Paradise Island, Pt 2
by plowjack@hotmail.com

The gig was that afternoon, at an outdoor venue. Patty's band, called 
Paradise Island, was on the bill at a local scene that welcomed reggae acts, 
Dead clones and other alternative types. It was a show that I hadn't been 
able to get tickets for 6 weeks earlier, but now I was going with one of the 
bands!

I dressed for the summer weather, in cut-off khakis and a gauzy india-print 
cotton shirt. I wore plenty of silver jewelery around my neck and on my 
hands. I tied a red bandana around my head, leaving my long hair loose 
around my face. Perfect for the hippie type ambience of the rock show.

Patty dressed in skin-tight leather pants and cowboy boots with four 
inch heels, all in black. They rode low on her wide hips, below the navel, 
which was visible below her cropped t-shirt. She wore leather bracers on her 
thick wrists and a choker of silver chains and polished black stones. Her 
long red hair was pulled back severely from her face, held with a silver 
clasp.

"What do you think, kitten?" she said. "Hot as hell in August, Patricia," I 
replied. "You are the Rock,n,Roll Queen, baby!". I replied. She lifted her 
chest and flexed her arm, and I stepped to her and kissed her big muscle. 
She grabbed me and gathered me into her grip, pressing my hips against hers 
with one hand. I yielded to her strength and felt soft against her hard 
body. Then she held me away from her, and looked me up and down. "And you 
are pretty enough to eat, sweetheart," she said, running her hands over my 
chest, thumbing my nipples. "Let's go rock and roll."

We took her car, an ordinary Japanese sedan, with three big cases of drums. 
She carried two, and I handled one. She explained that most of the equipment 
was coming in the band's van, from their practice studio. Patty explained, 
smiling, that she had gotten out of moving the equipment because she was 
bringing the party supplies. She ran a hand down my arm and grinned broadly 
as she told me this tidbit. We drove out of town to the little former-farm 
that was the concert venue, through the gate and past the assembling crowd. 
As we pulled up to the back of the stage Patty pointed out the big black 
panel van that the band used. We pulled up next to the truck, and Patty told 
me to bring the two smaller duffles. They were pretty large, and very heavy, 
but I kept up as Patty strode past the back of the van. Some guys, 
obviouisly event crew, were unloading the last of the equipment. I followed 
Patty through the door, and down a walkway, toward some flimsy rooms built 
behind the stage. As we reached the door I could hear a woman's voice 
shouting, and there was a heavy thudding sound. Patty turned to me with a 
worried look and told me to stay out of the way. Then she opened the door 
and led us in.
The room was fitted out as a makeshift lounge for the bands. There was a 
couch and a couple of chairs, a tub full of iced beer and wine, and a TV. 
Right across from the door stood the biggest woman that I had ever seen. 
Another loud thud shook the thin walls as she again slammed one of the 
roadies against the wall.
"Johnna, knock it off!" Patty shouted. "You want to get us thrown out of 
here?"
The huge woman was holding a man against the wall with her hands on his 
biceps. He was swearing and struggling, but he was clearly helpless.

"This little weasel dropped one of my drives," the huge woman shouted, 
slamming the muscular, bearded roadie against the cheap wall-board. "And 
then he copped," slam! "a" slam! "feel!" slam! "while I was trying to pick 
it up." The roadie was slumping now, obviously winded.

Patty walked over and put a hand on the big woman's shoulder. "Johnna," she 
said quietly, "I think you've made your point.."
"Aw, Patty, let me break his arms..." the other said, and I could see her 
hard looking hands crushing the smaller man's arms. The roadie gasped, and 
began to swear again..
"Listen you big dyke bitch," the man growled, "let me go or I'll kick your 
fat ass." Patty's mouth hung open, as Johnna's huge fist rose in the air, 
holding the man by one arm. Patty grabbed her wrist in two hands.
"Stop it, Johnna! It's not worth it. Stop it!," she said loudly.

Just then the door opened and a woman came in. Johnna pulled the roadie by 
his smashed arm and nearly threw him out the door, making him catch himself 
against the opposit wall of the corridor. The roadie staggered off, swearing 
and muttering.

