BUSTED by John Alexander A visit from two Valkyries Update: 02/11/1997 to misc3 He gazed at the monitor of his computer trembling with excitement. The screen said "Click here only if you are over 18 years of age", feeling naughty, but clever, knowing that he could do so with impunity,he clicked there. The screen began loading with the home page of nearly naked female bodybuilders that he loved so much. Then he heard heels clicking in the hall outside his room, probably mom, he thought. He had his own hot key to close the screen and he knew that he never would get caught, arouse some suspicions perhaps, but not get caught red handed. He turned back to the screen. Then he heard a sexy woman's voice, gently, sexily, call his name: "Paul?". He froze. It wasn't mom, whut the..... He heard the door open and turned around and saw the most amazing thing of his life. Standing before him was a gigantic woman, over six feet tall, wearing some kind of cape and a helmet with horns on it. She leered down at him with eyes like stars and a smile that was radiant as the sun, beaming an excitement that was both kindly and sinister. He was transfixed. He was caught in the act, she knew. "Well, Paul, you know I know you're being a bad boy..... don't you?" She said in a soft voice, friendly yet menacing, with a faint accent. Suddenly she pulled a hand from her cape and flashed her badge at him "VALKYRIE NET POLICE" it said. He was stunned. He was unable to think of anything to say, he was scared. He noticed her naked muscular arms extending free from her cape as she stood akimbo before him. In shame he glanced down and saw her polished jackboots complete with glistening steel riding spurs standing on his once familiar bedroom floor."Like my boots?" she whispered."Oh my!" he panted, he was in some kind of warm stupor, he felt his loins uncoiling in an erection which deepened his humiliation." I know what you're thinking." she said with perfect poise and dignity which sent his sense of embarrassment into a tailspin from which he knew he would not recover. "And... I know you've been a very bad dirty little boy, and bad dirty little boys need to be punished and they really want to be punished because they're really good little boys....don't they" she said in the most friendly and self confident voice he had ever heard, and he knew he was in love, this was what love was all about, for the first time in his life he felt it, he knew, he understood, he understood the power of it. Even if it was her power, that was mere detail, he wanted more of this. What she said seemed to sort of make sense, it only mattered that she might want something from him and he desperately wanted to give it. Everything about him was raised in hope and longing that she would tell him what it was, he had never had a higher hope in his entire life than for her to tell him what it was. Time stood still. "You do want to be punished, don't you?" she asked in a voice that seemed to caress his anguish. She had told him, this was what she wanted, all he had to do was say yes. Oh joy. "wesss...uk" he swaked, this wasn't going to be easy. "Was that supposed to be a yes?" she smiled at him as she threw back her cape, revealing her muscular body, naked except for a studded black leather halter that she wore, which concealed nothing much to speak of. Especially not her huge heaving breasts mounted defiantly on her muscular chest. He eagerly nodded yes, that was supposed to have been a yes. "Well then, I will punish you because you're a good boy." He was a good boy! The thought melted his heart, he had never been so happy in his life, his totally stiff penis was drenching the front of his pants like crazy as if in celebration. She looked down at his innocent beaming smile radiating pure joy at her, this had been easy. "Well" she said in slightly more challenging tone, "Are you going to get undressed so I can punish you, or am I going to undress you my self?". His mind reeled with this complicated thought, he had a choice to make and he didn't know which was right, one of them might be wrong, what was he to do? He was so confused that he couldn't answer, he felt that he had failed her and great big tears ran down his cheeks as he looked at her with big pleading eyes begging to be told what to do. "Stand up then!" Trembling with gratitude he stood. Her movements were the embodiment of strength and purpose as she efficiently, and without distraction, unbuttoned his shirt. Her own strength and confidence communicated itself to him and he reacted with even more tremors of excitement. He felt himself shrinking physically before her as she grew until she loomed over him like an invincible purposeful giantess whose blonde hair caught the light from the overhead like the halo of an avenging angel, as she dropped his pants to his ankles. His tongue dropped from his open mouth and he gaped at her in a complete stupor of lust, his whole being was concentrated in his dripping penis, he belonged to her, not himself, and he longed to be this way only more so if at all possible. His quivering nervousness had been replaced by a dead calm, she had brought him to the very eye of his masculine submissiveness and he stood before in complete serenity and defenseless obedience.She leaned down and gently pinched his chin. "First I'm going to give you something to drink." He was spellbound by the sense of menace in her voice. "Lie down." she advised, and he fell into a swoon on the floor, his toungue still idiotically extended from his gaping mouth. Glowing with pride in her