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If her front view had been devastating, the view of her back was even more awesome, a wide “V” of rippling muscularity that tapered to her narrow waist as she slowly straightened her arms to reveal the incredible development of her triceps. Then, turning again to face him, she flexed abdominal muscles that stood out in bold relief like a washboard under the curve of her ribs.

“Enjoying the show, little boy?” she asked mockingly. “D’you like big girls? Me, I stand 6’8″ in my bare feet and weigh 265 lbs., all muscle! And I’m still growing!”

Tom tried to swallow, but his mouth was almost completely dry. “You–you’re unbelievable!” he was finally able to croak. “I–I didn’t think it was possible for a girl to have such huge muscles.”

She smiled faintly. “Lots of people think that,” she said softly. “As you can see, they’re wrong. Male hormones aren’t the only reason most men are taller and have bigger upper bodies than women. It’s a matter of genetics. Today only a few women have the genetics to develop muscles like mine, but as more and more women develop themselves physically there will be more of us born every day. Women’s bodies are inherently stronger than men’s; they have to be to be able to bear children. And in time women will have the size and muscle to go with their superior bodies, and then it will be men’s turn to become the weaker sex. And when that happens, we’ll take over and straighten out the mess you men have made of the world.”

“Jesus,” Tom breathed. A feminist fanatic! The girl was nuts!

She read his face and looked amused. “You and I may not live to see it, little boy,” she told him, “but it will happen. You think not? Here, look at my legs.”

She put her right foot forward and flexed the muscles of her massive thigh, which stood out like huge cords down her legs, and then did the same with her left. Turning her back on him again, she rose up on tiptoe, bulging massive calves. Then, apparently finished, she pivoted around to face him, looking down at him speculatively.

“What–what are you going to do with me?” he asked nervously.

“I think,” she replied slowly, “that I am going to teach you a little lesson for spying on me. And then I think I’ll have some fun with your little body.” She grinned mischievously. “Mom and Dad are out of town for the weekend, so there won’t be anyone to interrupt us. Frankly, I’m kinda glad you dropped by. I’ve been planning to get you alone ever since I first saw you. But that doesn’t change the fact that you have to be punished for spying on me.”

He choked. “P–punished? W–what are you going to do?”

She grinned. “Now, what do you think any self respecting girl would do to a naughty, little Peeping Tom?” she chuckled. “I’m going to turn you over my knee and give you a good spanking, that’s what.”

He cried out, “No!”, but her left hand was already forcing itself between his thighs to capture his entire crotch in her massive palm and, as her other hand freed his belt and sweatshirt, lift him easily off the hook. His eyes bulged as the pressure of her hand on his penis and testicles sent a thrill of pleasure through him, but then he was tilted backward and felt her other hand slide behind his waist and under his sweatshirt just above his jeans as she released her grip on his crotch. He felt her thumb dig into the soft flesh under his ribs and her fingers do the same on his other side, just above his kidney. Only then did he realize fully the size and strength of this teenage giantess, for she was holding him effortlessly off the floor, in an almost horizontal position, securely in the grasp of her single, huge, right hand which spanned more than half his slender waist!

“My,” she gushed, “what a soft, little lightweight you are! I’ll bet you don’t weigh much more than a hundred pounds. Right? And such a tiny waist! You could be a little girl! I can hardly wait to see what YOU’VE got under those clothes.”

Tom choked and started to struggle. “Now wait a minute, Angie! You can’t…” His voice trailed off in a strangled gasp as a sudden, momentary increase in pressure of her thumb and fingers on his sides drove the air from his lungs. When he could breathe again, he gaped up at her in terror.

She was smiling down at him serenely. “That’s right, baby,” she warned, “I can do anything I want to with you. I could crush your soft, little body with just the strength of my fingers, so don’t be foolish enough to try to resist me. Now just lay back and relax while Angie takes your clothes off.”

It was obvious that he was incapable of doing anything else, and he made no protest as she casually captured one foot and then the other to remove his tennis shoes and socks. Then, undoing his belt and fly, she slid his jeans and undershorts down his legs and off his feet. His sweatshirt was next, which she removed my simply forcing each of his arms back next to his head, leaving him completely naked in her grasp, his face a deep red with embarrassment and shame. “Angie, please…” he choked and reached down quickly with both hands to cover his crotch.

