Revenge of the Rising Sun   Part 1of 2
by valerafon
A man recollects about a past chance encounter.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

I had just graduated from Northwestern University. Despite this fact, my
future seemed uncertain. I graduated with honors, but I still didn't know what
I wanted to do with my life. The military didn't seem like an option to me,
even though I came from a long line of military men. My grandfather was the
most famous of my lineage. He had commanded three marine divisions during the
battle of Okinawa in 1945.

I was to head home to Boston in the morning. I knew what my family wanted from
me. My father would badger me as soon as I got home about Officer's Candidate
School. I just didn't have it in me to be a military man. When we first argued
about my major at Northwestern, he made it sound like it was a dirty word.

"Business!" he uttered, virtually spitting out the word.

I knew obtaining a degree even with honors wouldn't offer me much cover. I
still didn't know what I wanted to do, and being indecisive in front of my
father was always a losing proposition.

What I really wanted to do was go home and think and plan my next steps
without interference. Being badgered every day about a career, I didn't want,
seemed very unappealing to me. I didn't see an out and my future appeared
stormy and uncertain and that made me feel very lonely. Maybe, that's why I
walked into that bar on that fateful night.

The bar was one of those singles places that were popular a few years back,
with the telephones. I don't even remember the name of the place. It was dimly
lit with a bunch of tables scattered around and most of them were occupied by
men and women talking into phones that were shaped like different cartoon
characters.

As soon as I sat down, I felt completely ridiculous. I was a fairly good
looking guy with plenty of women companions. It was just being alone tonight
didn't seem like an appealing option to me. Still, I resolved to have one beer
and leave.

I tried to get the waitress's attention, but she was talking on the phone by
the bar. As soon as she put the phone down, she started to talk to the
bartender. It was then that I realized you could order by phone, so I picked
up the phone and examined it. That didn't help.

I was still trying to figure out how to reach the bar when the waitress came
walking over. She put a draft down and sang out, "Compliments of the woman at
table six, Sir."

I started to look around, but the waitress interrupted me again by pointing
and saying, "Over there, Sir."

I was directed to a very dimly lit corner section of the bar. I could not make
out the lady through the smoke. My first thoughts were cautious. She must be
desperate. She's probably fat an ugly I thought. Still, I waved a thank you in
her direction. I wasn't sure if she could see me any better than I could see
her so I told the waitress to thank her for me.

As she walked away, she turned and said, "Thank her yourself, dial six."

I picked up the phone again, paused a second, and then decided not to call.
Instead, I picked up my draft an almost downed it in one gulp.

I was about to beat a hasty retreat when my phone rang. I just stared at it
for a moment. I was fairly certain who it was from and I just let it ring
hoping it would stop, it didn't.

Finally, I picked it up and said, "Hello!"

The voice on the other end was extremely feminine.

"My you are thirsty," she chided, "why don't you come join me and I'll buy you
another."

"I'm sorry, I was just about to leave," I said apologetically.

"This is your first time in a bar like this, isn't it?" she shot back.

As I listened, I strained to try to make her out through the dimly lit bar.
All I could see was a form.

"I'm sorry, I must go," I replied even more apologetically.

"You're afraid I'll be fat an ugly, aren't you? A real mutant!"

"It's not that, " I said in a not very believable voice, knowing it was
precisely that.

"Well," she said flirtatiously, "I can assure you, I'm neither fat nor ugly."

I paused for a moment deciding on my options when she added in an even sexier
voice, "Take a chance, college boy. If you don't, you'll always wonder what
you missed out on."

That was true. I decided to go for it. I could always beat a hasty retreat if
she looked like a painting by Van Gough.

I downed the last of my beer, got up, and walked over. It was the longest walk
of my life, but it was definitely worth it. When I neared her table, her face
became clear. She was stunning even with her glasses on. Her dark hair was in
a neat bun on her head, and her face was breathtaking, smooth, flawless almost
angelic in appearance with a cute turned up button of a nose.

My eyes couldn't help but glance downward. She had on a blue sweater which
highlighted two of her most prominent attributes. Her breasts seemed to jut
out an almost impossible distance from her body. I couldn't help but stare for
a second.

"Please sit down," she offered.

I had almost forgotten I was still standing next to her. I looked down and
into those piercing green eyes for the first time. They took me aback for a
moment. They seemed so totally feminine, but there was something else there.
For some reason, I thought they warned of danger.

Somehow, I managed to break away from her gaze and sit down. While she ordered
two drinks on the phone, I sized her up again. She was older than me. I
thought she might be thirty or slightly older. A young man's dream come true.
An approachable older woman and an unbelievably beautiful one at that.

As our drinks arrived, she asked, "So am I as unattractive as you thought?"

I waited for the waitress to move out of ear shot and then I said, "Oh god,
no! You're gorgeous!" And then I took a gulp of my draft.

That brought a smile to her face, as she toyed with the olive in her Martini.
What she did next completely disarmed me.

She removed her glasses and as she put them in a small purse on the table, she
explained rather coyly, "I only wear them when I want to get a better look at
something."

"This time it was my turn to say, "Not disappointed are you?"

Her smile grew larger and before she spoke, she undid a fastener in her hair
and let her hair spell out of its confinement. As it did so, she gently and
sensually twirled her head back-and-forth. It was one of the sexiest moves I
had ever seen a woman perform, and it totally enraptured me. I thought her new
look had transformed her from a beautiful woman into a goddess.

And now the goddess spoke, "I'm never disappointed in the men I choose."

Her answer promised more and that only excited me further.

"You're a college man aren't you?" she asked as if she already knew the
answer.

I proudly answered, "Just graduated from Northwestern!"

"Ummm!" she murmured. And then added, "And I bet you're athletic too?" as she
looked me up and down.

I was about to list my athletic accomplishments, when she asked, "What are
you?.. about 5' 11'' and 170?"

"That's exactly right," I stated, "How can you tell?"

For the first time, I wondered about her height as well. I could tell she was
tall, but I couldn't tell if she was taller than me.

She grabbed my hand with one of hers and then with her other hand she started
to rub my arm up and down its expanse.

She ignored my last question and said in a breathless voice, "You're solid
too. Strong men turn me on."

Was I about to get real lucky? For some reason I asked, "What is a beautiful
woman like you doing in a place like this?"

What a lame question. It seemed to break the spell. Just what I didn't want to
have happen, but she answered anyway.

"Sometimes, it amuses me to come here. Sometimes, I can find exactly what I'm
looking for right here."

"And what are you looking for?" I asked hopefully.

"A good looking, strong, and intelligent man to spend some time with...Have I
found that man?"

I just stared at her for a moment, then I downed the rest of my draft in one
gulp.

Again I gave her a totally lame response, "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Sometimes, tomorrow's never come," she said enigmatically.

Her eyes caught mine again and as I stared into them, I said, "My names Mark
Geiger....What's yours?"

My first names Stephanie, but you may call me Countess."

I thought that an odd reply, but I was too busy trying to score some major
points. I picked up her hand and kissed it tenderly before I said hopefully,
"I hope we can spend some time together, Countess."

It was the exact right thing to say and do. She reacted by smiling and nodding
her pleasure at my request.

In the next half hour our conversation came easier and I downed a few more
beers. She on the other hand was still nursing her original Martini. At that
moment, nature called. I excused myself and made for the men's room. When I
got back I had another beer.

About ten minutes later as we talked, I suddenly felt flushed and dizzy. The
Countess noticed my condition immediately. What happened next became a blur.
It was like I was in a dense fog and I couldn't quite keep in touch with
reality for any length of time.

In one of my more lucid moments, the Countess seemed to have her arm around me
and she was helping me out of the bar. Then I saw a large blonde woman in what
appeared to be a chauffeur's uniform open a car door and help me inside, and
then everything went dark for awhile.

I don't know how much time passed, but I could feel the Countess moving my
face around and slapping it lightly.

"He's coming around a bit, Greta." I heard her say.

