Tara's Boy
by pk4hz600 (pk4hz600@hotmail.com)


	Jay Bishop's sister Kiki had been best friends with Tara for as long as he 
could remember.  While they were all growing up, Tara spent as much time at 
their house as any of the Bishops did.  Two years his senior, Tara always 
made a point to pick on Jay for something.  You see, Jay had always been a 
pretty geeky kid, always small for his class, very thin, but extremely 
precocious.  Books were his forte, not athletics.  And because of this, he 
always had trouble interacting with other kids in his class.  He had very 
few friends and spent much of his free time at home playing video games or 
reading.  Tara was also small for her class, but she was acknowledged as by 
far the most beautiful and most athletic girl in the school, and she was 
extremely popular.  Further, the demanding requirements and success of her 
gymnastics career had given her tremendous self-confidence, and an extremely 
fit body.  She had a wealth of ways to needle Jay, and had the openness to 
throw comments at him.
	Yes, Tara was small for her grade, but because she was two years older than 
Jay she was always taller.  That is, until Jay hit 12 years old and started 
to grow.  Tara, at 14, had yet to hit her growth spurt.  Jay caught up to 
her quickly.  One evening, after Tara sent a particularly harsh barrage of 
insults his way, Jay snapped.  He jumped at her, and wrestled her to the 
ground.  Tara was caught by surprise, and she was nearly pinned helplessly 
to the floor.  The larger, slightly heavier boy was leaning over her, all of 
his weight centered on her torso, with his arms locked around her left leg 
and neck, struggling to clasp his hands and lock her in a cradle hold.  In a 
second, Tara reacted with equal force – she pushed her legs as hard as she 
could, and the result was instant – Jay's arms were forced back and she 
escaped from the hold, standing up to face him as he rose to his feet.
	"You don't want to start this, Jay."  She said, with her arms crossed in 
front of her.
	"I've had enough of your comments."  He jumped at her again, but this time 
Tara was ready.  She caught him mid air and flipped him over her hip, and he 
landed with a thud.  In an instant, she was on top of him, putting him in 
the same hold that he failed to complete just seconds earlier.  She 
successfully locked her hands together, and he was caught in her powerful 
grip.
	"You see, Jay, I might be small, but I'm pretty strong.  Gymnastics will do 
this to you."  She pulled tighter, and his body was compressed further.  His 
knees were crushed into his mouth.  "I wouldn't try this again if I were 
you.  Do you give in?"
	"Shlmpf."  He nodded to translate that to a "yes."
	"Good."  Tara let him go, and left the room as Jay laid there in disbelief. 
  So quickly defeated by this smaller girl.  He was embarrassed, afraid that 
Tara would tell her sister and then he'd never hear the end of it.  He 
thought that the only reason he'd lost was because he didn't expect her to 
be so strong.  "No way she'd get me in that hold if I knew she had that 
strength" he thought.  He would try again, and he would be victorious.
	Their next meeting was more competitive, and more fun.  Instead of jumping 
at her without control, he approached her warily and every move was 
calculated, like he'd seen watching Olympic wrestling and even those fake 
wrestlers from the WWF.  He made her submit by wrapping her arm around her 
back and pushing it higher and higher until she gave up.  She was extremely 
angry, and they were both hooked.
	They wrestled practically every time they saw each other, and the outcomes 
were pretty balanced – sometimes she would use her strong legs to make him 
submit, sometimes her quickness and stamina; sometimes he'd make her submit 
by using his larger size.  Every time the contest was one fall – first 
person to submit would lose, and sometimes they would bet little things, 
like a few dollars or chores.  They wrestled for two years, and must have 
had at least 100 matches, and noone ever knew.
	By then, Jay was 14 and hitting puberty, and Tara was 16, and had developed 
small breasts, but still hadn't hit her growth spurt.  Her development 
lagged that of her peers, but she was still a looker.  Boys wanted to be 
with her, and girls wanted to be her.  She was barely above five feet, but 
still strong enough to fight toe to toe with larger Jay, who at this point 
was about 5'5", but still wiry.
