Here's Pt 3 That's why you're so weak, kitten!
by plowjack@hotmail.com
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I woke up with Patty's big nipple pressing my mouth. I was still wrapped in 
her arms and legs, her hands on my head and butt. The morning light graced 
the lovely face of my captor, and I kissed her cheek. I wrapped my hands 
around her arms and squeezed the muscles, her biceps now almost soft, that I 
now lusted for. Se stirred, and her body tightened around me. I took her 
nipple into my mouth and gently licked and sucked.

"Good morning, kitten," she said, her hand tightening on my butt. She 
molded my body to hers, pressing my face into her cushiony chest. "Mmm", she 
purred, "this is perfect." Her nipple stiffened in my mouth and she wiggled 
her mighty curves against me. My cock became hard instantly.

In the light of morning I had no doubt that I was completely enchanted by 
my amazon lover's aggressive, dominant sexuality. I had no thought now of 
escaping, only a desire to cling to her hard shoulders, worship her body and 
give and get amazing sensations.

Patty rolled me onto my back, lying on me with her tit still in my mouth. 
With a hand on my forhead she puled her breast from me and gave me the 
other. "Your mouth is so sweet, creampuff..." she murmured, then pulled away 
and rose slowly to her feet standing astride my chest. She stretched and 
flexed, less pumped now, more the big, round sexpot. But I knew the power in 
those curves, those thick arms. I sat up and hugged her thighs, kneeling 
before her. She took me by the neck and pulled me away, saying, "Excuse me 
for a while baby. There's a bath and shower just through that door." I was 
left on the floor, my cock twitching, as I watched her big ass walk away.

I got up and stretched, then moaned as I felt the stiffness of my bruised 
muscles. I went into the bathroom and relieved myself, then jumped 
immediately into the shower. I stretched in the hot stream, feeling like 
every part of me had been wrenched and crushed. My nipples were tender and 
my lips bruised. My arms and shoulders and chest were sore, my arms heavy as 
lead when my smashed muscles were asked to lift them. I felt somewhat better 
after a shower had loosened me up, as I toweled myself with a thick terry 
towel.

I brushed out my shoulder length brown hair and turned to look at my naked 
form in the full-length mirror. At 36 I was in OK shape, my shoulders broad 
and my hips narrow, my belly just a little thick. But my arms and legs 
lacked definition and my chest was soft and featureless. My neck was covered 
in bruises, reminding me how easily I had been raped by a pretty woman. I 
flexed my right arm, though the effort was painful, and my biceps made only 
a vague swelling.

"That's so cute, kitten." I turned quickly and reddened with embarrassment 
to see Patricia standing behind me, smiling wide, wearing only little black 
bikini panties. "You look good, lover," she said, "You've got just the kind 
of male body I love. You're attractive and masculine, but so soft and weak 
compared to a woman like me." She stepped up behind me and took me in her 
arms. Standing on her toes, she was practically as tall as me. She pulled my 
head around and kissed me hard, then turned me to face the mirror and stood 
next to me. Her shoulders were nearly as wide as mine, round and clearly 
defined. Her hips were half-again as wide as mine. "Look at our thighs," she 
said, raising her leg on tip-toe and flexing her huge muscles. My own thigh 
seemed barely more than half of hers, pale and doughy next to her tan, hard 
leg. "Do you see why it's so easy for me to use you? Look at this arm..." 
She flexed, and her bicep swelled, clearly visible like half an orange. 
"Feel it baby..." I ran my hand over her arm, amazed again at her 
development. Not only was her biceps hard as oak, but her triceps were thick 
and solid. My hand made it a little more than half-way around her arm. I 
squeezed and her arm felt solid through and through. My cock began to 
stiffen as I caressed her muscles, and I bent and kissed her biceps. "Feel 
how thick and hard I am?" she teased, " that's the difference between us. 
Flex your little arm for me again, kitten." I flexed, and it was plainly 
smaller than her. I flinched as she gripped my arm, fear flooding me, 
remembering the power in her hands. She squeezed and kneaded my sore arm, 
but didn't crush it as I knew she could. She kissed my arm in turn, saying 
"Your biceps is only a little smaller than mine, kitten, but the rest of 
your arm is just mush. Your triceps," she squeezed hard,a dn I winced, " is 
tiny and soft and your tendons are like butter. That's why you're so weak, 
my pretty little kitten."

