The Evolution of a Dominant Woman

[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.]

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    "Hey, come on Lynn, let's wrestle," Paul said with a laugh as he assumed a 
wrestlers stance in the middle of the room.  "It's your chance to show me that I 
really am the couch potato that you always claim I am."

    Lynn looked over at her boyfriend.  She had been dating Paul for a couple of 
weeks.  They had met in a club near the college they both attended.  Lynn was a 
senior finishing up a degree in Exercise Physiology.  She had been on 
scholarship as a gymnast, but had given it up when her studies got rough.  It 
was at that point that she had turned to bodybuilding as an outlet for her 
tension.  She was already quite muscular and it seemed a natural progression.  
She loved the way it made her body feel to move the weights around and she 
progressed quickly.  After several years, she now impressed all of the guys in 
the gym with the impressive amount of weight she could lift.  

    "I don't know," Lynn replied.  "I don't know anything about wrestling."  Her 
body had also progressed well.  At 21 she was in undoubtedly the best shape of 
her life.  She weighed a hard and ripped 147 pounds on her 5'5" frame.  Her 
arms were decently muscled, not huge but well defined.  Her abs were rock 
hard (Paul said he could probably bounce a quarter off of them) and her chest 
was solid.  She had actually lost a cup size since she had started working out, 
but the increase in her back width and muscularity still gave her a larger 
overall bust size than previously.  And the hard pec muscles made her breasts 
stand out firm.  She was proud of the way they looked when she went without a 
bra, which was often.  Her legs were massive.  She was always getting looks 
from men at her great muscular definition and beautiful features.  More than 
one person at the gym had said she had the potential to be a top notch 
bodybuilder or fitness athlete.  Her legs had started large from the gymnastic 
background and had progressed quickly.  She only trained them sporadically 
now so they wouldn't become even more out of balance when compared to the 
rest of her body.  Her thighs appeared (and were) immense and she was having 
problems finding pants that fit correctly.  They just don't make pants with a 
waist as small as hers with thigh and calve areas large enough for her.  In 
addition her quads were so rock hard and defined that she could see the 
muscles clearly outlined in some of her tighter jeans.  

    It was her legs that first attracted Paul to Lynn.  They were incredible, and 
were only matched by her beautiful face and outgoing personality.  The two of 
them had hit it off fairly well, but neither saw it as anything really long term.  
Paul was a graduate student, finishing up an MBA and an Engineering degree.  
He was nice and a lot of fun, Lynn thought.  He was cute, if kind of soft in the 
middle.  His days as a high school athlete were becoming farther and farther 
behind him, and his current habits of intense studying followed by intense 
partying did little to keep his body in shape.  Still, at 5'10" and around 175 
pounds he was still a good looking man.  And quite well endowed, Lynn had 
found out.  He was also into playful little contests like this.

    After some more teasing and cajoling Lynn agreed to the tussle.  She wore 
only a short pair of workout shorts and a tank top that stopped at her heavily 
muscled midriff.  Paul was in shorts and a T-shirt.

    Paul controlled the early action of the fight.  It was more playful and teasing 
than serious at this point.  They alternately tickled and laughed at each other as 
they rolled around the floor.  Paul would apply various holds and tell Lynn 
what he was doing.

    "That's a grapevine," Paul said as he twined his legs in hers and attempted to 
stretch her legs apart.  Lynn smiled knowing that her legs were far stronger and 
more flexible than Paul's.  Still, Paul continued the wrestling lesson.  Slowly he 
began to realize that Lynn was even more powerful than she appeared.  His half 
nelson was unable to flip her onto her back.  His scissors did little to dent her 
armor like abs and even his best squeeze did nothing to her.  

    "Is it supposed to tickle like that," Lynn laughed as she removed his legs 
from his middle and flipped him over.  Paul began to struggle harder and 
harder, he didn't want this contest becoming evidence that she actually was 
stronger than him.  He wasn't sure his male ego could handle that.  He was the 
man, for god sake, and bigger than her to boot.

