Memoirs of a female Rapist By Uplifted Chapters 3 and 4 Chapter three. Development of the Guardian The next day, his battered body was found not half a block, from the police station. A number of bones had been smashed, and his jaw was shattered beyond repair. They found him dressed only in his underpants, a note pinned to it. It read, "this is the fate, of those who would dare to harm my sisters. Rapists and female abusers beware." It was signed the Gaurdian of womenkind. The police were puzzeled. "Who could inflict so much damage, to the man who had terrorized the female population. At first it was thought, that some husband of an attemped rape victim, had caught him in the act. A very large husband. When however the creeper had cried out in his delirium, "Is she still there? Oh God, please keep her away from me." The case took on even more mystifying overtones. It seemed absurd , that a women had done this. The note was analyzed by a handwriting expert, and the amazing conclusion, was that it had indeed been written by the hand of a women. The police although happy to have this man in custody, felt upstaged. After all they had been trying to catch him for a number of years. An attempt was made to keep the story under wraps, but in these days of unrestricted media, a sensational story such as this one was impossible to suppress. It made the front pages, and was the talk of the entire city. It was even reported in many other areas of the country, and became a source of delight for many a standup comedian. One such joker quipped feigning extreme fear, "Oh God lady, if I'm a good boy and eat all of my vegetables, would you drag me to your cave?" But once again I get ahead of my story. Laila woke the next morning feeling elated. The previous night was still alive, as she played it over and over in her head.The thrill of the obliteration of this man was indescribable. She felt so alive, all powerful. "Rapists beware" , she repeated her warning in the note, rolling the phrase around and around on her tongue. She knew exactly what she must do now. Allen, dear sweet Allen, was her next project. Oh she wouldn't do to him what she had done to the creeper. He was such a beautiful man, and she did so much adore him. But things would have to change. No one would take advantage of her any longer. She would subdue and frighten him into getting what she wanted, nothing more. After all he was a decent man, and meant well. He just needed to be taught. But subduing Allen, would not be as easy as had been the rapist. He was larger, stronger, and in much better condition then had been her luckless victim. Not that she doubted that she could handle him. Her encounter with the creeper last night, had convinced her of that. Nevertheless she wanted it to be easy, devastatingly so. "How does one handle a child in a tantrum?" she asked herself. "Why you pick him up, and hold him immoble until he calms down." The thought of poor sweet Allen held impotent and immobile was titillating. She imagined him kicking and bucking, until he realized that it was of no use. Finally he would settled down in her arms, spent and helpless. All day long she found it difficult to concentrate on work. At lunch she locked herself in her office, and searched the yellow pages. Under the title of personal trainers, she found a small add, in the left hand corner of the page. (D. Kuzari, specializing in weight and strength training.) When she noticed that the address of the gym was on the other side of town, and in an out of the way neighborhood, she called immediately. "D. Kuzari Gymnasium" a feminine voice answered. "Hello" "I am calling in response to your ad in the yellow pages." Can I meet with Mr. Kuzari?" The women asked her if she was free at 6.30 that night, and an appointment was made. Arriving promptly, she was greeted at the front desk, by a pretty red headed women. "Hi", I am Ann Sinclair" she said, giving the false name that she had decided upon. "I have an appointment to see Mr. Kuzari." The women pointed down the hallway, "Third door on the left. Go right in, he's expecting you." Just the same she knocked on the door, before entering. "Come in", a low gruff masculine voice instructed her. Entering she saw him sitting behind a desk, immersed in paperwork. Only his upper torso was visible, but that was quite enough. He had a bull like neck which tapered into massive shoulders. His arms where those of a body builder, a very large one. Seeing her, his eyes lite up like traffic lights. She knew the look of male admiration, she had experienced it often enough in her young life. It didn't bother her, on the contrary she was flattered. "Oh these dear precious men," she thought. "I do love them so." He stood to greet her, and was even more impressive then she had expected. He certainly dwarfed Allen, and was probably six feet five. No doubt he had at least 50 to 75lbs on Allen, who weighed in at 220lbs. Coming around his desk, hand extended in greeting, "ah Miss Sinclair I presume. Perhaps there is some mistake. You see I don't do aerobics, or body shaping, not that you need much shaping" he said pleasantly. "I can set you up with our aerobics instructor if you would like." "No mistake Mr. Kuzari "Laila, nee Ann said. "Your ad distinctly said weight and strength training, did it not?" "Certainly Maam," he assured her. "Is that why your here, he asked incredulously?" "Is that so surprising Mr. Kuzari? Don't you train women in this discipline? I had thought that in this day and age, women were doing everything." He waved his hands good naturedly. "Please Ms. Sinclair, it's not that. I have a number of lady clients, who I train for strength. It's just that they are body builders, and weight lifters in competition. Is that