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Alex surveyed the weight room, a smile playing on his lips. Cameron's Gym attracted a very mixed crowd, everything from tubbies trying in vain to shed a few pounds to the keep fit crowd and on up to builders like himself. He rather liked that, actually. Alex regarded himself as a man amongst men, a perfect example of maleness for others to look up to. He told himself that he liked the fact that Cameron's attracted casual users because it meant he could serve as a role model to them, something for the men to look up to and admire and for the women to lust after. He thought of this as akin to a public service, rather than the immense egotism it actually was.
In truth, Alex was a man who liked to show off. And why not? He was still young, good looking, tall, wealthy... and the most muscular man in the entire gym. In short, he was everything that men aspired to be. He was also, though he would never admit it, a massive egomaniac. Strutting and posing in front of the others was just another way to feed his craving for domination.
He walked past banks of machines, watching the guys working on them. None of them matched his physical perfection, of course. He was King of the Gym, and it felt so good!
He stopped to watch one guy doing curls on a machine. "Hey man," Alex said. It was against gym etiquette to interrupt somebody during their workout, but Alex regarded little rules like that as being for other people.
The guy nodded to him. He was a stereotypical 'ninety-pound weakling', Alex thought. Couldn't have been more than 5'5" tall at most. He was kind of pale, not unhealthy looking as such, but definitely somebody who didn't spend a lot of time outside. Arms like limp noodles, legs not much bigger.
"How much you curling?" Alex asked.
"Forty pounds," the guy said.
Alex laughed. "Man, you're not going to get much benefit from that! Is that all you can manage?"
The guy blushed at the laugh and nodded.
"Geez, hardly even worth bothering with," Alex laughed cruelly and wandered away.
Whilst showing off to the other men was Alex's main motivation for the time he spent in the gym, showing off to the women there came a definite second. Not every woman, of course - only the fittest, most beautiful gym bunnies were good enough for a man like him, of course. Leaving the little guy behind, Alex walked down the line of machines until he came to a prime target. She was early twenties at most, slim, with a toned athletic physique and the big stripper tits that Alex truly loved. He watched for a while, openly leering as she worked the machine.
"Nice abs, babe," he said by way of introduction.
"Uh huh," she said, wishing he would just go away and pester somebody else.
"Nice rack, too," he added generously. This was going well, he thought to himself, she was obviously into him. In truth she was wishing that the jerk would just go away and leave her alone, but Alex was not one who was generally in tune with other people's thoughts. He pretty much just assumed that other people spent most of their time thinking about how great he was and how lucky they were to be around him.
"So, you want to get together after you're done? Maybe go get a drink or something?" Alex asked.
"Nope," she said. Maybe he would go away if she did the absolute minimum in the way of talking to him, she thought.
"Awww, come on," Alex said, figuring the bitch was just playing hard to get, "it'll be fun. We could even make an evening of it. I can get us in to the best restaurants and the coolest clubs in town."
"No thanks," she said, grimacing.
"Why on Earth not?" Alex asked, genuinely bewildered.
"Well if nothing else," she said, "you're trying to ask me out, and you haven't even bothered to find out what my name is yet."
Alex shrugged. "Okay, if that's a big deal then tell me your name, and we can go out tonight. Might even take you back to my place if you're really lucky," he added generously. If the prospect of that didn't do it, surely nothing could.
She sighed. "Look, when I want to turn a guy down I usually say I'm flattered for the interest, and thanks but no thanks, but honestly, in this case, I'm just gonna say no, not if you were the last man on Earth, and leave it at that."
"Well fuck," Alex said in annoyance, "are you frigid or something? Ohhhh... that's it! You're one of those lesbians, right? You're into women! No wonder!" He laughed, suddenly relieved. "Man, that's just my luck, picking on a lesbian type."
The woman rolled her eyes, gritting her teeth. "Yeah, okay, I'm a lesbian," she said in annoyance. "So, you have no chance. Better to just go now, okay?"
"Well hell," Alex said with a grin, "it's okay, I'm not picky. Tell you what, I'll do you a favour, just this once. Let me show you what a real man can do in the bedroom. Trust me, one night with me and you'll be batting for the other team in no time!"
"Is there a problem here?"
Alex turned, annoyed at whoever was daring to interrupt his pick-up routine. To his amazement, it was the tiny guy he had talked to before. What the hell? "Dude," he said in annoyance, "what gives? You don't intrude on another guy's game!"
"The lady said she wants you to leave her alone," the guy said. "Why don't you just go and do some working out? That's what you're here for, isn't it?"
Alex glared at him. How dare a little beta like this talk back to him! He stepped forward, looming over the guy by a good nine inches. "Why don't you back the fuck off and mind your own damn business, before I mind it for you?" He said threateningly.
The little guy didn't back down - quite the reverse, he actually stepped forward himself and glared back at Alex. Truthfully, he was rather intimidated and more than a little scared. He had no illusions that he would stand any kind of a chance against the bigger man if it came down to it, but he wasn't about to back down and let the guy harass a woman.
"Gentlemen, is there a problem here?"
The voice was low and melodic, female and decidedly so. Alex turned, opening his mouth to vent his anger at yet another interruption, and found himself face to face with one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
She was Asian, he thought, Japanese or maybe Chinese. She had the typical dark eyes and jet-black hair, the latter tied back from her face in a simply ponytail. She had a bone structure to die for, an incredibly cute little button nose and generous, sensuous lips. He was instantly smitten.
She was also one of the largest women he had ever seen. She topped his own 6'2" by at least an inch or more. That was bad enough, but she also had a physique which, if he was honest, was a match and more than a match for his own. He had never seen a woman so muscular. Hell, he had only rarely seen men so muscular.
Almost as striking as her physical appearance was her presence. The woman practically radiated calm self-confidence. Alex was used to other people being intimidated by him - why wouldn't they be, given how amazing he was? Now here was somebody who clearly felt herself to be entirely in control of the situation just by virtue of being there. Alex just stared, struck dumb for once. That gave the babe behind him a chance to speak up. "Nothing too serious," she said. "I was just trying to get this guy to leave me alone. This gentleman came over to give me a hand," she added, gesturing towards the little guy. He was busy staring at the newcomer, his eyes practically bugging out of his head.
"I see," the woman said. "Well, that's not a small problem, ma'am. Harassment of female members is a serious problem at many gyms. There's a strict policy against it here."
Alex recovered his wits and blushed at the implied criticism. "Hey now," he said angrily. "Is everyone in this whole place determined to gang up on me or what? First, I have this lesbo bitch mouthing off at me, then this little wimp comes over here and sticks his ugly face in! He's lucky I didn't flatten him just on general principles, talking to me that way. And all this just because I decided to cut the bitch a break and show her a good time for once? Come on, I've done nothing wrong here!"
