Summer's Story [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 I guess I've always had an attraction for big, strong, muscular women. But I never knew how strong my obsession was until I met Summer. I had been living in Florida for only a few months when I first saw her. I was working out at the gym and heard a commotion on the other side of the room. I left the machine and went to see what the attraction was. Standing in front of a mirror flexing was Summer Thompson. My breath caught as I saw her. She was my dream come true. She stood slightly taller than my own 6 feet with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She had a beautiful face with a smile that could light up a room. But you have to forgive me if I didn't notice that at first. I couldn't take my eyes off of her body. She had huge, defined muscles everywhere I looked. Later I was to learn just how big (by close inspection and use of a tape): biceps - 18" chest - 48" waist - 29" quads - 28" calves - 17" But the statistics don't do her justice. Her muscles bulged with vitality and strength. Yet she maintained an unmistakable air of sexuality. For all her muscles she was overwhelmingly feminine. Her dark tan enhanced and complimented her definition. Somehow I found the courage to strike up a conversation with her. We hit it off immediately. We dated and I got to know Summer better. She was a remarkable woman, as friendly and charming as she was strong. I asked if she was trying to be a professional bodybuilder. She laughed. "No, I'm not quite the model for a bodybuilder," she replied. She was right. At 6'1" and close to 200 pounds she would have dwarfed all of the other women (most women bodybuilders never passed 5'7" tall). The look these days was for the fitness model type anyway. "Besides," she had told me, "I lift to get strong." And she was strong. Even stronger than her huge muscles might lead you to believe. In working out with her I was astounded to watch her bench 325 pounds for 3 sets of 6 repetitions and curl 90 pound dumbbells with each strong arm. While she did this I would pinch and rub her biceps and revel in their hardness and definition that appeared as she worked them. After pumping them up she would flex her arms and allow me to grab her arms and feel their power. I could pull and push but I was never able to break her arms from her pose. I could practically hang from her arms yet she would only laugh and tell me how "cute" I looked. She knew of my desire for strong women and she was only too happy to oblige my fantasies. She would tease me with her muscles as she squatted 550 pounds for reps. After this she would plant her feet and tell me to try and move her. I could grab one of her massive quads and lift with my entire body, yet I couldn't even move her off balance an inch. She would tease and taunt me to exhausting myself as she stood there flexing. "Come on, Paul," she would say. "Show me how much of a big, strong man you are. Are you trying yet, I can barely feel you." She would continue this until I slumped to the ground, sweat over my entire body. But the workout was far from over. Going to the incline bench she would begin doing sit-ups. For all the amazing feats I had already seen, this was the most unbelievable. Summer's abs were by far her strongest feature and she worked them tirelessly. She could do hundreds of sit-ups just as a warm-up. While on the incline she would have me stand astride her and pound her stomach each time she went back down. Whap! Whap! my fists would smash into her steel abdomen. Then she would crunch and go back down. Whap! Whap! I would try again. With her teasing and cajoling I was soon pounding with every ounce of my strength. She would continue until I tired from the efforts of punching her. My hands and arms would ache and I would be covered in sweat, and she would blow me a kiss and continue her workout. She was incredible. As you can imagine sex with this creature was as incredible as working out with her. Her muscle control and strong body could take me to ecstasy in seconds. Yet she had the ability to keep me going for hours. She had a dominant streak and always took the top position. Often she would simply pin my arms and take me like a sex toy. The feeling of powerlessness she provided me was almost as overwhelming as the ministrations she delivered to my penis. She would take me to the point of explosion and then somehow take me back down again. I would go almost crazy with desire, before she finally allowed me release. And the orgasms were like nothing I had ever experienced before. Powerful shudders would wrack my body for minutes at a time, until I almost passed out from the bliss. Finally I would stop spouting and lay back down, spent. Then she would get me back going again a few minutes later. Sometimes I felt the sex was more demanding than the workouts, but I was becoming addicted to her presence. I would spend hours massaging and oiling her body. My hands, that I had always considered fairly strong, were barely able to penetrate her musculature. I got a workout trying to provide a massage that left her satisfied. Summer used her physique and strength well as a personal trainer and wrestler. Men practically lined up at several