domination of her prey she stood over his head, and then slowly, purposefully squatted over his face, as she deftly shed the tiny loincloth that covered her hairy pussy. He felt small and helpless as he gazed up at her, he could feel a cruelty emanating from her as she evilly smiled down at him and his open gaping mouth. He knew what was going to happen, a thought that it was dirty fled through his mind unwanted and unwelcome. More than anything he wanted to tangibly consume some of the evil power that he felt radiating from her in throbbing vibrations. A golden stream of warm water emerged from her into his savoring mouth, as he surrendered himself to the experience it became a stronger stream, finally a torrent, splashing over his eyes, drowning him as he gasped for air, filling him with a warm sense of delight in his own shameful relation to her. Then it ended. He looked up at her smiling face through her huge breasts, her face was gleaming with victory and satisfaction." Now that you've had your nourishment, time for your punishment!" she said in a new, airily husky, voice.He was in a dream state as she led him up a laid him across her lap as she sat in his very own chair at his forgotten computer. A faint snapping sound drifted up to his room from downstairs. But he was lost in the sensation of his naked body lying against the iron muscles of her living thighs. His warm hardon shamelessly nuzzled against her. Meekly he waited what came next. Her hand fell on his ass and the pain sent a flood of delight through his body. Again and again, her hand fell. Mindlessly he twitched and squirmed as the sensation in his stinging ass competed with the roaring delight he felt in his penis. Part of him wanted to hold out to endure, to survive, to resist being transformed forever, to preserve his young manhood, but with a sense of fiendishness to match her own he rejected health and dignity and self and allowed himself to fail, and this intent sparked a spraining knot of sensation deep in his loins and like a panting mindless slug, he discharged himself all over her burning legs. He was too weak to pursue wondering if he had just offended her, he collapsed sighing and panting into a defeated oblivion. Apparently he hadn't offended her, for he felt her fingers gently brushing over the tender skin of his stinging buns as she softly hummed a little lullaby. She toyed with the fine hair of the limp boy in her lap as she awaited his recovery, and slowly he came around. Taking him by the ears she held his face up to hers and softly reminded him that he had to clean her up, and kissed him on the nose. Humbly, he began to lick his gooey semen from her legs, a day ago he would have thought having cum in his mouth, even his own, was queer, but that was an aeon ago. As if to somehow express his gratitude he licked up his mess with all the devotion his young heart could muster.But she had other ways for him to express his devotion and gratitude in mind as she spread her legs and forced him to kneel between them. All was obvious to him as he stared into the hair of her loins and delighted in her womanly scent. Gently he began to lick her drenching cunt. He had no trouble finding her enormous clit, he worshipped it, delighted to find another way to abject his masculinity for her, she began rhythmically responding to him, he felt as if by debasing himself he was making her stronger, and that was what he wanted more than anything. He could feel her getting stronger, larger and more powerful as he licked her loin, she was gripping his head with her hands, she was panting and groaning. Delerious with power and delight she had an inspiration; slowly, methodically, she bucked her pelvis into his servile face and raised her jackboots until her cruel steel spurs were poised over his already tender and unsuspecting rump. Then, with deliberate purpose, she sank her spurs into his soft flesh and felt him melt into an ever deeper level of gentle submission to her. Perfect! With a sudden roar she clamped his head in the vise of her legs as she came in celebration of a new level of superiority over him and all men, and she ejaculated into his mouth. Reluctantly she released him.A faint commotion of some sorts wafted into the room from downstairs. Dreamily she looked down at him regarding him with regal objectivity, as he gazed back at her with tender hearted awe. She broke their reverie by abruptly standing up and pulling her sprawled cape back around her. "Now," She began in a schoolmistress tone, "We know that even very good boys will act bad if we let them, don't we?" This seemed so obvious that he simply nodded in agreement. "And we don't want good boys to act bad do we?" She said rather more warmly, and again he nodded in fascination.Bending down, holding him beneath his chin, looking deep into his yearning eyes she softly asked: "Do you want me to help you to keep from acting bad?" Her help, oh he wanted that so much! his pleading eyes answered for him. He swooned, sick with love. "Well then!" she exclaimed suddenly playful, "This has been found to work... in many cases!" and reaching into a pocket in her cape she pulled out a funny looking little black leather thing with shiny metal studs on it. His eyes riveted on her left hand which brandished the thing. "This," she continued, "Is a cock restraint to make you a good boy, do you want to wear it for me?" Wear it for her, he thought, oh! would she actually put it on him? "Now, you must realize," she stated very thoughtfully, "that this will make your little erections very