Courtney

Chapter 1


I will never forget the day. It was a rainy Manhattan morning
when she came into my magazine's office to show her modeling
portfolio. I thought I was actually developing something of an
immunity to the endless stream of seemingly perfect young women
trying to plead their way onto our fashion pages. I actually felt
sorry for some of them, the ones who were indeed quite beautiful,
but lacked that magic camera presence that would get them the big
break they wanted so much.


With my 10 AM showing, however, there was no doubt. I knew
before 10:01 that the tall, dark, supremely healthy looking young
woman standing before me was magical and then some. The top of her
head was adorned by shiny as silk straight black hair parted in the
middle and caressing on two sides one of the most magnetic faces I
had ever seen. Her large brown eyes were riveting with their
clarity. Her luminous skin covered her modest but beautifully
curved cheekbones. Her nose was cute without being overly girlish,
but it was her mouth and lips that seemed best able to immediately
focus the totality of my attention being drawn to her. Her lips
were soft, full and symmetrical. Her perfect teeth were snow
white, and the only lines on her face were two exquisite, long
dimples that suddenly appeared to increase the delight of her
flawless smile.


She wore a black sleeveless shirt. You could see the outline of
her shoulder and arm musculature without any threat of excess bulk
detracting from her femininity. She obviously ate right and
exercised regularly, as they say. Her breasts were round, proud
and in perfect proportion for a basically slender young woman.
They demanded attention but at the same time were so perfectly
matched to the rest of her young body that they seemed to do
nothing as much as draw you into the total package. She wore
jeans, which is unusual for a portfolio showing, and it spoke to a
well justified internal confidence. I had never seen any woman who
could command every line and crease of Guess Who jeans into
perfection. A virtual symphony of straight lines and curves that
sang out her female virtues the same way that Pavoratti would sing
an aria. Every fold was perfect, but the part covering her high,
proud ass cheeks was creaseless. Her firm young glutes held camp
magnificently beneath the seemingly glowing denim, with perfect
roundness and without the first hint of any excess body fat. Even
the slight dip over her crack was highlighted magnificently Her
entire lower body was as wondrous as you would expect something
connected to the rest of her to be.


"Hello, I'm Courtney Synklar."


Her voice came across like soft brushed velvet. Mildly husky
and alluring, but direct and with perfect diction. I had been
working with female models for years now, and I thought it was
impossible for me to be overwhelmed anymore. I was wrong.


We sat down and went over her portfolio. Although poorly shot
and with the all the wrong clothes, it was obvious that this young
woman had what it takes to light up a page. My only hope was that
my reaction to her overwhelming sensuality was not equally as
obvious. I imagined that all men she met were probably similarly
affected, and perhaps it was nothing unusual or noticeable for her.
As it turned out, I was again wrong.


It was almost a relief for me when her appointment time was up.
She closed her book and almost knocked me over with a perfectly
executed smile. Impossibly as it seemed, she was becoming more
beautiful as time went by. Not wanting to overplay my hand from a
professional standpoint, I gave her my card and told her that we
would be in touch. She seemed to deliberately brush my hand as she
took the card and I noticed that my hand absolutely tingled from
her touch. She leveled me with yet another smile and turned to
walk away slowly. I was positively stunned by the poetry of her
ass and legs as she walked towards the door. As she was almost
out, she suddenly turned towards me with a knowing smile that
seemed to go right through me.


"Yes?" I asked,


"Oh, nothing," she seemed to grinned mischievously , "nothing at
all."


She silently left and the door closed slowly behind her. I
slumped in my seat with my head in my hand and tried to regain my
composure. I had spent endless days looking at alluring pictures
of sexy young models, but this girl was made up of something
different. She was really gonna be a super star.


***


"Steve -- there's a Miss Synklar on the phone." The message on
my intercom sent a jolt through my body. It had been two days
since our meeting, but I had not yet felt ready to deal with this
incredible vision. Now she was calling me. I cleared my throat
and tried to still my racing heart as I picked up the phone.


"Hello, Courtney, how are you?"


"Fine, Steve, thank you for asking. I was wondering if you
could do me a little favor." The sound of her clear, strong
reassured voice again filled my mind with the vision of her
magnificence, instantly wiping out 48 hours of hard fought denial.
Favor... She had said something about a favor. I think I said
"Yes" into the phone.


"Could you look at a new outfit I bought? I would really like
your opinion. I'm in the neighborhood, I could be right down."


I wasn't ready to see her again, but I heard my voice say "Sure"
into the phone. Well, maybe I'll see that she is merely human
after all and I can get over this immature obsession, I thought
hopefully.


Fifteen minutes later she was at my door again. I was
surprised, however, in that she wasn't wearing any new fashion
outfit, nor was she carrying anything. She majestically strode in
wearing slacks and a sweater and took a seat across from my desk.


I started to make small talk but she suddenly cut me off.


"I should explain, Steve. Ever since I was a little girl, I
know I have a strong effect on men. When I was eight years old
this boy in my class volunteered to lie down in a mud puddle so
that I could walk over him and not get my feet wet. I walked over
him slowly and didn't even bother to say thanks. Ever since then
I have been able to spot submissive men a mile away. I never miss,
do I Steve?"


Every muscle in my body tensed up and I missed at least one
breath. She was right, I had a submissive streak and had secretly
visited professional dominatrixes, but found the experience
unsatisfying. I kept that part of my life totally apart from my
everyday life, and, up to now I had hoped, secret.


"Submissive? Well, I..um..what.." I was stammering now, unable
to form a complete sentence. I felt small beads of perspiration
forming on my forehead.


She looked at me ashen face and bowled me over with a major,
knowing smile. Beautiful eyes flashing, skin glowing, exquisite
dimples operating. A full assault that seemed to overpower me.
She got up from her chair.


"Steve, I can feel your fascination with my ass as strongly as
if someone was shining a light in my eyes. I'll now give you ten
seconds to crawl over here, kneel down behind me and ask me
politely if you may be allowed to kiss my ass." She focused her
eyes to drill in her instructions, dazzling me.


"Wha..What are you..." my stammering went on, actually
deteriorating in quality.


"Don't be a little fool" her crisp forceful tones easily brushed
aside my weak whimpering, "do it now or forget about it forever.
You have eight seconds left, Steve. Seven...." Her eyes held me
captive, seeming to beam her words right into my brain, bypassing
any part of me that might have been able to resist. I stood up.


"Crawl! You heard me! Six..."


I found myself on my knees, moving towards her. She kept her
eyes on my me, as much to keep me in her spell as to monitor my
progress. I crawled towards her, and noticed that she made no
effort to turn or to make my humiliating trip easier in any way.
I found myself kneeling behind her. The incredible sight of her
perfect jeans clad backside now filled my entire field of vision.
I could see every seam, every stitch. Up close, the irresistible
appeal of her lower body seemed outright frightening..