The woman driving the car said, "He's a fine specimen, Countess."

"Yes, a college man and fit and athletic too...We're going to have a lot of
fun with him." I heard the voice next to me say.

I never did quite reach consciousness. The next thing I remember is being half
helped half carried into a large house. It reminded me of one of those English
mansions I would see from time-to-time on TV.

When we were inside, a female voice said, "Put him in the guest room...We'll
let him sleep it off till morning."

The next thing I remember was being dumped into a bed and the covers being
pulled around me.

The last voice I heard was not the Countess's. It had a deep rich German tone
to it.

"Get some sleep, little one. You have big day ahead of you tomorrow."

I didn't know who she was, but in my confused state I didn't care either as
darkness overcame me.

I awoke to a gentle nudge.

"Vake up! The countess vill see you now."

When I opened my eyes, I beheld a rather large blonde woman above me. She had
short cropped hair, large saucer shaped eyes, and a beautiful face. She looked
to be older than me, but not as old as the countess.

A flood of questions came pouring out as I came back to reality.

"Who are you? Where am I? What happened?"

"Not now," she said rather sternly as she yanked me right out of bed and began
fumbling with my clothes.

"Now wait just a darn minute," I said and tried to push her away.

CRACK!

She hit me so hard on the cheek the room began to spin and she had to hold me
up with her hands or I would have fell back onto the bed.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! three more slaps occurred in rapid fire succession. When
she let me go, this time I did fall back onto the bed.

It took me a minute to regain my senses and when I did, The large blonde woman
was straddling me on the bed and removing my shirt.

"The Countess has given me permission to soften you up a bit if you give me
any trouble." She said in a matter of fact tone of voice as she lifted my arm
to remove my shirt.

That's when I tried to throw her off of me. I pushed her with all of my
strength, but barely budged her.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Three more slaps rocked my world. My head was thrown
violently back and forth as each blow landed. She hit me so hard, it addled my
brain for a moment and the room began to spin. The room stopped spinning when
she delivered a short punch to my jaw. My head was thrown back onto the bed
and I entered that semiconscious state I remembered from last night.

As I tried to recover, she worked over my body. She removed my socks, shoes
and then my shirt and pants. Even my undergarments were removed.

When I was naked, she stopped and spoke for a moment. I was starting to regain
my senses and I could understand everything she said.

"The Countess vil explain. She vil box with you before breakfast. All you have
to do is vin to gain your freedom."

What was she talking about. I was going to fight the Countess. It sounded like
some crazy B movie on cable.

As she slipped some sort of trunks on me, for the first time, I realized what
the blonde was wearing. She had on a yellow thong bikini. I had to admit she
looked awesome in it. I could also tell she was extremely well muscled for a
woman.

I let her put some socks and tennis shoes on my feet as I feigned grogginess
and plotted my escape. I didn't want to hit a woman, but this one definitely
needed some pay back. I reasoned she had caught me with my guard down, that
would not happen again.

After she tied my shoes, she stepped back an ordered, "Get up!"

I slowly got to my feet. She moved slightly out of the way to let me rise, but
I could tell she was watching me closely. When I rose, I turned my back to her
and balled my fist up and swung around trying to hit her with a roundhouse
right hand.

She ducked and delivered a short blow to my midsection. It felt like I had
been hit by a longshoreman and she instantly knocked all the air out of my
lungs and doubled me over.

Before I could recover, she bent my arm behind my back and encircled her right
forearm around my neck. I struggled, but she easily controlled me.

"Ve have no time to play games now," she informed me, "ze countess vants to
see you." As she talked she started to push me along out the room and toward
the unknown. At the same time, keeping me incapacitated in her iron grip. I
had no choice but to walk where she wanted me to go.

I was led down the stairs to a large room in the back of the house. I
recognized it immediately as a very well furnished workout room. The countess
was there punching a large bag and she most have been working the bag a long
time because she was sweating profusely. She was wearing a long black leotard
and I could see much of her curvaceous body through the black fishnet of her
workout suit.

When the Countess saw us, she stopped working the bag and spoke.

"I doubt if she introduced herself, but this Greta." She told me in a
nonchalant fashion as Greta held me facing the Countess with my arm still bent
behind my back and her right forearm still imbedded in my neck.

I'm sure if somebody had been watching, they would have been amazed at how
easily the bikini clad beauty was controlling a fairly good sized man.

I managed to blurt out, "You'll all go to jail for this. Kidnapping is a major
offense."

The Countess ignored my outburst and started to dry herself off with a towel.
As she did so, her next words were directed toward Greta.

"I trust he was no bother."

"He got a bit frisky, but as you can see, madam, he has been prepared."

The countess discarded the towel and walked over. This time she was speaking
to me.

"Greta is my girl Friday. She's my chauffeur, my cook, and my best friend. I
don't know what I would do without her."

This time it was my turn to ignore her, and I asked, "You drugged me didn't
you?"

She paced back and forth in front of me as she answered. She still looked
great to me and for the first time I could see that while Greta was several
inches taller than me the countess was a few inches smaller than me. I
estimated her height at about 5'7'' to 5'8''. But there was still plenty of
muscle packed into that dynamic frame of hers.

"It was necessary," she explained. "To the rest of the bar it looked like you
had too much to drink, and I was helping you home."

All I could utter was an incredulous, "Why?"

The Countess nodded to Greta and she let me go. I rubbed my arm and I turned
and gave Greta a nasty look before I concentrated on the Countess again. For
the moment, I decided to bide my time and listen.

"I will give you a brief answer, you deserve that much," the Countess
commented.

"I am a very rich woman. I have done quite well in a man's world and I like to
compete against men."

"You don't have to kidnap them," I interrupted.

"You don't understand. I like to compete against men in physical
confrontations."

"Join a racket ball club," I shot back.

That brought a smirk to the Countess's face. In the mean time, Greta rapped me
on the top of my head with her hand. It was a clear warning to mind my
manners. I turned around and gave her another stern look as I rubbed the top
of my head.

When I turned around again the Countess continued on with her little speech.

"I like to beat fit men at their own game so to speak. I enjoy boxing and
wrestling and other so called manly arts."

"You got to be joking," I said in a very surprised voice.

"Quite the contrary, I am very serious as you are about to find out."

I had heard enough. In a sarcastic voice I said, "Listen Steph or Countess
Stephanie or what ever you call yourself. I'm leaving!"

"In a deadly calm voice of her own she answered, "I think not! The only way
you will be able to leave this place is if you can best me in physical combat.
We shall fight often and as long as I win you shall remain here."

'That's insane!" I shot back.

She ignored me again and continued, "Of course, when you lose, there will be a
penalty to pay.

"What kind of penalty?" I asked as my voice became less authoritative.

"It will be a penalty of my choosing and it will probably depend on the mood
I'm in."

"Well it aint going to happen..If we fight, I'm going to kick your ass," I
said very seriously.

"That's the kind of spirit I want to hear," she said happily. "It will be much
more fun if you really put up a good fight....But remember two things, don't
ever pull my hair and under no circumstances call me a bitch."

The woman was out of her mind. For one of the few times in my life I was
speechless.

"Take him to the ring, I'll prepare for the bout," she told Greta.

"Now wait just a min..."

I didn't have time to complete the sentence because Greta pounced from behind
and put me in a headlock. It felt like my head was in a vice. As I struggled
in vain to get out, she walked me out of the room toward the ring.

In another room, the countess had set up a complete regulation ring. It looked
better than one might find in a gym. For the first time, I realized that maybe
I wasn't the first to go head to head with the Countess. That thought scared
me a little.

When we arrived, Greta threw me into the ring and pointed to a chair in the
corner. I contemplated retreat, but I wasn't sure I could make it through the
ropes before Greta could pounce on me again. She was lightening quick for such
a big woman. I reasoned, maybe, the easiest way to escape was to beat the
Countess, at her own game, in the ring. I had done a bit of amateur boxing and
I was in fairly good shape and besides the Countess was older than me. For the
first time, I realized I had a lot of advantages.

