The Sisterhood of Steel: Dominique's Story 
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com 
Mark resented his new stepmother until he discovered just how special she was.

This is the third in a series of stories that I'm writing on commission about
a special group of women called The Sisterhood of Steel. Let me know your
thoughts. Send you comments to sonofjackwell@gmail.com

If YOU have any ideas that you would like to see developed into full-blown
stories, email me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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Mark Anderson was not very happy. Lately his life had been turned
upside-down, and he wasn't sure what, if anything, he could do to fix it. It
all started with the tragic death of his mother and his Aunt Jane. The two
women were struck by a drunk driver while on their way to the grocery store.
Luckily for the drunk driver, he was killed as well because if he hadn't been,
Mark was sure that his father and his Uncle Jack would have hunted him down
and beaten him to death.

To really understand this story, though, you need to know a little more about
Mark's background. To understand that, you have to start with his father
James "Big Jim" Anderson, and his uncle, Jonathon "Big Jack" Anderson. They
were born one year apart nearly fifty years ago, and they have always been
extremely close even for brothers.

As their nicknames implied, Big Jim and Big Jack were tall, strong and
handsome boys. They were great athletes all through school, and their
friendly rivalry only pushed both of them even harder to succeed. In high
school Big Jim was a star of the football, wrestling and baseball teams while
Big Jack chose football, basketball and track where he ran the high hurdles
and pole vaulted. 

And speaking of poles, there was another reason why the Anderson brothers were
given the nickname "Big". To put it bluntly, they both had huge cocks! Their
cocks were gigantic both in girth and in length. Exact measurements were
difficult to come by since any attempt to measure them required the type of
handling that only seemed to make them grow even bigger. Suffice it to say,
that some of the girls and women who saw them over the years were frightened
off by their intimidating mass. The ones that weren't were extremely glad
that they carried on in the face of such overwhelming odds. 

Due to their outstanding athletic prowess, both Anderson brothers were offered
full scholarships to several fine universities. They had other plans
however. Jim, the older brother got a job and worked for a year until Jack
graduated high school. Then they both joined the U.S. Marines. When they
joined they were both 6'4" and weighed 205 pounds with only 5% body fat. In
all the years since then, they've only gained three or four pounds and perhaps
a percentage or two more of body fat.

While there is an unwritten policy in the military that brothers shouldn't
serve together in the same outfit, somehow the Anderson brothers always seemed
to sidestep this. In the military they found their true passion when they
discovered the various forms of martial arts. As with all athletic endeavors,
they were naturals at it, and they pushed and encouraged each other to excel.

Six years after joining up they were considered the two finest martial arts
instructors in all of the U.S. military. They were masters of several forms
of hand-to-hand combat including boxing, grappling, Karate, Brazilian
Jui-Jitsu, Jeet Kune Do, Taekwondo and of course they both achieved black belt
status in the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program.

They spent the last twelve years of their twenty year military service running
an elite training school for members of various branches of the U.S. military
and the CIA teaching hand-to-hand fighting. Essentially, they became the
trainers to the trainers within the U.S. government.

While they were still in their twenties and stationed in California, they
managed to catch the eye of two young and attractive sisters who were also up
and coming Hollywood starlets. Jane and Betty Grant were beginning to be
noticed by the right people for their petite, girl-next-door beauty. Both
sisters were healthy and fit with drop-dead gorgeous faces and hot, sexy
bodies.

Once the Grant sisters met the Anderson brothers - and it should be said, got
a glimpse of their jumbo sized man-meat - it was all over. Within four months
Jim married the blonde sister Betty, and Jack married the redheaded Jane. The
Grant sisters gladly gave up their budding acting careers to become
traditional stay-at-home wives for their macho, old fashioned husbands.

A few years later, Jim and Betty had a son they named Mark, and less than six
months later Jack and Jane had non-identical twin sons they named Daniel and
Peter. Even though Mark was technically an only child, he was not lonely
growing up because he always had his two cousins nearby to play with. In
fact, sleepovers became so common among the cousins, that both households
maintained a bedroom with three beds to accommodate the boys depending on
whichever house they happened to be in whenever bedtime rolled around.

Like their fathers before them, the younger Anderson boys were strong, tall
and handsome. They were star athletes like their fathers as well. However,
as hard as they tried, they could never quite measure up to their fathers.
Even when they grew into manhood, their fathers were still a little stronger,
a little faster and a little better. For this reason, Mark, Danny and Pete
idolized their fathers/uncles. As far as they were concerned, Big Jim and Big
Jack were the epitome of manhood.

The three young men also inherited their fathers' oversized penises.
Unfortunately, as with everything else, they didn't quite measure up to their
fathers. 

After serving twenty years, Jim and Jack Anderson left the service together
with the rank of Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps. At thirty-eight and
thirty-nine years old, they were considered slightly old to enter the world of
professional wrestling. However, they did it anyway. In this world of
pretend tough guys, Big Jim and Big Jack Anderson quickly earned reputations
as the real deal.

They only stayed in this in the imaginary world of "sports entertainment" for
five years - just long enough to rise to the top and become among the top wage
earners. When they left they were the undefeated tag team champions of one of
the major professional wrestling promotions.

The only reason they stayed in professional wrestling as long as they did was
so that they could earn enough money to build their own state of the art gym
and martial arts dojo in Los Angles. Just as they planned, their gym/dojo
soon became the most elite in the city. They catered to a rich clientele of
movie action heroes, professional athletes and martial arts masters.

