Tough Love
by valerafon
A Woman finds what she wants and takes him.


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.

Author's note: The genesis of this story came from two scissor scenes from the
movies. The first scene, I remember, was from Modesty Blaise where Mrs.
Farthingale, the villainess of the story kills a mime with her legs and then
tosses him off a cliff. The second scene which is very short but very sexy is
from Assault on Devil's Island. In that scene, Shannon Tweed crushes a man
between her legs while they negotiate. If you want more details on these two
scenes go to DMG's bookshelf. He gives a great review of each scene.

Tough Love:

I was in my swimming trunks by the pool waiting for the Countess to appear.
She came out in a robe and approached me. I bowed slightly as she approached.
She stopped, gave me that enigmatic smile of hers, and then, without warning,
flipped me over her shoulder. While I was trying to recover, she bent down and
slapped me hard across my face. It took me a few seconds to recover, and by
this time, the Countess had already made her way to the pool and was waiting
for me.

Quickly, I scrambled to my feet and ran over to her. She started to disrobe
even before I got there. If her robe hit the pool deck, there would be hell to
pay. I got there just in time as she slipped it off her shoulders and I deftly
caught it as she made her way down the pool steps into the water.

I watched her for a moment as she glided down into the water. She was
breathtaking. Tall, dark with sultry good looks, and a body to die for.
Unfortunately for me, I have almost done so on many occasions.

I shook my head to break the spell and quickly moved to the table to fold her
robe. I was already late with her drink. When I got there, my nose itched so I
rubbed it with the backside of my hand. As I started to neatly fold her robe,
I noticed blood on my hand.

I panicked, I looked Evana's way to see if she was watching me. She was
swimming and she did not see my indiscretion. I quickly looked over her robe,
thankfully, there was no blood on it, and I took a moment to breath a short
sigh of relief. Then, I wiped the blood off my hand and finished neatly
folding her robe.

I was running out of time, and I quickly had to make my way over to the bar to
make her favorite drink. She called it "The ManBreaker." It was a concoction
of several different ingredients including Vermouth, Seagrams, and just a
pinch of Scotch. I tried it once, and all I remember is waking up the next day
with a tremendous headache.

I quickly added the ice and stirred it vigorously to chill, placed a parasol
in the glass, and her favorite type of olive. Then I quickly moved to the pool
where she was lounging on the pool steps half in and half out of the water
waiting for her drink.

As I bent down and she took the drink from the serving tray, she spoke in that
glorious Russian accent of hers, "Your late, add five minutes."

I nodded and then handed her the drink. She removed the parasol and threw it
away. I made a mental note to retrieve it. As I waited patiently, on my knee,
by the side of the pool. She casually ate the olive and then sipped her drink.

"IT'S WARM!" she bellowed, and threw the drink in my face.

Then she said imperiously, "Make me another, and add ten minutes."

I took the glass, nodded obediently, and retrieved the parasol before I left
to make her another drink. But first, I thought I better stop by the table and
record my punishment. I picked up a small note pad and recorded faithfully the
fifteen minutes I had just earned.

I quickly added up today's tally. So far, I would be spending one hour and
fifteen minutes wrapped in Evana's powerful legs. The thought scared and
thrilled me all at the same time. If I was not careful during the experience,
I could have several ribs broken. That meant I had to appease her any way I
could which often included compliments, groveling, and a lot of begging and
pleading which I had elevated, for my own personal survival, into an art form.

I had been daydreaming and I quickly glanced Evana's way. She was staring at
me with an impatient look on her face. I quickly went back to the bar and used
all my skill to get the drink just right for her.

Then, I hurried back and presented her with my best effort. As before, she
repeated her ritual with the parasol and the olive, and then sipped her drink.

I waited nervously for the verdict.

'It pleases me," she said, and then she took another sip.

I breathed a small sigh of relief as her next command filled my ears.

"Join me!"

I placed the small serving tray down and quickly entered the water. I walked
down the steps till I was in front of her and sat down in the water never
looking at her as I did so. She was a couple of steps above me and as she took
another sip of her drink, she slowly began to place her long lovely powerful
legs around my head.

"You love my legs, don't you?"

I knew the answer to that one, and I said very obediently, "Yes, Countess."

Before she entwined them around my head, she rubbed one of those long glorious
legs back and forth on my cheek, and asked in her heavy Russian accent, "They
drive you wild, don't they?"

Another easy one. "Yes, Countess."

Then as she encircled my head with her amazing legs and closed the vice, she
offered me hope.