what you are interested in?" "Certainly not" she said. I just want to improve myself. Old people return to college with no thought of anything except personal fulfillment. This is a way to fulfill myself. Can you understand that?" Smiling he said, "of course, please come with me." She liked the big man instinctively. Directing her down a corridor, he entered a smallish room containing weight lifting equipment. "Ms Sinclair, I assume that you have appropriate clothing to work out with." "I have shorts and a tee shirt like blouse underneath my dress, and please call me Ann." "Thank you Ann, I'm Dave," he retorted, " and I'm sure that your clothing will be just fine." Escorting her to a tiny cubicle in the side of the room, she removed her dress and overblouse. Stepping out from the cubicle she saw that light in his eyes again, and smiled encouragingly. It wouldn't do to make him angry at this stage, besides he seemed to be a perfect gentleman. "Well now Ann, lets see if we can get some idea of your potential ." He showed her to a peice of equipment that she had seen on TV. "This wooden bench and its weights, are for an exercise that we call for the lack of a better word, a bench press. Please lie down and let me get you some weights." The barbell behind the bench had a great deal of weight on it, or so it seemed to her. He replaced them with much smaller and presumedly lighter weights. Carrying the lightened bar over to her, he instructed her to grip it , with arms extended. "Doesn't it seem a bit light to you Dave" she asked. "Of course it is Ann. One can always add heaver weights later. I don't want you getting hurt. Besides I don't have much insurance, and you don't seem to know your way around weights. Am I right in my assumption that this the first time that you have lifted?" " Ditto to that" she said. He brought the 100lb weight to her upraised arms and said, "Now just do your best. Lower it gently to your chest, and then push it up. I'm right behind you so don't worry." Doing as instructed, she lowered it, and then lifted with a sudden upward thrust. It was new to her and her fingers were loosely wrapped around the weight. It rose with startling speed, leaving her unclasped hands and flew up six feet in the air. Quickly Kuzari reached for her, and dragged her off of the bench, just before it came crashing to where her body would have been. "Whew" he said. Well I guess a heavier weight is in order." And then quietly to himself, "well I'll be a son of a bitch." Adding fifty lbs. to the barbell he said, "slower this time, and for Gods sake keep your fingers tightly closed, I don't need my studio destroyed", and he smiled good naturedly. "Sorry Dave, I think that I have the knack of it now". Placing the heavier weight on her chest, he walked backwards a few paces and said "ok Ann go ahead." She pushed it up without any effort. Scratching his head he exclaimed, "well well what do we have here?" He added another 50lbs. Laila was thinking about Allen's vaunted 250lb. bench press. "Look Dave" she added, that last lift was much too easy, why don't you just go ahead and add 100lbs. to the bar." The poor bewildered giant just looked at her in open mouthed wonderment. Without another word he did as she asked, shaking his head and muttering to himself. This time it was no bed or roses. The weight offered her a major challenge. Lowering it slowly to her chest, she took in a few inhaling breaths. Then pushing straight up, without any technique at all, the bar lifted slowly off of her lovely chest. She did battle against the huge weight, feeling a sense of rapture, as she strove to master it . To her it was the enemy. Up and up it went, until her elbows locked in triumph. D. Kuzari was there immediately to lift it off of her. Shaking his head at the amazing women before him, he whistled and said, "My God where did you come from lady, Krypton?" Smiling at his shocked visage she asked, "surely Dave there are women who can do better that that." "Oh yes there are, but they are much bigger and heavier then you, and furthemore they have had years of weight training." "Come on Dave" she enjoined, lets try one last lift. Twenty five more pounds should just about be my limit." "Dear God I should hope so" he exclaimed." He added the extra weight and handed it to her gingerly, ashamed to be struggling with it himself. She held the mighty weight over her chest for what seemed to be minutes. Then deeply gulping in air, she lowered it to her chest, striving to keep it from crashing down upon her. It touched down upon her bosom crushing her with its enormity. Holding her breath against the mammoth weight, she inhaled and focused all of her attention upon the emmense barbell. She screamed and pushed, almost blacking out. And then amazingly, gloriously, the tremendous thing rested over her prone body. She screamed, "Dave! get it off." He was there struggling to lift it off of her, muttering in shock. She exhaulted, "Poor sweet Allen and his 250lb. bench press," she thought. "Well Dave what do you think" she asked the amazed giant. "Right now I don't know what to think" he said. All my preconceived notions, shattered beyond recognition. He breathed "your magnificent." Her laugh tinkled like sleigh bells. "Thank you kind sir" she said. Is there anything more that we have to do, before setting up a schedule? "Not that it makes a hell of a difference, but just humor me a while longer. This is called a clean and press" he said. "Lift with your legs and not your back, and then simply overhead. Here, might as well try 225lbs." "Don't you think that it's a bit much for little ole me," she flirted. "Sweety, don't try that little ole me stuff on me, you have the strength of a steveodore," "I'm not entirely sure