Amanda 
by Louise Lewis
Amanda forces Andy to submit completely
Update: 07/10/1997 to misc2

It started off with me giving some extra help to a client. For 
about five years I had advised her on  finance and I always liked 
her a lot, perhaps more than any other woman I had ever met. 
Amanda had always been a little special, although at a distance. 
	My most recent visit as advisor was no different than usual, 
and the familiar discussions were held in the customary friendly 
and detached manner. However, this time I was invited into a 
different room than usual, one I had not been in before. I noticed 
along the wall shelves a number of photographs and trophies. 
Amanda was the subject of all these pictures, dressed in a white 
martial arts kit. She looked stunning and her healthy and athletic 
glow was captured in these pictures. The rings on her black belt 
indicated a fourth dan grade for Judo and, as she explained, she 
held second and third dan grades in Akido and Karate.
	We had left behind the comparatively boring subject of 
finance and continued to discuss her career in the martial arts. 
Amanda is a Psychologist and part time instructor in a range of 
self defence methods. She advises the local martial arts 
associations on sports psychology and participates on the 
championship circuits. Her trophies filled the shelves.
 In recent years she had found that practising for championship 
contests was best done with her male colleagues which helped to 
keep her in the top form. However, the amount of time they were 
spending with her was getting less as they were being more and 
more diverted with their own contest work. There were too few 
women in the locale at her standard.
	As the conversation went on I told her about my limited 
experience in Judo. I had found it hard to grade in the club I 
attended, Olympic team members often visited and drove up 
standards incredibly. I was quite good in my time, I would have 
graded much higher outside the club and inter club competitions 
proved this. Amanda knew of the club and had visited as instructor 
and as competitor.
	I said I would one day like to go back, but the clubs in the 
area where I now live were a bit shabby and not committed in the 
way the main clubs are. She began to suggest that we should 
perhaps practice together. She put it politely, avoiding bruising 
my male ego, that if I was good enough the club would pay me for 
sparing. At first I declined, but she promised to give me free 
lessons and get me graded to black, something I had always wanted. 
I agreed.
	As I walked out of the house it seemed that we had both used 
this as an excuse to get together. We were attracted to each other 
but I held on to the thought that I would get some training in 
with a champion and grade to black. It also crossed my mind that 
she might be a bit hard, I had always been aware of the incredibly 
athletic way she moved, which indicated an unusual degree of 
strength and confidence. I wondered just how hard.
	The agreed rendezvous was a private gym in an exclusive part 
of town where most of the top UK competitors  train and practice. 
Amanda had booked a room for our exclusive use. I had brought my 
old kit, freshly laundered, and regraded myself down to white; it 
was the only belt I now had. After a shower and change we met in 
the private gym and started our warm up exercises. Amanda looked 
amazing and that rather worrying hint of sinewy muscularity about 
her now showed through even more as she exercised. We finished our 
warm up and I looked at her as she spoke to me in her gentle and 
incredibly seductive voice, this had always been something of turn 
on for me. I realised that concentration was going to be difficult 
and I would have to be careful not to let my growing erection 
show. I hoped the lose kit I wore would help.
	"Tonight what we should do is take it gently and work you 
back into mat practice" Her voice continued to have its effect as 
did the white kit against her skin and her short fine head of hair 
that shone under the lights.
	"We'll start with free form" she said.
 This is a sort of low intensity contest where you swap ideas and 
improve methods whilst trying them out against each other. People 
who meet on the mat for the first time get the feel of each 
other's potential in this way.
	We bowed to each other and moved together gripping jacket 
and arm in the Judo way. 
The first thing you get, if you've practised at all, is a feel for 
the sense of bodily position your opponent has and the way he or 
she reacts to you. She was perfect, probably thirty pounds less 
than me but I knew at once that I would find to hard to manoeuvre 
her to anything like a weak position. She was way ahead of me.
 The result of this difference in skill levels just blows away 
your own control and you need a significant weight advantage to 
get back to par. Worse than this, she knew it and looked right 
into my eyes as her foot blocked mine. My clumsy step forward was 
halted before my foot touched the ground, the next part I knew too 
well. Her surprisingly strong arms pulled and twisted and for me 
the walls spun and the bright ceiling lights momentarily dazzled 
me as they shone into my eyes.
	As I lay on the floor she looked down at me and smiled.
	"Don't worry, It'll come back"
	I felt quite embarrassed. I had thought that a woman could 
not get to these standards and I had come along expecting a even 
contest. I began to suspect that she knew this and was using me to 
play out some fantasy. One possibility was the worrying prospect 
of her wanting to physically dominate me whilst pretending to use 
me for her practice. I dismissed the thought as more likely the 
product of my own fantasy life which occasionally ran along 
similar lines. It was not time to get turned on over this, I 
should help her practice.

