain.  He yelped a little in fear and hugged Her legs.  "No 
more, I can't take any more.  I'll give you everything you want."

    "You've already given me everything I want, Ethan," she replied lifting his 
body to his feet.  "Now I want your life."  Ethan's eyes went wide and he began 
to thrash form her grasp. He managed to break her hold and flopped on the 
floor.  Like a scared horse he began to kick and punch blindly, she let the blows 
rain off her body with no effect.  When he tired she caught his hands and pulled 
him to his feet.  Flexing her bicep in front of his face she commanded him to 
feel it.  Ethan obediently rubbed her muscle as she slowly talked to him.  
"You're going to please me now, but not with your male tool, that's too wimpy.  
Maybe you're head can do the trick."  She roughly grasped his head and forced 
it between her legs.  "Now get to work, or you might not make it out alive."  

    Ethan felt her legs compress on his head painfully.  He worked his tongue 
into her and she pressed it in even further.  Soon she was rocking back in forth 
in ecstasy as Ethan worked.  He had never done this to a woman before and he 
was surprised to find how much it aroused him.  As she became lost in the 
throes of passion her grip became more painful and Ethan began to work more 
frantically.  He was out of air and quickly lost consciousness once again.  Eve 
felt him stop moving and finished the job by rocking his head inside her.  
"That's a man for you," she said to herself.  "Never able to complete the job 
alone."  She felt the stirrings and had to remember to release Ethan's head as 
she orgasmed, for fear that she really might kill him.  She rubbed her pussy all 
over the man's unconscious face and got up.  She went into the next room and 
changed into a new set of clothes.  She knew the impact this had on men, to 
realize they were out long enough for her to do all of this.  

    As than stirred, Eve checked out his body.  Ethan awoke and started to plead 
to her again.  "No more,  please.  You're too strong, you'll kill me."  He blinked 
at her new outfit.  "How long was I out?"

    Eve laughed.  "Don't worry, it's over.  You'll have some bruises, but nothing 
is broken."

    It took Ethan a moment to realize she wasn't going to hurt him any more.  
"I'll give you everything I have now, and get you the rest of the thousand 
dollars right away.  Really."

    Eve laughed again.  "So how did it feel to be terrorized by a muscular 
woman, everything you dreamed it would be."  She looked at his confused face 
and smiled.  "That's right, I wasn't really going to hurt you - not too badly 
anyway, you can get in too much trouble that way.  And forget the grand, just 
pay the regular amount.  It's the going rate for less than an hour.  And bedsides 
I did kind of take advantage of you there."

    Ethan looked at the clock and was amazed to see that his entire destruction 
had taken only 45 minutes.  He got dressed, feeling the pain in his body as he 
moved.  Eve laughed at his discomfort and rubbed his back as he walked.  He 
winced in expectation as she reached for him.  He really was scared, Eve 
thought, her insides tingling with the realization.  Ethan reached into his wallet 
and gave her $500.00  

    "Here, double the original rate, you deserve it.  It was more than I ever could 
have dreamed it would be," Ethan clutched his painful body for effect.  

    Eve took the money and laughed again at the big man.  "Come back any 
time," she intoned flexing her body as he went out the door.

    "Oh I will," Ethan replied as he walked out the door.  His views on women 
and the stronger sex irrevocably changed from this day forth.  "I most definitely 
will."

THE END