hundred dollars a crack to get a chance to feel her muscles up close. She also was an operator on a 900 number line that featured women bodybuilders. I wasn't thrilled with her wrestling and talking to other guys on the phone all night. But, she convinced me it was just a job, and I was her only boyfriend. She said that it was actually working on the line that had gave her the motivation to get even bigger and stronger and able to fill all of men's fantasies. Her sexy voice and vivid descriptions of her exploits and strength made her extremely popular on the lines and on the mat. Most refused to believe she was capable of the things she described until they met her and she changed their minds. I had wrestled Summer a number of times and was never able to come even close to pinning her. I loved the sensation of being helpless in her grasp as she literally played with my body. I began to find that even more than being overpowered by her, I loved watching her do this to other men. Summer enjoyed this also and began to become more and more dominant. Instead of teasing she became more mean spirited in our competitions. This may have had its culmination in the encounter at Champs Champs was a seedy bar at the beach. One weekend, Summer and I had been at the beach and decided to get a drink. I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, but Summer liked to show off her body. She remained in her bikini top, her muscles pumped as always. She wore a pair of tight jean shorts that left the majority of her sexy, hard glutes showing. To top it off she had on a pair of high heels causing her calves to bunch and bulge as she moved. With the heels she stood nearly 6'4" (more than 3 inches above my head). Lately she had begun to like making this contrast between my body and her taller, more powerful one. We entered the bar and I could see all the men watch Summer' s body in awe. She played it up and found excuses to flex and stretch her body for the crowd. She was eating it up. We were playing pool a while later. As Summer lined up her shot, she accidentally nudged a guy behind her. The guy spun around angry and grabbed the stick as she shot. Summer missed the cue ball and the stick went flying. She spun around quickly. The guy wound up and punched her hard in the stomach. His hand stopped dead and he squealed a little in pain. I yelled at him and move towards him. He pushed me out of the way, sending me sprawling onto the floor and punched the girl again. The thud was evident, but Summer only smiled and looked at her adversary. He looked at Summer more closely and his expression showed extreme surprise. "Jesus Christ," he gasped. "I didn't realize.." "What," Summer retaliated. "That I was a woman? That I was so muscular? You limpdick, I'm going to teach you a lesson." Summer reached out and grabbed the man by his shirt and pushed him to the wall. "You're going to hurt so bad, you'll wish you were dead," she growled at him. "Now let me show you how to punch someone." She reeled back and smashed the man in his stomach. His body recoiled like he was shot with a cannon, and he yelled in agony. Summer delivered three more quick shots and let the man fall to the ground. He lay on the ground, panting and gasping for air, I thought for a moment he was going to throw up. The fact that my beautiful, muscular girlfriend could do this to a guy had me aroused. I stood next to the pool table so no one could see my erection against my shorts. Before the guy was able to get up, Summer grabbed him by the hair and lifted him to his feet. "What the matter?" she teased, the menace obvious in her voice. "Can't handle a little love tap from a girl. Look at you, what a pathetic wimp," she continued. The guy was gasping and looking up at Summer with fear in his eyes. She stepped in closer. "I'm sorry, honey, let me make it up to you." Summer stepped in and lowered her torso so she could wrap her arms around the man's stomach. Then she straightened and lifted him into a bear hug. She pressured the hold and the sound of air 'whooshing' out of the man's lungs was audible. "What's the matter, limpfuck, can't even stand up to a little hug?" Heather laughed at her victim as she continued to power the hold. Soon the man was yelling his surrender and pounding his fists on the woman's back with no obvious effect. "Please, stop, lady, I'm sorry, STOP!!" he screamed. Summer just smiled and continued to hold him. Soon he stopped yelling and just lay across her big shoulders. Summer saw he was fading and dropped him to the ground in a heap. The crowd that had gathered egged her on to finish him off. "Come on, put him away." "Can you see the muscles on that chick, awesome." Summer placed her hand under the man's chin, he had gotten to his knees, and looked down at him. With contempt in her eyes she told him to kiss her feet. When he hesitated she slapped him hard across the face sending him sprawling. Then she placed her foot on his chest and held him to the ground. "I said, kiss my feet," Summer commanded pressing on the trapped man's chest. He gurgled in pain and started making kissing motions with his lips. Summer laughed and let him up. He immediately fell to her feet and began kissing her feet with loud slurping