She's the Boss
by supreme
A massively muscled lady executive challenges her young male bodybuilding instructor to the mat.


A new, higher powered version of the story!!

The audience of high-powered businesswomen was restless with anticipation.
Bonnie Reaves, president and CEO of Reaves International Cosmetics, an
industry giant, had promised an exciting finish to the firm's yearly strategy
conference. Her top subordinates from around the world - highly paid, stylish
and successful female executives - had worked hard all week planning the next
year's marketing campaign. Now, as they waited for their boss to appear in the
conference center's auditorium, they were ready to "let their hair down." As
usual, Bonnie did not allow husbands or boyfriends to attend these
conferences, but quietly provided a large number of twenty-something
"gentlemen escorts" for her senior executives' enjoyment after business hours.
All the women were very attractive and chic "lookers," ranging in age between
the late '30's and late 50's, who had a very sophisticated attitude toward sex
and marriage. They were also in great physical condition - from aerobics,
weightlifting, even boxing - and knew their way around a gym. Bonnie only
hired women who projected an image of physical, sexual, and mental strength.
With employees like these, she had built her company into a cosmetics
powerhouse, with revenues in the hundreds of millions each year.

Tonight, the last night of the conference, it was time to replace business
with pleasure. Bonnie had "put together" something "totally different" in the
way of entertainment, which was rumored to revolve around her passion for the
past 5 years: bodybuilding. After hitting 60, Bonnie, a well-built, silver
haired woman of great beauty(and incredibly short skirts!), became fascinated
with how a strenuous fitness and muscle-building program could prolong her
youthful appearance, as well as intensify her sex-drive. She hired Rafe
Thompson, one of the top male bodybuilders, as her personal trainer and
workout partner. Under his tutleage, Bonnie had worked incredibly hard,
pumping heavy iron, to develop a body she felt would complement her natural,
husky, endomorphic physique, for at 5' 9", 170 pounds, buxom and very
broad-shouldered, she had always been a "big girl." Rafe was young(22), very
handsome(with a body like a Greek god), and extremely macho. Many wealthy
women from around the world competed for his services as a stud and gigolo.
Gossip around Reaves International was that Bonnie(a veteran of 3 marriages) -
after a long, sweaty workout where both she and Rafe wore the skimpiest
bikinis - had asked the well-hung muscle-stud to "service" her in more
intimate ways, only to be humiliated when he had arrogantly demanded a large
bonus for condescending to pleasure an older woman. She had reluctantly, and
Rafe had oiled her up, rubbed her down, and brought her to orgasm many times
since. But gossip also reported that their proud CEO was still hurt by the
young hunk's chauvinism and miffed that he refused to stimulate her orally.

Whatever the truth of such stories, the fashionably dressed lady execs,
resplendent in sensual micro-skirts and elegant pumps, were thrilled to learn
that the first part of the evening's program would feature a posing routine by
Rafe. What better way to get "warmed up" for later "activities" with their
handsome young escorts? What was planned after Rafe's muscle exhibition
remained a mystery. Actually, Bonnie's physical appearance these days was
itself a bit of a mystery. She had avoided, for the last 5 years, any public
appearances, conducting business only by teleconference, and taking care to
reveal nothing more than her face to her increasingly curious employees. As
they waited for the program to begin, a few women speculated that Bonnie would
show herself in person, for the first time since her long "make-over" began,
if only to introduce "her" sexy muscle-stud, Rafe.

Suddenly a hush fell over the expectant executives and the curtain screening
the auditorium's stage opened, revealing their CEO at last!! A thunderous
burst of applause erupted as Bonnie waved and smiled. Clad in a floor-length
mink coat, she held a microphone and greeted her employees. "Good evening
ladies. I won't waste any time. You worked hard this past year. You've earned
a reward. And here is the first part of that reward: The Eastern States
Heavyweight Bodybuilding Champion for the past three years in a row, who also
happens to be my personal trainer and favorite hunk, Rafe Thompson!!!" The
aroused women cheered, clapped and wolf-whistled as the stud-muffin strutted
out on stage and began his routine. Rafe was in rare form as he pumped and
flexed his 5'10 and 1/2" frame. Tanned, oiled and gleaming under the stage
light he sported a tiny black lycra bikini that showed off his muscled rump
and barely restrained his big, snakelike phallus, which was clearly outlined
as it bounced and pressed against the thin, resisting fabric of his taut
posing suit. Rafe was cocky and confident, exulting in the adoration of the
horny lady executives in their modish power suits, mini-skirts and high-heels.
He could smell the musky female aroma of the big hall, a product of the scents
and perfumes of 500 sexually excited women. As he showed off his big biceps he
could feel his heavy cock pushing even harder against the front of his skimpy
bikini. The macho sneer on his lips only excited the women further; indeed,
manyof them were sweating, panting and even getting a little wet watching his
powerfully muscled, 198 pound body as he hit his best poses. "Ooooh, look at
the ass on that big boy!" moaned one lathered-up businesswoman to her friend.
"I'm not looking at his tush honey! He's hung like a bull!" the friend replied
huskily. The macho-muscleman continued flexing for several minutes, then, as
he bowed and finished, pointed his buns at the audience for one last wiggle,
causing more screams of delight and lust.

