The Adventures of Sandi and Paula. An epic adventure of female muscle. Episode One. Paula meets Wimp. Standard warnings apply. Violence, sex, torture, femdom etc. If you don't like this stuff; DON'T READ ANY FURTHER!!!!! ! ! PRELUDE: I had a name once, and a life. I mean a real name, and a real life. Now, my so called life is reduced to chronicling a hitherto almost unknown sub culture. A world where women rule completely. I'm not talking about an occasional dominant woman. I'm speaking of a whole culture where women control men in every possible way. How total is the control? I'm now known as Wimp. Just Wimp. I consider myself Wimp. I am Wimp. I barely remember my true name. It has been beaten out of me. My past life is but a hazy blur. All I know, feel, and remember is pain. Unending, ever changing, pain. My present life is composed of only two things. The first is writing about the ever growing society of the Amazons. They call themselves the Sisters of Strength. I'm the archivist. I watch and I write. Where my writings go, I do not know. But, if anyone is reading this, you will hear tales of unspeakable brutality. Stories of the slaughter of men by unbelievably powerful women. The other facet of my life is being beaten by my owner, yes my OWNER, Paula. Daytime, nighttime, anytime. Paula punishes me for any reason or for no reason. Sometimes she beats me with no warning. Other times she will tell me that she will torture me at a certain time, hours away. Then I wait, sweat, cry, and pray until the appointed time......... Paula, it all started when I met Paula. CAHPTER ONE: THE BEGINNING I was sitting in the coffee shop, alone as usual. It had been a good day. The article that I had written for the aviation magazine had been accepted. And better yet, the editor had given me another assignment. With a guarantee even. As I was thinking about what overdue bills to pay, I looked out the window and saw a young girl peering into the hood of a car. "Aha!" I whispered. "A damsel in distress! This really is my lucky day." I left money for my coffee on the table and went outside to rescue the fair maiden. I approached her and asked if I could be of assistance. She asked if I was a mechanic. I had to admit that I wasn't. The girl laughed and said that neither was she. She looked up at me. She had a cute but, somewhat hard looking face. Pug nose, freckles, short cropped light brown hair. She was wearing a windbreaker and pants to ward off the effects on the early fall chill in the air. The girl looked to be about five-four and hefty. Not fat. Fat people look.... well... Fat! She appeared to be chunky. "Look." I said. "How about if I give you a ride. I don't mind." She gave me an appraising look over and said. "Sure! OK. Why Not?" We got into my car and I drove off. I told her that I had to stop by my place to pick up my laptop as I had to jot down some ideas for the assignment that I had been given. "Aren't you a little old to be in school?" She asked teasingly. I explained in a terse voice that I was a writer and that the assignment was a paying job. The girl laughed at my discomfort. "I guess that I should loosen up!" I quipped. "It's getting hot in here she said." Taking off her windbreaker. As all males do, I glanced over at her to check out her body as she shed the jacket. She was wearing a T-shirt. I almost drove off the road when I saw her arm! It was huge! Not huge fat. But, huge muscular. I tried to concentrate on my driving but, I kept glancing over at her muscled arm. I couldn't help it. Those big muscles of hers were driving me crazy! Now I knew why she didn't seem bothered by getting into a car with a man that she didn't even know. I shuddered to think what she could do with those big guns of hers. I was so uncomfortable and ill at ease that I broke out in a sweat. "I see that you're getting hot too!" She teased, giving me a pop flex of her biceps. "Oh God!" I thought. "I might be in trouble here!" I had no absolutely idea how true that thought turned out to be. We finally got to my house and went in. Paula was a girl that got right to the point. "Ever been with a girl stronger than you?" She asked coyly. "Not until tonight, I haven't." I replied quietly. "So you DO think that I'm stronger than you?" The girl asked with a bright tone. I looked at her broad shoulders, thick deep chest, and bulging biceps. "If you're even half as powerful as you look, you would still be twice as strong as I am!" I said; realizing that it was the absolute truth. "What a sweet thing to say!" She giggled. "Most men would NEVER admit that they could be weaker than any girl! Paula began to lift her left arm. "Even me!" She then slowly flexed her arm. "Oh my God!" I gasped as a huge mountain of muscle grew before my eyes. "Why are you so surprised? You know that I have muscles, sweety!" The brawny girl said mischievously as she tightened her flex. "You've been drooling over my big arms ever since I took off my jacket in the car." I stared dumbfounded at Paula's incredible arm muscles. "My