painful, if indeed.....you can have them at all while you're wearing this." Her solemn warning went right past him as his mind riveted on her reference to his "little" erection and the whole new world of humiliation that this single word promised for him. Smiling like the fool that he was he simply nodded eagerly to everything that she was saying. Savoring yet another victory over the male at her feet she brightly instructed him to spread his legs, which he did with a submissiveness that becoming second nature to him. Smiling broadly, she deftly snuggled she painful device onto his genitals which were meekly offered to her between his splayed legs. With a giggle and a tug she was done and the foolish boy would be her prisoner, even in her absence. Guiding him to his feet he stood beaming before her as she threw back her cape again revealing her Amazonian physique. Still smiling at him she drove her powerful fist into his surprised abdomen bending him over, then she hit him on the back knocking the wind out of him and driving him to his knees. She walked toward the door, turned and smiled gayly at him and cheerfully waved goodbye at him as he looked up at her in agony, and he realized that his physical agony from her punches was nothing compared to the emotional agony he felt from the fact that she was leaving, and he thought he understood perhaps why she did that. In an instant the door was closed and she was gone. She felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment as she strode down the hall, leavened as always by a sense of sadness and shame. Yes it was sad to have to treat men like this, she wasn't all good, and neither were they, it was a shame, and she felt it. She worried if he would be alright, she knew he would be, but she let herself worry because she felt he deserved that much. She owed it to herself as well, don't deny your feelings girlie she told herself walking slowly down the hall. Recovering her serenity, she stepped out of the session and onto the staircase that led from the hall to the downstairs. Descending, she regarded the scene in the living room. A large naked woman of obvious, but poorly defined muscularity, lounged in an overstuffed chair while a naked man lovingly licked her feet. He was smaller than the woman and his backside was covered with fresh bleeding welts. His glasses waited where they had been laid for him on the end table. Towering over then both was her partner, wearing a different style of helmet, devoid of her cape altogether, wearing only her studded body harness with a cat of nine tails nonchalantly dangling from her right hand. A small forgotten stain marred the carpet. Her partner turned to her as she alighted from the stairs."Everything OK upstairs?" she asked in an American accent. "Yep, shore is!" she replied mimicking her partner's accent. She looked into the eyes of the woman in the chair and continued in the professional manner of a surgeon; "Your son will be just fine. "The woman leaned forward and grabbed the man at her feet by the ears and gave him a intimate murmur, before rising to greet the tamer of her son. "How can I thank you enough!" exclaimed the mother as she gave her a big hug, "For showing me what my dear hubby of all these years was really like, oh he's soooo sweet!" In her flat American accent her partner intoned: "Yep, that web site sure has helped us track down a lot of our kind." Then archly, "I think your son is the one who helped tip us off to you all." "How..?" began the mother. "He'll be just fine.." she replied, "He was so brave that you'd hardly even notice." She told the beaming mother, who replied "You simply must come and visit again!" "Oh, I'll be back," she began, then hesitantly "I put my cock harness on him." The mother regarded her with expectant suspicion until she shrugged her shoulders and girlishly confessed "Every girl should own one I guess." And the mother's expression melted into one of smug satisfaction and she glanced at her husband kneeling nakedly at her feet. His eyes flashed approval with a feeling akin to nostalgia at the thought that this lovely creature would be to his son what his wife had become to him. Seeing their acquiescence, she grinned and bit her lip, anticipating the joy of dreams yet undreamed. Changing the subject she asked: "How did things go down here?" "Show them your tongue dear!" instructed the wife and with his eyes glowing with his newfound joy at being humiliated by women he innocently lowered his tongue from his mouth revealing the solid brown stain on it, thrilling at the abject spectacle they had made of him. As they laughed heartily at him, he hoped more than anything that the women would be pleased with his gleeful acceptance of his own debasement which his swelling member confessed to them all. And in that spirit of merriment, the strange visitors were seen to the door. The man, unsure of the proper etiquette for his new role, simply crawled after them until his wife led him obediently to his feet, from where he observed and participated in the hearty farewells like a little boy in the presence of grownups as the guests left the door. Upstairs, as the two Valkyries walked out into the dark rain of the night, Paul was beginning to recover from his experience enough to realize that he could commune with his departed lover by logging on to his favorite site and feeling the torment of her cock harness against his excited flesh. Sighing in gratitude for the weakness she had brought him, he relished the pains of his lust while hoping that she would remember him.