The Unequal Struggle By Uplifted Copyright July 1999 He thought that he was Gods gift to maleness until he met Janet. She took him, molded him, and made him like it. "Scotch on the rocks" was Scotts reply to the bartenders question. He looked around distastefully at what he chose to call a dive. Dive or not, he came here at least three times a week. Why the most incredible looking broads frequented this joint, he hadn't the foggiest, but if here is where there were, then here is where he would be. Scott Gains was a vain man, duly proud of his handsome looks, as well as his carefully sculptured muscular body. He knew that his six foot two inch two hundred and ten pound body, was a magnet for most women. The bartender plopped his drink carelessly on the smooth shinny surface of the bar, spilling a few drops. He didn't care. He came here to look, not to drink. Turning his bar stool to the right of the bar, he looked around the room with a calculated bored disinterest. Let the broads come to him he thought, they always did. As usual, the place was filled with good- looking women. He surmised that they were probably the usual air heads. A number of them he had already boffed. As he surveyed the field, he felt a strange sensation behind him. He recognized the feeling immediately. A pair of eye's were staring so intently at the back of his neck, that they seemed to be boring a hole into it. He resisted the urge to turn around. She would come to him when she was ready, he thought smiling. He didn't have long to wait. "Can I buy you a drink handsome?" a sultry voice asked. Slowly and deliberately the grin still on his lips, he turned to face that voice. The grin left his lips and he almost gagged on his own saliva, when he came face to face with the most striking creature he had ever seen. Not that she was any more beautiful then most of the other women in the bar. What distinguished her from the others was a presence, an aura if you will, and those eyes, the same eyes that tried to bore holes into the back of his neck. He looked away from those disturbing eyes as he excepted her offer. " It would be my pleasure lovely lady." Pulling up a stool next to him she ordered "the same as my handsome friend please." He felt as if she were looking right through him, and a sense of foreboding permeated his being, as he avoided her stare. Not knowing what to do with his eyes, he let them wander down her luscious form. Having always felt completely at ease with the opposite sex, he wondered at his confusion. She certainly was a package, firm and trim, with the kind of athletic body that he adored. Behind those eyes, her blond hair was done up in a sweet little ponytail. Continuing his downward search, he observed breasts that were just right, firm and able to fit into a man's large hand. Her tight red dress caressed a pair of hard buttocks that thrust upward, trying to escape their confines. "Like what you see handsome? " she asked, her voice barely masking her glee. "There's a lot to like pretty lady" he quipped. "Well then, if that's the case" she said, why are we standing around here?" He gasped in surprise. It wasn't that women hadn't come on to him before, it's just that no women had been so nakedly brazen, in contradistinction to the mores of society. He wasn't sure if he liked it at all. As a matter of fact, it created within him a marked feeling of discomfit. But what the hell he thought, she's damn pretty, and what a bod. "Your place or mine?" he asked, trying to maintain a modicum of indifference. "Mine of course" she answered, "that is if you can trust me to keep my hot little hands off of you. With that she tilted her head back upon her neck and roared hilariously. Laughing right along with her he asked, "what makes you think that I will even try?" With that she put her arm through his, and they left the close confines of the bar. Scott glanced around at the almost deserted street as they exited the taxi. Her house was only one of three on the entire block. "This is a fairly new part of town" she said, sensing his discomfort. " Something seems to be bothering you hon. A big strong hunk like you certainly can't be afraid of a little lady such as I. If so, I can get one of my neighbors to baby sit you" she said tittering. Trying to shake his feelings of anxiety, he led her into the house. "I think I'll be safe" he quipped, trying to keep his apprehension under wraps. For the life of him, he couldn't understand what was causing this sense of dread. "Scot Gains, he questioned himself, since when are you afraid of a women?" The interior was beautifully furnished with heavy drapes and thick carpeting, serving as a soundproofing agent. "Quite in here isn't it?" he commented uneasily. "All the better to keep your groans from the outside world" she said smirking. "Well now, can I get you a drink"? she continued, changing the mood before he could even mull over her last statement. "Please" he