As Rafe ended his routine, Bonnie, still wearing mink, came out to the middle
of the stage. Rafe stood to her side as she announced what was next. "I know
you enjoyed Rafe, and I hope you will enjoy the rest of this evening's
program. First, let me show you what I've been doing with myself, with the
help of our big hunk here(as she smiled at Rafe, she playfully squeezed and
rubbed his butt, provoking aaahhh's and laughter from the crowd)." She nodded
at the young muscle-stud, and he stepped behind her as she slowly opened her
coat, letting it slide off her shoulders onto the polished floor and revealing
what was underneath.

Everyone in the audience gasped in shock. Their 65 year old boss-lady stood
before them almost naked, clad only in a lycra-spandex micro-bikini, a tiny
white triangle which contrasted dramatically with her smooth, darkly tanned
and brightly oiled skin. A small triangle of thick, curled pubic hair rose
past the top of the bikini for an inch or two, pointed at her navel. Her
brassiere strained to hold her buxom breasts, revealing a generous amount of
cleavage, as well as the tops of her large, silver-dollar sized aureoles. She
stood on white high-heels, with her nails, lip-gloss and hair the same shade
of silver white. She was stunning, but what really made everyone's jaw drop to
the floor was her physique. This woman, despite the fact she was a
grandmother, was MASSIVELY muscled. From her diamond ear-studs to her golden
toe rings, Bonnie bulged with brawn. Her legs were mahogany tree trunks, her
arms rippling pythons, her delts bronzed cannon balls. Her thick, muscled neck
was framed by trapezius muscles even bigger than those of the women's
heavyweight champion, the great Betty Pariso. After five years of intense
training, Bonnie had bulked up tremendously, packing on poundage and achieving
a level of muscularity exceeding most female and many male professional
bodybuilders half her age. Now weighing-in at well over 200 pounds(she was coy
about just how much, though even 220 might be too low an estimate), the older
strong-lady could easily have placed high as a heavyweight in the MR. Olympia
contest. The audience noticed that she was even more buffed than her young
male trainer, himself a world-class heavyweight bodybuilder. But she had lost
nothing of her old femininity as she gained new muscle. Instead she was even
more sexy, a vision of female sensuality and raw power as she hit a double
biceps shot that exploded her arms to truly enormous size. Her massive bronzed
and curving thighs, oiled, deeply tanned and gleaming under the stage light,
were frightening as they flared down from her almost obscenely tiny, white
bikini, looking like they could crush a tank. They were significantly bigger
than Rafe's, and his were huge. Slowly, she began a posing routine that
mesmerized her audience. As the big she-hulk turned her profile to the
spectators they could see a small tatoo of a red rose on her thick, rippling
hip as it blended into her shapely, powerful rump. Dancing lightly across the
stage as she flaunted her heavy frame, she grabbed one of Rafe's hands and the
two ultra-muscular specimens began an erotic mixed posing routine. The
audience could stand no more! Squeals of delight were mixed with groans and
grunts of pure lust as the female audience watched the sexy pair do an
on-stage lambada, the 65 year old muscle matron clearly the aggressor. The
pair ended their routine with a move by Bonnie that surprised Rafe and
delighted the crowd. Instead of he picking HER up, as they had planned
beforehand, she picked HIM up, easily doing a couple of overhead presses with
the startled male before setting him back down. Rafe was angered and
embarrassed, but, as he was being well paid by Bonnie to pose with her, merely
grumbled, "What the hell was that?" as they stood side by side before the
cheering audience. "You'll find out in a minute," Bonnie laughingly replied.

