CONTROL/ALT/DELETE MALES
by Louise Lewis.
Jayne and Kali, destroyers of men
Update: 23/09/1997 to misc2

 *****This is the first chapter of the story of two remarkable women, I don't 
know how many chapters are to come but the second and third are in preparation. 
You will have to forgive the English but time is too short for fine editing.
 Kali and Jayne are based upon two women I know, the scenes described are 
fantasies but the characters as developed in the story are partly accurate, 
minus quite so much sadism. The two women are in the military and are concerned 
about the role of women in the forces and are involved in combat training. They 
are very secretive about things but have given enough information to indicate 
that things may be changing for women. Both of their husbands attest to their 
physical strengths and martial arts training and over the last two years to this 
date (Aug '97) they tell me that there has been a marked change  in comparative 
strengths and abilities. Just a month ago I witnessed a mock fight between one 
of these women and her husband, a playful fight but with a surprising and clear 
result; so I wrote a story. I hope you like it.

CONTROL/ALT/DELETE MALES   by Louise  Lewis.

Rand. Pulse Code Mess. 
Source. R. Hon. Susan Crawford M.P. Minister of Defence.
Dest: Contract and Payroll. Covert Ops.
 SEC. CODE. AA  12. 09. 1993.

Terminate immediately Cpt. Peter Bryer and Mr Andrew Hanlon, replace with:

Subject: Jayne Spence. D.O.B. 02. 06. 1960.
Grad. LSE Econ & Pol. Geog. 1st class. MA Politics. NY State USA
Career  Score A++. Service. Naval Airwing. Pilot Experimental. Captain. Naval 
Int. from 1991.
East Eur. specialist. Combat rating AAA. Lang. 4. Eng(nat.) Jap (fl) Germ (fl) 
Fr(fl)
Orig. Eng., Exeter.  Res. London UK.
Married.  Robert. Occ. Banker. No clearance. Children 2 (twins-7)

Subject: Kali Susan Mills. D.O.B. 12. 03. 1964.
Grad. Glasgow Math 1st class. MA Hist. Sci. PhD Science and Industrial Dev in 
USSR since 1941. Special award by Faculty Univ. Ox. Published.
Career score AA. Service. Naval Special. Astro/ Signals.
Russ. specialist, Combat rating AA. Commdr. Naval Int. since 1993.  Lang 3. 
Eng(nat.) Russ(fl + tech.) Germ (ev. day.) ( min Fr). 
Orig. Scot. Glasgow. Res Brighton UK.
 
Chapter 1
 
The Women Within

Jayne stared out of the compartment window as the luxury train sped swiftly 
through the French  countryside on its way to  the Atlantic coast. It was about 
midnight and by now the train would be rushing through the warm July air of the 
Gironde. She began to think of the great wines of the region and their contrast 
with the delicate wines further north. The full red passion of the Bordeaux 
wines suited her and when in the late eighties she spent two years on diplomatic 
duties in the area she developed a taste for its intensity. These were the wines 
of grand passions, of sweat and semen, of love and sex. For Jayne Bordeaux was 
the place where the unbearable lightness of ordinary life first really fell away 
and exposed her unprotected instincts and the open sensuality of her body. She 
left the area at the end of her time there having clocked up two affairs of 
heroic proportions. The second of her two lovers, a man, she married and 
followed through the physicality of the place by giving birth to twins. The 
growth of these beings inside her and the tearing bloody opening of her body as 
they were born was a magical affirmation of that time of love in Bordeaux. The 
great gesture was made before the ordinariness of life in London returned and 
she and her husband became child minders with a history. Now she was returning 
and the blood was running high and in spate through her veins.
 Her mind focused and she cut and lit the last Bolivar of the journey and 
thought about the job ahead and, unavoidably, her field operative Kali.
 Kali was a fascinating large sinewy creature of cracking  energy with a 
dynamism and presence that always awakened in Jayne a feeling of intense 
optimism and renewal, she was a good friend as well as loyal operative. Kali was 
now in the area and would be searching relentlessly, nothing could stop her.