answered, breathing an audible sigh of relief. He puzzled at the source of his anxiety. In addition to the obvious physical differences between the two sexes, there was his evident physical superiority. He outweighed, and outmuscled her by a considerable degree, and his much taller male body furthered his decided advantage. Added to all of that, was his athletic accomplishments. He had been body building and wrestling for many years, and excelled in track and field. But why was he thinking this way, he asked himself. She was merely a beautiful women, and he was here to have some fun. "Make yourself at home. Would you like some wine?" she asked encouragingly. Shaking his head, he sat down heavily on a thickly upholstered sofa. Bringing two wine goblets she joined him, sidling up as close as possible. "Well now" she said smiling, "my name is Janet, and do I have to keep calling you handsome?" "Scott" he answered, "but handsome is just fine if it makes you happy." "Well Scott, it isn't often that I have such a beautiful man visit me" and she placed her arm around his neck, leaning so close that their lips were almost touching. Finally getting into the mood, he pressed his lips tightly against her's, kissing her passionately. As she returned his advances, he felt her hands wander over his hard muscular biceps. Pressing her lips even harder against his, she allowed her hands to explore his powerful back muscles, and then to meander down to his sides. "Oh my Scott, what a beautiful man you are. I'm really going to enjoy you" She moved her fingers over his sides, lightly at first, and then more insistently, tickling him. "So that's the way you want it" he chuckled, playfully grabbing her wrists. Bending over to kiss her again, he forced her left hand behind her back with his right. Letting his mouth travel down to nuzzle at her adorable neck, he forced her right hand behind her with his left. "Now who's enjoying who?" he asked with a triumphant laugh. "Oh you big bully, taking advantage of a little girl this way. How will I ever get out of this hold" she responded, sounding completely unconcerned? "Try" he said smiling, loving the game. "All right I will, but with those big muscles of yours, what chance does a girl have?" Scott's grin left his face when he felt her left hand leaving her rear, forcing his powerful right hand to a straight position at his side. Speechless with amazement, he tried to force her arm back behind her once again. He assumed that she had used some trick of leverage, how else to explain this surprising situation? Much to his embarrassment, he felt her other hand forcing his to her other side. Although it was he who held her wrists, she seemed to be in total command. Now completely bewildered he increased his struggling, fighting with all of his considerable might in order to regain some of his former dignity. Sweat was now beginning to appear on his brow. "What a sweet thing you are, to let me do this. I'll just bet that you will even allow me to force your arms behind your back" she said smiling pleasantly. He didn't say a word but concentrating, summoned up all of his considerable power. Closing his eyes, he called forth all of the energy that he could manage. Pushing with all of his might the sweat was now flowing down his brow. His bewilderment was further intensified, as first his left and then his right hand was forced behind his back. "Well baby, it looks as if I am doing the enjoying now" she said infuriatingly, with a quite laugh totally enjoying his discomfort. Struggle as he would, he felt his wrists being joined together and held in her single hand. He knew this when she waved her free hand before his eyes. "Point, game and match" she said, pressing his now helpless body to her very firm one. Although he was beginning to realize how futile it was, he continued to struggle. "Hon, you and I know that all of this effort will avail you nothing. The game is over, why don't you just give up and save yourself a lot of pain?", she said sympathetically. At the same time she grabbed his chin and lowered it so that he couldn't help but look into her hypnotic eyes. The cool country air blew through his hair as he ran joyfully through his uncles farm. This was the third year in a row that his parents had taken him from the sweltering streets of New York City, to uncle Vanyas farm in upstate New York. He ran with the abandon of a nine year old, from the farm house to his favorite tree. Throwing himself down under the cool shading of the one hundred year old tree, he closed his eyes contentedly. Since the first year that Mom and Dad had taken him here, he had looked forward to his summers away from the city streets. Glancing behind him at the craggy tree trunk worn with age, his young eyes wandered upward, to the large branches covered with thick luxurious green growth. The pleasure of his reverie was interrupted by a strange squeak. He listened carefully. There