Stories
A DOWNLOAD FOR A STORY. If you like writing stories and can provide us with a good story (good enough to be published), we'll offer you a free download (or 2), depending on the quality, length etc... of your story. English only.
Gabrielle
Story from Patricia
Why I don't blind-date anymore...
Part 1: Gabrielle must gain the upper hand when a martial
arts expert challenges her to a bitch slap domination fight.
written by: Switchblade
Gabrielle grasped the thirty pound barbells, raised her arms straight out to shoulder height, then slowly bent her elbows bringing the weights to her chest. She rotated her wrists while performing this strength manuver, which she would do 20 times before resting for another set. Her biceps and boulder-like shoulders bulged out of the thin, sleeveless t-shirt she was wearing. Her ample breats hardened when she noticed the looks she was getting from the men in the gym. They had already stolen glances of the 5'2" beauty when she was doing her other weight training, but now many of them starred at the compact female warrior with lust or, in some cases, fear. "None of them qualify as 'man-bitch'", she thought, "but a few might do for an afternoon workout." Her tight biker shorts revealed powerful, defined thighs and calfs. Her smooth, light brown skin betrayed hispanic decent but her almond eyes showed some oriental in her lineage. Her mother was Vietnameese. Gabrielle had learned martial arts skills from her mother, but her primary teacher had been Karen.
She thought of Karen as she did her inner thigh muscle, power exercise. Attaching two pulley weight machines set at 55 lbs. to both her ankles, she slowly repped in and out, grasping a bar over her head. She did pullups while working her thighs which showed the definition in her short but deadly arms. Again she received heated looks from the men, but she took no notice for the thought of Karen's body was on her mind. Karen was a white woman with long, flowing red hair. She was five foot eight inches of elongated but massive, muscular arms and legs, highly skilled in martial arts and wrestling. She had been Gabrielle's mentor and teacher for many years. Karen had always insisted on "fight style discipline": that is, if you are wrestling someone you never use martial arts techniques in the encounter. Stick to the fighting style. If your opponent is gaining an advantage learn from it, overcome with the mind, maintain fight style discipline and learn to fight better. If you are boxing and your opponent is gaining an advantage, don't slip into martial arts or wrestling moves to win. Instead take the punishment, maintain fight style discipline, overcome with the mind first then learn to overcome with the body.
This philosophy had served Gabrielle well for she was now expert in all three forms of combat: wrestling, boxing and martial arts. Gabrielle's prowess had enabled her to aquire three man-bitch collared slaves who were champions in these combat disciplines. These men would support her financially in the coming years and give her more time to train with and take care of Karen, who's man-bitches were starting to hurt her. Karen was getting older and slower. She was still a powerful female warrior, but her two young slaves were begining to gain advantage and sometimes injure her. Gabrielle would punish them for that!
Her encounters with Karen had often ended in love making. Sometimes the love making would be gentle and tender, sometimes it became an extention of their sparring sessions. They would grapple and struggle, thoughougly doused in their own sweat, each fighting to gain sex fight victory. Karen had always won these session, but Gabrielle knew it was because she wanted Karen to win. Gabrielle knew every inch of Karen's body. She knew Karen's weaknesses. She knew how to defeat and control her, but she didn't want to. She loved Karen. Gabrielle was deeply, desperately in love with Karen. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Karen. She wanted to spend the rest of her life pawing, grappling, fighting and tenderly carressing Karen's heavily muscled, hardened body ...
"Hey!" A male voice interruppted Gabrielle. She checked her legs and arms, both poised mid-rep, and opened her large almond eyes to look at the male who had intruded on her imaginings. "You've already done 30 reps. Isn't that too much?" It was George, the owner of the gym. George was a medium sized man in his forties, in decent shape. He was the owner of the club and he was in love with Gabrielle. He let her use the gym for free. He often bought her dinner. Gabrielle had learned that when a man is in love with you, they can be controlled just as effectively as man-bitch slaves, more so in some cases. This thought made her think of Karen again. Was Karen now controlling her in this way? Did Karen care about her at all?
"Yes, you're right dear," Gabrielle said to George, fluttering her eyes slightly. She didn't want to start any trouble in this gym. Other men were waiting their turn at the weight machines. She disengaged herself and gave George a kiss on the cheek. Gabrielle's legs did feel sore. Her fantasies about Karen had made her overdo which was not what she normally did. She knew that real strength and dominance came slowly. She gently touched George's arm. "How about giving me a rub-down after my shower, babe?," she asked sweetly. A bright smiled leaped onto George's face as he nodded. Gabrielle smiled slightly then strolled away to the showers. She had learned to keep a low profile.
Although having a "love slave" was pleasant enough, her real ambition was to keep and control through simple physical domination her own personal stable of man-bitch fighters. Gabrielle discoverd that mental domination was needed as well when more than one man-bitch was involved. Her secret fear was that some day they would join forces against her. She used mind control to keep them isolated. Gabrielle's mother had taught her mental domination. That generation of women was skilled at it, but Gabrielle was of a new breed. She used her head, but she also hungered to dominate through the use of physical strength and fighting skill. Even so, she knew that warrior man-bitches were best acquired secretly. It was much better to train them privately, letting them maintain the public illusion of "manhood". As she showered she remembered how she had acquired "man-bitch karate" who's public name was David Long.
David was headmaster of a profitable Do-jo. Gabrielle saw him in the gym one day, admired his well-cut, disciplined body doing a bare-chested Tai-chi routine and decided to break him. It took a lot of time. She joined his Do-jo and learned his special technique. As she trained with his students for months she would report to the Do-jo in more and more revealing outfits. One day showing her powerfull arms in sleeveless attire, everything else covered. A few weeks later she came in a tight, black sports bra showing her moderately defined but potent abs. David watched her. She never showed all her skills when all students trained together, but she whispered private challenges to the best students while sparring with them. These private challenges took place after hours. David attended and saw all his best students defeated by this short dynamo.
At first she fought them in a silk comino hiding everything. Then, half way through the sparring session, she would take off the kamino and reveal her specially made "fight teddy". Made of tear-resistant but see-through material, it attached to a neck collar forming a diamond shape over her ample breasts and re-attaching to a patent leather, steel studded belt. The loose material needed large, high breats for support and Gabrielle's did it wonderfully. Her often engorged nipples could be detected through the translucent fabric. Gabrielle's muscular back was left bare. When she placed her hands on her hips, her lateral chest muscles and the hard slabs supporting her breasts could be clearly seen. She was a formidable but sexy female warrior, using her sexual allure as effectively as any weapon.
At first she sparred with bare legs and feet, but if she knew her opponents tactics well, she added fish-net stockings and golden high heels to her outfit. She also allowed her long black hair to flow freely to her buttocks if she could easily defeat an opponent. This always required added dodging and weaving on her part because the beaten foe often tried to grab her luxuriant hair in desperation. Gabrielle enjoyed the challenge.
It took her weeks to nullify all comers. She lost several times, but learned quickly to identify weaknesses. The last to be destroyed was a man almost twice her size. He was David's personal protege'. She had to do battle with him in bare feet and wear her hair close to her head because he was very skilled. They fought for 2 hours one night while David watched. When her dominance became clear, she demanded he lick her underarms. He refused at first until she began to subject him to secret torture holds that David thought only he knew. These holds gave intense pain without injury. Whenever she applied them, she glanced at David and smiled. The gauntlet was thrown and David had to respond. David's protege' submitted and licked her underarms. The next day he quit the Do-jo, making sure his address and phone number were erased from all records.
