Lynne's Domination
By MilesEn@aol.com


[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


    It had been a warm day for the middle of winter, and the night was
similarly warm.  Puddles had formed on the driveway and around the yard
as Peter Jacoby drove in with his date, Lynne Overland.  They had been
to dinner and a movie and Pete had thought it another good date.  He and
Lynne were getting along well (although he didn't usually go this long
without trying to "bag" the girl) and he was ready to move the relationship
to the next level.  He decided he would find out how she felt about this.

    Going around the car and feeling a little playful, Pete held out his
hand to help Lynne out of the car.  Her winter coat was open showing her
new dress she had worn for the night.  "What a fantastic body,"  Pete
thought for perhaps the thousandth time that night.  It was no wonder she
was so popular as a fitness model in town.  He had seen her in ads a few
times before he met her at the gym and struck up a conversation with her.
They had hit it off and this was their second date in a week.

    Lynne stood up and Pete pressed her against the car and tried to kiss
her.  She laughed and pushed back, causing Pete to slip and land in a heap
right in the middle of a big puddle.  Lynne tried not to laugh, but didn't
succeed.

    "That's what you get for trying to take advantage of a poor defenseless
little girl.  I'm not that easy," she teased as Pete stood up.  

    Pete tried not to show that he was pissed about getting his clothes all
wet and laughed back at her.  As he stood up, he again took her hands and
attempted to push her back against the car where he could get a good angle
to kiss her.  She again resisted and Pete was surprised to see himself being
pushed backwards by the beautiful girl.  He pushed harder, but it had no
effect and he soon found himself pushed off the driveway and into a melting
snowbank.  For the second time Pete fell and landed with a splash.

    Lynne knew she was getting him mad, and she hoped she could maneuver him
into the confrontation she had been waiting for.  "I told you, I'm not the
kind of girl you can buy dinner and a movie for and get your way with," she
taunted.  "Maybe you just don't have what it takes to handle this body."

    "Maybe I just have to be more forceful," Pete said as he lunged for her
and grabbed her wrists, forcing her back a few steps.  Suddenly Pete found
himself flying over her hip and landing with a thud on the concrete.  He 
was slightly dazed and soaking wet as Lynne continued to laugh at him.

    "Come on," she said, "We better get you inside and out of those wet
clothes before you catch your death."

    Pete followed her in and stripped down to his shorts and undershirt,
giving the rest of his things to Lynne to dry out.  She went upstairs
telling him to make himself comfortable, and she would be right back.  Pete
looked around, wondering where he could make himself comfortable.  Lynne's
house had a three level arrangement with a single room on a lower level, and
the rest of the house above.  The lower room was unfurnished with a light
blue carpeting on the floor.  The only thing in the room was an exercise
bike in front of the fireplace at one end of the room.  Pete was starting to
calm down but he was still mad about being tossed into the snow so easily.
At nearly six feet and a well built 200 pounds he wasn't use to being 
treated like that.  Especially by a girl a head shorter and at least 60 
pounds lighter than him.  My feet were slipping in these shoes, he reasoned.
No way she could push me back like that.  Maybe she likes it rough, he 
thought.  Well if it got him a a chance to bed her, he didn't mind taking a
bath in the street, or roughing up a beautiful girl (he'd done it before - 
hadn't he?).  He flexed his body and laughed, I'll show her what this body
can do.

    Lynne threw his clothes into the bathroom and changed her own clothes.
She put on a revealing two piece workout suit chosen just for this occasion.
She looked at herself in the full length mirror, knowing the impact her body
made on men.  At five feet eight inches and 135 pounds she had, in her 
humble opinion, an almost perfect body.  Her breasts were large and full but
were well supported by a broad back and shoulders.  She was muscular, not as
big as a bodybuilder, but well defined and rock hard everywhere.  Her
particular favorites on her body were her abs and her glutes.  She had
washboard abs that were "steel belted" from situp routines that would make
Herschel Walker envious.  Her glutes were firm and shapely with a little
dimple that formed in each side as she moved.  She was proud that there was
no sign of fat in this area, as so many other "fit" women had.