In the macho environment of "Anderson's Gym and Dojo" Jim and Jack Anderson
were the undisputed toughest of the tough. They proved time and again that
they could spar with professional heavyweight boxers as well as with ultimate
fighters and professional kick boxers. They could lift weights with
international strongman competitors, and they were in as good a shape as the
Hollywood actions stars and professional athletes that worked out in their
gym. They even served as private tutors to several martial arts masters.

Mark, Danny and Pete also worked at the gym, and they were all impressive
physical specimens in their own ways. However, almost every day at the gym
they witnessed their father and/or their uncle perform some amazing feet of
strength, dexterity or pure athleticism that left them in even greater awe.
Their admiration for Big Jim and Big Jack continued to grow.

After building their gym, the elder Andersons used what was left of their
wrestling money to put a down payment on a large three story home for their
families to move into together. The top story contained two large master
bedrooms complete with adjoining bathrooms for Big Jim and Big Jack and their
wives. The second story was made up of three bedrooms a full bathroom and a
half bathroom for Mark and his cousins.

The ground floor of their home was made up of common areas that included a
large living room, a kitchen, a dining room a half bathroom and a den/study.
In the basement there was a common game room, another half bathroom and a
large private gym including showers. The gym was off-limits to anyone other
than Big Jim and Big Jack.

Within a year of making the down payment, the profits from their family gym
were so substantial that the house was completely paid off. The entire
Anderson clan was happy. Big Jim and Big Jack were the undisputed co-masters
of the household. Betty and Jane cheerfully kept house and cooked and cleaned
for their husbands and sons.

Meanwhile, the sons who were now young adults in their mid-twenties remained
single. They took full advantage of the fact that they were successful,
handsome, athletic young men with oversized cocks living in Los Angeles. In
other words they screwed around with a variety of gorgeous California girls.


Just when things could not be going any better, Jane and Betty were hit and
killed by that drunk driver. Of course, all five of the Anderson men were
devastated by the loss. Mark, Danny and Pete went into deep mourning and
sobbed bitterly at their mothers' funeral. None of them were able to return
to work at the family gym for several days.

Big Jim and Big Jack however, received the news with manly stoicism. Neither
of them shed a single tear in front of their sons although both cried in
private. Instead they threw themselves even harder into their work and
returned to the gym the day after the accident. Furthermore, they only took
half a day off the day of their wives' funeral.

Rather than being upset with their fathers for their seeming cold attitude
towards the deaths of Jane and Betty, the younger Andersons were ashamed of
themselves for not handling the situation more like their fathers. They each
privately chastised themselves for not "taking it like a man".

Less than three months after the death of Jane and Betty the Anderson men were
still adjusting to their new reality. Then one day Big Jim came home and
announced he was getting married to a woman he'd just met. Not surprisingly
the other four Anderson men were concerned.

"How long have you known this woman?" Big Jack asked his brother.

"I met her yesterday," Big Jim replied.

"When are the two of you getting married?" Big Jack asked.

"Next Friday," Big Jim answered smiling from ear to ear.

"What's her name?" asked Mark

"Dominique," his father replied proudly.

For the next two hours his brother, son and nephews tried to talk Big Jim out
of jumping into another marriage so quickly. They tried to explain to him
that he was marrying this new woman on the rebound. They tried to tell him
that this was some kind of reaction to the death of his beloved wife.

Finally, Big Jim told his son, "Listen, I loved your mother. God knows I
did. She was a fine wife to me and a great mother to you. BUT after meeting
Dominique yesterday, I can tell you for certain that I've never loved any
woman - not even your mother - as much as I love her."

Mark could hardly believe his ears. How could his father say something like
that?

Big Jim could see the hurt in his son's eyes. "Listen, Son, I know it's hard
to understand. I can hardly understand it myself. All I can tell you is that
after meeting Dominique I know I HAVE to marry her. I can't live without
her."

"Who says?" Mark asked.

"She does!" replied Big Jim. "She told me we were getting married, and by
God, that's the way it's going to be!"

This made no sense to Mark at all. His father had never let anyone tell him
what to do with his life - especially not a woman. When he and Jack decided
to leave the Marines and become professional wrestlers, they did so without
consulting their wives first. It was the same when they left wrestling to
open their gym. They told their wives after the fact and that was that. Now,
suddenly he was letting a woman tell him what to do? For the first time in
his life, Mark was disappointed in his father. He stormed off in anger.  
  

Jack kept talking to his brother. He asked to at least be introduced to his
brother's "fianc'" before the wedding. Jim reluctantly agreed finally.
However, when he called Dominique to tell her, Jack was shocked at what he
overheard. Rather than telling her that he was bringing his brother over to
meet her, it was more like Jim was asking her permission. Jack knew better
than anyone that Jim never asked a woman's permission to do anything.

Before leaving that night to meet Dominique, Jack told his sons, "Tell Mark
not to worry. I'm going to get to the bottom of all this, and I won't let Jim
do anything crazy." Danny and Pete relayed this message to Mark. Hearing
this made Mark feel much better because he knew that if anyone could talk his
father out of doing something foolish it was his Uncle Jack.    

