LaShonda Rules
By Sonofjack, sonojackwell@gmail.com
The title says it all, and her two muscle-bound boyfriends know it!


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Hunter and Russell, two white muscle men, were on their knees pleading for the
pain to stop.

"Please, Master, please, don't hit us again," Hunter begged.

"Please, Master, we're sorry; please, forgive us," Russell echoed his best
friend.

Their master looked down at them with contempt. "I thought that you two were
big, strong men. Shit! I only hit each of you once, and now you're crying like
a pair of bitches."

Their master was a 5'4" beautiful black woman name LaShonda, and everything
she'd just said was true. Hunter and Russell WERE big and strong men. Besides
being body builders, they were internationally respected strong men
competitors. It was also true that she had only hit each of them once, and
they were both crying.

"We are bitches," cried Hunter.

"We're YOUR bitches," Russell sobbed.

"Tell me something I don't know," LaShonda said. Her beautiful face was
twisted into a sneer.

What LaShonda left out is that even though her two bitches were two of the
strongest men on the planet, she was many, many times stronger than both of
them put together. And even though she only hit each of them once, those
punches sent them sailing across the room. Now they each had a rapidly closing
eye.

"Why don't you two stand up like men and fight?" their mighty master asked.

"NO!" Hunter cried.

"Please, don't make us," Russell sobbed, "You know we don't stand a chance
against your awesome strength."

"That's true," LaShonda agreed. The smile on her face was cool and supremely
confident.

Hunter and Russell were virtual twin brothers by different mothers. They were
both ruggedly handsome, heavily muscled and 6'4". Each one is an Adonis with
ripped abs, chests, arms and legs. Hunter's flexed biceps are eighteen inches.
Russell's biceps were about a quarter of an inch bigger than Hunter's

LaShonda was 5'4" tall, but where Hunter and Russell both had forty-two inch
shoulders, LaShonda's muscular, ripped shoulders measured forty-eight inches
across. Her arms and legs were huge with bulging muscles when at rest. When
flexed, her biceps were an Earth-shattering thirty-two inches, lovely, round
and diamond hard.

Her twenty-eight inch waist was rock hard and ripped with deep grooves to
define her amazing six-pack abs. Her huge natural breasts were the size of
basketballs. They stood firm and proud on her powerful chest and yet they were
also soft and inviting. Her lovely brown nipples were the size of the tip of a
man's index finger and perfect for sucking. Her big, round, tight ass cheeks
were as big, smooth and hard as bowling ball halves.

Her muscles rippled under her silky smooth skin like molten steel. The tiniest
movement of her body - the slightest flex of her little finger or her pinkie
toe - radiated power beyond most people's wildest imaginations. It was a power
that Hunter and Russell knew all too well. It was that power that drew them to
LaShonda like moths to a flame. It was that power along with her otherworldly
beauty that they worshipped.

Both men loved LaShonda beyond their capacity to explain or even understand.

"Please, Master, forgive us. We didn't mean to make you angry," Hunter
implored.

"That's right, Master, you know that we are your willing and devoted love
slaves," said Russell.

"Yes, I do," said LaShonda with absolute self-assurance and authority. She
knew that she ruled these two men. She also knew that she looked spectacular.
Her massive breasts were squeezed tight in her tight red sports bra. Her
cleavage was deep and inviting. Her yellow bike shorts were stretched so tight
across her wonderfully bulbous ass cheeks as to be diaphanous.

Hunter and Russell stopped begging for now and were putting her mouths to
better use. While Russell was busy licking and kissing LaShonda's sexy bare
feet, Hunter was equally busy kissing and worshipping her muscular calves and
thighs. LaShonda's gorgeous face began to soften.

"OOOOOOH! Babies! You do that so well. You know how your black mama loves the
way you worship her sexy body." LaShonda said is a breathy whisper. "What
mommy doesn't understand is why you two bad boys disobey her when clearly you
love her sooo much."

Hunter stopped licking LaShonda's massive, rippling thigh long enough to say,
"But, Mommy, we didn't disobey you."