if that was a compliment " she pouted. "Take it from me Ann, it's more then a compliment, it's a tribute from one humbled man. Laughing she said, "you really are a cutie, aren't you? Dave quipped, better a live cutie then a dead macho man." Snickering she approached the heavy weight and squatting down as Dave had instructed, struggling the weight to her chest. She moved it slightly to achieve balance, and then pushed with only brute force. The poor weight didn't have a chance. Up it went, as she struggled to steady herself under it. Her arms locked in triumph, as the smallish women held almost twice her weight overhead. Lowering her massive burden to the floor, she had poor Dave shaking his head in shock. "That wasn't two difficult for you was it " he asked rhetorically? "On the contrary " she answered, "it was quite a struggle." "I'm beginning to think that there is nothing that you can't do," he said. "Ann he continued, "I have a proposition for you." "Why Dave I hope it's not an indecent proposal," she giggled shamlessly. Kuzari laughed good heartedly, and spreading his hands out as if in surrender asked, "do I look suicidal to you Ann?" "The big strong man afraid of the little lady? Come now Dave." "Let me tell you something little lady", he exclaimed. I have been in this business for over twenty years. I started lifting at the age of fourteen, and when I was twenty four, and could press two hundred and fifty I felt great. Now here comes this little women, and makes me feel like a wimp. If you think thats easy to swallow, then just look at my red blushing face." She felt such feelings of warmth for this gentle giant. Quickly she changed the subject, trying not to embarrass the dear man any further. "So what's your proposition.?" she asked. Rolling a thought around in his head he asked, "how would you like to train for the Olympics?" "Are you in earnest" she asked surprised. " I have never ingaged in serious competition before, let alone something as difficult and time consuming as the olympics." Besides those women are serious lifters. What chance would I have against any of them?" "Your asking the wrong question Ann, he said. "The proper one would be, what chance would any of them have against you."? Do you know that the heaviest weight so far lifted is 345lbs, by a women much heavier then are you? Furthemore she has been in the sport most of her adult life. No my dear lady, I have not the slightest hesitation to say, that within a short time you would blow them all away." "Well thats quite something to think about, and I do appreciate your confidence in me. Lets wait a while and see how I do with the program, Ok Dave?" Laila had absolutely no intention of following up on his invitation. She had other fish to fry. She felt a sense of guilt over her intention to quit, as soon as she felt that she could carry on alone. And besides she had developed a genuine affection for the big man. In any case what she had in mind needed absolute anonymity. She returned the next day, and the next. It was agreed that her workouts would be almost every day. One devoted to heavy lifting, while the second day would contain various exercises for general strength training, as well as being of the cardio aerobic variety. Just as he had anticipated her potential was astonishing, going far beyond anything that he had previously encountered. Two weeks from their first meeting, she had shot up in the bench press from 275lbs, to 325lbs. Her standing press of 280lbs, was an improvement of 60lbs. One month had her in reach of the womens record for clean and press. Dave was delirious with joy over her progress, and invariably brought up the subject of competition with her. "Sweetheart I can make you a rich women, and I could certainly use the 10% managers fee." Laila strung him along with a "we'll see a little later, when I am a bit more confident of my strength." Two months was the time that she set, for breaking her ties with him. She had been purchasing equipment all along. Finally the day arrived. Two months to the day, and she had shattered the womens overhead lift record by a good fifty lbs. "Ann, believe it or not you and I are now about equal. I have been out of competition for a number of years, when my best lift was 450lbs. I can do no better then your 400 lbs at this stage in my career. Does that tell you just how unbelievable you are?" The big man seemed to be holding something back. Something that he desperately wanted to ask of her. As a women of experience with the opposite sex, she felt this instinctively. He was like a little boy with a favor to ask of his mommy, but knowing that it was not quite seemly, was afraid to broach the subject. "Ah Ann I wonder if you would ahm, oh never mind." It was almost comical, yet at the same time precious. "What is it Dave" she asked. Can I do something for you.? "Ah, ah, no its to embarrassing" his face turning crimson red. "Now look little boy" she exclaimed, "I'm beginning to lose my patience with you. You really don't want to see me angry do you"? she said folding her arms commandingly. "No no" he laughed, holding his hands out in front of him placatingly. "I have already explained to you how important life is to me." So, out with it before I make of you a live weight." she threatened. He turned as red as a beet, and then she understood. It was no threat to him, but a promise of future delight. "So that's what it is" she said to herself. "I'll never understand the dear sweet little things. Come here" you have been a bad boy, and mommy has to put you up on that shelf" she said pointing to a rack above their heads. He came over to her, his head hanging down like a small boy. She smiled at the incongruousness of this behemoth of a man, who wanted with