Amazon Island-Part 2: How to train your man. by Sepp Sonntag / seppsonntag@yahoo.com A story about total female muscle domination This is the second part of the ongoing series "Amazon Island". If you havenīt read the previous part, here is a quick summary: When Jonathan is about to be mugged by three sinister thugs and nearly beaten unconscious a huge muscular Amazon comes to his rescue showing to the crooks with brutal force what it means to "beat on a weakling". After she has relished in teaching those thugs a painful, extensive Amazonian lesson she sends Jonathan to sleep with a potion and drives away with him. And now the continuation ... Chapter Two: The Awakening When Jonathan woke up the next morning he felt incredibly good and at ease. Eyes still closed he touched his head one of the thugs had beaten with a baseball bat, but to his surprise he could find no wound there at all. His head didnīt even hurt. Deciding he must have had one or two drinks too much last night he yawned and dozed off into dreamland a little bit longer. Boy, did I have a strange dream last night, about that woman who was so incredible powerful to take on three strong men with weapons, he thought. At the same time he realized his penis saying "Hello, Good Morning," as he thought about the woman in his dream. Although he had only been able to see her as a shadowy silhouette. Then he heard a seagullīs cry. A seagull? In the city? He also heard the sound of waves and felt a soft summer windīs breeze on his shoulder. Am I still dreaming? Itīs cold and grisly November time, now, and who has opened my window, then? He blinked, rubbed his eyes and was suddenly wide-awake. He hadnīt dreamed. There were seagulls out there. From his bed he could see the sea and it wasnīt November but summer. Wherever he was. He was not at home in his apartment that was for sure. Startled he looked around. He was sitting in a very comfortable bed with white, soft sheets. His only clothing was some sort of white underpants he had never seen before. The room reminded him of ancient Greeksī living quarters. He must still be dreaming, right. He slapped his face. Ouch! That hurt! So he was not dreaming this was real. It wasnīt a trick his mind played on him. He jumped out of the bed; he ran to one of the windows and leaned out. Wherever he was, he was surely not at home, where the first snow had begun to fall, no he was someplace in the south, maybe on an island in the Caribbean Sea. But how was that possible? He looked out of the other windows. All he could see was a perfect beach, a perfect summerīs day, a perfect blue sky and now three good reasons to go obscenely mad, because he couldnīt figure out any of it. He was sure now the three thugs had attacked him yesterday. Then there was this woman who had saved him, or was that just a dream ... no, that was also true, but why didnīt he have any bruises especially on his head? However the more pressing questions were: What the hell was he doing here? Who had brought him here and why? He ran to the door but it was locked. Damn! He hammered against it and yelled "Hey, let me out of here! Hey! Canīt you hear me! Let me out!" There was no response. Jonathan stepped back from the door, realizing just then the artwork carved into the wood. It showed large and very athletic women striking all kinds of poses. Some were even lifting men or throwing them high up in the air, while the men seemed to enjoy it. He tried to open the door again, but damn it wouldnīt budge. It seemed to be as strong as the women depicted on it. Jonathan looked around. Someone was about to play a sick game with him. For a moment he thought he was on candid camera, but no, even TV wasnīt that dimwitted these days. There must be something else behind all this and he was about to find out. There was a table, some stools and a cupboard in this room, so he opened the cupboard, but all he could find were some more clothes that appeared like old Roman or Greek tunics to him. Well, you sick bastards, if you donīt let me out of here the old-fashioned way, Iīll do it another way - my way! Minutes later, Jonathan had the tunics and the bed sheet bound together to a long rope and wrapped it around the large, massive bed. Whoever sleeps in this bed usually sure could use some Weight Watcher counseling, but I donīt even want to know. He threw his "rope" out of the window nearest the ground and looked about. Nobody was to be seen, the perfect time for an escape and for a call to the police. Just you wait until my lawyers get my hands on you! Carefully he climbed out of the window holding tight to the rope. The rope and the bed it was tied to, both made a very disconcerting sound, but Jonathan didnīt care, he just wanted to get away and started to climb down. He was just halfway down, still too far up to jump safely to the ground, when he felt someone pulling the rope from above. At first the pull was very gently as if someone just wanted to make Jonathan aware of his