  She had worked her body hard to get it in this shape and she knew well
what it was capable of.  As impressive as it was, it was stronger than it
looked.  Much stronger, she laughed.  As Pete Jacoby was about to find out.
At least that's what she hoped.  She had been training and pushing her body
for years.  She enjoyed it and what it did to her body.  When she first
started to train, she had quickly seen how her body responded.  She wanted
more.  Her strength grew even faster than her muscles and it fascinated her
to see how much more she could do.  She began working out with a group of
friends at a ladies gym.  They were all nearly as strong as she was and had
become her closest friends.  They had introduced her to martial arts, boxing
and wrestling.  Their friendly matches were always competitive, and usually
erotic.  But lately her martial arts and wrestling classes had become sort
of boring.  She knew she was strong and capable and she wanted to test 
herself - against men.  Not some little wimp who would want to get beaten 
either, it had to be a real man - struggling his best to defeat her.

    She began going to the gym downtown looking for likely candidates.  
Lynne decided against any of the huge behemoths pumping at the gym.  Not
that she couldn't handle them she thought.  But they were always so into 
their workout and their bodies that they hardly noticed her.  They were all
so proud of their latest lifting feats, she mused.  Wouldn't they be 
surprised to know that I could not only match them lift for lift?  But beat
with ease.  Hell, I could beat them in the leg department without half trying,
although she was careful not to let any of them know this.  Can't scare away
the bait, can I? she laughed.  She wanted someone who was strong but with
a certain attitude she could work on.  She fantasized about taking apart a
proud, strong  man and making him her slave.  
    
    As soon as she had met Pete, she knew he was perfect.  He was just what
she was looking for tall, good looking and well built.  But most of all he
was arrogant as hell and thought himself a real ladies man.  She couldn't
wait to show him what a real woman was like.  The thought of this creep 
begging her to stop hurting him made her wet and she had to force it out of
her mind.

    It was an easy matter to get him to ask her out and she had everything
all planned out.  She used the first date to feel him out - so to speak -
and make sure he would give her a fight.  With the flashes of temper she had
seen and his competitive nature, she was sure he would try his best to beat
her.  That's all I can ask for, she thought as she headed down the stairs.

    Pete was looking out the window when he heard Lynne coming back.  He 
turned around and gasped at what he saw.  Lynne was 'almost' wearing this 
incredible workout suit that showed all of her fantastic body.  He got an
instant hard-on and wondered if she planned to do him right here.

    "Thought you might like a rematch," she breathed sexily.  She had a 
hard time mot laughing at the open mouthed expression he was giving her.

    "God, you look great," he stammered.  "What do you mean a rematch?"

    "I pushed you in the snow twice when you tried to get fresh, now you get
a chance to get even," she said.  She knew a kiss hardly qualified as fresh
anymore, but she was just playing with him anyway.  With the hungry look and
raging boner he had, she knew he was ready for action.  And she was having
too much fun to just say, Hey babe, let's wrestle.

    "Oh, I'm not mad about that," he said.  He was licking his lips and 
hoping she hadn't noticed he was almost bursting his shorts.  "But I was
surprised at your strength."  He thought a compliment might help speed up 
the foreplay.

    "I'm much stronger than I look," she cooed.  She decided to move in for
the kill.  "Much too strong for you anyway.  You better go home if you don't
want to get hurt."

    Pete was stunned.  She definitely liked it rough.  She wanted him to 
beat her up and take her, well he decided to play along - anything to get a
piece of that body.  "I think I can take you.  Why don't we find out." he 
said.

    "Okay," Lynne began, "why don't we fight to see who's best."  She moved
the exercise bike out of the room and did a few stretching motions.  "We'll
wrestle until the other gives up - winner take all."

    Pete couldn't believe what she was saying.  Was she serious?  Well he'd
take her down like this if he had to.  And you better believe he would take
it all after he won.  "Let's get it on," he said.  "But I better warn you, 
I'll hurt you if I have to.  He flexed his biceps, because let's face it you
don't have what it takes to handle this."

    Lynne laughed and invited him to the center of the room.  She began to
circle him and he said "Last chance, you don't have to do this."

    She decided he needed some more taunting to get mad and give her a 
fight so she bounced in and slapped him on the cheek.  Twice more she hit
him with her open hand before he had time to react.

    "What's wrong, can't handle a little girl?" she teased.  She could see
he was getting mad and almost ready to go.  "Why don't you try to hit me?"