it was again, "squeak, squeak." Somehow it didn't sound like a happy sound. He imagined that some poor little creature was in distress. Standing, he looked around but saw nothing. "Squeak "squeak" once again, but even more insistent. It sounded as if it were coming from the other side of the old Oak tree. Circling slowly around the ancient Oak, he saw the large farm tabby cat lying flat on it's stomach, her front paws firmly holding a field mouse. Quietly he watched as the cat fixed the tiny creature with her hypnotic predatory eyes. Suddenly she lifted her paws allowing the mouse to skirt away. But before it could even move four feet the cat leaped upon the doomed creature, and captured it once again in it's cruel claws. He noticed for the first time that there was a stream of blood trickling down the mouse's body. Although he was aching to stop the struggle and release the terrified mouse, he had learned in school as well as on TV, that this was the way of the animal world. And so he watched in horrified fascination, as the cruel cat released the mouse once again. As the mouse scampered away, he watched the cat pounce once again, but instead of capturing the terrified creature, she scooped it's underbelly sending it flying through the air. The poor little thing's squeaks of terror, sounded almost human. Landing, she was on it again, ready for more fun and games. Scott couldn't stand it any longer and ran back to the farm house as fast as his nine year old legs would go. Janet released her hold on his chin, allowing him to tear his reluctant eyes from her commanding ones. This situation was too much for such a powerful and masculine man to except so quickly. I am not that mouse he thought. "Damn you" he shot at her through gritted teeth. The next thing that he knew he was screaming in agony, his wrists being crushed almost to the breaking point. "You lost sweetie" she said. "It's not wise to anger me," and she squeezed harder yet, giving him the impression that his wrists were in a closing vise. He writhed in agony, sure that any more pressure on her part would shatter his poor wrists. "Oh my God" he screamed, the words forced from his unwilling lips. Against his will he pleaded, "Mercy please, I can't take any more. I'll do anything, only have pity on me." "Have pity Mistress Janet" she coaxed, and squeezed even harder. "Have pity Mistress Janet" he wailed, repeating it again and again. "Once will do angel" she said kindly. Reaching around with her free hand she grabbed a chunk of his muscular ass, and dug her powerful fingers deeply into his flesh. He winced but said nothing, terrified of what she would do if he complained. "That's a good boy" she praised him condescendingly. "Don't fight me now. Just let it happen angel face." His mouth opened in astonishment as his large masculine body was raised with her one hand. She lifted him slowly up against her body savoring every moment. As she did this, she pressed his helpless body hard against her delicious form. His legs stomach and groin area, were being pressed first against her belly, and then against her breasts. She pushed his helpless body even harder, and he felt his now budding erection resting between the cleavage of her breasts. She raised his defenseless body up and down, slowly at first, but increasing in speed as time went by. At the same time, she pressed his groin hard against and between her breasts. Through a haze, he heard her breathing hard and moaning with pleasure. As for him, in spite of his helplessness and anger, he couldn't stop the feelings of passion that arose unbidden within him. His breathing echoed her's in intensity. As he neared orgasm, she used him in the most amazing way. Removing the powerless man from her breasts, she lifted him higher one hand still digging into his buttocks, the other still easily capturing his wrists in an unmovable hold. Stopping when his groin was level with her lips, she bit into the front of his pants, and with a savage ripping sound liberated his cock and balls from the confines of his trousers. Gasping, he felt her tongue run circles around his balls, almost causing him to jump out of his skin. She lowered him a trifle so that she could tongue the underside of his penis, causing his breathing to rapidly increase in intensity. At another time in another situation, he would have been ecstatic having a women treat him so, but his helplessness combined with his passion puzzled him deeply. It had always been he who was in command. He who had been the aggressor, pleasuring his conquest at his will. Although this role reversal infuriated him, he had seen just how easily she could break him in two, and he was to frightened to complain. He flushed at this last thought. Admitting to himself that he was terrified of a women, was not an easy concept for Scott Gains. Abruptly he found himself on his feet facing his Mistress. "You will do exactly as I say" she said