The three women looked at each other for a second, then burst into wild 
laughter. They hugged, and greeted each other, as I looked on in awe. What 
an amazing group of women!
Johnna was the biggest, by far. I guessed that she stood 6'5" in her 
stocking feet. In four inch heels she was closer to seven feet tall. An 
idiot like the roadie might think that she had a 'fat ass', but her hips 
were just very wide - her butt looked rock-solid. At that moment she wore 
only a gold body-suit, and black stockings with a pattern of skulls in the 
mesh. Her stomach was flat, but a little soft, her waist probably 38", but 
tiny above her hips. Her breasts were probably a c-cup on a 50-inch chest. 
Her arms were thick and round, her shoulders vast. She had long, black hair 
and a strong, big-featured face with a full mouth and big blue eyes.
The third woman was a brunette, more willowy than the other two. In her low 
platform heels she stood about 6'7" - taller than Patty - but she seemed 
softer and slimmer than the other two. She was exquisitly lovely, really, in 
a gauzy green skirt and top that showed most of her toned, long body.

These were big, lovely women who were making every effort to enhance and 
emphasize their size. I let my eyes rest on Johnna's huge, sculpted thighs 
and felt my cock stir. I realized then that the three women were quiet now 
and, looking up, I saw that they were looking at me. Realizing that I was 
almost the shortest person in the room, I blushed and cast my eyes down. 
"Oh, Isn't he cute," the brunette said, her voice musical and sweet. "Patty, 
he's so big!"
"Come here, kitten," Patty said, and held her hand out to me. "Come and 
meet my sisters."
I walked slowly round the the room to Patty, and put my arm around her 
waist. In her boots she was as tall as me, but the shortest of the three 
amazons. Patty stroked my ass, and introduced me to the other women.
"This is Jack....." she said, "but we'll call him kitten. Kitten, this is 
Johnna, and this," the tall brunette, "is Gina. They are my blood-sisters, 
and you will obey them and serve them just as you do me." Patty urged me 
into the middle of the group. "Say hello, kitten," she urged. I'm not 
usually shy around women, but I felt the blush in my own cheeks as I said, 
"Hello Gina, Hello Johnna."
"Patricia," said Johnna, in her deep alto voice, "he seems perfect. Look at 
that mouth - just made for sucking, isn't it?" She reached out with one long 
arm and put her huge hand behind my neck as she spoke. Tightening her grip, 
she pulled me to her until my face was pressed against her bosom, looking up 
several inches to her lips. She bent and kissed me hard, driving her tongue 
into my mouth. She teased and crushed my lips, and I put my hands around her 
shoulders, much broader than my own, rock-hard under my hands. After a 
minute of hot kissing, she pulled away, still holding my neck tight. I felt 
like smoke should be coming from my lips.

Gina and Patty were watching closely. I felt a hard grip on my right wrist, 
and Gina said, "That's enough, Johnna - give me a turn!" With a low sound of 
pleasure the raven-haired giantess kissed me again, then let me go.

I was pulled hard into the arms of the beautiful red-dead. She pulled me 
close and kissed me, wrapping her long arms against me, holding one arm 
pinned to my side. Her lips were just as hot as Johnna's, and I realized 
that she was squeezing some of the air from my chest. I was crushed against 
a pair of big, soft breasts, but also against a very hard muscular torso. I 
realized that I had been mistaken in thinking Gina soft. I ran my free hand 
over one of her arms, and it was rock-hard. I could feel the striations of 
her muscles, though it was quite slender in comparison to Patty or Johnna.

"Very sweet, Patty," the lovely girl said, "you have the best taste in 
men." Gina smiled over my shoulder. "If Johnna had her way we'd probably be 
raping that nasty little roadie by now!"
Patty was embracing Johnna, and the two of them chuckled at the joke. I was 
bemused to see how petite Patty looked next tot he other woman.

"Gina, bring kitten over here," Patty said. GIna put an arm around my neck 
and we went to the other two, GIna graceful in her tall platforms. She 
steered me over to Johnna, and the lovely giantess gathered both of us into 
an arm, me between them. "I still hadn't spoken. I gathered my courage, and 
said "You three are the most amazing women I've been in the same room with." 
They all laughed, and genially agreed with me.

Patty put her hand through Johnna's arm. "Listen, Jack," she said, "Johnna 
was the woman who convinced me to be proud of my size and strength. When we 
met in college I was in a very bad relationship with a guy who hit me. 
Johnna got me out of it." I tried to imagine a man dominating my Patty, 
hitting her.
"Actually," Johnna interrupted, "I just helped her remember that she had 
been beating guys up for years, and showed her that lots of guys want to be 
a woman's toy. Then the two of us convinced her shitbag boyfriend to leave 
town..."
"But it was you who got me back into the gym, and got me to get really 
strong. Kitten, feel Johnna's arm," Patty commanded.