LaShonda's demeanor changed. "WHAT? I told you two that I didn't want you
watching Wonder Woman, and I come home at what's on the TV? WONDER WOMAN!"

"B-B-But, Master, you told us we c-c-couldn't watch the Wonder Woman movie.
W-W-We were watching reruns of the old Wonder Woman television show," Russell
explained.

"B-B-Besides, Master, w-we thought that you only s-s-suggested that we not
watch Wonder Woman. We didn't know that it was an order," Hunter sobbed.

LaShonda reached down and lifted both of the men by their collars. She
effortlessly lifted them and fully extended her arms. "When I make a
'suggestion', it is an order as far as you two slaves are concerned?" She
shook both men violently. "IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Yes, Master!" Hunter replied.

"Of course, Master," Russell agreed.

"And if I tell you not to watch Wonder Woman, then you don't watch Gal Gadot
wonder Woman, you don't watch Lynda Carter Wonder Woman, you don't watch Cathy
Lee Crosby Wonder Woman, you don't even watch Adrianne Palicki Wonder Woman."

"They never aired that pilot," said Russell.

"You can find it on the internet," Hunter pointed out.

"SHUT UP!" LaShonda demanded. She shook them again. "Do I have to take your
internet privileges away?"

"No, Master," Hunter replied.

"Please no, Master," Russell agreed.

"I don't even want you to watch Wonder Woman cartoons. DO YOU BITCHES
UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes! Yes! We understand!" the two muscular men cried. Tears were rolling down
their cheeks. They were crying out of fear to be sure, but they were also
crying because they'd displeased their master.

LaShonda dropped her slaves to the floor. They immediately started groveling
on their hands and knees and kissing LaShonda's beautiful feet. They
delicately kissed each sexy toe and licked between them as well. "I know how
you boys love girls with super strength."

"Look at me!" LaShonda demanded. The two men stopped worshipping long enough
to look up. LaShonda flexed and her two enormous biceps popped up to their
full 32 inches. They were huge, round and perfect and even more worthy of
worship than her sexy feet. There were no finer examples of lovely feminine
power on Earth. "Does Wonder Woman have muscles like these?" she asked.

"No, Master," Hunter replied. His already rock hard cock twitched with desire.

"Nobody has muscles as big as yours," Russell said. He was right.

LaShonda giggled. She knew he was right, but she still liked hearing him say
it.

With her arms still fully flexed, LaShonda bounced her massive breasts. And
with a movement barely greater than a shrug of her shoulders, her sports bra
ripped open and her giant breasts were exposed. "And I KNOW that none of those
skinny white bitches that plays Wonder Woman have tits like these!"

"Your right about that," agreed Hunter.

"Nobody has tits as amazing as yours, Master," Russell responded. Of all of
the actresses who played Wonder Woman, Lynda Carter had by far the most
impressive breasts, and she looked flat-chested compared to LaShonda.

"Isn't it true that you two boys worship your black mama's huge tits?" asked
LaShonda. Both men nodded and grunted that they did. "Why don't you worship
them for awhile?"

Hunter and Russell did not need any more encouragement. They stood as tall as
they could on their knees and each of them latched onto one of LaShonda's
perfect nipples and began to suckle.

LaShonda cupped their heads in her soft, powerful hands - hands that could
easily crush bricks to power and squeeze steel out of shape like it was silly
putty - and gently pulled them to her bountiful breasts. "That's right,
Babies, suckle your black mommy's huge tits. Suck on them like you were little
babies."

They were like babies compared to LaShonda. Her tits were bigger than their
heads. Compared to her awesome strength they were like infants, and their
continued welfare was one hundred percent dependent on LaShonda's loving good
will.

"Do you babies like sucking Mommy's big tits?" LaShonda asked.

"Mmmm hmmmmm," they both softy hummed in reply. Both men felt total bliss and
absolute contentment. Things were going about as well as humanly possible
until Hunter said something out of this world stupid.

"We love you, Master. You don't have to be jealous of Wonder Woman."