Gabrielle's victory still lay weeks in the future. David fought long, hard and well. She lost many times, but each time she learned something. She trained intensely between David-fights with Karen and other martial arts masters. David and Gabrielle also competed in other things: basketball, golf, chess, arm and leg wrestling. After many tries, she finally began to win all competitions. She had to work very hard to best him in upper body power, but she did, always maintaining "fight style discipline" as her mentor and lover Karen taught her. David was now "man-bitch karate", wearing her collar when she visited him as well as a special, tightly fitted shirt that showed his musculatrue and had one simple word on it: slave. She would visit him at his home now, continuing his private humiliation and subjugation, and collecting half the profits from David's Do-jo money, which she demanded he pay every month. He was required to wear the shirt because she insisted he stay in good shape and she wanted to see that shape while at the same time seeing the word "slave" on his body. Punishment would follow any lack of training on his part or any attempt to withold money. She wanted him to remain a finely honed fighting machine, which she could use, if need be, for whatever purpose she chose.
Lately, She hadn't seen man-bitch k for several weeks because she had had to spend more time with man-bitch wrestler, a champion collegiate wrestler who was begining to challenge her again. This is why Gabrielle was focusing on her upper body and tendon strength training. She needed it to meet man-bicth wrestler's new moves. She could easily destroy him if she used her martial arts techniques, but she was determined to maintain "fight style discipline" as Karen had taught her. Man-bitch w would have to wait for a few days because tonight she had to see Man-bitch k to collect his money. "He better have every cent!," she thought angrily. She contemplated punishing him in any event. He was due for a renewal of his servile status. She could find some trivial excuse for administering discipline. She believed it was important to punish wrong behaviour and reward good behaviour.
Gabrielle finished her shower and put on a loose fitting jump suit. Perhaps tonight, after destroying him in a long, deliberately drawn out sparring/punishment session, she would allow him to deliver another service. She needed that service performed because she hadn't seen Karen for several weeks. Karen had left her a typed note saying she would be away for a while. This had worried Gabrielle. She puzzled over the typed note. Why would she type something like that? It should be hand written. Was Karen intentionally hurting her? Gabrielle was able to forget her love sickness while training with some wrestlers, discovering the means of destroying man-bitch w, but tonight the pain of seperation from Karen came back with a vengence. She wanted to see her again badly.
When she arrived at her apartment she put on a simple red thong which secured to the back with a rope up her middle. This accentuated her buttocks which were very hard but also shapely. She knew this particular outfit aroused man-bitch beyond endurance. She also put on a very tight fitted t-shirt of flimsy material. She could easily flex-rip this t-shirt, which would serve to turn on man-bitch even more. She put on the jump suit over this outfit.
As she drove to k's house she contemplated allowing him to pleasure her. It would be the reward after his humiliation. She didn't want to break him too much, but she also didn't want him to think he had any power over her. Where was Karen?! She couldn't get her off her mind.
"What is the meaning of this?," she asked man-bitch k in a low but commanding voice when she entered his house. Man-bitch had learned to jump when he heard that voice. He was wearing a different shirt tonight, one that she didn't remember approving. It showed his torso well enough and had the word "slave" on it, but it was of a much more tightly woven fabric. "Have you been neglecting your workouts?," she demanded in the same voice. "Are you trying to hide something from me with this thicker material?"
"No mistress," he pleaded. "I was feeling cold and thought I would wear something warmer."
"Get my dinner at once. Afterwards we will have a punishment session."
"But mistress ..." She cut him off with a raise of her hand. "Dinner. Now." Is all she said.
Man-bitch k went into the kitchen and fixed her a plate of food already prepared and hot. She ate alone while he ate in the kitchen. While she ate she read the financial report on the Do-jo that she ordered him to have waiting on the table. "I'm done," Gabrielle said blandly. Man-bitch came out and retrieved her plate. "Do the dishes and get me the money. Then do your stretches. You'll need to with what I'm going to put you through." "Yes, mistress" he said and disappeared into another room down a hallway.
Gabrielle sat and waited for ten minutes before becoming impatient. "Where are you? What are you doing?," she shouted. There was no answer. She waited another five minutes before shouting again. "Come out here now!" Still no response. She walked down the hallway to a door she hadn't remembered seeing before. "I'm in here, mistress, getting the money." She opened the door and walked through.
In part two Gabrielle is faced with a new, unexpected challenge.
Man-bitch k has been training hard after all.
When Gabrielle entered the room she heard, felt and saw several things at once.
They exploded on her in a few seconds. She ended up against a wall trying
to sort out what had happened. First she heard two loud claps or pops. The
claps echoed through the room briefly. They had a full, interesting sound
to a warrior's ears. They were the sound of open handed blows expertly delivered.
Then she felt painful stings on both sides of her face. Obviously, man-bitch
had slapped both sides of her face in rapid succession. She felt a sharp pain
in the heel of her right foot. Gabrielle had instinctively delivered a power
kick to the usually vulnerable part of her assailant, but why was the heal
of her foot bleeding? It was then she remembered her feet were bare. She had
taken off her high heels earlier. She shot a glance at man-bitch who was sprawled
against a wall. Her kick had sent him flying, but he was not disabled as such
a kick would normally do. She also spied her high heels in a corner, no doubt
secretly taken by him.
He gave her an evil smile. "That won't work in this fight." He closed the door and secured it with a padlock. "See this," he said, holding up a small key, "you'll have to get this to get out." Then he held up a wad of cash. "Here's the money you want. I heard you had a hard work out today. Too bad you didn't know what you'd be faced with tonight. You'll need an incentive to fight hard." He pushed the key and the money into his pants. "You'll have to fight extra hard because this is a bitch slap death match, and you're the Bitch!"
Gabrielle looked around the room. Half the size of a dance studio, it had a few mirrors on all four walls, the rest were covered with padding. The floor was covered with a thick wrestling mat. She grasped her foot to stop the bleeding. "How dare you speak to me in that manner," she whispered, her voice noticably shaken. In addition to the pain in her foot, she suddenly became aware that her whole body was sore. Man-bitch was right, she had worked out too hard that day. How did he know?
"Plenty of fighting room in here isn't there?" He waved his hands around the room, the nasty smirk still on his face, then he grasped his shirt at the colar and ripped it down the middle showing incredible strength. He removed the remaining threads to reveal a hard torso with clearly defined abs and powerfull, veined biceps. He pushed his two hands together and closed his eyes, concentrating the strength in his arms. This manuver emphasized the shear mass of muscle in his upper body. He then grasped the thick leather collar aroung his neck that his mistress had forced him to wear and snapped it off with a jerk. He threw the collar at his opponent. Gabrielle felt something stir in her groin.
"I guess you're wondering why your foot is bleeding?" He tore off the simple hospital scrub pants that he had also been forced to wear, again showing a strength Gabrielle had not anticipated. Underneath he wore black, tight fitted leather shorts studded with razors. He then raised his hands, palms toward his rival. Gabrielle noticed his palms were hard with callouses. "I've been working out, perfecting my new 'bitch-slap kill' technique. Want to see?"
Gabrielle didn't say a word. She was removing her jump suit and preparing for battle. She tore off some fabric from her jump suit and bandaged her foot. Her breasts were fully erect. Man-bitch's mouth hung open slightly. Even though he hated her, she still aroused him. She stretched, distracting him further while trying to ready her muscles for fighting. Then she placed her hands on her hips and gazed at him with a warrior's defiance. "All I want to see is you begging me for mercy after I've destroyed you." She did a slow bicep flex, ripping the t-shirt at the arms. Raising her arms over her head like a dancer, she reached behind and removed the rest of the shirt in a flowing, sexy movement. She pointed at her high heels in the corner. "You can put those in your pants too if you want. I'll put them back on when I'm standing on your neck!"