	They stopped wrestling that year, but it wasn't a mutual decision.  The 
pivotal moment was as much a shock to Jay as it was to Tara.  One night, 
they were having a particularly spirited match.  Tara had the upper hand 
most of the match, and in fact over the previous month Tara had been able to 
subdue Jay more easily than she had when they first started winning.  She 
attributed this improvement to her continued gymwork to increase her 
strength for gymnastics.  Lately, Jay had only been able to win when Tara 
made some gross misstep, and had been able to quickly capitalize before she 
could get back on track.  But on this night, there were no mistakes.  She 
had quickly taken him down to the ground with a swift lift of his right leg 
and then a powerful twist, sending him on his front.  Tara went for the 
quick, embarrassing pin.  She wrapped one arm around his head and stuck the 
other one between his legs, reaching as far up his front as possible so she 
could lock her hands.  Jay was trapped, lying on his left side, his right 
arm sticking uselessly straight up into the air.  His left arm was trapped 
beneath his body.  His legs flailed powerlessly, and he could only use his 
bodyweight and the squirminess of his struggling to keep her from turning 
him onto his back for the final cradle hold and almost certain submission.  
Tara kept pulling him, pulling him over, trying to get him on his back, but 
Jay struggled as mightily as he could, kicking and convulsing in her arms.  
The contact with her arms were causing two divergent reactions – from her 
left arm, locked around his neck, he felt pain from the pinching and rubbing 
on his skin; but her right arm was wrapped between his legs and up his 
front, with her upper arm pressuring his crotch.  Never before during their 
matches had he felt the sensations that were coursing through his loins.  
Her bicep was directly on his penis, and from her struggle to keep him in 
her control, he could feel the muscle flex and relax, flex and relax, 
pulsating on his member.  He began to imagine what it would feel like to be 
naked in her embrace, having her place his hard penis in the crook of her 
arm and flex her biceps over and over and over, putting erotic pressure on 
his penis nd sending him to the utmost heights of ecstasy until he could 
withhold his come no longer and sent powerful emissions shooting all over.  
The erotic thoughts flowing through his mind sent blood flowing to his 
member, and he became turgidly erect.  He'd never become aroused with Tara, 
and hadn't been so aroused in his entire life.  But Tara never noticed, 
because she was so focused on turning his body.  She started to shake him, 
and for brief moments he felt himself lose contact with the ground as she 
actually lifted him off the floor ever so slightly.  The pressure on his 
penis from the shaking was arousing him to the brink, and he became 
terrified that he might blow his wad right then and there, so he stopped 
struggling, and Tara easily flipped him onto his back and crushed him in her 
potent cradle hold.  His left arm now free, he reached up and patted her 
head.  "I give up," he announced, and she replied "I know you do."  She 
released him, and his penis sprung up, tenting his shorts.  He bent his legs 
to try to hide his arousal, but there was no way.  Tara couldn't notice, and 
she stared at his crotch for a second.
	She pointed at his groin.  "I don't believe it" she said to him, then 
reached down and lightly brushed the hardness of his penis.  Knowing what 
would probably happen, he clutched at her arm to stop her, but even the 
slight sensation of her brief touch was too much to handle.  He let out a 
gutteral groan, then ejaculated in his shorts.  His whole body tensed up.  
The power of his come shot totally soaked his shorts, and Tara's hand, still 
resting on his crotch, got wet.  She jerked back her hand and wiped it on 
his chest as he continued to convulse in ejaculation.  Tara got to her feet, 
as he continued to lay there, and walked out the door, looking back at him 
briefly as she exited.  Their eyes met for a second, hers showing sadness 
and his showing embarrassment, and she left.
	She vowed never to wrestle him again, and she held to that vow.  On the 
other hand, wrestling her consumed Jay's thoughts.  His embarrassing orgasm 
from her complete domination of him had awakened some strange emotions he 
hadn't had before.  He realized that he liked the feeling of being helpless 
in her powerful embrace, to know that she could defeat him in a test of 
strength.  He secretly wished that she had the power to subdue him, to 
dominate him, while barely trying – for him to know that she was so much 
stronger than him that no matter what he'd do he'd have no chance to even 
slow her down.  He'd lie awake at night imagining that they were wrestling, 
and she would have him trapped safely in her powerful arms within seconds, 
and then she'd spend hours letting him worship her body, finally giving him 
pleasure by roughly taking him inside of her womanhood and fucking him while 
he struggled to escape.  Whenever she entered his mind, which was often, he 
couldn't help but fondle himself, and he found himself spending more time 
masturbating than ever before.
	Tara on the other hand was upset by the change.  She enjoyed wrestling him, 
and deep down knew that she too was aroused whenever she'd beat him so 
handily, but didn't want to go down that path with her best friend's younger 
brother.  A month later, though, she didn't have to worry.  Her parents 
announced that they'd be moving, and Tara left town.
	He didn't see Tara again for five years.  During that time, he was consumed 
with becoming stronger, stronger so that if they ever met again he could 
give her a fair fight.  He worked out constantly, at least two hours every 
day, and although he had difficulty putting massive weight on his growing 
frame, which reached 5'10" once he hit 19, he became cut.  Women in his 
class considered him a babe because of his buff physique, and his confidence 
was at an all-time high.  None of the men or women he knew made fun of him 
any more.