all of his heart to be lifted overhead by this small lady. "Ah well" she mused, such are the vicissitudes of life and love. He stood before her, his head hanging down upon his chest, looking for all the world like the poor helpless males, that would be her future stock and trade. Placing one hand on his chest near his armpit She said, "now let's see if I remember your instructions correctly. Her other hand creeped through his groin near to his genitals. Bending down she brought the ecstatic man to her chest. Moving his bulk around to gain leverage and proper position, she asked, "Dave, what is today's date." Looking at her quizzically, he answered shaking like a leaf," December 15th. Why do you ask?" Pushing his bulk easily up and overhead she screamed, "Merry Christman Dave." Looking up at the helpless giant ,she saw his bursting erection threatening to break through his pants. Chuckling inwardly she said to herself, "well and why not." "How are thing up there Dave" she asked. Shaking and almost in tears of passion, he breathed, "your magnificent. Will you marry me if I eat all of my spinach?" "Make me laugh and you could land on you head Popeye." She said exploding in wild fits of mirth. She brought his bulk down to her chest once more, amazed at the ease with which she could handle the shaking man. His face was near to hers, as he stared at her in adoration. Blowing him a soft kiss she asked, "Sweety when is your birthday?" "Very soon" he replied. "Well then" she said, and started to sing the happy birthday song to him. As many of you may know, it contains only four short phrases . Each was accompanied with its own overhead rep. Upon completion of her little concert, she noticed that his erection was gone, only to be replaced by a dark wet spot. "Time to come down now sweety" she said, lowering him ever so gently and lovingly to the ground. When Dave was finally able to get a hold of himself, that is emotionally, he fell to his knees before her, and kissed her hand. "Thank you Ann. I'll never forget this as long as I live. Who could ask for a better christmas and birthday present." Little did poor Dave Kuzari understand that it was also a going away present. Chapter four. Incident at the office, and it's Allen's turn. She continued her workouts alone, and her progress was astonishing. Within six months she had broken the male super heavyweight lift record. Huge men weighing upwards of three hundred and fifty pounds. For all intents and purposes she was the most powerful human on the face of the earth. Seven hundred lbs. was in sight. She tried to slow down, afraid of her own strength. When she greeted clients she handed them the fish hand, terrified of shattering fragile bones. At that time an incident at the office threatened to give her away. An accountant who did periodic work for the firm, arrived to work on the books for the quarterly tax payment. The man was an oily irritant, who was generally loathed by the secretaries . He considered himself quite a ladies man, and especially had an eye for Laila. She kept her distance from this troll, but he always seemed to be nearby. If she exited her office she would somehow bump into Clyde the snide, as the girls of the secretarial pool called him. When she would be giving instructions to one of the girls, somehow his ass would brush against hers. If she had to talk to him about finances, his slimy hands would be all over her, touchee feelee. He became increasingly bolder as time went by. To her he was like a snake that slithered on its belly. She remembered back six months ago when the rapist who she had destroyed, had crawled on his stomach before her. She longed to reduce him to that, right in front of the entire office staff. But that was immposible. Anonymity was her game, at least at this point in time. "Clyde keep your slimy hands off of me" she told him through clenched teeth. "Methinks the lady doth protesteth to much" said our budding Shakespeare. "The next time I'll protesteth with my fisteth" she warned. "Dear lady if you prick me do I not bleed?" he smiled his shit eating grin, showing a mouth full of broken filthy teeth. Laila angrily picked up a round ornament from one of the girls desks, and holding it up as if it were a severed head recited, "Ah Yorik I knew him well." Laughing he said, "your quite a women aren't you dear Laila, trying to circle his arm around her waist. That was all she wrote for our poor fetid Bard. "Son of a bitch" she yelled as her hands flew to his waist. His next conscious thought was "my God how did I get up here"? She held his frightened body over her head, his feet hanging down to her knees. "You damn cock sucker" she bellowed, and she shook him like a raggedy Andy doll, his head bobbing back and forth uncontrollably on his mangy neck. His mouth opened and closed in rapid succession, uttering not a sound. His eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets. She heard the rapid intake of breath just behind her, and the awed comment, "did you see what I saw? Rapidly coming to her senses, she dropped her load on the desk, and fell into a chair as if in shock. Clyde quickly slithered away as she was surrounded by females. "Good God how did you do that Laila" Did you see that ass holes face? Looks like the prick made a rapid exit." They were gushing , each trying to talk to her at one time. "Laila Laila how did you do that" they asked again. Looking at them as if coming out of a daze she said, "do what. What are you talking about?." "Why you almost destroyed Clyde the asshole", said one admiring women. "What are you talking about" she repeated? One women attemped to come to her rescue. "Insulin! that's what it is." she said. "Adrenalin you jerk!" said another. "Yeah that's it