"There will be some begging all right," man-bitch said with an evil laugh, "but you will be the one doing it. Just like someone else. She begged too, but it didn't do her any good and it won't do you any good."
"What are you talking about?," Gabrielle asked, the confidence in her voice fading slightly. She suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
Man-bitch opened a slot in the wall revealing a T.V. He switched it on. There on the screen was Karen, suspended by ropes in the same room they were in. The camera panned out and showed man-bitch k standing beside her. "Any last words?," he said with a terrible chuckle. "Gabrielle," Karen said in a hoarse voice, "remember I love you. I will always ..." Her words were cut off by a powerful open-handed blow, the sound of which reverberated through the room. Someone laughed in the backround. Gabrielle thought she recognized the voice but she would have to hear it again to be sure.
"Don't say that!," man-bitch k yelled in her face. "Tell her what you told me. Tell her you were just using her all this time!"
"I wasn't using her. I love ..." Now a succession of terrible bitch-slaps silenced her again. Karen hung seemingly lifeless from the ropes. Her magnificent biceps supported her weight easily, but her head hung down. Was she dead? Again, Gabrielle heard the laugh and she noticed someone else in the corner of the room. She tried to define who it was, but man-bitch shut off the T.V. He pointed at her. "You're next," he said in a low deadly voice. Then he raised his open hands in challenge.
Gabrielle calmed her seething anger. She had to concentrate on this new threat from man-bitch. She looked him in the eye and smiled confidently, which disquieted him slightly but he didn't show it. Gabrielle also raised her hands, palms out. "I'll be glad to discover a new way to beat you. I've never been in a bitch-slap, but I can't think of a better bitch to slap than you!" She was determined to maintain "fight style discipline" for Karen's sake. Before, she had considered using all her skills, but that thought was discarded when she saw her lover humiliated.
The fight began. Man-bitch k was devastating and quick. Gabrielle sustained several, bone-jarring face blows before she learned how to block. The blows she delivered in return were mere slaps at first. She discovered that cupping her hands slightly and snapping her wrist created the echoing sound which indicated a much more effective and powerful slap. She resisted using her legs, except for leverage. She avoided striking him below the waist.
Man-bitch k had the advantage. His arms had a longer reach and his palms were much harder. He must have been working with a sledge hammer or something to get such hard callouses. When his blows connected, Gabrielle's head snapped and she was stunned. If man-bitch had stuck to head blows he would have eventually defeated her, but instead he delighted in slapping her breats, ass and stomach. These slaps were painful and were begining to leave angry red marks, but it gave Gabrielle time to learn how to strike effectively. At first she chocked back the cries of pain that these slaps caused, but then she realized how much man-bitch enjoyed her pain. She began to cry out loudly whenever he slapped her in the ass but not the breast and stomach. She wanted him to concerntrate on the ass because she could take slaps there almost indefinately, although the pain was almost unbearable.
Gabrielle danced and swerved, forcing man-bitch to use more energy. She began to anticipate his blows by keeping eye contact. Her mind was enraged but she kept that rage controlled, channeling her hatred into her blows which were becoming more and more effective. Man-bitch had sent that typed note. He had done something to Karen, and Gabrielle had to find out what. She remained confident as man-bitch saw in her steady, defiant gaze. She realized a blow with the correct technique and power applied to the temple area would provide a knock-out. It was only a matter of time. She had a good fight strategy. She was overcoming with her mind, soon her arms would do the rest.
After four hours of sparring both combatants were sweating so heavily that their bodies were slick. They were two disciplined warriors, full of hate for each other, but using that hate energy to increase the power of their strikes. Man-bitch's resentment for Gabrielle, however, had clouded his reasoning. She always out-thought him. Gabrielle's mind was just as much a weapon as her body. Finally the moment came for her. She executed a perfect blow to his temple, leveraging with her legs and full upper body strength. Man-bitch dropped like a stone. At first she thought he might be dead, but the steady movement of his chest confirmed he was still alive.
The room suddenly became deathly quiet except for Gabrielle's heavy breathing. Allowing herself a short rest, she found that she was wet with more than sweat. She had had two or three orgasims during the fight. Gabrielle realized that this is what she secretly wanted. She wanted her man-bitch's to challenger her, but she never told them. She tried never to tell herself.
She looked at her beaten opponent with pride, imagining what
to do to him next. Then searing pain intruded on her imaginings. Her entire
body was howling with pain and fatigue. She wanted to lie down and sleep,
but she had to perform a few more tasks. She ripped off the razor shorts.
The money and the key flew out over the mat. Man-bitch had a small towel wrapped
aroung his penis which had a huge erection. "This is what defeated you,"
she said out loud. "You were enjoying it too much." She found the
ropes that man-bitch had used on Karen and strung him up in the same way.
She also tied his feet. He needed to be interrogated. Someone had helped him
and she had to find out who. More importantly, she had to discover what man-bitch
and whoever else helped him had done with Karen, but that would have to wait
until later. She slumped to the floor and passed out.
Story from Patricia
written by DJS
Hello guys and gals,
My name is Patricia. I am 16 years old, and I live with my sister Francoise (19), my brother Jean (18) and my parents just outside a small village near Rennes, in the west of France. We live at a farm. There is both cattle and agriculture here. The main crop is grain.
I want to share some experiences of my life with you, as I think
you will be interested to read them. My life is a little bit special, as I
am not an average girl. French girls are not the biggest in the world, but
me and my sister are quite big. As I said, I am 16 years old now. I am 1.88
m tall and weight 86 kilograms. I have really big feet, wearing size 46 shoes
(12 in men's shoes).
My sister is even taller. She is 1.91 and 89 kg, but her shoes are only size
44.
.
My brother is not short, but my and my sister are heavier and much, much stronger
than he is.
When we grew stronger, he did not like it in the beginning, but now he is
quite proud of his strong sisters.
I have always been a tomboy. From my early childhood, I have liked to help
my father on the farm, collecting the hay, loading the big packs of hay on
the lorry to bring them home, and all the other farm work. My father soon
found out that his daughter wanted to be strong, and let me do heavy work
as much as I could handle.
I have many hobbies, but two of them take a lot of time when I do not go to
school in Rennes. They are judo and horse riding. Horse riding is easy to
organize. As we live at a farm, there's enough space to have a horse of my
own.
I have done judo for 10 years now, and I am the proud owner of a brown belt.
I got this belt 2 years ago, and now I am preparing for my exams for 1st dan.
More often this is called black belt, but the official name is 1st dan. I
hope to pass my exam in December.
I started with judo when I was 6 years old. My mother went to
pick up my sister from her Saturday morning training, and I went with her,
because we needed to buy some new clothes for me in Rennes. We were a little
bit early, so we watched my sister and the other pupils fighting. They all
were wearing their nice white judogi's. That was the moment that I told my
mother that I also wanted to do judo. She answered that I was too young for
it. "Maybe next year, when you are older". I kept asking my mother,
and after a couple of weeks my sister was fed up with my questioning. She
said that if I would not stop asking, she would learn me a lesson. My mother
forbid her to do so, but later that day, when my parents were feeding the
cows, my sister told me that now, it was time to fight. She attacked me, and
got me down, flat on my back. She sat on me, and held my wrists down on the
floor. It was not a great experience, but it was not surprising that I lost,
as she was 3 years older, a bit bigger and had done judo for one and a half
year then. But that made me really want to practise judo, as I wanted to pay
back my sister. When I was just 7 years old, my mother finally agreed that
I also could go to the judo-lessons. That's why and how I started with judo.
I have always practised judo since then. Usually I train two times a week.