	The first few sessions ended with me well beaten and clearly 
unable to defend myself against her, but she encouraged me to go 
on and I began to learn some skills that helped me hold her off 
from destroying me. As these skills developed she became more 
ferocious and sometimes quite frightening. Yet my confidence and 
fitness grew and I began to enjoy our sessions. But I was still 
disconcerted by the fact that no matter how much I improved she 
could always subdue me. My body became hardened to her onslaughts 
but just as I felt I had grown some armour against her she would 
painfully breach it and then gently tell me that this was 
necessary. In this way, she would tell me, I could find my way up 
to the standards she needed. I sensed more than a little pleasure 
in her voice when she said this. This continued for some sessions 
but on one night things went a little off course.
	On some of the nights after our sessions we would go to the 
bar and discuss training strategies, how to improve this or that 
move and how we would modify various chains of throws and hold 
downs. One night after a particularly hard session for me, she was 
a little triumphant, I was really surprised by what she said and I 
was taken off guard completely.
	"You must have guessed by now Andy that all this will lead 
to a full contest between us, it's necessary for me to beat you 
fully when you develop to the right stage."
	I sat in the bar and coolly said that would be OK, I must 
have been a little patronising.
	"I don't think you quite follow Andy, the championships I 
follow are full contact, no limitation contests. You have to learn 
to fight me as if your survival depended upon it, and I have to do 
the same. This is the only way to complete the programme. Now I'm 
going to teach you how to fist fight, and that's the hardest 
thing"
	I could hardly believe my ears, a woman was going to teach 
me how to fist fight and then wanted to fight me properly, without 
the usual safeguard of rules and protection.
	"Look Amanda, you know and I know you are very good, but 
with the gloves off you can't take  on a man, no woman can, I 
won't do anything that would hurt you Amanda."
 I said this with all the masculine authority I could and she 
became annoyed. 
	"Think back Andy, how often you've tried your best against 
me and you only got through when I let you. You don't really know 
just what you are up against yet"
	My male pride came into gear as we argued and she became 
more and more angry with me. I began to deny her powers were very 
great at all, except in the artificial confines of agreed rules.
	"I can see your not very different to most men, I thought 
you were. If you want to carry on you'll have to be taught a 
lesson. If you can stand it we will fight fully and I will not 
hold back and we'll see which is the weaker sex."
 She was out to annoy me, and did.
	"Ok, I'll not hold back then, you're on" 
I almost shouted this at her and she laughed in my face.
	"You're a dead man and you know it, and I'm the mere woman 
who will put you down. Be at the gym tomorrow and we'll sort this 
out. You'll end tomorrow night begging for mercy"
	She walked out on me and I was crushed by her dismissal of 
me, I knew then the extent of my feelings for her. There could be 
no other person in the world who could do all this to me. I went 
home  that night strangely sad at her displeasure with me and more 
than a little worried about her threats. She was formidable, and 
with a couple of drinks inside me I had entered a contest, a real 
fight, that I was not so sure about. Even worse I had quite 
literally fallen for a women who may very well beat me to a pulp 
when we next meet.
	By the morning , however, my nerve had returned and I 
decided to resist and fight as best I could. If what she said was 
correct I would not go down without some dignity. If her threats 
were bravado then I would be condescendingly kind to her, as a man 
would. This would be my revenge for all the little humiliations 
she had put me through over the months. I was determined to beat 
her.

At the appointed time I arrived at the door of the gym still 
reflecting on the absurdity of the situation, a grown man worried 
by a woman's fighting abilities. But I was worried, perhaps it was 
time to apologise and excuse myself from the contest. My pride 
shouted at me otherwise; she's only a babe, a couple of gentle 
thumps and she'll give up.
	I looked up from my thoughts as I walked into the changing 
rooms and saw a pair of black trunks on the changing bench and a 
note instructing me to wear them as there should be no lose 
clothes in final combat. The words final combat hit me in the 
psyche and a shiver of apprehension ran down my body as I read on. 
There were to be seven rounds, the first to force five abject 
submissions or knockouts would be the winner. Begging and pleading 
for mercy to be ignored.
I began to panic at the prospect of knockouts, being a 
psychologist she knew what this message would do to me.
 I read on. No begging or pleading would count, only an open 
admission of defeat could end a round or the contest. She knew 
that to have such submission forced out of me by a woman would be 
crushing. This note was her first blow, the initial psychological 
opening in her onslaught upon me. My memories of Amanda's 
abilities came flooding in to my mind as she knew they would. I 
felt her iron hard arms grip my throat again. They would stop, 
rather in the way the hydraulics of a machine would, not because 
of lack of power to go on, but because they are self limiting. 
This time there would be no limits, no release from the painful 
holds I knew she could apply to my body. On top of this there was 
the question of what could she do with her fists.