futile escape attempt. Ahhh, shit, shall I jump? But itīs pretty darn too high! Then Jonathan heard a loud and to his surprise female voice "You better hold on, Jonathan! Donīt let go of your rope. When you fall youīll just break all your bones." Jonathan knew the voice. It was the woman who had saved him last night from the thugs. Jonathan didnīt intend to fall, he tried to climb down as fast as he could. Breaking all my bones. Pah! Letīs just see about that! Iīll climb down faster you can say peep, you bitch! However, to his dismay, his plan didnīt work out, since he suddenly felt the rope being pulled up with enormous force, faster than he could say, you know, peep. So, Lady you brought some of your friends with you? But just wait until you will have pulled me back up! Iīll give you a beating, you will never forget! There was one last pull and Jonathan was flying back into the room he had just tried to escape from and hit the ground. He wouldnīt go down without a fight - not this time at least, no Sir. Heīd show all the guys that had pulled him up who is boss! Yes Sir! However there were no "guys" in this room. There was only the woman he already knew the voice of here. Looking at her in awe he understood that she was perfectly capable of pulling him up that fast all on her own. He saw long, muscular black-nylon clad legs, feet in high heel shoes that supported an unbelievable strong upper body. Her eyes belonged to a beautiful face looking down on Jonathan in amusement. "Hello, dear Jonathan. Great to finally meet you in person. Let me help you up." She gently but also firmly grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up from the floor and held him some inches above the floor for some seconds. Jonathan had never felt so much strength in a single person before. Finally she let him down, turning him around to face him. All that "I show you scumbags whoīs boss" staff had gone from poor Jonathan in a second. He just stood there staring at the Amazon who was at least five inches taller than he was. Just her broad shoulders alone gave Jonathan the creeps, let alone her biceps muscles that were perfectly well visible, since she just wore a tight-fit shirt above a mini-skirt. As Jonathan was recovering from the shock she moved towards him and put him in a mighty bear hug lifting him up from the ground. Jonathanīs arms were pressed against his side with ferocious force, his rips almost broke and he had trouble breathing. He struggled with all his might to get free, but all his time in the gym was utterly useless. He wrenched like a mad bull terrier but to no avail. The Amazon looked into his eyes, smiling using her mighty bear hug effortlessly and without sweat. Finally Jonathan gave in. He was so exhausted he rested his head upon the big Amazonīs shoulder, breathing hard. She loosened her grip a little bit. "Poor you. Are you ready now? Can we have a talk without you making any trouble?" "Yes." What else could he say? "Iīll have much to show you, Jonathan. This will be your first lesson." She let him down, walked over to the door and opened it. "See, Jonathan, the door is open. You can go anytime you want." "Where is the catch?" "The catch? Well, you have to go through me first. If you manage that you are free to go." Shit, like going through a brick wall. She had perfectly demonstrated how strong she was. But, maybe, Jonathan thought, I can out-manoeuver her, may be she is slow. What the heck, Iīll give it a try! Iīll have to distract her first. "Where am I? Why did you bring me here? Did you save me last night?" "So many questions. The first and the second I cannot answer right now. But, yes I saved you last night." "How do you know my name?" "We took a close look at you for quite a time, Jonathan, until we were sure you were a promising candidate." Jonathan slowly circled around the Amazon. "We? Are there more of your kind?" "Of my kind?" She laughed. "What a funny expression. Yes there are and most of them are here right now." "What do you want me then for?" "I canīt answer that right ..." "Yeah, I understand you canīt answer that right now. Whatīs your name? Can you tell me that?" "For you my name is Dinah. I am your Guardian and your teacher." Yeah, when did you lose your straight jacket, baby? Jonathan made a run for it. So he thought. He hadnīt even made the first step, when she was onto him. However this time, he was prepared. He ducked, jumped aside, grabbed a stool and lifted high up in the air to bring it down on the Amazon Dinah. For a moment he hesitated, he didnīt want to hit a woman let alone with a stool. But that was her own fault. He just wanted to get away from this mad place. The Amazon straightened up. She didnīt move away. She just stood there waiting for Jonathan to hit her. In the end he couldnīt hit her. As a result they both just stood there, facing each other, Jonathan still swinging the stool. "Whatīs up Jonathan. Come on show it to me." "Shut up, just move aside and nobody gets