Oh by the way, I'm an Amazon
by Sunblind



As Carol Brody lowered her shapely ass onto his chest, kneeling and facing his
feet, Robert's first thought, as his head cleared from having been flipped to
the floor, was, "How did I get here?"

While he was contemplating his sudden new perspective, Carol clamped in her
legs, trapping his arms tight to his sides and reaching into his gym shorts,
took a firm, no-nonsense grip of his balls.

Robert's confusion was well-founded in that less than three seconds ago he had
been standing in front of his new wife arguing about the division of space in
their closet.

It was their first day back from their honeymoon. This being a second marriage
for both of them, they had agreed that Robert (and his three sons) would move
in to Carol's house. (Whereas Robert's ex-wife had bought him out of their
home, Carol and her three girls had continued to live in her house following
the death of her husband.)

Robert thought it over: They had been facing one another. The argument was
progressing in a fairly good-natured manner. Suddenly Carol had sighed and
with a wistful look on her face, and a shrug of her shoulders, had said
(mostly to herself), "Now is as good a time as any."

Before her non sequitor had even registered as such, she had scooped him up
with her right arm between his legs and her left arm around his neck. She held
him for a split second across her large, full D-cups, and then flipped him,
heels over head, to his back. She did not slam him down, but was not
particularly gentle either. He was not hurt ... her hold on his balls was firm
but not crushing ... but having been turned upside down, he was a bit
disoriented.

Instinctively, Robert struggled to free himself. After about ten seconds,
however, it dawned on him that despite the fact, at six foot, four inches, he
was nearly five inches taller than Carol, and must have outweighed her by
about one hundred pounds, she had not budged. Not one inch. His arms were
trapped by his sides as if encased in cement and despite some serious bucking
her bottom had remained firmly in contact with his chest.

As his struggles subsided, Carol began to speak:

"Sweetheart," she began, "I probably should have told you this before, but ...
" Carol paused and Robert realized she was crying.

"You see, honey, it's like this ... " she tried again.

Robert, despite the incredible disconnect arising from the inhuman strength
his wife had just exhibited somehow found his voice, "Carol ... honey ... let
me up ... please ... c'mon, sweetie ... I don't know what just happened, but
... "

Carol, who was now sobbing quietly, interrupted, "I can't let you up ... I
have to tell you something and I can't look at you while I'm telling you ... "

A moment of silence as the confusion poured out of Robert and Carol took a
deep sobbing breath and collected herself.

"Honey," the raven-haired, blue-eyed woman continued, "As hard as it may be to
believe ... I'm an Amazon ... it's not a myth ... there actually was a
civilization ... it's a long story, that I hope you'll stick around for ...
and I know I should have told you a long time ago, but ... "

Now it was Robert's turn to interrupt.

"Carol, I don't know how you're doing this ... "

Hearing his voice ... his confusion ... his concern ... his fear ... she loved
this man so much ... it unlocked something.

Moving with blinding speed and an innate savagery that would have terrified
him if he'd actually had time to think, Carol leaped from his chest. In less
than ten seconds, she'd forcibly stripped off his clothes (shredding them in
the process), had tossed him ... actually tossed him like he was a sack of
laundry ... across the room onto their bed, removed all of her clothes (which
were also shredded) and mounted him.

Looking up at her with her big boobs hanging down nearly to his chest, Robert
could not mistake the warrior he saw in her face, and knew, instantly that
what she had said, as impossible as it was, must be true. Deep down he knew it
would not have any real effect on the love he had for this woman, but for the
moment his entire consciousness was consumed with whatever effort was going to
be necessary to survive what she was about to do to him.

Carol was like an animal. Her admission had opened a floodgate and her
emotions were coursing through her in a completely uncontrolled manner. She
was for a brief moment completely without rational thought. She was pure
emotion. Unhinged by her love for him and consumed by her fear that she might
lose him, there was a short period of time, from the second she'd tossed him
to the bed to the moment she'd sucked his penis into her vagina, during which
Robert was actually in physical danger of being loved to death. (She'd tossed
him away, not to deposit him onto the bed, but rather because some primitive
instinct had told her to place him out of her reach until she could better
control herself.)

It took nearly an hour for her passion to subside, during which time she
tossed him around as if he were a rag doll. (At one point, she straddled him
and actually stood up. With her hands on her hips, she held him by his penis,
hanging between her legs, using only the strength of her vaginal muscles.)
Robert never lost consciousness, but the beating he took in the throes of her
passion was lasting both physically and mentally. At the end, when she finally
let him out from under her tits - Carol had been lying perpendicular to
Robert, his face pinned under her big mammaries, while she masturbated using
his outstretched right arm to stimulate her clit - he could not even formulate
words. He simply clung to her, his face buried in her neck.