    Lynn felt the change in the mood of the match but she was more amused 
than concerned.  Paul was struggling hard now and was becoming winded as he 
applied hold after hold.  She made a mental note of each and was able to break 
each with little effort.  Am I really this much stronger than him, she thought?  
The possibility left her feeling strangely aroused and she began to feel the 
moisture between her legs.

    As she slipped out of one of Paul's holds Lynn found her legs around his 
midsection.  Playfully, she crossed her ankles and squeezed her thighs with all 
her strength.

    "AIIEEEE!  STOP IT!  STOP IT!  YOU'RE KILLING ME!" Paul screamed.  
He pounded his fists on her thighs hoping to dislodge them.  They bounced off 
with no effect, their steely hardness only serving to hurt his hands.

    At first Lynn thought he was kidding.  Then she saw the look on Paul's face 
and quickly released him.  He gasped in air and lay on his side moaning.

    "My God you're strong.  I never felt anything like that in my life," he 
managed to gasp.  He wasn't lying.  Her squeeze had been the most intense pain 
he had ever felt.  "Man, honey you didn't have to try and kill me.  We were just 
playing around."

    Lynn knew this wasn't exactly true.  He had been trying to hurt her, he just 
didn't have the strength that she did.  This revelation stuck the girl hard.  She 
had made him submit in 5 seconds just by squeezing her legs.  She had never 
felt so powerful in her life.  A part of her felt sorry for Paul, but the greater part 
of her was rejoicing in her power and abilities.  "I'm sorry, Paul," she managed 
to say without laughing.  "We can quit if you're not up to it."

    Paul could hear the laughter in her voice.  He knew he had to do something 
to redeem himself in her eyes.  And in his eyes too, for that matter.  He was the 
man, the dominant sex.  He couldn't let her do this to him without a fight.

    "No, I'm all right, you just caught me in a bad position.  Let's try again."  His 
side was still hurting, but he got up and came at her again.  This time there was 
no joviality in his expression.  He clearly wanted to show his girlfriend who 
was the boss.

    That was fine for Lynn.  She knew that his surrender was no fluke and that 
she could do it again with ease.  Her cunt tingled as she thought of what she 
could do to him with her muscles.

    As Paul grappled with Lynn he soon found he was unable to gain any 
advantage.  Her recent victory had seemed to make her even stronger somehow.  
Her new found confidence and feelings of dominant power were energizing her.  
Paul became worried that she really was stronger than him.  He was soon 
struggling with all of his might just to stay away from those killer legs of hers.

    It was useless.  She easily maneuvered his head between her thighs.  Paul 
tried to quickly give up before she could lock her ankles and hurt him again.  "I 
give" he cried.

    Lynn was having none of it.  "Oh come on I haven't even started yet," she 
said as she slowly increased the pressure on Paul's skull.  She found that she 
could keep him trapped using only a small portion of her total power.  The 
feeling of strength coursed through her as she alternately squeezed and released 
his head.  Paul was yelling his surrender, but she wasn't ready to let him up yet.

    "Come on already, I give up," Paul pleaded.  "You've proved your point.  Let 
me up already.  This is going too far.  PLEASE!"  Paul was in real trouble.  He 
was unable to move his head and the pain was becoming unbearable.  He was 
frantic in his movements but her legs were just too strong.  The feeling of 
powerlessness made him feel sick to his stomach.

    "I'll decide what's too far thank you," she teased.  "Besides I'm really starting 
to enjoy this."  She squeezed him hard and made him yell in pain.  Finally 
when his efforts were almost at a complete stop she let go.

    Paul crawled away from her as fast as he could.  He was in pain, ashamed, 
and furious at the same time.  He lashed out at the beautiful woman he had 
called his girlfriend, "cut it out you lezzie dyke bitch," he screamed.  He knew 
it was a mistake as soon as he had said it.