noises. In between he pleaded with her. "Please don't hurt me, you're too strong for me. You're too strong for any man." He continued for several minutes before Summer told him to stop. She made him follow her out the door on his hands and knees while the entire bar clapped at the sight of the gorgeous, muscular woman being followed by her new dog. By the time I got outside, the guy was nowhere to be seen but Summer was surrounded by admirers. Many of them, I think, wished they had been the one's being crushed by her muscles. I had to admit that I had almost wished it myself. When we got home I told her how much I had gotten turned on watching her destroy the man. "You and me both," she replied. "It was such a kick. He was so weak. I could do anything. He was so afraid and I wasn't even trying. I loved it. I need to experience that again and again. God I'm so horny!" she started ripping off my clothes. "Let me show you how these muscles feel." She roughly threw me onto the bed and proceeded to fuck the daylights out of me. I alternated between unbelievable arousal and unbelievable pain. At times I wasn't sure if I was going to survive, and other times I was sure I didn't care. Somewhere during the encounter she pressed my head into her chest. I thrashed and tried to tell her I couldn't breathe but she was oblivious to my presence. I began to panic and eventually I lost consciousness. When I woke Summer was watching me with a smile on her beautiful face. "Welcome back, sleepyhead," she yawned. "How do you feel." "Better than the guy at the bar," I laughed. "But not by much. You are incredible," I said massaging the strong muscles in her arms. She purred and warned me about getting her going again. I decided she was right and went to sleep. The next day I was sore and had bruises on my chest and side. Over the next few months summer worked out even harder than before. I would have to say her workouts were furious. She became consumed with getting even stronger and bigger than she was. She would lift for hours, barely stopping. She left all of the huge male bodybuilders at the gym in awe as they were unable to keep up with her pace and strength. Summer said she wanted to become strong enough to show all men the pleasures of being controlled by a woman. And she seemed serious about it. Her manner was becoming more and more dominant (and she had always been on the dominant side) and her demands on me were becoming more extreme all the time. She had taken to wrestling me down and forcing to submit over and over, until my voice was hoarse from screaming. All of the working out with her had strengthened me considerably but I was still far from being able to do anything to her. In fact my worst beating came on the day I came home from the gym all happy about benching 350 pounds for the first time. Summer looked at me, with the angered expression I was seeing all too much of lately, and said, "You think that makes you strong, I'll show you strong." Before I could stop her she wrestled me down and held me to the ground in a full body press. I struggled and was unable to move her. She laughed at my strength telling me to "show her my mighty strength." For the next hour she worked me over like I had never been beaten before. Her strength was incredible. I wondered just how strong she must be to control me so easily. I loved her muscles but I struggled furiously because she appeared intent to hurt me bad. But I was unable to even slow her down and she alternated between holds with ease, I was unable to escape any of her moves. Finally when I lay on the ground, tears in my eyes, bruises all over my face and body, begging to her did she finally stop. She seemed to realize what she was doing and picked me up and began to tell me how sorry she was. She apologized for losing control and said she couldn't help herself. It just felt so good to hurt men. "I love the feeling of beating up men. The bigger they are the more it turns me on," she confessed. "I think I'm addicted, I don't think I can stop. You better leave before I really hurt you." "No," I yelled at her. "I'll never leave you, where will I ever find a woman as beautiful and strong as you." I smiled up at her. "We just have to find some outlets for your aggression." "Like what," she replied. "Don't worry," I replied. "I have an idea." I told Summer my idea and her face lit up into a smile. "That may work. I knew I kept you around for a reason," she said. ___________________________________ "Are you sure you want to start with him?" I questioned Summer. She was stretching, getting ready to begin her workout. Even as I talked I became distracted looking at her magnificent body bulge with her every movement. She was getting larger and more sexy all the time. She must have put on about 15 pounds of muscle in the last six months. Yet it only made her look better and more alluring. "I mean, he's awfully big and muscular, mean too, are you sure you can take him?" She turned and gave me an evil stare. "Can I take him?" she boomed. "I think you forget who you're talking to. Besides, it's only fun if they're big. Now watch this and decide if any man can stand up to me." She walked over to the bench area where two large male bodybuilders were finishing