A notable feature of Kali was her striking blondness which always reminded Jayne 
of her rich days in Bordeaux. Her blondness was the kind of sunlight blond you 
see on children.  It was  always odd to Jayne how this physical detail of Kali 
resonated with this beautiful area of the world and in this indirect way with 
her own sexuality. This was not a direct association with the earthiness of 
Bordeaux but a strange parallel to its light which pours its flame into the 
heart of the grape and the wine giving them life. As the train journey went on 
this stark physical association began to run through Jayne's thoughts more and 
more, it was not like her to find difficulty in thinking about the job ahead.

Somewhere along that rich coast between Les Sables d'Olonne and the Spanish 
border something big was going down and it was Jayne's job to bring it to an 
end.  Rumours had spread about a group of ex- east European service operatives 
who had prepared a network of locations to mount a threat on a select number of 
political leaders; the intention was extortion. With a couple of demonstration 
assassinations payments could be extracted from  any number of government 
treasuries. An old idea, worthy of a poor spy novel, which would normally be met 
with a refusal to pay and sardonic laughter in foreign ministries throughout the 
world. But not this time.
 For years the Soviet and its satellites had placed and managed agents all over 
the world; the man years experience you can gather together in just a few dozen 
of these  operatives and field managers is in the hundreds if not the thousands. 
Jayne knew this from her experience of running the London/Moscow desk of IOA. 
Her job as manager and assassin, Intelligence Operations and Assignments (read 
Assassination for Assignments), gave her an intimate knowledge of the scale of 
activities and the methods used. In a town  along that golden seaboard were 
several people who's careers she had followed, all of them were good, very good.  
Amongst them were at least four linguists with more than twenty languages 
between them, a physicist, and four brilliant industrialists. This time the 
intelligence community was concerned.  All that knowledge had leaked out of the 
crumbling soviet security machine, carried by these  operatives and managers. 
These bitter men and women,  who found themselves without pay and  influence at 
home, had turned to the world stage to offer their services to anyone.
The four industrialists were the key to this particular operation, desperate for 
investment and able to provide the start up finance for a multi billion dollar 
hit. Part of the proceeds to be fed back into ailing industries back home. This 
really was business, just how far would a failing industrial economy go to 
refinance and which governments would turn a blind eye.
Jayne smiled to herself as she continued to stare unseeing into the blackness 
outside.  This was not the only change the intelligence community had 
experienced in recent years. Three years ago another break with the past began, 
just as satellite surveillance and the collapse of the USSR had swept away many 
of the old ways this change had again interrupted the flow of service history. 
Once the rift was recognised and acted upon a period of sustained and 
unstoppable convulsions unfolded throughout the service structure, and with  
Jayne's full approval. It was all about women  and how they now run the show, 
everything from chief controller, through assassins to  observation and 
information operatives. Perhaps after all it wasn't a break with the past but a 
rejoining to our prehistory when the role of women as warriors was not in 
dispute. Oral and written histories of the world, controlled and handed on by 
men, had written women out of a their dynamic and now this had resurfaced 
disturbed in the ebb and flow of events. 
Invited in by the MOD, a team of psychologists had discovered that women on 
combat duties were turning out to be better learners, better at strategy, better 
at team work - perhaps the biggest factor- and could be trained in armed and 
unarmed combat methods to an extent never predicted even by the most vocal of 
service feminists.
The intention of the project was to look at the issue of  measuring the 
differences expected between the sexes, but the figures that were being 
accumulated showed huge disparities. It soon became apparent that as females 
were being introduced to combat training they began to score significantly  
higher than  men on all objective performance measures. This was found to happen  
as soon as their numbers rose above certain critical levels, creating a viable 
female culture, which allowed women to develop.  In addition when special 
stamina training started to take effect it soon became recognised that even in 
hand to hand techniques women were simply better. The ministry began to share 
results with its main ally. 
The American covert operations committees wouldn't accept the results at first, 
they usually lead in this kind of research, but eventually set up an enquiry 
team  to monitor progress in the UK and start applying the lessons at home. They 
began to take things seriously in that wonderful open minded way that Americans 
can sometimes show. However, the military reacted badly throughout most parts of 
the world, with one or two notable exceptions including Israel, and began  
systematically reducing promotion prospects for capable women and stopped 
recruiting  them into combat roles. The  boys had lined up against an old  and 
common enemy. 
