Dr Jones and the Princess by Plowjack Professor Jones pulled hard at the wrench. Devidasi watched, and was impressed to see muscle swell in the academic's forearm. Most archeologists spent too much time at their desks. The lug-nut cracked loudly as it loosened, and the tire was changed smoothly, Devi holding the loose pieces for the professor. "Done and Done," she said, and rose to her 6'2" height, stretching her arms overhead. Devi was always impressed with her boss's body. At the age of forty the professor was toned and hard, with a smooth layer of female padding over thick muscle. Shaking out her body, Athena Jones grabbed her khaki shirt and buttoned it over the little white undershirt, then pulled her leathers back on. "Ready then, Doctor," Jones said. "Ready, doctor," the Indian woman answered. Herself 5'10" tall and dressed in road-leathers, dusty from the mountain trails. "This sun is punishing," the older woman said "let's find a tree and a rock and review the plan before we charge in." An hour's ride down the mountain trail found a shady dell, cooler than the sunlit air. Dr Devidasi, 27 years old and a veteran of these wild hills, spread out an amateur map. "These brigands are from one of the interior peoples. There are seven of them, and they run small - I'm a giant among them - but they are very strong and fierce - don't be confused; they will have an arm off with their knives in a minute. The three boys were taken from their adventure-camp vacation, and the ransom-note came by their cell-phones. The government is going in the front door, slowly, and we're ... " "Not," the professor said, wiping her gun clean of dust and slipping it back into it oiled holster, "though I always prefer not to actually shoot anyone if I can avoid it." "A fine plan, boss," the Indian woman answered. "Don't 'boss' me, doctor," Jones laughed, "you hired me." "Because you're the best. Sorry, boss, you'll always be 'the boss' to me." "Thanks, Devi - you're the best ... Now, we'll take this back trail on the bikes, and down this grade ... " A crescent moon was shining overhead as the two crept through the Indian jungle. Devi, trained in several eastern fighting forms, moved silently. "Shut up, Professor," she hissed, as the American woman stomped dry brush. "Sorry ... " she said, "but look!" A sentry had spotted the big woman, and was setting out at a run toward her. Standing perhaps 5'9" he looked composed of rope and wire, with a big knife in one hand and a forked knife in the other. He was intently-focused on his target, and was easily taken-down by a sudden strike. Devi stomped his right elbow under her motorcycle boot, twisted his left arm like taffy and punched him three times in the face, without making a noise. She took his weapons and vanished into the bush. "Crap!" Jones muttered, and snuck along toward the lights below. Charles Wesley Jenkins ... "Chad" ... was hungry, frightened for his life or worse, and stark naked. His wrists were chained together, with a short chain attached to a soccer-ball sphere of iron - a fuckin' ball-and-chain! That went right along with these primitive little fucks. They had snatched them right out of their vehicles. Out of six members - three tourists, fresh from school, two hard-seeming safari-guides and a naturalist - two had made it to this little compound alive. Chad's mind recoiled from the images of the naturalist's death at the hands of the little ... fucking goblins! ... Of their blades. Whimpering, he retreated to the pile of furs and reeking cloth he had for a cot. He was alone in the shed with Rob, his captors having left an hour before. Rob was sleeping in his corner, similarly chained. Rob hadn't been awake much in the last two days - Chad suspected a head injury, which was likely bad news. He could scoot the big ball a few inches at a time, and he pulled it to his knees, tucking his bound wrists between his knees. Dammit, he was crying again ... Suddenly he heard the ratchet of rapid gunfire outside the cement shed in which he was chained, and five deliberate single-shots in answer. There was shouting in that gibberish and ... English? Then the wooden door rattled as something slammed against it, and then again. Finally it burst inward, breaking its central boards. More gunfire sounded outside the door as a huge figure, seemingly covered in blood, stomped down the door, holding the body of one of the bandits by the neck. The body looked floppy, and it was thrown twitching to the floor. Two more bandits were engaged with the big ... woman?! One was striking at her ankles, but her thick boots were saving her while other was on her back. She slammed backward