Mistress Mona's stable, part 2 BY UPLIFTED A tale of four strong men, totally overwhelmed and dominated by one small women Update: 24/09/1997 to misc2 I stared at her defiantly, and she smiled back at me very sweetly, and my blood ran cold. She said, " wont you please put on the pretty suit?" I refused to answer. All of a sudden she grabbed my bicep and squeezed. Once again I experienced that horrible pain, that I remembered from before. I tried to fall to my knees, as the pain was so intense as to cripple me . I found myself bent in agony, dangling from her grasp, as she held me by my bicep. I started to scream, " O God let me go, let go please." She exerted yet more pressure, and I started to cry in panic " O please Im sorry, let me go, I'll put on the suit, O God please let me put on the suit." She released me and I fell to my knees, weeping openly. Mona squatted down to look into my eyes and said, "sometimes I get angry and carried away. You don't want me to get carried away! do you?" I tried to avoid her eyes, and said softly, "no maam". Like a flash she reached down between my legs, and grasping my groin, lifted me, arm extended straight out shoulder high. She stood up still holding me in that position.She said, " I didn't hear you. Let me repeat my question. Do you want to get me angry", and she shook me like a rag doll. I bellowed in open terror, "no I don't, I don't want to see you angry. Please forgive me, O please." My fear of her now completely overwhelmed me. She said, "please forgive me Mistress Mona!" I repeated this word for word, and she drew me close to her, and kissed me on my nose. She said "thats my good little wimp jester. You don't feel like making any jokes now, do you?" I said "no mistress I don't." The mistress put me down and turned away without another word, and I got into the suit as fast as I could. The thing had handles all over, in the back, front, by the arms and legs. About a total of ten in all. When I finished, she gave me the come hither with her finger, and also called Bill to her. Standing behind us she gripped the rear handles of our suits, and said, " its been a long time since we played juggler." Then my stomach rose into my chest, as I felt myself leaving the ground. I sailed above her head and around to her other side. On my way down, I saw poor Bill on his way up. She was juggling five hundred pounds of grown men, as if we were Indian Clubs. This went on for what seemed an eternity. She finally lowered us to the ground saying, ah that feels just great, now I'm starting to get warmed up. She beckoned to Alex, who came over as if to his funeral, and now I understood these men. We were, all four of us as helpless in her hands, as children. He positioned himself as we were. She grasped my suit and Alex's, with two fingers for each handle, Bill with the other. She threw each of us up into the air in consecutive order, catching and throwing each of us, as would a juggler with his Indian clubs. I was beyond amazement, and just became an Indian club, passively being juggled, as did the other two victims. After a period of time, she stopped, not even out of breath, which could't be said for we poor Indian Clubs. She stared ahead, not saying anything, and Don came over without a word. Well you know what happened. She juggled all four of us, as easily as one. Finally our ordeal was over, and the wimps greatfully got out of their suits. As I started to remove mine, her hand arrested me in my purpose. She motioned for the others to leave. When we were alone, she ripped my suit from my body, scopped me up in her mighty arms, and carried me to my quarters. She said "you know, it was necessary for me to discipline you in front of the others. Can't have them getting any ideas. But I must say that I admire your spunk. You must realize what I can do to you if I wanted to. Nevertheless you showed real courage." I said "if courage is groveling and begging, then thank you very much." She said kindly, "what choice did you have, or for that matter, what chance does any man have against me?" " I said "evidently none." She smiled and said, "now little man I am going to ravish you, and there isn't a thing that you can do about it." I asked, if I try, will it anger you, or excite you. She said "good thinking, its always good to find out what my reaction will be. My answer is try as hard as your fragile little body is able. It turns me on." With that she seized me around my waist, and lifted me overhead. Looking at me dangling there, she thought for a while, and then lowered me so my genitals were near her mouth. She inserted me into her mouth, while still hanging over her head. Then holding me tightly, she maneuvered my body back and forth with breathtaking speed. I screamed in passion and almost fainted on orgasm. She held me at rest for a while, and then said , ok and now for the mistress. Turning me completely around, so