"Do you have something you would like to ask me, Steve?"


My mouth was completely dry, but I managed to summon up the
following words "Yes, may I please be allowed to kiss your ass?"
I couldn't believe what was happening.


She turned suddenly. I felt an internal pain as her ass was
removed from my sight.


"I don't think so." She reached down and pulled up my chin with
her right hand so that I would get the full effect of her beaming
eyes once again. "I just wanted to get all that out on the table
so that we can do business in a more...direct ..manner from now on.
I felt that the natural order of things needed to be established
openly. Don't you agree? Don't you feel better already?"


"Yes", I said, the overbearing truth of what she had said being
too strong to fight.


"I thought so. 3225 E 76th Street. Apartment 23A. Tonight, 9
PM. I'll have worked out and will be hungry, so bring me the Hunan
bean curd with mixed vegetables and an egg roll from the Empire
Hunan Palace on 81st street. I'll fill you in on some details
then."


~Subject: Courtney 2-Femdom/Humil
~From: an169860@anon.penet.fi


* * * * * * * *
Chapter 2


Courtney turned and left the room without looking back. If she
had she would have seen me still on my knees trying to put some
perspective on what had just happened. This dark young Goddess had
just used her piercing big brown eyes to see right through me,
right down to my well hidden submissive streak.


She had driven me to my knees, reduced me to a crawling animal
simply by offering me the thought of submissively kissing her regal
ass. Then, as I humbly crawled over and abjectly pleaded for the
right to press my lips against her butt, she withdrew, cruelly
denying me the fruits of my humiliation.


Then there were her instructions to meet her on 76th street at
8, bringing Chinese food, no less. I thought about it for a while.
I could just ignore and try to forget the whole thing. I tried to
get up off my knees but was stopped by the fact that my cock was
still rock hard, a full ten minutes after she had left. All she had
done was ask me if I wanted to kiss her ass, and my cock got so
hard it seemed like it would never go down. I realized I no longer
had a decision to make. I was delightfully overmatched. I would be
there at 8, Chinese food and all. This Goddess deserved it and was
more than worth it.


It was already after six, so I hurried home to take a shower
(cold) and to get ready. I dutifully stopped at the anointed
Chinese place and got her the Hunan bean curd and the egg roll as
ordered. I got to the building she mentioned at exactly the right
time and rang the bell for 23E. No one answered. Was she sending me
on a wild goose chase? I waited outside, wondering if I had been
had and should just leave. Finally, a half hour later, as I was
about to sulk home, I took a look east. She was walking towards me.
It was a sight that I will never forget. Her long black hair was
pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing nothing more that a
jogging bra on top. Her breasts were larger that I had imagined and
were very high, proud and round, covered my a thin film of glowing
perspiration. As promised, she had just come from working out. Her
perfectly flat mid section was exposed, showing the subtle muscular
effects of endless crunches. She wore rather flimsy red nylon
shorts. Her legs were incredibly smooth and enticing. Beautiful
firm thighs, thin knees and highly developed calves. It was obvious
that this was someone blessed with great genetics and determined to
make the most of them. She carried nothing except an Evian bottle,
her keys on a string around her neck.


I said nothing as she approached, in part because I didn't know
what to say, in part because the sight of her had caused my mouth
to go bone dry but mostly because I was more interested in hearing
what she had to say. Which, as it turned out, wasn't much.


She took the bag out of my hand and peered inside. "Damm! It got
cold, oh well, you can nuke it for me. Lets go."


She walked in front of me up the short flight of stairs to her
lobby. I could not take my eyes off her flimsy red shorts, cut so
that the slightest hints of her firm cheeks played themselves at
the bottom and with a slide slit that allowed a peek of just a few
more inches of her silky yet firm upper thighs. It was
overwhelming. I could not imagine what was to come next. As she
neared the top stair she suddenly turned to me and smiled.


"Excited about dinner?" she asked. And with that she turned
again and gave her butt a deliberate shake as she climbed the last
stair. I managed to remain silent.


She said nothing but hummed contentedly as we rode up in the
elevator, checking her mail. We entered her apartment silently. It
was a rather modest one bedroom, with a combination living
room/kitchen. Typical east side. The living room had been painted
unusual colors and there was a hand painted heavy metal type mural
on wall. She put the food in the microwave switched on MTV and
turned to me. I could tell that her eyes were on high beam and that
she was going to communicate with me at a very primal level.


My gut tightened.


"Steve, I want you to listen to me. I've been through this
before, and I know what I am talking about. Listen to me -- all you
have to do is follow your honest desires and I can fulfill your
greatest fantasies. If you want to fight against yourself then you
can leave right now and never know what I might have been able to
do for you. As you can see by looking at me, I am not your garden
variety type of girl. And that is only me at the surface. There is
more inside as you will see, much to experience if you can trust
your instincts. Are you okay with this so far?"


"Yes, go on." It seemed like the right thing to say. The bell on
the microwave went off.


"It has to cool for a few seconds" she said. "Let me show you
around my little abode here." She took my hand, and I almost gasped
at the mere touch of her hand. She smiled knowingly and took me
into the bedroom. There was one full size bed on the floor in the
corner. On the walls were various pictures of her from modeling
shoots, as well as her in various athletic pursuits including some
impressive collegiate gymnastic shots. There was a book case with
a number of Psychology books and a diploma from Brown. This gym
club goddess was also highly educated.


"I'm doing graduate work at Columbia now" she said. It unnerved
me the way she seemed to always know what I was thinking.


"Very impressive" I answered, my powers of speech slowly
returning.


We went back to the living room/kitchen. She took her dinner out
of the microwave and plopped down with a fork on the couch.


"So, the way I see it, Steve, and I am sure you will agree, is
that we have something to talk about. I know I have a lot to offer
you. Fortunately for you, you can do something for me, namely, get
me onto the pages of your magazine."


"Well"..I began to protest the way she so easily assumed that I
would jeopardize my job for her. Beautiful as she was, she was
still only about 5'6", a full 4-5 inches shorter than most of our
models. And, while her athletic body drove me wild, most of
designers still wanted the skinny waif type.


"Don't worry about it" she interrupted. Again, she mysteriously
knew what I was thinking. "Ohmigosh. I really had a great workout
today. 45 minutes of aerobics, the Stair Master, and then I worked
chest and back. I am pooped.


Come here, will you?"


I walked towards her, mesmerized by the way she glowed from her
workout.


"On your knees, silly! Do I look like the kind of person you
should approach standing up?" She crossed her legs seductively, her
nylon shorts creeping up another seductive inch. I got on my knees.
She picked at the bean curd.