"For the final event of the evening," Bonnie announced, " since I'm now a
little more muscular than my friend Rafe, I'd like to find out if I'm stronger
than he is by challenging him to a 'friendly' submissions only wrestling
match!! Whaddayousay, big guy?" Rafe was stunned. "You're crazy lady," he
retorted, "I was a wrestling champ in college; hell, I've never lost a match.
I'd wipe the floor with you!" Bonnie would have none of it. "C'mon, Rafe,
think of it as my graduation match from your training. I'll let you in on a
little secret. I've been taking wrestling lessons for the past three years. In
fact, I'd like my instructor to referee our match. Judy! Come on out here
please!" The auditorium was quiet as Judy Connally, the famous retired women's
world heavyweight wrestling champion, stepped out on stage, wearing a sexy one
piece snakeskin pattern leotard, cut high on the hips, with bare shoulders
that accentuated the 55 year old's powerful, heavyset physique. "I guarantee
Bonnie can take care of herself on the mat, hot shot," she told Rafe
pointedly. Bonnie had her hands on her hips as she faced the hunky male. "I
have some incentive for you, Rafe. If you win you get $100,000. So what's it
gonna be? Afraid to wrestle an old lady?" Rafe bristled. With his hands on his
hips he stood only an inch from his challenger, indeed both could feel the
sexual contact as Rafe's big cockhead, straining against the thin fabric of
his black bikini, lightly grazed and rubbed against the muscle matron's pubic
mound, which was just barely covered by the thin lycra of her white bikini. He
couldn't believe any woman would dare challenge him to the mat, much less one
old enough to be his mother or grandmother. It was time to teach this sexy old
hag, and all these other so-called "modern women," a lesson in male supremacy.
The bikini-clad muscle-man laughed, "Afraid? Hell no! OK, Bonnie you asked for
it. But it won't be 'friendly' and it won't take long to show you who's boss
on the mat!!"

Bonnie had ordered a wrestling mat stored at the back of the stage and now had
the conference staff unroll it. Rafe and Bonnie both limbered up and stretched
as the audience buzzed with excitement. Rafe's sneer had returned. He was
supremely cocky and confident and doubted the older musclewoman could last
more than one or two minutes. True, he had been stunned by how big Bonnie had
become. Not only did she love pumping heavy iron, she was genetically suited
to develop freaky amounts of muscle. And she obviously had excellent contacts
in sports medicine. They had provided her with huge quantities of the highly
expensive steroids free from the negative side effects of cheaper products.
For just a moment, as he watched the husky amazon flex, and noticed her
mahogany thighs ripple with raw power, he felt a twinge of doubt. But that was
ridiculous! She was just an old lady and he would make her squeal!! Bonnie had
paid the muscle-stud well, and the sex had turned out to be great(he had never
felt such a strong, tight pussy as the old strongwoman's)but the lady
executive needed to be taught a lesson. He began posing for the appreciative
audience alongside Bonnie and again it was clear that, though the rugged male
was huge, the mature musclewoman was a bit bigger, especially in her monster,
"rock-crusher" thighs.

As the match began Bonnie kicked off her heels and invited the muscleman to
lock up with her in a test of brute strength, putting up her thick python arms
in challenge. Rafe feigned acceptance, but ducked in low and charged the hefty
amazon, ramming her solar plexus with his head and grabbing her powerful legs.
The force of his rush knocked Bonnie to the mat and the air out of her lungs.
Quickly, the big man flipped the gasping Bonnie on her stomach and seized her
ankles, crossing and savagely pulling them towards her head as he planted his
full weight on top of her. But as the lady gladiator got her wind back, she
started flexing her incredible thighs. Rafe couldn't believe their power! She
was breaking his hold! Desperately he wrapped his legs up around hers and was
able to re-establish his brutal toe-hold as every muscle in his arms and legs
bulged and strained. He was sure he had the silly old bitty beat; no one had
ever escaped his excruciating toe hold. "OK, BITCH," he demanded, "I told you
this wouldn't take long! WHO'S BOSS NOW? Give it up or you won't walk for
month!" Bonnie was in pain and Judy asked, "How about it; you wanna quit?"
"Fat chance!!" the pretty stronglady angrily replied. Rafe tried to increase
the pressure, but Bonnie not only took it, she used her powerful arms to raise
herself, with Rafe riding her back, high enough to slowly crawl towards the
edge of the mat, where Rafe would have to release his hold. The muscleman
could do nothing to stop her and the crowd came alive, shouting encouragement,
"Go Boss, GO!! You can do it!!" Rafe couldn't believe the husky amazon was
actually crawling under his weight, in spite of being tied up in his best
hold. This couldn't be happening! As she reached the edge Judy ordered Rafe to
release her. As he did, he elbow smashed her twice on the back of the neck,
bringing boos from the audience and a warning from Judy, but the cocky man
shouted, "Fuck you!" finally rolling off Bonnie's back.