As I changed and showered I felt the full effect of the fear 
Amanda had made me feel. She had walked out on me the night before 
and left a message for me tonight, she was a subtle and clever 
woman who could run rings around me emotionally. She had trapped 
me into this, and now I was convinced she was going beat me into a 
series of painful and humiliating submissions.
	I opened the door to the gym and saw her there, her physical 
beauty was intimidating, I looked at her face to see a hard and 
uncaring expression which braced me and brought back some of my 
pride and determination. 
	Her body, though, was beyond words and I knew that as she 
attacked me I would be keenly aware of it; each blow would be 
doubled in power by my knowing she would understand this. I had 
never seen so much of her body before and I wondered if I could 
cope with the power of her presence alone. Her black consume, 
showing as much thigh and hip as possible, accentuated her pale 
and smooth skin and I was shocked to see the muscular frame her 
beautiful skin covered. I hadn't expected her to look so powerful. 
She looked at me knowing that now I could see her strength. She 
had prepared me in the way she wanted, the undermining effect was 
shattering and I was convinced she would defeat me. It was going 
to take all my strength just to shake off this opening attack.
	"You know the rules Andy, don't forget this contest allows 
anything, fists and feet included, so be careful."
	The assault continued to drive down my nerve.
	"Ok, Amanda, I think it's you who's going to have to be 
careful" I said with an obviously nervous voice. She laughed.

We began to circle each other, fists at the ready, both looking 
for opportunities to attack. I could see she was dead calm, which 
added to my fear of her, and I began to back away. I could see the 
slight look of satisfaction on her face as I did and she began to 
taunt me saying that a mere man couldn't handle a fight with a 
woman who was determined to win.
	"Don't be frightened of me Andy, I'm only a girl, you know, 
can't take a knock or two from a big man like you"
	My back foot hit the wall behind me and I came to a stop, at 
that very point it became clear to both of us that she would win 
the first round. The top of her foot landed squarely on my balls 
and I fell instantly to my knees.  I had learnt the lesson time 
and time again, just a moments distraction with Amanda and you 
lose everything, and this was no exception. As I doubled over in 
pain my arm was forced up my back and I cried out in amplified 
agony, there really was no holding back.
 Her legs folded around my lower ribs and she rolled me over and 
around the floor applying unbelievable pressure. Looking down I 
could plainly see the beauty of her muscular thighs press into my 
stomach as she crushed me. Fortunately I had not eaten since 
lunch.
 I came to a halt in a sitting position and Amanda's marvelously 
calm eyes looked at me as she continued to squeeze the life out of 
me. She twisted my arm further up my back.
 She licked her finger and stroked it on my ribs. The sensation 
was almost erotic, it would have been but for the pain I was in. 
	"So, my strong male opponent, let's see how well a girl can 
thump a man"
	Amanda clenched her fist and showed it to me.  I stared at 
it as she waived it in my face, she was going to beat me with it 
and I couldn't stop her. 
	"Look at me Andy, this is where I'm going to hit you, she 
pointed to where she had put her finger. For a while you will be 
in agony, and then I'll do it again. Then you might begin to get 
the idea of just what a girl can do. But your thick male ego of 
course won't accept it, so there will be some more treatments till 
you admit my superiority.  Till you admit that a woman can smash 
you in combat."

	Her fist landed on the spot she had predicted and I arched 
back in agony. The grip she had on me with her legs stopped me 
falling back any further and I was stuck in that position with no 
choice but to wait for the next hit. 
During those desperate moments I also understood how cruel she 
could be. Amanda was going to make me aware of my growing 
desperation to escape her agonising attacks in a way that was so 
poignant it would be unendingly humiliating. I knew she would 
repeatedly bring me to a stop and make me look into her eyes. In 
this way she would make me intensely aware that she, a woman, was 
doing this to me.
	She let go of my arm, we both knew that this extra control 
was now not necessary. We continued to look at each other which 
forced me to fully feel my situation and the inevitable result, 
but something in me still resisted. It continued to tell me I 
could beat her. She seemed to read my thoughts and delivered 
another blow which seemed to be aimed at this reserve of will. The 
air was slammed out of my lungs and the whole of my lower rib cage 
burned with a ring of pain that shot all the way through me. Again 
the intensity of this made my back arch involuntarily. She pulled 
at my hair and made me look at her.
	"Well, do you give in, do you concede victory to me in the 
first round?"
	For a few foolish moments I resisted, which only gave Amanda 
the opportunity to increase the pressure from her thighs. I 
remember to this day the yowl of pain I let out as her steel hard 
legs sank into me.
	"Please stop, please, no more" I gasped.