"If you're a good little boy, I may not break you tonight!"

I could only hope. "Thank you Countess," I said dutifully.

Then I felt the powerful crush of her awesome legs. It was immediate and
overpowering. The Countess often used only fifty percent of their power on me,
and I was thankful for that.

Still, the effect was immediate and intense. I knew not to touch her legs
unless she ordered it. That indiscretion always had consequences, and I had
long ago learned to minimize the ordeal. I just hoped she would have her fun
above water. I so hated the experience of being submerged and at the total
mercy of her dominating legs. She would often keep me under for the longest of
times, and I actually believed I had improved my lung capacity by almost
double in the last few months.

As she toyed with me there in the pool of her large mansion, I remembered our
first meeting and how it all began.

My name is Todd O'brien and I was a computer programmer for a large firm in
Los Angeles. I kept trim and fit by surfing every chance I got, but lately my
job had been taking more and more of my time. I had a lot of girl friends too.
My surfer good looks, long blonde hair, and athletic body kept me well stocked
with babes.

Then one day my boss asked if I would do him a favor. It seems that an
important Russian dignitary had just rented a Beverly Hills mansion for the
summer, and she needed someone to set up her computer and other electronic
equipment.

That didn't sound like something we would do, but he said he got a call from
the state department, and that he would consider it a personal favor if I
would take care of it for him. A personal favor for the vice president sounded
like something that might jump start my career so I readily agreed.

He had one more thing to tell me before I left the office, he told me that the
man at the state department cautioned that the Russian lady in question was a
bit eccentric. Great! I thought. I'd be spending the day with some eighty year
old crone with Alltimers.

As I drove up the drive, the mansion reminded me of the one in the Beverly
Hillbillies. It was large, spacious, and over done. As I rang the bell, I
hoped to own one someday.

An old Russian maid opened the door and spoke in broken English.

"Deliveries in the back, please."

"No, I'm here to fix the computers."

She gave me a strange look and reverted to Russian, "Sto?"

The..Compuuuters! I said very slowly.

She finally seemed to understand what I meant and she let me in.

"Ostavatcia," she said and then moved off.

From my college Russian, I think that meant remain here. So I patiently
waited.

A few moments later a whirlwind entered the hallway. She was an extremely tall
and beautiful woman dressed in a white blouse and black leather skirt. The
skirt was well above her knees revealing a great set of legs which were
enhanced by the black stiletto pumps she was wearing. I estimated her to be in
her late twenties to early thirties.

She was talking loudly to another beautiful female who appeared to be her
assistant and who was almost as tall as the dark haired woman. While they
walked, she was frantically giving orders to the younger woman and the younger
woman was taking notes.

"I have no time for him," she said in a delightful Russian accent....."Have
Yuri handle..."

When she saw me, she stopped talking and eyed me up and down for a few
moments. That was OK with me because I was doing the same thing to her. Her
face was not angelic, but it was outstanding in every respect. I liked her
large red lips and her dark Slavic features.

Her dark hair and that dark complexion gave her face a mysterious air that
intrigued and excited me, and when her large green eyes flashed it made her
face come alive almost giving her a wild untamed look.

She was really tall for a women as well. She had to be a couple of inches
taller than me with her heels on, and I was six feet tall. She really looked
outstanding in that outfit she was wearing and when I glanced down at her legs
they just took my breath away.

"On second thought, I will handle this," she told her aid and then dismissed
her with a wave of her hand. Before she left, she spoke some Russian to her
which I couldn't quite catch. Something to do with a background check.

Then she turned her complete attention to me. As she walked up, I felt a
little uneasy in her presence. Like she was a caged lioness who had boundless
energy and couldn't use it. As she spoke, I wondered if she was some sort of
secret agent. She certainly was beautiful enough to be one.

"So, you are the computer genius...Follow me." she said in that beautiful
Russian accent, and then she flashed me a big smile.

As she spoke, she showed me the direction we would take with a wave of her
hand.

All I said was, "Hardly!"

As we walked up the steps to the second floor of the mansion, she turned
towards me and raised her eyebrows at my comment, and said, "Oh!"

In a friendly voice I answered her worries, "I can fix your problem, though."

As we entered a large bedroom, she said, "Good!....What is your name?"

"Todd," I said as I looked around the large bedroom.

"Todd? What kind of name is that?"

"Short," I answered back.

She stared at me for a second and then she flashed that big smile of hers, and
made a joke of her own.

"You're not so short," she answered back.

Then as we walked toward a computer setup on a large wooden desk in one corner
of the room, she added, "American's, they're so unpredictable."