She held him and she talked to him; and this is the story she told:

The Amazon civilization was a fact of history and had existed as an offshoot
of an ancient tribe that pre-dated Stonehenge. Amazon legend told of what must
have been a meteorite recovered by some of the tribesmen that led to
interesting changes in the physiology of the womenfolk. Tales of the women
growing to fifty foot in height, etc. were her childhood bedtime stories.

The Amazon civilization had removed itself from contact with other cultures as
a function of necessity. Every tribe, clan, culture, kingdom, etc. was always
trying to enslave the Amazons ... after all; strong women could do a lot more
work than regular women. Because the Amazons, were warlike only as a function
of defense, at some point, prior to written history, the tribe's elders
decided it was better to vanish. The legends of aggressive warrior women were
mostly the excuse of vanquished foes.)

Despite the legends, Amazons were not longer lived than normal humans; and
they aged at virtually the same rate. An Amazon's strength develops through
puberty as a function of growth. As such, Amazon babies are not any stronger
than human children of the same age and size. (Carol's oldest daughter, at the
age of sixteen was fully grown and at full strength; her two younger girls, at
fourteen and twelve, were already substantially stronger than the world's
strongest men.) An Amazon's strength, however, does not ebb as she ages. As
such, Carol's mother (age 68) and her mother's mother (age 89) are currently
just as strong as they were as young brides.

Because, in contradiction to popular thought, Amazons reproduced using
traditional human methods, through the millennia, the original Amazon
physiology had been diluted to the point where for the last thousand years or
so, Amazons had, in terms of their physical stature, been able to walk among
the general population. In fact, it was now not uncommon for the daughters of
Amazons to top out at below six feet. (Carol at five foot, eleven was a case
in point.)

Disquietingly, a significant percentage of this generation's younglings were
failing to develop Amazonian strength. Currently, the tribe's population stood
at about one hundred thousand (worldwide); with some debate as to whether the
women of normal human strength should be considered Amazons. Much anticipation
surrounded what would take place when these "squibs" started giving birth as
to if the Amazon DNA was somehow recessive and might resurface in future
generations.

Carol's family's strength had not showed any signs, however, of subsiding; and
while it was impossible to measure her full strength, she had once, when she
was a teenager, lifted a twenty ton railroad car over her head.

As Carol concluded her tale, she gently manipulated Robert onto his back.
Propped on her elbow, she loomed over him and saying nothing, they stared into
one another's eyes for a few minutes. Eventually, still having not uttered a
word, he reached up and kissed her on the lips ... and smiled. Reaching down,
she cupped his balls and deadpanned, "Now ... where were we ... ah, yes ...
you were saying that I could have the entire closet ... "

Just at the moment that Carol tossed Robert onto the bed, Sandy, decided it
was time to educate her new step-brother, Michael, on the terms of their
relationship. Sandy was Carol's twelve year old daughter. Despite having just
started puberty, she was already five-foot six inches tall and sported an
impressive set of D-cups (just like her mother's). Michael, at thirteen was an
inch shorter.

Feeling playful, she had stolen the comic book he was reading and was now
running one step ahead of him, through the living room and heading for the
stairs, holding the comic over her head. They were both in a full-out sprint
when she simply stopped (on a dime).

Having been only one step behind her, Michael slammed into her back like a
freight train. It was, of course, as if he had run, full-speed, into a tree.
His arms wrapped around her ... his feet actually came up off the ground and
wrapped around her. His forehead slammed into the back of her neck and his
balls impacted her firm ass like eggs thrown up against a wall. As he slid
down her back and rolled to the floor (his hand going instinctively to his
crotch), she turned around and loomed over him.

Due to his complete incapacity, he put up no resistance, and made not a sound,
as she, without a word, shredded him out of his clothes. Lifting him as if her
were weightless, she carried him to the stairs.

The stairs were of a modern design that did not include risers, so she stuffed
him through between the third and fourth step. His ass was on the third step,
but nearly his entire upper body hung through the staircase to the open area
behind the steps. The bottom of the fourth step was just above his chest.

Pulling his arms through so that they hung down behind him, she quickly
stripped off the pink polo shirt she was wearing, removed her big white bra
and used it to bind his wrists together. Moving quickly, as he was beginning
to regain his senses, she stripped off her khaki shorts and white cotton
panties and stuffed the panties deep into his mouth.