When Greta pointed again I gave her an exaggerated bow. It was done very
sarcastically, then I walked to my corner.

As she entered the ring, she yelled, "That's the spirit!"

Sitting in the chair watching her approach and admiring the view, I casually
asked, "Are you going to interfere?"

As she walked toward me, she said in a very surprised and agitated voice, "I
vud loose my job if I interfered. No, be assured I vill not do dat.....But I
vill keep the time and I vil act as your second."

"My second?"

"I vil give you advice and fix you up between rounds...Und trust me, you vil
need it..Now give me your hands."

Over the next few minutes, she taped up my hands and then helped me put the
gloves on. She informed me as she worked, that they were 14 oz. gloves. I
tapped them together a few times to make sure they fit snugly. As I did so, I
realized you could do a lot of damage with 14 oz gloves.

While Greta worked on me, the Countess strolled into the ring. She was wearing
a tight fitting yellow halter top which displayed her breasts to great
advantage and they prohibited her halter from covering much of her stomach.
Her abdomen was on prominent display and it looked rock hard even from this
distance.

She also had on a pair trunks which matched my own and she even wore ring
shoes, like mine. I had to admit her attire did more for her than it did for
me. She looked simply breathtaking and competent. It was the second part of my
observation that worried me.

When Greta was through preparing me, she tapped me on the head again and said
rather jokingly, "Your finished champ. Now, I must prepare the Countess."

I had to wait for nearly ten minutes as she prepared my opponent. Every so
often the Countess would look my way and give me a strange sadistic little
smile. I had to tell myself that she was trying to psyche me out. I thought
she was doing a pretty good job of it too.

When the Countess was ready, Greta came over, ordered me to stand, and when I
did she removed the chair. The Countess was watching me the whole time from
the opposite corner.

"Are you ready! she yelled.

"Ready!" I answered back.

Then the Countess gestured in a very sexy manner like she was ringing a bell
and said, "Ding...Ding."

I took a deep breath and warily walked toward her still not quite believing
the situation I now found myself in. I was about to fight a woman and an
extremely good looking woman at that.

When I got in range, I let fly with a solid hay maker. She ducked under it and
danced right out of the way. Undaunted, I followed trying to pin her in the
corner. When I got in range she hit me with a short jab. It didn't hurt much
and it didn't stop my forward momentum, but it did sting.

I threw a couple of jabs of my own and she blocked both easily with her
gloves.

"Not bad," she commented.

"Just fight!" I said spitting the words out and giving her a menacing stare.

"My, what a nasty game face you have!"

"Just fi.." I managed to get out before she peppered me with two more jabs.
They rocked me a bit and I lost my forward momentum.

I shook my head trying to clear it, and gave her a menacing stare in return,
but I had to admire those two punches she had just thrown. They were delivered
as soundly as any man I had fought. As I waded in again, I decided not to talk
when I was in range of the artillery she called her fists.

We circled each other warily for a minute or two both feeling the other out
throwing a punch from time-to-time. None of which did much damage. The rest of
the round went in much the same manner.

I was wondering how long it was to the bell when The Countess threw a solid
left hook that connected with my jaw. It really rocked me for a few moments
and I fell back and concentrated on my guard. She was all over me in an
instant throwing punches from every angle. I had to grab her and hold on for
dear-life and that wasn't easy with her firm breasts pressed up against my
chest. Concentrate! I told myself or I'll be meat.

In the next instant, she pushed me away and hit me with a straight right
squarely on the jaw. I staggered about for a second and fell to the canvas.

I heard Greta yell, "TIME!" and she came over and helped me up to my feet. She
literally carried me over to the chair and I collapsed into it.

"You're doing well!" she said.

"What?...I'm getting killed out there."

She put some smelling salts under my nose and it helped clear the cobwebs. As
she administered to a small cut over my eye she talked strategy as well, "Stay
away from her right! And if she connects again, tie her up!"

Why was it so easy for somebody to say those things, but so hard to do when it
was for real? I looked towards my opponent for a second and she was standing
and taking a sip from a water bottle. She wasn't paying much attention to me
and she didn't seem very concerned.

That only made me more determined. Somehow, I was going to hurt that stunning
vision across the ring from me.

Greta, looked at her watch and yelled, "Time!!"

As I got up and moved forward again, she yelled, "Combinations! Hit her with
combinations!"

I wanted to hit her with a baseball bat, but I decided Greta's advice was
sound, and I resolved to apply it as soon as I could.

As soon as I got close, my adversary feinted with her left then slammed me
with a solid right hand directly on the chin. I staggered back and tried to
regroup. The round had just begun and I was already on the defensive. She
didn't seem to be hitting all that hard, but a few more of those and I'd be in
serious trouble.

I collected myself and moved forward again. This time concentrating on jabs.
Every time I threw a jab, she wasn't there when my glove arrived. A minute or
so of this and I started to get frustrated and mad. Greta must of sensed my
mood and she cautioned, "Be careful!"

I bulled in again and threw a couple of round house right and lefts. All they
hit were air. The only effect my punches had was to destroy my balance, and
the Countess danced in and hit me at will. Her left found the side of my head,
and when my guard came up, she let me have a short hard right to the stomach.

It was the hardest punch she had thrown yet and it sent me to my knees gasping
for breath. Greta came racing in and motioned for the Countess to go to a
neutral corner. I may have laughed at Greta's words before the fight, but I
was sure glad she was around now.

As I tried to take in air, I heard her start the count, "Vun, two, three.."

From the corner, I heard the Countess yell, "Come on Wus! I didn't hit you
that hard!"

Why were men so easily goaded by women? I found myself getting to my feet.
Greta stopped the count at 7, and I waded in again, more determined than ever.

Maybe, the Countess sensed my determination. For a bit she was content to
pepper my midsection with some very solid punches and occasionally she would
go upstairs to keep me honest. I was starting to wither under the steady
barrage and I was disheartened to realize that I had yet to land a solid blow
in the fight. It was only round two and some of her body shots were already
having an effect.

Finally, she hit me in the stomach so hard that it lifted me off my feet
momentarily and I fell back against the ropes and dropped my guard. The result
was a clear and powerful shot right to my jaw.

As I started to slide down the cornerpost, I heard Greta yell, "TIME!"

As my ass hit the canvas, she came running over and literally carried me back
across the ring to my chair.

"You're doing fine!" she managed to say in a believable voice.

"Will you quit saying that," I mumbled. I couldn't talk to well because my
mouth was numb and I could taste blood.

"Tie her up till you get you're second vind," she advised as she worked on my
face. I don't know why but as she talked to me, I stared across the ring
again. The Countess was trying to fix her hair with her gloves on. All I had
managed to do so far was to muss up her hair a bit.

As I stood for round three, my entire body ached, and my face was numb and I
was sure I must have looked a mess, but still I found myself moving forward
when the bell rang.

In round three it got worse. With a predatory smile she came right at me this
time and started to work on my face. After a few hard punches, I was too
groggy to keep up much of a guard.

"Tie her up!" Greta yelled.

I'm not sure if I responded or if I just fell forward into her. In any case, I
had my arms wrapped around her as she was content to hit my sides for awhile.
When she got tired of this, she put her arms around me and whispered into my
ear, "Having fun?"

Her question infuriated me. From somewhere, I found something more. With a
burst of energy, I pushed her away and clipped her right on the jaw. The punch
moved her back a few steps, but it startled her more than it hurt her.

I heard Greta yell, "Combinations!..Hit her with combinations!"

That was easier said than done. When I was ready to move, it was already too
late. I must have pissed her off with the surprise blow because she started to
really pummel me. My head was rocked back like a human speed bag she hit me so
many times, and the blows seemed more powerful then before as well. At this
point, I no longer had any illusions about winning. All I wanted to do now was
survive, but the pummeling continued.