The two gladiators got to their feet and slowly circled each other on the mat,
looking for an opening. This time Bonnie attacked. Seizing Rafe in a bearhug,
the heavyweight lady wrestler soon had him gasping for breath as he kicked his
legs and beat his fists against her boulder-like shoulders, fruitlessly trying
to weaken her crushing hold. Frantic now, the shocked man locked his fists
together and pounded the lady gladiator's back. But Bonnie's back was like two
thick armor plates, welded at the spine. His powerful blows simply bounced
off. By now both wrestlers were covered in sweat and oil, their intertwined
bodies shining in the stagelights. Rafe was starting to lose his arrogance!
The big older woman was shaking him, holding him off the mat, squeezing the
air from his lungs; he started seeing spots and knew he was about to pass out.
He had never dreamt she was so strong! Bonnie could feel her body throbbing
with power and sexual excitement ! Now it was she who demanded her opponent
submit, but Rafe shouted defiantly, "NEVER!" As a last, desperate attempt to
break free, he smashed at her ears, viciously rabbit punching again and again.
Judy ordered him to stop the illegal hits, and the audience again booed his
dirty tactics, but Rafe could feel Bonnie weaken; the brutal blows had forced
her to loosen her grip. Again and again the powerful male wrestler pummeled
Bonnie's ears until she screamed in pain and dropped her man, falling to her
knees and covering the sides of her head with her hands. Rafe, too, was on his
knees, trying to get back the air the wrestling grandmother had forced out of
his lungs.

The crowd was getting really agitated. Many of the horny female executives had
been overcome by the erotic spectacle and had one, two, or even more small,
wet, orgasms, as they watched the big lady bruiser wrestle the champion male
bodybuilder. A few had actually swooned in their sexual excitement! Even Judy
was getting aroused, and gently rubbed her fingers against her pubic mound,
outlined by her tight snake-skin leotard; she could feel herself getting hot
and moist. "Oooooooo; you go girl," she murmured huskily.

As Rafe regained his feet he saw Bonnie agressively coming after him. Not yet
ready to resume combat, he stepped off the mat. Judy ordered, "Get back in
there!" but Rafe just laughed. "Make me, you cow!" he taunted. "That's OK,
Judy; I'll take care of it," said Bonnie. She stepped off the mat to confront
Rafe with her hands on her hips. "What's the matter, big boy, scared of an old
lady?" Rafe screamed, "You old fart!!" He smashed Bonnie in the nose with a
right cross, then hit her with a series of his best shots. The lady wrestler
was driven back for a second, her nose spouting blood, but quickly recovered
and began answering his punches with her own. The two fighters stood toe to
toe, furiously pounding each other. The musclewoman began to have the better
of it, hurting her opponent with sledgehammer shots to the body as he backed
off, trying to get away. For the first time, Rafe began to feel real fear as
he looked into the fleshy, older, but still pretty face of his tormentor. It
was the face of a ruthless predator, closing in on her quarry! Suddenly,
Bonnie swung a two-fisted uppercut, all the way from the floor, that caught
Rafe under his chin! The tremendous punch lifted him up off his feet, and
dumped him on his back, stunned! The crowd gasped at this display of female
power!