"Be a dear and take off my Reeboks, will ya?" she said in
between bites "I have something to show you". I had not yet seen
her feet but the mere thought of them drove me wild. With mildly
shaking hands, I began to untie her sneakers. She continued to eat
and watch MTV. .I pulled off her right Reebok slowly, afraid that
if I made a sudden move the entire situation would suddenly
disappear and my dream would be over. Her right foot, as perfect as
the rest of her, slowly emerged from her workout sneaker. The scent
of her foot's perspiration temporarily overwhelmed me. She smiled,
put down her food and leaned forward. She took the sneaker from me
and held it in front of my nose.


"Breath deep, Steven. Enjoy"


She needn't have said anything. My body was reacting
involuntarily, my lungs compressed and expanding like a machine,
doing everything they could to get the enchanting odor of her damp
sneaker into my body as deeply as possible.


I vaguely knew that I was hyperventilating but could do nothing
to help myself. I had never known such a state.


Somewhere, I could hear her voice. It seemed to come from all
directions, yet I could hear every sound distinctly.


"This, my dear, is the smell of my sweaty Reeboks. You, seem,
ahem, to be enjoying it. There is plenty more where this comes
from. Hell, I work out 2 hours a day. I take it you are going to
behave yourself from now on?"


I was too busy trying to inhale every sweaty molecule out of her
sneaker to respond, but I heard her winning laugh.


"I'll take that silence as a Yes. By the way, I have two feet,
if you could just pull yourself away for a second." She pulled the
sneaker from my face and I dutifully repeated the same with the
second sneaker. The fresh sent of a newly released foot again drove
me to the highest level of ecstasy. She went back to her Chinese
vegetables.


"Peel the socks off, will ya?"


I fulfilled her order as best I could, gently peeling the warm
damp socks off each foot, trying not to gasp at the sight of her
perfect feminine feet. She stuck her legs out straight and looked
at them, seemingly unaware that they were about an inch away from
my frustrated nose.


"Wow! Look how sweaty I got. That aerobics was really hot
tonight. Its a good thing you're here. She lowered them to the
floor.


"Now, lick the sweat off my feet."


I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I looked up at her as
she contentedly poked around at her food.


"What are ya waiting for, Christmas?"


I held her right foot reverently and began to lick up and down
the arches.


It was exquisite. I could not believe what this woman was doing
to me, reducing me to a foot licking slave in a matter of minutes.


"Do the bottoms, too, they are really dirty and sweaty. You'll
love it!" she giggled for the first time.


I was busy licking every inch of her sweaty feet. The tops, the
bottoms, in between the toes. She was driving me to new levels of
spiritual pleasure, simply by having me clean her perspiring feet
with my tongue.


"Do me a favor, will ya? Go to the freezer and get an ice cube."


I didn't know why she would ask for such a thing, but I knew
that it was in my best interests to obey her. I got up, and
slightly woozy from my experience, did as she said. I returned to
her with the ice cube in my hand.


"Its not for me, its for you" she said. "Rub it on your tongue.
I like a cold tongue on my feet."


I did as she said, alternating licks between the ice and her
divine feet.


The ice cube numbed my tongue, but I knew better than to
complain, Besides, the delightful feel of her hot feet quickly
returned everything to perfection.


I later figured out that this went on for about a half hour, but
in my condition time was meaningless. At about 10 there was a knock
on her door and it opened slowly. I was embarrassed, and wondered
how I would disguise the fact that I had been on my knees servicing
her as I had. She knowingly put her hand on my head, effectively
communicating that there was no need to worry.


I looked up to see that a very pretty Asian woman had entered
the room. I noticed that she didn't seem overly shocked to see me
worshipfully kneeling before Courtney. She had beautiful straight
black hair down past her shoulders and perfect, clear skin. Her
body was trim and athletic. She was wearing a white Yale sweatshirt
and faded jeans. She was striking.


"Another one!" she laughed. "You find these guys like a magnet,
Court!"


"What can I say? Its a curse." Courtney answered as she got up,
putting down her food and suddenly ignoring me. The two women
hugged warmly, then they turned to me.


"Tina, this is Steve, he is the photo editor at Marvelle. I
guess you can say that we have developed a very good working
relationship already. He understands our relative positions."


Courtney looked down at me, looking pleased to display her
conquest. "Steve, this is Tina. Tina and I are, well, lets just say
that we are quite close."


END CHAPTER 2

Chapter 3


Courtney and Tina had hugged and kissed in a way that got me
wondering. Tina then backed away a few inches and suddenly stopped
smiling.


"But wait, I thought we talked about this, Court! You said you
were going to give up your ....your hobby, or whatever you call it.
Remember? You promised to leave these poor guys alone for awhile."
Tina made a dismissive wave at me, still down on my knees looking
up.


"I know, I know, but he is the photo editor at Marvelle, Tina,
do you know what that means? Do you know what I can do with him?
This could be my big break.. Pay off those tuition loans and
everything! And look at how cute he is. He is a little sweetie! You
should have seen him in his big fancy office. He actually crawled
on his hands and knees when I asked him if he wanted to kiss my
ass." She stopped and put her hand on Tina's forearm. "And then he
stopped right at my ass and asked permission! A perfect gentleman,
I tell ya!"


"Did you let him?" Tina's lips seemed to soften just a bit.


"Of course not! On the first date? No way!" They both laughed.


Tina stopped laughing and gave Courtney an 'I don't know' kind
of look.


Courtney turned to me and said "Lets show her, Steve, lets show
her what happened in your office, okay?" She was nodding
enthusiastically.


At first the thought of repeating that degrading episode in
front of this pretty young Asian woman made me shudder. Then
Courtney walked in front of me. Her red nylon gym shorts delicately
draped her Stairmaster toned young buns. Her upper thighs still
glowed with a thin film of perspiration from her workout, and a few
droplets of sweat arranged themselves in a curved line on a half
inch of visible left cheek.. I gasped audibly. Tina was shaking her
head, a knowing smile the only emotion on her finely detailed face.


Courtney walked a few feet a way and turned to face me. "Okay
Steve, be a good little boy and crawl over here. Show Tina just how
we did it in the office."


The sight of her soft damp buttocks still burned on my retinas,
I involuntarily began crawling towards them. She didn't move an
inch.


Suddenly I was reliving the office experience a second time. I
again stopped an inch from the red nylon paradise, transfixed.


"See, Tina, he wants to kiss my ass so badly but he just stops
an inch away because he know he doesn't have my permission. Now
*thats* obedience!"


Courtney took a step away. Supremely focused as I was, I leaned
forward in a misguided effort to maintain my proximity to the
vision in red before me. My legs refused to move, and I tumbled
forward. I would have landed on my face if it hadn't been for the
inspired hard on that I had developed. That is what broke my fall,
however painfully. I doubled up, on my side, writhing.