    Pete danced in swinging soft pats at Lynne.  She avoided some, and 
batted the rest out of the air.  She delivered five more shots to his face
as he tried to hit her.  She wasn't hitting him hard, just trying to rile 
him, but his face was getting red where she had slapped it.  He swung 
harder and she avoided it, while he was off balance she shoved him to the
floor and began to count.

    "One... Two... Three...," she stopped as he got up.  "ready to give up
yet," she teased.  As he started to stand up she quickly came in and pushed
him back down.  She did it a third time before backing off and letting him
stand.  His face was red, and not from the slaps this time, he was ready
to go. 

    Pete was pissed.  Dumping him in the snow was one thing, but this was
going too far.  She may have thought this was fun (and her idea of foreplay
he guessed) but enough was enough.  He hadn't wanted to hurt her at first
but now it sounded like a good idea.  He circled her and said "Lady I'm
going to show you some moves, and then, well, have you ever been raped in
you own house before?"

    Lynne stopped and smiled.  "I'm almost glad you said that.  Before I couldn't
decide if I should just play with you or really hurt you.  Now I've got no
excuse not to beat you to a pulp," she said.

    Pete laughed, and moved in on her.  She met him and they locked up in
the center of the room.  Pete tried to shove her across the room into the
wall.  But, try as he might, he could not budge her.  Her arms felt like
steel bands and he had a flicker of doubt as she began to push him back.
Soon his back was against the wall and she had forced his arms up above his
head.  How can she be so strong? he thought.  He struggled with all his
might, but was firmly pinned against the wall as she pushed her body 
against him.

    Lynne was surprised at the ease with which she "womanhandled" Pete into
the wall.  Even now she was only using a fraction of her strength and she
smiled, knowing she could easily handle this machoman.  She began to press
and rub her body against his and tease him.

    "Getting turned on by this, big man," she said as she pressed her knee
into his groin.  "It's only just starting, so you better be ready to feel
some pain."  Suddenly, she shot her knee hard up into his stiff dick, he
screamed in pain and tried to kick back at her.  She easily blocked his
attempts and fired two more knees, this time into his midsection.  She let
go of him and he slumped to the floor, writhing in pain.

    She let him lie there for a minute and collect himself.  She paraded
around the room and told him what she was going to do to him next.

    "I think a headlock will do you nicely," she proclaimed.

    Pete struggled to his feet and leapt at Lynne.  She stepped out of the
way and gave him another shot to the solar plexus.  He doubled over and she
stepped in, wrapped her arms around his head and began to squeeze.  Pete
desperately tried to pry her arms loose from his head, but it was no use.
Her arms, were pumped up and he was amazed at their hardness and strength as
she continued to grind on his head.  She obviously knew how to apply this
hold and there was nothing Pete could do in his weakened condition.  Lynne
began to squeeze even harder and Pete went down to his knees.  She forced 
him down to the ground and kept grinding on his head.  Her breast was 
pressed into his cheek, as she mercilessly wrenched his neck.

    Pete began to get dizzy, he couldn't believe the strength of this woman!
He was the man - the stronger sex - and yet this smaller, beautiful woman 
was making a fool of him.  He began to pull at her arms in a last effort to
get loose, nut all he managed to do was grope her amazing body.

    "That's right," she began.  "Feel my body as I destroy you.  What was 
that again about raping me in my own house?"  She really liked the way he
continued to struggle even after it was obvious he couldn't get loose.  
When his struggles began to lessen, she got up and lifted him up by his
hair.  Then she stepped in and put a bearhug on him.  She gave him a 
squeeze with all her strength and he screamed in pain.  He beat on her
back and tried to move her arms but she laughed at his efforts.

    "Didn't think I was this strong did you?  I could kill you with my bare
hands without even working up a sweat," she said as she again squeezed with
all her strength.  He screamed and stopped struggling just lying over her
shoulder and moaning.  "But what I want is for you to admit I am stronger 
than you are.  How about it."

    She squeezed again and Pete feared his ribs were breaking.  Even so he
defiantly yelled at her to get screwed.  She responded by adjusting her
grip to his lower ribs and lifting him off the ground.  He began to yell
"You're stronger than I am - PLEASE STOP, YOU"RE KILLING ME!"  She held on
for a few more seconds and dropped him to the floor.  He collapsed in a 
heap and curled up in a ball.  