The battle of the sexes had gone its usual way but in the UK intelligence sector 
something extra happened. Reluctant section heads were persuaded by the Minister 
of Defence, needless to say a woman, to put things to a test that they could 
observe and not fail to fully understand. They were later horrified to learn 
that they were to observe and be observed, what better way to test but on the 
real thing. All section heads of the intelligence network were sent on a course 
designed to prove the thesis. The men were to be tested against their female 
counterparts and their seconds in command. Thirty four male section heads 
against the only female head and thirty three at second in command level. 
Consternation and confusion became complete when the course candidates assembled 
in the Caribbean and met with the course instructors; all were  formidable young 
career women who had resigned in frustration from military service and finished 
off their training at the university of St Andrews where the original research 
for the ministry was designed and developed. These women had been recruited 
specially on behalf of the Minister of Defence herself to allow St Andrews to 
continue its work and develop the new woman methodologies,  especially in armed 
and unarmed combat. The minister knew instinctively that if it was possible to 
establish the unequivocal combat superiority of women then the dam of prejudice 
would break. This began when the male candidates first set eyes on this team of 
girls clearly unable to disguise their new found confidence and muscularity. It 
began to look like the game was up. The most notable feature of these women was 
an amazing radiance of health which immeasurably enhanced the looks of even the 
plainest amongst them. Their faces and bodies were full of character and vigour 
turning them all into quite remarkable beauties without loss of natural 
authority.
 Jayne Spence and her assistant Kali Mills were included as section head and 
second in command  and were present at this first encounter.They almost burst 
into laughter at seeing the men's faces as they took up the firm handshakes 
offered by these Amazon women.
 The course began one morning on an island set aside for special training needs. 
All course candidates were given  the same treatment, the same information and 
tasks to complete. However, methods in training between the sexes in combat 
techniques and muscle building exercises were very different. Male physiology 
was found not to be plastic enough to benefit from the methods used.  The 
sessions included long term stamina and breath control under water before normal 
training and unarmed methods were based upon male physiology and its comparative 
weaknesses.  Soon the team of women were able to swim underwater for many 
minutes at a time only needing to surface occasionally for air. To their great 
surprise they found that weight training became easy and all of the group could 
lift and push 90% to 95% of the average best of the top 10% of men. All the 
women had put on significant weight and muscle biopsies showed increased fibre 
density and depth.  Combat endurance more than doubled. The whole course was 
then weight banded for final combat.
 As the research predicted, most of the women  outclassed the men in all areas, 
including hand to hand, which put the seal on matters. Thirty of the male course 
candidates, all active operational heads, each scored lower than the average 
woman. Post experience field trials have since verified results and only one man 
now remains in a senior position. The biggest gain by the women was in combat. 
Jayne remembered the elation of taking apart some quite big men in armed and 
unarmed combat; bliss was it in that dawn.
 The defeat of these men was particularly delicious to both Jayne  and Kali as 
in their dangerous jobs they had to deal with some bad situations and the 
physical threat from men was their only handicap. The final barrier had been 
broken; imagine a girls delight at discovering a set of combat techniques that 
were devastating to male sex.
Jayne and Kali drank deep from the victory cup of female supremacy when they 
each delivered crushing defeats to nine men. Both fought well above their weight 
in three contests. Only four men won more than a third of their contests against 
a women in hand to hand. Only the very biggest could resist and managed to bring 
the men's score to  19% won, 16% drawn and the rest lost. None scored well by 
comparison in strategy, survival, team work or mental stability tests by the end 
of the course.  Kali was particularly affected  by the experience as events on 
the course later revealed.
The  humiliation of this group of men was completed on the last night of the 
course in a way that no one anticipated and the research psychologists were 
delighted with the result.  The unexpected bonus came after the farewell  dinner 
arranged for participants at the end of the gruelling ten weeks course. 