	Then Tara came back to his hometown to visit his sister.  She was a senior 
in college, and the whole Bishop family was excited to see her after all 
this time, not least of all Jay, who couldn't wait to show her his new 
physique.  He was much stronger than he had been when they used to wrestle, 
and she beat him consistently.  He wanted her to try to start a wrestling 
match, because he was confident that he'd take her down quickly and have her 
begging for mercy.
	Tara came by the house unexpectedly on a Saturday afternoon, and Jay was 
the only one home.  His parents and sister had gone to the mall, and 
wouldn't be back for at least two hours.  Jay heard the door ring and he 
opened the door, even though he was bare-chested as he usually was when 
walking around the house.  Jay opened the door and there she was.  She was 
as beautiful as he remembered, only now the added maturity made her face 
fill out a bit.  She was even more beautiful, he thought.  She entered the 
room and didn't say a word – only looked up and down Jay's body.  The 
tension was incredible.  Jay also looked her over.  She had grown to about 
5'5".  She was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt and jeans.  Remembering her 
former body, he was surprised to notice large perky breasts jutting out, 
pushing her shirt out.  Her shoulders seemed to have a strange shape to 
them, unlike any he'd ever seen on a woman, but he couldn't quite figure out 
why.  Then finally she broke the stress.
	"Jay, you look great."  She approached him and put her arms around her in a 
friendly embrace, and Jay did the same.  He felt uncomfortable as she 
squeezed, and he could still feel how strong she was.  He wasn't quite sure, 
but he could sense added power in her embrace, but she released him before 
he could really get a feel for it.
	"So do you, Tara.  Come on in." He turned around to show her inside, and 
they walked in together.  Then, suddenly and roughly, but she grabbed his 
hand and spun him back around.
	She looked into his eyes.  "Let's go, Jay."
	"But…"
	"Let's not even think about last time. I can tell you think you can take me 
down, and I'm going to show you you're very wrong."
	"You're joking."
	"No, Jay.  I'll have you begging me to let you go."  She squeezed his hand, 
and he winced.  He wasn't nervous about losing, but the power she exerted on 
his hand made him remember about how he always used to lose, and about how 
he had reacted the last time he was on the mat with her.
	She tugged on his arm and led him into his parents room, which had the 
large bed they always used to wrestle on.  She again looked over his body, 
noticing his strong bare chest and his well-shaped legs exposed under his 
shorts, and he could tell that she was impressed. "Well, Jay, I guess you're 
about ready , so I'll get ready, too."  She unbuttoned her jeans and slid 
them slowly off her legs, exposing a pair of the most shapely, muscular legs 
Jay had ever seen.  Her flowered panties left her thighs almost entirely 
bare, and the lines of muscle were so obvious, stretching from her knee all 
the way up the front and sides of her thighs.  She pointed her right toe 
down, and her calves jumped to life. They were so large, he doubted he could 
get his hand around just one.  Then, she shook her right leg from side to 
side, and her muscular quads shook from right to left, right to left, as if 
they were so huge that her leg bones couldn't hold them in place.
	It was obvious that Jay was mesmerized.  He was staring straight at the 
muscles as they jingled, and Tara liked the way he worshipped her.  "I see 
you like my legs.  You're not the only one who's been getting stronger, 
Jay."  She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and began to 
lift the shirt over her head, extremely slowly.  She bared her rock hard 
stomach, rippling with muscle, yet so thin that it was probably smaller than 
her thighs.   As she exposed her physique, she talked to Jay in a seductive 
voice: "You see, Jay, I stopped doing gymnastics when I injured my elbow 
doing the rings, which usually only the men do, but because of my strength I 
used to practice on it as well.  But once I couldn't perform on the mats any 
longer, I had to find a new outlet for my fitness desires."  Her shirt 
eclipsed her perky breasts, revealing a deep, striated chest which made 
Jay's look like a child's.  He noticed that her lat muscles flared out from 
her torso, and saw her lower ribs delineated clearly through her skin.  She 
paused for a moment as her clavicle came into view.  "I'd always enjoyed my 
weights workouts during gymnastics training, and I'd always loved how it 
felt to overpower you, so I decided to concentrate on building my body.  I 
spend more time in the gym now than I do anywhere else.  My body's really 
developed a lot, and I think it's all for the better.  What do you think?"  