God! They're so huge!" I panted. "I've never seen muscles like that!" Paula straightened her arm then s.. l.. o.. w.. l.. y flexed it again. "Lord!... Lord!" I whispered as the girl's massive biceps and triceps muscles once again bulged with fearsome strength. As much as I like muscular women, and fantasized about them, I had never dreamt that I would ever meet a woman with muscles half as big as Paula's. Now I was alone with a young girl with more muscle than any woman in any picture that I had ever seen. I wanted to kiss and worship her muscles, to possess them, to have them engulf me. But, I was frozen, unable to move. How could I possess HER? That strength, that power. It would be, was already becoming, the other way around. Her huge muscles were going to possess ME. To own me utterly and completely. Paula knew the effect that her muscles were having on me and tightened her arm to it's fullest flexation. "Oh God! ... So much.... So big.... Such strength...." I babbled and blithered like an idiot. "Ooooo... You really DO like my muscles, don't you?" Paula whispered. She then began turning her wrist, making her muscles change shape and bulge awesomely. "Look at the size of my biceps, baby. These are the muscles that let me curl tons of weight and do pull-ups forever." She whispered saucily. "Look at the thickness of them. Just imagine what they could do to your body if I wrapped them around you!" I stared incredulously at the huge boulder of muscle that arose from the girls arm. "You wouldn't.... I mean... I'd be crushed... Oh Goddd!" I whimpered. Paula smiled slightly at my discomfort. "Now.... Look at these triceps. Ever seen anything like them?" Paula put her arm straight down and flexed her triceps. Massive, defined , horseshoe shaped muscle exploded from beneath her skin. "These are the muscles that extend my arms. The ones that let me punch.... Does the big man want to feel one of my little girl punches?" She said with a cruel smile. My mouth was dry and I began breathing in short rapid gasps as the thought of being hit by one of Paula's muscle driven punches permeated my brain. I was beginning to fear the overwhelming strength of her muscles as much as I lusted after them. "Don't... please... no!" I begged fearfully. The young girl laughed at me. "Poor baby. Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you...... Well,.... maybe just a little!" My level of terror increased tenfold. Paula laughed again at my fear of her. She flexed her arm in a biceps pose and looked at the massive mountain of muscle that erupted on her arm. "I love my strength, my dominating power!" She whispered in admiration of herself. "I love having men fear my strength, fear my muscles." I stared at her muscled arm deep in the fear that she loved. "J j u u s s t t t h how stronnggg are you u u?" I managed to stammer. The girl smiled wickedly. "Let's find out! We'll armwrestle!" She said gaily. "ARMWRESTLE ? ?" I asked in a shocked voice. "I wouldn't stand a chance against your muscles." Paula laughed once more. "That's half the fun of it. The absolute certainty of it. Your KNOWING that you can't win. Tell you what. We'll even up the match. You can use both hands, you can stand up, do anything you want as long as your elbow stays on the table. OK? Good, now that's settled." She gave me no chance to back out. Paula had decided that we were going to armwrestle and that was that. We went over to the kitchen table. Paula sat down and got her right arm into position. I stared in awe at the girl's arm and shoulder muscles. "This is going to be fun!" She chuckled. "I love showing men how weak they really are compared to me!" I sat unsteadily and gripped her hand. She gave my hand a slight squeeze. "Aahh!" I winced in pain. Paula smiled. I wrapped my left leg around the table leg and gripped my right hand with my left. I stood slightly and braced my right leg on the floor as rigidly as possible. My 180 pound body was a ready as it would ever be. "Start whenever you want, big boy. Push the little girl around." She chided. I suddenly put everything I had against her arm, trying to catch her offguard. The girl's arm went back about one inch from my onslaught and then stopped cold. "Oooo how strong the big man is." Paula breathed. My left leg was straining, I was pushing as hard as I could with both hands. I was attempting to drive forward with my right leg. "Unnghhh!... Aaahhh!... Oohh!" I groaned in a futile attempt to push her arm down. Paula pushed her arm forward, driving my arm back to about a 45 degree angle. My elbow was jammed against the table and the angle of torque was straining my shoulder. "Aarruugghh!" I groaned as a stab of pain shot through my shoulder. The girl held me there, knowing that I was hurting. I pushed and strained with all of my might trying to dislodge my arm from her viselike grip. She pushed me down slightly further. The pain multiplied. "Oh Goddd!... Jjeeeze!" I whined. I was sweating buckets from my futile efforts. I looked at her, pleading for mercy with my eyes. Paula