Grabbing the dazed man by his hair with one of her thick forearms, Bonnie
dragged him back onto the mat, dumping him on the canvas while she engaged in
an impromptu posing and flexing routine for the delighted spectators. "Your
tush belongs to me, honeybuns!!" she laughed. Slowly, unsteadily, Rafe got to
his feet. He could taste the blood dripping from his mouth. He shook his head
groggily, trying to clear it. He couldn't believe the skill and power of the
old amazon. "You shouldn't try to box, big boy," Bonnie teased, "you might get
hurt." The audience laughed, but the big man was enraged. The lady wrestler
looked down at her blood spattered brassiere and chuckled lightly, "You've
ruined my top." She unsnapped it, exposing her big full breasts, and threw it
at the male, "Please get this cleaned and back to me tomorrow!!" Licking her
beautifully-manicured fingertips, then rubbing them around her huge, three
quarter-inch long nipples, wine dark, rock hard and erect, Bonnie purred,
"Ummmmmm, ahhhh, something's got me all...stirred up" as she slowly swayed her
massive hips. The audience roared, but Rafe turned beat red. She had totally
humiliated him in front of a crowd of women! She had to pay! But Rafe began
backing away. Though a superbly muscled, bikini clad adonis, he was beginning
to be intimidated by the tough old lady, who was even bigger and more muscular
than he.

"C'mon honey, let's wrestle!!" Bonnie again challenged the embarassed
muscleman to lock up, arm-to-arm, in a trial of brute strength. Though now
definitely afraid of the hulking lady gladiator, Rafe was driven forward by
rage and hurt pride and the two heavyweight wrestlers locked up in a test of
raw power. The spectators were on their feet now; they knew this was the
decisive moment of the match. Rafe was shocked by the power in the mature
musclewoman's arms. She was stronger than any man he had ever wrestled. For
five minutes the two beefy, bikini-clad gladiators grunted, sweated, and
strained as their massive arms and legs bulged and rippled with power. The
young musclestud was visibly tiring, but the silver-haired stronglady looked
fresh as ever. Gradually the big amazon took control, forcing Rafe to his
knees and viciously crossing his weakened arms, threatening to rip them right
out of their sockets! "WHO'S BOSS NOW?" she taunted as she stared down into
the terrified eyes of her almost exhausted opponent. She again demanded he
submit. This time Rafe could barely gasp out a no. His arms on fire, his
cockiness long gone, the battered male wrestler was clearly feeling the
punishment from the brawny female.

When Bonnie was sure she'd ruined Rafe's arms she dropped them. Before the
hurt man could defend himself she flipped him on his stomach, and facing his
feet as she straddled his back, pulled up his legs and leaned back in a
ferocious backbreaker. It was an awesome and erotic sight. The massive
grandmother squatted, her pretty, bikini bottomed muscular tush hanging just
an inch above Rafe's, shoulder blades, her enormous muscles bulging with
power. Her 220+ pounds created savage pressure, and the muscleman's shrieks
filled the auditorium!! The big lady bruiser was inflicting more pain than he
had ever felt in his life!! He began babbling hysterically, "She's breaking my
back! She's breaking my back! Somebody stop her!!" With his arms disabled by
Bonnie's big pythons, he could not escape, and writhed in agony, his weakened
arms flailing and slapping the mat. "Say, gorgeous, isn't this about the same
hold you had ME in?" Bonnie laughed. After rendering his legs useless, Bonnie
released her hold, leaving Rafe moaning, trying desperately just to sit up.
The heavyweight lady wrestler casually walked to the podium at the side of the
stage, and pulled out her purse! She daintily wiped the blood off her nose and
"fixed" her makeup and hairdo with a pink compact, exclaiming, "OH! I just
can't do anything with my hair lately!" After spritzing with a vial of
perfume, she strolled back to her opponent(who had managed to sit up), rolling
her bikinied hips like a teenaged flirt. "A girl always has to look her best,
especially when wrestling; right ladies?" This brought down the house. Judy
asked Bonnie if she should ask if Rafe wanted to submit. "Nah, I'm having too
much fun!" They smiled at each other. Everyone except Rafe was having a ball.

Ominously, almost teasingly, she sat down on the mat next to her crippled
opponent. Moving slowly, sinuously, like a giant snake, the brawny, bikini
clad musclewoman sensually entwined her massive mahogany thighs around her
"prey's" waist. Too weak to escape, Rafe could only watch in horror and moan
pathetically, "No...no..please don't do this...please." He could feel the old
musclelady's smooth, oiled, serpentine thighs, shiny, hot and slippery with
oil and sweat, ooze their way around his naked midsection. Again slowly, but
relentlessly, Bonnie began squeezing, then crushing, the helpless man. Lying
on her back, she raised her victim up, off the canvas, and suspended him in
the air for several minutes, trapped in her killer legs. At first, Rafe pulled
and plucked, with what little strength he had left in his arms, at her
boa-constrictor thighs, but her vice-grip soon crushed his feeble resistance
and his arms hung limply in the air. Although his body wriggled weakly in her
grasp, the once arrogant male was now completely helpless.