She finally removed her shirt, and exposed a pair of massively-developed, 
round, striated shoulders jutting out from her body.  They were larger than 
softballs.  As she lowered her arms, her biceps bunched up and jumped into 
view.  It was as if there were a loaf of bread sewn into each arm.  Her arms 
were huge, and he instantly knew they were bigger than his.  This 
realization made him think twice about the impending match, but once she 
dropped her shirt to her side, and let her arms hang down, the muscles still 
bulging out from her bones, and he took in all of her – her large calves, 
strong thighs, flat stomach, perky breasts sitting proudly atop a steely 
chest, high traps, round shoulders and powerful arms – he knew that he had 
to touch her.  He had to test himself, and test this muscular beauty, find 
out if those added muscles really translated into added strength.
	"Wow, Tara, you really have put on a lot of muscle.  But so have I and, um, 
I know I can take you."  He didn't sound convincing.
	She just stood there in her bra and panties, muscles flowing all over her, 
and smiled at Jay.  She made a muscle with her right arm.  "You're probably 
right, Jay.  You're so much taller than me, and you're a boy and I'm only a 
girl.  I won't have a chance."  She raised her arm to her mouth and give her 
bicep a kiss.  "Do you want to kiss my bicep, too, Jay?"
	Jay leaned forward, then took a step back.  "No way.  I'm not going to get 
sucked in to any of your mental games."
	Tara laughed loudly.  "Suit yourself, but once I'm done with you you'll be 
begging me to kiss my muscles."  She approached him with her hands out, and 
he steadied himself.
	Tara grabbed Jay by the shoulders roughly and shook him to get him 
off-balance, and Jay struggled to extricate himself from her grip.  She 
pushed and pulled front and back, right and left, while he clawed at her 
forearms and tried to muscle her arms away from him.  But his muscles were 
insufficient.  Then he started to hit at her arms, but after the second hit 
she said "Don't you punch me" and pushed him back hard.  He went flying 
through the air – his feet left the ground and he was nearly horizontal – 
and he landed on the bed on his back.  "This is wrestling, not boxing.  I'll 
box you if you want, but I don't think you want that.  I'll beat you badly 
in wrestling, but I'll pummel you in boxing."
	Jay sat up and rubbed his shoulders. "Sorry Tara.  But you're grip was 
hurting me."
	"Awww.  Did the little girl hurt the big strong boy?"
Her comment raised Jay's dander, and he got up and jumped at her, leaping at 
her body.  Tara reacted quickly, stooping slightly and putting out her right 
hand, expertly inserting it between his legs as he flew at her.  Using her 
other hand to halt the advance of his upper body, she actually was able to 
hold him in midair for a second as she adjusted her hands on his body.  She 
wrapped her right hand around his right leg just beneath his crotch and 
wrapped her left arm over and around his neck, trapping his head against her 
chest.  She had amazingly caught him and was just standing there holding 
him, effortlessly, as he struggled to free himself from her powerful grasp.  
However, because he had no leverage, and because he was a bit scared to hit 
her after her previous warning, his efforts were useless.  After a few 
seconds of spasms, he just let her hold him while he became dead weight.  
But not enough weight to affect Tara.
"You know, Jay, you're lighter than I expected."  She started to perform 
deep knee bends holding him as weight.
"Please put me down, Tara."  Jay spoke in a sad, defeated voice.
"No way, Jay.  This is a pretty good workout."  Tara continued to perform 
the exercise, and must have done 20 or 25 bends.  Then she held him for a 
moment and said "But I don't want to work only my legs.  I don't want them 
to get overly big compared to my upper body.  I'd better work my arms and 
shoulders."  She adjusted him in her grasp to prepare for her next feat of 
strength.  Still holding his right leg tightly, she released his neck 
briefly and replaced her hand underneath his right shoulder, holding his 
torso up by the strength of her left arm.  Then she jerked his legs up and 
while they were floating she moved her right hand the opposite way under his 
right leg.  "I guess I'll start with some curls."  She began to lift him to 
her chest with difficulty, but successfully, several times.
As she raised and lowered him several times, Jay was unable to speak from 
the shock of what was happening.  He only could utter "Ohmigod."
"He can't help you here, Jay.  I am in complete control."  She finished 
about fifteen reps with him, and made a motion to release him, but then she 
held him back up to her chest, at the top of the curl position.  "I almost 
forgot to work my shoulders."  She started to once again readjust him in her 
grasp.  She let her left hand remain supporting his right shoulder while she 
moved her right hand to the inside of his left thigh.  Her hand was resting 
extremely close to his package to get the right balance, and this fact did 
not go unnoticed by Jay.
"What are you going to do?"  Jay asked with concern.