said the first." What the hell are you talking about pee brain" asked another. "Didn't you ever hear of the stories of a kid trapped under a car? Along comes his mother and lifts it until the kid is pulled out from under. Adrenalin" she repeated. And so the strange event was hushed up but hardly forgotten. At least the girls stopped talking about it, especially since Laila continued to claim no memory of the incident. Allen of course was completly unaware of the little escapade. One hardly discusses minor office events with the boss. After this close call, she was extremely careful in dealing with men. It wouldn't do to give herself away, especially since she hadn't even started on her crusade. To her it would be a civic duty, and she could hardly wait to get started cleaning out the scum. Now she slowed down in her training routine. My God" she thought, "isn't pressing 700lbs. enough?" Still her remarkable apptitude for acquiring strength continued. Within one year except for maintaining what she had accomplished, she stopped altogether. She was benching an astonishing 950lbs and pressing 895lbs, leaving all men patheticly behind. She had made herself, no doubt with the aid of her astounding genetic constitution, unarguably the most powerful human on the face of the earth. Now it was time to confront Dear Allen. Although she was proud of what she had accomplished, She remained uneasy about her extraordinary strength. Allen as a proud man, would most certainly not give up without a fight. She prayed that he could be convinced to accede to her demands without force. Remembering the rapist that she had dispatched so easily, she was terrified that she would hurt the dear man. After all, she did love him so. She waited patiently for the propitious moment. By necessity it would have to be after office hours, when they would be alone. Days turned into weeks, and still no request from Allen to stay late. Still it would have to be soon. Inventory season was upon them. Finally a memo "Laila, please reserve next Wednesday as a late night, Allen." This was it. She could hardly contain her excitement, as the day of reckoning approached. The office staff had left for the day and they were having dinner, delivered by that great little deli on the corner. They sat in his office munching pastrami sandwiches, with potato salad and kosher pickles, washed down with cream soda. Allen was in as expansive mood. "You know Laila , I want you to know just how much I appreciate all the hard work that you have put into this firm. In the past few years, you have been instrumental in the growth of this business. I think that a new title, to go along with your raise and bonus are in order." He expected her to be elated, instead she remained quite. "Well Laila, how does that strike you" he asked? She remained thoughtful for a time and finally said quitely, "that won't be enough this time Allen." This was almost like a slap in the face. He stared hard at her. "What do you mean not enough? Perhaps I have been working you to hard. Would you like a paid vacation in the Bahamas" he asked seriously. "No Allen, no vacation, no raise, and no bonus." "Then what" he said uneasily. "There's only one thing that I want. No that I demand, and that is to become an equal partner in the business with you." Staring at her incredulously ,he said softly as if to take the bite out of his statement, "that's something that could never happen Laila." "Look Allen" she continued, "have you noticed the profits that this business has taken in, since I came to work for you? In the last few years I have raked in millions for this firm." "I'm not underestimating your contribution to the success of the business Laila," he answered. "It's just that I started it alone. I took it from a small local agency, to a flourishing national entity, respected everywhere in our industry." "Yes Allen and I helped you to make it what it is today" Laila answered vehemently. Allen shook his head sadly." I'm sorry Laila. If there is anything that I can do, to show my regard for your work, fine, but a partnership is just out of the question." Laila sighed. Rising from her chair, she stepped around to his side, and plopping herself down on the desk top, planted her foot in his chest. Quickly pushing hard, he was crushed back against his seat, and would have toppled over except for the saving wall just inches behind him. His mouth opened and closed , speechless with shock. "You know Allen" she said angrily, "your being most unfair as well as bullheaded. I deserve this, and there is not a thing on earth, that will keep me from attaining my goal." And she pushed harder. In total shock he felt the crushing power of her leg. Clutching at her ankle, he attempted to remove it from his poor abused chest. He couldn't help looking up her dress, past her creamy thighs to her pink panties. Now Allen started to panic, unable to take a deep breath. The pressure from her foot was inconceivable. He screamed in strangled articulation, "what's happening here. Let me let me," his face turning purple with impotent anger. Laila for her part, kept close watch on the struggling man. She loved him so, and was terified that she would unintentionally go to far, not really understanding the extent of her power. He started to turn white, and in fear she removed her leg from his chest. Falling forward his head on the desk, he drew in large amounts of air as if his life depended on it. Laila waited until he had recovered. "Allen please, you really can't fight me on this." "The hell with you, you bitch," he bellowed furiously. She clutched his ribs just under his armpits, and snatching him out of his chair, held him up over her head, his legs hanging down inches from the floor. He screamed