Some years it was 3 times a week, and also competitions. Usually I train with
boys, and also some of my competitions have been with boys, as I have always
been bigger and heavier than most of the other girls my age. And besides that,
there are not so many girls doing judo here in France. That's a pity I think,
as judo is a great sport, also (or especially) for girls. It's a good sport
for self-defence, you learn to do break-falls, you get in good physical shape
and it sharpens your co-ordination and strength.
A couple of stories from my life as a strong and athletic girl, as I am sure
you are interested to read them.
The first one is when I was 11 years old. We had a school excursion for 2
days. The second day we were out in the fields, and had lunchbreak near the
river. Besides our teacher, there were 2 girls and a guy from the department
of teacher training of the University of Paris with us. I was a tall and strong
girl already then. My mother has always written down my weight and height
every 3 months. So I know that then, I was 1,78 with a weight of 73 kilo's.
During the lunchbreak we had some free time. One of my favourite games was
to try to challenge the other children to fight with me. As I was big and
strong, they usually did not want to fight with me. Most of them knew they
were surely going to loose. But the boys often could not refuse to fight with
me, or they were called wimps. So, I again challenged one of the bigger boys.
He was smaller than I was, but I expected him to give me a good fight. I knew
from the last time that he was always trying to resist. And that's what I
like. If someone does not fight back, it's no fun at all.
We started standing, in the grass. I wore my sport-shoes, shorts and a T-shirt.
I quickly managed to pull him off-balance and then turned my back to him,
to do an ippon-seoi-nage. Unexpectedly, he leaned back, so I could not complete
this shoulder throw. But after 4 years of judo training, my throws went intuitively,
and I continued with a left o-soto-gari. He landed on his side and back. I
immediately jumped on top of him, and took him in a yoko-shio-katame. His
arm was locked in between my two long legs, and I firmly pressed with my upper
body on his chest, to hold him down. He struggled heavily but against a heavier
opponent (like me) it is nearly impossible to break free. I counted till 15,
and still he had not broken free. I told him that I would not let him go as
long as he had not tapped. Finally he tapped, but he did not like the situation.
A lot of the kids were watching us, and the other girls are always enthusiastic
when I beat another boy. They can not do that themselves, but like to see
me doing that. One of the people watching was one of the girls doing their
teacher training practise at our school. When we finished our fight, this
girl (her name was Alice) told me it was not fair that I was fighting with
a smaller boy. She told me I should fight against stronger people, as it is
not fair to beat up smaller boys. I took my chance immediately to challenge
her. She said that it would not be fair either. She had recognized my judo
skills, and told me that she was a blue belt herself. She had not practised
judo for the last two years, but she told me she still would absolutely beat
me, as she had been champion of her club in her age-group when she was 14.
Finally, I had found a worthy opponent. I guessed her to be a bit lighter
than I was, but at last a challenge. I told her that I wanted to fight her
there and then, and she agreed.
In the meantime also our teacher had come to see what happened. He warned
Alice that she would have her hands full with me. Alice laughed at him, and
told that it would be piece of cake to beat me. Well, that sharpened my aggressiveness
of course. We started, and I could feel that she was really a good, quick
fighter. Then it is fun to do judo. I do not mind to loose, but of course
I was really eager to try to win. I did not think about the age difference,
but just tried to win the match. I did not succeed in using my favourite throws,
but neither did she have a chance. I was sweating and breathing heavily, because
it was hard work against her. But I could feel that she was losing her strength.
My endurance always has been extremely well, because of the long work at the
farm. Finally I managed to take her down with an o-uchi-gari. So, finally
we were fighting on the ground, with my on top. Now, I had to pass her legs,
so I could take her in a hold, and hopefully apply an arm-bar, to end up the
fight quickly. I managed to put my knee on the inner side of her thigh, and
press it down with my full weight. This hurts incredibly, you should know.
She yelled in pain, and I managed to pass with one leg. Then the other leg
was still locked between her legs, but I had her in a kesa-katame. It took
me some time to free my other leg, but I was in the advantageous position.
I just had both legs free, when she managed to get one of her arms free from
under my armpit. I knew I had to act quickly, or otherwise she would be able
to free herself completely.
You should know that when you are under 12, you are not allowed to do arm-bars
in judo. I knew this rule, but as she was 18 and I knew how to do arm-bars,
I decided to try to apply one, in order to finish off the match quickly.
I grabbed her wrist in a very firm grip (I have big and extremely strong hands),
pressed it down with the weight of my upper body pressing on my straight arm,
while at the same time bringing up my right leg. I was sure she would have
to tap, as otherwise her elbow would break. To my surprise she was so strong
that my strength was not enough to overstretch her elbow. The only solution
was to quickly put my left leg on her wrist to add even more power to the
pressure on her arm. This helped quickly, as she immediately tapped. She was
probably afraid that I would break her arm. When we stood up, she did not
look very happy, but she had the courage to congratulate me with my victory
in front of the whole group. I told her that she had been a worthy opponent,
and that it was nice to find a girl or woman who could really do serious judo.
I could see she was glad with this compliment, even though she had not expected,
and surely did not like to loose against an 11_year_old girl. That's the first
part of the story from my 2-day-schoolcamp.
I will tell you more experiences later, if you like.
Why I don't blind-date anymore....
written by Daniel.
Part 1.
I have been on that dating-website for about half a year and had met some quite interesting girls there. Had a few dates but it always was the same. They were nice and pretty but not really "my type". I have always liked girls with well trained bodies. So the dating never went longer than about a month and she or I lost interest.
But then, when I checked my messages one day this spring, there
was a mail from a girl I had never seen before on that site. The mail wasn't
what surprised me, it mainly was just a "hello-here-i-am". Her profile
page really draw my interest. As photo she just had a headshot which was really
nice, but that wasn't the main thing. She wrote on her profile that she was
into track and field and trained five times a week, plus weights in the gym.
I really was curious about that girl so I took my time to answer really nicely.
I didn't want to ask her about her body right away because I was afraid of
what she would think about me.
As I got back from work the next day the first thing I did was check my messages and I had an answer. She told me that she was doing the sport since she was four years old and had never stopped. That ment to me that her 26 year old body must be really great for my taste.
Over the next weeks we wrote some more mails and got to know each other a little. She was in her last year of studying sports and biology at an university near the city were I live. I told her about myself, a consultant for a major IT-firm, at that time 29 years old. I did go to the gym, too. To be honest, since I got to know her, I trained harder because I wanted to be in really good shape should we meet each other.
It all went quite well and we arranged a date. Since she had no car we would meet at a restaurant in her city which was just a 50 km drive for me.
The next friday I took my time in the bathroom and got ready. Drove over there quite fast to be on time. I went into the restaurant we agreed upon and waited. Then she came in. I recognized her really pretty face at the first glance. She was wearing a white blouse and tight blue jeans with high heels underneath. It just was an incredible view.She came towards me and sat down. We really had a wonderful dinner, a great conversation and some quite "interesting" moments where we just looked each other in the eyes and said nothing.
The evening slowly came to an end but I really didn't want that wonderful time to be over so soon. Just as I thought that in my mind she asked me how I would feel about coming over to her place to have another glass of wine. As you can imagine I was quite happy about that question and agreed.
So we got my car and she directed me through the city. We drove a little while and ended up in front of an industrial building. In a neighbourhood were I never would have imagined somebody really lives. It was industrial plant over and over again. She saw my surprised look and told me that it was cheap and nice. I parked my car, we got out and walked to an really big and quite old industrial complex. She opened a door on the side and let me in.