 After a subdued meal the two estranged groups of men and women retired to the 
bar to drink and the men became drunk and abusive.  The women were familiar with 
this kind of situation but the difference for them was now so striking that they 
began to hope that the men would start some kind of confrontation.  No longer 
did any of the women feel threatened by this behaviour and they became elated at 
their new found confidence. As things began to heat up between the two groups 
the research team spotted a rare opportunity and at the request of the chief 
psychologist and a visiting senior defence minister the course leaders  and 
psychologists slipped away unseen. The two groups were alone and face to face in 
a real situation. The final test, better than any that could be designed, was 
about to begin in an unexpected way.The building was sealed off. 
It didn't take long before the women got the opportunity they wanted. Now they 
really could drive home the lessons of the course.  Eventually they decided to 
challenge the men to a final showdown, and of course the group of men could not 
say no. It was decided that the best fighter from each group would fight it out 
and finally decide which of the sexes really was the  best. It was as if the men 
hadn't grasped what had happened on the course and the women wanted a final show 
down to rub their noses in it and get them  finally to  admit openly their 
defeat.
 Both groups made their way to the gym, they thought without being noticed by 
the university team and trainers, whom they assumed had gone to their sleeping 
quarters. The two groups took their positions on each side of the gym and sat 
down on the long benches they had occupied during training. The men sat in 
silence as they unavoidably recollected the scenes so recently played out. Soon 
the two chosen contestants met face to face in  the dimly lit gym as they 
stepped on to the canvas matting where so many men were defeated in combat 
against these women.
 Kali had been unanimously chosen by the women , being the most enthusiastic, 
ruthless and tallest at 5' 9". Her contestant, Ian, 6' 1" was the best the men 
could come up with. He was  one of the few men who won more than three (four) of 
his nine contests and was least bruised and sore. However, as for all the men, 
his defeats had exhausted him, the techniques used by these women were designed 
to do this. As for the women there was no tail off in energy, their reserves 
still providing fuel.
 Kali was no different, she had plenty in reserve and a track record of winning 
all her contests with surprising ease. Kali and Ian had not fought before so 
there was some hope amongst the men of a possible win.
 Formalities were discussed, no gouging, no death blows or severe joint levers. 
Normal Karate blows, Judo and Akido methods could be employed without limit to 
any non key parts of the body. Fairly serious damage was acceptable but 
permanent injuries were to be avoided if possible. The match would have no time 
breaks or rests and no submissions or appeals for mercy were to count. Only 
unconsciousness or when a team threw in the towel could the fight end. If a draw 
resulted two new contestants would be chosen until a result was reached.

Kali was very happy with the rules and the choice of Ian Clarke, section head of 
Hong Kong affairs. She had taken a fancy to him, noting him to be clean and very 
handsome, he had a  wonderful facial bone structure giving him  fine distinct 
features with a boyish look that most women on the course had noted and 
discussed. He was slim and well muscled with a quite attractive olive 
complexion. On a different course he may have been approached by a number of 
these women. He also seemed less badly affected than most of the other men by 
the total victory of the women.
 A set of shadowless lights were switched on above the mat revealing the two 
combatants standing at each end. As their eyes grew accustomed to the bright 
light Kali smiled and winked at Ian. He tried to reply in kind but he was 
obviously so scared that his attempt froze on his face. 
Kali knew she had won already.
Both contestants wore standard issue black Lycra exercise leotards designed to 
allow free movement. Kali's muscular and shapely figure was perfect, her broad 
strong shoulders tapering down to a small waist and a flat hard stomach. Her 
hips and thighs spread luxuriously framing a deep inviting crotch. Set against 
this forceful appearance were her large wide apart baby blue eyes and sun light 
blond hair tied back in a golden bun. She displayed an intense femininity but 
her bullet hard body was as threatening as a big cat, she gave the impression of 
a large and vicious panther. The audience at least on one side stared in delight 
into the pool of light as the handsome competitors moved towards each other to 
start the contest.  Ian moved with fading confidence as he eyed his powerful  
opponent.