She hit me so hard and so fast that my head batted back and forth from each
blow. Then just as I thought she would deliver the knock out blow, the punches
stopped. It took me a few seconds to gather myself and look about the ring.
She was standing a few feet away from me with a an evil little grin on her
face. Before long she motioned for me to come at her.

Somehow, I managed to stagger towards her. I was surprised my feet still
worked. When I drew near, she let down her guard defying me to throw a punch.
That was just too much for any man to take and I managed to let fly with
another wild right. She danced out of the way and threw a few sudden sharp
punches of her own. They rocked me, but she didn't follow up. Instead, she
repeated her previous embarrassing maneuver and waited. Like a fool, I would
blindly walk forward and into another barrage same as before. She really made
me look bad and I could hear Greta yelling, "Stay away!" but I was a man
dammit. I just couldn't let her get away with what she was doing.

This cat and mouse game of hers continued for another few minutes till I was
almost out on my feet. Like a fool I kept trying to hit her and she would
answer with a couple of crisp punches of her own. After a while, I learned not
to throw any punches and just stand there wobbling in the center of the ring.

"I think he's had it!" I heard Greta say from the ropes.

"Not yet!" my tormentor replied.

"Defend yourself!" she ordered.

I tried to raise my gloves, but they felt like lead, and my eyes were almost
swollen shut. I think she could have killed me, right then and there, if she
wanted too. I don't think I was ever so afraid in my life, but for some
reason, call it male pride, I still stood there in the middle of the ring.

I didn't see the blows any more, but I heard them. Whap! Whap! they came in
rapid succession. I wondered who was more amazed me or her that I was still
standing. WHAP! A particularly vicious right landed to my head and I felt
myself stagger a moment and fall forward. Her body stopped my momentum and I
wrapped my arms around her which prevented me from falling to the canvas.

She hit me with a couple more shots as I slipped down her body and she
continued to hit me. Just then, I saw a towel come flying across the ring and
I heard Greta yell, "He's really had it, Countess."

She stopped pummeling me for a second and yelled back, "I'll decide when he's
had enough!"

In response, Greta yelled, "TIME!"

I wasn't sure if I was happy to hear that word or not. I looked up at the
Countess and said almost begging, "Please, I've had enough."

She looked down a me with that predatory smile on her face and said in a voice
devoid of sympathy or emotion, "Do you have the courage to go one more round."

"I don't know," I said.

She pushed me off her and I fell backwards with my head hitting the canvass
hard. A few seconds later Greta was half dragging me half carrying me across
the ring again and then she was feverishly working on me in the corner.
Mercifully, Greta didn't feel the need to tell me how good I was doing.

Again, I found myself looking at my tormentor across the ring as Greta worked.
This time she was biting at her laces trying to take off her gloves. I must
have blacked out for a moment because when I saw her again the Countess was
naked except for a small G-string she wore and she was busy refitting her
gloves.

I heard Greta yell back towards the Countess, "He's really all in!"

This time the Countess said in a more controlled voice, "One more round. I
think he's got more courage than you give him credit for."

Before she yelled time, Greta whispered to me, "Don't defy her anymore. Give
in..That will soothe her nature."

Then she yelled, "TIME!"

Greta helped me to my feet and gave me a gentle shove toward my tormentor.
Somehow, I moved forward on wobbly feet. I now saw two countess's and the
floor seemed to be moving violently underneath me, but somehow I maintained my
balance.

I stood there swaying in front of her, and I was about to concede again when
she attacked. She must have been pulling her blows because I was still
standing. I tried to focus my eyes and raise my guard when she backed me into
a corner and pummeled me without mercy. I couldn't even form the words to
surrender anymore. My mind was as numb as my body, but still I stood.

By this time, my arms hung limply at my side. She braced her forearm against
my throat holding me up and pinning me against the cornerpost. While she held
me up, she punished my mid section with her piston like fist. I was afraid she
was going to kill me.

Then the slaughter mercifully ended and she backed away, and I fell hard to
the canvas, but I was still conscious. It might have been better for me if I
hadn't stayed awake. With effort, I managed to look up into her triumphant
face and saw no pity there. She towered above as I gaped up in awe at her. For
some reason, I still thought she looked absolutely magnificent. Her breasts
jutted out in all there naked glory and her nipples seemed to be gorged with
sexual excitement.

I guess chopping me down was a sexual turn on for her. I didn't have time to
dwell on it for long. In the next instant, she kicked me over onto my back,
placed her foot on my throat, and assumed a victory pose. As I continued to
look up at her in all her glory, and even through all the pain and
humiliation, I still found myself admiring the view.

Then through the fog in my brain I heard her voice.

"You were brave to go another round with me."

At the moment, I didn't feel very brave.

"You must do better, though. I'm not pleased with so shabby a one-sided
match....I want you to start a workout regimen right away....Greta see to it,
you'll be in charge...He has to fight better than this."

Was she crazy? I think I already knew the answer to that.

"Take him and show him his new home and clean him up and see to his wounds.
I'll be down later to collect his penalty." After she spoke, she disappeared
and I felt Greta carefully scoop up my damaged body and carry me carefully in
her arms. I didn't protest and I soon blacked out.

When I awoke, I found myself in a room that reminded me of a doctors office. I
was lying across a cot and Greta was applying something to my face.

When she saw my eyes open, she said tenderly," I'm also a registered nurse
among other things. I've already x-rayed you and thankfully there's nothing
broken. Now sit still, so I can sew up your face."

Sit still? My body felt like I had been run over by a dump truck and I
couldn't move if I wanted too.

As she worked she started to talk again, "The Countess was down here just a
few moments ago. She agrees with me that you can rest for a few days before we
begin your training and you have another go at her...She vas rather hard on
you for a first go round."

I looked at her in sheer panic. Was I doomed to life of endless fights, total
destruction, and endless pain? After just one fight, the Countess had knocked
all of the machismo out of me. No amount of training was going to matter. She
had been training her body for years, maybe decades. It was like a finely
tuned machine. A machine capable of destroying any male who crossed her path.
I was just a prisoner, no a punching bag, to be endlessly slaughtered,
rehabilitated, and then slaughtered again.

"Is there no hope?" I asked sadly.

"Of winning?....No," Greta said tenderly. "The Countess has never lost to a
man or woman for that matter....She can be kind though....You'll have a good
life here...And I'll take good care of you!"

The last part didn't sound so bad. She was very good looking even if she had
the strength of two men. I was beginning to find out that Greta had a motherly
side to her. Maybe, I thought that could be exploited.

A few minutes later I was patched up and ready to see my new digs. I still
couldn't walk so Greta again carried me in her arms to my new home.

My home turned out to be a padded cell with a cot. She gently laid me down on
the padded flooring and said, "Sleep on the floor it vill be more comfortable
than the cot for avhile."

I looked up at her with a pitiful look on my face. I was too hurt to do much
else.

She patted my face tenderly and said, "Don't vurry, you von't spend much time
here. I'll see to that...Now sleep."

I closed my eyes and a tear ran down my cheek.

She wiped it away and said to me in even a more tender voice, "Maybe madam vil
let me keep you after she's done with you... Now sleep little one." and she
kissed my cheek and that was the last thing I remembered for some time.

I'm not sure how much time passed. Periodically, I would wake to see Greta
working over me. She even fed me from time to time and then I would fall back
into another deep sleep.

I was sure a few days passed. Slowly, I started to feel almost alive again. I
even started to move around a bit, but I still liked to sleep on the padded
flooring. One time I awoke, and the Countess was standing over me completely
naked. This time, I was able to appreciate the view a bit more.

As soon as I was awake, she placed her foot on my chest and made a muscle with
her right arm. It was another victory pose. I was beginning to realize that
she liked lording it over a defeated male.

For some reason, my hands found her leg. I tried to push her leg off of my
chest, but it wouldn't budge, and my hands rested on her calf as I made my
plea.

"Please," I groaned. "Let me go home."

"You know the rules," she chided.