into the cement wall and dislodged the second but the first's knife was striking around her thigh toward her crotch. Chad watched as the huge woman beat the strike to grab the little man's wrist. A quick twist of her arm and the sound of snapping bone was followed by a howl as she dragged the bandit out and in front of her. One terrifying punch to his head and he fell to the ground. Chad suddenly noted that the other bandit had crept around the room, and was about to slit Rob's throat. His scream was shrill and panicked. The attacker drew a handgun, aimed surely and fired, knocking the bandit back with a neat hole in his head. Chad was terrified to see the red rope of spurting blood where the knife had already done the job. In seconds blood was flooding the area. "Shit! Devi, how's the yard?" "Clear, boss, but the other sentry had a radio." "Shit! You, boy, come on, we gotta go," she turned to the door. "I caaan't," she heard, with a choking sob. Turning, she saw his predicament. He was trying to drag the heavy iron ball, with very little success. "Just pick it up," she shouted, but she started toward him. His efforts looked pathetic, and she laughed as she reached him. She gripped the chain just above the ball and put the other arm around Chad's slender butt, then hoisted both into her cradling arms. "Come on princess," she said as she carried him out of the hut. "Well look at that," Devi laughed as she saw the naked white boy, tears streaming. He was heaving with sobs, clinging to the Professor, "last one left?" "I'm afraid so ... kinda my bad on the other one." "This is Chad - he's the really rich boy. We've rescued the prince so it's a win." He continued to weep and sob against Athena's wide chest. "Come on, let's get the bikes before dem gumment gets here." Halfway up the grade Jones was tired of the ball-and-chain. "Sweetie," she said, looking the young man in the face, "I'm gonna need you to hold onto me. Here, leg's around here, and hold my neck ... Good, both hands free, now, this little chain is old ... " Chad watched as her thick fingers found the center link of the chains. Her hands were veiny, looking like steel cable as she grunted, and bent the thick, rusty iron ring the half-inch required to slip the wrist chains and the ball. Chad shook out his arms, and once again burst into tears. "Oh thank you, thank you ... who ... who are you?" "Just call me Dr Jones, princess," she chuckled, and the boy didn't even seem to notice. She carried him the rest of the way to the motorcycles, then stripped off her jacket and gave him her canvass shirt, big enough to cover his butt. "Now climb on, Chad, and try to hold on tight. We're getting out of here." Finally she gave him her jacket, too, so that he could get a solid grip around her waist. She directed his hands to her pectoral muscles and told him to grip as hard as he needed to stay on his seat. When he got into place she was sure she felt him hard against her back. They went at a breakneck pace over the mountain roads. Once again Chad feared for his life, but he took comfort in clinging as close and hard as he could to the mountain of feminine strength who had saved his life. Her thick, hard chest made a good grip, and she didn't seem the least bothered by his hardest squeeze. She told him to hold her round firm tits as they bounced over rough road - no bra for his amazon hero. Her huge body made him feel so safe after his terror ... so big and strong ... When they arrived back at the facility where they were being housed Jones insisted on taking Chad directly to the showers. She told Devi to find him some clothes. "Yeah, boss, fine," Devi said, chuckling. "Did you come on me, Chad?" Jones asked, pulling off her undershirt. It was obviously wet. "I ... I ... you're ... Oh thank you, Dr Jones ... I thought I was dead ... you saved me ... I'm sorry I ... you're ... " Jones laughed as she stripped off her tattered pants and panties. "Come on princess, we're filthy," she said, and they turned on the water. Little men like Chad were fun for Athena. He was maybe 5'9", 135 lbs of nothing much. He had enough muscle-tone to show some abs and have bumpy arms, but it was all tiny. He washed himself, but his eyes were fixed on the older woman's thick, rippling muscles. She washed her back-length hair, graying at the temples but lush, and he watched her arms and legs flex. The cuffs were still on his wrists, and Jones, soaped up his arms and hands, gently and strongly freeing him at last. The memory washed over him and he felt helplessly weak again ... trapped ... but she could help him ... so strong ... "Dr Jones, I still want to hold on to you," he