Kali was about eight tenths of Ian 's weight, enough to bring victory over any 
man within the grasp of a trained woman. Ian's nerve continued  to desert him as 
he drank in Kalis body. He had felt awed by so many of these women but this one 
he knew was even harder, she was lethal. Fear mingled with arousal was now no 
longer a novel feeling for Ian but, as he was about to discover, the  liberal 
dose of pain to be administered by this beauty would add yet another new 
dimension to his feelings about women, and in particular this one. Kali noticed 
Ian's confusion and knew that this made her dominance over him complete; she 
determined to use his admiration and fear of her to her best advantage and 
unnerve him further. She guessed he would  already be overdrawn on his reserves 
of stamina and would be easily subdued. To complete her dominance she would, 
after the contest, make use of it again if she could leave him in a fit state 
for later. She wanted to make love to this man. After she had proved her 
supremacy she would make him talk about his  emasculation to complete her 
pleasure.
Kali had killed and injured a number of men whilst on duty and delighted in 
inflicting pain on them. Wonderful experiences she had not forgotten; she always 
wondered how these men would have described their feelings after defeat by a 
woman. A number of the beatings she had imposed on these men had been 
accompanied by the same look of astonished admiration in her victims eyes as now 
showed through the eyes of this pretty man. Kali found this particular look a 
turn on, and upon Ian, her ideal victim, she would stamp another victory.   
Contact.......immediately Ian stumbled in surprise as he came into contact with 
the hard body of his opponent, he fell backwards awkwardly on to his arm and 
Kali followed through with a kick to his inner thigh, deliberately missing her 
favourite target by an inch. There was no point in ending her pleasure too soon. 
Ian winced in agony and surprise that a woman could deliver such a blow, in all 
his contests never had a kick been so final, he could no longer move his leg. 
This beauty became an even more profound threat. Kali leant down with incredible 
grace and gripped Ian's hand on his damaged arm and twisted it upwards bringing 
him to his knees, a position she was fond of imposing upon men. Ian cried out, 
the sound of his voice lost in the cheers of the group of already triumphant 
women. The men sat silent.
Ian, his face distorted with pain, was forced to look up from his kneeling 
position, he was now pulled in close to Kali's body as she cleverly and 
painfully manipulated his hand. A classic and basic Akido wrist turn that forces 
the wrist into an alarmingly painful angle. His throat and chin were forced in 
against Kali's smooth and muscular stomach as he looked up between her  breasts 
and into her blue eyes. He could feel the warmth of her and the musty smell of 
feminine perfumes mixed in with Channel, this wonderful mixture cut right 
through to his very heart. All his memories of his loves and their fabulous 
bodies with their secret moist places crowded in on him pushing him on to a 
greater passion for this woman. She would look at him in this way many times 
during his fight to survive her onslaught, each time he would feel the same but 
with greater intensity. And just as abruptly she would rob him of his moment of 
contact with her and smash him again with a well aimed blow. Kali understood 
truly how to make a man submit to her and how she could divide his mind into 
two, one to worship her and the other to tremble in fear of her.
This woman was magical to Ian, as if she had imprisoned him in her spell of 
power, both the pain she delivered to his body and the beauty she made him see 
were drowning him in his own senses. He was adrift smashed on the rocks of her 
beauty and the pain she struck through his weakening body. What a time to fall 
in love, and he knew Kali would feel in his body his desperate and urgent 
passion for her. It was too late for defence, pleading and begging for mercy 
would now be the only way to avoid serious damage at the hands of this woman. 
 Kali relaxed her twisting grip allowing Ian a few moments without so much pain, 
she then whispered to him.
"You like my body don't you, say it"
"Yes, yes." replied Ian afraid of another grinding twist being applied to his 
now sore wrist.
"Not enough passion in your voice, not enough will not please a girl. Let me 
explain. I control you, totally. I'm going to beat you to pulp in front of all 
these women and you're going to beg me to stop" Ian continued to look into 
Kali's eyes, he was again transfixed, her  intensely beautiful face framed by 
the  beauty of her breasts. His desire for her was total, as Kali intended.  He 
saw clearly, as many men did in the audience that evening, that Kali was proving 
and establishing female superiority beyond doubt. But Ian and the women had 
understood something extra, a woman can do more.
"I'm going to make you beg , you'll beg for me to  stop. I'm going to make you 
scream and cry for mercy. You will watch my body as it smashes and bruises you. 