I put my hand in the woman's biceps, and felt it swell and harden as she 
flexed. Her arm was around my shoulder, so she didn't give a full flex, but, 
even so, her muscle was huge and hard. Johnna was somewhat overweight, and 
there was a layer of soft flesh over her muscle, but that only had the 
overall effect of making her figure more feminine. Her biceps was an oaken 
log of muscle, and I had to use both hands to get two-thirds of the way 
around her arm. Her triceps was so big that most of my hand flattened 
against it. Her long sleeves meant that i couldn't feel her skin, but I was 
totally fascinated my this huge woman's flesh.

"Wow, Johnna," Gina piped up in her sweet, feminine voice, "he's really 
into it. Here kitten," she giggled at my nickname, "Feel this one." GIna 
pulled back her gauzy sleeve and flexed.

Reluctantly I released the giantess' arm and gripped Gina's biceps. She had 
long slender arms, without a trace of softness, and a tennis-ball biceps 
that peaked rock-hard. I squeezed hard, able to reach a good way around it, 
but couldn't make a dent in her flesh. Her skin was like silk stretched over 
stone, white and clear.
"I met Gina when she was figure modeling for a life-drawing class. She was 
soft as could be, them, but I could tell she was a potential powerhouse," 
Johnna said. "Now she's strong as well as beautiful, aren't you baby?" I was 
a little skeptical. Gina was obviously in fine condition, but I still 
thought that she was too skinny to be very strong. Still, my newly realized 
lust for women's muscles made my cock swell further as I carressed her.
"Very strong, Johnna," Gina smiled an electric-bright smile. The  she 
reached down quickly and grabbed my half-hard cock. She laughed and squeezed 
it hard, making it stiffen, though it was bent downward in my shorts. "Oh 
girls," she said breathily, "He's hard just from touching our muscles!"

I felt an arm snake around my neck, and heard Patty say, "No surprise, 
GIna. He's becoem a total slave to my body." With her thick arm around my 
neck, she took one of my wrists and stretched my right arm out nearly 
straight. She cruelly twisted it backward, nearly choking me with her 
foirearm. "I've shown him over and over," she said, "that he's too soft and 
weak to be anything else. But the wonderful thing is that he likes it, and 
comes back for more. I've never had to hit his pretty face, but I can make 
him whimper and beg, and even weep, just with my strength."

Gina was still fondling my cock, and said, "He's rock-hard in one place, at 
least, Patty. I think he really does like it!" She released my cock, and 
plunged her fingers into my gut, tickling me painfully. I tried to double 
over, but Patty held me upright, still twisting my right arm.
"Please," I maoned quietly, squirming under her hand.
"Please what?" Gina answered sweetly.
"Please Gina, don't hurt me."
" ...please don't hurt me'... Oooh Johnna, Let's break him and fuck him right 
now." Gina's small, hard fingers still dug into my belly. "He's as soft as a 
little girl."

Johnna took my left arm in one hand and extended it. She ran her other hand 
up it and got a grip on my biceps, then squeezed hard. I yelped. Patty's 
hands had never hurt like that. I began to struggle and yell, begging them 
to stop, but I was helpless as they picked on me.

There was a knock on the door, and a pretty blonde woman stuck her head in, 
calling, "Paradise Island, fifteen minutes." She stared at the sight of 
three big women holding a big man helpless. Gina stepped in and kissed me, 
and the blonde head disappeared.

"OK girls," Patricia said, "time to go." With sounds of disappointment, and 
giggling, the three lovely amazons released me. But, as I was rubbing my 
bruised arm, Patty took and handful of hair and pulled downward. "On your 
knees now, kitten," she said. The other two turned to watch as Patty came to 
stand in front of me, as I knealt on the cheap carpet.

"Now kitten," Patty said, looking me in the eys, "you'll be going out to 
the front. Have a good time. Dance with the pretty little women if you want. 
Have a drink. But remember what I told you." Patty gave me a stern look.

"What did Patty tell you, kitten?" Johnna asked. I blushed and looked at 
the floor. I didn't want to admit my fear and humiliation. A big hand lifted 
my head and I was staring up and up to the bright blue eyes of the giantess. 
"I'm sure that Patty told you to obey us, and I'm sure that you remember..." 
Johnna's other hand suddenly slapped me, knocking me off my knees to the 
floor. I cried out and covered my head.

