Amazon Island by Sepp Sonntag / seppsonntag@yahoo.com a place where men are taken to by force for pleasure and pain A story of total female muscle domination, brutal women warriors and the fate of male slaves Chapter One of an ongoing series As Jonathan went home from work this evening he never thought in his wildest dreams that he would wake up the next morning on a secret Island ruled by muscular Amazons. He intended to visit his preferred hangout to get some drinks at the bar and maybe to flirt with some women should the opportunity arise. However, this evening should take a surprising turn of events. As he walked up to the bar, Jonathan noticed a person lying on the ground of a dark side street who supposedly was in need of help. Jonathan is a good-hearted guy; therefore he went into the dark street without much thinking. He recognized it was a man there on the ground who was trembling and muttering "Help me, please help me." Jonathan asked, "What has happened, Sir? How can I help you?" >>From the back he suddenly heard a voice, "You shouldnīt be so helpful, Mister!" Jonathan turned around seeing two thugs coming towards him holding knives in their hands. "Yeah, you asshole, give us your money!" the man said who had just lain on the ground pretending to need help. Out of the blue he stood right next to Jonathan holding a baseball bat in his hands. "Great," Jonathan thought, "just what I need. Mugged by three thugs. Shit!" Jonathan tried to run away but the thugs blocked the exit to the main street. "Hey Mister, where do you wanna go? Iīll tear your guts out!" Jonathan was sweating. "Ok, guys, calm down. I am sure we can settle this. Iīll give you whatever you want." Nonetheless, one of the thugs suddenly rushed forwards and beat him on the head with the baseball bat. Jonathan cried out in pain and in fear for his life. He fell on the ground, he got dizzy and his view became blurred. The thugs were closing up on him, that he still could see but then he passed out. Hence he didnīt notice the brutal, vicious beating that was about to happen. However, Jonathan wasnīt going to be the recipient of the thrashing, no, the thugs were about to get it. They heard a voice coming from right behind them. Somebody had crept up on them without them noticing. "Isnīt that a little bit unfair? Three guys against just one?" The thugs were stunned. Somebody had dared to interrupt them. Moreover it was a female. A female of a kind they had never before laid their eyes upon. They were looking at a woman who was at least six feet five not counting the high-heels she was wearing. She also wore black stockings and a black, woolen mini-skirt, which revealed ultra muscular long thighs and cannonball-calves. Furthermore she wore a muscle tee shirt showing incredibly muscular arms that were even bigger than the thighs of an average male. Her long black hair was combed back held together by a ponytail. None of the crooks managed to utter a word. The powerful woman looked down at them as if they were merely worms, her eyes were cold as ice. Her appearance alone put fear into the hearts and dicks of most men even hardened criminals. She smiled a cruel smile at their prey. After that she casually straightened her stockings as if the three men werenīt even there. The thugs looked at each other in disbelief though trying to regain control over the situation. "Beat it Lady! Or do you want to taste some steel?" One thug waved his knife at her. She didnīt even give him a single glance but continued to playfully straighten her fine silk stockings. Whilst doing that with her hands that had long, sharp, red fingernails, the massive, bulging muscles of her arms flexed and clenched. The crook with the knife went one step further in the direction of the Amazon who apparently didnīt even notice him. However, he was dead wrong. Faster than a bullet her long, strong leg shot up and brutally kicked him in the balls. He and his two friends didnīt even get the opportunity to react because the Amazonīs attack happened so incredibly fast. The kick was also that hard and tough the beaten man was lifted up from the ground several inches high and for a moment he and his balls rested on the shoe-top of the Amazon inflicting further dire pain. Though the ball-busted man didnīt fall on the ground after that. Simultaneously the powerful woman grasped the thugīs throat with only one arm and held him up above the ground kicking him into the balls again. After that she vicously threw him against a wall, also using just one arm as if he was just a little puppy. That throw was that hard it crashed several bones in his body. The two other thugs clearly realized then, that they had made a fatal mistake in coming into this dark street this evening to mug an innocent man. In the movies thugs make another mistake all the times when facing a far more skillful and powerful opponent: They attack and subsequently