You will see it control you and crush you, you will watch it wreck your body" 
Keeping hold of Ian's hand and maintaining gentle but excruciating pressure on 
his wrist and shoulder she walked around the kneeling man and stood at his back. 
As she moved her powerful thighs and legs took on the appearance of a ballet 
dancer. The concentrated power of her athletic and muscular body assuring all 
onlookers of her supremacy over the kneeling man. The audience looked on at 
Kali's skill and control. Ian simply had no way of fighting back. As if to 
emphasise her contempt for the male sex Kali let go of Ian's hand leaving him 
free for a moment. Through the pain Ian realised what had happened and started 
to get off his knees.
It began to look as if Kali had made a mistake and Ian turned around to face her 
as if he were able to fight in some way.  But his fate had been sealed and all 
he could do was look into her face and wait for her to deliver the next slice of 
agony.  Some part of his mind managed to tell him to act and he lifted his fist 
and aimed it at her face. The half hearted blow never fell and Ian found himself 
rolling through the air over Kali's shoulder. Again he landed awkwardly on the 
same arm and he was further weakened. Kali pulled him up by his hair and on to 
his knees again, like a big deadly snake she threaded a muscular arm tightly 
around his neck. Ian felt the beautifully smooth skin of Kali's arm against his 
throat as she pulled him against her body. How could such fine smooth skin crush 
him so. He attempted to pull her arm away from his throat but Kali's unyielding 
arm was locked on to him.  He quickly learned that any real attempt to loosen 
her grip would be brought to an immediate halt with a body racking blow to his 
back from Kali's knee. The audience could see Ian's panic, he could not breath 
and was almost unable to move at all in her grip. 
 On his knees Ian gave in to the inevitable strategy, the next stage would be 
total exhaustion beginning with this dominatrix extending control over his 
breath. The research into women in unarmed combat showed that a well developed 
female fighter had the greatest advantage of all over the male, long term 
stamina and courage. Even if a male fighter started with a weight and strength 
advantage he could be brought down by the females superior staying power. 
Kali really had no need, Ian's exhaustion was running to its final stages. The 
women he had already lost to had seen to that, but Kali's cruelty would take his 
last ounce of strength away. Kali's turn on had become intense, she put her 
mouth close to his ear.
"I could finish you now but I want you to feel me punish you, I want you to know 
its me, a woman, doing it to you." Ian was still unable to breath despite his 
struggle against Kali's powerful grip of iron.
This was the method of beating your man, make him struggle whilst limiting his 
breath. Do this repeatedly whilst delivering a series of blows to vulnerable 
parts of his body and the male tires and looses strength. This gives the female 
total physical control over her man allowing her to choose when to deliver the 
final blow. Under field conditions this technique has considerable advantages, 
much information can be extracted from the victim, and women prove very superior 
at this method, many taking great pleasure from their new found strength. Kali 
had total control, not with the intention of extracting information from this 
man, but for her own secret pleasure.
Another blow fell sharply under Ian's shoulder blade and the pain shot through 
his good shoulder and arm, at the same time Kali allowed him to take in the 
sharp breath he desperately needed.  In agony Ian filled his lungs and 
gratefully began to breath again. He knew that his tormentresss would do this 
repeatedly so that  at first he would become clumsy and light headed and very 
out of breath. Progressively he would loose his strength and soon become unable 
to even stand, at the end he would find himself trying to crawl away form her 
systematic attack.
 Kali forced him to the ground and started to apply a series of blows, pin downs 
and strangulations. Ian began to feel the effects of this wonderful woman as she 
controlled and directing his efforts to escape.. "Feel my body Ian, watch my 
body as is destroys yours" Kali whispered, and another blow fell.
"Open your eyes Ian " Kali was now on top of him her arms around his throat 
again and her thigh was wedged into Ian's groin crushing his testicles into his 
body.
"Look at me Ian as I grind you down, look at me now"
Ian looked into Kai's eyes their blue cruelty forced home even further the 
physical torture she was inflicting upon him.
"How much can you take, how much can your body manage Ian, when will the pain 
make you surrender to me ?" 