As we got there, I said boldly which was my nature, "You're not so short
either....How tall are you if I may ask?"

"With heels?" she inquired.

"With any man," I answered back.

She stared at me for a moment with a blank look on her face, and then her eyes
flashed with green fire giving her face a wild and dangerous look. Then she
laughed long and loud.

Well, Todd you are quite something!...But for the record, I am six feet and
one hundred and eighty pounds."

I looked at her for a moment with a perplexed look on my face, and then my
eyes roamed over her body.

"Is something wrong?" she asked in a concerned voice.

"It's just that you don't..." And I hesitated.

"I don't look my weight..Right?..Well, I am a big Russian woman who likes to
work out and who is very athletic..And who can take care of herself......In
the Afghanistan war, I was a Russian fighter pilot."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to cause offense...I heard them call you Countess."

"None taken...Royalty is in my blood. I like to be called Countess, but in
today's Russia royalty means absolutely nothing. Now, I am a business woman
here on holiday."

As I looked at the computer set up, I went over the facts in my head. She was
rich, very rich, and she had been a Russian fighter pilot and she was very
athletic among other things. I plugged the computer in and wondered what other
secrets she was keeping.

As I set everything up, she stayed with me watching everything I did. After a
time, I began explaining things to her which she readily picked up. I tried to
make the time last, but finally I had everything up and running.

When I was done, she surprised me by saying, "Do you like to swim?"

"Yes," I said.."I like to surf."

"Good, then your athletic...I have a large pool...Why don't you come over
tonight, and we will go for a swim."

I looked at her and couldn't believe what I was hearing, and my good luck.

I must have taken too long to answer because she said, " Americans do not like
aggressive women?"

"No!.No!" I stammered. I like aggressive women.

"Good!" she said, and she walked up and looked down into my eyes. Then she
took her hands and rubbed them down my arms in a very sensual manner like she
was feeling my muscles, and she said provocatively, "Because I am a very
aggressive woman!"

I just stared up into those green eyes of hers, and because they were so
enchanting I couldn't move or speak for a moment.

Then she was talking again, "Shall we say eight!...And don't be late!"

As I drove back home, I thought to myself that I had hit the mother load. I
couldn't believe my luck. That's when I realized I didn't know her name. I
guess the Countess would do in a pinch. Anyway, that name added an air of
mystery to her which intrigued me.

The hours dragged by till finally it was time. I wasn't sure if I should dress
up, but I was going swimming after all, so I dressed casual and carried a
small duffel with my trunks inside.

This time, when I approached the door, the Countesses aid appeared and ushered
me inside.

"The Countess is waiting for you at the pool," she told me, then she pointed
out the direction with a wave of her hand, and she disappeared.

I followed in the direction she pointed till I found what I was looking for.
The house was quiet and I hadn't run in to anybody along the way. At the pool,
the lights were on and I saw the Countess swimming in the large oversized
pool.

I watched her a second as she swam. She was taking long powerful strokes, and
I could tell she was athletic just by the way she moved in the water.

When she saw me she waved and made her way out of the pool. She was wearing a
bikini, but it was like no bikini I had ever seen before. It was small and
black and barely covered anything, and the material glistened in the lights.

When she approached, she saw my expression and the way I looked at her, and
she said, "It's vinyl...Do you like?"

It wasn't the suit I liked, but what I saw inside. That's when I really
noticed how massively large her thighs were. They were awesome! They weren't
fat, but they were surely bigger than mine.

Her breasts were massive too, but then I realized she was a big girl. Bigger
than I liked, but maybe, she would change my tastes.

"Noticing my duffel, she asked, "Your suit?"

I nodded.

"No, I have something special for you." And she took me over to a table near
the pool.

On it were a pair of trunks. They were black and very small and very shiny. I
was sure they were made out of the same material that her suit was made out
of.

I looked at it and thought it looked tiny, a bit gaudy for my tastes, and I
said, "I don't think I can fit in that."

"It will fit," she assured me.."I got your size."

I wondered how she knew my size, but while I was contemplating that, she had
gotten my little joke.

She laughed, patted my crotch, and said mischievously, "You'll wear it for me,
won't you?...And try to stuff it all in!"

What man could refuse her anything? I went over to the tent and put it on.
When I came back she was sitting by the bar. When she saw me and my tight
little trunks she gave me the eye.

"Uhhhh! I like the way it looks on you!" she said suggestively.