frantically, "what's happening here, this can't be." "I assure you that it can and is happening. Now what about my partnership" she asked? "God damn you" he yelled, and starting kicking and squirming in her grasp, his legs finding purchase on nothing but air. "Allen please don't make me hurt you," she pleaded. He stared down at her from his position of helpless impotency. Grabbing for the arms that held him so powerless, he was aghast at the feel of burnished steel. He felt her hands pushing together ,as if to crush the life out of him. Again he started to kick and squirm in her grasp. "Damn damn, put me, put me." Of course the entire phrase was put me down, but how could our big macho Allen, ever admit that a little women was doing this to him. Laila sighed again, somehow causing his bowels to churn within him. Now his eyes bulged out of his sockets. Now his hands flew to his head, tearing at his hair, as the pain from his caving in ribs increased. He looked down at her in horror. She didn't seem to be really trying to exert any undue pressure. And yet he had a vision of her hands joining together, his heart and lungs burst asunder. "Didn't she understand what she was doing to him" he thought in agony? He inhaled, that is he wanted to inhale. It would have become as possible to do so, as would lifting a cadilac from his chest. "Stop" he screamed, " please God, make it stop. Stop, before it's too late," he cried brokenly. Relieved he felt the pressure lessen, as Laila afraid of doing permanent damage let up on his poor ribs. He hung from her hands, spent and breathing heavily. "Whatever she wanted he prayed inwardly, I'll give her anything . Only "please God don't let her squeeze me again." He stared at her shaking in horror, wondering what she would do next. She sat him down on the desk, looking at him with love and compassion. He misinterpreting the look, turned white with fear pleading "please Laila don't hurt me again, the partership is yours, anything anything Oh God" he cried brokenly placing his hands on his damaged ribs. Placing her hands under his thighs and around his back, she lifted him tenderly and cradled him in her mighty arms." Hush" she said. "It's all right my darling, I'm not going to hurt you any more." His hand's went around her head ,and he nuzzled her neck seeking succor. He breathed unto the back of her head and cried "Oh God don't hurt me , please don't hurt me." Darling" she said as softly as a lamb, " I told you that I wouldn't hurt you, please calm down." It didn't stop him. He kept crying out, "don't hurt me , oh please don't hurt me. "What the hell is going on here" she thought. "Allen please, angel I'm not going to hurt you anymore." It was no use. He wouldn't stop. "Please don't hurt me. please don't hurt me. It was like a mantra. Over and over again. "Oh God, oh God, please, please." Her hand went to the back of his head, keeping her elbow in place careful not to drop him. Gently she turned his face to hers, and looked hard into his eyes. She knew the look of love on a man's face, or at least of lust. She also knew the look of fear. But the look that she saw on his face, was one of adoration. His eyes glistening with soft tears of joy, he breathed the words, "oh God your magnificent." This set her back on her heels. "Well I'll be a son of a bitch," she thought. I'll never understand the dear sweet things. My big strong macho man Allen, with his little black book as big as the yellow pages. His beautiful sculptured body. His bulging muscles and adorable little 250lb. weights. A closet submissive." "Well all right" she would play his little game. "Allen, if you don't simmer down right now, I'm going to have to punish you." She smiled inwardly at his frightened look. He had to know now that this was just a game, yet he kept repeating his plea, begging her not to hurt him. Moving her hand under his rump, she slung his surprised body over her shoulder. Her free hand went around his back to hold him immobile. "I warned you not to make such a racket", she said. Your behaving like a silly little fool. Will you stop that caterwauling or do you want the hiding of your life?" If she could only have seen his face as he repeated his mantra over and over again, she would have laughed out loud. For all of his wailing, the look on his face was like that of the cat that had eaten the canary. "All right Allen have it your way", Whack Ow, Whack Ow. Ever careful not to injure the beautiful creature. He seemed to be just fine, so this time she smacked his rear end with more force. He was quite. Again, still no sound. "So far so good." Yet again, this time with increasing ferocity. An indrawn breath, a whimper. Harder still, a valiant attempt at bravery. Bitting of the lip, piteous cry and a sudden shriek of anquish, the inevitable outcry, "Oh God Laila stop not again". The sound of sincerity ringing in her ears. "Damn" she thought , "I just can't seem to get the hang of this. How can I know if he is serious or just play acting? How do I control this terrible strength of mine?" Beating the shit out of a rapist or a female batterer was one thing. Some she wouldn't hesitate beating to death. They were the scum of the earth. Allen, her dear sweet Allen was another matter all together. His voice in tearful admiration whispered,"what are you?" Placing one hand on his behind, the other under his armpit, she lifted him from her shoulder and sat him on the palm of her hand. His open mouthed bug eyed stare was almost comical. "What I am my sweet, is the one who brings extasy or agony. Which do you prefer?" He grinned quick to recover, much to her relief. "Scarry lady, I opt for the former if you please." "And if I don't please" she asked ever so sweetly?" "Why then you scarry creature, I'll start a racket that will wake the dead. Begging, pleading and crying , I'm quite good at it you know." "All right all right I surrender" she grinned, kissing him on the nose. With her free hand, she finger walked from his belt to the top button of his shirt, singing the eensy speensy spider. A little jingle that adults sing to babies to evoke joyous laughter. "What the hell am I anyway an infant?" he asked, trying to stifle a delighted chuckle. "Yes you are my little snookums, now shut up before mommy tans your pretty hide again." He laughed at her in spit of himself. So sweet, so adorable, the ultimate in feminine charm. Yet how terrifying she was, to be scorned at a mans peril. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pushed the top button of his shirt through its loop. Straightening out his lapels she caressed his neck, chucking him under the chin. He was breathing heavily, as her fingers decended to the second button. Torturously she undid it, taking her own sweet time. His mouth open, his eyes glazed, he whispered "please please." Smiling fondly she kissed those whispering lips. Spreading the top of his shirt further open, she inserted her hand softly unto his heaving chest, tickling the soft hairs of his stomach. He breathed inward in short gasps, as a child at the end of a crying jag. The third button lay closed, as she circled it with her finger. Allen leaned forward as if willing her to hurry, to end this delicious torture. "Laila' he whimpered, "have you no pity? What are you doing to me?" She laughed that soft musical bell like sound of her's. "Sh baby be patient, it will be over all too soon." The third joined the first two, displaying his heaving navel. One button remained above his belt. That which remained beneath strained to reach out to her. He could stand it no longer. With the impatience of masculine impetuosity, he reached for his shirt attempting to rip it from his back. His reward was a stinging slap on the wrist. "Your not calling the shots now" she warned him. You will sit quietly on the palm of my hand, like the good little boy that you are." I can't take it any more" he pleaded. "You would be surprised what a man can take, when he has no choice" said the exquisite creature that held him so helpless. "Your merciless" he cried, shaking with desire. Trembling with restrained emotion, his eye's nevertheless revealed a joy he had never known. Delicious torture infinitly prolonged. "Oh Lord let it never end" he prayed. Reaching for the fourth button, she mouthed " I love you my darling" and quickly ripped it from his shirt. Looking into his eyes her tongue playing lightly over her lips. Allan could only gasp helplessly as she played out her little game. Gently she undid his belt, pushing the tongue carefully through its opening. Loosening it by drawing it through its loops, she drew down his zipper, careful not to catch it on his exposed penis. "Mustn't damage God's little gift to womenkind must we," she joked. In spite of his agonized passion he couldn't help laughing along with her. It would take a few more steps to completely denude him. Gently she slid his trousers over his hips, and halfway down his thighs. Poor Allan, or perhaps I should say lucky Allan just sat there, his eyes tightly shut as if that could somehow contain his emotions. He kept repeating "please oh please Laila." Now the only thing keeping his pants up, was her hand planted firmly on his ass. Gently she reached between his legs, her left hand extending towards his rear. Lightly she brushed the bottom of his scrotum with her forearm, sending silver shivers flowing down his spine. Reaching her destination, she plunged her index finger up his rear and into his rectum. He almost leaped from her hand crying, "oh God don't do this to me. Do you think that I'm made of iron?" "Lean forward angle face." Lie your sweet bod upon Mommy arm." Shaking his head in bewilderment he lay meekly across her bicep, his hands clutching her neck. His eyes searched hers seeking protection. Protection from what? From her of course. She could and would do with him anything that struck her fancy, only be merciful he pleaded inwardly. Releasing her other hand from his butt, his trousers fell from his hips unaided. Now except for his pants hanging around his shoes, he was as naked as the day that he was born. "Shall we remove everything baby?" Lifting him so that his knees were level with her forehead, her finger still vibrated within his helpless rectum. He was overcome with emotion and passion and unable to contain himself, his mantra rang out, "Oh God don't hurt me, please don't." Smiling she translated for herself. " I love and adore you, your magnificent, please please take me." outwardly she gently mocked him with her own mantra. "Amni padme ohm, amni padme ohm." Now that she had completely stripped him, she held him out in front of her. "God Allen your a beautiful man." He sat there bewildered, tongue tied. "Don't you acknowledge a compliment" she asked.? "Ah yes yes, thank you Laila. I hardly know what to say to you. I ah I ah, I feel so strange." "Strange good, or strange bad" she taunted? "Please don't mock me Laila. How many men have been made love to by a women, while sitting on the palm of her hand? "Oh my God" he breathed in awe, "all those wasted years on bimbo's, and you were there all the time." Tenderly she brought him close, and kissed him gently on his upturned lips."Time for the good stuff baby." Maneuvering both hands to his hips she lifted him slightly overhead, so that his scrotal sack hung down just above her lips. "Spread your beautiful thighs appart just a bit angel face" she coaxed him. He did so meekly complaining " I feel so strange and helpless" "Strange