hurt." "You are such a sissy. I am waiting." "Donīt you tempt me." "Sissy, sissy. Jonathan is a sissy." She taunted and mocked him like a little child. Still Jonathan couldnīt hit her. So, he just threw the chair in her direction to distract her and ran for the door. However, the Amazon Dinah just caught the heavy wooden stool as if it were a feather with one hand and kicked Jonathan hard into the stomach with her nylon-clad leg putting a stop to his escape before it even started. Jonathan went down hard gasping for breath. Dinah went to him holding the stool in her hand. Involuntarily tears ran down Jonathanīs cheeks because of the beating he had received. "Uh-huh, sorry, dear Jonathan. I really didnīt want to hit you that hard, but I was distracted for a moment." She waited until he recovered. "Tell me Jonathan, what did you want to do with this stool? You didnīt want to hit me with it, didnīt you? Jonathan answer me, I am talking to you." "The thought had crossed my mind." "Thatīs not very gentleman-like, Jonathan. Do you know what happens if you hit somebody like that? Do you want to know?" He shook his head. "Do you want to know?" she asked threatening. "Please, I didnīt hit you with it. It just came out of my hand. Oh, no, please donīt. Donīt ..." She raised the heavy stool high up in the air. Jonathan tried to crawl away, but wasnīt fast enough. Dinah brought the stool down- but not on Jonathan. She hit herself with the chair on the head like a hammer. Jonathan couldnīt believe his eyes. The stool broke into a thousand pieces. Nevertheless the Amazon was totally unharmed. "You, see, dear Jonathan, that happens. At least when you hit an Amazon like me with total muscle control. Let me show you something else." She went out of the room returning in an instant carrying a large wooden box. She set it on the ground. "Try to lift it up. Come on, it wonīt bite you." "Whatīs this now? The box carrying torture?" "Jonathan ... ." She said threatening but also with a tone of amusement in her voice. "Okay, I lift it up." Better said than done, Jonathan, because he simply couldnīt move the box an inch. It was just too heavy. He tried to shove it; he kicked it in anger until Dinah started to laugh. "Stop it now, Jonathan," she giggled. "Now you are torturing me. Step aside." She opened the box. "Perhaps this is a little bit easier for you, as a man. See these four large and these small brick stones in there? Just take them out. Take two small bricks and put a long, heavy one atop of them and so on, until you have built a little wall. Do it, now!" "Okay, okay. Just donīt yell at me. Now comes the "Bob the Builder" torture, is that it? If that makes you happy." Jonathan had to struggle to build that little wall of bricks, since the large ones were very heavy. Nevertheless he managed, plotting and scheming all the time on a plan to escape. So she was stronger than he was, she was faster, one couldnīt outpunch her, one couldnīt outrun her, but there was something else he hadnīt tried so far. From his mother who used to teach karate to young children he had learned a trick or two how to defeat an apparently superior opponent. He would cease the right moment and then, zack, hit her on one of the sensible nerves taking her out in an instant. That would include hitting a woman again, but this time he wasnīt using a heavy stool just his hands so he thought it was justified. Just you wait Missy, calling me sissy! Nothing better than a good old karate chop to finish you off! "Uh, you are ready, Jonathan? What a fine work you did there." "If you like it. Let me ask you does that turn you on, I mean sexually?" She just laughed at that. Then she yelled out and with a swift, deadly motion of her hand hit the brick wall Jonathan had built and broke every stone from top to bottom. "You should see the look on your face now, Jonathan. That really turns me on." So much for using a martial arts technique on her. Damn! "Let me show you something else, dear Jonathan, something that gives me a rush." Before he knew it, Jonathan was lying on the ground with her heavy body on top of his. "Iīll put you in some holds now, dear Jonathan. Please feel free to brake them." Oh, Jonathon tried to brake them. Oh yes he tried. However it was like fighting against a natural force you canīt stop at all. She put him into reverse head scissors, squeezing until he begged for mercy and although Jonathan used to like the feel of nylon stockings this time it was different as an Amazon who wrapped him up so tightly wore them. She sat on his face, taunting him, asking him if he could still breathe, she used schoolboy pins, looking down on him smiling. She laughed at his feeble attempts to get free. Then she used body scissors tempting him to break the hold while she was casually looking at him. After that came standing head scissors. At this point Jonathan had given up. Although she didnīt hurt him badly at all, he sensed she was holding back. Perhaps she is just using