	"Andy, admit defeat, tell me I win, tell me what I want to 
hear; say after me, I admit defeat by a woman, I admit I can't win 
against you Amanda"
	She laughed at me as I slowly came out with the words she 
was making me say. But my resistance, though small, was still 
there and I added that her win was only for the first round. As 
she released me she kissed my cheek and I rolled over away from 
her on to my side, desperate for release from the pain. I wanted 
to avoid her seeing my face which I knew would show my relief and 
confirm to both of us my hopeless defeat.
	"Round two Andy, lets get on with your thrashing" 
I heard her triumphant voice as she walked over to me and lifted 
me up. As usual I could feel the sure strength of her body as she 
helped me to stand and as always its intense beauty looked 
unbearably  incongruous. No woman should have this power over a 
man, my anger and frustration came through and I rebelled. As hard 
as I could I pushed her away and swung my fist at her face. The 
force of my push sent her out of range of my fist and I missed, 
but at least I had the small satisfaction of seeing her fall. She 
of course rolled out of the fall and was on her feet in an 
instant, she would always snatch away even the smallest victory. 
The expression on her face had now changed from kind tolerance to 
annoyance.
	"So Andy, you've done yourself in now, I was trying to help 
you."
	She walked towards me, so quickly and without hesitation, 
that I had no time to move. She seemed to get to my side in a 
flash and began to bend down. As my attention was diverted her 
knee crashed into my balls. The force of the blow shot a splitting 
pain through my lower guts and immediately reawakened the bruising 
hurt in my rib cage. I was smashed against the wall of the gym and 
Amanda followed through with a pile driver blow to my face with 
the edge of her fist. It fell between my eyes and brought me to a 
dazed halt. Before I fell to my knees she had one hand on my 
throat pushing me upwards against the wall.
	"Lost again Andy" She said in that enraging way that only a 
vengeful winner can. She leaned in to me and her thigh pushed in 
between my legs.
	"You'd better start begging for leniency now, I'm not 
playing with you any more"
	Amanda wanted to make me fight as I'd never fought before 
and I didn't know how to. She needed me to match her so she could 
go on and learn. By making me afraid of her, I would begin to 
fight for my life. My last strength of total panic and fear were 
to be released by her. Then maybe I could become a worthy opponent 
for a short while and give her the resistance she needed to work 
against. But that would not be tonight, the punishment would go on 
as she pushed me on towards my limits. She made me look into her 
eyes again.
	"Well Andy, I'm going to throw you across the room, you had 
better land properly. If you don't concede defeat again I'm going 
to do it again and again."
	I knew and feared her capacity to throw me around and it was 
no surprise to find myself slammed down on the floor at the other 
side of the gym. I can land well, but it's always difficult to 
fall exactly right when thrown by a highly skilled opponent who 
wants to wreck you. My breath had gone and my lungs were shocked 
into inaction. Amanda appeared above me.
	"I win again, admit it"
	That something inside me would not let me speak the words 
she wanted to hear. Four times I was smashed onto the floor by 
this incredible woman and each time I found myself looking up at 
her glorious body, again unable to breath for a while. I began to 
beg her to stop, but she continued her onslaught by thumping my 
stomach and back.
	I recall that I spent a lot of time on my knees trying to 
avoid her blows to my ribs and back. My tired condition was 
beginning to show. Amanda finally lifted me from my knees and 
pushed me against the wall. 
	"I will stop only when you concede final defeat, or defeat 
for each and every round. You must say the words I want, you must 
admit to me in full with no reservation."
	"You win," I admitted," I can't take any more, please stop"
 I could stand it no longer. She pressed her knee into my lower 
body and made me say, word by word, what she wanted to hear.
	When I had finished she kissed me full on the lips and 
pushed her hands into my trunks and took hold of my balls.
	"If you ever get ideas above your station again" she said 
squeezing hard, "these will be mine"
	She let go and removed her costume. Grabbing my hair she 
pulled me down and lying on her back she clamped my head between 
her thighs.
	"Kiss it and apologise again"
	Her tangy aromas entered my nostrils, the rich chemicals 
intensifying my love for her body, 
and I kissed her dark folds. She made me apologise and then forced 
me to please her.

	Amanda looked up from the story she had written and asked me 
what I thought.  She lay on the bed and as she had read I had 
enjoyed watching her naked body as it moved around vaguely echoing 
the action of the story she had written. In the last two or three 
years my wife she had become fabulously muscular doing three 
evenings a week at some kind of night classes. I was always happy 
to watch her.
	"It's amazing, I really like it" I said. "It must be 
disappointing for you to know that you couldn't really do all that 
to a man, you seem to enjoy the thought of it even more than me."
	I had said the wrong thing. Amanda launched herself at my 
head. Before I could stir myself to a defence my head was locked 
in between her thighs. She squeezed so hard I couldn't even start 
to break free, any attempt to move resulted in a further 
overwhelming squeeze. I couldn't believe her speed and power.
	"Kiss it and apologise" she said, and I could only obey.