said, his eyes like a puppy's, "I'm ... I'm so afraid ... " He threw himself against her wide hips as the water poured over them, his arms around her back, his head barely above her bosom. She was pleased to feel his cock hard again, poking between her legs. His face turned up to her - he was pretty - cornsilk blonde hair, blue eyes, full lips ... nice lips ... She wrapped him in her arms, then lifted him again by the butt. "Oh thank you ... " he said, "thank you ... safe now ... I've never seen a woman crush men like that ... your awesome muscles ... " "Yes, I have that effect on weak little men, honey," she said, kissing him in her arms. "What is it that princesses say," he said, batting his eyes comically - "I'm so grateful ... I'll do anything to thank you ... anything at all!" Chad felt himself crushed in her tightening arms as she kissed him hard. "Do you know how to suck pussy, princess?" "I've been to college, Dr Jones" He was enthusiastic with his gratitude. So Chad was returned to his family's attorney, and would be flown home. They all stayed in their assigned rooms in the officer's guest-barracks, riding the Jenkins' family's influence. Later, when all was quiet, Jones padded through the halls. She was considerably more stealthy in hotels than in the jungle ... sigh ... life experience she supposed. She knocked gently but the door was open as they had arranged. She clicked the lock behind her. The room was dark except for the little light by the bed. "Hello Dr Jones," he said from the bed, sitting up. She chuckled and sauntered toward the bed, pulling the pink silk top off her body. She still wore pink silk harem-pants on her huge hips and thighs. "Call me Athena, honey, and I suppose I'll call you Chad. Come and have a drink with me, honey." There was scotch in the bar and she poured them glasses. Chad was naked as they sat in the big chairs with their drinks. "To Sir Athena, my knight in shining armor," he quickly toasted, and they laughed and tossed the shots back. "I don't know about the 'sir' part, Chad." "You ... you're ... so ... I feel ... please hold me Dr Jones." He climbed into the big chair with her, and she arranged him on her lap. They poured and hit another shot of whisky. "Dr Jones ... I like calling you that ... I was so helpless. Those men, they were strong like gorillas, and I was so terrified, I didn't even try to fight. The chains ... I was too weak ... " He wrapped both hands around her right arm, and squeezed. Smiling she flexed her biceps, pushing his soft hands apart as it pumped. "Awesome ... " he sighed, "what an arm ... your chest ... your breasts are perfect, but those muscles ... you're like a mighty hero, Dr Jones ... my hero ... you broke them like toys ... "You're babbling again, Chad," she chuckled and kissed him silent. A hand between his legs found him hard again. "Dr Jones, I like it when you call me ... princess," he blushed berry-red, clear down to his cock, "it makes me feel so small and weak, but so safe." "You are small and weak, boy," she said, with a growl," look at you - barely stand to my chin, tiny little chest and shoulders," she flexed her own chest under him, and he gripped her pecs. "Flex your arms for me, princess," she smiled. "Aw no, Dr Jones," he whined, "I'm so ... " She gripped his forearms and pulled his arms up, forcing them into flex position. "Flex, girly ... don't tell me no ... " he fought a little in her grip and she smiled, "Ooo, yeah, come on try to escape ... that's it ... ooo, struggle, those tiny little muscles ... no, princess can't escape ... too weak ... " He burst into tears again, sobbing ... "Oh, my poor princess, I'm sorry," the big woman gathered the man to her. "Here honey," she laid him against her tit, hand on her muscular arm, where he could suckle. He was hard in her hand in seconds, and she stood from the chair, cradling him. She carried him to the bed and tossed him down, then crawled across him and laid on her back. "Get me all nice and wet, sweetie. I love those lips." He really was good at that, and soon she was dripping and enflamed. "Do you want me to fuck you now, princess?" "P ... please, sir ... " "So sweet, my little blonde prize." She clamped his legs together between hers, and pressed herself down on his modest member, easily taking it all in one stroke. He was an adequate handful, and she settled a lot of weight down on him, rocking herself back and forth on his cock. "Oh, you're big ... " he said, and she felt him push up into her, starting to thrust. She smiled, and put more weight on him. She stroked his body, up from his waist over his chest, massaging his pecs and thumbing his brown