Paradise Island
by Plowjack@hotmail.com
Jack finds himself tested by Patty’s amazon bandmates.

Pt 1

I was engulfed by rock-hard flesh. Two huge thighs pressed my head gently 
between them, as my mouth worked gently on my sweetheart’s pussy. Her legs 
were over my shoulders, her muscular calves locked over my back. My arms 
were wrapped around her thighs, my hands trapped in  her steely grip. 
Patricia, my amazon date, writhed as I licked her, her thighs squeezing my 
head. My arms were pulled and stretched roughly, my face crushed against her 
wet pussy as she said “Suck harder, kitten.”

	I found her clit, and sucked hard, the way I knew she liked. She came hard. 
My arms felt stretched like taffy as her iron thighs clamped on my ears. I 
was pressed into her hotness, hardly able to breathe, as her body spasmed. 
My cock was rock hard, bobbing in the air as I knelt before her, Her iron 
grip held my hands helpless, unable even to stroke myself.

	I had met Patricia at a local bar one month ago. At 6’4” tall I have always 
preferred tall women, and Patty’s 5’11” form drew me like a moth to a flame. 
What I hadn’t expected was to find that her thick, voluptuous form was made 
almost entirely of muscle She proved herself to be much stronger than me, 
but I was no more able to resist her full lips and d-cup chest than her arms 
and legs. Patricia proved to me that I could be sexually aroused by being 
dominated and used by a stronger woman.

	In the following month, I had seen her again, a half-dozen times. Most of 
these were pretty ordinary ‘dates’. We went to the movies, to dinner, to 
hear a band at a local bar. Patricia always looked great, and I found that I 
was proud to be seen with her. In three or four inch heels she stood nearly 
as tall as me, and she liked to show off her long, shapely legs. As we 
walked she would put her arm through mine like any woman might. What the 
passersby couldn’t see was that she would be squeezing my biceps in her 
long, hard hand. We both knew that she could crush my arm like a sponge if 
she wanted to, and her grip made me feel as though I was her prisoner, even 
as we laughed and talked. What surprised (and humiliated) me was that the 
feeling made my cock stir.

	Whenever we returned to her apartment, (never mine, so far) she would make 
me her helpless toy. She could have me helpless in her arms with only a 
little effort. The second time we met I decided that I should really show 
her who was in charge. I snuck up on her, and threw my arms around her, 
trapping her arms and trying to throw her to the bed. She laughed at me, and 
slowly began to flex and expand her upper body as I struggled to move her 
heavy body. In less than a minute my arms were trembling, and I never came 
close to throwing her. With a sudden burst of strength she broke my hold and 
spun around. With a shove she sent me flying against the wall., and she 
slammed her chest into me, driving out my breath. She stared into my eyes, 
and purred, “Mmmm... I love it when you fight me...” She grabbed my shirt 
and ripped it open, her hips and thighs pressing me to the wall, then she 
took my nipples and twisted them hard. I gasped, and without thinking I 
slapped her face sharply.

	Without a second’s hesitation Patricia’s mighty arm drove her fist into my 
belly. My head spun and my vision blurred as her fist seemed to reach near 
my spine. I started to double over, but she caught me by the hair with her 
left hand and yanked me upright, then drove her fist into me again. I hung 
limp, barely able to keep my knees under me. Patricia put her face right up 
to mine and hissed “If you ever strike me in anger again, without my 
permission to try, I’ll break every bone in your puny body. You’re nothing 
but a weak little man, with a pitifully soft body, and now you’re mine to 
use - any way that I like!” Her hand snaked between us to grab my balls, and 
she said, “How about if I crush your little nuts for you?” she squeezed 
hard, “ How about it, you big pansy?”

	I begged her to release me. I pleaded and whined, as she squeezed my balls. 
Finally she released me, then ordered me to offer her my nipples. She made 
me strip off my shirt and pinch my tits up for her. Then she tortured my 
nipples with her fingers, twisting and pinching them until my tears flowed. 
I didn’t dare to try to stop her. My chest was black and blue for two weeks. 
Then she took me to bed, where my dick was as eager as I was frightened.