that my body and hers were in sixty nine position but still off the ground, she forced my mouth into her vagina, while at the same time, inhaling my penis. I lapped at her, while she sucked me. The harder she sucked me, the faster my tongue flew in her vagina. She started to moan, and I felt as if my head would come off. Faster and faster she went, as she drew me back and forth. As I felt the passion build, I circled her box with my throbbing tongue. She started to scream obscenities at me, and I moved my educated tongue back and forth, around and around And then we both came at the same time. I was in great danger as she shook me back and forth in her passion. She was like a mighty ocean, and I was just a poor little raft awash in her undulations. Even though she was convulsing in orgasm, she still was aware of holding me upside down, my penis in her mouth. A fact for which I was grateful. She could have crushed me, or bit my penis off during the fervor of the moment. She turned me around, and cradling my spent body in her arms said, " if you exercise as I say, you will have more stamina". I asked if it were possible to keep up with her, and she answered, "perhaps not but one could try. She put me gently to bed, and said to get some sleep. "You have had quite a busy day my little weak one." She was right about the day being full. I had been abducted, carried off to a remote and secluded place, met and made new friends, been terrorized by an exquisitely beautiful looking woman, juggled and raped. I must admit however, that the rape part was a thing to be long remembered. She left and I slept the sleep of the innocent. I don't really know just how long I slept, but when I awoke I felt restored and eager to get started on this new day. Doing as she had ordered, I started on an exercise routine. I rode the bike, lifted some weights, and swam. After a sauna, and a hot shower, I felt great and anxious to get together with the other men. They weren't in there rooms however, so I explored the mansion from stem to stern. The house was very imposing, and the furniture was rich and opulent. As I inspected the house,I remembered my previous days experience with bitterness. No matter how rich, no matter how beautiful my quarters were, I was when all is said and done, nothing but a slave. I resolved to change this and soon. As I explored the house, I passed the section where we had our little juggling session. Up ahead of the corridor, I heard the tumult of men at play. Hurrying up ahead, I entered a room where the three other men were eating, and entertaining themselves at various games. They welcomed me warmly, inviting me to have a bite to eat. The food was spread on a table in hot dishes. As I ate, they asked me about my night of bliss, elbowing each other in mock seriousness. I said that it was a night that I would never forget, but that I didn't understand their complacency in accepting their situation. Don who as I mentioned before, seemed to be our spokesman, asked me what was the matter. I asked him if he had ever heard of the emancipation proclamation. He said " whats the matter Paul is what happened to you yesterday, still sticking in your craw." I said "yes it is, I don't especially appreciate being manhandled by a man, let alone a women. He said sympathetically, that they all understood, but what would I suggest that we do against such a colossus as Mona. I could see that he was putting me on, and told him that I was serious. He sobered up, and said sympathetically that they all understood, but that he couldn't see what they could do. I looked at these poor men with an understanding so painfully received. I continued, "look, I said, I am not discounting what happened to me yesterday. I never thought that I could be so easily handled and terrorized. When she grabbed my arm and squeezed, I'm not embarrassed to admit that the only thing in my mind at the time was to stop her, and obey her every wish. I said "look, here we are four strong and vigorous men.completely dominated by one little woman. I asked, what does that make us"? their answer in unison was alive. I laughed with them and said, " look guys wouldn't you like the situation to be different, if we could effect a change? Don asked me if I was planning an insurrection? I continued," look were four against one." He said, "may I ask you just one question?" "Of course I answered?" "Can you juggle four men?" I looked at him as if he were nuts, and told him so. He continued " how about three, there are three of us here, discounting you. Lets go into the padded room, and put on the suits, and we can play circus, with your as the juggler." I said, "look Don you know very well that I couldn't even juggle one man, and neither can any of you." He continued unmercifully, "well then how about just throwing me into the air." I said" please Don, cut it out." He said, "alright Paul, but would