The big woman's expression flashed with anger at his words. She shook her head slightly, a frown on her beautiful features. "Sir," she said, "I don't appreciate your using language like that about others. Let's discuss the situation with some mutual respect, please."
"Language? What language?" Alex was genuinely mystified. "And anyway, what the hell does any of this have to do with you? This is none of your damn business!"
"Well, perhaps some introductions are in order," the woman said. "I'm Cameron. As in Cameron's Gym. I own the place. That makes it my damn business if you decide to act like an ass."
Alex gritted his teeth as the babe and the little guy snickered. "I'm Jade," the babe said by way of introduction. Cameron nodded and smiled down at the little guy. "And you are...?"
"Kevin," he mumbled, clearly still awed by Cameron's immense physique.
"Well it's nice to meet you both," Cameron said with a warm smile. "First, let me apologise to you for having your visit disrupted today. I'm afraid such things do happen now and again, despite my best efforts. As for you, sir," she said to Alex, her expression turning ominous, "I think perhaps you'd best leave."
Alex shook his head. "Hey, I've done nothing at all wrong here," he said, still fuming. "In fact, I think I might just lodge an official complaint!"
Cameron stared at him incredulously. "A complaint? Who exactly do you think you're going to complain to? Did you miss the part where I said I own this gym?"
Alex blushed angrily as Jade and Kevin snickered again. He rounded on the little guy angrily, clenching his fist. "You better just shut up," he said in fury. "Or else I'll make you shut up!"
Kevin paled under the obvious threat but held his ground. "If you want to try, then I'm not stopping you," he said calmly. He was damned if he'd back down against this bully. He'd rather take a beating than that.
"Hey!" Cameron said sharply. "Acting an ass is one thing. Making threats against my clientele is another. Leave now, or I'll throw you out on your ass!"
Now it was Alex's turn to be incredulous. What the hell was this bitch thinking? "Like you could," he scoffed.
Cameron raised an eyebrow. "You don't think I could handle you?" She asked quietly.
"Handle me!" Alex openly laughed now. "Come on lady, I know you're big for a woman and you got that whole 'I wish I was really a man' muscle thing going on, but you're still just a woman. No woman is stronger than a man, obviously."
"Is that so?" Cameron said, suddenly very still. "You're telling me that every man is stronger than every woman? Is that really what you're saying?"
"Well duh, of course men are stronger than women," Alex said.
"Um, I doubt I'm stronger than Cameron," Kevin spoke up. He grinned. "In fact, I doubt I'm stronger than Jade..."
Cameron smiled at him. It wasn't a lot of men who would admit to such a thing, she thought. It showed a lot of self-confidence on his part.
Alex laughed. "Well sure, but I'm talking about real men," he said. "Not little wimps like this guy."
Kevin gritted his teeth in annoyance at Alex's latest display of crass stupidity. "But you think you're stronger than me, yes?" Cameron said.
"Obviously," Alex said smugly.
She stepped forward, and despite the fact that she was only a little larger than Alex, she suddenly seemed to be looming over him. "What," she said, "would you bet on that?"
He laughed. "I'm not much of a gambler, but then that's not much of a bet. Name your stakes."
"Tell you what. If you win... free membership of this gym, for life. You can use the facilities as and when you like. And if I win... you keep paying your membership fees for life but you leave today and you never, ever come back here."
"Deal," Alex said instantly. "I can't wait to see the look on your face when I win! So, what do we compete on?"
"Three rounds," Cameron said. "And just so you can't make excuses, you pick what we compete on in each round. Anything you like, so long as it is a test of physical strength. Kevin here acts as the referee."
Kevin looked a little startled, but quickly nodded.
"Okay, no problem there," Alex said. "We'll do bench pressing first."
They went over to one of the big bench press machines. "We'll start at one hundred pounds," Cameron said, "and work up. Okay with you?"
"Pfffft! My little sister could press a hundred!" Alex laughed, "but go right ahead."
Cameron put a hundred pounds on the bar and lay back on the bench, feet on the floor. She breathed deeply a couple of times, straightened her arms, and unracked the bar. She lowered it steadily, paused for a long moment, then lifted it again and put it back on the rack. It was indeed not a whole lot of weight by her standards, but she wanted to be able to warm up a little on lower weights before things got serious.
Alex swapped places with her and repeated the press. He had pretty decent form, she had to admit. In fact, he seemed like a pretty capable guy with weights, he obviously did look after himself. He had a good physique, she had to admit. In fact, he was a good-looking guy. She found herself wondering if he had a decent cock to match.
"One twenty next," she said. She pressed that just as easily, as did Alex. The next few presses also gave neither of them any problems. Kevin watched them both with a mix of awe and a little jealousy. He was pretty cute too, Cameron thought to herself. She fantasised about using both of them at once and felt a familiar tingling in her crotch.
"Two hundred," she said, adding a couple more plates to the bar. "Now things start to get interesting!"
She lay on the bench and took a deep breath, centring herself carefully. Lifted... lowered... paused... raised... replaced. She had to admit, it was a struggle. But not that much of a struggle.
Alex also managed two hundred, though again it didn't look nearly as easy as it had so far. "Two twenty next," he said with a smile.
Again, both of them managed the weight without too much trouble. Kevin was looking truly impressed now. Cameron kept catching him looking at her muscles when he thought she wouldn't notice. He looked kind of turned on, actually. Interesting...
Two forty was a strain for both of them, but Cameron remained confident. They hadn't yet hit her personal best, and she was certain that she could beat even that if she really had to.
At two sixty things really did get interesting. Cameron managed the weight, seriously straining but coping with it. Alex, though, was clearly struggling badly. She stood poised, ready to take the load if he should falter. He almost did. On the lift his arms began to tremble quite badly, and the bar started to tilt to one side. She was one second away from stepping in to take it when, with a moan of effort, he managed to straighten the bar up and barely, just barely, complete the lift.
"Up to two eighty," she said. Alex looked at her with dismay, knowing from the way she had handled this load that she would probably make the next - and that he probably wouldn't.
Not that his ego was going to let him admit that, of course. "No problem," he said with all the feigned confidence he could muster.
Cameron lay back and took a few deep breaths, centring herself. She took a grip on the bar, lifted... lowered it to her chest slowly, paused, then lifted again. Her biceps bulged as she exerted raw muscular power on the bar, using every bit of her strength. Slowly the bar went up... up... a smooth, perfect lift. Her elbows locked and she paused for a long moment then carefully lowered the bar back onto the rack.
"You turn, honey," she said with a smile as she rose.
"Yeah yeah," Alex muttered. He lay on the bench and took a grip on the bar. He managed to lift it off the rack, barely, but when he started to lower it the bar tilted crazily to one side and try as he might, he just couldn't stop it. His left elbow gave way and the bar dropped - and then stopped as Cameron caught it and lifted it back onto the rack.