"You beat me," I said, "what else do you want?"

I've come to collect your penalty she said in a very ominous tone.

I tried to push her leg off my chest again, but like before, I couldn't move
it one inch.

"Let me hear what you just said a little louder," she ordered.

"YOU BEAT ME!..YOU KICKED MY ASS!..I COULDN'T HAVE STOOD UP TO YOU FOR ANOTHER
SECOND!"

"Good!" she cooed. "Now let's see how you do with the second part of the
penalty."

She lowered herself down till her ass rested on my chest and her legs
enveloped my head. I soon found myself staring into her hairy bush.

"Now, let me see that tongue of yours," she said in a playful mood.

"No! Not that I pleaded."

"I beat you and now I get to collect my reward. That's the way things are done
around here."

"Wait! I didn't agree to anything like that!"

"I didn't say you did. I said I beat you. That's all that matters. Unless, of
course, you'd rather go another round or two.

"Nooo! I screamed completely defeated and totally demoralized....Whatever you
say." I was still in no condition to argue with her.

"That's better!" she sang out. "And don't look so appalled. Haven't you ever
seen a girl close up before."

I found myself staring into her bush as I talked, "Sure I have!"

"And don't you know how to do nice things for a girl?"

"You mean with....with my....?"

"Your tongue! Yes, that's exactly what I mean!..Unless of course you can use
those manly muscles of yours and force your way out from under me, that's
exactly what you'll be doing very shortly."

"I can't! It's not right!" I pleaded.

In a very arrogant voice she said, "Might makes right!....Don't ever tell me
what I can or can't do!"

She lowered her hips a bit and in response I lowered my head and turned it to
the side. She reacted quickly by bringing her legs closer together and forcing
my face straight up once again.

"It's almost time," she quipped. "Are you going to show me how strong you are
by resisting!"

I tried...God I tried. I found reserves of strength I didn't know I had, but I
couldn't budge her.

After my strength played out and I laid under her more passively trying to
catch my breath I heard her remark, "Wow! What a show of credible male
strength! What a wus you are! Letting a girl have her way with you...I can do
just about anything I want with you, can't I?"

Her words stung almost as much as the beating she had administered earlier. I
closed my eyes and listened to her stinging diatribe and realized, to my
complete shame, that she was right. She could and probably would do anything
she wanted with me.

And in the next instant, she did precisely that. The hairy patch between her
legs settled firmly and wetly over my mouth. And as my nose vanished into her
she sighed with pleasure and worked her hips down more firmly. Once she was
comfortable she wiggled her hips in a rhythmic dance over my buried face and
sighed heavily.

"Mmmm!" she moaned in complete pleasure.

At the same time, I felt her juices start to wash over my lips and mouth and
cheeks. Her hands moved with slow sensuality to her breasts and she rubbed
herself shamelessly. A slow rhythm came to her pelvic movements and soon she
was happily rubbing herself off on my face.

Finally, She backed slightly off my nose and ordered, "Now get that tongue
busy!"

With my eyes wide open, I looked up at my female conqueror as she continued to
fondle her massive breasts. She pressured the side of my face with her legs
and my tongue popped out and soon I found myself bringing her even more
pleasure. Finally, I closed my eyes and licked...and licked ....and licked.

A few moments later, she screamed and like an active volcano her juices poured
out and covered my lips, mouth, and most of my face and some even poured down
my throat as well. She bucked on my face like a cowgirl riding a bucking
bronco till her moment of ecstasy passed.

Then she was talking again, but somewhat more breathlessly, "You see," she
told me, "there was nothing to be afraid of. I'm sure were going to have even
longer sessions. Of course, that's if I win our little matches...Do you think
I'll win our little brawls?" she asked in a little girl's voice.

She had totally debased me and she was still sitting on my face covering my
mouth.

"MMMPHHH," I said.

What's that?" she asked and she raised herself a bit off my face so I could
talk.

"I'll never stop trying!" I heard myself say. My words surprised the Countess
and they surprised me too.

"And I'll never stop resting where I am right now," she shot back and then she
sat back down again.

She slowly started to gyrate again. She was insatiable. Even as she moved, I
tasted her, and I knew it would be a long time before I got the taste of her
out of my mouth.

Finally, she got up and pulled me to a kneeling position in front of her.
Again I was staring at her bush.

Her next order really didn't surprise me.

"Now clean me thoroughly she commanded."

I meekly looked up. She looked so impossibly far away. Again, I saw no pity in
her eyes. I lowered my gaze and started to clean her hairy nest. I held on to
one of her legs as I worked. It was so smooth and it felt so totally female,
but yet, I could also feel an underlying power just beneath the skin.

As I worked, she played with my hair twirling her fingers through it.

"Mmmm! she whispered. "Your such a fast learner."

I wanted to bash her brains in, but my body wasn't yet ready for another go.
Even as I pleased her, I schemed.

Over the next week, I continued to recover and Greta started my new training
regimen as well. She taught me how to deliver my punches in a shorter more
compact manner that seemed to magnify there power and intensity, and she even
ran with me as I did laps around the training room.

As we sparred together in the ring, I learned a healthy respect for Greta's
skills, and I even thought she could give the Countess a run for her money in
the ring. Slowly, we seemed to build a bond with each other. It was a
friendship I tried to cultivate. If I couldn't defeat the Countess, it might
be the only way I could win my freedom.

But beating the Countess was something I truly wanted to do. It would be so
satisfying to wipe that smug and arrogant look right off her face, and to pay
her back for some of the more demeaning things she made me do.

So for the next week, I listened to Greta and learned. Improving my stamina
and fighting skills seemed like a positive step to me, and it relieved the
boredom of the many hours I spent in my prison cell.

Even during some of my free time in the cell, I found myself practicing some
of the moves Greta had taught me. And during that time, I found myself not
only plotting and scheming the Countesses demise, but also doing many hours of
calisthenics on my own.

As I worked out and plotted, I often thought about prisoners in penitentiaries
who over worked themselves to drive out the boredom of their existence, and as
I worked trying to improve my overall conditioning, I felt a bond with them.

Greta and the Countess looked down on me from the see-through panel in the
ceiling of my cell, and the Countess smiled.

"He is taking to his captivity quite well," she pronounced to Greta with a
hint of pride in her voice.

"This one will not give in to you so easily I think!" And as soon as Greta had
pronounced the words, she regretted them. It was like waving a red flag in
front of an enraged bull, and she knew it would only intensify the young man's
ordeal.

"Good," the Countess said happily, and then she added in a more business like
tone, "But I will break him, just like I broke all the others."

"Must you break him?...He's so young!" Greta asked with a hint of sadness in
her voice.

The Countess closed her eyes and purred, "Mmmmm, yes!.. You know it's the only
way I can obtain satisfaction from a man."

Greta bit her tongue and lowered her head, but she did not say anything
further. It was the Countesses nature to rule, and to rule harshly.

The Countess was silent for a moment, then she glanced at her beast friend,
and asked rather casually, "You like this one, don't you?"

Greta shook her head yes in a very sad manner, and then added out loud, "He
has spirit!.....It would be a shame to take that from him."

The Countess put her arm around Greta and said, "After I break him, I'll let
you have him, and then you can try to put the pieces back together....If
that's what you really want to do."

Greta immediately perked up and answered her boss and best friend excitedly,
"Danka Countess, danka....I do vant him....I promise he von't be a bother."

"Then it's settled." The Countess said with finality in her voice. Then she
turned her attentions back to the young man working out below her. "I think
he's healthy enough for another brawl, don't you?.....Bring him to the room
after lunch."

Greta's face went from excitement to sheer panic, and she pleaded, "NOT THE
ROOM! He's not ready for dat!"

"Bring him!...Remember the sooner I break him, the sooner he'll be yours," the
Countess scolded, and then she walked away leaving Greta to look down at the
young man by herself. At that moment, Greta was full of emotion, but the
greatest emotion she felt was fear.....Fear for the young man's very life.