"JEALOUS?!?" LaShonda shouted. She lifted Hunter and Russell into the air
again. This time she held them by their throats. While her grip was painful,
she did not apply enough pressure to cut off their oxygen. She could easily
snap their necks with a twitch of her wrists and both men knew it. But
LaShonda knew her own strength, and she had perfect control over it.

"Why would a beautiful and sexy Nubian goddess like me be jealous of some
skinny, weak white bitches?"

"I-I-I-I'm sorry, Master, I-I-I didn't mean 'jealous'," cried Hunter.

"Please, Master, he only meant that we are so devoted to you that no other
women mean a thing to us." Russell was to smooth things over. Even though it
was Hunter who said the stupid, stupid thing, Russell knew that he was equally
in trouble. LaShonda saw both of them collectively as her boyfriend, and the
rain fell on both the just and the unjust. That was the way LaShonda wanted
it, and so that is the way it was.

"Damn right you're devoted to me. You don't have the guts to be anything but.
I own you! Do you know how lucky you are that a fine African princess like me
chooses to share her life with two weak white boys like you?"

"Yes, Master, we are SO lucky," Hunter said.

"We're the two luckiest men in the world to be your boyfriend," Russell said,
"We know that we're not worthy of your goddesshood."

"That's right; we're not worthy," Hunter agreed.

Both meant every word. It's true that they were both scared witless by
LaShonda's gargantuan super strength, but they also both loved her beyond
measure. They were proud to be her boyfriend, and they didn't mind that they
had to share her.

They felt that it was fair that a woman like LaShonda should have more than
one devoted love-slave if that's what she wanted. In fact, neither one would
dare to utter a peep if she decided to take on ten more love-slaves. They were
grateful that she settled on just two. They were also sure that there were
thousands of men and women who would jump at the chance to take their places
if LaShonda wanted it that way.

LaShonda tossed her slaves a few feet to each side of her. "Prove to me that
you know how lucky you are to be allowed to worship a strong black goddess
like me. Crawl to me on your bellies and worship my feet."

They did. "Thank you (kiss kiss), Goddess, (lick lick) for allowing (kiss
kiss) us to worship (lick lick) your beautiful (kiss kiss) and perfect feet,"
Hunter groveled.

"You're the most (lick lick) gorgeous, (kiss kiss) sexiest, (lick lick) most
generous (kiss kiss) and most forgiving (lick lick) master and lover (kiss
kiss) any two guys (lick lick) could ever have," Russell fawned.

"I do like it when you two lick and worship my feet," LaShonda said, "And I
deserve it! I AM the sexiest, most generous master ever. You two are sooo
lucky that I chose you for my boyfriend. Don't you agree?"

"Oh, yes, Master," Hunter responded. He thought about the first time LaShonda
took him and Russell to a meeting of the Secret Society of the Supreme Sinew
Sisterhood. The SSotSSS is an organization that LaShonda belongs to made up of
women from all over the worlds. Every member is incredibly beautiful and
incredibly strong. And as the word "sisterhood" implies, membership is
exclusively female.

Not all of the members of the SSotSSS have muscles as big as Hunter and
Russell, and none of them have muscles as big as LaShonda's. However, every
member was much stronger than they were. And among the super strong women in
the SSotSSS, LaShonda was the strongest.

Shortly after becoming LaShonda's slaves, she took them to a meeting of the
SSotSSS to show them off. "Wow, LaShonda, those boys are really pretty," said
a beautiful blonde strong girl named Angel.

"And see how well I have them trained," said LaShonda. "Boys! Knees!" Russell
and Hunter immediately fell to their knees. LaShonda lifted up her miniskirt
to reveal her bright red thong panties. "Boys! Worship!" Her two slaves
obediently crawled over and began kissing and licking their master's
beautiful, big, round ass.

Even thought they'd only been with LaShonda a short time at that point, the
thought of disobeying was utterly unthinkable. She'd already broken their will
and owned them body, soul, mind and spirit. "Are you boys my dogs?" she asked
them.

"Yes, Master," replied Hunter.

"Of course, Master," agreed Russell.