commandingly. She stood proudly facing the confused man, her hands on her hips, her ponytail thrust back upon her head, her powerful athletic body the picture of health, her predatory eyes glowing. "Strip quickly" she ordered. Shocked, bewildered, and angry at what he considered her colossal gall, he hesitated for just a moment. "Haven't you learned not to anger me you fool?", she snarled. "Strip right now," I don't want to have to hurt you anymore." Scott thought better of letting her wait any longer. In spite of his righteous indignation, he was too afraid of this beautiful creature to continue to defy her. Quickly he started to unbutton his shirt, nevertheless allowing his eyes to wander around the room seeking a quick escape. Just as he was unbuttoning the last button, his eyes rested on the half opened door, just twenty feet from them. He reasoned that if he could get out of the door and into the street, that she wouldn't dare to catch him and drag him back, not that he had any doubt of her ability to do just that. As he started to unfasten his belt, he took a deep breath, lowered his head, and sprinted for the door. He had been a track star in college and had no doubt of his ability to make it to the street. The poor man's heart almost came to a jarring halt, as he came face to face as it were with a pair of high heel shoes, blocking his exit through the door. He halted shivering in fear, and just stood there afraid to look her in the face. "Tsk tsk" she clicked her tongue at him. "Just can't seem to except your situation can you?" Placing her finger beneath his chin she forced him to look at her. "Do you suppose that I enjoy hurting you? My God your such a beautiful man. I don't want to damage you, but a man must learn his place." Before he knew what had hit him she had ripped his pants off, leaving him standing there naked and fully erected. "Ah men, their so wonderful" she laughed, looking brazenly at his hard on. "Yes, yes we will make good use of that, but not just now", she tittered. He stood there, stunned, naked and shivering with fear. His mistress exhaled a deep sigh as if regretting what was to come. Fixing him with her hypnotic eyes, one hand grasped his armpit, while the other firmly took a chunk of his muscular ass. Scott didn't move a muscle, knowing that any resistance could bring terrible retribution. He waited for her to make her move, paralyzed with fear his legs almost buckling. Little mewing sounds issued forth from his mouth. He didn't have long to wait. Holding his armpit, she not so much lifted him by his ass, but threw his helpless body upwards a good three feet in the air. He screamed on the way up as she released his buttock, and maintaining her hold on his armpit, guided his naked body over her outstretched arm. He landed on his stomach, his head and legs hanging down almost touching the ground. She held his large body with an ease that boggles the mind. "Oh God " he pleaded, "not that please, you can't spank a grown man." This had to be the ultimate degradation for such a man as he. He plea's were choked off in mid stream when he felt the first blow. Speechless with pain, it was as if a building had fallen on top of him. The second, the third, and finally the fourth brought forth a scream of agony that could wake the dead. It didn't stop her at all. Five, six, the seventh blow had him sobbing incoherently. "For the love of God Mistress stop, please stop, I'll be good I promise" he wailed. As if from a great distance he heard her count, eight, nine, ten, eleven. He was delirious with pain and felt no shame when he heard himself calling, "mommy, mommy." Thankfully he never remembered the last blows. He woke in a daze, feeling himself swaying back and forth. As he gradually came to his senses some of the pain returned. Not the agony of the awful beating, but just a general overall bruised feeling. He lay quietly, trying not to move a muscle or for that matter even breath. Slowly, ever so slowly he opened his eyes. Looking up he gasped in fear when he saw her lovely face. His breathing became forced and shallow, and he cried out, "Oh God mistress don't hit me again, I'll be good, I promise." "Hush" she whispered. "I believe that you and I have come to an understanding, wouldn't you agree?" Quick to appease her he cried out, "Oh yes mistress, we certainly have." "And what is that understanding from your point of view?" she coaxed, her voice ever so threatening. Without stopping to think, almost as if he had rehearsed his answer, he said, "I will obey every and any command that you give immediately without question and forethought." Looking up to see how she was reacting, he continued, "ah, ah, your very wish will be my command." He glanced at her again and failing to see any hopeful reaction, he broke down completely wailing, "Oh God mistress don't hit me again." She rocked him back and forth. "Hush, hush I say. Since you understand your position