nipples. "Such a soft little boy-princess ... here, give me your little hands." Chad was in a trance of lust ... and fear ... and lust. He knew he was kind-of a wimp ... at 5'9" and 138 lbs, lots of women were bigger than him. But Athena Jones ... his hero ... those thighs ... arms ... her chest was bending toward him ... "Give me your hands ... " ... yes, my love ... love ... oh yes ... Jones squeezed him with her pussy - she did work it out, and she closed firmly on him as she slid back and forth slowly. "Ok, honey, now put your hands on your chest, and I want you to just hold them, there ... just keep me from moving your hands, as much as you can. OK, Chad?" "B ... but ... " "Come on ... I like to play with my food ... I want to feel just how strong you really are." He thought he could manage that, and when she gently started to pull he clutched his hands to his chest. "That's it honey. Fight me ... " She found herself lifting his shoulders from the bed as he held his arms firm, his upper body flexing. "Ooo, cute little muscles," she said, and pulled his arms out to the side. She had to use some muscle to do it, and she went slow, the smaller man putting up some resistance. "Cute, though, not strong," and she forced his wrists down onto the bed. Chad's arms burned, and he ceased his struggle ... helpless ... kisses ... her hands on his arms ... He was crying again ... kissing his tears ... "Oh princess, I've got you, honey," Jones smiled as the man ... little sissy ... wept, "Shhh, here we go ... " She began slamming herself down on his cock and hips, raising and pounding. Releasing his arms she rested in her elbows, bosom in his face, and used her body to pound him down into the bed. She was very pleased when he lasted five minutes, then more ... "Come for me, little princess," she growled. She felt his hands grip her arms, and she kissed him and flexed her muscles in his hands. He gasped and moaned, and she felt his spasm and flow in her. "That's it ... little boy-princess ... Athena's got you ... sweet ... " She was pleased again at how quickly he responded for a second go. *** *** *** Jones was given a hefty reward, minus some apology-money for Rob's family. A week later she received a note at her university office, and then a visit from Chad. Despite the pretext of seeking employment as an archeological intern, it took just minutes for him to be on her lap and in her arms. Before he left they were a couple, and he was calling her 'boss'. Chad's money and family cachet prevented there from being too much snickering when he was 'squired' around town by the well-known but slightly suspect archeologist, twice his size. They spent a great deal of time alone in Athena's townhouse That fall Chad was dressed to the nines in a sleek, modern evening tux - he knew Athena liked his slim figure, so it was tailored close to his little waist and hips. He hired a car, so they could both drink, and arrived at her townhouse just in time to pick her up for the university ball and dinner. Chad rang the bell, and was buzzed in to the big foyer. When Athena Jones came through the door, he felt like she was already squeezing the breath from him. She had put on heels, making her stand inches over 6 feet tall. Her long, iron-gray hair was glossy, swept back from her face and curling over her powerful bare shoulders. Her complexion was not smooth - but too much time in sun and wind had not changed the strong, fine bones of her jaw and cheeks, the sensual curve of her lips or the clarity of her large green eyes. She wore an off-the-shoulder black gown, below the knee, with plenty of bosom visible above the bodice, and a barbaric silver-and-god necklace of glyphs and ancient letters Her neck swept into her shoulders and her arms (her arms ... ). She smiled and held out her hands, and Chad went to her. She drew his hands to her lips, pulling him lightly against her. "Hello Princess," she said in her deep voice. "Oh boss ... " he said, his lips on her chest, "Dr Jones, you're so ... beautiful ... amazing ... " She released his hands and he gripped her biceps admiringly. "Do you worry about intimidating the smaller men?" "No, honey, I don't worry, but, here ... " she pulled a little black silk jacket embroidered in an oriental style from a chair. It covered her biceps, but when she buttoned it her shoulders and chest just looked even more broad. "Covers my big scary muscles, anyway ... less intimidating, sweetie?" "Maybe ... a little ... I love you, Dr Jones" "I love you too, princess. Time to go." She offered her silk-covered arm and he took it, his hands caressing her thick muscle warmly as they walked to the limousine.