"Then why don't you bark?" LaShonda "suggested". Both men began doing their
best canine impressions. "Roll over," LaShonda commanded. They rolled over.
"Sit up and beg," she demanded. They sat up on their knees with their "paws"
in front of them and panted and whined like dogs.

All the time they did these things they were being watched by a bevy of
bodacious well-build beauties. "You really have them well trained," observed
Rio who was an amazing Asian strong girl with enormous breasts (although not
as big as LaShonda's).

"I know," said LaShonda, "Before they met me, they thought they were big,
strong men. I had to teach them that there are no strong men - only boys. And
boys are only good for serving strong women. Isn't that right, boys?"

"Yes, Master," Hunter replied.

"Of course, Master," Russell agreed.

LaShonda picked them up in her strong, muscular arms and said, "You boys love
your master, don't you?"

"Yes, Master," Hunter replied.

"More than life itself," Russell agreed.

You might think that Russell and Hunter found it humiliating to worship
LaShonda's ass and beg like dogs in front of her gorgeous and powerful
friends. You'd be right. However, if you think that they didn't like it, you'd
be wrong. They LOVED being humiliated in front of others by their strong and
beautiful master. They were proud to be thought of as slaves or dogs or
anything else that LaShonda wanted them to be.

In a subsequent visit to the SSotSSS Hunter and Russell wore dog collars and
were led around on a leash. Another time they wore diapers and, they were only
allowed to speak baby talk. When they got hungry LaShonda fed them milk
through a bottle. A long-legged, big titted, olive skinned, dark eyed beauty
with the body of a fitness model named Boom-Boom said, "That's so hot. I'm
going to have to try that with my boyfriend."

Hunter and Russell were happy to grovel, whimper and venerate LaShonda in
front of the others. They were proud that among woman who were incredibly
strong and phenomenally beautiful that their master was the strongest and the
most beautiful.

Of course, other members of the SSotSSS had slave-boyfriends and
slave-husbands. Hunter and Russell were proud of the fact that they were
willing to grovel lower, to worship more fervently and to suffer greater
humiliation than any of the others.

"Why are you smiling?" LaShonda asked, breaking Hunter's reverie.

"I was just thinking how grateful I am to be your slave," Hunter replied.

"That's sweet," LaShonda said. "So why don't the two of you tell me what is so
great about me?"

"You have beautiful eyes," Russell observed.

"Your smile can light up any room," Hunter remarked.

"Your hair is silky and luminous," Russell added.

"Your broad shoulders are powerful and sexy," Hunter declared.

"Your muscles are unbelievably huge and sexy."

"Your breasts are gigantic and awe-inspiring."

"Don't you mean my tits?" LaShonda asked. She preferred for her breasts to be
call tits.

"Yes, Master, your TITS are gigantic and awe-inspiring."

"Your ass cheeks are round, smooth, firm and oh so lick-able. Truly your ass
is perfect."

"Let's just cut to the chase, boys," said LaShonda, "Is there any part of my
body that ISN'T perfect."

"No, Master," replied Hunter.

"Of course not," agreed Russell.

"And what else is there about me that make you two so willing to grovel and
beg at my feet?" LaShonda asked. She knew the answer, but she wanted to make
them say it,

"It's your strength, Master," said Hunter.

"It's your awesome and gigantic strength," said Russell.

LaShonda turned her attention to Russell. "So you like my awesome and gigantic
strength?" she asked.

"Y-Y-You know we d-d-d-do," Russell stammered out in fear and lust. More than
anything Russell and Hunter revered LaShonda's impossible super strength.

"Wonder Woman's strength is just special effects," LaShonda pointed out. "Me?
I make my own special effects. Hell, I AM a special effect!"

"That's right, Master," Russell concurred, "You ARE a special effect - the
most special effect there is." Russell began to reminisce. Certainly, LaShonda
established her physical superiority over Hunter and Russell the first time
they met. Even though both men were internationally recognized strong men
competitors, LaShonda left them with no doubt that she was stronger by far
than both of them put together. Still, they had no idea. They soon would.