"Johnna!" Patty yelled, and came to stand between the angry woman and me. I 
was angry myself, but I didn't dare try to attack a woman so much bigger 
than he one who I knew myself to be helpless against. "Listen girls," Patty 
said harshly, "Jack is not just another toy for us to use up and throw away. 
WE're in love, girls, and he's goinmg to be around for a while."
"Then he should be trained, Patty," Johnna said.
"Kitten, tell Johnna what I told you," Patty commanded.
"You told me that if I tried to run away from your friends that you would 
run me down and beat me up in public. And," I added, "You said they wouldn't 
hurt me..." I was blushing hotly, humiliated by my hlepless weakness among 
these lovely women.

"See girls," Patty said, "he'll obey me, and he'll obey you from now on, 
won't you kitten?" I nodded meekly. Say it, toy..."
"I'll obey Johnna and Gina, Patty." I whimpered, and felt tears come to my 
eyes. Patty came to me and stroked my hair, then helped me to my feet. Patty 
said, "Go have a good time - hope you like our stuff, kitten. Just remember 
that you're mine." She patted my ass, and I left the room in a hurry, to the 
sound of Johnna and Gina's laughter, and Patty's chiding voice.

I was frightened and aroused, and I needed a drink. I had been given a 
stage pass, and as I walked down the runway past the stairs to the stage I 
saw the security guys look at me with a smirk. Did they know? How could 
they? Then I saw the little roadie nursing a beer, and my face flushed again 
as I hurried past.

I hurried out onto the lawn and across to the bar, waited in line and got 
two beers to avoid a quick return trip. There were a few tables near the 
bar, and I got a seat, unable to trust my knees at that moment.

What a day! I had gotten myself into what seemed like a dangerous 
situation. I had come to trust Patty, if only because my lust always 
conquered my fear. Now, as I thought about Patty's towering 'sisters' I 
realized that the same equation applied. I wanted to get my hands (and my 
mouth!) on Johnna's beautiful round breasts, and I found that I wanted to be 
under Gina's hard, slim hips. I shook me head, still bewildered at how I had 
become the willing toy of strong women. Six weeks before, I'd have admitted 
that I liked big women, and liked having a woman on top during sex, but 
would have thought of myself as the stronger sex. Now I tried to flex my 
right arm, but it was so crushed and bruised by first Patty, then Johnna's 
huge strength that I could barely get it to firm up at all. It was true - I 
was soft and weak, fit to be woman's slave.

Just then the loudspeaker announced Paradise Island, and on to the stage 
came my sweetheart and her powerful friends. Patricia carried one big 
african drum in each hand, by the straps. Gina had her electric guitar, and 
Johnna carried a mobile, guitar-shaped keyboard array. Patty took her place 
behind her drum-set, and they launched immediately into a hot version of 
Fiona Appel's ... Criminal'. Gina's sweet, sultry voice sang:
"I've been a bad, bad girl
I've been careless with a delicate man
And it's a sad, sad world
When a girl would break a boy
Just because she can..."

Johnna played an array of keyboards, providing base tracks and effects, 
Gina played hot rhythm and lead guitar, and Patty held the beat. It was a 
great sound, with many layers, and the lovely voices of the three amazons 
blended in a chorus of harmonies.

The crowd seemed to like them. There was a good sized dancing-pit in front 
of the stage, and I noticed that there seemed to be a good number of big, 
athletic women, and, of course, a lot of guys, getting close for a look at 
the 'babes'. I decided, upon finishing my second beer, to get in, so I got 
on the floor. The women were playing a sensual cover of Duran Duran's 
'Hungry Like The Wolf' - "I'm on the hunt, I'm after you..." Gina growled.

As I danced alone, I noticed the 'ordinary' women in the crowd. Even the 
ones with great bodies in the common sense looked puny and weak to me. While 
I liked their breasts and butts, their little arms and legs looked feeble, 
compared to Patty and to my fantasies of her friends.

As I danced, I watched the women on stage. Johnna mainly stayed behind her 
keyboards, which barely reached to her crotch. GIna rocked and pranced 
around the stage like an amazon ballerina. Patty worked here drum-kit, and 
occasionally played her big african drums. As the set went on, I saw that 
Patty's arms and shoulders were getting pumped. Her smooth round arms bulged 
with hard muscle, after about an hour of music.