	But usually, Patty was sweet and lusty. She would push me down onto the bed 
and climb onto me. She probably had a few pounds on my 175 lbs. She got 
really turned on when I tried to escape, but I never succeeded for more than 
a second. She would slap a hold on me and squeeze, straining my body. All of 
my strength couldn’t keep her from twisting me at will. She loved to tell me 
how weak I am, and show me how little and soft my muscles were, compared to 
hers. She made me armwrestle, and loved to catch my arms and even my legs in 
her hands and squeeze them like a vice.

	In fact, I had been walking around feeling her hands on my body all month. 
My wrists and biceps would be tender, sometimes bruised. My nipples were 
usually sore, my thighs and pectorals tired and trembling. I found that this 
kept me in a state of near-arousal most of the time, so that I couldn’t stay 
away from her. Sometimes she would call me and ask if I wanted to come out 
to play. Sometimes I called her and asked her out on a date. Either way, I 
ended up her plaything every time.

	So, now, here I was, trying to stay conscious as my lover’s powerful orgasm 
surrounded me. Then her legs relaxed, though she still held my arms 
stretched tight. Patty was seated in a big, overstuffed chair as I knelt 
before her. I looked up across her flat belly to see her big chest heaving.

	She relaxed her pull on my wrists, and ran her hands down my forearms. She 
could get her hands most of the way around them, and she ground them in her 
grip as she stretched and arched her back, grinding her pussy in my face. I 
kissed it lustily, looking for her spot again, but she pulled back, released 
my arms and swung her legs over me to curl them in the big chair. That left 
me kneeling before her with my cock bobbing in the air. Patty smiled smokily 
at me, saying, “You’re turning into such a little slutty-toy, aren’t you, 
kitten?” She stood, towering over my kneeling position. She walked around me 
and caressed my shoulders. I started to stand, but Patty took a handful of 
my hair and held me where I was. “Stay right there, baby,” she said, “I want 
to look at you on your knees in front of me.”

	She walked around behind me and knelt, pressing her soft, naked breasts 
against my back. Her arms came under mine to caress my chest. She gave my 
sore nipples a tweak, which made my cock dance.

	“You like that now, don’t you kitten,” Patricia purred, as she reached 
around to grab my cock, still teasing my nipple with her other hand. “Your 
little titties are as sensitive as a girl’s. I bet I could make you come in 
seconds.” She pinched my nipple hard and began to stroke me. She was right - 
I felt my trigger let go.

	To my amazement, Patty clamped her thumb onto the base of my shaft, cutting 
off my orgasm. I whimpered and squirmed, but patty’s rock-hard arm held me 
fast, as my orgasm subsided. Waves of pain and lust rolled through me as 
Patty said, “You’ll come when I let you, kitten - your cock is mine just 
like the rest of your pretty body.” Patty wrapped her left hand around my 
biceps and kneaded it like dough, still keeping my cock hard with her right. 
“You’re so puny and soft that a woman like me can beat the shit out of you 
and make you like it.” She was bruising me again with her fingers, and I 
grabbed her right wrist in my hand, squirming and whimpering, and tried to 
make her let go of my cock. I pulled and strained, tried to pry her fingers 
away, and then gripped her forearm. It was rock-hard, and I felt her flex 
it, while she squeezed biceps and cock cruelly.

	“Feel that arm, kitten. You’ll never be as big and hard as that. You’re a 
big, weak, sexy man - my big, weak little man!” This talk made me blush hot, 
but only stiffened my cock. Patty stood up quickly, and stepped around in 
front of me. I slumped, and my cock drooped, still aching in denial of 
release.
	"Look at me, kitten,” Patty said, in her sultry voice.
	I looked up at her, my eyes about at her navel, Above her big, soft breasts 
her pretty face smiled. She put her hands behind her head and flexed her 
body.

	Patricia didn’t look like a bodybuilder. When she wasn’t pumped she looked 
like a big, healthy woman. But when she had been exerting herself, her thick 
muscles became well-defined and sculpted. She looked like a valkyrie, like a 
goddess, towering over me, making me feel small, and vulnerable and weak. 
Her arms swelled with hard muscle, and her chest expanded, lifting her round 
breasts.