    Lynn's look changed from amusement to anger.  "How dare you," she yelled 
at him.  "After all of the times we have had sex, how dare you call me that - 
you know it's not true.  Just because I'm stronger than you.  You can't handle it, 
isn't that right.  You can't handle that the little girl is stronger than you.  Well 
that's tough," she continued as she stalked Paul who was rapidly crawling away 
from her.  "Because I'm going to show you just how strong I am."

    Paul was scared to death.  The look on her face told him she was serious.  He 
was amazed to realize that he was frightened of what this pretty young woman 
could do to him.  He frantically tried to take back his remarks as he backed 
away from her.  She appeared to be unable to hear him at this point.

    In reality the realization that he was actually frightened of her turned her on 
so immensely she was on the verge of an orgasm!  He was afraid of her!  She 
mulled it over in her mind and realized that she loved this sensation.  She 
wanted it to last as long as possible.  As she approached Paul his hands were 
outstretched in supplication.

    If he had thought she was strong before, she was unbelievable now.  It was if 
she had somehow drained his body of every ounce of his strength and 
transferred it to herself.  He tried to fend her off, but she was simply 
overpowering.  

    Lynn put him into each and every hold Paul had showed her earlier.  The 
difference was that each time, he was unable to break loose and screamed his 
submission.  Like he had done before she named each hold to him as she 
applied them to his overclassed body.

    In succession Paul submitted to her totally.  Hold after hold he conceded to 
her power.  Paul lost count of the number of times he surrendered to his 
gorgeous tormentress.  He couldn't understand why she was doing this to him.  
He didn't realize that by submitting he was feeding her feelings of lust and 
power.  Not that he was able to do anything about her moves anyway.  Tears 
were running down Paul's face as he cried to her in agony.  The beating must 
have lasted about a half an hour.  Paul lost track of time as the woman beat 
him.

    Her headlock almost caved in his head.  Her arm lock left his arms hanging 
almost uselessly at his sides.  Her surfboard made him scream in agony.  He 
couldn't believe that she had never wrestled before this night.  She pinned his 
body to the floor and held him there for minutes at a time.  He was pinned as 
tightly as if his body was nailed to the ground.  At one point she tore off all his 
clothes.  He could make no move to stop her.  She then sat her pussy on his face 
and forced him to pleasure her.  He thought he was going to pass out before her 
body shuddered and his face was covered with her orgasm.  She used holds he 
hadn't even used on her.  But the worst were when she used her legs.  Her 
scissors were pure torture.  He felt sure she was going to damage him 
permanently and he was powerless to stop her.  He knew now that he was 
hopelessly outclasses and his only hope was to somehow catch her unaware and 
gain the upper hand.  Somewhere in his pain addled brain he still held his 
belief that the man was stronger.

    "I believe this one is called a grapevine," she said as she intertwined her legs 
around his and spread them with all of her power.  From this position she could 
feel his body trembling underneath her.  She watched his face as he wailed and 
screamed in pain.  She felt the powerful sensations coursing through her body 
with a shudder.  "I really like this one, I can watch you suffer."  She spread his 
legs even farther and pushed her body hard onto his.  She could feel his 
erection beneath her.  At some level he was enjoying this.  This shouldn't be 
she thought.  He shouldn't receive any pleasure from this.

    "Please stop," Paul cried his voice growing hoarse.  "You're breaking my 
legs.  I can't take any more.  You're too powerful for me.  Please stop."  He 
began to cry like a baby.

    She was surprised to see that she felt no remorse for him.  Her feelings of 
power left no room for that.  She made him cry his surrender a few more times.  
He cried "Uncle" and "Auntie" as she asked.  He would do anything she 
wanted.  Finally she let him go.

