The following is a work of fiction - of course! It contains graphic and perverse acts of sex, domination, and general weirdness! I totally understand if that is not your thing; simply move on to something that's more to your taste.
It should go without saying that this work is meant for adults only, and that if the above is not your thing then you shouldn't be reading it.
The character of Angela Mao is very loosely based on a real Martial Arts actress. No offence is intended to her.
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The little shop looked exactly as it had the last time she had seen it, Angela mused, as if the last five years had not happened at all. A tiny place, tucked away between a toy store and a small caf??. The window displayed a series of sculpted plastic legs bearing various designs and colours of stocking.
She walked in, smiling at the small, dim interior. The place was not terribly welcoming, not to a person who didn't know it. To her, though, it felt like an old friend.
The man who greeted her, however, was a new one. "No Zhu?" She asked, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.
"My father retired a year ago," the man said. "I am Meng. May I assist you?" As he spoke, his eyes travelled up and down her body. She disliked the way he looked at her - not with the awe, the reverence and worship that any male should look upon the divine body of the glorious Angela Mao, but rather with the leering lust of the typical horny male. In that instant, she resolved to teach him a lesson.
"You may," she said. "I wish to purchase a number of pairs of stockings."
"Well, I can certainly help you with that," he said. "Would you want to buy off the rack, or would you be looking for custom made?"
Angela pulled the hem of her skirt up. Displaying her long muscular legs. "You think these are the kind of legs that deserve off the rack stockings?" She asked pointedly.
The man blushed. "No, of course not!" He said quickly, not wanting to offend a customer, especially one who appeared to want to place a rather large order. "If you would like to come through to our measuring room..."
The followed him into the back of the shop and he grabbed a notepad and tape measure. "I'll need to measure your feet," he said apologetically. Angela slipped out of her high heeled shoes, saying nothing, simply looking at him. Meng knelt at her feet and wrapped the tape around her foot. He measured around, then the length from heel to toe, repeating the measurements for each foot. Angela watched him contemptuously.
"And now the calf," he said, wrapping the tape around her bulging muscles. "That's... nineteen inches," he said. His voice sounded more than a little awed, and Angela smiled in amusement. By now she was used to the effect that her body had on males, most especially poor little things like this. The macho Alphas tended to look at her with contempt... until, that is, she chose to teach them a painful lesson with her fists and feet!
But cowering little Beta males like this guy obviously was... well, even the chance to be in the same room with her would make this little creep's whole year. She grimaced as she glanced down at him. Being up close and personal with her superbly muscled legs was obviously having a profound effect on him. Little shit would probably spend the rest of the day jerking off over her, she thought.
His hands were trembling as he wrote on his little pad. He looped the tape around her thigh, reaching up under her skirt. Angela grimaced with disgust as his fingers brushed against her. She wanted the stockings, sure, but being felt up by this loser was not a pleasant aspect of the experience! She sighed and tried to think about something else.
"Twenty seven inches," he murmured, scribbling on his pad. "That's amazing..."
??Angela snorted in annoyance. She knew her legs were amazing - everything about her was amazing! She didn't need snottly little bastards like this to tell her! She glanced down as she felt his fingertips tracing along the curved ridges of her thigh muscle, sighing in contempt. What was he up to now?
Meng was gazing at her quad muscles in a trance, the fingers of one hand caressing them softly. With his other hand he had pulled a very small but extremely tumescent cock out of his pants, and was stroking himself frantically.
Angela sighed with disgust. Men just couldn't seem to keep their hands off their cocks when she was around! It truly disgusted her; cocks should be under control, especially tiny little needle dicks attacked to Beta male loser creeps like this!
She yanked her leg away. "What do you think you're doing!" She yelled. Meng stared up at her, startled, blushing with humiliation as he came out of his cock-trance. He honestly hadn't even realised that he was jerking off until her words snapped him out of it. Now he stared in horror,?? visions of arrest and scandal followed by rapid bankruptcy dancing through his head. "How dare you put your hands on me,' Angela demanded angrily.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "Please, do not involve the police. I beg you... it would ruin me, ruin the business. Please..."
She considered, and a slow, cruel, smile spread across her lips. The last thing she wanted was any kind of contact with the police. But of course, he didn't know that...
"Why shouldn't I?" She said, still maintaining the angry tone in her voice. "Do you have a telephone here? I will ring them right now!"
Tears brimmed in his eyes. "Oh please no, Ma'am, please don't do that. Please... I'll do anything! Anything at all!"
Her smile widened. Those were the exact words she wanted to hear! "Well..." she said slowly, "you say that, but will you really?"
He looked up, his tear-streaked face suddenly hopeful. "Will I what?"
"Do anything?" She asked. "If I don't call the police, are there any limits on what you will do for me? Or will you truly do anything? Literally anything at all?"
"Um," he said, obviously confused. "You really won't call the police?"
"Not if you do exactly as I say," she said. "Let us be clear. I am not offering you a way to avoid punishment. Your actions were disgusting, and they merit punishment. In fact, in my opinion you deserve punishment simply for being such a small-cocked beta loser, let alone for the fact that you dared to expose me to that miniscule organ. What I am offering is a way for you to be punished by me, rather than by the police and the courts. So think very carefully about this, and answer me - will you really do anything?"
He nodded. "Then I'll do anything, Ma'am."
"Excellent," she smiled. "You may start by removing your clothing."
"What?" He looked at her in confusion.