you allow me to tell you a story, a true story?" I said that I wasn't going any where for a while, and that I would be happy to here his story. He said "let me get you some more coffee, this may take a while." Many years ago Mona took a drive in the country side. She loves nature and stopped at a scenic overlook. As she was admiring the scenery, a hot rod drove up at high speeds, and nearly knocked her over the precipice. As she got up and was brushing herself off, the car stopped right in the middle of the area, blocking all entrance to the overlook. Three toughs emerged from the car laughing, and making lewd remarks. They got out of the car, and two of them leaned against the fender, while the other, who seemed to be the ringleader, approached Mona. Holding his crotch, he approached her and said. "Hey baby, you sure look hot." She answered him sweetly, "don't you realize that you practically knocked me off the mountain?" He said "if not for that we would't have met." And he smirked in the direction of his friends, clutching his genitals. Mona said sweetly that he was right, and started to flirt and sidled up to him. He reached out his hand to encompass her waist, and before he could move,she grabbed hold of his upper arm and squeezed. Well we all know what happened then. His face turned red, and he started to yell in agony. The pain was so devastating that he lost all support in his legs, and just hung from her supporting arm. Without any warning she ripped his clothes from his tormented body, and releasing his arm, let him drop to the ground. He just lay there trying to recuperate, reaching for his abused arm. She grabbed his prick and lifted him in one quick movement, arm extended straight in front of her. He screamed in torment, begging her to put him down. Ignoring his pleas, as if he wern't even there, she carried him over to his two companions, who by this time, were completely cowed. With her other hand, she fondled one of the men, while staring daggers at the other. She asked them innocently, what their names were, and would they like to date her, all the time holding their leader out in front of her, dangling by his cock. They didn't know how to answer her, and looked bugeyed at their tormented friend. She said "what's the matter boys, cat got your tongue?" They stuttered, "n,n,n, no maam." Mona said " my my what nice polite boys, don't you think that such poor little innocents like you should be home in bed?" They answered yes maam, if you say so maam, we will go right to bed as soon as we get home, and they looked at her gray with fear. Pointing to the poor brute, hanging by his dick from her hand, she asked them what his name was. "Curt, maam" , they informed her. She said looking at him," well Curt what are we going to do with you," and she shook him like a little tinker toy. He cried in agony, "O God no more, please put me down lady I'll go quietly, just give me another chance" He had lost all shame in front of his friends, and could only think of release. She said, "you know Curt, I believe you, here let me help you into your car." Walking him to the hot rod, still maintaining her devastating hold on his poor abused prick, he crying like a child in pain, she opened the door. Well I shouldn't say that she exactly opened it, more like she ripped it from its hinges. She said "oops, they sure don't make cars like they used to, do they. The others looked on in fear and amazement as she hurled him through the door, his head and body hitting the sides of the vehicle. Walking around to the other side, she said " here let me help you boys in also." Saying that she preceded to rip the other door off of it hinges, and hurled it over the side of the mountain. With a bow and a flourish, she bade them enter. They did so, shaking with fear. She said "buckle up boys, we would't want anyone to get hurt would we?" Curt looked at her pitifully and said, "please I have no clothes, how can I go home?" She stared at him and said, "get going." Without another word, he started the engine, and floored the accelerator. He gunned the motor, trying to get out of there as soon as possible. The car went no where, and they scratched their heads. Well by now you must realize that Mona was behind the car, holding it back. In panic he gunned the motor again and again. Mona screamed for him to shut off the motor, so as not to flood the carburetor. She approached poor frustrated Curt, in the drivers seat, scratching her head, as if she had no idea what was going on. She said, "Maybe its something under the car. You know I used to repair automobiles. Give me the keys please." He hurriedly handed them to her. She said lets see what's doing underneath. With no more ado, she crawled underneath, and said, "let see what we have here. I don't see anything, hm, maybe this, and the car started to rise. At first the toughs didn't understand what was going on. They