Then Gina announced that they would play one more song, and said that it 
was 'for kitten'. I felt both warmed and embarrased to hear that teasing 
name used in this public place. They launched into Sarah McLaughlin's hit, 
Gina's hypnotic voice drifting through the first verse, and all three 
harmonizing on the chorus:
"I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard..."
I was drawn to the edge of the stage...
"And, after, I'll
Wipe away the tears..."

The music rose, and crescendoed, and broke, and they sang the last Chorus a 
capella together at the front of the stage. As the crowd applauded, Johnna 
and Gina motioned for me to come to the stage. The each took one of my arms, 
and lifted me onto the stage. Johnna wrapped a hand around my butt and 
lifted me to her big body, my feet six inches off the floor. She kissed me 
hard and crushed me to her bosom. With the crowd hooting and cheering she 
handed em to Patty, who cradled me in her two arms like a child. Gina took 
my head in her two hands and kissed me, her soft lips sweet and hot. The 
crowd was going wild as Patty carried me from the stage.

I ran my hands over Patty's shoulders and biceps. I had never seen her so 
pumped! Her arms were vascular and ripped, after an hour of performing. 
"Like that, kitten?' she whispered in my ear, "put your arms around my neck 
and hold on." I did, and, while still walking down the corridor, she relesed 
my upper body and flexed her left arm. Her biceps raised up full and hard, 
and I stroked and kissed it lustily.
"Wow Patty," Gina chirped, "look at that arm! You never had that kind of 
muscle before."
"Damn straight, pretty girl! I don't think I'm the little sister any more," 
Patty said smugly.
"We'll be seeing about that later, I think, darling," Gina said, smiling. 
"Hey, let me carry the new toy for a while."

Patty gave me to her taller 'sister', and I was amazed that Gina's slender 
body seemed able to bear my 180 lbs fairly easily. She kissed my ear, and I 
turned my lips to hers. "Do you like my lips, baby boy? Do you want to kiss 
me?" she whispered. I nodded meekly, and she brought her big, soft lips to 
mine. AS we toched tongues sensually I threw my arms around her neck and 
kissed her harder. I felt her arms begin to tremble, and held tight to her. 
Then Johnna was there, gently taking me from the slender red-head. "My turn, 
Gina" she said, and I was lifted in her firm grasp as easily as I would lift 
a ninety pound woman. Her arms reached well around me, and I lay in the 
crook of her elbows. Johnna's lips were thinner than Gina's, but her mouth 
was big, her face larger than mine. I lay my head on her big shoulder and 
kissed it through her body-shirt. I ran my hand over the upper portion of 
her chest, and she lifted me higher, flexing her chest. The muscles in her 
chest must have expanded over two inches, hard as saddle-leather above the 
cushiony bosom to which I was crushed.

She squeezed me tighter, and whispered, "I could squish you in my arms, 
kitten. Big as you are, you're just putty to me." She was crushing me to her 
chest, and I whimpered involuntarily. I don't know whether she could 
actually have broken me that way, but it sure felt like it. I again put my 
arms around the giantess' neck, and began to nuzzle and kiss that column of 
muscle. "Mmm... good move, kitten - maybe Patty has trained you." She found 
my mouth with hers.

It was true. What I had learned in my weeks with Patty was that the giving 
of pleasure was my place, and the surest way to prevent unsightly bruises. 
If I could begin kissing, licking or stroking, it often turned my amazon 
warm and passionate.

Johnna was kissing me sweetly as we emerged into the hall and entered the 
dressing room. Johnna unceremoniously dumped me on the couch, and the girls 
immediately cracked beers. I sat up and Patty offered me one, saying, "You 
looked so hot out there in the pit, kitten."

I leaned forward and rested my cheek against her firm belly as she stood 
before me. "You're so beautiful and strong, Patty," I said, "And your 
sisters are almost as wonderful as you." I put my arms around her big hips 
and hugged her.

"Hear that, girls?" Patty exclaimed, "Kitten thinks you're nearly as 
wonderful as me." That got a short laugh, followed by the two amazons coming 
over to the couch. All three had taken off much of their stage costume. 
Without their heels they were much more like ordinary women, though still 
quite impressive. From my seated position the 6'6" Johnna still looked like 
a giant, the 6'1" Gina almost slight next to her. Patty, at 5'11", was 
clearly thicker and rounder than Gina.

"Then," said Johnna, "I think it's time to go home and prove it to him!"