up a set. One of them sat up and high fived the other, obviously impressed with the amount of weight he had just pressed. Calculating in my head I figured it to be just under 400 pounds. I winced in anticipation of what was about to happen. Summer sauntered over and sneered at the two men. "If you two wimps are finished playing, let me show you some real lifting. Here," she thrust a 45 pound plate at one of the men, "put this on that end, we need to get some weight on here." She placed another 45 pound plate on the other end. "Give me a break," the guy began. Then he saw the serious look in Summer's eyes and stopped. A bewildered look on his face he put the plate on the bar. As the two men watched, Summer slipped in under the bar and lifted the bar, now nearing 500 pounds, above her chest. She began to lower and raise the incredible weight in a slow controlled motion. The muscles in her chest, pecs, and arms bulged obscenely as she moved the weight for a full 12 reps. The men watched open mouthed with amazement. I couldn't decide if the look was awe - or fear. Summer placed the weight back on the stand. "Not a bad warmup," she exclaimed. "Now, wimpy put another plate on that end. And you wipe up the sweat here." She pointed to the sweat on the bench table. In a daze the men complied, obviously afraid to stand up to the muscular goddess in front of them. Adding two more 45 pound plates to the bar, the total weight was now about 575 pounds. Summer again slipped under the bar. "I may actually need a spot on this one, but you're both too wimpy. Maybe the two of you together can spot me." The men walked behind the bar to spot her. Summer lifted the bar with a grunt. Her muscles exploded and the veins were prominent on her chest and arms. Her pecs heaved and threatened to destroy her tight work out top. She lowered the weight and raised it in a smooth motion. After 5 reps she began to strain and placed the bar back in the stand after 8 lifts. She then performed a second set of another 8 reps still not requiring a spot from the two men who watched her body with awe. The men's expressions were now ones of pure lust. She sat up not even breathing hard from the heavy lifts. "That's amazing, you are incredible," one of them gushed. "I know I am honey. I am capable of so much heavier lifts than that, but you couldn't handle it. Now why don't you two wipe up some of this sweat." She waved her arms at the men. They quickly grabbed towels and began to caress and wipe her body. They were obviously in love with her body and amazed at how hard it was under their hands. "Now," Summer looked over to me. "Do you think I'll have a problem with any man? Why don't you go make sure everything is set up and let me finish my workout with my new toys." Enflamed with lust for Summer's muscles, and a little jealous of the attention the two bodybuilders were giving her, I left and made the final arrangement for Summer's first fight. My idea was basically to arrange Summer to beat up on men in a more controlled atmosphere. She would find a guy that she felt "needed a beating," as she put it and would challenge him. I had set up some mats in a large open area in my house. In addition I set up cameras to catch the action from all angles. I could run the cameras by remote control from a control panel in the next room. An extensive sound system would also pick up anything said in the room. The setup was expensive but we expected to make back the investment in a hurry. The plan was to edit the views together and sell tapes of Summer destroying her male opponents. She could got her kicks and let loose her aggression and we made money at the same time. For her first match she had challenged a big jerk named Tom Wallace. Tom was a huge bodybuilder, about 240 pounds. He felt he was god's gift to women, and was always harassing the women at the gym. When Summer challenged him he had thought it was a come on. It took him some time to realize she was serious, and then he laughed at her. Finally, he agreed to fight her for a $500 bet, and guaranteed to "rape her right there on the mat." I almost felt sorry for what was in store for him. I was testing the cameras, and had everything up and working when Tom arrived. He pushed me aside as I opened the door, "where's the bitch," he demanded. I showed him the fighting area and told him she would be right here. I taped him stretching and telling me how he was going to teach this dumb cunt a lesson as Summer walked in. The expression on her face made it clear that she had heard what he said. And she wasn't happy about it. I quickly left the room and went to the control panel. Summer stripped to a tight body suit, her muscles in prominent view. Tom wore only a pair of shorts and a shoes, his muscles large, but definitely inferior to the woman's. He walked over to her and stared her in the face. "Sure you want to go through with this. Ready to get your ass kicked?" "No," she replied simply. "But I am ready to teach you about pain." Tom snarled and pushed at Summer's chest. He appeared surprised when she didn't even move. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed harder. Still she didn't budge. He strained, but was unable to move her. Summer raised her hands up and pushed Tom with all her strength. He flew across the room and into the wall. "Let the lesson begin," she said. As Tom shook his head he yelled at Summer, "You bitch," and threw a hard punch into her stomach. From my long experience I knew what a mistake that was. She let it land and smiled at his hurt expression as his hand bounced off her armor plated abs. "Did that hurt?" she teased. "Try again, I won't even flex." She stood with her hands on her hips and invited the man to try again. He wound up and smashed her abs three more times with no effect. She giggled like it tickled. Zooming in on her expression I felt my dick begin to swell in lust. How I loved to watch her demonstrate her strength. After the fourth punch he swung at her face. Summer's hand flew up and caught his wrist a foot from her face. His arm stopped dead in its tracks. "That was a no-no," she informed him. She began to twist his wrist and force him to the floor. He fought back and tried to use his other hand to counter her. Her one arm forced his two back and soon she had him on his knees. Then she violently lifted his body up and slammed him into the wall. She then delivered two quick punches into his abdomen. He fell to the ground, winded and coughing. She pushed him back up and continued to punch until he screamed in pain. She let him fall to the mats and he crawled on the floor gasping in pain. She walked up to him and slammed her foot into his back smiling at the cry of pain this elicited. She quickly lifted him to his feet and then over her head. His expression of fear was delightful to watch as she paraded around the room with his body held aloft. "Are you beginning to understand what you are up against? Answer me wimp!" Summer held the big man's body above her head with ease. When he didn't answer, she braced herself and threw him to the ground. He groaned in pain as he bounced off the mat. "When I say something I want an answer." Tom tried to roll away and get away from his tormentress but Summer quickly caught him and lifted him to his feet. He tried to back away, already realizing that she was stronger than he was. She lifted him up and slammed him to the mat again. Three more times in succession she lifted and slammed the man to the mat. After the last one she stood over him as he moaned and rolled on the ground in pain. Already he had all of the fight pounded out of him. Only minutes into the encounter and he was completely beaten. She flexed her biceps while placing her foot on the man's stomach. Her muscles exploded as she looked into one of the cameras. "Think you can handle this," she said to the unseen observer. "All men get crushed by Summer, you are all nothing to me. Watch this worm's suffering and be thankful it wasn't you." She jumped onto Tom's body with a splash. She laced her legs around his and grabbed his hands and pinned him to the mat. She placed her face right in front of his and laughed at his expression. "Come on big man," she taunted. "Try and get out, show me how strong you are." Tom struggled and his muscles bulged with red-faced effort, but his body remained pinned. "Are you trying? I can't feel you. God, are you ever a wimp." After a few more minutes of teasing Tom stopped moving. "I give up Summer," he started. "I was wrong, you're too strong for me. I'm sorry." "You give up - ready to give me the $500." "Yes," Tom answered. "Anything you want, just have pity on me." "Have pity on you?" Summer laughed, the sound chilling to hear. "Good idea, but it's too bad I don't have any pity for wimps like you." She began to grind her body against Tom's chest. His squirming confirmed how painful this was. She was so strong that just by pressing her muscles down on the man was causing him extreme pain. She listened to him scream with amusement on her face. After several minutes Tom's breathing grew ragged and he pleaded, "Please stop, I can't take it. OWWWW, STOP!" He screamed and then was silent. Summer got up. "You baby, I could kill you simply by fucking you," she said. She lifted him off the ground and put him in her arms like a baby. "Does the baby need a spanking?" Before he could protest she slammed his back against her knee, causing him to scream again. Then she ripped off his shorts and began to spank his exposed bottom. Her arm powerfully tortured his bottom and it quickly turned red. "Now beg me again." "Please stop," he cried. Tears were actually running down his face. "I am a wimp, stop please." Summer lifted Tom up and slammed him onto the wall. She held him up with one arm and flexed the other in front of his scared eyes. The muscle grew to incredible size as she flexed it. "Feel it wimp," she commanded. Tom tentatively reached out and felt her bicep. His eyes widened as he felt its hardness. He probed it for weakness and felt the awesome power her body held. Summer continued to taunt him. "Do you realize what this woman is capable of now." "Yes, oh God yes," he cried. "You are so strong I can't even hope to stop you." "That's right, now beg me to stop." He began to beg and Summer slapped him across the face and told him to continue. He fell to the ground and Summer fell with him. She wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed lightly. His screams were