just felt the auto moving under them. One of them looked out of the car and got the shock of his life, as he and the car was about six feet off the ground. They looked at each other in panic, and started to scream, Oh God please no. Mona from underneath the car, called out, maybe this, and the car started to revolve, at first slowly, and then faster and faster. They screamed and wet themselves. Finally after she had had her fun, she lowered the auto to the ground. Getting out from under the car, she said, "I can't find anything wrong, here try it again," and handed him the keys. They were completely and totally shaken to their very bones. Curt's hand shook violently, as he accepted the keys gingerly from her. As she looked into the car she was surprised to see another person there. He was just a young boy, perhaps fifteen years old. He was lying on his side, shaking and lying in the fetal position. She asked, her voice shaking with emotion, "what is this child doing here with you?" Mona is a sucker for young people. One of the men explained that his parents had been killed accidently in a gang fight. She looked at the young boy sympathetically , and then looked daggers at the three gang members, who shook with fear. She told the youngster not to be afraid, that she wouldn't hurt him for the world. She reached for him, and he recoiled in terror. She tried to calm him, by speaking softly and sweetly, "don't be afraid little one she said, I just want to help you. Reaching for him, he collapsed into her arms, crying uncontrollably. She lifted him out of the car, and cradling him in her arms, rocked him back and forth like a little child. She told the three creeps to sit tight, and not to move a muscle if they knew what was good for them. They all agreed in unison to just sit there, as if they had any choice in the matter. She removed the keys from the ignition, just in case they decided to leave before she had finished with them. She carried the boy over to her car, and asked him how had he been living since the death of his parents. Sobbing he said that he had been just surviving on the streets. She asked him what he was doing with these creeps, and bursting out in fresh tears, he said that they had forced him to come along. She asked him if he would like to come and live with her. Not having anything better, he jumped at the chance. Placing him in her car, she told him to wait until she dispatched his friends. He said "Maam they aren't my friends, I was forced to be in the gang." Mona said that she realized this, and not to worry. He said "maam may I ask just one more question? She said of course. He asked shaking "your not going to lift and spin this car around are you?" Laughing she assured him that he had nothing to worry about. Returning to the terrified men, she said I should kill you all, forcing such a young boy into your shitty gang, and teaching him your hateful ways. Curt said, his voice shaking, please lady he was alone and we felt sorry for him. At least he had something to eat, and people to take care of him. She said "ok I can't disprove what you say, although I doubt it, but pay close attention to what I am about say", and she grabbed poor Curt by his neck. "These are your marching orders. When you get home you will disband the gang. You will be instrumental in dissolving other gangs. You will go out of your way to help your neighbors, especially the elderly, who I am sure you have been terrorizing. "Oh no" they insisted that it wasn't true. She said, "did I give you permission to speak, and she lifted the drivers side of the car high off the ground. They almost shit in their pants, and got very quite. Good she said, And now if I have your authorization, I'll just continue, she said sarcastically. Give me your wallets, and they handed them over to her without a peep. Looking at their drivers licences, she said that she knew the neighborhood, and that it was pretty bad there. She continued, "I will be seeing you boys in about a month, and I expect to see many changes for the better in that time. Shaking with fear they assured her that they would try their best. She lifted the car again and shook it violently. She said holding the car on its side they falling to the rear, "you will do much better then that, is that clear?", and now she lifted the car completly off of its wheels and over her head. They started to scream and pleaded, oh God miss we will do everything that you say , please put the car down. Lowering the auto as gently as a feather, she said " very good boys, I think we are starting to come to a meeting of the minds, nes pah"? Shaking their heads miserably, they agreed to everything, that she had said, and to some that she had not even specified. Patting each man on his head as if they were little boys, she said "scat", and without another words encouragement, Curt floored the ignition and got the hell out of there.