When the Countess was gone, Greta said out loud, "I'm sorry little one, but if
the Countess has her way, there might be nothing left to put back together."

Greta ate lunch with me in my cell. I could tell something was bothering her,
but she didn't share it with me. Afterwards, she threw me a pair of briefs and
told me to put them on. They were unusual in the fact that they were more like
a skimpy pair of bikini briefs than a pair of workout trunks.

They were tight and they highlighted my maleness I thought. As I sat down to
put my shoes and socks back on, Greta yelled, "No socks! No shoes!"

Oh oh! I wondered. What the hell was going on?

I didn't have too long to wonder about it though because Greta motioned for me
to follow her and we walked out of my cell to that familiar part of the house
where much of the training facilities and the Countesses special rooms were
located.

This time, she stopped in front of a room I had never entered before, and with
a wave of her head and a sad voice she said, "Go on, the Countess is waiting
inside."

That sounded ominous, but maybe it was time for another go at her. I was
anxious to put into practice what I had just learned.

I reached for the handle of the door, but before I opened it, Greta grabbed my
hand and prevented me from opening the door. She looked me squarely in the
eye, and said, "Don't try and fight her!...You can't vin!....Give in!...It's
your only hope!...Our only hope!"

That's not what I was expecting to hear from Greta.

"I can't do that," I said, "I'm not made that way."

Her frown grew and she let go of my hand.

"I know...That's why I like you so much. Go! Give her hell!"

I smiled, nodded in appreciation, and opened the door and walked in.

When the door was closed, Greta closed her eyes and remained at the door. Then
she said out loud more as a prayer than as an affirmation.

"I only hope there's something left of you when the Countess is done mit you."

As soon as I walked in, I was stunned. This was a much larger version of my
cell. The room was padded from floor to ceiling and standing on the other side
of the room was the Countess.

She was particularly breathtaking today. All she had on was a tiny g- string.
She was wearing nothing above the waist. The first thing my eyes fixed on were
those magnificent breasts of hers. They were so firm and they jutted out so
far from her body they seemed to defy gravity.

Her hair was fixed in a bun again and as soon as my eyes made their way back
up to her face, she asked as she grabbed the pin in her hair, "Do you like my
hair like this or like this? As soon as she asked she pulled the pin and let
her long dark hair spill out all over her shoulders."

It was the same move she had made in the bar. It was very disarming and I knew
she knew it completely enthralled me.

Without waiting for a reply, she continued on with the little game she was
playing, "Do you like my G-string?" and as she asked she grabbed the front of
her G-string with one of her long delicate fingers and proceeded to lift it up
and down slightly away from her body and pubic region tantalizing me to no end
and revealing even more pubic hair. It was another move intended to disarm me,
and in spite of myself, I found my eyes glued to the spot.

Then without hesitating she asked, "I wore it especially for you so you could
see my long sexy legs." And as she said that in a very erotic voice, she
lifted up her right leg and pointed her toes toward me.

"I know you like my legs! I know you like them a lot!"

God! I did like them. They were the best pair of legs I had ever seen, and
they seemed to go on forever. They were so smooth and feminine, but yet she
could flex them and then they turned into an even more mind blowing
experience.

As my eyes became glued to her sexy leg, the game continued, "And do you like
my nail polish? Its bright red just like my g-string."

My eyes went form her fingernails to her toe nails. They both just seemed to
highlight the most astonishing body I had ever seen.

And the game continued, "If I were you, I stay away from my legs though. I
think they just want to crush you and eat you alive." As she said that, she
still held her right leg out for my inspection and then she flexed it. It just
seemed to come to life as the muscles almost doubled in size.

I felt myself react by swallowing inordinately hard, and as if in response,
she started to rub her hands all over her leg.

"Sometimes, I think there a bit much. You don't think that do you?"

Even as I was almost hypnotically compelled to stare at her erotic display, I
felt my head shaking from side-to-side in response to her question.

"Good!" she said and then she moved her hands up to her breasts and she cupped
both of those monsters in her big hands and asked, "And I know you like these
babies, don't you?"

My body reacted in spite of myself. I sighed heavily and felt a bit of drool
run down my mouth and again felt my head moving to her question. This time, it
was nodding up and down.

In response to my actions, she began to jiggle her breasts up and down too. I
could feel my eyeballs bouncing up and down in reply.

"I'd stay away from these monsters too. They just might gobble up your head
and smother you."

I was finding it more difficult to breath, and the room was beginning to spin.
Still, I didn't think smothering in her glorious breasts would be all that bad
a way to go.

Somehow, the Countess had managed from across the room to completely unsettle
me. I had lost my macho bravado and much of my focus, and I was no longer the
strong self assured man who had entered the room moments before. Now, I was a
hungering mass of male testosterone craving the female body arrayed across
from me.

Finally, the game ended and her mood abruptly changed.

"Well, I guess its time to kick your ass again. How do you want it?"

I thought for a second and two words popped into my head.

"Anything goes!"

She shook her head and sighed before she purred, "Silly boy!...I'm much
smarter, infinitely stronger than you are, and I have expert skills in over
twenty various forms of combat, and yet you want me to use all that against
you....Wouldn't it be better for you if we just wrestled?"

She was really an arrogant bitch! I was getting tired of listening to her.
Fighting seemed preferable so I let it all hang out. I guess the mind doesn't
remember past pain.

I interrupted her little speech and said, "Listen bitch, I don't care how we
do this. This time, I'm going to win!"

I saw her body stiffen and her eyelids started to blink uncontrollably for a
few seconds. I thought she was going to have a seizure.

"What did you just call me?......I warned you about that!.....Now your in for
a real ass whipping."

I didn't like the way she looked. It unnerved me and I said, "Wait.."

I barely started to talk when she growled and took a running leap at me. I
stopped in mid sentence to watch her fly through the air. Her right foot shot
out as a vanguard to her attack and she screamed as I watched in total horror
and complete fascination as her body moved gracefully towards my own.

In the next instance, I felt her foot impact with my jaw and then according to
Newton's law, I found my body flying in the opposite direction. My body made a
loud thump as I was slammed hard against the padded door.

Outside, Greta reacted with a start as my body slammed against the door.
Impulsively, she reached for the door knob, but checked herself at the last
moment. With a forlorn look on her face, she sighed heavily, and just
listened.

I didn't have time to recover. The Countess was on me in an instant. She
grabbed my arm jerking my body back up and then I heard her yell again and she
threw my body in the opposite direction.

This time, it was my turn to fly through the air. I hit the opposite wall with
another loud thump and as my body slowly slid down the wall, I could see the
Countess walking towards me. The process was repeated and I felt myself flying
through the air and hitting another wall. This went on for some time.

From outside the room, Greta first heard the Countess scream and then it was
followed by a loud thump. Each time she heard the thump, Greta would
involuntarily flinch. Her face saddened with each loud thump she heard.

In a matter of minutes, I had visited each and every wall several times. The
Countess had completely addled my brain and overwhelmed my defenses. I needed
time to recover, but she wasn't about to let me rest.

When she grabbed my arm and forced me up again, this time she hip tossed me to
the center of the room.

"Get up wimp!" she ordered and than gestured with her hand for me to rise.

I found myself staggering back up, but I soon realized that wasn't such a good
decision on my part.

This time, with lightening quick reflexes, she grabbed both my arms and
yanked, forcing my body down and toward her own magnificent form. My jaw
impacted with her knee and then she repeated the torture ramming her knee into
my face several more times. The last piston like movement of her knee was the
worst, and when it had done its damage she let go of my arms so that I
continued over backwards till my body hit the floor in a shower of sparks.

My face was a bloody mess and she intensified my humiliation by rubbing the
soul of her foot over my face till my hands instinctively went up to stop her.
They grabbed on to her ankle, but try as I might, the foot massage continued.

As she continued to rub her foot all over my bloody face, she said emphasizing
each and every word, "You shouldn't have angered me!....It really annoys
me!..and then I have to get physical!"