Releasing her scissors, Bonnie firmly grabbed the male wrestler by his hair,
and stood, holding Rafe up by his scalp with one thick, oiled forearm,
displaying her "trophy" to the awe-struck spectators, who began chanting,
"WHO'S BOSS NOW?; WHO'S BOSS NOW?" Rafe was a wreck; he looked like an
old-time cartoon character who had lost a fight; the only things missing were
X's over his eyes. The brawny man's lifeless arms hung down and his tongue
literally hung out of his mouth in total exhaustion. Bonnie lifted the
unresisting Rafe high over her head. Her massive, oiled, boulder-shoulders
gleamed and bulged under the lights and her incredible trapezius muscles
highlighted her massive freaky neck. With her feet spread apart on the mat,
and the big male on top of her fully extended arms, she looked like an Amazon
muscle-queen offering a human sacrifice to the gods. Bonnie exulted in her
triumph, the greatest of her career! She was all smiles now, the predator had
caught and trapped her prey!! Finally, she used her python arms to bend, fold
and twist Rafe up into an untidy ball and squeezed him against her buxom chest
in a murderous "bulldog" hold. The crowd had quieted, in complete awe at this
display of mature female muscle power and wrestling skill. The big man was
sobbing in terror, almost swallowed in her bulging arms as they crushed the
last bit of resistance from his body. Rafe's head was pointed down; he could
dimly see the tiny white triangle of her skimpy sweat-soaked bikini, the top
of her pubic thatch brushing against his face and smell the strong sexual musk
of her dark, deadly thighs. He was barely conscious now; only the pain kept
him from passing out. But he knew it was over. For the first time in his life
Rafe had been outwrestled, outmuscled, and totally dominated on the mat,and by
a massively muscled 65 year old stronglady. "Please put me down," he
whimpered, "I submit; I can't take anymore; YOU'RE THE BOSS; I submit...PLEASE
put me down..YOU'RE THE BOSS!!"

"You said the magic words, sweetie," cooed Bonnie. She relaxed her grip but
added, "Since you're in such a...convenient position, before I put you down
how 'bout givin' me a little help down there?" Rafe knew what she wanted; he'd
do ANYTHING to get free now. Still suspended upside down, cradled inside the
stronglady's arms, he obediently began licking her pubic area on top of her
wet bikini "V" and the triangle of curly hair above it. It was hard to believe
that just minutes before, the bikini muscle stud had strutted on stage,
arrogant and sneering towards all the women in the auditorium. Now he was
helpless, defeated in wrestling by Bonnie, held upside down and desperately
trying to service her with his tongue. "Ooooooh...nice; you've been holding
out on me too long," Bonnie chuckled, then ordered, "faster, deeper, c'mon;
remember you wouldn't go down on me before; make up for it now and LICK your
mistress!!" Rafe slavishly complied, desperate to please. "Ummm, that's
better, beefcake," she allowed, "but let's make things easier for us both!!"
With one tug of her powerful hand, she ripped off her teeny bikini. Now Rafe's
long, slurping tongue probed into her vagina, finding her labia and clit and
vigorously stimulating them. As Rafe's submissive, busy tongue turned her on,
Bonnie began pumping her hips, and catching her breath in short, stacatto
gasps. Finally reaching a small, but delicious orgasm, she gave a girlish
screech and ahhhhhhed happily. Then she pulled up his head and penetrated his
mouth with her tongue in a deep, wet, French kiss. Turning him upside down
once more, she carefully lowered his head to the canvas and began a rotating
motion, playfully "sweeping" its surface with his hair as it hung down. "Who's
wiping with whom?," she asked, facetiously. She gently deposited him on the
mat, where the the exhausted muscle-hunk lay curled at her feet, dizzy from
being held upside down and gingerly holding his badly bruised ribs.