Much to the surprise of his sons and nephew, when Jack returned from meeting
Dominique, he not only approved of Jim's plan to marry her, but he was
downright enthusiastic about it. He even threw himself in to helping to
arrange the wedding which was a very uncharacteristic thing for him to do.
Activities such a wedding planning would have been considered "woman's work"
by Jack in the past.

When his sons and nephews asked Jack why he'd had such a sudden and drastic
change of heart, all he would say is "Because Dominique told me I should."

This answer only served to puzzle Mark and his cousins even more. What power
did this woman have over Big Jim and Big Jack? He got his first clue the day
after his father married her.

Neither Mark nor his cousins attended Big Jim's wedding out of protest. Big
Jim and his new wife spent their first night as a married couple in a four
star hotel suite. Danny, Pete and Mark noticed that Big Jack didn't come home
the night of his brother's wedding either. "He must have gotten lucky with
one of the bride's maids," Danny quipped.

When Big Jim got home with his new wife the next day, Mark was in the living
room in the front of the house. When the front door burst open, he was
shocked to see a large - a very large - black woman carrying his father, Big
Jim, into the house!

"We're home. Now it's official," she announced. Then she turned around and
went back outside where, for some reason, Big Jack was standing and waiting
for her. "Don't think I forgot about you," she said as she scooped him up in
her arms and carried him inside as well.

The sight of a woman carrying two big men into the house was so shocking that
Mark didn't even stop to consider why she carried his uncle in as well as his
father. Mark jumped to his feet.

"You must be Mark," she said. Flashing him a warm smile, she walked over to
him, extended her hand and said, "I'm Dominique."

"Uh...I'm Mark," he said and he took her hand and shook it. She had an
uncommonly powerful grip for a woman. He wasn't exactly surprised by this
however, since Dominique looked very powerful.

Mark was not sure what he expected Dominique to look like, but it sure wasn't
this. For one thing, at 6'5" she was an inch taller than his father and his
uncle. The five inch heels she was wearing made her appear even taller. At
6'2", Mark felt small in her presence.  

His mother had been a petite beauty, and Mark assumed that was his father's
taste when it came to women. Dominique was anything but petite. In addition
to her height, she was big in other ways as well. Her shoulders were broader
that Big Jim's. It was hard to tell exactly what her body was like because
she was dressed in a conservative woman's suit. However, the skirt she wore
had a slight slit in it which revealed a glimpse of toned, muscular legs under
her stockings.

In spite of the jacket she wore, Mark sensed that Dominique had a muscular
body, but he couldn't tell for sure. She was obviously quite strong for a
woman however since she was able to carry his father and his uncle with little
effort. Another thing that was obvious was that she had enormous breasts.

What Dominique did have in common with his mother was an extremely pretty
face. In fact, Dominique's face was downright gorgeous with memorizing brown
eyes, high cheekbones, a beautiful smile and full pouty lips.

The fact that Dominique was black was quite unexpected. In fact it presented
a bit of a problem for Mark. He had planned on giving his father's new wife
the cold shoulder to show his disapproval. However, he didn't want to give
Dominique the impression that he was racist because he was not. He decided
that it was best to be polite but aloof.

As they shook hands, Dominique turned to Jim and said, "You didn't tell me
that your son was so handsome!" This caused Mark to blush. Even though he
resented her, Mark had to admit that he could see what his father saw in
Dominique.

Dominique then said, "Jim! Jack! You two make yourselves useful and carry my
bags upstairs to my new bedroom." Mark smiled. He knew that neither his
father nor his uncle would let themselves be bossed around like this. He was
looking forward to hearing his father lay down the law to his new wife. To
his amazement however, the two men meekly did as they were told.

That night Mark had trouble sleeping. First, he was still very upset about
his father getting re-married so soon after the death of his mother. Second,
he kept hearing loud noises coming from the third floor.

AS he lay in bed, there was a knock at his door. "Come in," he said. His
cousins Danny and Pete came into his room. "What's up?" he asked them.

"What's up?" said Danny, "Surely you hear that loud ruckus coming from up
stairs."

"It sounds like they're about to come through the ceiling," Pete added.

"Thanks a lot," said Mark, "It's difficult enough knowing that my father is up
there with HER as it is."

"Boy, she sure is a big one, isn't she?" said Danny.

"I'll say," said Pete almost enthusiastically.

"Okay, guys, that's enough. How would you feel if it was your father?" Mark
asked.

"That's just it," replied Danny, "It's almost like it is our father too."

"What do you mean?" asked Mark.

"Well ... haven't you noticed that after Uncle Jim first introduced our dad to
Dominique that whenever he went to see her, Dad went with him. And then today
when they got home, first she carried Uncle Jim over the threshold -" 

"Yeah! That was weird," Pete interrupted.

Danny continued, "But then she turned right around and carried Dad over the
threshold as well."

"What are you saying?" Mark asked.

"I don't know," Danny struggled to find the words, "It's almost like Dominique
is ... like she's ...."

"Sharing them," Pete completed his brother's thought.

"No way!" said Mark.

"But didn't you notice that right after supper all three of them went up to
the third floor together and none of them have been seen since?" asked Danny.

"Are you two crazy? We're talking about Big Jim and Big Jack Anderson here!
Neither one of them would ever agree to something like that!" Mark insisted.

"But ... what if she's making them do it?" asked Pete.

"Making them? Guys, there's NO WAY my dad and Uncle Jack would ever let a
woman push them around. They're just being nice to her for now. Just give it
a few more days. Soon Dad will rediscover his balls and start ruling the
roost around here again."