The two girls broke into absolute gales of laughter watching me
role on the floor.


"See what I mean!" Courtney said to Tina.


"Yeah, okay, that was cute" Tina agreed between giggles, seeming
to warm to me just a bit. "What kind of body does he have?"


"STRIP!" Courtney beamed down at me. I looked up, feelings
slowly returning to my groin. I visually cjecked out Tina, also.
Yes, she was incredibly sexy, but who was she to be treating me
like a lost puppy her friend had dragged home, wanting to 'inspect'
me.


"NOW, STEVE!"


I had not seen that look in Courtney's eyes before. There was no
nonsense, no trace of the mirth that she had been showing just
seconds before. This was all business. The entire episode flashed
before my eyes. The way this beautiful girl intoxicated me in my
office, without even laying a finger on me. The way she looked in
her gym suit, her luminous face, the scent of her Reeboks when she
pushed it in front of my nose. Just reliving it in my mind was a
real trip I began to unbutton my shirt.


"Good boy" Courtney said, her head nodding with approval at my
decision.


Neither woman said much as I began disrobing. They just gazed
intently, not giving any indication of what they were thinking.
When I was down to my boxers, I looked at Courtney, hoping that I
had done enough and could stop.


She merely motioned me to continue. I removed the boxers and my
engorged cock was finally free.


Both women giggled when they saw my throbbing hard on.
"Ohmigosh, no *wonder* you were rolling on the floor!" Tina walked
up to me, glancing up and down at my completely naked body, paying
increased attention to my now seemingly permanent erection. She
looked at me and said something most quizzical; "Parlez-vous
franc,ais?"


Those were the only three words I knew in French. I shook my
head no, wondering why my knowledge of foreign languages would be
relevant, undressed as I was before her.


She then turned to Courtney and, to my dismay, the two of them
began conversing in seemingly fluent French. The sudden knowledge
that these two intelligent women had the ability to fully converse
without me understanding a thing made my nakedness seem like only
a small part of my ever increasing vulnerability. They continued
talking. I assumed they were talking about me, but didn't have the
faintest clue as to what they were so casually discussing.


Finally, Tina said "Okay" in English and walked into the
bedroom. Courtney came up to me. I wanted to ask her what was going
on, but didn't want to risk displeasing her in any way.


She put her hand on my shoulder, sending pulses of pleasure
throughout my nervous system. "Steve, you wanna stay with me,
right? Think of all the fun we can have." I nodded affirmatively,
knowing that my audibly pounding heartbeat was giving my answer for
me.


Courtney continued, in full control as always. "Well, Tina and
I have been together for awhile, and she is sort of funny
sometimes. She likes you, but she is cautious and she wants to see
you give yourself to me fully, tonight.


I tried to summon up the breath to ask her what she meant.


"What I mean is that you have to declare tonight that you
irreversibly want to be my slave and will be completely obedient
and subservient to me, completely in my control for a long as I
want you to be. I know that is what you want, Steve. I know."


I looked at her and focused my mind on the word 'How?'


She looked at me and smiled. "Well, we have this little ceremony
we do. Its a little like getting married. You'll do this for me,
won't you Steve? For me?"


Tina walked back into the room, carrying to my shock, a video
camera.


Adrenaline being what it is, my power of speech returned "No,
Please!" I shouted, trying in vain to cover my nakedness.


I feared that Courtney was going to shout back at me, increasing
my dilemma.


Instead, she reached down for one of her still damp gym socks
and began using it to gently wipe away the sweat that had gathered
on my face.


"Steve, trust me, its the only way. Once we have you on tape you
won't have to worry yourself with any silly thoughts of ever
disobeying me. You'll know that I have the complete power to ruin
you. Don't you want that Steve?


Don't you want that closeness? Do you *want* to disobey me,
Steve?"


She dropped the sock she was using on my face and picked up the
other one, untainted by anything except the delicious perspiration
from her workout.


She held it over my nose and mouth.


"Breathe in, Hon, this should help you. Don't you want to be
here for me when I get home from my work out every day? Don't you
like me?"


The sheer intoxication of her presence, multiplied by her clever
assault on my sense of smell, coupled with the day's tumultuous
events began to prove to much. Feeling woozy, I slumped on the
couch, lying on my back, my cock still standing at attention like
an antenna.


I heard Tina's voice, camera in hand. "Well?"


Courtney leaned over my heaving, prostate body. "You're doing
the right thing, Steve, you're a doll."


She turned to Tina and said "He's ready. Go for it."


Tina gave out a victorious "Alright!", put down the camera and
took out a tube of lipstick. Rather than using it on my face,
however, she began writing on my chest. "What's your last name?
Date of Birth?"


I gave her the requisite information, still not understanding
her strange ways. I felt her writing something on my chest. Then,
my identification apparently completed, she moved up on the face
and began using the lipstick on me in a more conventional manner.
I heard Courtney laugh "I wanna do his eyes. He is mine, you know!"


"Take it easy" Tina said, not missing a stroke on my compliant
lips. "You want him to look good for the 'wedding' pictures, don't
you? There! Thats the look for him." She stood back, admiring her
handiwork.


"Okay, my turn. I want him to look hot for this. Hand me the
mascara."


I was aware that Courtney was applying some make up to me, but
her mere presence was the only high I felt. "Be still!" she
commanded every time I twitched. "There! What do you think, Tina?"


Tina laughed "Well, a little slutty for my taste, but, well,
he's your slave, so what do I care."


"Well. you only get enslaved once, he should be a little on the
wild side.


Okay, shoot!"


Tina came over me, camera whirling. I tried to look away but was
ordered by Courtney to smile. I obeyed. I looked down to see what
Tina had written on my chest. It said 'Steve Quintin, DOB 4/15/65'.
So I was properly identified for the camera. There was another line
beneath it that I was able to make out as "Worthless, wimpy male
slut slave". Somewhere in the back of my mind I could imagine the
position I was putting myself in, but I was beyond caring. Courtney
ordered me to wave and smile, and I automatically did as she said.


Courtney came back with a ruler for what she called the
'measurement'. She then held it next to my cock while Tina shot a
side view, a humiliating mug shot of my penis. There seemed no end
to my predicament.


"Steve, please lie down on the floor in front of me. On your
stomach." Courtney asked/ordered as she laced back on one Reebok.
I obeyed without even thinking, lying before her. She put her
sneaker clad foot on the side of my head, pressing it into the
ground. Tina came around with the camera, asking me to "Smile so
they can see my nice eye makeup and lipstick."


Courtney began speaking in her authoritarian tone. "Tell the
camera that you are a worthless slave, Steve". I was unable.