"You lose, Alex," she said with a teasing smile. Jade and Kevin both burst into applause, laughing as Alex blushed a deep red.
"You got lucky," he said hotly. "The bar tilted on me, Friggen thing's defective or something." He eyed the bar suspiciously and bent to look along it. "Yeah, it's bent. You can see it clearly. Shoddy equipment."
"There's nothing wrong with that bar," Cameron said flatly. "And even if there was, I was using the same bar you were. So, I still proved that I can beat you fair and square. Face it, my arms are stronger than yours."
"Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself," Alex muttered.
"So, what's next?" Kevin asked.
"We'll do leg presses next," Alex said. They went over to the next machine. Cameron noticed a few more people drifting over to watch as she set the weight.
"We'll start at nine hundred and go up in hundreds," she said. "Sound okay to you?"
"Sure," Alex agreed.
Cameron started first again. She pressed six hundred quite easily - the leg press was a popular exercise in the gym precisely because it let one rack up a very impressive number. Alex also completed the weight easily. "Make sure you do a full deep rep," Cameron warned him. It was a lot easier to do a big weight on the machine if you didn't take it all the way down, and she wanted a fair comparison.
They both took turns working the machine as more and more people drifted over to watch. Eleven hundred, twelve hundred, thirteen hundred... both managed reasonably well, though to Cameron's eye it looked as if Alex was straining more than she was. He was, she had to admit, doing quite well despite that. He really did have a good body, she mused. She had some rather delicious ideas about what to do with it...
At fifteen hundred they began to struggle a little, but both continued on. At seventeen hundred, though, Alex got the weight half way up and froze in place, emitting a strangled gasp as sweat beaded all over him. He strained against the weight for all it was worth, but it just wasn't in him; with a miserable moan he was forced to let the weight drop back down again.
"Not bad," Cameron chided. "So, all I have to do to beat you again is lift that. Let's see if I can, shall we?"
She could. It was certainly a strain, but once again she smoothly lifted the weight which he could not, much to his chagrin. Half the gym must have been stood watching by now, and every last man and woman burst into applause when she completed the lift.
"Any excuses this time?" She asked as she stepped off the machine. Alex gritted his teeth and just stared at her.
"So that's two to me, and none to him," she announced for the crowd. "Shall we clean and jerk for the final point? See if you can rescue a little pride?"
They began with two hundred and forty pounds. It was more or less a direct repeat of the previous competitions - Alex did well, lifting impressive amounts of weight, but it was rapidly clear that he was struggling more than Cameron was. Most of the gym was assembled now; cheering on the two after each successful lift. Though, Cameron noticed, they cheered her a good deal more than they did Alex. Clearly Jade and Kevin were not the only ones around who had encountered Alex's insufferable attitude!
At three hundred and forty pounds, Alex got the bar to his chest and then unbalanced and dropped it on the lift. He stood back, watching in frustrated defeat as Cameron performed a perfect lift with the same weight. The crowd roared with approval as she punched the air. "Three for three!" She roared with delight. "How about that!"
Alex stood, blushing bright red as she celebrated, then just turned without a word and pushed his way through the crowd. Cameron laughed at his humiliation and then went over to Jade and Kevin as the crowd started drifting away. "I don't think you'll be seeing any more of him," she said.
"That was wonderful," Jade said. "The guy was a complete jerk, and you really showed him up!"
"I'm sure glad to be rid of him," Kevin added. "I wish there was some way I could properly thank you."
"Well you could buy me dinner," Cameron said coyly.
The little guy blushed as his eyes widened slightly. "You mean, like... a date?"
"I mean exactly like a date," She said. "Friday suit you?"
"Wow, that's... yes! That suits me just great!" Kevin had a huge goofy grin on his face. He looked like a kid who'd just had the best Christmas present ever, Cameron thought. It was rather endearing.
"Excellent," she said. "See you then." She turned and pushed her way through the crowd until she found Alex heading for the shower rooms. She intercepted him before he reached them. "You and I need a word. Let's go to my office."
She walked with a much-chagrined Alex following behind.
"Sit," she snapped as they entered her office. Alex sat obediently, causing her to smile slightly. She perched herself on the edge of her desk, deliberately in his personal space and looming over him. "So," she said. "How'd losing feel, loser?"
Alex blushed bright red. "You got lucky," he muttered.
"Oh, how so?"
"Look, I had an off day, that's all. Defective equipment, a bit of a cramp, just bad luck."
"So, you think you're really stronger than I am?" She asked.
He blushed deeper, looking down, and stayed silent.
"Well, I tell you what, Alex. Let's have a rematch. And this time, we'll increase the stakes a little."
"Increase them how?"
"Well if you win... I'll not only let you stay on here," she said, lowering her voice a little. "I'll also do anything else you want. Anything, Alex... absolutely anything at all."
He looked up, blinking in surprise. "What do you mean, anything?" He asked, hardly able to believe what she was suggesting. She really was astonishingly attractive, he thought. She sure put that silly lesbian bitch outside to shame.
"I mean anything, Alex," she said. "I'll let you do whatever you want... to me. Anything."
Alex wasn't a man who did well with hints and implications. "You mean you'd let me fuck you?" He asked.
"If that's what you want," she said without hesitation. "Any time you want, any way you want, for as long as you want."
"And if I lose?" He said suspiciously.
"Why the same thing, of course," she said. "If you lose... then your ass belongs to me, and I can do anything I want with it."
"Deal," Alex said, confirming that whilst he might have been a fine physical specimen, he really wasn't too bright. "What kind of competition do you have in mind?"
"Let's go up to my apartment," She said, indicating the door in the back of her office. "Things are more private up there."
She led him upstairs. Her apartment had originally been the loft space above the gymnasium; as such, it was rather large. The main area was a combination of Cameron's personal living room, kitchen, dining room and bedroom, all in one vast space that measured more than ninety feet wide by a hundred and twenty deep. A single door led to an equally oversized bathroom, sauna, hot tub and toilet. Another door led to a side entrance. The entire apartment was decorated and furnished in a clean, modern style.
"Nice digs," he said, trying not to show how impressed he was. "Business at the gym must be pretty good."
"I manage," Cameron said modestly. "So, since you like to blame defective equipment for your losses, how about we do a little one-on-one competition?"
"Like what?" He asked.
"Like for example..." she gestured towards an arm-wrestling table standing towards the far wall.
"Hell yes!" Alex said, his eyes lighting up. There was no way this bitch could beat him in something like that.
"You want left, or right?" She asked. "I'm right handed myself."
"I'm left handed," he said. "I suppose you'll want to get the advantage and use your right?"
"Nope, let's go with our lefts," she said confidently.
They settled into position, gripping hands. She had surprisingly soft skin, Alex noted. He was startled by how strong her grip felt, though. A little warning bell sounded in the back of his mind about that.