"You heard me!" She roared, suddenly furious. "I'm going to lock the front door. When I return you had better be naked and on your hands and knees, and if you aren't then it will go very badly for you indeed!"
He cringed before her anger, clearly very intimidated. Angela went through to the shop and locked the door, turning the "Open" sign around. She loitered for a few seconds, peering out into the street before returning to the back room. He was there, just as she had ordered, his clothes in an untidy pile to one side. She slipped her stiletto heeled shoes back on and gazed down at him. "So," she said scornfully, "you like my legs, do you?"
"Yes Ma'am," he said.
"Would you like to get up close and personal with them?" She asked. She unbuttoned her wraparound skirt and tossed it aside. As always, she was naked beneath them except for her stockings and a suspender belt.
He looked up, overwhelmed as his eyes greedily feasted themselves on her astonishing muscles and her beautiful naked pussy. "Oh yes," he whispered.
"Sit up on your knees," she ordered. As he did she took a stop forward... another, until he was forced to bend backwards. She put one leg over his shoulder... then the other. He was bent back on his knees, his back arched, head wedged between her huge thighs, his face practically planted in her pussy. "Is this what you want?" She purred. "You think I'm beautiful?"
"Oh yes, Ma'am," he said. He was practically in rapture. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Of course I am," she said softly. "Tell me what you think of my beautiful pussy."
"Oh, Ma'am, I don't have the words," he whispered, staring at it. "It's so amazing... I've never seen one so beautiful."
"Of course you haven't," she said, "because there isn't one. And what about my legs? What's beautiful about them?"
"They're so long," he whispered. "So muscular... they look so strong and powerful!"
"Would you like to see how powerful they are?" She asked. Her hands went to his head, closing around it to make sure he remained in place.
"Oh yes Ma'am," he said.
She began to squeeze her huge thighs together. Not hard, at first, but slowly, steadily increasing the pressure just a little at a time. He moaned as he felt the hard muscles compressing against his head. The moan cut off as the pressure built. His face began to turn red. "Please," he gasped out as his hands went to her thighs. He struggled to pull them apart, but it was a useless, feeble effort. "Please... too hard..."
She chuckled, a soft, low sound. "Oh Meng, you haven't seen anything yet. What you're feeling is a tiny fraction of my strength. And believe me, today you are going to feel it all!"
The tears began to flow again as her thighs constricted. He resisted with all his strength, which did absolutely nothing to her. She stopped increasing the pressure just short of the point where his skull would have shattered. She didn't want to kill him, not yet. She had other plans for him.
She held him there for a while, as his struggles gradually became even more feeble and then stopped altogether. That was the moment she wanted, where his body accepted defeat. She was hurting him, and yet he knew that her power was so overwhelming that he didn't even try to stop her. It was a glorious feeling!
She opened her thighs and dropped him to the floor. He fell on his ass and sat there, slumped. In an instant she was on the floor in front of him, straddling his lap and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Look at this, she said, poking him in the stomach as she began to close her legs on him. "Look at this flab. It's disgusting. Don't you exercise at all?"
He whimpered in humiliation, the sound turning into a sob of pain as her legs closed on his body like some mechanical press. A deep sexual tingle went through her pussy at the sound.
"Oh please," he whimpered as she squeezed him tighter and tighter. He began to gasp for breath as he again struggled against her thighs. It was a mismatch so vast as to be comical.
"Poor baby," she crooned. "Poor little weak, soft, helpless beta male," the last word was spat with such venom that he looked up at her, surprised and afraid of her words. "You go around, objectifying women," she said angrily, "thinking nothing of them, not worried about how to please them, to serve them as a male should. Instead you think only of your tiny useless cock! You should be ashamed!"
She could easily have crushed him to death, and the prospect was very tempting. Still, she thought, if she did that, who would make her stockings for her? She would have to go elsewhere, and probably go through this whole thing again.
So she kept him there, crushing and humiliating him. Now and again she would change positions, allowing him a few precious moments to regain his breath before she crushed him again. After perhaps half an hour, she finally relented and stood.
"On your feet!" She ordered. "Legs spread!"
He obeyed instantly, his fear winning out over his exhaustion as he scampered to his feet. "Please," he whispered, "please don't hurt me any more."
"One thing remains," she said. "You know, of course, just how pathetic and unacceptable your actions were. Masturbating in public, in front of me? Tiny little needle dicks like yours shouldn't be used for masturbation at all, let alone in front of a Goddess like me! So, here is your real punishment. I am going to remove your ability to orgasm."
"What?" He stared at her, uncomprehending.
She snap kicked him in the groin with full strength, letting out a "Kiaaaaa!" He flew across the room and into the back wall with a dull thud, sliding down to collapse. She went over to check on him. Unconscious, probably for several hours. His balls were rapidly bruising, the testicles within obviously completely ruined. Hmmmm, she thought, there's nothing quite like castrating a man, especially a man who deserved it so fully. His cock was so tiny, so useless! Her face wrinkled in disgust. No cock that small was any use to the world, she thought. Better that he be castrated.
She fetched his notepad and wrote down a detailed description of thirty or so different combinations of stocking style and colour. Can never have too many pairs of stockings, she thought to herself with an amused grin.
At the bottom, she scribbled a little note : 'Meng. There will be no charge for these. I will be back for them in two days. Have them ready, or else." She thought for a moment, then stuck it to his forehead with an amused grin. She slipped her skirt back on and headed out.
"I wonder if I'll have better luck in the hat shop," she mused to herself.