One clue came the first time LaShonda showed her two boys her free weights.
She had specially made five hundred pound plates made to fit on her specially
made ultra thick and study bars along with heavy duty sleeves and collars to
match. The bar and its hardware weighed one hundred and fifty pounds by
themselves.

LaShonda instructed Hunter and Russell to load two bars with four five hundred
plates each. The two strong men got a workout just loading the plates on to
the bars. Then, with the two worn out muscle men watching, she picked up each
bar with one hand and effortlessly did a series of exercises including various
curls and overhead lifts.

At the time, LaShonda was wearing a lacey red bra and matching thong panties.
The two men watched with their tongues hanging out as the object of all of
their earthly lusts performed one amazing feat of strength after another. Her
massive muscles flexed under her smooth, flawless skin for more than an hour.

Both men would have stroked their cocks furiously to relieve the pressure of
their raging, steel hard erections if LaShonda had not forbidden it. She
wanted them to save all of their cum for her. "I own that cum," she said, "And
you're not allowed to waste it by spilling it on the floor."

When she was finished, she was not breathing hard. The only two signs of
exertion were that her muscles were even more pumped and well defined than
usual, and she was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration that made her
ebony skin glisten like she was an angel.

"Take off your clothes," she demanded. When they were naked 3.2 seconds later,
LaShonda took off her bra and panties, flexed her massive and powerful biceps
and said, "Can I get any volunteers to lick the sweat off my luscious body?"

Hunter and Russell were so stupefied that they just stood there with their
cocks pointing towards the ceiling and their mouths hanging open.

"That's your cue to get your asses over here and start worshipping, dummies!"

They ran over and began licking kissing and nibbling. Each lap of their
tongues, caress of their lips, and precious bite of their teeth was an act of
adoration and devotion. Together they explored every inch of LaShonda's
spectacular, amazing, fantastic, magnificent body. Her body was like a new
country waiting to be discovered.

They spent extra time on her broad, sexy shoulders, her colossal biceps, her
mammoth breasts, her firm, round ass, her ripped abs and.... When they reached
her holiest of holies they gave her the greatest double tongue lashing of her
life.

LaShonda had wave upon wave of multiple orgasms. Hunter and Russell stayed
with it until their upper bodies were covered with sweat and pussy juice. They
remained on their hands and knees licking her pussy until they couldn't lick
anymore. Their lower jaws were numb for the next four hours, but they didn't
mind. LaShonda induced orgasms in them using her mouth, her tits, her biceps
and her pussy. She treated her boys to more sexual pleasure than they'd ever
dreamt possible.

They didn't know it at the time but it was then that LaShonda decided that she
was going to keep Hunter and Russell and make them her boyfriend. There was
just one more thing that had to be settled first.

For that lesson, LaShonda took the boys to an abandoned construction site late
the next night. There was a metal fence around the site locked with a heavy
chain and padlock. LaShonda took hold of the heavy padlock and broke it with a
flick of her wrist. The chain she pulled apart just for fun.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" asked Hunter.

"Isn't this trespassing?" asked Russell.

"Don't you boys get it?" LaShonda asked, "A beautiful, powerful woman like me
goes wherever she wants - does whatever she wants."

"I guess that's true," Hunter agreed,

"But what are we doing here?" Russell asked.

"I want to show you boys something," she said. She walked over to the pile of
stacked cinderblocks. "I want you boys to make two stacks about four feet
apart. Lay them two by two and stacked them six high." Hunter and Russell were
in excellent shape by normal human standards so it didn't take them long to
create twin stacks of twenty-four bricks.

"Now what?" asked Russell.

"Now this," replied LaShonda. She walked over to a stack of thick and heavy
steel girders. She lifted one over her head. "First I have to make sure that
these girders are made of good, strong steel." Using just the strength in her
arms and chest, she began to pull down. The steel began to groan and amazingly
began to bend. With much too little effort, LaShonda bent the steel girder
into a big U shape.

"Yes, that feels like good strong building material," she said. She dropped
the heavy metal which landed with a weighty thud on the ground. When Hunter
and Russell looked at the girder, they noticed that LaShonda's handprints were
molded into the hard steel.