I modeled it for her turning around a few times and she laughed again at my
antics. When I finally sat down, she had a drink waiting for me.

It didn't look like my kind of drink, but I could be sociable. I took the
parasol out and the olive too. I didn't like olives, and I took a sip.

"After I swallowed it, I said, "Woa! That's strong stuff!"

"It's an acquired taste," she explained.

"What do you call it," I asked.

She flashed those green eyes at me again, and said, "Umm! Maybe, I'll tell you
someday."

I shrugged and took another sip. Then I asked the question I forgot to ask
earlier, "You know, I don't even know your name."

"Evana," she said provocatively, "but I do like being called Countess, would
you mind?"

I liked her name, but Countess fit her and I told her so.

Then it was my turn to get bold.

"Are there any men in your life?"

"There have been many, but none that matter now," she said like she was
telling me something important.

Then she took my hand and we went back to the pool. We swam for what seemed
like hours with her laughter at my corny jokes filling the air. Every so
often, we would leave the pool and she would make me another one of those
drinks, and they were going down easier as the night wore on.

Soon, I lost track of time, and I was definitely feeling the drinks. I just
wondered how Evana could hold them so well.

Later on in the evening, I had to go to the bathroom and when I returned,
Evana was sitting at the edge of the pool lifting up and inspecting one of her
long lovely legs. She had raised it high into the air and she was running her
hand along the side of one of her massive thighs. That looked interesting and
I was compelled to walk over.

"Do you have a cramp?" I asked.

"No!" she said still running her hand along her thigh. "There a bit much,
aren't they?....My legs I mean."

"Are you kidding, they're gorgeous!" I answered back.

Then her mood changed and her eyes flashed again. It was like she had been
transformed into someone or something else.

"But they're insatiable!....They want what they want."

She was talking like they had a mind of their own. I thought the conversation
was getting a little spooky, but I had to say something. I wanted the other
Countess back. She was a lot more fun.

Impulsively, I reached out and touched her big thigh very tenderly with my
right hand, and she immediately reacted by closing her eyes and taking a deep
breath. It was like my touch sparked something deep inside of her.

"That's very dangerous," she warned.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"You must leave!" she warned further..."I can't control them for long!".

I didn't have the slightest idea what she was talking about. Did she have some
wild dogs in the house?

With great effort she tried to control her emotions, and finally she calmed
and became her old self again.

"Then she said cryptically, "Well, you've been warned...But like most men,
you'll ignore it."

Trying to lighten the mood which had inexplicably turned dark, I said, "If
we're talking about you're legs..Believe me when I say they can't be ignored."

She smiled but didn't laugh.

Then as we got up, I felt the drinks. She grabbed my arm to steady me.

"I think you better stay the night," she told me.

"I don't want to impose," I answered back.

"Nonsense, you're in no condition to drive. I'll have Stella fix you a room."

She helped me into the house and when Stella appeared, she barked out an order
in Russian. Stella nodded, looked me over with clinical interest, and then
left.

My Russian was still good enough to get some of what she said. Something about
a room near hers. That was an interesting bit of information that rummaged
around in my mind and brought up interesting possibilities.

Evana had me by the arm and I was surprised by the strength I felt in her
grip. She sort of half carried me half steered me up the stairs where Stella
was dutifully waiting to show us the room that she had just prepared. Evana
nodded her approval, and helped me inside.

"Just sleep in your trunks, she said, "we'll bring your clothes up in the
morning."

I was feeling really woozy and the bed looked inviting. I nodded and she
steered me over to the bed and helped me lay on top of the covers. Then she
bent down and kissed my forehead.

Running her hand lightly across my cheek she said, "You are a wonderful
man.....A pity."

Then she turned and walked out.

I didn't have time to contemplate her words as the drinks took there affect
and I fell instantly asleep.

I awoke to music. It was Latin and fiery. I opened my eyes and rubbed them and
tried to focus. Across the room by a record player was the Countess. I had to
rub my eyes again because I didn't believe what I was seeing.

She was wearing a very provocative outfit to say the least. Her hair was done
up in a bun and her boobs were encased in a flimsy lacy almost transparent
black bra which wasn't very big and it barely left anything to the
imagination. All the bra and straps did was hold and give shape to her massive
breasts which looked like they'd spill out at any moment.

Below her waist she was wearing the matching panties to her bra. They left
very little to the imagination as well. And to add to the ensemble her long
sexy legs were in cased in shear black nylons which were held up by a garter
belt. Finishing the look she was wearing tall black pumps which added to her
height and made the contours of her legs bulge out in interesting ways.