Now she was crushing my arm again, and I gasped as she compressed my 
bruised muscles. I reflexively grabbed her wrist to pull her off, but of 
course I was too weak to move her. Instead she took a handful of my hair 
and dragged me down to my knees, then slapped my face hard. "Listen wimp," 
she growled, "if I want to squeeze you - if I want to pound your body to 
mashed potatoes - there's nothing you can do about it." She grabbed a wrist 
and twisted my arm until I moaned and begged her to stop, not daring to 
struggle. She dragged me back to my feet by the hair, "Get up, creampuff. 
We've got some unfinished business." She marched me to the studio.

Back at the futon, she took my jellied arm in one hand, and put one hand 
between my legs, gripping my thigh hard. With a grunt, she lifted me off my 
feet and slammed me down onto the bed, leaping on top of me. My breath went 
out in a woof, and I saw stars. She clamped an arm around my neck, and 
stretched my arm out with hers. Then she took my neck in her teeth, like a 
tomcat - and I was the kitty!

Now you're going to be my slave, creampuff, " she said, wrapping her legs 
around my soft middle and squeezing. "You're going to kneel prettily at my 
feet and do exactly as you're told. If you're good I'll give you my muscles 
and sex to play with. If you aren't, I'll pound you to nothing and send you 
home." Her stony thighs were grinding my body between them, and she twisted 
my arm like taffy, as I tried to roll my shoulder up, lifting my chest and 
relieveing the pressure of her twisting. She held me like that for a while, 
growling and biting my neck, then twisted and squeezed even harder, and 
said, "Struggling is for sex, kitten. I love it when you try to fight me - 
in fact, I'm sopping wet right now. But when I tell you to do something, 
when I'm playing with your body, you are never to resist me. You're my 
ragdoll. If I feel you flexing your puny muscles I'll crush them, so you 
should always be soft and pliant for me, unless you think I want you to 
fight. You may have to guess, and you may guess wrong, then I'll teach you." 
she shook my upper body hard, and bit, and I cried out as my tortured 
shoulder stretched.

"Mmmm," Patty purred, "maybe I'll just keep tearing your muscles a little 
at a time," she ground my waist and pulled my shoulder, "You'll just keep 
getting softer and weaker, until I have to carry you to and from my bed...  
Would you like that, kitten?"

This frightened me. After all I knew almost nothing about Patricia, except 
that if she wanted to tear me apart, she probably could. I fell back on 
begging.

"Please Patty, don't hurt me any more. I'll do everything you say; I'll be 
your slave, your ragdoll, please let me be your toy..." I whimpered, real 
fear in my voice.

Instantly Patty released my arm, sat up onto her knees and spread her 
thighs, releasing me. She reached down and rolled me over easily, putting me 
on my back under her. Then she lowered her chest to my mouth, settling on 
her elbows over me. This was a welcome relief, and her big pink nipple was 
crushed against my mouth, so I began to suck. My arms lay motionless. I did 
as she said, and made my body soft, working only my mouth. She took my 
forearms in her hands and squeezed them like wet sponges. If I didn't 
resist, or try to flex, it was massage, not torture.

"Good boy. Now you are my slave," she purred, stroking and squeezing, 
pressing her soft bosom onto my face, "and if you want to continue to have 
my approval, if you ever want that big titty in your soft mouth again, or 
feel these muscles, you will do just as you are told, by me or any other 
woman in my house. If you disobey you know I can pound you senseless or 
break your body, and throw you on the street. Nobody would believe that a 
Big Strong Man like you was beaten senseless by a pretty girl like me. But 
we both know that you're puny male body is like a wet rag before my woman's 
strength. So, do you want to see me again, kitten?" she raised up enough to 
leave her breasts swinging in my face.

I realized that I wanted to make love with this astounding woman more than 
I'd ever wanted anyone.

"Yes, please..."