It really was a wonderful place to live. The ceiling was really high, there was lots of space right in front of me which seemed like a combined livingroom, kitchen and office. At the righthand side of that huge space were some steps which lead up to the bath- and bedroom.
She offered me a seat on her couch and said she would get the wine. She went off to the fridge. It wasn't until that time that I realized her stunning legs in the tight blue jeans. As she walked away I could see her muscles flex through her jeans.
I sat there and thought about how we didn't even come across sports in our whole conversation and imagined how her legs would look without the jeans. I thought about how this night would end. Would I stay here next to her wonderful body or would she make me go home.
It took only minutes till she came back with an open bottle of really nice white wine and two glasses. She put them on the table in front of me and asked me wether i'd be ok if she got some more comfortable clothes on. I really had nothing against that as I thought that would be more revealing than her blouse. So she went upstairs to change. I poured myself a glas of wine and couldn't stop thinking about those legs.
She came down again and I was kind of disappointed as I saw that she now was wearing wide gray pants and a big pullover. She sat down next to me on the couch and took her glas of wine. We talked a little about this and that but I really wanted to get the conversation towards her sports and body. And that happened quite fast.
She seemed to be really proud of her muscles and power. I really wanted to touch her biceps, feel how strong she was. So I provoked her a little bit in telling her that I didn't think she was stronger than me.
She put her glas back on the table and then mine. She looked me deep in the eyes and said "You really think I couldn't handle you?". I was somewhat surprised by that direct question and said that I didn't think so because I was taller, more powerful and a man. That answer seemed to make her a little bit angry but she smiled at me and asked if I wanted to try to wrestle her. God, I had dreamed of that question so I agreed without a thought.
We both stood up from the couch and got in the middle of the room where there was plenty of space. I thought about how the wooden floor would hurt her if I threw her down on that. But I really got a big surprise. She told me to attack her. It seemed quite odd but I really was curious how this would end and did it.
It took me only seconds to recognize that this was a mistake. She steped to the side just a little, grabbed my arm, twisted it and threw me on the floor. My back really ached but I didn't want to show her that. So I got up quickly, turned to her and saw her look. A big grin that really made me a little mad at her. So I started at her again and again it took her only seconds to take me down. As I got up she said "Come on little, weak man, is that all you got?". That made my anger rise more as I didn't like the way she pushed me. I really wanted to show her who's the man. I carefully approached her, not that fast this time. I wanted to get her down. But I got a little to close, she grabbed my arm again, twisted it onto my back and pulled it upwards so that I nearly flipped over. I could withstand the flipping but the pain was really harsh as she pulled my arm up more and more. Then she layed her other arm around my neck and crushed it. I couldn't even breeth anymore. She came really close to my ear with her mouth and wispered "Now who is stronger?" I really wanted to tell her that she is but I with her arm around my neck I couldn't say a word. I got weaker by the second and dropped to my knees. She still had that hold on me and I struggled to get out but I didn't have the slightest chance.
Suddenly she released the grip and pushed me to the ground. My shoulder was really sore and just wanted to catch some breath as I lay on the floor but she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up again. She told me that I should try it again. That I should attack her once more, prove that I am stronger. At that point I really was kind of affraid of doing that but on the other hand she really had made me mad at her by now. So I got up and got my body back in order by stretching a little. She just laughed at me which made me even more angry. I told myself that I would take her down this time. No matter what. I wouldn't let a girl three years younger and smaller than me take me down again. A GIRL.
I thought she wouldn't surprise me once more if I just stay calm and foccused. I approached her really slow and she just stood there, laughing at me. I think she could see the fear I had in my eyes. And I really was affraid of her. I've had fights in my younger days but she just was "too fast". As I carefully went after her she even laughed louder which made really mad at her. I was so sure I would take her down this time but it seems I was wrong.
Suddenly she pulled up one leg and kicked my stomach so hard I crashed back on the floor. I sat there holding my belly to reduce the pain I felt. She came towards me, stood right in front of me and looked down on me. She told me to get up but I my stomach really felt like a missle had hit. But she didn't care in any way. She pulled me up by my hair and told me to attack her once more.
At that moment, I got to be honest, I really was frightened. That girl really had made me feel pain like never before. That kick to my stomach blew me of. The way she seemed to enjoy it. It made me angry but I had realized by then that she would take me down over and over again. I thought about how I could get away. Leave this clearly silly girl. But just as I thought about all this she attacked me and once again I was helpless in the floor in a matter of seconds. She sat down on me so that her knees pinched my upper arms. I tried to get away, to get her off of me but I had no chance at all. For the first time I really felt her body. Her legs on my upper body were hard like rock and I mean that, rock-hard. And they weren't the size of a "normal, thin girl". They were so much bigger. Her weight on my arms really made me feel pain like I never had felt it before. I think I even got some tears in my eyes, from the pain and the helpless situation I was in. That seemed to amuse her even more.
She looked down at me and said "I think I forgot to tell you some things about me. I have been the national champion in judo for three years in a row and i've been nearly that good in kickboxing, too." Sarcasticly she added "I hope you're not mad at me for holding that back. Men tend to get scared when I tell them that".
I was stunned as I heard that. No wonder she could kick me around like that. But that also meant I really didn't have any chance against her and I was totally at her will. For the worse, it seemed she really had fun kicking me around. Then she grabbed my chin and made me look up to her, as i've been trying to look to the sides, ashamed of my tears.
She said "Look at me, weak little man" and she took off her pullover. Slowly. First I could see her abs which were more than a sixpack, at minimum an "eight-pack", and rock hard, just as her legs. Further on I could see her wonderful breast. She had nothing on underneath that pullover. Had I known that earlier, god, that would have me hot. But now I still just felt fear. At last the pullover came of completely and I could see her upper body in all its beauty, scary beauty. All over her body the veins were popping out, there was not a single spot that didn't show muscles. Her arms were so big and defined. I thought about myself in front of the mirror, beeing proud of my biceps and there she was. Hers definetly were bigger than mine, plus much more defined. She must have sawn the scared look on my face cause she smiled down at me an asked if I was scared. She said "I thought you like trained girls. Am I not trained enough". I couldn't say a word. I was so surprised by her muscularity. But it even became worse, she started flexing her arms right in my face. I had the feeling I could see every single cell of muscle on her body. The veins on her arms popped out even more than they did before and that had been quite impressive. I really felt weak, not just a little, really weak. That girl could have kicked my ass even without her judo and kickboxing. But with that, it seemed, I was totally at her mercy.
And she appeared to be liking that very much. She played around with me a little, showed me her muscles, biceps, triceps, abs, pecks. I got more intimidated every minute. She just was stronger than me, no doubt, every single muscle was hard as rock. And the pain in my arms grew stronger and stronger by the minute. Her kness still pinched my upper arms. And she seemed to enjoy digging her knees deeper and deeper.
I was so humiliated, beeing absolutely helpless under this girl.To make it worse for me she grabbed two pairs of handcuffs from underneath the couch. First she cuffed my arms and got up. She put a foot on my chest and pressed down which made the breathing for me really hard. I could hardly press against her foot with my lungs. She laughed at me again, told me what a weak, little, helpless man I am.
Then she got down to my ankles with the other pair of cuffs and fixed them too. I was totally helpless beneath this scary beauty. She stood right above me when she started to pull down her pants. First I saw the beginning of tiny string-tanga and then, muscles. After all i've seen so far I really expected some great muscles on her legs but what I saw really blew my mind. Her quads were so big that I just couldn't imagine how they could fit into those thight jeans she was wearing earlier. Again, every single vein there is was popping out from the muscles. She drew the pant down further and I could see her calves. That really made me hot. For a second I didn't care about the situation I was in. Those calves were so absolutely wonderful, hard as rock, popping veins and big as my quads. All the time while she was stripping down her pants she must have watched my face because when I looked in her eyes there was the biggest and most evil grin on her face that i've ever seen. She really enjoyed shocking me with her power and muscles. And she must have seen my expression as I saw her unbelieveable legs in the nude right above me. For me it was a mixture of horror and pleasure.