"Just stay still and enjoy the ride."  And with that, showing unbelievable 
strength she pressed him over her head, high into the air.  Again, she 
adjusted her grip on him to make it easier to show off her power.  She 
rolled him onto his front using some strong movements of her fingers, and 
placed her left hand under his chest.  She moved her right hand from the 
inside of his left thigh and walked it over to his crotch, and wrapped her 
hand around his package, with her thumb on top of his penis and her fingers 
resting on his ass.
Jay was frightened like he'd never been before.  He grabbed at the closest 
object to steady himself, and that object was her left arm, wrapping both of 
his hands around her bicep.  Even extended into the air, unflexed, he could 
barely contain the muscular limb with both of his hands.  He squeezed hard, 
but couldn't dent it.  He began to shake slightly with fear.
But Tara wasn't done.  She looked up at his fear-stricken face and felt him 
squirming in her grasp.  "It gets even better, Jay."  She smiled at him, 
then lowered him to the back of her neck until he brushed her traps, then 
pushed him back up.  Then she lowered him to the front, and pressed him 
again.  Back, then front, she effortlessly pressed him over and over again.  
While she powered him up and down, she spoke to him in an even voice.  "Most 
men find it difficult to accept a powerful woman.  Whether in business or 
sports, we intimidate them.  But I don't really understand it.  Can't we be 
equals, or even better, can't we be superior sometimes?  I think so.  Look 
at us right now.  I'm obviously superior to you in terms of strength, but I 
think you'll find that this is the case in other ways, as well.  I hope 
you're able to accept this Jay, and not get a chip on your shoulder."
Jay was totally taken in by all of this trash talk, but she didn't seem to 
be taking jabs at him like she used to.  She seemed to be trying to convince 
him of something so that he would accept her as an equal, or even a 
superior.  He was unsure of why, though.  But the shoulder presses were 
having two effects on him.  First, when she lowered him, her bicep would 
contract and the muscle would explode in his hand.  He'd lose his grip on 
her arm when this happened, because he just couldn't get his hands around 
her arm.  Second, his fearful shaking, combined with small movements of her 
hand to retain control of his body in the air, were causing a rubbing action 
on his penis and balls.  He couldn't help but become aroused by the 
pressure, and he knew that she'd eventually notice the hardon in her grasp.
Tara was continuing to give her speech while these thoughts raced through 
his head.  "My last boyfriend couldn't accept my strength.  He was this 
football jock, a big guy at around six foot two, maybe 220 pounds, and he 
had this attitude about how women should be.  I was a little smaller than I 
am now, but not much, so all of my muscles weren't as obvious when I was 
dressed conservatively.  We dated for about three months, but we weren't 
doing anything sexual.  He never even took off my shirt, the wimp.  Can you 
imagine not wanting to fuck this body?  Eventually, I just had to have him, 
I needed the sexual contact.  So for a Friday night date, I decided to wow 
him – I wore this skimpy, lacy tank top and a short mini-skirt.  When he 
showed up at my apartment, I buzzed him in, and when he entered he just 
stood there, amazed.  He told me that he never realized I was so muscular, 
and I responded that all he needed to do to find out just how muscular I was 
was to touch me.  As I approached him and touched his pants button with my 
finger he backed off and said he was going to leave because it just wasn't 
going to work out between us, and this made me really mad.  I said to him, 
'The hell it isn't' and I grabbed him and threw him to the ground.  He was 
shocked and just sat there for a second and then tried again to leave, but I 
grabbed him again and threw him.  He warned me not to do it again, but when 
he tried to leave a third time, I threw him again, and he ran at me and we 
started to wrestle.  To make a long story short, I beat the shit out of him. 
  I finished him off with a sleeper hold, and knocked him out.  While he was 
unconscious, I ripped off his clothes, tied his arms behind his back and 
tied each leg to one end of my sofa, so they were spread wide.  After I 
slapped him to consciousness, I played with his package until he got hard, 
all the while with him crying like a baby, and then I raped him until I was 
satisfied, and then I picked him up and threw him out of my apartment."
She was still pressing Jay up and down, and finally felt his hardness in her 
right hand.  He was breathing heavily.  She squeezed his penis a bit.  "At 
least I see that you still appreciate my power over you.  But we'd better 
not have a repeat of…"
The squeeze was just too much for Jay to handle.  He came uncontrollably, 
all over her hair, shoulders and breasts.  "You motherfucker."  She threw 
him hard into the wall, and he slumped to the floor still spurting.  She 
felt the semen in her hair and, irate, picked him up by the penis and threw 
him onto the bed.  The pain was unbearable for Jay, and he cried and 
screamed "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."  But she wasn't appeased. She 
leapt on top of him and grabbed his waist between her thighs, and started to 
slap his face over and over.  He grabbed at her, but couldn't stop her 
assault.  He was sobbing loudly, tears streaming from his eyes as he begged 
her to stop hurting him.  She eventually did stop, and got off him and left 
the room.  He rolled up into the fetal position and continued crying.