licked her lips sexily. "Look at my big female muscles, little boy. My one arm is stronger than your entire male body." I peered at her biceps. The huge, bulging, mountainous muscles Paula's arm that were so easily defeating me filled me with overwhelming fear. "Feel how strong I am, you little weakling man." The girl pushed me down further. "Aaaiiiii!.. Uuuhhhh!!" I screamed. It felt like my shoulder was going to rip apart. "Please.... Please...." I begged. "Poor... little.... man!" She chided. "So weak! So pitiful! So Helpless!" Paula then slammed my arm down against the table. "Jesus Christ! !" I wailed as the pain became unendurable. I was crying out loud while Paula kept my arm nailed to the table with her one muscular arm. I was bent over backward, in such an awkward stance that I couldn't move. I let go with my left hand and banged it on the table time after time. "Paula..... God Please..... Stop it!...." I whimpered. The muscle girl finally relented and let go of my hand. I slumped to the floor, crying in agony. She bent over me as I rolled on the floor clutching my damaged shoulder. "So tell me, big boy. Want to try it left handed?" She asked sarcastically. Due to the pain, her question didn't really register with me. I remained silent except for my moans of agony. Paula bent down, grabbed me by the shirt, and easily lifted my 180 pounds to my feet and pushed me back by the table. The 5'4" girl then shook my 5'11" frame violently. "I don't like being ignored, asshole. Especially by a weakling man." The muscle girl shook me to my senses and roughly threw me into the same chair that I had so recently fallen out of. I yelped as my shoulder rammed against the back rest. "I asked you a question, BOY! Do you want to try it left-handed?" Paula flexed her left arm. I looked up at her fearfully. The girls slightly larger than average breasts pushed out the tight fitting shirt. Her hard nipples clearly showed through. Broad, heavily muscled shoulders, and those ungodly arms. Cute, if not beautiful face. It was a sight that would have normally thrilled me. Except that this wasn't normal times. What twenty minutes ago was my fantasy being more than fulfilled had now turned into more than a nightmare. Those huge female muscles that had so turned me on before now filled me with overwhelming terror. "No... No.... Please" I weeped. "You're too strong for me.... Your muscles.... so strong. Please! No. I can't fight your muscles." Paula laughed at my submission to her muscles. Her domination over me. It wasn't enough though. She wanted to humiliate me further. "Remember how you said earlier that if I was half as strong as I looked, I'd still be twice as strong as you." The girl then flexed her massive arm muscles directly in front of my eyes. "Wel l l! After our little contest, do you think that I'm half as strong as I look? Am I?.... Just half as strong as I look?" I gaped at Paula's huge biceps and remembered what they had just got done doing to me and how I was totally helpless against them. "No.. No.. " I whimpered. "You're so much stronger than that. You look so powerful...... but, .. but, ..... your strength.... I can't believe.... it's so much more... So much more!" I started crying openly in humiliation. She had easily proven her overwhelming physical superiority over me. Now she was destroying my ego as well. The cruel young female smiled at me and continued her verbal abuse. "So, do you think that this little girl is ONLY twice as strong as you, big man? Just twice as strong? Or, do I have to PROVE my strength to you again?" To intimidate me further, Paula flexed her monstrous biceps just inches from my tear stained face. "This is the arm that put you down. Remember? You used both of your arms and both legs to fight me. But, you're just a man, a weak little man, so you never had a chance! You fought me with your whole pathetic male body and still lost to this one arm !" I began to shake in terror at the sight of her bulging biceps. "Now, little boy, I'm going to use BOTH of these arms on you!" Paula stepped back and flexed her left arm. "You found out what I can do with one arm. Just imagine what I'm can do with both of them!" She whispered cruelly. I stared at the girl in stark terror as she stood there flexing both of her monstrous arms. "No.. Paula, no." I begged as I shrunk back and curled up in the chair like a frightened rabbit. "Yes, little man, yes!" She laughed. "You're going to find out, FIRSTHAND..... EXACTLY.... how strong I am." I dissolved in tears, totally emasculated by the girls huge intimidating muscles and her unrelenting verbal abuse. Paula reached over and grabbed the top of my shirt with her left hand and pulled me off the chair. My eyes were riveted to the massive mound of muscle that was her arm. "Come here you little chickenshit! You want to cry? I'll give you something to cry about!" She then grasped my belt with her right hand and simply powered my 180 pound body over her head. Paula walked us to the middle of the room then violently threw me ten feet through the air onto my couch. A lance of pain tore through me as my damaged shoulder hit the backrest. The couch fell over from the force of my bodies collision with it. "Aaauuggrrhh!" I cried as the air was brutally expelled from me. I was in agony as I rolled off the overturned couch onto the floor. The padding of the backrest had done nothing to lessen the impact from her powerful throw. "Uchh... uchh.. uchh!" I gasped, trying to get air into my lungs. Paula sauntered into my view. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest. Each hand was massaging the huge biceps of the opposite arm as she watched me writhing in pain below her. "Looks like you're really hurting now, baby! .... God, how I love my muscles!" Paula breathed sensuously while her hands roamed over the cannonballs of muscle on her arms. Paula bent down and grabbed my shirt. "They let me do THIS!" I squealed in pain and horror as she roughly pulled me upright with just one hand. The young girl had a cruel smile on her face. She saw the pain and terror that I was in and she loved it. "Time to go for another ride, wimp!" Grasping my belt, the musclegirl easily hoisted me above her head once again. "Noooo!....Noooo!" I begged my teenage tormentress pitifully. Paula launched me into space with her brutal muscles. I sailed fifteen feet, landing on my end table. The table and the lamp on it broke into a thousand pieces. Screaming in pain, I bounced off the disintegrating table, into the wall and onto the floor. "Oohhh.. Goddd!.... Goddd!" I moaned. The pain I was in was horrible, but the fear was far far worse as I saw Paula slowly walking toward me. "No more!... Please!.. No more!" I whimpered. Paula loomed above me. She was stroking the bulging boulders of her left arm with her right hand. "I love to hurt men with my big muscles. Especially crybabies like you!" She whispered seductively, slowly running her tongue over her lips while her hand caressed her own huge biceps. "It REALLY turns me on!" Hard nipples showed through the tight shirt she wore, proving her statement. The cruel teenager got down on one knee next to me. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me to a sitting position. "Look at the size of them!" Paula snapped, flexing her massive arm inches from my face. "Look at my mighty muscles! I could kill you with just this one arm." She whispered, sexily. Straightening and flexing her arm slowly in front of my terror stricken eyes, I watched the young girl's colossal muscles grow into balls of pure steel and then recede back into her arm, only to grow frightenly huge again. My throat was dry with terror. I was panting like a cornered rabbit. Sweat and tears flowed profusely. "Whhhyy are you do..oing this to me?" I whimpered. "You really want to know? Well, I'll tell you!" She snapped. "But first, let's get comfortable!" Still keeping her grasp on my shirt, Paula stood up bringing me with her. Grabbing my belt with her other hand, the teenage Amazon lifted me above her head once more. Was there no end to this girls strength? Paula had armwrestled, lifted, and thrown me around effortlessly. She walked over to my dining room table. "I'll be more comfortable anyway." She snickered. Paula pushed up with the hand on my belt and let go while holding the one on my shirt steady. As a result, I did a flip over her head and landed roughly on the table. "Aauugghh!.... Oohhhhh!" I cried in pain from the violent impact. To ease the horrendous pain I rolled up into a fetal position. "No..No little man!" Paula snapped. "Pay attention!" The brutal girl grasped my damaged shoulder in a grip of iron and lifted me upright! I screamed in agony from the force of her grip on the shoulder that she had ruined in our armwrestling match. Paula ignored my cries and said: "Here's the deal, baby. WE picked you. I set you up with that fake car problem. WE wanted YOU!" I was in such agony that her words didn't register at once. They finally penetrated my pain wracked brain. "Wha.. Whaat do you mean... We? Picked.... Picked for what?" I mumbled through my tears. Paula ground on my shoulder cruelly. "Jjeeezzz!! Oh.. Ggoodddd!" I cried anew. "Lesson one, asshole! YOU don't ask me anything without getting permission first! Got it?" I nodded quickly. She eased up on her grip slightly. "WE know your past history. You are a writer, of sorts. You live alone. No family. And, most importantly, WE know about the little girl that you molested!" The muscle girl tightened her grip unmercifully. "Uuggh!!...Uugghh!...Aaaiiieeee!" I screamed as the pain multiplied. "Just be glad that we have a use for you, or I would beat you to death right now!" Paula yelled. Her face inches from mine. "You are ours now! You are going to be our biographer. But, you be assured, you asshole! You're going to be in pain the whole time. I'm going to make sure of that. And when we're done with you, I'm going to kill you. Slowly... With my bare hands." Paula punched me in the temple. I went out instantly. I awoke, here. Amongst the Amazons. In Hell.