She ground her sneaker in a bit, pressing my face against the
cold floor.


"Listen, silly, its over, get it? We already have you naked,
wearing lipstick and eye makeup with your name and condition
scrawled against your chest. We know where you work and who you
work with, its over already, don't be a fool and stop now, get
ruined for nothing. Besides, I thought you *wanted* to be my slave.
Don't you like me?" She ground her foot in a bit more, punctuating
her impeccable logic.


"Yes, I do" I blurted. Tina turned on the camera.


"What do you want, Steve?"


"I want to be your slave. I want to worship and serve you and
obey."


"And what are you? Careful now!"


"I am an inferior worthless male slut wimp."


"Got it! Good one!" Tina stood up.


"Smart man" Courtney said, removing her sneaker as I lay there
motionless.


Tina made sure that she got a closeup of the imprint that the
Reebok had left on my face. The two triumphant women began
conversing in French again, leaving me in the dark, but they began
looking at my face and I imagined that they were critiquing the
makeup job they had done.


Finally, Courtney knelt down beside me and gave me the low down.
Putting a hand on my shoulder, she said "Guess what, my new
property! We are going out to celebrate our new arrangement
tomorrow! Girls night out! All three of us! Isn't that great? We
can't wait to show everybody your pretty eye makeup and lipstick,
but you probably need some new clothes, so meet us tomorrow outside
the Victoria's Secret place on Madison and 67th tomorrow at 2. Got
that hon? Now, you have to go, Tina and I have some celebrating of
our own to do. Congratulations, my little property!


Chapter 4


I had asked Courtney if I could use the bathroom to remove the
makeup that she and Tina had so artfully applied to my face, but
she just laughed and motioned me out the door. So I was on the
streets of the upper east side with my head down, trying to rub off
the lipstick and mascara with a small tissue. I was too terrified
to look up, fearing that I might see someone I knew only blocks
from my own apartment. I bent down and managed to get a look at my
face in the side view mirror of a parked Toyota. I saw that I had
rubbed the eye makeup into sad looking dark rings around my eyes,
and some of Courtney's more detailed work was still plainly
visible. The lipstick proved more stubborn, making my mouth look
like a crying clown's. As I neared my apartment I silently prayed
that Fred the talkative doorman would somehow be off duty. No such
luck, I thought as I saw his familiar form perched at the doorway.
I took a deep breath and tried to get past him as quickly as
possible, grunting a terse 'Hello".


"Evening Mr. Quintin. Hey, Knicks don't look like they're going
anywhere this year. Lost to Orlando tonight. Shaq made Ewing look
real bad. Think he's lost it?"


All I could think about was the soap in my bathroom that would
make me into a man again. The last thing on my mind was the
relative performance of some highly paid athletes. I just gave him
an arms up shrug as I went past, saying "Looks bad" as I moved
hurriedly to the relative security of the elevator. I had my dreams
of safety shattered as the door opened and Jennifer, the investment
banker from my floor, was staring me right in my highly decorated
face. I could feel it turning red, which probably hid some of the
lipstick but accentuated the mascara.


"Hiya, Steve" her initial tone showed no outward sign of
anything unusual, but her eyes seemed glued to my face and her
mouth hung open as I grimaced silently and anxiously pushed past
her. I heard her verbally stumble on another phrase that never made
it fully out. Mercifully, I felt her gaze finally leave my
beautified face. The doors closed and I was finally safe and alone.
My reflection spoke to me from the mirrored wall of the elevator.


I had been transformed into a pathetic girlish clown. I got to
my apartment, took off all my clothes and attacked the shower with
a passion. I ran the bar of soap over my chest. The words
"Worthless, wimpy male slut slave" were still there. I wondered if
I could ever really get them off. I still felt helpless and I was
beginning to feel scared.


The next day was Saturday, and my instructions were to meet
Courtney at Victoria's Secret at 2. I put on my cowboy boots and
leather jacket, what my ex girlfriend had called my "Marlboro Man"
outfit. I guess I felt as if my masculinity needed a running start
when attempting to deal with Courtney.


I got there at 2, the two girls showed up at 2:15. Tina looked
at my macho outfit and laughed "Hey, big guy, didn't recognize you
without your eye liner on."


Courtney had a different reaction. She looked me over for a
second, then turned to her friend "This isn't going to do at all.
We are going to have to take him home and get him ready. He can't
go shopping dressed up like Clint Eastwood. Taxi!" A beat up yellow
cab pulled up.


They were mercifully silent in the cab, and I felt good about
leaving the rest of the world behind as we entered Courtney's
lobby. I didn't know what they had planned for me, but I knew that
all control was slipping away from me and that I needed to regain
some of it fast. I took off my leather jacket and dropped it across
a chair as soon as we entered the apartment. Courtney told me to
take the rest of my clothes off. The thought of me being naked in
mid afternoon in front of the two fully clothed women brought out
a small bit of masculine pride that had somehow withstood
yesterday's attack. I told her no.


"Oh boy" Tina spoke first "I knew it, Court. He's not worth it.
He's too stupid."


I didn't like being called stupid and was working on the courage
to confront the smirking Asian woman when Courtney suddenly
captured all of my attention with one of her most hypnotic stares
yet. Her beautiful dark eyes seemed focused about three inches
inside my skull, as if reading the lines on my cerebellum. Her look
was one of severe anger and disappointment and I thought for a
brief second that she was on the verge of tears. She then smacked
me across the face with surprising strength. It stung like hell.


"She's absolutely right" Courtney began in carefully moderated
tones, her crisp clear voice seeming to bypass my ears and go
directly into my brain. I was trembling. "I'll give you the benefit
of the doubt because I know this is new to you, but you really are
acting like a big jerk right now. And I don't like jerks at all."
She walked over and switched on the VCR, the TV already on with the
quotidian MTV. In a few seconds, Sheryl Crow gave way to a shaking,
poorly lit scene of a naked man, seeming like a low level porno.


He seemed woozy, pitiful. There was something written on his
chest. It was clearly me. I had a sickening urge to vomit. Then the
sight of my major league hard-on being measured ever so carefully
filled up the screen. The first few seconds of Courtney casually
stepping on my head came on and I dreaded the thought of having to
hear my upcoming confession. Suddenly, to my everlasting relief,
Sheryl Crow was back on singing "All I Wanna Do" Tina put down the
remote control. "That was gross. I want some music." Courtney took
me by the arm and led me in to the bedroom. I noticed I was
following her obediently. She closed the door behind us.


"It's not as if I'm going to take this tape and send it to
everybody at your work, but I could if I wanted to. I also know
this guy who has an hour a week on a public access cable channel.
He would love to play it, and then you would never know who the
hell saw it or how many copies there were. Speaking of which..."
she took the cassette out of the machine and tossed it to me.