When she returned, she stood in front of the bed and spoke in a stern voice. 
  "Get up and kneel in front of me."  Jay failed to move immediately, so she 
grabbed him by the shorts and yanked him off the bed, in the process 
shredding his boxers, leaving him naked on the floor before her.  She 
gripped him by the chin and pulled him to his knees, making him look into 
her eyes.
"All this time you've been thinking about me, huh?  Never could forget the 
way I used to beat up on you?  Have you been beating off while thinking 
about me, Jay?  Have you imagined all these years that I could still take 
you down?  Well now you know that I can, and now I'm going to show you just 
how strong I really am."
"What do you mean?"
Without responding, Tara ripped off her bra and panties, exposing 
perfectly-sized breasts and a nicely-shaved bush.  She proceeded to strike a 
double biceps pose that made Jay gasp.  Her bicep jumped from her arm, and 
her triceps were as full as any he'd ever seen.  Her breasts jumped and 
stayed firm.  Jay fell back to his heels at the sight of her.
"Stand up and put your arms around my bicep" she commanded.  Jay hesitated, 
and so Tara grabbed his hair with her left arm, keeping her right arm cocked 
in a flexed position, and using her tremendous power lifted him to a 
standing position.  Jay then complied with her command, and she stepped up 
to the bed, dragging him up with her.  When she was up there, she stepped to 
the edge of the bed, and then kicked his legs out from under him, leaving 
him hanging over the edge, holding on to her arm.   "There's no way you 
could do this even with a baby, you weakling."  She began to pump her bicep 
and Jay started to rise higher and higher as her bicep grew bigger.  After a 
short time, Jay could no longer keep his grip on her mighty arm, as the 
muscle was just too big to get his hands around, and he fell with a crash to 
the floor.
"Come back up and do it again" she commanded, and he rose quickly and 
climbed onto the bed.  Wrapping his arms around her flexed arm again, he 
jumped off the bed and hung from her limb.  As he was suspended from her, he 
looked up at her face, and saw her beautiful smile shining down on him.  He 
realized that he did like the feeling of her powerful arm.  He began to tug 
on it, pulling down on her, but she didn't budge.  He pulled and pulled, 
grunting at the effort, until he fell again to the ground.  But this time he 
needed no instruction.  He jumped up again and grabbed her arm and hung 
again.  He again started bouncing.
	Tara chuckled at this display of curiosity.  "There's no way you can budge 
me.  I'm way too strong for you."  She lifted her arm high into the air, and 
he started to rise with her arm, until he slid down the bicep and his arm 
was wrapped around her shoulder, still hanging there but with his body in 
erotic contact with hers.  His penis was pressed against her thigh.  Tara 
wrapped her right arm around his butt and lifted him up until his penis was 
on her stomach, and his head was just above hers.  His legs hung down 
between hers, and his arms instinctively wrapped around her neck to hang on 
to her.  His penis hardened, and the pressure against her unyielding 
abdominals caused his body to be pushed backwards slightly.
	She reached her lips up so they barely brushed his, and then she raised and 
lowered his body slightly to arouse him further.  "Do you like my muscles, 
Jay?"
	Jay couldn't respond, he was in such ecstasy.
	"Jay, do you like the way my muscles are so much stronger than yours?"
	Still speechless, he wrapped is legs around her waist and squeezed her neck 
tightly.
	"Do you like to feel cuddled and safe in my arms, Jay?  Do you want me to 
take care of you, protect you?"
	Jay lowered his head and started to kiss her neck.
	Tara started to jiggle him in her arms, arousing him even further.  Despite 
the ease with which she moved him, her muscles bulged, the striations in her 
shoulder jumped out.
	"Do you like it when I handle you easily?  Do you like when I use my 
strength to make you hard."
	Jay's nodding rubbed Tara's neck, and she let out a slight moan.
	"Do you want me to use my muscles on you some more?  Do you want me to 
overpower you and make you come?"
	Jay finally spoke.  "Oh, yesssss."  He lifted his head to place his lips on 
hers, and in their kiss her tongue penetrated his mouth and pushed his 
tongue around at will – even her tongue muscle was stronger than his.