When she saw I was up and alert, she slowly danced over to me pumping and
grinding as she moved. I was wide awake in moments and I couldn't take my eyes
off her. She exuded a shear animal magnetism which electrified me. She
finished her dance and then she laid her big body down next to mine.

The music was still playing and it added its own energy to the moment. She
scooted next to me keeping her head above mine and as she looked into my eyes,
she snaked her one leg under my body. When that leg was in position, she
seductively placed her other long lovely leg over my leg.

As she settled in, she looked down at me with fire in her eyes. She looked so
beautiful and wild above me with her red stained lips just inches from my own.
At that moment, I wanted her like no other women I had ever been with.

That's when she struck. She snapped her legs shut and I felt instant pain. In
moments, her legs evoked a low moan from me.

"OHH!" I cried, "Evana what are you doing to me?"

She constricted my stomach even more before she said piteously, "I must break
you!"

Then her mouth descended and she kissed me hard even as her legs destroyed me.
I fought with her lips but they kept me prisoner as well.

When she broke the kiss off, she also let up on her crushing squeeze.

"I like my men docile," she told me..."My legs will make you that way."

"Evana, this is craz..."

I didn't get the words completely out when her legs started to crush me again.
This time it was even more intense than before. Her squeeze was so
debilitating, my body felt paralyzed.. I couldn't move, I couldn't breath, and
I could barely talk.

As she squeezed me, she went wild screaming and moaning and scratching me with
her long nails tossing her head in wild abandon. She had turned into a wild
animal and I was her prey.

Then she calmed and started a count, "Fifty percent!"

I screamed for the first time.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Sixty percent!" she said in that sexy Russian voice of hers.

Her legs ground into my middle turning my stomach muscles to mush. And I
screamed even louder which the loud music muffled.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

"This is Seventy percent of my leg strength....I dare go no higher," she said
clinically.

I couldn't breath and now I couldn't scream either. I was on the verge of
passing out, and as I looked up into her green eyes, I found no pity there.

Then her legs relaxed their crushing embrace just a little, and I could breath
again, but it still was painful.

"Tonight, you are mine!....I will break you!....And then I will put you back
together the way I like my men!"

When she was through with her speech, she grabbed my mouth and kissed it
violently, and then she crushed me again.

Slowly, as the night wore on, I was ground down between her massive thighs. My
whimpering and crying thrilled her, and she had several orgasms while I
suffered between her tireless legs. Her orgasms caused her body to shake
violently, and with my body entwined in hers, I felt each one in turn.

When I blacked out, she would tap my cheek lightly till I woke up again. And
each time I came back to consciousness, I awoke more frightened then before. I
think she fed off my fear, because it seemed to turn her on as much as my
screams did.

As she tirelessly crushed me between her legs, she would tell me, "You are
mine...I own you."

By this time, I was sobbing more than screaming. She had taken me beyond my
limits, and as I looked up into her wild eyes, I feared her, I feared for my
life. I told her anything and everything she wanted to her and yet she still
crushed me, crushing my will to resist, my manliness my machismo right out of
me.

In the morning, Stella entered the room and turned down the record player and
walked over to the bed. Evana, still had her powerful legs wrapped around me
as she held me close and played with my hair as I sobbed into her large
breasts.

The aid looked on the scene dispassionately for a moment and then she asked
her boss, "Has he been prepared?"

The Countess turned, and said in a calm even voice, "Yes! He will be staying
in my room....You will find his keys with his clothes....Go to his apartment
and bring his belongings."

At that moment, I let out a long lingering sob.

Stella listened and looked at me with no expression on her pretty young face.
Then a small smile crossed her lips. She lingered for a moment longer, and
then turned to do her mistresses bidding.

That happened two months ago. Now, as Evana's legs submerged my head for the
tenth time. I realized I had no will of my own left. Her awesome legs had seen
to that.

When her legs brought my head back up, I caught my breath and raised my eyes
to look up at her. She was as beautiful and haughty looking as ever.

She paused a moment in my torture, and looked down into my eyes and told me
what I already knew, "Soon, I will be leaving for Russia...And you will be
coming back with me."

I knew not to say anything, but her legs still crushed me just the same, and
as I looked back up into her piteous green eyes, I asked, "Will I survive?"

She looked down at me dispassionately for a moment. Then, a thin smile crossed
her ruby red lips, and she began to rub my cheeks tenderly with her big hands
even as her legs continued there relentless crush.

"A long life is so overrated," she told me, and then her legs crushed me even
more..

The End