She laughed and traced lines lightly around his chest and stomach with a long nailed forefinger, causing his body to stiffen and his flesh to crawl as she found his ticklish areas. “Nice,” she murmured. “Just the kind of soft, little body I love to play with. Ticklish, too. We’ll have some fun with that later. Of course,” she added with a chuckle, “your face is kinda red, about as red as those cute, little buns of yours are gonna be in a minute or two. But first I want to see what you’re hiding down there.” She moved her free hand down to his crotch, easily forcing both his hands away to expose his small, limp penis and testicles, and clucked her tongue in mock dismay. “Well, now!” she exclaimed, “not much here to work with, I’m afraid! Looks like you’re tiny all over, little one! Let’s see what we can do with this…”

Cupping his entire crotch in her huge palm, she began to gently massage him. To his amazement and horror, almost immediately pangs of desire began to flood his lower body, and he felt his penis start to throb and stiffen against the pressure of her hand. Instinctively he grabbed at her hands, but she ignored his struggles as she released her grip on his crotch and took the tip of his now erect penis to roll it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger until he was moaning and his entire body writhing in the ecstasy of desire. Then, as he thought he was about to orgasm, his penis abruptly disappeared into her huge palm, and pain replaced desire as her grip tightened, squeezing until his penis was soft and flaccid in her hand and his body limp and trembling.

“Naughty, naughty!” she laughed. “Little baby can’t come ’til Mommy lets him!” But he barely heard her in the agony of his humiliation and frustration. And he was only dimly aware of what was happening to him as, still holding his helpless body by his waist in her right hand, she carried him across the room to a large sofa. However, when she seated herself on the sofa and laid him face down across her massive thighs, the realization of what she was going to do to him jerked him back to consciousness.

“My God!” he gasped. “No! Please!” His protest died in a scream of pain as her big hand descended with piledriver force on his unprotected buttocks, sending searing pangs of agony through his body. He thrashed about helplessly, trying in vain to escape the pressure of her left hand which now held him securely in place, but was unable to even slow her rhythm as she continued to spank him until, exhausted and sobbing uncontrollably, he lay motionless across her lap, conscious only of the terrible burning of his blistered bottom.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the spanking stopped, and he felt her hands about his waist, lifting him and turning him to set him upright on her lap. Wrapping one powerful arm around his chest and right arm and her other around his thighs, she tucked his left shoulder under her armpit and pulled him tightly to her, his head pressed against her broad shoulder and both his arms trapped against his sides as he continued to sob hysterically, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“My!” she teased. “What a little baby you are! Crying your little heart out from those few, little love pats? What would you have done if I had REALLY spanked you? Well, never mind, little baby, Angie will kiss your tears away and make your little bottom all better!”

Lowering her head to his and cuddling him securely against her massive chest, she began kissing his eyes and cheeks and licking the tears from his face while her huge hand gently stroked his bare buttocks, and gradually Tom’s hysteria subsided. As he looked up at her pleadingly, she raised him slightly and lowered her open mouth to capture his, pressing his head back hard against the powerful bicep of her right arm. He made no attempt at resistance, and she slid her left hand from his buttocks to force it between his thighs to again cup his entire crotch in her huge palm and gently massage his penis and testicles, and suddenly the soreness of his buttocks was submerged in the reawakened desire that surged through his lower body. He breathed a low, muffled moan into her mouth as her tongue intertwined with his and explored the inside of his mouth at will.

Releasing his mouth and crotch, she wrapped her left arm around his thighs again and stood up, still holding him cuddled tightly against her chest. “Now,” she whispered softly, “Angie is going to take her little toy upstairs and play with his tiny body. And when I’m finished with you, you’re gonna be mine!”

His only answer was to press his head against her shoulder and close his eyes in the ecstasy of his desire as she carried him, feeling so small, naked and helpless in her mighty arms, upstairs to her bedroom. There, she shifted him so that she was again holding him in the palm of one hand, almost horizontally in front of her, with her fingers wrapped around his waist, firmly but more gently this time. “Now,” she grinned, “Angie’s gonna see just how ticklish her little baby is!”