"When you're ready," she said.
Alex poured on the power without a word, hoping to catch her by surprise and gain an advantage. Unfair, but what the hell.
The advantage didn't come; Cameron had half expected it and was more than ready. The two strained against one another, Alex emitting a little groan as he poured on the power for all he was worth. He managed to slowly, ever so slowly, gain an inch. Then another. Yes! Confidence poured through him and he forced her arm another inch back.
"Do you feel like you're doing well?" Cameron asked. He could hear the strain in her voice... but she didn't sound nearly as strained as he felt. In fact, she sounded vaguely amused.
"Keep talking, bitch," he snarled. "But keep an eye on where your hand is!" He gave an almighty effort and managed to force her arm back another inch.
"Yeah," she said. "Let's keep an eye on that? Ready? Watching closely?"
And then suddenly the movement was going in the wrong direction. Alex watched, incredulous, as she slowly, smoothly regained the centre. He moaned with the effort of trying to stop her, beads of sweat on his face, but try as he might, nothing seemed to make any difference. Cameron pushed him relentlessly back to the middle... and then kept on going. One inch, two inches, three... oh God, he thought to himself in near panic, she's going to do it. She's going to win!
He screamed with the effort, pouring everything he had into it... and still his arm was pushed relentlessly down, inch after inch. Oh God, how could she? How could she do this? How could she be this fucking strong? It was impossible! She couldn't do this to him!
But she did. His scream turned into a moan of desperation as Cameron ruthlessly forced his hand down to the table. It wasn't easy for her, he could see; she was putting real effort into it, straining almost as much as he was. But she did it.
They broke the grip and he staggered a step or two backwards, massaging his arm. "Jesus lady," he muttered, "you ate your fucking spinach this morning, didn't you?"
It was a bad joke, but she laughed anyway, buoyed by her victory. "Years of hard work and discipline, baby," she said. "So, ready to admit that I'm stronger yet?"
"Hell no," he muttered.
She laughed. "Gotta hand it to you man, you are one determined loser. So, let's do one final test... and this one, you don't lose until you admit that you lose. Wrestling. First to get three submissions out of the other wins the whole thing. Deal?"
"Hell yes," he said angrily. "I can't wait to squeeze that smirk off your face."
"Take a minute to rest your arm first," she laughed, "you look like you need it!"
She had a large area of wrestling mats set up at the back of the room. They walked over, Alex still massaging his aching arm, and faced off. "Standard rules?" She asked.
"Fuck the rules," Alex said shortly. "You do your worst, bitch."
Cameron chuckled, but a hardness came into her eye. Alex didn't know it, but he'd just made major changes to his future. "Let's do it," she said quietly.
They locked up and began shoving, pulling, feinting, everything that one does in the opening clinch to try and gain the advantage. It quickly became clear that both of them knew their business. Neither had the strength or speed to simply overwhelm the other, so it was just a matter of keeping it up until somebody made a mistake.
Alex was the one who made it. Cameron started to push, then quickly switched the momentum when he pushed against her. He reacted, but too slowly. A moment later she had him down and was on his back. He made a poor show of it on the mat, she thought; she got her legs around his middle quite easily and began to squeeze. He groaned in pain as she piled on the pressure, thrashing and desperately trying to break free. Cameron smiled in pleasure as she redoubled the pressure, crushing his ribs between her powerful thighs.
"Enough!" Alex gasped, slapping the floor.
Cameron smiled coldly. "No Alex... I say when it's enough," she said menacingly. She slipped an arm around his neck, gripping the other forearm to lock it in place. Slowly, inch by inch, she began to apply pressure.
"Wait!" He gurgled. "Stop! What..." he trailed off as he slumped in her grip.
She eased off the pressure and he slowly regained full consciousness. "This is a choke hold," Cameron explained. "When I apply pressure, it closes off your carotid artery, like this..." she squeezed again, not enough to send him under, just enough to make things fuzzy for him. "It causes cerebral ischemia, which is a fancy way of saying that I'm cutting off the blood supply to your brain. That induces a temporary hypoxic condition. Which means that your brain isn't getting oxygen. See all the things you're learning today? Isn't learning fun, Alex?"
She squeezed hard, and Alex lost consciousness within seconds. She kept him there for a beat, then released the pressure. "It's like an on-off switch," she said as he came around again. "I can put you out, any time, for as long as I like. Of course, starving the brain of oxygen isn't at all good for you. Technically, I'm causing brain damage. The effects of any one incident are rather small. But the effects are cumulative. The longer I keep it up, and the more often I do it... the more damage there is to your brain. If I did this often enough, I could turn you into a vegetable. Not that there would be a whole lot of difference, in your case!"
Alex struggled, terrified, and Cameron laughed. "That's it," she said. "Try and escape, Alex. Try and get away. Use your strength against me... go on. See if you can match me." She suddenly piled on the pressure with her legs, feeling his ribs literally flexing under her power. He tried to scream in pain, but he didn't have the breath; only a strained gurgle came out.
"Another way I can deny you oxygen," she whispered into his ear. "I'm stronger than you, Alex. My strength is superior in every way, we both know that. But my legs... oh Alex, my legs are my strongest feature. My arms are maybe twenty percent stronger than yours, but my legs... I could crush you to death with them. And one day, I might."
She released the pressure and he gasped for breath. "Oh God please," he whimpered. "I admit that you're stronger, you are, you really are. Just please let me go..."
She laughed. "No Alex. I won't let you go. We made a bet, remember? What were the terms, Alex? If you lose... I can do anything I want. Anything at all. Well, this is what I want, Alex. I'm going to use you in every and any way I please. Some of it you will enjoy, much of it you won't. But here's the thing, Alex. At the end of it, when I'm done with you... you're going to be broken beyond repair. You're going to be a physical and mental wreck of a man. I'm going to make you beg me to put you out of your misery. You don't believe that now... but it's true."
"Please," he whimpered. "Please let me go... I'll do anything you want..."
She laughed again. "Oh, I know you'll do anything I want," she said in amusement. "I know you'll do anything I want because I'm going to force you to do anything I want."
"You have to let me go," he moaned, "Please, I'll call the cops..."
"Feel free to try," she said simply. "You'll find that there's nobody who can help you, Alex. Nobody who can save you from me. I'm going to make you my personal toy to use and abuse, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. Now since you'll be my toy, let's see what we have to work with..."
She released the choke hold and began to rip his clothing off him, the fabric disintegrating under her strong arms. Alex made a feeble attempt to struggle, but there was really nothing he could do. She tore his T Shirt to pieces, tossing the rags aside. "Hmm, nice chest," she said, caressing him possessively. "You do take care of yourself, Alex. That's good."