    Paul lay on the ground for ten minutes.  Finally he was able to get to his 
knees.  He looked up to see Lynn standing in front of him, her hands on her 
hips.  She didn't even appear to be the same woman anymore.  The look on her 
face was different.  Still incredibly sexy, but more animalistic.  Like a predator 
stalking her prey.  "Are you ready to admit that I am your superior," she crowed 
down at him.  

    Something about the smug look on her face sent one last surge of rage 
through Paul.  He summoned up all of his remaining strength and sent a punch 
hurtling into her midsection.  It landed weakly and ineffectually, not even 
forcing her to step back.  Her expression never changed.  

    "Warn me next time, I'll tense my muscles," she laughed.  This last 
realization was almost too much for Lynn.  She was all powerful.  There was 
nothing he could do to her.  "Now get up wimp, and try that again," she 
commanded.

    Paul wobbled unsteadily onto his feet.  Barely able to stand he approached 
her.  She still stood hands on her hips inviting him to punch her again.  Unsure 
as to why he bothered he delivered his best shot into her hard abdomen.  It 
bounced off, the thud sounding as if had hit a hard wall.  His hand stung but 
the smile never left her face.  "Again," she commanded.  "You can do better 
than that."

    But he quickly found that was not.  He sent punch after punch into her body.  
She made no move to block them, and none had any noticeable effect on her.  It 
would have looked ridiculous to an onlooker.  The taller man so obviously 
controlled by the beautiful girl.  He once tried to hit her face, but she blocked it 
easily.  The look on her face made it plain he should not try that again.  He 
punched again and again, grunting with effort.  Finally, exhausted he slumped 
to the ground unable to lift his arms and legs.

    She laughed at his prone form.  "I didn't even have to touch you to put you 
down.  What a wimp you are.  Here let's try something."  She took Paul's arms 
and pulled him on top of her.  She lay on the ground her back to the floor and 
her arms outstretched.  "Try and stop me, before I think of a new punishment 
for you."

    Paul pressed down with the little strength he had left in his body.  He should 
have been able to stop her he thought.  I am bigger, I have all the leverage from 
this angle he thought as she began to press up from his grasp.  He struggled 
ineffectually as she lifted him a little at a time laughing at his weak pathetic 
efforts.

    "That feels so good, honey," she taunted.  "I can feel your body shaking from 
the effort, yet I'm hardly even trying.  You should see your expression," she 
laughed at Paul's red-faced grimace as he attempted to stop her power.  "Your 
face is so nice and red, I just can't describe the feelings I have.  I really have to 
thank you for introducing me to this."  She continued to push Paul up.  She 
eventually lifted him right off the ground.  She stood up and lifted his feeble 
body over her head.  The feelings of power immense in her every fiber.

    Paul looked down at her in awe.  She held his body aloft with seemingly 
little effort.  Even after all of this activity she still had this much in reserve.  
She truly was incredible.  He knew there was nothing he could do to her.  She 
was completely his superior in every way.  Paul knew his place was to worship 
this muscle goddess.  Suddenly she slammed his body to the mat.  Paul moaned 
in new pain.

    "Sorry, I couldn't resist," she purred.  As she came back towards him, he 
began to grovel at her feet, kissing her feet and calves and massaging her legs.  
She let him, liking this new feeling as well.

    "Please stop," he cried.  "You're stronger than me.  I can never hope to 
compete with you.  Please stop hurting me and I'll do anything you want," he 
pleaded.  He continued to trace her muscles with his tongue, marveling anew at 
their hardness and definition.  How did I ever think I could compete with her, 
he thought as he continued his ministrations.

   Lynn reveled in the feelings in her powerful body.  "Of course you'll do 
everything I want, "she replied.  "That's as it should be, wimp."  This man at 
her feet groveling for her mercy felt right somehow.  Like how it was supposed 
to be.  Later she would use his body for her pleasure, but right now she basked 
in her power.  This is an intoxicating power, she thought as she caressed the 
head of her new slave.  It could become an addiction.  She knew she would 
need to feel this sensation again and again.

Men beware!

The End