Only, that's not what happened. The next morning Mark found his father in the
kitchen making breakfast for Dominique, and his Uncle Jack was helping him.
Not only that, but it was very obvious that his father still had a massive
erection left over from the night before. Even more disturbing, his Uncle
Jack did too! With dicks as large as theirs, it was hard not to notice.

Could Danny and Pete's crazy idea be true? Were his uncle and his father
sharing one woman?

The evidence began to mount that this was indeed the case. The main support
for this argument was that the three of them became practically inseparable.
Jack and Jim had always been close, but this was ridiculous. Also there was
the remodeling that was done shortly after Dominique moved in.

Workers were coming in during the day and making alterations to the third
floor. Whenever Mark, Danny or Pete asked Big Jim or Big Jack about it, they
were brusquely told to mind their own business.

When the workers finished with their project and while Dominique, Big Jim and
Big Jack were away, Mark and Danny went upstairs to see what changes had been
made. What they found was that one of the two bedrooms had been eliminated.
First, the bathroom connected to it had been expanded to include a huge hot
tub large enough to accommodate three large people. Likewise the walk-in
shower had been greatly expanded and now included three showerheads. The rest
of the former bedroom was converted into a huge walk-in closet.

"That means there's only one bedroom on this floor," Danny observed.

"Occupied by three?" Mark queried. In spite of the mounting evidence, he
didn't want to believe it was so.

When they went to check the one bedroom that was left, they discovered that it
was dominated by an enormous bed. "That bed is easily big enough for the
three of them," Danny stated.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Mark retorted.

Mark and Danny decide not to confront their fathers with what they
discovered. They didn't really know how to bring up the subject, and they
honestly didn't want to know the details of their fathers' relationship with
Dominique. However, they couldn't help but notice that Big Jim and Big Jack
were also acting strange in other ways.

For one thing, they were both spending a lot less time at the gym. More and
more they elected to stay home all day with Dominique. Also the sons noticed
that their fathers were doing things they'd never seen them do before such as
cleaning house and cooking. One time when Pete came home unexpected from the
gym, he even saw his father wearing a frilly apron and dusting furniture while
Dominique was sitting on the couch and watching television. Even more
astounding was the fact that Uncle Jim was sitting on the floor at Dominique's
feet and painting her toenails for her!

Finally, Nark, Danny and Pete got together to talk about it. "What are we
going to do?" asked Mark, "Our fathers just aren't acting like our fathers
anymore."

"I know what you mean," agreed Danny, "It's like Dominique has them under a
spell of something."

"Exactly!" Pete chimed in, "It's like all she has to do is snap her fingers
and they do her bidding."

"You're right! That's exactly what it's like," Mark said.

Big Jim and Big Jack were even starting to talk about early retirement which
was something they would have never considered before. This greatly concerned
Mark and his cousins because this could have a major impact on the amount of
revenue the family business brought in. Their gym/dojo made a huge profit off
the private martial arts tutoring provided by Big Jim and Big Jack. If they
stopped working altogether, that money was gone.

"If only we knew what power she had over them," Danny said. What the sons
failed to understand was just what an amazing woman Dominique really was.
This was partly because whenever they saw her she was dressed conservatively
from head to toe. She couldn't hide the fact that she had huge breasts, but
except for tiny glimpses of her muscular stocking covered legs she managed to
conceal the unbelievable wonders her body had to offer.

Finally the sons decided to confront their fathers once and for all. "Do
either of you know where they are right now?" asked Mark.

"I saw the three of them going to the basement a little while ago," replied
Danny.

"Well, then let's just go and talk this thing over with them," said Mark.

"Yeah! It's about time we got some answers!" said Pete.

"I agree; I've had just about enough," agreed Danny.

Despite their bold words, the young men walked lightly down the stairs that
led to the basement. They were ready to find out what was going on between
their fathers and Dominique, but they knew that they'd better be careful about
how they asked. None of them had the least doubt that their fathers could and
would kick their asses if they felt they were being disrespected.

When they got down to the basement game room, they were surprised to find it
empty. "I thought you said they were down here," Mark said to Danny.

"I swear I saw the three of them go down the stairs not more than a half hour
ago," Danny responded.

Just then they heard a noise coming from their fathers' private gym. "You
don't suppose . . . ?" said Pete.

"No way!" said Mark in utter shock. The rule ever since they moved into this
house was that NO ONE but Big Jim and Big Jack were allowed into the basement
gym. Not even their mothers were allowed to step one toe inside. If
Dominique was indeed in the gym with their fathers, Mark, Danny and Pete knew
that their fathers were no longer the men they thought they knew.

Quietly and crept over to the door. Mark tested the knob and found that the
door was not locked. Carefully, quietly he pushed the door open. The three
sons tiptoed into the room scared that at any second they might get caught.

When they saw their fathers' private gym for the first time they were beyond
impressed. It was even more spectacular than they imagined. It was full of
state-of-the-art workout equipment as well as free weights of all sizes.
There was also a full-sized boxing ring, chin-up bars, treadmills and just
about every other piece of workout equipment one could imagine. However what
impressed them almost beyond their mind's ability to process was the vision of
Dominique in all her naked glory!

Luckily there were a couple of large crates by the door to duck down behind.
They didn't know it, but the large boxes that hid them contained additional
equipment that Dominique had ordered that had not been unpacked yet.