	Tara started to lift him higher and higher, shifting her hand so it was 
pushing his butt rather than just supporting it.  She held him high above 
her head for a moment, and as he screamed in terror she threw him to the 
bed.  He bounced a couple of times before settling on his back.  She started 
to crawl on the bed towards him, slowly, seductively.  He looked down her 
chest.  Her back and chest were thicker than he though possible, and her 
breasts didn't hang at all – they were so firm that they stayed right on her 
meaty pec.  He wanted to reach out and grab her breasts, kiss them, lick 
them, suck them, but he was afraid to even move.
	"What are you going to do with me?" he inquired, shaking on the bed from 
fear.
	"Anything I want, and you will obey me or else I will punish you.  I am in 
charge here.  You are my slave, my servant.  You belong to me.  Including 
this."  She grabbed his package in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.  
Jay gasped at the pressure, afraid she might rip his member from his body.  
As she began to massage his privates, he relaxed and began to moan in 
pleasure.
	"You like it when I hold you by the balls, don't you, my little servant?"
	"Yes."
	"And do you still think that you can defeat me in wrestling, in anything?"
	"I don't think so."
	"WHAT?"  She released his penis and slapped his face.
	"I mean…probably not…er…"  She slapped him again and grabbed his shoulder 
with one of her hands, squeezing it so that the pressure was unbearable.  
"No, I can never defeat you.  You're too strong for me.  I am nothing 
compared to you."
	"Damn straight, little girl.  But I don't think you're convinced."  She 
climbed off of him, and lay down on the bed on her back next to him.  "If 
you can pin me for one second, I will do anything you say – anything.  I'll 
let you start on top of me, with my back already pinned.  Come climb on top 
of me."  She grabbed his hair and pulled, and he crawled to her.  She 
stopped him when his face reached her breasts, and held his face tight 
between her perfect orbs.  She flexed her pecs a few times, and he moaned 
with pain and pleasure.  "When I'm done with you, you'll be begging to touch 
my breasts.  But for now…"  She released his head and pulled him fully on 
top of her.  "…It's time for me to humiliate you with my overwhelming 
strength.  You only have to pin me for one second."
	Jay thought to himself, "One second?  This should be no problem."  Tara 
extended her arms above her head, putting herself in the most vulnerable of 
positions.  Fully stretched, her body was absolutely breathtaking.  Her 
biceps bulged from her arms, her chest expanded to amazing proportions, and 
her stomach became flatter and even tighter.  Her back was so thick, and her 
ass was so round, that the space under her lower back was large enough that 
he could have put both his legs underneath.  He wanted to lick her muscles 
right then and there, but for now he was determined to prove to her that he 
wasn't a little girl, that he could pin her, even if for only one second.
	"You can start by holding my arms down for the extra advantage, Jay.  But 
it won't matter."  Tara flashed a toothy smile and squirmed a bit on the 
bed, seductively, slowly.
	Jay reached to her hands and held them down.  Tara said "In fact, if I 
can't counter and pin you within fifteen seconds, that will be a victory for 
you as well.  You can say go, Jay."  Jay steadied himself and put all his 
weight on her hands and his knees on her stomach, not even denting the 
unyielding abdominals underneath.  He started to have second thoughts about 
whether he could hold her for even a second, so he decided on a secondary 
strategy – if she pushed out of his hold, he'd run away as fast as he could 
and stay away for fifteen seconds, and that would be a win.
	Jay took a deep breath.  "Go."  Immediately she pushed him off of her, and 
the force threw him backwards a few feet, off the bed.  He got up and 
immediately ran out the door and down the hall, but Tara wasn't fooled.  
Using her superior speed, she caught him within seconds.  "No you don't" she 
exclaimed, wrapping her arm around his waist and lifting him easily off the 
floor, his legs continuing to flail in the air.  Resting the left side of 
his abdomen on her right hip, she sprinted back into the bedroom and threw 
him through the air onto the bed.  She leaped on top of him and manhandled 
him as if he were a rag doll into a cradle lock, forcing him to submit 
almost immediately from the pain of being compressed so powerfully.
	"I told you that you had no chance.  My power over you is absolute."  She 
lifted him off the bed and dropped him, and he sprawled out, exhausted.  She 
grabbed his penis and tugged on it.  "Get up and follow me."  She arose and 
he followed, dragging him by his penis into the bathroom.  Releasing his 
member, she picked him up by his waist and placed him on the toilet seat.  
"Don't move" she ordered.  Reaching into her medicine cabinet, she removed a 
bottle of lotion and rested it on her sink.  Then she reached to him and 
wrapped her hand around his crotch, lifting him slightly and then lowering 
him, using only her powerful right arm, down to the ground.  Her arm bulged 
impressively from the effort.  She opened the bottle and handed it to Jay.