	Patty lifted one breast in a gesture that I knew, and I lifted myself on my 
knees and embraced her, taking her nipple in my mouth. She could support my 
weight easily, and I clung to her back, feeling the thick muscle of her body 
harden as I leaned into her. I licked and sucked her tit, and my cock 
returned to attention between her thighs.

	“Your mouth is so sweet, kitten. I just love the way you suck me. Now lie 
on your back for me, on the mat,” she said. I rushed to obey, lying back on 
the futon mats in the center of Patricia’s studio. Patty sprung on to me, 
straddling my hips and slamming my shoulders back against the bed. With a 
wiggle she positioned the head of my cock in her dripping pussy, and pushed 
herself on to me, taking its whole length in a single thrust. Gripping my 
arms she put her weight on my biceps and began to pump, slamming her hips 
onto mine. My arms were squashed, but I tried to flex them and lift my arms. 
She held me motionless, except for the reflexive bucking of my hips against 
her powerful fucking. She plunged her mouth on to mine, kissing me hard and 
thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

	Lifting her head, still pounding her pussy onto my manhood, her lovely eyes 
looked into mine. “Come for me, kitten, show me how sexy I am,” she said, 
and bit my neck hard as she speeded her rhythm.

	I was ready. With a moan I came, pressing up into her, my pulsing cock 
filling her with my juice. She still held my arms crushed under her hands; I 
kept my muscles completely relaxed as she squeezed and crushed them, since 
trying to flex against her only resulted in worse bruises.

	Patty raised herself over me, still holding my cock in her strong pussy. 
She ran her hands over my torso, feeling my flesh roughly. “Well, kitten,” 
she said, “it seems that I’ve squeezed and crushed and fucked you to a 
pulp!”

	I was lying motionless, my chest heaving, my body seized with pleasure, 
dotted with stings. I was grinning foolishly, and I found the strength to 
nod my head. Patty pulled her long red hair back, away from her face and 
held it off her neck, her biceps rippling as she did. I became able to raise 
myself on an elbow, and I ran a hand over her huge thigh. I said, “Patricia, 
you’re the most amazing woman in the world!” I ran my hand up her hard waist 
and squeezed one big breast. “There can’t be another like you, and I really 
think that I may be in love...”

	She flopped off of me, then lay next to me and gathered me into her arms. 
She wrapped me in her strong arms and kissed me deeply. “You know,” she 
said, “I just might be too...” She held me head prisoned as she kissed my 
lips and face. “You’re a very handsome man,” she said, ”I love being out 
with you, because you make me look small and feminine.” She squeezed me 
crushingly, “But I can still have you sighing and helpless in my arms". More 
kisses, as I ran my hands over her body, then gripped her arms, feeling her 
stony biceps. She flexed them again, and said, “You really do get hot for my 
arms, don’t you?” I nodded again, blushing. “You’re so sweet, Jack...” 
kisses, “so very sweet...”

	With tigerish grace she released me and got to her knees beside me. She 
smiled her million-dollar smile and said, “C’mon, kitten, let’s have 
breakfast.”
******************
It was Saturday morning. I’d come over to Patty’s place on Friday and we had 
gone to the movies, then home. As usually, we had played tirelessly for 
hours, then slept on the futons in her studio. I had awakened to one very 
horny amazon!

	We showered, and Patty loaned me a robe that barely covered me. Then we 
made breakfast. A life of entertaining dates in the morning has made me a 
breakfast chef, and I made us a huge, vegetarian omelet. As we devoured it 
we talked. We had found that we had many things in common, from cheesy 
horror literature to rock and roll of all decades. Patty’s mind was sharp 
and quick, and we clicked well together in conversation. I felt warm and 
happy in her presence.

	As we drank our coffee I stroked her hand and forearm, and talked about our 
lives. I had never had the nerve to talk calmly about our sex-life, but now 
I asked her how she had come to be the dominant amazon she obviously loved 
being.