To say that Dominique was naked was not entirely accurate. She was still
wearing her fishnet stockings which were being held up with garters as well as
her five inch heels. Her hair which was usually kept in a tight bun was a
wild, loosely curled mass that hung down to her shoulders.

The actual sight of Dominique's nearly naked body was much more breathtaking
than any of the younger Anderson men had dared to imagine, and each one had
privately imagined quite a bit. Dominique was a big-boned woman, but she was
not fat. In fact, there did not appear to be one once of fat on her entire
body. Instead, there were huge, bulging muscles.

Her biceps, even while at rest were substantially larger than Big Jim's or Big
Jack's. The same was true of her bulging forearms, thighs and calves. Her
abs looked like they were ripped enough to grate cheese. Her hard, round ass
looked so tight and powerful that Mark could easily imagine her cracking
walnuts with just her ass cheeks. (And he was right, she could!) Her massive
breast stood out like two beautiful, juicy melons. They were firm and yet
soft looking. They only sagged enough to make it clear that they were one
hundred percent real, and they jiggled slightly when she moved.    

Her relatively slender waist, the curve of the small of her back, her
flawless, smooth, dark chocolate skin and the power that she positively
radiated - all these factors combined with her beautiful face, her big,
rippling muscles, her perfect peach ass and her colossal tits to make Mark,
Danny and Pete instantly hard. As they crouched behind those boxes and gazed
upon Dominique's supreme beauty, they couldn't help themselves. They HAD to
reach down and start massaging their big cocks.

If was only then that they noticed that Big Jim and Big Jack were on their
knees before the ebony goddess Dominique. They were completely naked and
their huge cocks were fully erect. Their twin cocks looked like the tops of
two large baseball bats sticking straight from their bodies at a slight angle.

Big Jim begged, "C-can we s-start stroking our c-c-cocks yet, Mistress
Dominique?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress Dominique, can we p-p-please?" Big Jack pleaded.

"Not quite yet, my love slaves," Dominique smiled down at them. "I agreed to
let you watch me work out, but you two wimps promised to behave yourselves."

"W-w-we're proud to have you w-w-work out in our p-private gym, Mistress
Dominique," Big Jim said.

"Whose gym is this?" Dominique asked with slight trace of menace in her voice.

"I-I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry, Mistress Dominique," Big Jim stuttered, "I-I-I-I
m-m-m-meant to s-s-say 'your gym'."

"Perhaps I better remind you two; who owns this house, your dojo and
everything else you used to own?" asked Dominique.

"Y-you d-do, Mistress Dominique," Big Jim replied.

"And why is that?" asked Dominique.

"B""b-because you own us," replied Big Jack.

"And why do I own the two of you?" asked Dominique. She was standing with her
hands on her hips with a look of supreme confidence on her proud face. She
had these two macho men perfectly trained and she knew it.

"B-because you're so much stronger and more powerful than we are," Big Jack
said while Big Jim nodded in agreement.

Dominique flexed her mighty arms and her massive biceps rose to twenty
inches. She was not really flexing all out however which left Mark wondering
how big her bicep would get if she really pushed it. "That's right wimps!
Even though the two of you are among the strongest men on the planet, I'm
still much stronger than you. You two have devoted your whole lives to
strength a fitness and yet compared to me you're like little babies. Isn't
that right?"

"Yes, Mistress Dominique," Big Jim said.

"Yes, Mistress Dominique," Big Jack agreed.

"Would you boys like for me to put on a little demonstration?" she asked.

"Yes, please," Big Jack said with Big Jim saying it right behind him.

Dominique walked slowly and seductively over to a large gray speckled block
that was sitting on a wooden table in the gym. The block measured 18" by 18"
by 18". "Do you know what this is, Jim?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Dominique, it's a solid block of granite," he replied.

"That's right," said Dominique. "Do you think that there is anyone alive with
the power and skill to break this solid block of granite in two with a single
powerful chop?" she asked.

"Until I met you, I would have said that such a thing was impossible," Big Jim
replied.

"You're sweet," said Dominique just before she turned and stuck the block of
granite on the top with one chop. The block spit neatly all the way through
into two almost perfectly even halves. Dominique picked up one of the halves
and threw it up in the air. On its ways back down, she threw a mighty punch
with her fist which exploded the granite brick into a cloud of dust.

Seeing this was too much for Mark. His dick was so big and hard that he had
to take it out of his pants and start stroking it. It was only then that he
noticed that Danny and Pete were already doing the same thing.

As for Big Jim and Big Jack, it was clear that they wanted to start stroking
their huge cocks as well, but as great as their desire for the magnificent
Dominique was, their fear was even greater. "C-can we please start stroking
our cocks now, Mistress Dominique? Please." Big Jack begged.

"Please, Mistress Dominique," Big Jim pleaded.

"Not yet," said Dominique, "You two don't want me to punish you again do you?"

"Y-you're not going to s-s-spank us again are you, Mistress Dominique," Big
Jim asked. He was on the verge of tears.

"Not if you're good little boys," Dominique replied.