    For Lynne it was a revelation, this man was nothing!  She had destroyed
him without even working up a sweat.  She had always thought she could win,
but she had never dreamed it would be this easy.  She had to stop herself
from fingering herself, she was so excited.  She let him recover for a
few minutes and thought of new ways to humiliate him.  After about 5 
minutes he began to get up.  She stepped in front of him.

    "If you kiss my foot right now, I'll finish you off and let you go," she
said.  "Otherwise, it's going to get even worse."  She held her foot into 
his face as he got to his knees.

    "Fuck you bitch," he snarled and gathered all his remaining strength and
hit her in the midsection.  It bounced harmlessly off her abs, doing more
damage to his hand than to her.  She laughed at his effort.

    "Is that the best you can do.  Why don't you get up and try that again."

    She stood with her hands on her hips inviting him to hit her stomach
again.  He got up and walked around for another minute to gather himself.  
This may be his only chance to turn the tide and put this bitch in her
place he thought.  When he was ready he stepped up and let loose his biggest
punch.  Again, it bounced off her steely abdomen not even forcing her to
back up.  The smile never left her face as she told him to try again.  He
slugged her three more times in the ribs.  Desperate, he stepped into her
and  delivered a hard knee into her stomach.  This forced her back a step
but had no other effect.  She reached out and grabbed him by the neck with
her left hand.  With her right hand she began to pound him in the stomach
repeatedly.  The first punch had taken all the air out of him and he would
have fell if she wasn't holding him up.  He was unable to block her punches
as she continued hitting for about a solid minute.  Finally she let him fall
to the floor.

    Pete was retching and gasping for air.  His stomach was a bright purple
and he felt that several ribs were probably broken.  She tauntingly asked 
him if it hurt and pressed on one of the bruises.  He nearly threw up and
told her to please stop.  She responded by getting on top of him, grabbing
his arms and pulling them over his head.  Pinned and helpless she twined
her legs into his and stretched him in a painful grapevine hold.  

    He screamed again in pain as his knees were twisted.  "All right, you've
proven you point," he yelled.  "You're stronger then me.  I give up."

    She let up on the hold and pinned him to the carpet rubbing her wet 
pussy against his crotch.  She stared him directly in the eyes letting him
know she was in complete control.  But she wasn't ready to stop just yet.
She spun him around and put him in a full nelson.  He quickly collapsed
back to the floor and she rubbed his face across the carpet.  He again tried
to give up.

    "You can't give up," she said.  "You get beaten up.  You're done when I
say you're done.  Now beg me to release me and I might be nice."  She was 
really getting off on this feeling of power and superiority and she didn't
want it to stop.

    "Please stop, Lynne," Pete pleaded.  "You're too strong for me."

    "Not good enough," she said and stood up with him in the full nelson.
Releasing the hold, she shoved him into the wall and following behind she
shot five quick fists into his back.  He screamed and begged for mercy but
she had none as she continued to pound his back.  Finishing, she lifted him
off the ground and smashed his back across her knee.  Then holding him there
she stretched him out.  She felt as if she could tear him limb from limb if
she really tried.  He was really screaming now and she feared one of the
neighbors might hear and call the cops, so she stopped.  She again lifted 
him up and cradled him in her arms like a baby.  He was babbling almost
incoherently to please stop.  She decided to let him see how strong she
was by pressing him over head.  She held him there easily and threatened to 
slam him to the ground.  He pleaded with her to stop so she brought him down
then thought better of it and lifted him back up and slammed him to the
ground.  He bounced up nearly a foot off the ground and then lay there not
moving.

    When he woke up he felt as if his body had been run over by a truck.
He was on the second floor of the house and he had been stripped of his
shorts.  He heard Lynne talking and looked up to see her talking on the
phone.

    "No, I'm telling you.  It was so easy," she was saying.  "I barely had
to try and had to lay off or I probably would have killed him.  Any of the
girls give me more competition than this."  She saw he was awake and walked
over to him.  "He's up, why don't I show you what I can do."  