get their asses whipped. In real life cowardly crooks run away. These two that were left over made no exception. The Amazon sighed as she watched the thugs beat it. However their escape attempt had a very short life given that the dark street was a dead-end. As a matter of fact they soon faced a brick wall. As they turned around they saw the Amazon bending over the unconscious Jonathan caressing his cheeks. She put him in a better position caressed him again and after that she slowly walked towards the two frightened thugs. There only were two streetlights in this deserted, narrow street where closed and barricaded back doors offered no other means of escape. As a result the only thing the scared crooks could do was to watch the Amazon coming towards them out of the shadow each sound of each step she made frightening them even more. "Hey, Lady, we didnīt mean your bloke any harm. It was just a joke. Lady, can you hear me?" The Amazon had disappeared into the shadows again and didnīt say a word. Step! Step! Step! Step Step! One of the thugs protected his balls as the Steps, Steps, Steps, came closer. Then the Amazon stood right in front of them. "Ok, listen," one of the thugs said, "it really was just a joke. We didnīt mean any harm." He glanced at his partner. "Say something, asshole!" "Yeah, just a joke. Just look." He threw his knife away and nudged his friend who did the same with the baseball bat. The Amazon just continued to stand there in front of them looking them up and down. Then, at a snailīs pace, she straightened her stockings again, which were a little bit out of order after she had administered the brutal kicking. "She, she, she is straightening her stockings again," whispered one thug in fear. "Oh, no, oh no, oh no." He turned away from the Amazon protecting his balls with his hands and dropping down to his knees. The other one just stared at her incredible physique in awe. He had given up. He knew what was coming and thought it best to be over with it quickly. The more he protested the angrier this superior femme fatale would get. When she was ready straightening her stockings she looked at them. Although the thug who stared at her was scared shitless he couldnīt help but getting a major hard-on. The Amazon then looked at the bulge in his trousers with cold eyes. Instinctively he held his hands in front of his balls. His friend was no help, since he was still cowardly crouching on the ground. The Amazon moved towards him, he stepped back, but there was only the brick wall behind him. The Amazon pressed her hard body against his, so there was now a brick wall in front of him, too. A brick wall of female muscles of stone that was harder than the wall behind him. She pressed harder against him. The pressure was so enormous he couldnīt lift his hands that still were in front of his ball. "Pleaseee," he stammered, but that caused the Amazonian muscles just to increase the pressure more and more and more, until he heard one of his rips breaking. He cried out in pain and yelled for his buddy for help, however his "buddy" was so afraid at what he saw the Amazon do he couldnīt move. She moved away a precious inch from her victim. He took in the air but that didnīt amount to much as the pain of the broken rip was overwhelming. Swiftly, the Amazon grabbed both his wrists, moved them away from his balls and eyed him coldly. "No, Lady, please donīt hurt my balls, please, no," he whined. "I am not going to hurt your balls. I think you donīt have any! If you had you wouldnīt let yourself been beaten up by a woman." Instead, she increased the pressure on his wrists more, and more, and more. "Now, show me what youīve got. little man. Come on. Canīt you break free of my hold? I am just a woman and you are a hardened street criminal. Come on." He tried to break fear with all his strength but to no avail. He started to whimper and curse whilst trying so, but the harder he tried, the more the muscles of the Amazon bulged. Unexpectedly she let go off him. He sighed happily but the next moment she beat him viciously on both of his ears. He thought his head would explode and was just able to manage to see the Amazon standing in front of him, smiling. Tears shot him into the eyes, but the Amazon knew no mercy, she punched him into the stomach and he flew backwards against the brick wall. The punch was followed by an even more brutal kick by her foot to his chest, which broke another rip and sent him flying against the wall again. "You see, my little boy, I could use you as a body bag the whole night long. And there isnīt a thing you could do about it. Will you promise to be a good boy from now on and never mug people again?" He tried to say something but simply couldnīt because the pain was too strong. He barely could see her towering over him. The Amazon realized that this prey was down and out and ended her "conversation" with him by hoisting up the