She released the scissor hold on his chest and turned to better access his lower body. Alex tried to crawl away, but he was so weakened now that Cameron easily straddled him, pinning him down under her weight. She ripped his shorts off and then the jockstrap. "Oh my," she said with delight. "What a big boy you are, Alex! Long, thick... and nice big balls as well! Low hanging, too. I like that, honey," she said, wrapping her fingers around his plump balls, "it makes them so eminently squeezable," she added, closing her fingers just hard enough for him to feel it.
"Still, being nice and big when you're at rest, so to speak, is one thing. Question is, are you a grower or a shower? I'm a confirmed size Queen, you know, and proud of it! Funny story, actually... my first boyfriend had a ten-inch cock. And then my second boyfriend was eleven inches! My third was nine and a half... and naive little me just assumed that that's how big cocks were, on average.
"So, when my fourth guy turned out to be five inches, I was so pissed off with him. I was actually angry - how dare he go around seducing women when he only had this tiny little undersized cock to offer! The nerve of it! You know what I did, Alex? I beat the shit out of him! Even back then I was a big strong girl, and he was quite a slim, petite kind of a guy. I really took my time about it, too. I spent the whole night damaging his soft little body, and all the time I whispered in his ear that he was getting what he deserved for not telling me upfront that he had a tiny little useless micro-cock. It was only after another half dozen guys that I realised that five inches was the average! So, let's see if you're an acceptable size or if I need to beat you for being a needle-dick, shall we dear?"
She took hold of his cock and started playing with it gently. Alex moaned at the familiar tingle in his balls and stomach. Despite what she'd done to him, he knew he would get hard from her attentions. Alex had always prided himself on his virility, laughing at men who had difficulty getting erect. None of that for him! He could get it up anytime, anywhere. And now that was being used against him.
"Oh my, Alex, you really are a big boy!" Cameron crowed in delight. "Must be a good nine inches or more here! I am going to have such fun with you!"
Alex bucked, trying to throw her off. Cameron laughed as she wrapped her muscular thighs around his head and crossed her ankles. She began to squeeze, applying incredible force to his head. Alex moaned in pain as the hard muscles of her thighs contracted on his head. The pain was intense; he could swear he could feel his skull distorting, the bones practically creaking under her immense strength.
"Naughty naughty," she chided as she crushed him relentlessly. "Rule number one, Alex - you do as you are told at all times. Because if you don't... I'll make you. And we both know there's nothing you can do to stop me, don't we dear?" Alex didn't reply. "Come on Alex," she said as she squeezed his skull harder and harder. "Answer the question, or I'll do far worse than this - I'm only using half power right now, if I go as hard as I can that lovely head of yours will burst between my thighs and I'll have bits of brain all over me. Do you think you can stop me, Alex?"
"No!" He managed to get out between whimpers and moans of agony. "Please! No! I can't stop you!"
She released most of the pressure instantly, though still applying more than enough to cause him a little discomfort. "And why is that, Alex?" She said teasingly. "How is it that I can do anything I want and you can't stop me?"
Alex stared at the deep crevice of her muscular buttocks, unable to quite bring himself to say the words that he knew she wanted to hear. Cameron wasn't having that, of course. She began to squeeze his head harder again, just a little. "Say it, Alex," she demanded. "I want to hear it."
"You're too strong," he whispered in abject humiliation.
"Strong compared to who, Alex?" Cameron said insistently, determined to make him admit it. "Who am I stronger than? Say it, Alex."
"You're stronger than me," he whispered.
Cameron laughed triumphantly. "Yes, I am," she said, eyes dancing with pleasure. "And don't you forget it!" She lifted up and began to tear her own clothing off. Her pussy was a puffy pink slit, naked and glistening with her juices; nothing aroused her like taking down an arrogant macho alpha male and showing him who the real alpha was.
She settled down over his hips, guiding his huge cock into her dripping wet pussy. Cameron sighed in pleasure as she engulfed his massive tool, gripping it with the powerful muscles of her cunt. "A word of warning," she said threateningly. "You don't cum until I tell you to cum. If you do... well, you'll be in a whole world of hurt. Are we completely clear on that, Alex?"
"Y-yes," he whimpered in fear.
"Good boy," she began to slide up and down on his cock, moaning in pleasure. "Hmmm, that feels very nice indeed," she murmured. "You just lie there like a good boy and let Cameron do all the work, now. Rules of the house, baby - your cock isn't for your pleasure any longer," she said as she pounded the organ under discussion into her, faster and faster. "From now on you don't get hard when you want to fuck, you get hard when I want to fuck! You don't cum when you want to cum, you cum when I tell you to cum! Now say 'Yes Miss Cameron' like a good little fuck-slut."
"Oh yes Miss Cameron!" Alex yelled. He was in a state of total confusion. On the one hand he was in the middle of fucking one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen and enjoying it more than he'd ever thought he could enjoy sex. The muscles of Cameron's pussy were as superbly conditioned as those of the rest of her body; she was gripping him with a force he'd never have believed possible, it was like having his cock in a mechanical vice. But as she slammed down onto him again and again, he couldn't believe the pleasure radiating from his cock.
Yet at the same time, he was absolutely terrified. She was an incredibly intimidating presence, made all the more so by how she had so utterly defeated him in every single contest they had engaged in. She'd beaten and humiliated and tortured him... and now was openly threatening to do worse.
And somehow the fear and pleasure were blending together in his mind, as if they were somehow feeding off of one another, each making the other more intense. He'd never felt anything like it before.
Cameron felt his cock throbbing hard inside her as she rode her newest toy, pleasuring herself on him as if he were nothing more than a living dildo - which, right now, was perfectly true. Her mind was also a whirl of emotions feeding off of one another - though in her case it was the sexual pleasure she was extracting from Alex and the physical and mental dominance she was exerting over him. She had loved sex since she had first discovered it as a teenager, but this... not merely sharing pleasure with a man but taking it from him, raping it out of him as an act of pure dominance... nothing beat this. She threw her head back and howled in pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her
"Cum!" She screamed. "Cum inside me, right fucking now!"
And he did. It was like her words - her order?? - reached directly into his subconscious and flipped some mental switch that he didn't even know was there. His big balls throbbed, practically aching with the power of his ejaculation. He moaned with pleasure and pain as he squirted a huge load deep into her.
Cameron breathed hard, smiling as she basked in the afterglow of the orgasm. "Hmmm, that was very nice indeed," she said. "I can see I'm going to use you quite a lot..."
She lifted, thick powerfully muscled thighs raising her body effortlessly from him. She moved forward. Feeling the first trickle of cum beginning to ooze from her well-fucked pussy. "Now, another house rule," she said with clear relish. "Every single drop of cum you produce... you consume. No exceptions."
"What? No, I... I'm not doing that!" Alex said, horrified. "You can't make me do that, it's obscene!"