LaShonda picked up two more of the heavy girders and walked with them over to
the twin piles of cinderblocks that the boys had built on her instructions.
She placed them across the stacks of bricks one on top of the other.

"W-W-What are you going to d-do n-n-now?" asked Hunter. LaShonda's reply was
to look at the two men with a confident smirk as she raised her powerful right
arm. Bringing it down on the girders with the knife edge of her right hand she
snapped the metal beams in two with one strike. The ends of the girders were
glowing red hot where LaShonda's blow had sheared them in two. Such was the
pressure created by her potent chop.

She then went over to one of the stacks of bricks and struck it with her right
arm and fist. She walked over to the other stack and struck it with her left
arm and fist. Both stacks were instantly reduced to a pile of rubble.

She looked at the two stunned men and said, "I wanted you two boys to get an
idea of what I'm capable of."

"Impossible," whispered Hunter.

"Unimaginable power," whispered Russell.

"That's right," said LaShonda, "I'm impossible, and my strength is
unimaginable, and I'm sexy beyond all reason. And I want you two to be my
boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" asked Russell.

"It's a two-man job," LaShonda explained. Neither man objected. "But I want
you both to understand. I am the boss of this relationship and your master. I
make all the decisions and you are to obey my commands without question or
hesitation. I expect you to cringe and cower and kowtow to my every whim. At
times I will humiliated and degrade you because it amuses me to do so. You two
will be my sexual playthings, and I will use you as I please. You must never
say 'No' to me, and if either of you EVER do ANYTHING to disobey me you will
both suffer punishment. As I've shown you, I am capable of doling out
tremendous punishment. I can easily overpower your entire bodies with one
finger, and your life will be completely in my hands. I will own you
completely.

"In return for your absolute obedience, I will allow you to bask in the glow
of my magnificent beauty. I will use my tremendous strength and my
unparalleled sexuality to bring you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. I
will protect you from all danger, and I will love you beyond your limited male
capacity to comprehend."

"This is your one and only opportunity to back out. If you wish to be my
boyfriend then you are committed for life. If at any time I change my mind, I
will discard you without thinking twice. So...?"

"YES! WE ACCEPT!" the two men shouted. They fell to their knees as one and
crawled over and thanked their master repeatedly while worshipping her
feet....

"What are you thinking about?" LaShonda asked Russell. He snapped out of his
trip down memory lane.

"I was thinking about how much I love you, Master," he replied.

"Yes, Master, we're sorry," said Hunter, "We didn't mean to disobey you."

"I know you didn't," LaShonda granted. She hugged them to her titanic tits.
They gratefully licked and kissed her stunning nipples. After a few minutes of
breast worship, LaShonda gently pushed then away.

"I've got a special surprise for my weak boys," she announced.

"What?" asked Hunter.

"You boys wait her until I call you into the bedroom. Then you'll see."

In the ten minutes that it took for their master to call them, Hunter and
Russell were like two little boys on Christmas Eve waiting for the morning to
arrive - only worse.

"Bo-oys." LaShonda sang. When they ran into the bedroom, they could not
believe what greeted them. LaShonda has flexing her muscles which somehow
looked bigger and more pimped than ever. She was wearing a skin tight satin
Wonder Woman costume. Both men nearly fainted due to the blood rushing out of
their head and into their cocks.

What followed was a marathon love-making session that set new standards of
erotic pleasure. When it ended hours later, Hunter and Russell were
dangerously exhausted and dehydrated but deliriously happy. Hunter was asleep
with his head resting on LaShonda's right breast. Russell was snuggled up to
LaShonda. Her left arm was wrapped around his shoulders.

"Master?"

"Yes, Baby."

"Do you really love us?"

"Yes, I do, Baby."

"That time at the construction site when you told us we had a choice, was that
true? Did we really have a choice?"

"No, Baby."

"That's what I thought. I love you so much, Mommy."

"I know you do, Baby; get some rest now."

"Yes, Mommy,"

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