so well, there is no need to punish you further." She continued smiling happily, "you have nothing to fear you sweet thing, as a matter of fact I'm kind of gaga over you ." Scott just looked at her not understand what was going on, but greatly thankful at the turn of events. Placing him gently on the ground she said, "stand still and spread you legs apart a bit." His hardly appeased fear of her quickened his instantaneous acquiescence. He just stood there waiting with complete acceptance for anything that she should choose to do to him. Stooping in a deep knee bend before him, she captured his genitals in her hand, her thumb underneath his testicles, her forefinger around his penis, while the other fingers rested on his groin. Not daring to move, he nevertheless couldn't control his shaking body. His eyes closed tightly of themselves, waiting in breathless anticipation. "Hush you sweet thing," she whispered reasuringly. " you have nothing to worry about." She stood up bringing the helpless man along with her, his body sitting straight up, resting on her shoulder. By this time nothing that she did could surprise him. Looking at him with love in her eyes she pushed his big body easily overhead with her one arm, the dominant female, holding aloft her conquered prize. Not able to maintain his balance he hung down, his legs behind her, and his face just inches from hers. "I'm so very proud of you" she said, looking up at him, her eyes shinning. "Huh?" was his very surprised question. Janet shook her head reassuringly. "M, M, M, mistress" he stuttered, " I beg you not to take offense, but what do I have to be proud of? I a man, bigger, taller, and evidently mistaken in his assumption of male superiority, distroyed by a girl half his size. Beaten like a little child, sobbing, and calling for his mommy. Is that a memory that I should cherish M, M, mistress?" Looking up at him with tears of pity she asked, "do you think for a moment that you are the first man that I have done this to?" 'I'm not?" he asked amazed. "Your not the first and you won't be the last" she assured him. " And what is more" she continued, "most of the others have been your physical superior by a great deal. They run the gamut from professional football players, to pro wrestlers. Most of them outweigh and outmuscle you. And not one mind you, have lasted as long, and could take as much as you have when I spanked them." "Y, you spanked other men, athletes, wrestlers?" he asked dazed. "But of course" she continued, "most men are stubborn and arrogant, and require a great deal of persuasion. But in all my years of subduing men, not one has lasted as long as you have." Snorting derisively, she continued, "you should have seen the last guy. A brute of a man. Six feet six, and three hundred pounds if he weighed an ounce. Good lord you should have heard him scream, sounded like a little girl. Shit, the asshole fainted after only seven blows, what a pussy. Do you know that you lasted thirteen? That's a record. Oh yes my pretty man, I'm so very proud of you. " "W, w, what do you do with the men that you conquer?" he asked timorously. "Why I keep them until I get tired of them. Shit, that last one that I told you about I threw out right away." "And what will you do with me mistress?" he asked, his voice shaking with anxiety. "Well now you adorable creature, I don't see myself getting tired of you any time soon. When I look at your beautiful body, and think of your bravery, all I want to do is ravish the shit out of you. I may even decide to marry you. Would you like that you luscious thing? Dear God I could just eat you alive," she continued, licking her lips, a trace of humor in her haunting eyes. "And when you eat me dear mistress, will you serve me hot or cold?" he quipped, going right along with her lightness of tone. "Oh baby," she laughed outright, " a morsel like you would taste good anyway it's served." She lowered him, and cradling his large male body, held him tightly to her breasts. He lay his head on her shoulder, his arms encircling her neck in sweet surrender. For the first time in his selfish life, he said something to a woman that he had never allowed himself to admit before. Feeling completely helpless and dependent on her, he nevertheless said, "I love you darling mistress. Please be good to me." Janet squeezed him to herself affectionately, effectively driving the air from his lungs. "Please mistress" he gasped hardly able to talk, "I would have thought that being good to me includes allowing me to inhale and exhale". "Oh you poor thing" she said, relaxing her hold a trifle. " Your so cute that I sometimes forget that your just a man." She carried her prize into her boudoir, and gently placed him on the bed. "And now my dear Scott, it's time to make your mistress happy" Looking up at her beautiful but commanding figure, he thought smiling from ear to ear, "What the hell, I'll give it the old college try."