Next, Dominique went over to some eight feet long steel girders that were
stacked over in a corner. She picked up one of the girders and placed in
between some heavy metal brackets that had been custom made to be sturdy
enough to hold eight foot long steel girders. After making sure that the
girder was secure, she took seven or eight steps back, ran towards the
suspended girder, jumped into the air with her leg extended and kicked right
through the steel beam. She landed on the other side of the girder which
split and fell into two separate parts. The inside ends of the girders that
Dominique had split with her foot were smoking and visibly red hot. She had
hit the steel with such force and pressure that the edges had stopped just
short of turning molten.

Then, incredibly she went over and picked up one of the four foot sections of
the girder she'd just split in two and held it up to her chest. She began to
bend it around her breasts. So great was the strength in her arms and in her
boobs, that she wrapped the steel girder around them until the metal took on
the shape of her titanic tits. She showed Big Jim and Big Jack that the metal
even contained impressions of her hard, large nipples.

Both men had tasted those nipples, and they longed to have one of them in
their mouths. "I-I wish I could suck and lick one of those nipples right
now," said Big Jack with true longing in his voice.

"So do I," said Big Jim.

"Later, my wimps; I'll let the two of you lie on each side cradled in my
strong arms while both of you suck and nibble on one of my big, tender
nipples. Would you like that?"

They both nodded their heads energetically. Just the thought of it was almost
enough the make them cum without even touching themselves. It took all the
discipline they could muster - and the Anderson brothers were highly
disciplined - to keep from shooting their loads. The only thing that kept
them from doing so was the tremendous fear they had of climaxing early and
displeasing Dominique.

Of course they feared being physically punished by her because she was much
more powerful that their pitiful combined male strength and fighting skills
could ever hope to be. But even more, they feared that if they displeased her
in any way, she might stop loving them. They loved their Mistress Dominique
more than anything. They loved her more than life itself.

"Right now I'd like for you two to do something for me," Dominique told her
two love slaves.

"Anything, Mistress Dominique," said Big Jim.

"Yes, anything," agreed Big Jack.

"Tell me something I don't know, slaves," said Dominique confidently. "I want
you to set up my barbell for me. You know how much weight I like to do my
warm-up reps with."

Without comment, Big Jim and Big Jack got right to work. First they got out
the custom bar that Dominique used to load her weights on. It had to be
custom made to accommodate the tremendous amount of weight she lifted. The
six foot long bar was approximately an inch and a half in diameter and weighed
one hundred pounds on its own.

Then they went to work loading up the bar with the massive custom made weights
that Dominique used. Each plate weighed four hundred pounds which was too
much for either one of them to lift easily on their own. To conserve energy,
they loaded each plate onto the bar together.

Meanwhile, Dominique strolled over to a weight rack that contained barbells
loaded with various amounts of weight. The heaviest loaded barbell was at the
bottom of the rack. "How much does this one weigh?" she asked.

"That one weighs five hundred and fifty pounds," Jack answered.

"Can either of you wimps press this much weight?" she asked.

"Uh . . . no, Mistress Dominique, but each one of us can dead lift it," Jim
explained.

Dominique bent over and easily lifted the barbell off the rack with one hand.
She casually began doing one handed curls with it. "Is that so? I didn't
know that you wimps were so strong."

As Mark watched the incredible and beautiful Dominique easily lifting as much
weight with one hand as it took his father to lift with his entire body, he
began to pump his cock even harder. As he listened to her call his father and
his uncle "wimps" and "slaves" and watched them accept it, he became even more
turned on. He knew that they had to accept it because this supremely powerful
woman was so superior to them.

Mark began to imagine that HE was Dominique's slave. He fanaticized about how
wonderful it would be to grovel on the floor at her feet, kissing and licking
them clean while she reminded him day and night how vastly superior she was to
him in every conceivable way.

As these thoughts overwhelmed him, he felt an uncontrollable urge welling up
from the bottom of his ball sack. He stroked his big cock and felt an
overwhelming wave of pleasure sweep across his body as a huge load of cum came
spewing out of his dick. He stifled the squeals of ecstasy as best he could.
He felt embarrassed to lose control like this in front of his cousins until he
looked over and saw large puddles of sperm in from of them as well.    

Luckily, Big Jim and Big Jack too were busy completing the task assigned to
them by Dominique to be aware that their sons were across the room behind two
big boxes, jacking off to their mistress.

When Jim and Jack finished loading Dominique's barbell for her, there were
five of the massive four hundred pound plates on each side of the bar.
"That's over four thousand pounds," Mark thought, "There's no way she can lift
that much weight."

Much to his surprise, not only did she lift that much weight, but she pressed
it over her head and began to do reps with it!

"D-did we d-do a good job loading your barbell?" asked Jack.

"Yes, you did, my adorable little sissies. Why do you ask?"

"B-b-because we h-hoped that n-n-now you will allow us to j-j-jerk-off while
we w-watch you l-lift so m-m-much weight, Mistress Dominique," explained Big
Jim.

"Yes, my slaves, you may jerk off to my outstanding display of power, but
don't either of you dare to cum until I give you permission," she instructed.

Big Jack and Big Jim both began pumping their giant cocks. They had plenty of
time to enjoy the show since Dominique did over a hundred, smooth, controlled
reps with the tremendous weight. By the time she was finished, poor Jim and
Jack looked as if their poor balls were going to explode! Dominique was moist
with sweat from the effort. The sight of her impossibly hard and rippling
muscles, her beautiful dark skin and her long, loose, curly hair dripping wet
with sweat made her look even more sexy and savage than before.