thirty percent of her powers. What happens if she really wants to hurt me? I would be dead in a second! As he was down on his knees his head still between her mighty thighs, something strange happened, something Jonathan never had expected to happen. At first he tried to pull her thighs away with his hands but that had no effect. His head was stuck between these thighs, these wonderful thighs, Jonathan thought amazed. Slowly he started to caress the muscles he could feel so vibrantly under the black nylon stockings. The feeling was hard and soft at the same time; he liked how his hands glided over the surface of arousing black nylon, discovering hills and valleys of hard female muscles right down below it. Especially her calves he saw right in front of him turned him on. Feeling and touching these strong, bulging calf muscles was better than anything he had ever felt before. Adding to that sensation was the feeling of total and complete helplessness. He was totally overpowered by this woman and realized he couldnīt get enough of it. He got a major erection while he trembled with feelings never experienced before in his whole life. Oh, could he just stay there where he was forever. His underpants, which were just sheets, wrapped around him, fell to the floor. He heard the Amazon laugh. Please you can do anything you want to me, anything, I am at your hands, he thought but dared not speak out loud - yet. She loosened her head scissors, just enough to turn him around, and put him in head scissors again. This time he was staring at the ceiling but more prominently at her massive glutes. "Massage my glutes, Jonathan," a soft voice told him. He obeyed. She took off her mini skirt so he could see them in all their glory. His hands dug deep into the wonderful, muscular flesh. He felt her strong hand grabbing his penis. He trembled. "Donīt be afraid, Jonathan. Iīll be very gentle with you. At least you have one muscle stronger than mine." He would have liked this joke if he hadnīt been on another planet right now: Planet Total Muscle Lust. Dinah started to carefully stroke his penis while Jonathan was wildly grabbing her glutes relishing in the feel of it, also touching her beautiful legs. Oh, Lord, oh Lord, please donīt let this moment end. Dinah caressed his penis and Jonathan knew by gut instinct then he would do anything for this woman, anything she wanted, anything she desired if she only did never leave him. "You like that, Jonathan?" The seductive voice, her thighs, her dominance, her grip on his penis, her muscles, her power, her ... her ... her ... everything about this women made Jonathan come. Although he was by no way inside this magnificent woman he had the best orgasm he had ever had. Nothing could compare to this. Oh Lord, thank you. She put him down gently, sat next to him and pulled him close cuddling Jonathan like a baby. She wiped away the semen on Jonathanīs genitals with his underpants. Jonathan was out of breath. He couldnīt believe what had happened. Yet the longing for this woman was about to grow again. "Jonathan?" "Yes, Dinah." "Did you like that?" "Yes, Dinah." "Will you follow my orders and do what I tell you?" "Yes, Dinah, Iīll do anything for you. Anything." "Thatīs good to hear, luv. I have to leave you now, my dear." "Please, donīt go, please, stay with me, please ... " Dinah sighed. "Jonathan thatīs against the regulations." "I donīt care, please stay." "You are exhausted anyway, luv, you canīt do anything any longer." "That doesnīt matter. Please just stay." She sighed again. Then she stood up carrying Jonathan to the open door. They entered a hallway. "You see, Jonathan, there are some more rooms. Look there is a bathroom." She went inside with him. "Look, there is a kitchen with something to eat." She went inside with him. Then she carried him to the last door. "This is the exit door, Jonathan. It is open." She put him down. "If you leave these quarters, you can never ever come back again. You will never ever meet the other sisters on this island. We will bring you back to the main land. Tomorrow you will wake up in your bed as if nothing has happened. If you stay there will be danger and you will need all your courage but in reward you will experience emotions and see things ordinary men canīt even imagine. If you stay, I will come back later this night to visit you and spend the night with you. The choice is yours." To emphasize her words she kissed him, passionately, a kiss so hot it almost burned his soul. He couldnīt help but touch her body where he could, finally she had to gently but firmly put down his hands. Then she left and Jonathan stood in the doorway alone and naked. End of Part 2 Will Jonathan run away or will he stay? What would you do? Does Jonathan get to know the pleasure and the pain of Amazon Island? Does he find out the secret of Amazon Island? What will happen to Jonathan if he stays? You will find all the answers in the next chapter of Amazon Island. See you then!