beaten male and subsequently putting him in a sleeper hold with her strong arms around his neck almost killing him. She let him fall to the ground and looked at the remaining thug. She had never seen a more frightened man in her life although she had put mortal fear in many men before. The guy trembled and shivered, sobbed and cried like a baby. The Amazon shook her head incredously. "What a baby you are." She kicked him, but not hard to which he cried out in fear. "What do you say, baby, shall we have a little fun together?" "No, no," he whined. "Thatīs not your decision to make, I am afraid." "Sorry, Lady, I am so sorry. Please spare me, please donīt hurt me." "Afraid I canīt do that, little baby." When an Amazon is on a mission there is nothing on earth that could distract her; no begging, no pleading, and no whining. There is simply no mercy for an Amazon on a mission. As if she didnīt want to do it, the Amazon grasped the crying manīs neck and hoisted him up. She used just one arm although that was enough to press him against the wall standing. "Listen, dim-wit, this is your lucky day. Itīll be over for you soon." Using her free hand she also took him by the belt of his trousers. As a result he was in her grasp, levitating horizontally over the earth. "Stop crying, baby. Donīt make me angry!" However he couldnīt help it. The Amazon was undecided for a moment. Should she drop him and at the same moment bring up her knee, smashing his balls or chest, or should she just throw him against the wall, head forward. "Please, let me go, please." He didnīt stop crying. "Now youīve made me angry, you little shit. Didnīt I tell you to stop crying?" As a result of her anger she dropped him, smashed her knee into his stomach, grabbed him again, before he could fall to the ground, dropped him again and smashed his balls this time with her other knee. After that she threw him against the wall. After all her prey was down and out the Amazonian way she returned back to Jonathan who slowly regained consciousness. However, her first victim lying close to Jonathan was coming to as well. Therefore she put him to sleep again using a brutal karate kick to his temples. Jonathan was still dizzy and his vision blurred. The only thing he could see was shadows. Next thing he noticed a soft female voice, a voice so tempting and erotic he had never heard before in his life, whispering "Are you all right, Jonathan?" He sensed the presence of a woman nearby but couldnīt see her clearly. He was sure though he didnīt know her. "Who are you, what happened? Be careful, there are some thugs around her. Better call the police." "Donīt mention it. They wonīt bother you no more. Are you badly hurt? Can you walk Jonathan?" Jonathan blinked, trying to clear his view, but that had no effect, he still couldnīt see straight. "Walk? Where to? Please call an ambulance, my head is hurt and the world is spinning around, Iīm all shaky." "I see," the smooth voice said using a tone that aroused Jonathan, despite his condition. He noticed the woman kneeling down next to him. He still was just able to see a shadow. However he smelled her perfume, which had a scent that lulled him like a sirenīs call yet managed to get him all excited at the same time. A soft hand was caressing his cheek. "Jonathan," whispered that unforgettable voice, "I have come here for you. You were chosen among others to come to the Amazon Island. I am your Guardian and I shall bring you there. Great things await you. Come with me, sweetie." If he had been able to, he would have followed that voice to the end of the world but right now he could barely see or stand up. He thought that the blow to his head by the baseball bat must have damaged something, how else do you explain such illusions? Next thing he noticed the woman holding something right under his nose. It seemed to be a little bottle of perfume. The scent was even more beautiful than the scent of the woman next to him. All of a sudden he felt free, but also aroused, excited and strong. He couldnīt get enough of the scent. The effects of the scent on his body changed though, he soon felt sleepy, very sleepy, groaned and finally he was asleep. The Amazon looked at Jonathan. She should have met him in the bar and quietly drugged him and take him away with her car to the boat that awaited them down by the river. The encounter with the thugs was unexpected, but she really relished in it. Nothing like a good old bad men beating for an Amazon! It was a pity that there were just three of them. She gently put Jonathan over her shoulder, carried him to her car and put him in the back seat. Then she drove away with him. Jonathanīs life should never be the same again. Next time you will visit "Amazon Island" with Jonathan, where huge muscular woman warriors enslave, dominate and train men brought to them from all over the world for a secret purpose. See you back in Chapter Two!