    He began to back up and try to get away and Lynne felt a real thrill
seeing that this big man was afraid of her.  She quickly caught him and
grabbed him by the head.  She dragged him over to the couch and sat down.
She placed her thighs around his head and held him there.  He ran his hands
over her thighs and felt their hardness.  Legs of steel was a true moniker
for this woman.  He began to tremble at their touch but he was excited by
it at the same time.  He began to bulge again and was momentarily 
embarrassed to see she saw his erection.

    "Listen to this, Marce," she said and began to squeeze his head.  He
began to shift uncomfortably in her grasp and tried to find a weak spot
in her armor.  There was none and he was unable to stop her legs as they
continued to squeeze in on him mercilessly.  He began to beg her to stop 
as his head felt like it was going to explode.  "Hear that," she said, 
"and I'm not even trying yet."  With that she clamped down with all her 
might and he yelled in pain.  He was pounding on her thighs with his
fists with no effect.  She made him give up several times and then beg for
release to her friend Marcy on the phone.  Marcy laughed and asked Lynne to
squeeze him out.  She lifted her body off the couch in a long squeeze and
unable to talk, Pete could only flail his arms helplessly.  Soon he saw
blackness around the edges of his vision and he passed out.  "See" she said,
"no problem to make him scream but he passes out too quickly.  You have to
try this, its such a turn-on.  No, this one's mine, find your own slave, OK
bye Marce."  Lynne hung up the phone lifted up Pete's prone body and took
him up the stairs.  He had one last function for the night.

    When he woke up this time he was upstairs in the bedroom.  As the fog
lifted he momentarily forgot where he was.  Then he saw Lynne standing in
front of him naked.  He marveled at her amazing body.  A body that had so
easily throttled him he remembered.  He tried to sit up and she easily 
pushed him back down.  Her angelic face was smiling down at him.  "Back
again?  Are you ready for more or have you learned your lesson?" she asked.

    She stood up and walked across the room.  She told him to crawl over to
her.  He got on his knees and crawled over to her.  He kissed her foot and
then began massaging and kissing her strong legs.  Lynne was amazed at how
quickly this big man had become her abject slave.  Remembering what he had
said earlier about raping her, she decided to use him as a sex toy.  She 
lifted him onto the bed and got on top of him.  She pressed his face into
her twat while she quickly brought him to attention with her hand.  His 
tongue worked inside her and she moaned, after several minutes she neared
orgasm and shoved him deeper inside her.  His oxygen cut off, Pete began to
struggle wildly to get out.  This only served to further excite her and as 
she orgasmed onto his face, he again fell unconscious.

    As he came to he saw her riding his prick.  She bounced up and down on
his badly bruised body driving him deep into her.  He tried instinctively
to turn him over and get on top but she didn't even notice his attempts.
She began to buck so wildly that Pete was unable to concentrate on anything
but the pain as she slammed his body.  As she again orgasmed, Pete managed
to slide his abused prick out of her.  Looking down at him, she smiled and
grabbed his prick.  It quickly filled with blood and swelled in her hand.
She worked it a few times and told him, "It's the least I can do.  You got
me off twice, I can at least get you off one time."

    She continued to massage his tool and as he neared orgasm she suddenly,
savagely grabbed his shaft and lifted him up off the ground by it with one
hand!  He screamed in pain not having time to marvel at this amazing display
of strength.  She continued to hold him aloft by his dick and he felt it
would tear from his body.  She set him down and let him recover.  As she
cooed in a teasing manner and rubbed his abused prick Pete felt himself
get hard.  It hurt, but the sexiness of the woman in front of him was too much.

She gripped hard and pulled him up a little again.  Suddenly he spasmed all
over her hand.  The gooey liquid caused him to slide out of her grip and he 
fell back on the floor with a thud.  Looking at her hand she sat on his chest
and pushed it into his face.  "Clean it off or I'll kill you," she yelled at him.
He turned his head, but she quickly wrapped her legs around his chest and
gave him a quick squeeze and told him she meant it.

He held his breath and licked his own cum off of her hand, anything to 
avoid more abuse from this beautiful, destroyer.  Pete knew his entire life
had changed, he would never be able to look at a woman the same way again.

    Lynne stood up and placed her foot on Pete's chest.  As she held him
there and flexed her awesome body, she also knew her life would never be the
same again.  She had destroyed a man and liked it!  She looked down at Pete
and thought about what else she could to him.  No matter, she had all
night to figure it out, she laughed as she bent down to grab him once more.


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