Their balls were so filled with cum that they swelled up to two or three times
their normal sizes. Their balls were literally vibrating in anticipation of
the inevitable eruption. "PLEASE, MISTRESS DOMINIQUE, PLEASE ALLOW US TO
CUM. PLEASE, DON'T MAKE US HOLD OUT ANY LONGER. PLEASE, MISTRESS, PLEASE,
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE," they begged.

"Very well," she said quietly. She only actually got to the "weh" in "well"
before the two men positively exploded! So much spunk flew out of their
gigantic swelled balls and dicks that they each discharged a twenty foot
stream of cum across the floor of the gym.

Both men's heads were dizzy from the exertion, and both of them were close to
passing out. Meanwhile, still hidden behind the crates, Mark, Danny and Pete
had each spilled cum on the floor twice more draining their balls empty.

Dominique continued with her workout. Even though all five of the men present
in the room were spent and ready to pass out, they couldn't. They couldn't
because they HAD to continue watching the amazing Dominique as she went on
with her workout. Their minds would not allow their bodies to sleep yet for
fear of missing what came next.

What came next was that Dominique went over to one of the treadmills against
the wall and turned it up to its highest resistance setting. She began
running on it. There was a display on the control panel that showed how fast
she was running in large digital numbers. However, the numbers only went up
to seventy MPH. Dominique quickly achieved that speed according to the
display, but it was obvious to all present that she was continuing to
accelerate.

Her legs became mere blurs and she continued to run faster and faster. The
treadmill could not handle she tremendous speed and began to overload. The
men watching had no accurate way to gage how fast she was running because the
treadmill began emitting sparks and smoke from its control panel.

Dominique began to slow her speed until she was back down to sixty MPH. She
then ran at that speed for the next forty-five minutes. When she got off the
treadmill, she said over her shoulder, "You boys see that this piece of crap
is fixed. I need for it to be able to handle at least ninety miles an hour
for an extended time."

"Yes, Mistress Dominique," they replied.

Still Dominique continued with her workout. She did some tumbling and
acrobatics and revealed that in addition to her amazing strength, speed and
martial arts skills, she was also incredibly graceful. She performed a
gymnastics floor exercise that would have made any Olympics gymnast green with
envy. The highlight of her floor routine was when she emerged from a series
of flips and launched herself over twelve feet into the air (Thank goodness
the basement had a high ceiling.) while completing a quadruple somersault on
the way down.

Finally, Dominique put on a pair of boxing gloves and climbed into the boxing
ring. "Come on up here you two," she said to Big Jim and Big Jack, "I want to
spar with the two of you."

"This ought to be interesting," Mark thought from behind his crate. He knew
that his father and his uncle prided themselves on not being afraid to climb
into a ring with anyone. In their day, they've sparred with world champion
heavyweight boxers, champion kick boxers, Ultimate Fighting Champions and
various martial arts masters. This is not to say that Big Jim and Big Jack
could necessarily beat every single one of these guys, but they'd never been
knocked flat on their asses nor turned down such a challenge. Until now.

Big Jim and Big Jack froze when they heard Dominique's challenge. They were
afraid to disobey her, but they were equally afraid to obey her in this case.
"Did you two sissies hear what I said? Get in this ring right now," Dominique
demanded.

"B-b-b-but . . . B""b-b-but . . . ." was all Big Jim could say.

"B-b-b-but what?" laughed Dominique. "There are two of you big ol' strong men
against one frail little girl. What's the problem?"

"Y-y-you'll kill us," Big Jack replied, "We know that we don't stand a chance
against your awesomeness." He began to cry. So did Jim.

Mark couldn't believe it. He'd never seen his father cry before - not even at
his mother's funeral. Now, just the thought of getting into a ring with
Dominique was enough to turn him into a sobbing crybaby. Mark did not blame
his father one bit. He knew that he would have the exact same reaction if he
was asked to ever go up against the mighty and awesome ebony goddess
Dominique.

"Silly boys," Dominique said, "Dry up those tears. I'm not going to hit you."

"Y-you're not?" Big Jim asked.

"Of course not. I wouldn't want to hurt my precious little slaves. I love
you both too much to risk injuring either one of you."

"Y-you d-do?" asked Jack.

"Yes, my little doves. I only wanted you two to come up here and hit me as
hard as you can. Don't worry, I won't even feel it. And I wouldn't hit
either one of you back . . . unless you dared to disobey me. Now get your
cute little bare asses up here before I lose my patience."

Jim and Jack practically sprinted over and into the ring. Once they got to
Dominique, she said, "Before we get started, I want you two to get down on the
ground and kiss my feet for not following my orders right away the first
time." Jim and Jack did as they were told and groveled at Dominique's feet
and begged her forgiveness.

Then she instructed them to get on their knees in front of her. Their faces
were in her pussy. "I want you to beg my pussy for forgiveness," she said.

"Please, forgive us, Miss Pussy, please," the former macho men, now hopeless
slaves, begged.

As Mark watched his father and his uncle on their knees begging Dominique's
pussy to forgive them, one thought dominated his mind, "I wish that was me. I
wish that Dominique would allow me the privilege of begging her pussy for
forgiveness."

After several minutes, Dominique said, "My pussy forgives you. Now stand
up." She instructed them to punch her as hard as they could. To ensure that
they went full out she said, "If I think that you're not hitting me as hard as
you possibly can, I'm going to hit YOU one-tenth as hard as I can. Do you
understand?"