But then she came down on me. She sat herself directly on my
face. I couldn't escape and couldn't breathe anymore. I struggled but there
was no escape. She just was much to strong for me in the handcuffs. It only
took about a minute and everything started to get black. I struggled even
more as I realized I was running out of oxygen but I was helpless. Nothing
I could do. I went unconscious.
Part 2.
As I woke up again I found myself blindfolded. I was stripped down to the nude as far as I could feel it. I was standing, my hands were tied up in the air, my legs were spread wide and fixed so I couldn't move. I was dazzled somewhat and it took me some time to remember what had happened earlier. The girl that had pushed me around like I was the weakest thing she ever had in her hands. The fear she made me feel. Her perfect body with those wonderful muscles. The way she made me submit to her power, even though I didn't want to, I didn't have the slightest chance against her.
Now I was standing here, completely unable to move a limb, blindfolded and nude. I struggled to get free but that was totally senceless. I was tied up. I couldn't move a bit. And with the blindfold I couldn't even see a thing.
I could hear high heels on the wooden floor walking towards me. Then slowly around me. As if she was examining me. They came to a stop right in front of me. I was afraid and aroused at the sametime. I had fantasized about beeing helpless at the mercy of a strong girl but I never thought about it this way. She could do anything with me and with what she had said earlier she would do exactly that and I thought that wouldn't be all to pleasant for me. But I had no idea what I was in for.
She started out by pinching my nipples with her fingers, she pulled them so that I fell to the front into my restraints. The pain became so hard I started to scream for help. That was when I heard her evil laugh again. She released my nipples, came close to my ears and whispered "You can scream all you want, nobody will hear you. In fact, you will scream a lot more. It really turns me on when my victims scream for help, for mercy, for their lives."
Did she really say "for their lives"? Did she mean that? I knew she could kill me with ease if she wanted to, but I never could have imagined a girl would do something like that. I had read about some cases in the newspapers were girls were raped and punished to death but by men, not by a girl. The more I thought about that the more scared I got. Nobody would ever know what had happened to me because I told nobody I was meeting her. In fact, I hadn't told anybody about her at all.
Suddenly the blindfold came off. I couldn't see her, she stood behind me, but I realized I was in the middle of her big room. My legs were fixed to the floor with handcuffs, spread wide and I really was completely nude As I looked up I saw two big chains hanging from the ceiling onto which my hands were cuffed. She grabbed my head from behind and pushed it back down so I could only see the floor right below me. Through my legs I could see her feet in that highheeled sandals she wore earlier. She walked around to my front, still pushing my head down. She asked me wether I liked what I saw of her body earlier. I didn't know where she was going with that but I had no plan of making her angry at me, so I told her that I did like her body very much, that it was perfect.
Without saying anything else she slowly raised my head. First
I could see more of her calves, which, with that high heels, popped out like
diamonds. Then her thighs which seemed even bigger and more defined than I
remembered them. Once again I was stunned by the vascularity of her body.
The veins really popped out all over her legs. Further up I could see what
seemed to be part of an swimsuit made of latex, black latex. That swimsuit
seemed to cover her whole upper body but as she raised my head up further
I could see some skin again in the middle. As I realized that this was the
lower part of her wonderful big breasts I was shocked. Because my head was
exactly as high above the ground as her breasts. The hole in the swimsuit-like
latexsuit just covered the inner half of her breast and it nearly seemed as
if they were pressing out that hole. At the moment I saw her wonderful breast
right in front of me she pulled my head towards her, my face directly in between
her big breasts. I felt the soft skin of her breasts in my face, which at
first made me really hot but then I realized I couln't breathe anymore, again.
I struggeled helpless but she pulled my head into her breasts even harder.
Just as I was about to lose my consciousness again she let me go. I was hanging
there, catching my breath again as I saw her walk away from me a little. I
could see that the suit she was wearing was shaped like a stringtanga in the
back, so I could see the rock hard glutes that had chocked my out. Every muscle
in her legs flexed as she walked. She turned around and told me to look at
her. I raised my head a little and saw her arms. The suit covered everything
but her arms and legs. And the part of the breasts I had my head pushed into
just seconds ago.
She came a little bit closer again, with one finger she pushed up my chin a little and told me "I want you to watch closely now. You will see what you will feel later on. The power of my rock-hard body."
And she started flexing her muscles. First a double biceps pose that was just incredible. Then she turned around and showed me her really big back. It really seemed to me that latex would be ripped apart by her muscles but it just stretched and I could see every muscle right on the latex. Then she flexed her calves. I had never seen anything like that before, not even on her. They grew bigger and bigger every second. They really were bigger than my thighs. She turned around again, facing me and she must have seen the stunned look on my face. She asked me "By now I think you know that I am much stronger than you are, little, weak men, don't you?" I just nodded, which seemed to make her angry. She came towards me, with her left hand she grabbed my neck from behind, flexed her right biceps right in front of my face and ordered me to kiss it. As I hesitated she pushed my mouth onto it. I have to say, I was shocked by its hardness. I had imagined it to be hard "as rock" but it really was that hard. She could have pushed my mouth onto a metal pipe and it would have felt the same. Again she said "Kiss it, loser!" I just obeyed, what choice had i? I slowly kissed her powerful, flexed biceps. She liked that and made me do it for about five minutes. Than I had to kiss her triceps which was just as hard. She took a step away from me and flexed her muscles some more. That kissing had turned me on a little and now seeing the rest of her wonderful, muscular body made me even hotter by the second. I had seen female bodybuilders on TV some time and she could compete with them easily. I thought about kissing all her muscles, starting at her calves, up her legs, her back. That thought plus the view of her flexing that body right in front of me, made me really hot and I got a hard on.
She saw that,stopped flexing and started to laugh "What is that? Sweet little thing. Is that all you got? Is it hard already?" That really made me feel ashamed. I was so embarrased. I never thought I had a small "one" but I had been thinking about how it would be better if it was bigger. So she had hit the target full power, right in the middle. But she kept going on "So you're not just little and weak, you're tiny!" And she laughed out really loud. That made me mad. I struggled again in my restraints, tried to get free. But that just made her laugh even louder. She came towards me and said "Oh, poor tiny boy. Did I make you mad? Come on, you really are tiny!" And then her evil grin again, right in my face. I said nothing. I was to ashamed and starting to really feel humiliated. "You have seen enough for now anyways. I will take care of your tiny dick later.", she said and blindfolded me again.
I heard her walk away from me and up the stairs. Then nothing. The minutes went by and I started to think again. What was she up to, what would she do with me. The words she said earlier, "scream for their lives", came to my mind again. And know that I had felt her biceps on my mouth I really got scared. She could rip me apart with her bare hands, no doubt.
I thought about how I could get away. Was there a way to get her to set me free? I doubted it but I had to try. I would offer her money, I would promise her to tell nobody what had happend. I wouldn't anyway, how would that make me look. I would do what ever she wanted me to, just to get out of here.