Michael was now fully recovered and watched wide-eyed as his completely nude
step-sister moved back around to the front of the stairs. Because of the
position of his head, in the open space behind the stairs, he could not see
her and though he attempted resistance, she handled him like he was a child
and hooked his feet below the back of the first step.

Now with his upper body hanging off the back edge of the step and his hands
tied together and hanging down behind him, and his feet wedged under the lower
step, Michael was helplessly trapped, with utterly no leverage.

Sandy quickly put her shirt and shorts back on and, careful not to step on
Michael as she bounded up the stairs, went looking for her sisters.

At precisely the moment that Michael's balls were crushed against Sandy's ass
when he ran into her, Michael's oldest brother, Barry and Sandy's oldest
sister, Marcy simultaneously entered the "jack and jill" bathroom that
separated their two bedrooms.

Barry was seventeen years old, a senior in high school, tall (six foot one)
and well muscled. Marcy was sixteen years old, a junior in high school and, of
course, an Amazon ... five foot ten, long dark hair, massive tits (double
D's).

She smiled at her new "brother," expecting that he would do the gentlemanly
thing and back out of the room. Instead, to her surprise, he stalked right to
the shower stall, snatched the beige sports bra she had hung over the door and
tossed it to her.

Smiling with mock exacerbation, he said, "How do you expect me to think of you
as a sister if you leave stuff like this lying around?"

Marcy smiled and was about to playfully reply when Sandy bounded into the
room. Sandy was nearly breathless with excitement, and it took the two older
siblings a minute or two to understand exactly what she was talking about.

Full realization of the implications of Sandy's story hit them simultaneously.
As such, Barry never had a chance ... though he did take almost one full step
before Marcy got a hold of him.

Less than three minutes later, Barry was helplessly stuffed and wedged (a few
steps above Michael) in exactly the same fashion as his youngest brother
(except that his mouth was filled with Marcy's panties and his hands were tied
by Marcy's DD bra).

As the two sisters looked down at their handiwork from the top of the
staircase, their other new "brother," Christopher came around the upstairs
hallway corner on his way down to the kitchen. Christopher was fifteen years
old, a sophomore in high school and tall enough to look Marcy in the eye. As
he passed the girls, eyes down (Christopher was still getting used to the
concept of having three of the hottest girls he could imagine as "sisters"),
he muttered something that sounded like a greeting.

Christopher, of course, never made it to the kitchen.

Working in complete concert, the amazons stripped the helpless boy so quickly
that he didn't even have time to call out. The instant that he was naked,
Marcy flipped him to the floor (in much the same way her mother had flipped
his father) and tearing off her own shirt, dropped her big double D's right
onto his face. As Chris struggled desperately under her big tits, Sandy ran
back to the room she shared with the other sister, Jane, for another bra and
panty set.

By the time Sandy returned, however, Chris was secure under his own step
(three steps up from Barry). While Sandy had been away, Jane had come into the
house. Seeing the scene taking place on the stairs, the five foot eight inch,
dirty blond had quickly removed her own panties and E-cup bra, and helped
Marcy incapacitate Christopher.

Standing in a group at the top of the stairs, the three young amazons looked
down on their helpless "brothers."

Marcy, who had already begun to head down the steps to kneel next to Michael,
took the leadership role. "Okay, ladies. Standard rules apply ... mouths on
penises, no other contact ... he who holds out the longest gets the prize; she
who first gets her boy off is the winner ... ready ... go!"

It took Jane less than two minutes to coax Barry over the line. She did it
with a combination of intense cock sucking and gentle ball licking.

About a minute later, Marcy stood up with a mouthful of Michael's semen.

Seeing that both of her sisters were finished, Sandy just sat up and shrugged
her shoulders. "Can one of you help me with this...I really have no idea what
I'm doing."

Smiling, Jane leaned up the three steps from her seat next to Barry.
Christopher was moaning loudly in frustration. Taking hold of his dick, Jane
raised it up, perpendicular to Chris' body (as if she was raising the arm of
the winning boxer) and said, "The winner!"

She then stroked him tightly three times. As her hand hit the bottom of the
third stroke, Chris went off.

As the girls collected themselves and prepared to release the boys, Carol came
around the hallway corner and stopped at the top of the stairs. (She had left
Michael, asleep on the bed, not one minute ago.)

Looking down at all of her children, she shrugged and, her tone dripping with
irony, said, "Well at least dinner tonight should be interesting ... "