They both knew that using only one-tenth of her power, Dominique could easily
kill either one of them, so they did as they were told. They hit her with all
their might and skills. First they hit her repeatedly in the stomach, then in
the tits as she instructed. Next she turned around and ordered them to beat
on her ass and on her back between her shoulder blades. Finally she demanded
that they hit her full force in the face several times. If she even felt any
of the punches, she gave no indication.

When they were finished, the two martial arts masters were worn out and had
four sore hands. As a reward for serving her so well, Dominique laid down on
the canvass and allowed her slaves to crawl over to her and eat out her pussy
together. As she felt their two expert tongues licking and kissing her twat,
Dominique purred with pleasure. She had five orgasms before she allowed them
to stop.

Mark, Danny and Pete were still watching the whole thing.

Finally, she allowed her two slaves/lovers two crawl up to her on each side.
She enfolded each of them in one of her powerful arms and allowed them to
suckle on her enormous tits.

Still, Mark, Danny and Pete watched.

When she noticed that sucking on her breasts made Jack and Jim erect again,
she ordered them to stand up. She got on her knees and took their dicks into
her hands. She slowly began to jerk the two men off. "Does that feel good,
my weak little wimps?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Dominique," they replied.

"Does it feel good to feel your colossal cocks being worked by my strong
hands?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Dominique," they replied.

"Does it frighten you to know that if I tightened my grip just a little bit
that I could crush your cocks into paste?" she asked with a wicked grin.

"Y-y-y-yes, Mistress Dominique," they replied.

"Don't worry, my slaves, I wouldn't do that. Your transcendent cocks are much
too lovely for that." As she said this, Dominique leaned in and kissed the
head of Jim's cock and then Jack's. Still holding their cocks in her hands,
she began to alternate back and forth slathering there excessive man-meat with
her agile tongue until the tips were dripping with her saliva.

"You may cum whenever you feel like it, my willing servants," she said.
Hearing this caused the brothers to spew a stream of cum that shot over
Dominique's shoulders and once again left a stream twenty feet across the
gym. Some of it sprayed across Dominique's shoulders and breast.

Dominique stood up and lifted the two men with her. She instructed them to
lick their own cum off her breasts and shoulders. As they were doing so she
said, "I'm through with my workout now, I'm going to carry you two up to our
bedroom so that I can suck your dicks some more and you can cover by body with
licks and kisses."

"Before we go, can I ask you one question, Mistress Dominique" said Jack

"Of course, my pet, what is it?"

"Why did you want us to hit you like that?"

"I thought that your sons might enjoy another little demonstration of my
superiority," she explained.

"Our sons?" gasped Big Jack.

"Sure," Dominique said, "They've been watching us and jacking off from behind
those crates by the door for some time now."

"WHAT?" Big Jim cried out.

"Is that true?" Big Jack joined in, "You three come out from behind those
crates."

The three hiding sons sheepishly stood up. Their pants were around their
ankles, and their dicks were still very hard and erect. "You three know that
this gym is off limits to you," Big Jim scolded.

"That's right! Who gave you permission to come in here?" Big Jack added. It
should be said that the fathers looked a little silly trying to act tough and
fatherly while naked and being held aloft by an almost naked Amazon princess.

Before the sons could answer, Dominique said, "You two hush! This isn't your
gym anymore, It's MY gym now. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mistress Dominique," they replied.

Directing her statement at Mark and his cousins she said, "From now on you
boys can come in here as long as you ask my permission first."

"Are you sure that's okay?" asked Pete.

"Of course it's okay," replied Dominique because I say it's okay, and what I
say goes around her from now on. Isn't that right Jim? Isn't that right,
Jack?"

"Yes, Mistress Dominique," they replied.

"Now...do you boys have any questions before we leave?" she asked.

"H-h-how did you get to be so s-strong and so s-s-killed at martial arts?"
Danny asked.

"Someday soon I'll have to tell you about The Sisterhood of Steel," Dominique
replied. "Anything else?"

"Y-y-yes," Mark spoke up, "C-c-can I be one of your love slaves too?"

"And me," Danny jumped in, "Can I be one of your love slaves?"

"I want to be your love slave too, Mistress Dominique," Pete stated
emphatically. "Can I be one too? Please, can I?"

"Aw ... you boys are sweet; you really are. But I'm afraid that I've already
made a commitment to your fathers, and while I'm sure that they would go along
with whatever I said because, let's face it, they wouldn't have a choice, I
think it would be a little too weird for them to share me with their own
sons."

"But . . . but . . . ," Mark tried to think of something - anything - he could
say to make Dominique chance her mind. But he realized how foolish that was.
He couldn't "make" Dominique do anything.

"But if you boys think about it, I'm sort of like a stepmother to all of you.
Even though I'm only legally married to Jim, Jack is like my husband too.
And, boys, your stepmother loves you."

Dominique could see that the three men were greatly disappointed. Then a
thought occurred to her. "Now that I think about it, boys, I do have a close
relative who might make a fine master for three strong, handsome young men
such as you."

"Is she strong like you?" asked Danny.

"Of course," said Dominique.

"Is she beautiful like you?" asked Pete.

"Yes, she is," replied Dominique.

"Is she your sister, or maybe your daughter?" Mark hoped.

"No, boys, she's my mother."

CONTINUED IN PART TWO.