It seemed like hours to me and she didn't come back. I was hanging in the middle of her room, nude, helpless and totally at her mercy. The mercy of an insane, muscular, evil fighting-machine. Just as I thought about that I heard a low hum above me on the ceiling. I was wondering what that was just as I realized that my arms were pulled up more in the cuffs. That hum must be some kind of motor pulling up the chains my arms were cuffed on. My body was stretched slowly but I could feel that I would not be able to take much more stretching. My feet came of the ground the ground slightly so that I just could stand on the tips of my toes and the cuffes on my legs startet to cut into my ankles. The hum stopped and I was completely upright,nearly hanging in the air and couldn't move a bit to the front or the back. But there was no sign of her, I hadn't heard anything.
Suddenly I felt pain in my stomach. Really bad pain that made
me scream and I heard her laugh right in front of me. She took of my blindfold
and there she stood. She had changed, now wearing an kickboxing outfit, barefoot,
boxer shorts and a tight sports-bra. She must have punched my stomach or something.
The pain didn't go away and she punched again. She didn't wear boxing-gloves
or something, just her bare knuckles crashing right into my stomach. As she
punched I could see her muscles. Her biceps, triceps and shoulders and I could
feel the pain even before she hit me. The power behind that punch was unbelieveable.
This time I had tried to flex my abs to block her punch somewhat but that
had no effect. She just punched through them. If I could have I would have
fallen to the floor and crouched but I was tied up straight. So there was
not the slightes chance to block any of her punches in any way.
She stood right in front me, legs spread just a little and crossed her arms.
"I told you, you would be my toy, that you would feel my power. Now,
how does it feel, loser?" I had to catch my breath before answering her
because my stomach still was in pain. I told her that it really hurts bad
and I started to beg for mercy. I told her I would do anything she wanted
me to do, that I even would give her money. Everything I had. But she just
laughed. She said "First of all, you will do what I want, when I want
it and how I want it anyways. Second, no money in the world can make up for
the fun I am having right now and third." She stopped, grabbed my neck
with her right hand and came closer. As my legs still were spread wide, she
really could look down at me and she did. With a look as evil as it could
be. And she said "Third, I haven't even started yet. I need my daily
workout and today is kickboxing-time. And you will be my punching bag."
That really scared the hell out of me. Just the two punches I had to take
to that point would have made me fall to the floor. A whole workout? She would
kill me right there I thought. She went on "Don't be afraid, I will let
you survive this. I have more plans for you. I just love to humiliate weak
little boys like yourself." She had "more plans"? What could
that mean? I was scared even more because I thought it would get worse after
her workout. But I didn't have much time to think about that because she already
had started her training. The first punch landed right were the two previous
ones had and that brought me back to reality. I couldn't do anything and she
was dancing around me. Once again I could see every muscle on her body as
she started a sequence of what must have been ten punches in a row at least.
All of them right in my stomach. I had the feeling I would throw up any second.
But she went on and on and on. More punches, in my stomach and on my breast.
The first punch to my breast really pushed all the air that had been in my
lungs out and I had difficulties breathing because of the pain in my ribs.
I wondered if she already had broken one of them. She just smiled at me and
continued her punishment. I felt my body getting weaker and weaker with every
punch.
At once, she stopped and told me that it was time for her legs now and smiled. Once again she flexed her unbeleiveable thighs, took a step back and kicked. The first one landed right between my legs. I felt the pain rising in my body. I screamed as loud as I could but it took only seconds that my lungs felt like beeing pressed together by to bulldozers and I went short on breath. The pain spread through my complete body. Every single part seemed to scream out in agony. And I started to lose my consciousness again, just from the unbelieveable pain I was in. But she seemed to want me to be aware of what was happening to me because she slapped me a little to get my attention back. Just as I was focused somewhat again her second kick hit me right in the side. This time I was sure one or two ribs were broken by that blow. But the pain started to ease a little while she was dancing around in front of me. Threatening me with punches and kicks which stopped just right before impact.
Once and again she really finished the kicks or punches which made me feel the pain even if she stopped before impact. She obviously had fun scaring me. And I had the feeling her muscles were growing bigger and bigger by the minute. The workout seemed to pay off quite well as far as her body was concerned. She backed off and started stretching. That would have been a really wonderful view if I hadn't been in that much pain. She came towards me again and started threatening me again.
I started to beg for mercy. Told her I couldn't take it anymore. But she just laughed at me. "Are you really such a wimp?" she asked and I agreed. I told her a wasn't a match for her, I told her I would obey her will, whatever it was if she just would stop.
She stood still a second, thinking, as it seemed. Then she said "OK, that's enough for now. We wouldn't want you to miss the surprise a have in store for you." She came closer and said "Let me show you something." She got into an handstand right in front of me. I was stunned by her powerful body again as I saw it up close. Her legs slowly sank down towards me, her thighs around my neck and just as I realized what was happening she put on the pressure. Slowly at first but hard enough to make me scream in pain again. As she pushed harder I couldn't sceam anymore, her thighs were like pythons, keeping me out of breath. It took only a minute and I went out again.
Part 3.
When I got my conscious back I could feel I wasn't at her place
anymore. It felt cold, I could feel the wind blowing over my naked body. As
I was blindfolded again I had no idea where I was or what was happening to
me. All I could tell, was that I was in the woods somewhere because I could
feel leaves and dirt beneath me. I struggled and realized that my hands were
tied to my ankles. I tried to get free but there wasn't a chance. I was afraid
she had just left me in the woods, somewhere where nobody would find me until
I was dead. With that thought I struggled even more to get free but that was
completely senseless. She had tied me up really good.
I started to listen, maybe that was a way to get to know more about where
I was or to find a way out of here. But all I could here were some birds and
the wind blowing through the trees around me. Not the slightest sound of civilization
anywhere near me.
The whole scene really scared me. I didn't know where I was and how I had
come here.
Suddenly I could feel a very strong grip on my neck and as I struggled in pain from that grip I heard her laughing right above me. At least she hadn't left me alone to die. She still was around. On one hand I was afraid what she would do to me but on the other hand I was glad she was there. After all she had done to me, I had the strange feeling that she cared for me. At least a little bit. I somehow felt save with her around. Like she would allow nobody but herself to hurt me in any way.
She removed the blindfold and I saw her. She was standing right
above me, dressed in a military suit with thick black boots and her hair tied
back, which made her look even stronger.
She looked down at me and said: "I will release you in a minute, but
first, a little lesson for you. You will never play with a girl again. I will
watch you and what you do and if i'm not ok with it you will go through much
worse than you did this time. All that has happened was a little bit of revenge
for what you did to the last girl you dated. So just remember, there are a
lot of strong girls around and if you ever treat a girl like crap again, one
of them will come for you! For now, you are free to go, i'm curious if you
make it to your car. By the way, your car is parked in that direction, just
about a half hour walk." And she smiled.
At that point I thought about what she had said, "revenge"?, I always
tried to treat girls as good as I could but with the last one I dated, I have
to be honest, I wasn't that nice. I just was hot and tried to get her to have
sex with me. I had no further intentions but it seemed she had had some. Was
it her idea to set me up like this. Why did I have to take the walk through
the woods, would I find my car? And why was the girl that had kicked me around
like a little wimp curious if I would make it to my car. But she wasn't finished
yet. She said: "We are on a military testing ground, normally no one
is allowed in here. So there is nobody around to hear you if you scream. Oh,
I forgot, there are some other girls, hidden in the woods right where you
will be going and they don't like you at all. One of them is the girl you
treated like crap and I bet if you get into her hands you will be suffering
really bad. I have trained her in kickboxing and she really is a talent. The
other girls are stronger than you too. So be careful when you start walking."
She set me free but I was too afraid to just stand up and run. She kicked
me and said that I will have to run because she would just wait about five
minutes and then start to chase me. And if she would catch me I would feel
her power for real.