Kali continued her subtle and painful onslaught on his body.  Much of the time 
Ian found himself locked between her smooth and well muscled thighs gasping for 
breath as she squeezed him into a series of submissions. Ian was becoming 
profoundly exhausted, his very breath was under Kali's control and he began to 
feel distant as he  attempted to crawl away from her. His body was now so 
bruised and sensitised he could feel in extreme every blow and lever Kali 
applied. This was mingled in his mind with his growing sensitivity to every 
touch of her body. Every curve and feature of Kali's body was picked up by his 
aching senses. It was if he was surrounded by her body and its perfumes. 
Occassionaly she would whisper to him, instructing him to open his eyes and look 
at her body and into her eyes. This she knew would bring him back to the terror 
of his situation and stop him drifting away into unconsciousness. He would now 
be subservient to her will, the affirmation of this was his inability even to 
control his own consciousness which could be robbed away or returned by Kali as 
she wished. Kali thought of his aching and hurt body, his pretty masculine form 
with its covering of handsome muscle and smooth skin. His inner thighs, his 
balls, his ribs and the small of his back would be hurting so much, hurt she had 
made him feel.  He now smelt of fear and the sweetness of a sweat that only a 
pretty male can give out. She loved his helpless form which was now surrendered 
to her.  She wanted to kiss his body, his pain. She wanted to finally triumph 
over Ian and force him to orgasm through his agony and as she did it to look 
into his pleading eyes and see what would be the adoration of love imposed, of 
love extracted both physically and emotionally. In her increasing sensitivity to 
Ian's plight, as her hands moved over his body towards their next crushing lever 
or smashing blow, Kali could feel the contours of his muscular shapes and the 
intimate places of his body. She also suddenly felt an intense love for her 
contestant and even Kali, dominatrix beyond compare, sympathised with Ian's 
loving compliance. Perhaps this is the ambiguity of love and power, even the 
victor must eventually fall to the loving victim, but not just now.
The heat of the lights was making Kali sweat as she worked on Ian and he felt as 
if she had covered him completely with a liquid symbol of his captivity. His 
neck, face and hair were running with the moisture from between Kali's powerful 
thighs and a deep feminine perfume flowed over and into him. For Ian time slowed 
down. As Kali rolled him painfully about the floor he would sometimes find his 
face and lips pushed against her and he could taste her body as her sweat worked 
its way into his mouth. Kali had invaded his body and was savouring her triumph 
in the sensuality of her body sliding over Ian's sensitised skin. His 
desperation was signalled to her by the agonised slowness of his movements and 
his distressed breathing. Her pleasure intensified each time she interrupted his 
absorption in her body and its deadly movements. As she squeezed a little more 
life from him or smashed a fist into him she felt his anguish as he returned 
from his awareness of her beauty to her painful attentions.
Kali deliberately and repeatedly ran her wet inner thighs roughly across Ian's 
face forcing his mouth open to drink from her, as she did this she began to 
orgasm. Her triumph was underlined by the feeling of Ian's tongue and lips 
against her leg as if in supplication to her body; this was the kiss of 
unconditional submission. Ian would now be hers, his very will shut down by 
Kali's blitz upon his senses and his heart. She now knew she had divided his 
mind and he was her property to use as she wished. Kali thought of the night 
ahead with her new slave and for a few moments she leaned back and squeezed 
Ian's head, the force of her muscular spasms appearing as a severe headlock. 
Some of the women in the audience recognised Kali's intense movements and her 
growing sexual rapture, Jayne especially was moved by Kali's display of womanly 
control of her captive male.
Kali resumed her attack and Ian felt again the jolting pain of her fists and 
knees. In between her blows he continued to feel her graceful and muscular 
movements as she repositioned herself to inflict another blow on another part of 
his tortured body. The laboured breaths that Kali allowed him to take could be 
heard across the gym; fevered gasps that would be interrupted before their 
completion.  Kali would stop soon, when she finally had what she wanted, not 
just submission but capitulation. 
And there it was, his final collapse, Ian had lost even the will to crawl away 
from her attacks, his body was loosing its motivation to move at all. Kali now 
controlled his very movements and Ian could only look at Kali's body to see how 
she would next reposition him ready to accept without reservation the stabbing 
and jolting pain that would pass through him and totally eclipse his mind. This 
was a divine and transcendental punishment.