Cameron turned, straddling his face. She settled her huge thighs around his head as she settled down, slowly starting to apply pressure. "Oh Alex, you're going to learn that there's literally nothing I can't make you do," she said in amusement. "And yes, it is rather obscene. That's why I'm doing it, dear. Now lick... or else I'll turn your skull into paste."
She gave his head a threatening squeeze and he thrashed against her weight as he moaned in pain. Cameron laughed and squeezed harder. "Lick up your cum, Alex," she said. "It's the only thing that will stop this. You need to decide which is more important to you... your dignity or your brain!" She squeezed savagely, twisting her thighs to pressure his neck she felt his skull reaching cracking point, moaning in pleasure as poor Alex screamed into her pussy. The vibrations were heavenly; much more and she would orgasm again!
She smiled as she felt his tongue reach out and caress her. He began to lick up his own cum as it oozed from her, the salty flavour filling his mouth as he swallowed it down. "Hmmm, that's right, Alex," she said with satisfaction, keeping the pressure on. "Every last drop. Make me nice and clean now, there's a good boy, and I will let up a little."
Alex sobbed with humiliation as he obeyed, terrified of what she might do to him if he refused. Cameron drew a ragged breath, enjoying the attention of his tongue on her pussy, a pleasure made all the more enjoyable by the degradation she was inflicting on Alex, the dominance she was exerting over him. "Keep licking!" She snapped. "You don't stop until I tell you to!"
Just to make sure, she bent her legs, her powerfully muscled calves pressing his face hard into her pussy. Alex struggled as he was pressed into the hot wet cunt, moaning as the muscles which had defeated him so recently dominated him once again. He tongued her clit frantically, desperate to be able to take a breath again. Cameron moaned in pleasure as his struggles became more and more desperate, snapping an occasional order for him to work faster. Within minutes she was shuddering in another orgasm, poor Alex's head crushed agonisingly between her legs. He tried to scream in pain, but he was too short of oxygen. Overwhelmed, starved of breath, he collapsed into unconsciousness once more as Cameron screamed in pleasure.
Finally, the waves of orgasm subsided, and she released the limp body to collapse on the floor. She prodded him with her toe, wondering if he was dead. He wouldn't be the first man she had killed, both accidentally and on purpose. When Cameron selected a man as her personal plaything she had no compunction about damaging him in the process.
He stirred and moaned a little, and she snorted. "Still alive, then," she said. "Well, there's always next time."
She spent the remainder of the evening playing with her new acquisition. She forced him to use his mouth on her at least a dozen more times, using him to drive her to orgasm after orgasm. He tried to refuse at first, tried to resist... but each time he did, she simply dragged him over to the matting and engaged in a wrestling session that left him whimpering and sobbing in pain. She worked him over four or five times, applying scissors and choke holds and figure fours again and again.
He resisted as best he could, of course, but it was hopeless for him. In truth his strength was not far short of her own, not really. But she didn't fight remotely fair. Whenever she got him into a submission hold he would slap the mat to concede, but Cameron would just ignore it and pile on the pain. She pressed the holds until his joints were practically creaking with stress, muscles at the point of tearing, brain asphyxiated into unconsciousness. She would hold it until he was screaming in agony, tears running down his cheeks as he pleaded and begged for release. Only then would she release him... and instantly lunge for another hold, stress another limb.
For her, it was a nice workout. A little tiring, but really no more so than spending an hour lifting weights. But for Alex, the effect was cumulative. Every joint ached constantly, moving was an exercise in agony. Muscles groaned in protest - and so his ability to resist the next attack was diminished until he was all but helpless.
After hours of this, she announced that it was time for bed. She lifted Alex over her shoulder and carried him across to the enormous bed in one corner of the huge room and tossed him onto it. She crawled in beside him, lying on her side, snuggling up against his damaged body. She wrapped her legs around his, slipping one arm under him and resting the other on top. "Sleep well, my darling," she whispered.
Alex had little chance of sleeping; his aching body wasn't about to permit him that. He lay awake, staring into the darkness as his mind churned in turmoil. He couldn't grasp what was happening to him. How could his life have changed so drastically, so quickly? Just a few hours ago he was the King of the Gym... or so he had thought. Now here he was, beaten, raped, abused, physically and mentally crushed. And worse, she talked as if she was going to keep him here, as if this was going to be the new normal for him, a new life. Impossible!
He had to get away. There was nothing else to it, he had to get away. Or at least, find a phone somewhere and call the police. Something. Anything! He had to put a stop to this.
Cameron's breathing was light and slow in the darkness. She was asleep, he was sure of it. But her body was still wrapped around him like some climbing vine around an old building. Could he extract himself without waking her? Surely it was possible, if he was careful enough.
Very, very slowly, he slid his body a couple of inches to the right.
"Going somewhere, dear?" She whispered into his ear. He froze in shock and terror. She chuckled lightly as she caressed his chest with one hand. Her thighs tightened around his, enough to hurt a little. "I'm a very light sleeper, my toy," she said. "Move so much as a millimetre... and I will be awake that instant."
"I was just going to use the toilet..." he said. "Please, don't hurt me..."
"Hmmm, I do like when you beg, boy," she said with languid pleasure. "If you want to use the loo, ask permission."
"Permission?" He was appalled.
"Hmmm, it's my house, my loo, you're my toy, so it's my rules," she said. "You ask permission for anything and everything you want from now on. So, ask."
"Please," he began, and stopped. "Um, please... Cameron, can I use the toilet?"
"No, that won't do," she said. "More polite, more deferential. Say 'Please may I go to the toilet, Miss Cameron?'"
He could feel himself blushing in the dark. "Um. Please may I go to the toilet, Miss Cameron?" He said, feeling like a particularly stupid five-year-old.
"Yes, you may," she said. "Come on, I'll take you."
And to his horror, she did. She stood up and took hold of his cock like it was some kind of leash and led him across the huge room by it to the toilet. There she switched on a dim night-light and stood watching him with an amused smile as he managed to squeeze a few drops out. She made him use some tissues to clean off, then took his cock and led him back to the bed. And to his disgust, he found himself getting hard.
"Hmmm," Cameron said, smiling. "Getting another stiffy, are we? Let's see if we can find a use for this..."
The following day she rose early. She ate a huge breakfast and did a workout that left him tired just watching her from the bed. His body was one huge bruise, every part of it aching from the working over she had given him the day before. Nevertheless, she dragged him into the gigantic shower and had him wash her body and dry her off afterwards. "This is going to be one of your duties," she said. "Attending to my personal needs like this. Get used to it and focus on doing a good job."
Afterwards he dried her and helped her to dress. She took him on a quick tour of the apartment before leaving. "Windows," she said. "You'll notice that they are all laminated security glass, with bars on the outside. You can't break them, and you can't get out even if you did." She led him to the door. "Two exits, both steel security doors," she explained. "Both locked with five-point deadlocks. You're not going to be getting out through these without a key."