That scared me really bad and I got up and started to run in the direction
she pointed earlier. But the words she had said came to my mind: There were
more girls hidden in the woods, even the girl I hadn't treated really nice.
So I slowed down after just a minute and was more careful. I didn't want to
meet another girl like her.
I walked just about 500 meters and stoped to listen for a sound of another
girl that would kick me around. I was quite sure that the girls that were
hidden around here could kick my ass just like she could so I really tried
to avoid them. But there was no sound but the birds and the wind in the trees.
I went on and stoped again just a minute later to listen. Again there was
nothing but nature itself. I started to think that she just was kidding me.
Scare me once more. And as is stoped once more to listen and heard nothing,
I was quite sure there was nobody around and she just wanted to scare me.
But how did she know I about the girl I dated some month ago. Maybe that one
had really set me up and now it was just over. The whole thing about the girls
hidden in the woods was just a little more to scare me.
I went on and got faster and more uncareful of making noise while walking.
I didn't think there were more girls that would hurt me. I just wanted to
get to my car as fast as possible.
But I was really wrong. Just a minute later there suddenly stood
a girl right in front of me. Dressed in nothing but big, black boots, a string
and halter-top. She laughed at me but I was quite confident that she was no
threat to me. She was very small and not that trained. Her body seemed to
be just slim but there were no muscles at all. So I thought I would throw
her to the side and walk right on. But just as I was thinking all this she
landed a mighty kick right onto my chest that blew me of my feet. I fell to
the ground. As I was getting up she laughed and told me that it would be better
for me to just stay on the ground and submit to her. But I was determined
to get to my car and get out of this whole thing alive. And she really was
a little girl which I was sure I could stand up against. So I got up and went
at her. Another kick with her boots landed right in my stomach but I didn't
go down. I started out at her again to make her feel some pain but she got
her leg up once more and kicked me right in my face. I went down again, this
time I really felt pain and stayed on the ground some time to get my strength
back together.
As I got up again I was prepared for another kick or something like that but
she just was gone. I looked around but there was nothing but trees. By then
I knew "the other girls" were real, so I went on in the direction
I thought my car would be. But I really got more careful. I still could feel
her boot in my face. I had no intention of feeling that again.
I started to realize that it was getting dark. I thought how I would get totally
lost when there was no more light. So I had to pick up on my pace. But that
would make more noise, which would attract more girls which I really didn't
want to meet.
So I tried to be as quiet as possible while still getting fast in the direction
I was pointed to.
I made some good progress but suddenly I just landed on the ground. My legs had been kicked away. I looked around and saw a slim girl standing behind me. She wore nothing but a black mask. At first I thought that such a slim and untrained girl would stand no chance against me I was warned from what had happened just some minutes ago. So I got up carefully and backed up a little bit. She said: "Are you affraid of a girl, little boy? You don't seem as strong as you seemed half a year ago." The only thing that could mean was that she was the girl I had treated bad. She took of her mask and I recognized her. Much slimmer and trained than I remembered her. She really had to have been working on her fitness since I last saw her. I thought about what I had heard earlier "trained in kickboxing". I was scared by that thought but she still was a girl, a slim girl with at most half a year of fighting training. So I planned to make her fall, not bad, just as much as she needed to let me go.
But I was wrong again. She started out at me and kicked my naked body around like I was nothing more than a puppy. I felt the pain from every single kick and she enjoyed her power over me. She had me on the ground several times and I couldn't get away from those kicks and punches. The small little girl I had known some month ago was gone. This just was a fighter. And she made me feel that fact over and over again. Everytime I got up she kicked me to the ground again. I tried to run away from her but she was much fast and I went down again and again. She asked me: "How does that feel, you little asshole, beeing kicked to the ground again and again and again. I hope you feel what I felt when you treated me that bad. And just so you know, i'm not finished with you until you beg for forgivness. But still, i'm not sure wether I can forgive you!"
By then I was sure, the whole thing was a set up, to teach me a lesson. I had earned it somehow but it didn't had to be that bad. These girls really had made me feel the pain and I was sure there was some in store for me. The only thing I could do was try to run away but everytime I tried I got kicked down again. My ex-date really seemed to have trained hard because she kicked me around like the stronger girl which had worked me over the last day.
Sometime I got away, I ran for my live. But suddenly there were three girls right in front of me. All of them dressed in army-suits and looking plain mean. I stopped and considered what I could do to get away. But it seemed there were girls all around me and they all would kick my ass just as they pleased to. So I decided to give up. I got down on my knees, raised my hands and told them I gave up. That I would obey and take what ever punishment they seen fit for my misbehaviour.
One of them came towards me, stood right in front of me and grabbed my neck with her hand. I had felt a girl that strong just hours ago but I didn't think there were more girls as strong. I already was on my knees, begging for forgiveness but they just didn't seem to care. The girl with the grip in my neck asked wether I would obey to their orders and I said I would. She ordered me to get up and spread my arms. I did as I was told to and the other girls came around. The tied my arms to some trees and my legs were spread tied up too.
I was completely helpless, again. And this time, there were three girls standing right in front of me, pointing at me and laughing. I was plainly humiliated. But then there came my "ex-date", walking right at me. She stood in front of me and said: "We will have to wait a little for your punishment to arrive."
I was scared but what worse could happen than the girl that lurred me into all this. I admit, it was punishing and humiliating to see the girls laughing at me, helpless as I was. Tied up between some trees, completely naked. But the worst thing, which I couldn't have imagined, happened. All of them just walked away. I was alone, tied up standing between two trees. Nobody around and it was getting darker by the minute.
I struggled, but there was no way to get free. It was getting colder and I got scared again. I was alone, tied up in the middle of a military testing ground. Nobody around. I screamed for help, for my live. But there was no answer. No sign of live anywhere near me. At some point I stoped screaming for help. I guess I just gave up. There was no way to get out of this. The girls had won and I would end up as a corpse between some trees.
It got darker and darker. Soon I could see nothing but blackness. I was freezing.
At some point I could see some flashlights in the forest. I started screaming again and they came towards me. I had hoped for rescue but as they came closer I could see three of the girls which had humilated me earlier. I thought they would finish me but they just played with my naked body, laughed at me and teased me.
One of them untied me and made me run. They were after me, just seconds behind me. I ran for my live but I was to slow. One of them jumped at me and I fell to the ground, she was on top of me. The girls laughed again and talked about how I was a really weak man. Two of them held my arms and legs to the side and the third one started to kick me. Her kicks made me get weaker and weaker. She seemed to love it and I had no chance of defending myself.
The girls took turns in beating me up. If there weren't two of them holding my arms tight I would have fallen to the ground from the kicks and the pain. I screamed with every hit I took but I knew there was nobody to here me. These girls just were out to punish me and I took it. What could I do?
At some point they just let me drop to the ground. I was exhausted, in pain. One of them asked me if I wanted to live or die right here. I chose the later. She told me that they would get me to my car and they did. It was hard to follow them in the dark and with all the pain in my body but I knew that was my last chance.
As we arrived at my car they stood in front of me, blocking my access to the car and told me to tell everybody what had happended the past days. That men shouldn't play around with girls. That they were out to take revenge on every single male who would ever treat a girl in bad way. And they told me I would suffer much worse if I ever did it again.
They told me my clothes were in my car and that I could go know, but I should never forget what had happened… and I didn't.
Since then I am affraid of every girl I meet. They really taught me a lesson.
So guys…. Be careful what you are doing.
Disclaimer : As far as we can tell and are able to verify, the stories on this page are original ones, sent by the authors themselves. Nevertheless, in you find on this page a story which is on your site and has been illegally copied, please send us a notification, and we will remove it at once.