	"I want you to rub this lotion all over my body.  If you miss a spot, I 
will punish you.  Understand?"  She grabbed his chin and forced him to look 
into her eyes.
	Jay was filled with fear and desire, and he could no longer keep his gaze 
on her.  Looking down, he replied "Yes, ma'am."
	Tara grabbed his penis and led him to the bed.  She laid down on her 
stomach and bent her arms over her head.  Her head rested on its side and 
she nodded to him to indicate that he was permitted to touch her.  Jay 
poured some lotion on his hands and started to rub and caress her body, 
starting with her bulging calves, moving up to her powerful hamstrings, 
spending extra time kneading and touching her round buttocks, migrating over 
her lower back, so thin and hard, and moving up to caress her strong, thick 
upper back muscles.  To reach her back and shoulders, he had to shift his 
position, so he crawled forward until his crotch was on top of her ass.  
Fully erect from the erotic feeling of touching her potent physique, his 
member poked at her crack.  This did not go unnoticed by Tara.
	"What's that pencil point of yours doing?"
	Jay tried to lift his hips so his crotch wouldn't be in contact with her 
muscular buttocks, despite his intense desire to impale himself into her, 
but Tara reached back and grabbed his member and pulled him closer.  
Relaxing her buttock muscles, she inserted his penis in between her cheeks 
and squeezed tightly, locking his manhood in the most humiliating of 
positions.  Jay stopped rubbing her as he pushed on her back to try to 
extricate himself from his captured position, but Tara would have none of 
it.
	"You'd better keep on rubbing, if you know what's good for you."  A strong 
squeeze of her butt sent shock waves of pain, and strange arousal, through 
him and he immediately continued with his rubbing.  He caressed her muscular 
back, her round, huge shoulders, down her ripped arms, and over her bulging 
traps.  Meanwhile, Tara was alternately squeezing and relaxing her ass 
muscles and bringing him to the brink of orgasm, but every time he was about 
to come, she would clamp down and stop the surge.  She was driving Jay wild. 
  After he finished rubbing her neck, she released him and rolled over, 
throwing him off of her.  Even though he had seen her naked form stretched 
out just minutes earlier, when she manhandled him in wrestling in just 
seconds, he still was amazed at the perfection of her body.  The flaring, 
cut thighs; the thin, flat, hard stomach; the thick chest beneath perky, 
sizeable breasts; the huge balls of shoulder muscle, and the perfect, 
angelic face.  He rubbed the lotion everywhere,  When he finished, he dabbed 
some lotion on his index finger and pushed it into her vagina, rubbing up 
and down while Tara squirmed on the bed.  Tara grabbed his hair and pulled 
his mouth to her nipple, and he eagerly began to suck and bite, suck and 
bite while his other hand traced her other breast.  Within minutes, Tara 
screamed at the top of her lungs, and her body shook and she orgasmed 
seemingly forever.
	Hooking her hands under his, she pulled him up and planted a wet, 
passionate kiss on his mouth.  "That was nice, toy.  Now get off me and sit 
on your knees at the foot of the bed."  He obeyed quickly  Tara sat on the 
edge of the bed, and wrapped her left leg around him, drawing him closer to 
him using the power of her thighs.  She flexed her right arm, and the bicep 
jumped off her bone.
	"Do you like my muscles, Jay?  Do you want to feel them some more?"
	"Yes."
She took his left hand and drew it to her bicep, and he began to feel it all 
over.  She squeezed his arm and said "Your body is so soft compared to mine, 
Jay.  Soft everywhere."  She grabbed his turgid member.  "Except for here."  
Jay gasped.  "Do you want me to make you come."
Jay nodded fervently.
"Who do you belong to?  Who is your master?"
"You are."
She stroked his penis while he felt the power of her arm.  As his desire 
grew, he leaned forward and began to suck on her breast, which turned Tara 
on even more.
"You won't last long, toy."  Soon, Jay ejaculated harder than he'd ever 
thought possible.  The emissions sprayed all over her stomach and legs, and 
without a word, as Tara laid back onto the bed, Jay showed his respect for 
his new master by licking the come off of her.  Looking into her eyes, with 
such respect and love, he wanted to pleasure her in any way he could, so he 
plunged his tongue and buried his face into her crotch, flicking back and 
forth to give her a rise.  Rubbing her powerful thigh muscles, he dreamed of 
being held in her arms forever, touching her muscles as she made him hers.
Tara's thoughts were simple- she loved how he had been subdued by her 
strength, how he pleasured her without being ordered to do so.  As she 
reached her climax, she screamed "You're mine."
Jay knew it to be true.