She said the words so calmly and in such a strange voice that it almost
sounded comical, but I couldn't appreciate the humor at the moment.

Even though my face was being battered by her foot, I tried to plead,
"Plllze..stpp...Mm zorry."

With my plea, her mood quickly changed again.

"Mmmmmm! Maybe, if you show my foot the proper lovin...I just might go easier
on you."

My hands moved down to her foot and I tried to direct her foot to my mouth as
I started to kiss the bottom of it even as she forced it down into my face.

"Mmmm!...THAT'S A GOOD BOY!......Kiss it more!.....THAT'S IT!....Make nice
little smacking noises, show me how you love it!....THAT"S GOOD!"

I was totally debased, but I needed time for my body to recover or at least
that's what I told myself.

"Now, open wide so I can stick my toes inside...No!...No teeth!....THAT"S
BETTER!"

I felt her stick her foot half way down my throat. I wanted to gag, but she
was in control. I even tasted my own blood.

"Now, I'm going to go faster..In and out! In and out! In and out!....THAT"S A
GOOD BOY!" she purred, and as she said it she moved her foot in and out of my
mouth very fast. My saliva built up and actually lubricated her foot and made
it easier for her to ram her foot back and forth down my throat.

Her words were just as bad as her actions. "Your moth would make a very good
cunt," she teased. "Why, I bet you'd be very popular in prison."

Her words stung, but I needed time to recover.

"Now kiss each little piggy.....THAT'S A GOOD BOY!"

Could it get any worse. Yes it could because she repeated the whole thing with
her other foot.

"Please!" I begged. "I'm sorry I called you that B word." I still was afraid
to say the word.

"Mmmmmm, Nope! Too late!...Too late!"

I was stalling for time and it was working. I felt better and my mind was
starting to clear.

But my plans for recovery and then retribution didn't take the turn I thought
they would. I felt her carefully help me back up and then she started to brush
me off with her hands. I'm sure it would have looked comical to anybody
watching, but my mind was grasping for straws. Was she letting me go?

The answer was no because she abruptly head butted me. My head flew backwards
and my body followed in slow motion. For a moment, I teetered and then I fell
backwards flat on my back.

Again she was on me in a flash. This time, I felt my head get surrounded by
acres of female flesh. It was a moment more before I realized that she had
placed me in a reverse head scissors.

"I warned you about letting my legs get a hold of you!...You're in for it
now!"

Instantly, I felt the squeeze. Instinctively, my hands went to her mammoth
thighs trying to pry them apart.

She turned watching me with a bored expression on her face, but she didn't try
to interfere with my best efforts at escape, and she let me try to extricate
myself for a few more moments. Then as usual, she had a comment.

"No luck, huh!....Pity."

She was right about what she said earlier. Her thighs had swallowed my head,
and eaten me alive.

"See, we could have been doing this from the very beginning," she scolded.

Then she started to talk in that strange comical way again.

"I know you like this a lot!...But No! You had to call me that WORD and make
me angry. Then I had to rough you up a bit."

God, she was a crazy bitch! But I refrained from saying that out loud.

"Let's try this," she suggested.

After her statement, she grabbed my hair and pulled me closer into her ass
cheeks. At the same time she turned up her squeeze. Again my hands went
instinctively to her thighs.

"Ugggggghhhhh!" I yelled as her thighs ate me alive.

While I was occupied down below, her attention and her hands went to my skimpy
bikini briefs. As she squeezed her titanic thighs together, she started to
work my briefs slowly down my legs. In a matter of seconds she had them
completely off me.

"Whallah!" she yelled as she turned and looked at me still waving my briefs in
the air.

I tried to grab them, but she kept them just out of reach.

Then with a touch of sadness in her voice, she informed me, "I should have had
you wear more clothing....Men get so embarrassed when there stripped by a
woman during a fight...Hey! How's the view?"

The view was sensational, but I wasn't going to tell her that.

Instead, I did the only thing I was capable of doing. I smacked her butt with
the open palm of my hand. Afterwards, it felt like my skin was crawling with
bees.

"Hey! Stop that! You're only going to hurt your hand." She said jokingly, and
she squeezed me tighter in response.

While I floundered about, she returned her attention to my penis. It was now
completely exposed. I guess her mood had changed again and she was more
playful than vindictive. She made little booping noises when she grabbed at it
with her thumb and forefinger. The whole situation was utterly embarrassing.
Still, I felt myself becoming aroused.

The Countess soon tired of that game and repositioned herself so that she was
sitting with her large butt right on my chest. In my half beaten condition her
weight easily held me down.

Then her fingers tapped lightly on her chin and I heard her utter, "Hmmmm!"

I guess she was deciding what to do next. I didn't have long to wait.

She positioned her hands on my chest and aimed her magnificent derriere right
towards my face. I just had time to watch it descend downwards and then it
enveloped my world.

She erotically wiggled her hips back and forth smashing my face even farther
into her nether regions. Her hands played with her hair as she continued the
sensual massage for a few more moments.

Finally, she looked down towards me and asked, "Comfy?"

"Mmmmfffgghhh!"

"What?" she asked in as sweet voice.

"Mmmmfffgghh!"

"Oh!" she said and lifted her ass up slightly.

"I'm sorry!...I'm sorry I called you a bi...that word."

She chuckled at my refusal to say that word, then she was thinking again.

"Hmmmm!...let's try this!"

She was moving again repositioning herself. I might as well have been fighting
the wind for all the good my own training and fighting skills were against
her.

This time, I found my face buried deeply in her luscious breasts. Her own arms
were wound around my neck keeping my head from moving an inch. And, her entire
body rested on mine, while her own legs wound around mine in a tight
grapevine. Her body had completely engulfed mine in its embrace. In fact, her
body was wound around mine so tightly, it reminded me of a python attacking
its prey.

Then she lowered her head towards my ear and asked very sensually once more,
"Comfy?" At the same time, she flexed the muscles in her legs causing me great
pain.

"AGHHHHH!" I yelled.

"Oh hush up! I'm barely squeezing you!...THIS IS SQUEEZING!"

Her arms and legs mashed me so tightly to her that I didn't even have the
breath to cry out, but the pain and the sensation of her body all over my own
were totally blowing my mind. I had never felt so weak and out of control in
my life.

To top it off, my face was being smashed into those magnificent breasts of
hers. I'm sure it would have been most men's dream come true, but she was
dishing out too much pain for me to enjoy my position. To heighten her
pleasure and to magnify my embarrassment at her total domination of me, she
started to sensually move her upper body back-and-forth massaging my face with
those gargantuan breasts of hers.

When she finally let up a bit, my hands reached out for anything to grab a
hold of. Unfortunately, my one hand found the wrong thing to pull. I had
accidentally pulled her hair.

"AGHHHH!" she yelled and I immediately let go.

But it was already too late. She squeezed my body so tightly to her that I
thought I was going to black out, and at the same time, her legs were
destroying mine down below.

"I warned you about that," she said angrily, literally spitting the words out.

When she let up on her squeeze, I was almost in a semi conscious state.

"Ughhhhh! You've made so me mad! Now, you're really going to get it!"

This time she wasn't moving very fast, nor did she have to in my condition.
Her movements were more slow and erotic. It was more like I was going to get a
slow and sensual beating. And her next words were said without anger too. She
was using a deep husky sexual voice. It was all just too much for my mind.

"Come on, up you go."

She yanked on my hair and I slowly rose on my feet still more out than awake.
When I was up she swooped in and lifted me onto her shoulders than she started
to spin faster and faster till she stopped and slammed me back down hard onto
the mat.

"Oh! Did I hurt you?" she whispered in that low husky voice she was
using...Well, that's what I want!..That's what I want!"

Again she lifted me up by the hair and when I was standing on wobbly feet, I
let loose with a wild roundhouse right hand. Of course, she easily ducked out
of the way, and then my beating became just a blur to me. She hit me with some
wicked shots, and when she tired of that, she threw me all over the room and
against every wall again.