Tom’s protest died in a wave of hysterical, screaming laughter as the fingers of her other hand probed his armpits and sides and traced delicate lines across, down and around his soft stomach. His entire consciousness was engulfed in the agonizing, yet strangely erotic, titillations that coursed through him, and he jerked and thrashed about helplessly in her grasp, trying to grab the hand that was inflicting such exquisite torture on his defenseless body. But she only laughed delightedly and ignored his struggles as she continued to probe his ticklish areas at will.

Then, a suddenly as it had begun, the [tag]tickling[/tag] stopped, leaving only a residual sensitivity in his violated areas and a throbbing erection that was sending pulsations of desire through his body. He lay limp and trembling in her hand, exhausted from his struggles, as she opened a drawer of the nightstand next to her bed and took out a long feather. Tom’s eyes widened in alarm.

“My God!” he croaked, “what are you going to do with that?”

She grinned down at him. “You’ll see,” she murmured. “If you thought being tickled by me was fun, wait’ll you get a load of this!”

Again the hand holding the feather went to his armpits and then drew the feather lightly down his sides and across and down his stomach. His body jerked involuntarily, but the titillations were nowhere near as strong as those her fingers had produced. He was almost able to relax until his consciousness was again enveloped in sensation, this time a massive itching, intensely erotic sensation he had never felt before that began in his genitals and coursed through his entire body as Angie gently drew the feather across the under side and tip of his erect penis. His body stiffened, and he mouthed a pitiful whine and frantically tried to grab his genitals to stop this new instrument of torture, but she easily warded off his efforts with the back of her hand and continued to stroke him until his entire body was a writhing mass of erotic itching and excruciating desire.

Dimly he was aware of being laid on his back on her bed, his head resting on several pillows, and then of Angie’s massive thighs straddling his head and a single, huge hand pressing down on his chest to hold his writhing body flat while her other hand continued to torture his manhood with the feather. Looking up, he glimpsed her strong, lovely features looming high above him, barely visible beyond her naked breasts and now flushed with her own desire. Then he saw only her wet, hairy bush as it descended to cover his face, and his face was flooded with her wetness and his consciousness engulfed in the powerful odor of musk.

It was as though he were in a dream, now barely aware of the erotic torture to which his penis was being subjected and the throbbing desire which coursed through his body. He could hardly hear her gasping sighs of pleasure as she worked his face into her clit, almost completely cutting off his air. He struggled to breathe and thought he was going to lose consciousness when he felt her giant body writhe and heave and heard her scream in the ecstasy of her orgasm as his face was flooded with her juices.

After a seeming eternity, she raised herself, turned and straddled his helpless body. Freed from the prison of her womanhood, he was again aware of the terrible itching and pulsating desire in his loins, even though the feather torture of his penis had long since ceased. Lowering her massive body to cover his and burying his face against her wide chest just below her breasts, she captured the tip of his throbbing penis between her huge thighs. Almost immediately the itching was submerged in a surge of pure ecstasy that enveloped his entire body and carried him beyond sensation to heights of pure rapture beyond anything he had ever known, only to subside and leave him limp and trembling beneath the weight of her giant frame.

His mind was still reeling as he felt her lift herself off him, gently wipe his face clean with a corner of the pillow case on which he lay, and then bend down to capture his open mouth with hers while her huge hand encompassed his crotch.

“Now, baby,” she whispered into his mouth, “you belong to me. You’re gonna be my little love toy for as long as I want you and whenever I want you. I’ve only begun to show you the things I can do to you, and you’re gonna love them all, just like you loved what I did to you tonight. Didn’t you, baby?”

He was half sobbing with the realization that, indeed, she was right, that he was hers, bound to her with chains of ecstasy and the knowledge that she could do anything she wanted with his helpless body. Almost unconsciously, he felt his arms wind up around her neck in abject surrender to her embrace as, with a triumphant laugh, she lifted herself off the bed, carrying him with her, and, cradling him like a small child in her mighty arms, carried him downstairs to the gameroom.

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by an anonymous writer