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."