Only now did Judy raise her arm in victory, announcing, "The winner of the
match, by submission, in 37 minutes, Bonnie "Thunderthighs" Reaves!!" It was a
moment of pride for every woman in the hall. Their boss, the lovely, mature,
massively muscled(and now, naked!)Bonnie Reaves had forced one of the world's
top male heavyweight bodybuilders and wrestlers to surrender to her on the
mat. The audience went wild, but the show wasn't over yet. The beefy mature
lady wrestler was in heat! She again sat down, this time on Rafe's chest, and
inching up towards his face, laughed, "OK, big guy, PROVE some more you REALLY
KNOW who's boss!!" Then she mounted his face,forcefully grinding it against
her labia, clearly outlined by her bikini. Rafe was too intimidated by the
fierce musclewoman, and too exhausted, to resist. In less than a minute she
was grunting and groaning in lustful ecstacy, "oooomph, aaaaaaahhhh,
uuuummmph, yes, oh god, yes!!...'bout time you got me in a REAL sweat!!" The
audience roared its approval!

After several minutes of pleasuring herself on the juice soaked face of her
now unconscious instructor, Bonnie easily loaded him on her shoulders, but
instead of walking off the stage, as everyone expected, she announced, "I'm
afraid Rafe has been a very naughty and nasty boy. Like most men he
underestimated the power of a woman, so I'm going to have to...chastise him
before we end the festivities." Turning his big, muscled butt towards the
expectant audience, she grabbed hold of his bikini, and with her beautifully
sculpted, white nails, shredded it, pulled it off, and threw it to the floor.
The once supremely arrogant muscle stud had been stripped buck naked!! The
removal of his bikini had awoken Rafe, and he now realized with horror that
his ordeal was far from over. He felt himself being turned upside down again,
his upper buttocks resting along Bonnie's massive cannonball shoulder, his
head hanging down, along her muscled torso, facing the audience. Bonnie's
mammoth left arm was securely wrapped around his waist. After letting Judy rub
some lubricating oil onto her other hand, Bonnie wrapped it around Rafe's big,
throbbing cock, which hung down like a restless snake. "Oh,
GOD...NO...PLEASE.. NO..." . Rafe was in total humiliation; his life had
become a nightmare. Bonnie began handstroking his engorged phallus as many
women in the audience, watching intently, began touching themselves, fingering
delicately along their labias and seeking their clits. A sexual frenzy was
growing as Rafe's massive 9+ inch dick grew bigger and thicker and more
swollen. His precum was starting to flow and the oil had made his snake
slippery and shiny. Rafe was moaning, Bonnie was stroking, and the audience
was panting with increasing excitement. Finally, the python-like cockhead
exploded in a stream of hot, pungent man-juice, shooting out almost ten feet,
though some of it spattered into the face of the captured Rafe. Bonnie kept
milking and stroking until she had completely drained every last drop of sperm
from the defeated muscleman.

Many women climaxed, a few more swooned, and all the women in the auditorium
gave a long moan of relief.

But even now, Bonnie had not finished with her man. Rotating him, as her
muscles bulged in victory, she "faced" his tush towards the mesmerized lady
execs. Judy handed her a giant black dildo, a big thick monster at least 12
inches long. Rafe could not see it but knew what was about to happen; he
pleaded, "I'm sorry Bonnie; I'm sorry for everything!! I'll do better, please,
I'll do better!!" "You will, lover," the she-hulk replied, "after I discipline
you!!" She carefully worked the head of the monstrous device up into his anus,
and then, after asking the entire audience to count with her,
"One...Two...THREE!!" rammed it up inside Rafe's asshole as far as her
powerful arm could make it go. Rafe's entire body exploded in a convulsion of
sheer, shattering PAIN!! His shrieks were so loud he lost his voice, and began
squealing like a pig! RAM!! JAM!! PUSH!! THRUST!! Four times, the merciless
musclematron impaled the black dildo deeper and deeper inside the squealing
male. Finally, she stopped. The dildo had been driven almost completely inside
Rafe's butt. He had again passed out, though his guttural groans still echoed
through the auditorium.

Turning to her employees, she patted the muscleman's round, impaled rump and
announced, "Well, girls, that's it for tonight. I hope Mr. Macho has learned
never to underestimate a woman again. I'm afraid I have to let him go; I can't
stand losers so I've decided to make MR. OLYMPIA my next boytoy. But if anyone
wants what's left of studly here he'll be out back, with the rest of the
garbage, in about a minute. SEE YOU LADIES NEXT YEAR!!" And with that, the big
she-boss strode off the stage, carrying the moaning muscleman, an unemployed
has-been with a 12 inch dildo stuck up his ass, to the dumpster.

THE END