Outside of the room, Greta heard every inhuman scream by her employer and
every loud thump of my body as it crashed against the floor and walls. She
knew the Countess had lost control. Something that rarely happened, but when
it did the man was left broken and shattered for weeks, and once she had
actually killed a man. They had to dump his body in some woods in another
state. As Greta listened, it was beginning to be too much for her to take.

The Countess even used much of her martial arts training on me as well. I
thought that was a bit much. By this point, I was incapable of fighting back.

I think she was pulling her blows too. I think she wanted me conscious so I
wouldn't miss out on any of the fun as she called it. I'm not sure how long
the pummeling lasted. Time has no meaning when you're being destroyed.
Sometime during the melee, I realized that the Countess could have easily
killed me if she had wanted too. It was a revelation that would change the
rest of my life.

The beating was slow and almost sensual, and it was acted out at about half
speed. The Countess really liked to toy with her playthings. It gave my
beating a feeling of unreality, but I knew the pain was real.

Finally, I laid in a bloody mess at her feet. She was standing above me in
triumph with her chest heaving. I was in no condition to appreciate that
though. I'm sure I looked just like Beetle Bailey after the Sarge had gotten
through with him.

What came next blew my mind even more. She got behind me and sat down, laid
the back of my head in her crotch, and then grabbed hold of my legs and bent
them towards me back behind her elbows so that I was rolled up into a tight
ball with my feet bent back and my penis sticking up in the air. Then she
started to manipulate my penis. This position was extremely painful for me
because I was fairly certain that she had broken several of my ribs.

Talk about complete domination. Here I was rolled into a little ball while the
Countess manipulated my penis, and incredibly I began to respond in spite of
my best efforts not too.

When I was hard, she repositioned herself so she was on top and facing me.
From this position, she inserted my penis into her and then grabbed my neck
squeezing me tightly up against her. I was compressed beyond belief with my
legs crushed between us still sticking up in the air. I was in a great deal of
pain, but still I found my body reacting. The Countess was one awesome woman.
How could I not react to her body, even though she was crushing mine, using me
like a tube of toothpaste.

And this is how we had sex. With the Countess in total control. Using my body
and delivering pain even as she found her own sexual gratification.

I had been with a few screamers, but the Countess took it to a new level. It
was like I was with a wild animal, not a woman. She squeezed me unmercifully
with those titanium arms of hers, drawing my body to hers, crushing me. At the
same time, screaming like a banshee from hell as she drained me. The whole
time, my body and mind reeling from the pain as she crushed me to her,
negating any pleasure I might've derived from the coupling, and replacing it
with blinding and searing pain.

Afterwards, I lay at her feet like a pet who had just performed for its
master. I laid there moaning, but through the pain, I could hear her moaning
too or more accurately purring with sexual gratification. It was the sound not
of a woman, but of a wild animal. Who's urges led her to extremes and whose
indulgence in that gratification was total. I just wasn't sure from what she
derived more pleasure. My total destruction or the dominant sex she just had.
But I guess in her psyche, both were inexorably intertwined.

There at her feet, I tried to take inventory of myself. She had broken me
physically. I could barely move and when I did it was painful to say the
least. My mind had come through in one piece, but just barely. There was no
hate in my mind, at least not yet. I was too preoccupied with the fear that I
felt. I realized then that I was totally afraid of this woman, and afraid of
what the future held for me.

At the moment, I had no idea how to cope with this woman who was like no one I
had ever met before. I was like a toy to her. Right now, I was a very broken
toy.

It was in this half conscious half desperate and confused state that I thought
I heard the door open and then I heard a loud crash. It was painful, but I
tried to move my head and through the fog and the pain I could see the
Countess's body stretched out on the mat. It seemed unbelievable, but I think
Greta had just hit the Countess with a vase, and then I heard a familiar
voice.

"Commen, I have to get you out of here." At the same time she was scooping me
up and drawing me to her in those capable arms of hers.

"OWWW!" I cried or more accurately moaned as she started to carry my broken
body out the door.

"The Countess will be quite angry when she comes too." Greta informed me.

I was sure of that. In spite of the pain in moving even slightly, I turned my
head to make sure the Countess was still out, she was.

Greta didn't even dress me. She carried me right out to the car.

"I vil get you home."

She drove for hours. I would moan in the back seat from time-to-time and I
could see Greta turn and look at me with concern on her face. Periodically,
she stopped in secluded areas and tended to my needs. All of which were
medical in nature. Slowly, day turned to night, and we stopped for good at an
out of the way motel.

I was carried into the room and gently placed on the bed. It was then, with
concern of my own for Greta, I asked, "The Countess will fire you for this."

"Maybe, and maybe not...In any case, all that mattered was your safety," she
said softly, gently stroking my hair with one of her big hands while she
smiled down at me as she spoke.

All I could do was smile back up at her and say very gratefully, "Thank you!"
I was sure she had saved my life.

We stayed at the hotel for two weeks as my body slowly mended. Greta had taped
my ribs, and thankfully there was nothing broken except maybe my spirit.
During that time, I became quite found of the big girl who was taking very
good care of me.

When I was able to travel, she drove me a block from my parents home and
turned off the ignition. We just stared at each other for a moment each unable
to speak, and then she looked at me and said, "I must go!....Take care of
yourself!...Und don't let anybody take advantage of you again!"

We kissed there in the car under a street light. Then I got out waved good-
bye and turned and walked towards my parents house. I heard the car start up
and drive off. I didn't turn around, my future laid ahead of me, not behind.
Besides, the past was something I wanted to forget.

"Coffee Sir?"

The stewardesses voice made me jump a bit. I turned from the window and the
clouds to smile up at the stewardess and nod that I did indeed want some
coffee. I had been staring out the window of the big 747 for the last hour as
I relived that fateful event in my past life. I never saw either of them
again, but I do think of them often.

Both women had totally transformed my life. In the six years since that event,
I have become the man I wanted to be, a very driven man. The first thing I
did, was to let my family know that the military was not an option for me. I
think my hard line startled my father. Maybe, his ready acceptance of that
fact was because I now seemed to have a goal and a purpose in life, and upon
further reflection, maybe that's what he wanted from me all along.

My second action was to build myself up. I even took boxing lessons, and I
found I did have a talent for it. But I didn't stop there, I became proficient
in several of the martial arts. I was a first or second degree black belt in
several of them and had even won a few competitions. The competition seemed to
hone my growing self confidence, and it helped me to forget that terrible
experience or at least to move on.

I threw that same energy into my business dealings too, and I succeeded there
also. Actually, beyond my wildest dreams. I was now the owner and chief
executive officer of a rather large company, Geiger Enterprises. And now I was
going to Japan to expand my operation into the huge Asian markets and grow my
company even more.

As the flight attendant handed me my coffee, I turned and looked back towards
the window and at the clouds in the distance. And I thought of my parents once
again. I remembered how I made up a completely bogus story about my kidnapping
when I stumbled onto their doorstep and back into their lives. I just couldn't
tell them the truth, and in fact, I still couldn't deal with the truth yet
myself.

Oh, a few years later, I remember driving about the countryside trying to find
that house and the Countess once more. I was still angry and I wanted to kill
her or at least bring to her as much pain and agony as she had brought to me.
I never did find her though or that house again. Maybe, it was for the best. I
wasn't sure what I would have done if I had found her anyway. I knew she was
formidable, but by this time, I was very formidable also.

I was fairly certain the Countess had moved on by then. Predators territories
have to be large because they soon wipeout their prey in any given area. I
guess I'll never now for sure what happened to her. Sometimes, I wonder about
Greta too. Did the Countess take her back? Something told me that she did. I
thought for reasons I didn't understand, the two women needed each other.

I took a sip of my coffee and smiled. I had transformed my life and now I was
looking forward to another adventure. Japan beckoned, and I was ready for it.

End of part 1