 Kali eased off but continued enjoying her erotically charged sensations of 
dominance over him for a while. The final submission could only come when the 
group of men threw in the towel for Ian.
Kali pulled Ian onto his knees and from behind him supported his enfeebled body 
and yet again her arm slid around his throat. 
She whispered to Ian,"Say you love me"
Kali's grip tightened before he could reply, Ian's breathing stopped again. She 
detected a weak attempt to struggle brought on by Ian's panic, she kept her hold 
on him to feel his struggle die away against her power. Even in desperation he 
could not resist.
Kali smiled as she sensed his final despair, to take her pleasure of this she 
pushed her now wet crotch forcefully into Ian's back increasing her physical 
contact with him. She felt the familiar erotic sense she had of defeating a man 
again. This time she didn't let him draw breath and kept the strangle hold on 
deliberately waiting for the inevitable response. The audience became perfectly 
silent knowing what Kali was looking for. 
Strangulation can produce in the male an erection fuller and more erotic than 
the norm and soon they could see the tell tail bulge in her helpless victims 
leotard. This signalled Kali's final triumph over this man and his gender. Kali 
threw her head back and her body arched as she again climaxed. The audience of 
women roared approval as Ian was lifted by his neck to  hang helplessly, his 
knees suspended inches above the floor.
Kali let Ian back down on to his knees and released her grip slightly to allow 
him to breath again. Ian's panting body heaved in a gulp of air again as Kali 
allowed him to recover a little. Quickly, and unseen to the audience, she pushed 
her tongue in and out of her victims ear and whispered again.
"Say you love me and you'll do as your told tonight and I' ll stop" 
Between his racing breaths Ian tried to whispered his answer but he hadn't 
enough strength left to be coherent. But Kali was almost satisfied and started 
her final attack. Surely there could be no more. Ian's body almost convulsed 
with his disappointment and terror as he felt Kali's grip tighten again and her 
crotch press further into his back.
"Remember I'll kill you if you don't obey"  To Ian the threat was as true as it 
was deadly, he would comply with anything this woman wanted of him, so complete 
was her victory.
The women in the  audience were all grinning in triumph and the men's faces were 
expressionless. To a man they felt Ian's defeat at the hands of this lovely 
goddess. Kali pulled Ian onto the floor and keeping her arm around his throat 
turned him over on to his stomach. Her legs remained over his front and back, 
she crossed her feet and gripped hard with her thighs. With her arm still around 
his neck she twisted his upper body towards her and pushed her hips forward and 
into his side. She closed her eyes  and climaxed again, what appeared to be 
effort was Kali's secret erotic triumph.
The last thing that Ian felt was this beautiful dream of a woman almost breaking 
his back, strangling him and stroking the back of his head with a gentle and 
almost loving  touch as he slipped gratefully away into unconsciousness. 

Kali stood up and looked at the group of men as the now limp and conquered man 
lay to the floor.   To emphasis her triumph over the body at her feet she placed 
her foot in Ian's still  face. The towel landed on the  mat and a cheer went up 
from the group of excited and now satisfied women.  Only a few of the women, 
including Jayne Spence, had noticed the erotic ending for Kali. But all had 
become affected by the loveliness of the woman and the deadly beauty of her 
performance. 

Somewhere up high in one of the darkened observation galleries above this 
remarkable scene a Sony Hi 8 ministry camera stopped its recording. The group of 
psychologists and trainers stood behind a seated junior defence minister, his 
face did not show the disturbing thoughts running through his head. He and his 
minister didn't expect the results of this course to be so definite and he 
realised that a revolution  was about to be released. Women now had claimed the 
high ground and the intelligence departments had to act, this final film of a 
series of secretly made recordings was indisputable proof that  new woman 
methodologies of covert operations worked in the real world for all properly 
selected female staff. He knew he was about to betray his own sex but the 
evidence was just too great. The minister hurriedly left the scene to report to 
his boss on the security net, she insisted on hearing important news straight 
away. Slowly the groups split up and retired, the battle of the sexes finally 
won.

Later that fateful night a more tender scene was played out between the two 
protagonists as Kali walked into Ian's soul and claimed her property, his heart.