She gestured to the rest of the room. "I use a cell phone. There is no landline phone in this apartment. There's a computer, but it's password locked. You have no way to communicate with the outside, and no way to escape. And besides..." her amused look turned serious. "You joined my gym, Alex. That means I know who you are, where you live, where you work. If you did escape... I'd come for you. I don't care about the police, the courts, none of it. If you escape, I will track you down and I will beat you to death. Are we completely crystal clear on that point, Alex?"
My god, he thought as he looked into her eyes, she's perfectly serious. Suddenly he was badly afraid of this astounding woman.
She smiled. "I see that we are," she said. "I have work to attend to. I expect this entire apartment to be spotless when I return."
That set the pattern for the next few days. He spent all day cleaning Cameron's massive apartment. At first it was just a quick clean, but when she returned on that first evening the first thing she did was conduct an inspection, identifying every last speck of dirt, every last imperfection. He'd protested that he didn't have time to clean every last inch of the place - and she had turned on the big screen TV and put on a film of Alex lounging around on the big leather couch doing nothing. Only then did he realise that the entire apartment was covered by a set of hidden cameras.
Then she dragged him over her knee and spanked him a dozen times for each and every imperfection - all thirty-nine of them. She was like a relentless spanking machine; by the end of it he was bruised down to the bone and barely able to walk.
Whilst his days were spent cleaning, his evenings were spent being abused. She practiced her wrestling holds on him relentlessly, squeezing and twisting his body every way he could imagine and many ways he couldn't. She reduced him to unconsciousness dozens of times, until he was sure he was starting to feel a kind of constant dizziness, a difficulty in concentrating on anything the way he used to. Cameron laughed and said he was probably suffering from brain damage.
In between the physical abuse, she would rape him again and again. To his dismay, for all she was doing to him he never once had difficulty getting erect when she wanted it. She had a sex drive that bordered on nymphomania, he found - she would fuck him three or four times a night, sometimes another quickie in the morning. Any hesitation on his part would be met with a good hard session of ball squeezing until he gave in.
And she was good to her word; after every single ejaculation he was forced to eat his own cum from her pussy. It became a ritual for them, and although it never stopped being disgusting to him, the point came where he didn't even need to be told to do it.
Finally, Friday rolled around. Alex spent the day like any other but come the evening Cameron seemed to be in a good mood. "Tonight's my date with Kevin," she announced. "You're going to prepare me for it, Alex! We will begin with a nice leisurely bath."
He bathed her and washed her hair, then dried her off and perfumed her body afterwards. Then he helped her to choose clothing. Sexy yellow lingerie to begin with. She preened in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself. "I don't think he's getting lucky, not tonight," she said. "I'm not the kind of girl who puts out on a first date. But I like to be prepared, just in case I change my mind," she giggled. "Besides, you never know. He might really impress me..."
After she left, he went to clean the bathroom.
Kevin stood courteously as Cameron arrived, smiling. She was dressed in a proverbial 'little black dress', short, sleeveless and backless. Practically frontless too, he thought as he tried not to stare at her considerable cleavage. Clearly, she wasn't a woman who was shy about showing off her body to the world. Nor was the world too shy about taking notice of it; he could see half the men in the room practically gawping as she walked in.
She had to bend down to kiss him. Kevin was 5'4", he was long used to looking up at most other people, even at most women. But Cameron was 6'3" in bare feet. In the 5" heels she was wearing tonight, she towered an incredible sixteen inches over him. Again, she didn't seem the least embarrassed about it. Kevin felt distinctly embarrassed... but he found that he rather enjoyed it. He could see several of the guys snickering as they watched, a few even nudging friends and surreptitiously pointing him out to share a laugh. Kevin knew he was blushing, but he didn't care. Most of those guys would give anything to be where he was right now, and they knew it. That was more than compensation enough for him!
They went through to the restaurant and were shown to their table. Cameron ordered not one but two T-Bone steaks, four eggs, and some chicken wings. Not a vegetable in sight. She smiled at the expression on his face. "I'm a growing girl," she said in amusement. "I need my protein!" She flexed her arms, making her biceps explode in size.
Kevin stared, his eyes all but bugging out. He practically came in his pants.
After dinner, they went for a walk. It was a nice warm night, lots of people out. Cameron continued to draw more than a few stares.
"Don't you ever get fed up with that?" Kevin asked.
She laughed. "Honestly, I mostly quite like it," she said. "We girls like to feel beautiful, you know. And we usually like to feel like men appreciate us for being beautiful."
"Not very feminist," he said with a grin.
"I suppose not," she said. "For me the difference is when people think my body is all that I am, or at least that it's all that they see me as. That's true, for most of these guys, and to be honest that can get wearing." She turned, looking down at her tiny companion. "But you don't think my physique and my looks are all that I am, do you now, Kevin?"
"Hell no," he said enthusiastically.
"Hmmm, so what else do you appreciate about me, Kevin?" She asked teasingly.
"Um, well..." he blushed, suddenly put on the spot, and she raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms under her breasts, waiting expectantly.
"Do go on," she said archly.
"Well... I love how you took down that asshole in the gym," he said.
"You were supposed to be thinking of things that don't involve my physique," she reminded him.
"Um, yes, but... well it's not just about that, though," he said, flustered. "I mean, it's not that you were strong enough to beat him that I'm talking about. I mean, you were strong enough to beat him, obviously, but that's not what I'm talking about. It's the attitude you had to taking him on in the first place. You saw a guy acting like an ass, and most people would have just turned and walked away, figuring it wasn't their business. But you waded right in there. You were determined to put it right instead of just letting it go. That takes guts. I think it was pretty awesome," he finished with a blush.
She smiled, genuinely touched. "Why thank you," she said. She bent down and kissed him softly. "That was very sweet."
Kevin blushed from his scalp to his toes. "You're very welcome," he said with a smile. "So, whatever happened to that guy, anyway? Alex, was it?"
"Oh, not a lot," she said airily. "I keep him locked up in my apartment so that I can rape and torture him as I please."
Kevin stared at her uncertainly for a long moment. Then he laughed explosively. "I do love your sense of humour," he said between guffaws.
She grinned impishly. "It's funny because it's true," she said, provoking another round of laughter.
Afterwards they went to a club for some drinks and dancing, drawing yet more looks. Kevin didn't even really notice any more; he only had eyes for Cameron. It was one of the best nights of his life, and he enjoyed every minute of it.
Later he took her back to her place. "I'm going to tell you upfront," she said, "I am not inviting you in tonight, Alex."
He nodded. "I... can't say that doesn't disappoint me, Cameron," he said. "But at the same time, it's your decision and I respect that."