"You can have this copy." I felt utterly powerless. "I guess you
could sue him if he aired it. That would get you really big
exposure. Maybe even Hard Copy. Or, you could just get used to
having to trust me."


"The fact is that, at my will I could effortlessly crush you
like an insect.


Your will means nothing. Doesn't that tell you something? And
please stop me if I say something that isn't true." I was silent,
scared to utter a sound. She put her hand on my arm and the tactile
feel of her skin made me tighten imperceptibly. "I didn't threaten
you into making that tape, I didn't put a gun to your head. I
didn't trick you. I simply overwhelmed you, Steve. I spoke to you,
touched you, I stuck my sweaty sneaker in your face and you
starting squirming like a happy puppy. Do you want to try it on me?
Do you think in a million years that you could make me volunteer to
make a tape like that? I don't think so. I pleasured you into your
act of surrender and I'm afraid there is no going back. If you
can't see that you are overmatched from your perspective I can
assure you that I can see it from mine. Now take off your clothes."


I realized that I hadn't said a word in about ten minutes. The
building could have burned down in that time and I wouldn't have
known it, so riveting was the delivery of her all too logical
soliloquy. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I knew that
it was in my best interest to obey her. In a few minutes I was
naked before her glare, erection and all.


"Get down on your hands and knees. You embarrassed me in front
of my friend.


I am going to ride you out of here like a horse so she can see
that...that the natural order of things has been blissfully
reestablished."


She was wearing the same jeans that had first driven me wild in
my office.


The feel of her firm thighs on my sides and her full weight on
my back caused me to scream out in excitement. She laughed. "You
even sound like a horse. What I can't figure out is why you would
even think of not obeying me. Now get going out that door."


She made me open the door with my head. Tina looked up long
enough from her MTV just long enough to say "Hurry up with him.
You've wasted enough time already." The fact that her victorious
roommate was riding me naked like I was her horse seemed not to
impress her. Courtney directed me into the bathroom. She got off me
and picked up a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor. "Okay,
you can keep your pubics for a little while, but everything on the
arms and legs has to go now."


Shaving my legs was not something that I wanted to do, but the
lessons of her bedroom speech were not lost on me. Under her
watchful eye, I began to carefully shave all of the hair from my
legs. When she saw that I was now fully complying with her wishes,
she left the bathroom, but not before telling me that I should get
everything right up to the top of my thighs, all of the arms and
anything on my chest. Torn between my strong desire to please this
powerful goddess and the desire so save some measure of my
masculine pride, I shaved myself bare.


She returned a few minutes later with a hand held device that I
had never seen before. "Its an Epilady" she said. I soon found out,
painfully, that women use an Epilady to literally pull out stubborn
leg hairs that don't shave well. "For maximum smoothness" she
informed me. She used it to hunt for any surviving hairs before
stepping back. "Take a quick shower, and use the skin softener."
She left for a moment, but came back to watch me dry.


She brought what appeared to be a black corduroy skirt, one that
I had not yet seen her wear.


"See if this fits."


At this point it was like an out of body experience, like I was
watching a movie. I pulled the skirt up around my hips. It had an
elastic waistband, and, while snug all around, was wearable.


"Your legs look good!" She smiled approvingly. "We don't have
any underwear for you yet, so you are going to have to go shopping
like that. You might, um, dangle a little bit. Do you know how to
cross your legs so you can provide some measure of cover when you
sit?"


Tina came in with the dreaded make up kit that I expected. They
made me sit on the toilet under a bright light while they slowly
but carefully made me up. Tina did my eyes this time, since that
honor had gone to Courtney last night. Courtney kept saying that
Tina was making me look like a 9th avenue whore. "Well, if he
learns to behave himself maybe we will move him up to 6th Avenue
next time" Tina responded through pursed lips. After about 15
minutes of having to sit still and look at nothing but Tina's
driven face, Courtney came on to do something called foundation and
blush. Then came the lipstick. I was nothing but a canvas, it
seemed. Finally, Courtney stood up. "There! Not perfect, but it
will do. I wish you didn't use so much eye makeup, T."


She told me to stand up and look at myself in the mirror. I
couldn't believe it. They had created the illusion of cheekbones
and given me real female color. My lips were full and a bright red.
And yes, my eyes looked sort of slutty. It was actually sort of
interesting. Then Courtney came in with a wig saying "I Can't
wait!" She put the wig carefully on my head. I looked at the
mirror. I wasn't nearly as pretty as Tina or Courtney, but I was a
woman.


"Okay, lets put a T shirt, and the Wonder Bra on her, get those
boots and we're outta here." Tina seemed unusually excited.


The allowed me my leather jacket and we left. The cold November
air crawled under my short skirt and was bracing against my naked
exposed balls.


Climbing into the taxi also took some doing, and at one point
the skirt came completely up and I was totally exposed. I don't
know if the driver noticed but he seemed to be staring at me alot
in the rearview mirror. All too soon, we were back at the
Victoria's Secret. I managed to get out of the cab without
entertaining all of Madison Avenue and the three 'girls' walked
inside. We were surrounded by soft silky lingerie on all sides. A
saleswoman approached us, a young girl in her late teens. She had
soft blonde hair pulled back and nice blue eyes, which seemed to be
paying me undue attention. I felt myself blushing as my dangling
penis began to stiffen in the warm store.


Courtney saw fit to introduce me to the girl. "We are from the
UN. This is Dratya. She is from Bosnia, a refugee. She doesn't
speak English yet, so we are helping her, getting her some nice
clothes. She didn't bring much, and none of it was very sexy."


Tina piped in "Yes, she will be so pretty when she learns more
about makeup and fashion. We want to get her something really
sexy."


"Oh, this is so cool!" the young girl said. She didn't seem
overly bright, and I really didn't know if she bought the story or
not. But then she held out her hand and said slowly and loudly
"Dratya...I...am...Joellen...Welcome...to...America." I took her
hand. I could feel Tina suppressing some serious laughter.


Joellen, ever helpful, got some silky bras, panties, pantyhose
and something that might pass for a dress but was so flimsy that it
seemed more like a slip. She handed me the entire collection and
started leading me by the hand. "Dressing...rooms" She pointed at
me and mimicked undressing. "You...change...here."


I went into my booth and pulled the curtain shut. I could hear
real women changing in adjoining booths. I looked at the clothes.
Now I was a female Bosnian with bad eye makeup. I looked at the
clothes and tried to figure out an alternative to putting them on.
There was none. I took my boots off and slipped the pantyhose over
my legs. I noticed that Joellen picked out the deluxe version with
extra frilly lace on the backside. The seemed extremely silky and
soft against my balls, embarrassingly feminine but better than
nothing at all. I put the bra on next, trying to avoid looking at
the full length mirror next to me. Then came the dress that I still
thought was a slip. I still felt naked even with it on. It had a
flimsy pleated little skirt section and thin strips over my
shoulders. Finally I was done, somewhat completely clothed in
Joellen's personal selection. Wanting to get the whole thing over
with, I took a deep breath and stepped outside, hoping that we
could finish the whole thing quickly and quietly.