	She said that she was always the biggest girl in her neighborhood, somewhat 
overweight as a kid. She grew up having to defend herself, even against 
boys, and she found that she could do it. Coaches recruited her for soccer 
and basketball, and as a teenager she built herself into a powerhouse, even 
as she grew her wonderful tits at an early age.

	Sex had always seemed related to all that for her. AS a teenager she dated 
jocks for a while, looking for a way to fit into the ‘weaker sex’ role. But 
macho men made her bored and angry. Finally she ended up beating one macho 
guy to tears, a and then ‘apologizing’ by riding him through the night. She 
eventually had to threaten him to get him to stop calling her.

	“That’s what’s so sweet about you, Jack,” she said. “I’ve only had to hit 
you once! You really, truely, seem to love my muscles, to love being my 
toy.”
	This kind of talk always made me glazed with lust.
	“See,” Patty continued, “you can hardly control yourself. I don’t have to 
really hurt you to make you my man. I’ve done it with strength and erotic 
power alone. That makes me feel to happy and horny, I’m actually grateful to 
you, Jack!”

	I told her that the gratitude should be all mine. I had never dared to 
admit my submissive streak, but in her strong arms I felt fulfilled in a way 
that I never had before. She put her hand over mine, and squeezed gently. I 
watched the veins and tendons of her strong hands dance..

	Patty smiled her lovely smile, and told me that tonight she had a gig with 
her rock and roll band. She said that she thought I’d get a kick out of 
coming along. She stood, and came around behind me, massaging my neck and 
shoulders.
	As she applied her strong fingers, she spoke, “Listen, Jack, I have 
something to bring up with you. Tonight you’ll meet the other girls in the 
band. These are women that I’ve known since college, a nd we’ve always 
shared everything.” Her hand rested on my neck. “I mean everything, Jack. 
When we were wild coeds one of us would bring some macho guy home and we’d 
pass him around between us until he was used up. Then we would put him out 
and forget him.”
	“That’s not me anymore,” she continued. “Times change, and I have too. But 
my sisters will still want a taste of you.” She bent down and kissed my 
neck, then grabbed a handful of my long, brown hair and pulled my head back 
to kiss me hard on the lips. “So tonight, after our show, I’m giving you to 
them.”

	My mind spun. Patty bent and reached a hand under her flimsy robe to gently 
grip my cock. Before I could speak, she continued, “We’ll meet at the gig 
venue, and then, after we play, we’ll come back here and Johnna and Gina 
will play with you.

	I felt a hot wave of humiliation pass over me, with a deep blush. Patty 
swung around and put her long leg over me, sitting facing me in my lap. She 
kissed me sweetly. I turned my head away, as far as I could with her still 
holding my hair. “Patty,” I said, as reasonably as I could, “please let me 
go, and we’ll talk about it.”
	Just say yes, kitten,” she answered, a little smile on her lips, “and then 
it will be as though I was asking you, not telling you.” She leaned forward 
and kissed my neck. “You’ve got a big mark here, where I made you come this 
morning. You know as well as I do, that I can make you. So just say yes, and 
with luck you’ll really enjoy the evening.”
	With resignation, I said, “OK Patty. You know I’m yours to use. If you want 
to share me, I guess that’s OK.”
	“That’s very realistic, kitten. So, I won’t have to tie you to the bed and 
leave you home?” I sighed and nodded, and she released my hair. She kissed 
me again, and asked, “And you won’t try to run away at the club? I won’t 
have to catch you and beat you in public?”
	“Aw come on, Patty,” I groaned, “you wouldn’t really do that to me, would 
you?” I didn’t struggle, because I didn’t want to get her started. “Jack,” 
she answered, “if you promise me now, then break your word, I will - I’ll 
show the world what a wimp you are. And in any other circumstances, if I saw 
you kiss another woman I’d break you like a dry stick. I’ve got feelings for 
you, kitten. So now I need the approval of my ‘family’ - and my band-mates 
are the closest to that I have.”

	I leaned forward and kissed Patty warmly, my hands on her thick shoulders. 
“Just don’t let them hurt me, Patty,” I said, quietly, my face red.

	“No more than you like kitten - or not much!”