She smiled. "You know, you're very sweet," she said. "And very respectful. And because of that, I'm going to tell you... you made a very good impression tonight. I expect you to call me tomorrow, and I expect you to request another date. And if you keep doing well... then you will be seeing the inside of my apartment before long. Are we clear?"
"Oh yes!" He said, thrilled at the prospect - and all the more so because of the forthright manner in which she explained it. Cameron really wasn't like most women, he thought. She had a way of cutting through the usual bullshit and just getting to the point in a very direct way. He rather enjoyed it. It also established that she was very much in charge of this situation, and he found that he rather enjoyed that, too.
"Now kiss me," she said.
He looked up at her. "Um," he said, "Cameron, you're like a foot taller than me. More."
She canted her head, clearly amused. "And so..."
"I can't reach!" He said, blushing. It was humiliating... and she was clearly deliberately making him feel that way. Yet... he could sense no malice in it. It was like she was being playful with him. And he found himself somehow enjoying that, too.
"Sounds like a problem," she said. "So, what are you going to do about it?"
"Well, erm, you'll have to bend down," he said.
"Oh... I'll have to do that, will I?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Well not have to, no," he muttered. "I... um, Cameron... would you mind bending down so I can kiss you?" He looked at the expression on her face. "Um... please?" He added.
"Why I'd be delighted to, Kevin," she said, and bent down to kiss him.
Her lips were warm and soft, he found, quite a contrast to the hard muscles that seemed to comprise the rest of her. He blushed into the kiss, still humiliated. She'd made him ask her to bend down and kiss him! It was like she was making him beg for it, almost.
Well, he decided, if that was so then so be it. For a woman like her, he was prepared to beg.
Cameron closed the door behind her, leaning back against it with a smile. Hmmmm, who'd have thought little Kevin would be such a good kisser! She could feel her pussy tingling with desire. She'd had to be quite firm with herself to hold back from dragging him up here.
She opened her eyes. Alex was on his knees in front of the door, naked and with his head bowed, silent. She'd trained him to greet her this way whenever she returned to the apartment. She smiled down at the man she considered as her property, examining his bruises. Time to inflict some more, she decided. "On the mat," she ordered as she strode forward. He began to tremble in fear, but he didn't voice any protest. That was another result of her training; she punished any hesitation, any word of protest.
Not that perfect obedience spared him pain, of course. She was too much the sadist to ever go a day without hurting him, not as punishment but just for her own amusement. She took great pleasure in watching how the injuries to his body accumulated. Most of his joints were permanently damaged now, so he would be in pain for the rest of his life. That thought pleased her greatly. Not that she intended the rest of his life to be all that long.
The mental effects were even more satisfying. She had reduced him to unconsciousness countless times, even inflicted a few concussions. He seemed slower than he had been, as if thinking was a chore for him, and he'd developed a tendency to slur his words a little. Cameron pictured turning him into a drooling wreck, just enough brain power left to be aware of the pain-wracked hell his existence had become. The thought pleased her greatly.
She smiled as she threw him effortlessly to the floor and began to inflict the first submission hold. Yes, life was good.
It was two weeks later that she decided to introduce Kevin to Alex. She had made something of a running joke of the idea that she kept Alex imprisoned in her home. Kevin thought it was most amusing. In reality all she did was admit the plain truth.
Things were going extremely well with the little dear. He was obviously very smitten with Cameron - well she could hardly blame him for that, could she? He was only human, after all, she thought with a smirk.
More importantly, he had turned out to be quite the obedient little beta. Cameron had gradually taken complete control of their relationship. Little things; she didn't ask him to do anything now, she told him. She chose when they would see one another, where, and for how long. In restaurants she ordered for both of them. She had taken to telling him how he should behave even when she wasn't around - how he should eat, how he should exercise, how he should dress.
Most men would have refused, or at least tried to object. Adorable little Kevin, though, agreed with every last thing she said, every last order she gave him, as if it was second nature to him. She had really begun to think of him as potential material for a long-term relationship. He was smart, funny, cute... and clearly willing to grant her total control of him whilst accepting that she could do literally anything she wanted to. The ideal male.
So it was that after their latest date, she bent down to kiss him at her door and then smiled and said "you're coming up to spend the night with me this time, Kevin."
He smiled back, delighted, and said "I am?"
She nodded. "You are. Follow me up."
She led him inside and upstairs into her apartment, turning to judge his reaction as she entered. Of course, Alex was there, kneeling naked before the door.
Kevin stopped, staring at him in shock. For a long time, he said nothing. Then he slowly looked at Cameron, his eyes wide. "You weren't joking," he said slowly.
She shook her head. "I wasn't joking, no," she said.
"You keep him prisoner here?"
She nodded. "I do."
"You... torture him?"
"I do."
Kevin saw the bruises, the shiver of terror as Alex remained motionless, silent, as they discussed him. "But... why?"
She wondered how best to answer that. "Partly, because I won a bet with him that gave me license to do as I pleased," she said. "But that was a means to an end, not an end in itself. I made the bet in the first place because I wanted to rape and torture him."
"Rape?" Kevin asked.
She nodded. "Rape. I rape him frequently, Kevin. I wanted to do that too. As for why... well, I guess I could say it's because I wanted to punish him for the way he behaved towards yourself and Jade in my gym. But that's not the truth, Kevin." She walked towards him, towering over him. He looked up at her. Scared, she thought. But not just scared... still fascinated with her, still in awe of her. Still accepting of her. "The real truth is that I did this to him, and I am going to keep on doing this to him... because I want to. Because I enjoy it. I'm going to destroy this man. And if you want the truth, I'm going to do it because it pleases me to do so, and because I can." She reached up and cupped his face in her hands. "And you, little man, are going to accept it. You're going to accept anything I do. You're going to consent to anything I want from you. You're going to become mine, just as Alex is mine."
"You're going to do that to me?" He said, visibly frightened.
She hugged him close to her, letting him feel her muscles against his soft body. It always seemed to relax and reassure him when she did that. "No Kevin, I'm not going to destroy you. I may hurt you sometimes, for punishment if you disobey me, or for fun because I want to. But I will never destroy you, honey. Not unless you try to leave me. You're going to be mine. You'll be my boyfriend... and perhaps my husband. Alex is a mine as well. But Alex is a disposable toy. I've had many before. I will have more in the future. They are a means to pleasure for me, but they are not people I care about. Not the way I care about you."
She looked down at him, completely confident. "You'll accept this, Kevin. You will accept it for the same reason you will accept anything I do; because you belong to me, because you want to be mine." She bent down and kissed him, slowly and thoroughly. "Don't you?" She asked, eyes locked on his.
He looked down at the shivering wreck of a man on the floor, and back up at the Goddess of muscle and power standing over him.
"Yes," he said.
She smiled. Life was good indeed.
"Good boy."
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