Tina was the first to break into loud applause. The entire store
stopped and looked at me. I was wearing nothing but silk and felt
less than naked.


Joellen seemed very proud of her handiwork, so much so that she
brought her boss over to see me. Her boss, a very well groomed
freckled redhead in her early 30's looked me over carefully and
smiled with a look that might have contained enough sarcasm to
indicate that she was on to the whole charade, but enjoying my
predicament nonetheless. "Oh, she is beautiful." The boss said, and
directed a knowing, approving smile to Tina and Courtney.


"She's from Bosnia!" Joellen volunteered. Everyone looked at me
and laughed.


After some minor discussion about the best way to make up my
eyes, Courtney paid the bill and we were gone. I was 'so excited
about my new outfit' that I was going to wear it home according to
Courtney.


The cab ride on the way home was filled with absolute waves of
female laughter. I was still too embarrassed to speak in front of
the driver, who seemed to appreciate my new fashions.


Something magical happened as we crossed 2nd Avenue. Courtney
hugged me. My penis strained against my delicate lace panties. "You
were great", she said.


Tina looked at me. "Yeah, that was fun." She said.


So, there I sat in the back of a cab, a sexy, lace clad female
refugee from Bosnia, being accepted by two beautiful women, one of
whom could crush me at will if I disobeyed her.



Chapt 5


As time went on, Courtney used her natural power over me to drive me
deeper and deeper into servitude to her. Slowly and methodically she came
to control all aspects of my life, even making the job decisions which of
course landed her on the pages of my magazine. She got a surprisingly
great reception from readers and advertisers despite the fact that she was
about 4 inches shorter than the average model. Soon modeling offers were
pouring in for her, boosting her income considerably and giving her an
even more convincing air of superiority.


She still allowed me to serve as her slave. She enjoyed dressing me in a
maids outfit and have me clean her apartment. Sometimes she would stay
home and watch me and sometimes she would leave to work out while I
cleaned. In either case she enjoyed doing an inspection tour when I
finished. When she snapped her fingers I was to crawl over to her on my
hands and knees and she would get on my back and ride me around the
apartment to inspect my work, pulling my hair in the direction she wished
to go. If she found any dust she would push my face in it and then she
would dismount me and kick me several times in the ribs. I was then
allowed to apologize to her for forcing her to discipline me in that
fashion. If I cleaned to her satisfaction she would take off her Reeboks
and allow me to lick the sweat off her feet, which we both knew was a
special treat for me, especially after her workouts.


It seemed that Courtney was enjoying my servitude more and more. I could
tell by the smile on her face when I begged her to allow me to do her
laundry or to cook for her or to be allowed to take her shopping (my
credit card, of course) or other acts of servitude that pleased me
greatly. Tina seemed to take notice of this increasing strength in our
relationship and hints of resentment seemed to crop up.


Tina enjoyed public displays of humiliation towards me. She enjoyed our
all to frequent 'Girls Night Out' in which the two girls would dress me up
in one of several feminine outfits that they had made me purchase and then
spend hours applying makeup and a wig to get just the look they wanted.
Sometimes they made me up as a demure professional type and sometimes as a
slut. In either event Tina very much enjoyed my humiliation when they
would take me to a dance club made up as a woman. Tina and Courtney would
invariably attract the best looking guys at the club who they would then
convince to dance with their mute Bosnian friend -- me. They never
allowed me to wear underwear and picked out short skirts that barely
covered my balls. This made me incredibly self conscious as I could feel
my balls sway against the silky short outfits while being forced to dance
with the stud of the night. As I would look over at the two girls I could
see them squealing with delight, especially Tina.


On one Friday night Tina was suggesting a 'super slut' night which meant
they would make me up to look like a cheap hooker and take me out
dancing. This would have been the third night in a row. Courtney
considered Tina's suggestion but also came over and looked me hard
straight in the eyes. I always found her stare mesmerizing and I quickly
got lost in her beautiful brown eyes.


"He doesn't want to, lets give him the night off" Courtney told Tina after
reading my mind.


"Well, who cares what he wants? Since when does shitface have a say in
this? He's just a slave, remember?"


"Yes, but he is my slave, not yours. I own him and he doesn't want to do
it and I don't feel like making him tonight. Maybe tomorrow, Tina."


"Oh, HE doesn't want to. Excuse me. I can't do what I want because of
your precious little servant here."


Courtney just sighed, obviously deciding to ignore further protestations
from Tina. But Tina was steamed. She walked over to me and pressed down
on my shoulders. I instinctively got down on my knees and looked up at
her. She looked radiant in her rage, her smooth skin glowing and her
delicate Asian features combining to communicate a mysterious sense of
power behind her beauty.


"You spoiled my fun, dickhead, I oughta piss on your lowly face."


"Tina!" Courtney suddenly exclaimed "That is really gross. No."


"Tough, Courtney, I feel like pissing on his face and I will."


"No you won't." Courtney got up, obviously annoyed now and came over to
me, beaming one of her strongest stares directly into my brain. "Steve,
you have my permission to say no to Tina if she wants to piss on you. Its
okay. You can say no and refuse."


"And what good is that going to do him?" Tina asked. "Like I need his
permission?"


"Yeah, you do. And he won't give it to you so you can't piss on him."


"Right. But after I beat the crap out of him he'll beg me to piss on his
face."


"Oh I forgot. Ms. Bruce Lee here thinks she is really tough. Oh come on,
Tina, like that Kung Fu shit your grandfather taught you is going to work
against him. He's twice your size."


"It would totally work" Tina said getting up. It was obvious that she was
getting really worked up now.


Courtney also seemed intrigued.


"Okay, Tina, here's the evening activity, tough girl. Lets take him out
to the courtyard behind the building. I will give him permission to fight
back and block your blows and wrestle you down but NOT to hurt you"
Courtney emphasized the instructions about not hurting her. I must admit
that the opportunity to wrestle Tina into submission would be a very
appealing payback for all the delight she had taken in my humiliation.
Perhaps she would learn her place a bit more. Okay, so if she learned
some martial arts skills as a child I would have to be careful as I
approached but eventually I could get my arms around her slender athletic
body and push her to the ground and be declared the victor, pleasing my
owner Courtney in the process.