I don't know about, but helpless, Oh yeah", she answered. Quickly her tongue darted out to flick the underside of his scrotum. He lurched moaning piteously. Lowering him into her mouth her tongue circled his balls,as if washing them. Lifting him she bathed the insides of his thighs with lightening strokes of her tongue. His hands flew to his head as before, but this time the agony was one of extasy mercilessly withheld. His eyes closed tightly, and his breath came in short gasps, as she flicked her tonge along the sensitive underside of his penis. He lurched and bucked as a rider on a wild horse, but one doesn't escape the guardian of womenkind so easily. "Easy cowboy" she said affectionately "your not going anywhere just yet." Oh Laila" he moaned," this is so weird, not the way it's supposed to be at all." "How would you like it then my sweet? Should I put you down and sashay up to you and say, oh my what big strong muscles you have big boy. I just bet that you could protect little ol me from just about anything." He laughed in spite of himself. "Me protect you? That will be the day Laila." "So my darling" she continued, why don't you just enjoy what's happening to you. Why not throw caution to the wind, and do or say or behave as your heart is telling you to. Tell me how incredibly strong I am, how weak and helpless you are, and how you love it so." His hands went around her neck, and showered her lovely throat with kisses. Tears bathed his face as he recited his elegy unto her. "Oh God Laila please don't hurt me, please please." She said not a word, but excepted his tribute as was her due. She lowered him so that her tongue could play with his navel. His body stretched out toes pointing as if in ballet position. Lifting the ecstatic man slowly, she kissed and blew on his writhing form, from his stomach to his knees. If a man could squeal with delight, then that is what Allen was doing. He pleaded, "oh Laila this is torture, please please." Holding her lover so that his genitals were just above her mouth she said, "my god what a beautiful man you are, I could just swallow you whole," and she plunged his penis down her throat to the root. He ardent paean rang out loud and clear, "oh god don't hurt me please." She would have laughed out loud if her mouth wasn't filled with him. "What an adorable creature" she thought , "I love him so". He just lay stretched out above her head in delighted helpless adoration. The simple fact that this beautiful creature, could do with him exactly as she pleased, and that he had not a say in his own fate, offered him a freedom that he had so long desired. He imagined himself struggling against her like a child in a tantrum, to no avail. She would overwhelm him with an ease that defied discription. He rejoiced in her strength. The contrast between her power and his helplessness, was for him something to be savored with complete relish. He was torn between twin desires. One to stay exactly where he was held powerless above her head. The other to get down on his knees, and kiss her beautiful feet, an act of abject worship. This was her due he thought. "Oh Laila" he cried, I adore you. Everything that I own is yours, including myself. He gasped suddenly as he felt her inhaling him even past the root of his penis. What was she capable of, he asked himself? Wrong question he laughed at himself. What wasn't she capable of? ( Ah there in lies the rub) he thought ironically, and rub she did. He felt himself moving in and out of her mouth. Long had he stopped being amazed at her prowess. She was Laila and that was that. If she wanted to move his big body in and out, up and down, or for that matter around and around, what could he do about it? Not a thing he told himself, glorying in her amazing power. Wallowing in it. He was her's, and please God let her be his. Typical of a man, he wanted her to hurry. Typical of a women, she wouldn't. I call the shots here, and my little darling will just have to learn patience, she thought. He will love it all the more. Now as if to spite herself, she started moving him at an accelerated rate. He moaned and groaned, and pled and begged. "Oh God faster Laila, faster please." Now she accommodated her lover, his large body moving in and out of her mouth with stunning speed. His moans turned into weeping tears of joy. The friction, the beautiful friction, the friction that caused pain and pleasure, and was the precursor to extasy and life itself continued unabated. And now it was near, the explosion that both wanted so badly. He screamed at the top of his lungs his patented, "Oh God don't hurt me, please don't hurt me." Countless billions of years ago, an explosion took place so vast, so monumental, that from it came all that we know, and all that we are. He was that explosion, and she was his universe. He filled his universe with his seed. But a universe is insatiable. It demanded more of its donor. She sucked him until he had no more to give, and then she sucked some more. He felt his seed being drained from every part of his mortal body. "Oh Laila enough, please I beg of you no more," he pleaded. How could a normal man live through her. Was she really human, he asked of himself? He lay across her head, his penis still in her mouth. He was utterly drained, as he had never before been drained.The feeling in his legs and arms were temporarily missing, and all that he wanted to do was stay in his present position forever. "Oh Laila, oh Laila" he said, as if praying to the deity. Lifting his inert form from off of her head, she cradled his precious body in her mighty arms. Offering him her breast he suckled, his eyes upon her lovely face in worshipful admiration. The " I love you" issued forth simultaneous from both lovers.