loud and shrill, not from the pain but from fear of what he knew her legs could do to his head. "No, please," he begged. Summer rolled off him and slapped his face until he was silent. After a few more slaps she stood up and made the man stand in front of her. His body trembling from the pain, he wobbled in front of her. Then he fell to the ground and began to kiss her feet and beg her to stop hurting him. Summer looked at him in disgust. "What a complete wimp. Are you ever going to talk back to a woman again." "No, never." It was obvious he would say anything to get away from her at this point. He screamed as Summer approached him and lifted his body in the air. Placing him on her shoulders she wrapped her arms around him and pressured him in a painful back breaker maneuver. He screamed and thrashed but Summer continued until he was silent. Then she dropped him to the floor. She paraded around and flexed, but she appeared to have lost interest in Tom. "Tell you what," Summer said turning back to the man. He was still on the ground just beginning to get to his knees, the pain in his body evident in the slow manner he moved. "Since you are such a wimp and not even any fun to play with, I'm going to just knock you out and send you on your way. Now pick what body part you want me to use to finish you. Quick!" she yelled at him. "Your legs," he stammered. "All right, but that's going to hurt." Summer smiled as he laid still while she placed her legs around his midsection. He commanded him to feel her leg muscles as she contracted. "My muscles turn you on don't they?" she asked. "Yes," he whispered. His hands explored her steely muscled legs. From experience I knew the hardness and delights of what he was feeling. Pain was obvious on his face but some part of him appeared to be enjoying this. "But I fear them even more," he finally continued. This pleased Summer. "You should fear them, I could break you with only a fraction of my power. Feel this." She flexed her legs and reduced Tom to a screaming hulk as he pounded on her thighs. His body appeared to compress beneath her legs as she continued. Her muscles flexed larger than I had ever seen them when a distinct crack was heard. Tom cried in agony and then lay still, unconscious, the pain too much for him. Summer lifted his body onto her shoulders and flexed for the cameras. "Who wants to be next?" As I panned in I realized that my pants were stained from my ejaculation. Somewhere during her demonstration I had lost control of my lust. When Tom woke up I collected the money from him and sent him on his way. His side was bruised and he appeared to have several broken ribs. The scared expression on his face indicated he was glad just to get out of the house alive. ____________________________________________________ A few day later, we were roller blading down near the beach. I was behind Summer watching her muscles as she glided. She talked about the match. "It was too quick. I need to make it last longer. It does turn me on so to make them scream. I want them to be afraid and unable to stop me as I kick the crap out of them. Reduce the macho jerks to screaming wimps, it's such a kick. But he fell apart too quickly. He was such a wimp, at the end I just wanted to get him away from me." " Maybe the next one can be more of a challenge," I countered. She looked over at me, an amused expression on her face. I quickly continued, "Anyway, the tape will be finished tomorrow, we already have a number of orders for it." "Well, this should be fun," Summer interrupted. I looked up to see what she was talking about. As we rounded a corner 3 toughs stood in front of us, blocking the path. It was obvious they intended to stop us as two more circled behind. Summer just smiled to me and raced towards the three in front of us. As she approached them at top speed she threw out her arm and clothes lined one of the men. He flew into a tree and bounced back onto the path. As the other two converged on her, she lifted her foot and pounded it down onto the one she had clothes lined. He thrashed and gurgled in pain, unable to move, the loud thud indicating her leg had caused extreme damage. As the other two struggled with her she moved quickly sideways and kicked on in the head with her skate. He crumpled to the ground his face covered in blood. The combination of her extreme strength and the skate knocking him out cold. The other guy tried to lift her. She laughed and lifted him up over her head and threw him to the concrete. He crashed to the ground, unmoving. She stomped him with her skate for good measure. I was wrestling with the other two thugs. And losing. They had me on the ground and were beginning to kick me as Summer walked behind them and wrapped her arms around their heads. As she lifted them off of me she squeezed their heads between her bicep and chest. They struggled but she flexed with all her strength and they were unable to move or break her hold. She didn't listen to their cries for mercy and they both soon swooned from pain and lack of air. All five men were out cold in various degrees of damage. As I looked on this beautiful muscle goddess in awe, Summer smiled down at me. "Yeah, now what were you saying about a challenge, " she laughed.