"Well, maybe we are going to have a fun evening after all. I am going to
kick this jerk's ass AND get to piss on him after he is defeated. Not
bad." Tina said smugly as she stood up and began some very impressive
stretches. One of them was a slow but well controlled kick of her left
leg to approximate the level of my mouth. This obviously got my attention
and I made a note to be extra careful.


"Okay! Lets get ready to rumble!" Courtney said as she opened the door for
us to go down to the secluded courtyard behind her building. She was
obviously enjoying the prospect of her slave and her lover tangling for
her favor. We got downstairs and Courtney assumed the role of referee.


"Okay, Steve. You just subdue her and beat her but don't hurt her. No
marks, Okay. And Tina, you just, have fun, if you can. Okay---Go!"


Tina turned sideways into an impressive looking fighting stance but
Courtney interrupted almost immediately.


"Wait! We didn't talk about the prize! How about some motivation here,
fighters!! " Courtney was obviously enjoying herself now.


"The winner...gets to eat little old me!"


Tina laughed and said "Sure!. Great idea. Looking forward to it."


I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Courtney had allowed me to lick
her feet and sometimes when she wanted to put me deep into her power she
allowed me to smell her ass. Either event was extremely powerful and
pleasurable to me, and I could barely conceive of what it would be like to
eat her divine pussy.


As always, she was able to read my mind. "I need to show him" she said to
Tina as she guided my head down to her crotch. "Just inhale" she ordered.


The experience was amazing as I placed my nose next to Courtney's crotch
and took in her powerful scent. Every muscle in my body tightened and
wished to grab her and rip her shorts off and just lick her magical pussy
directly but I knew better, I knew that she was more powerful than I. But
I also knew that she would allow me this great honor after I defeated my
tormentor, her Asian lover Tina.


Courtney grabbed my hair and pulled me away from her crotch, raising me up
to my feet. "Okay, down boy!" she laughed. She then turned to Tina and
said "Okay, my boy here is now fueled and motivated and ready to go, T.
You had best get ready to defend yourself."


Tina just smiled confidently and dropped back into her fighting stance.
Her fine muscles tightened while a confident smile on her face suddenly
changed into an extremely focused look of determination that suddenly had
me just a bit intimidated. As she looked at me I suddenly felt more like
a target than an opponent.




Chapt 6


Tina looked at me and her face suddenly switched from one of
determination and focus to one of amusement.


"Ya know something, Stevie, I'm really looking forward to this. I
think I am really going to enjoy myself. How about you?"


At this point I was too confused to answer her taunts. She then
switched back to her Bruce Lee look and started circling around me
slowly. I knew that I needed to respect her ability and that she
might get off a stunning blow or two that I would just have to
absorb on my way in. I knew that if I could just get her in my grasp
I would be able to force her to the ground and hold her down until
she submitted. Courtney would take pride in my triumph and
allow me an incredible privilege, worshipping her pussy, something
in the past I had only dared to dream about.


I put up my arms to be ready to block any incoming blows and as I
did I heard Tina snicker. I ignored her, focusing on my strategy of
waiting for her to attack and then using that opportunity to move
in. We continued to circle a few more seconds and then suddenly
she did come in with a punch, sort of a left hook towards the side of
my head. I raised my right arm to block it, successfully. Suddenly I
saw Tina turn slightly and I suddenly felt something -- it turned out
to be her foot -- gently nudge me right in the balls. It didn't hurt but
it made me feel extremely vulnerable. She was incredibly fast.


Off to the side I could hear Courtney gasp and I could only imagine
what it must have looked like to see Tina's foot speed towards my
completely unprotected balls and then suddenly stop with extreme
control at the very last second.


"I could have crushed his balls right there, Court. If this was a real
fight it would have been over already, but I haven't had enough fun
yet."


At this point I realized that I had to be really careful, not knowing if
Tina would be so kind as to stop next time or go all the way right
through me. I tried to keep an eye on her feet as well as her hands,
spreading my concentration really thin. Suddenly Tina came in
with the left hook again and I again I managed to block it but at the
same time I used my left hand to protect my groin. Sure enough I
could see her leg come up but this time it went right past my balls,
all the way up to my unprotected solar plexus where her foot hit
with full impact. With the wind immediately knocked out of me I
staggered back, my legs gave out and I tumbled flat on my back.
Tina quickly came over to me and with a loud karate yell launched
a downward punch that stopped just short of hitting me in the
throat. I struggled to regain my breath, sensing the danger I was in
but was having difficulty. Tina then did a stomp to my face, the
bottom of her sneaker just touching my nose as I lay there gasping,
unable to defend myself against her simulated finishing blows. She
was launching another stomp towards my completely vulnerable
crotch when Courtney suddenly interceded.


"Wait, wait, no fair! You got one lucky kick in. You have to let him
recover. He's not done yet. Give me a few seconds to talk to him."


"Oh go ahead," Tina consented. "Like it will really make a
difference. I'm just pissed that he can't put up any fight at all. I
didn't even break a sweat and he is such a shitty fighter that I have
to be really careful that I don't kill him or something by accident."


Courtney helped me up to my knees. "Wow. She is really
something. I think we're in trouble here. What can I do?" She
pondered for only a second.


She suddenly took my head and brought it again to her divine
crotch. I was still short of breath but now every little breath I took
was of her personal scent, the most powerful aroma imaginable. It
was as if all her magnificence emanated from this once source, and
it was the most concentrated source of pleasure in the universe.
And I was inches away, close enough to smell it.


"Whats that?" I heard Tina ask with a giggle. "Smelling salts or
something?"


"You just wait!" Courtney fired back, enjoying herself, "My boy here
is going to come back with renewed vigor. I'm just 'refueling' him
here for a second. To show him WHAT HE IS NEVER GOING TO
GET AGAIN UNLESS HE STARTS DOING BETTER." The message
was obviously meant for me, to increase my motivation.


"Okay, champ, get up and go get her!" Courtney squealed at me,
unable to conceal the enjoyment she was getting from witnessing
this contest. She then gently pushed me in the direction of the
already waiting Tina.


"Come on, Mr. Tyson, lets go" Tina said as we squared off again.
Now I had a double motivation -- to please Courtney and get her
unbelievable reward but also to finish the contest without getting
really hurt. As it was my chest still pounded from Tina's last kick.


I waited for Tina to make her move again. She attempted a straight
punch to my chest but I was able to deflect it and grab ahold of her
wrist. I then yanked her towards me and was able to spin her
around so that her back was now to me and I was able to get my
other arm around her waist. I could feel her taunt back muscles
pull tight against my chest as I finally succeeded in getting my arms
around her. Now it would be a matter of just holding on until she
submitted.


Tina had other plans.


"Oh, no! The big strong man has grabbed lil ole me!" she mocked.
"Just what will I do? How about this?"


She suddenly stomped down hard, scraping the inside of my right shin
and really crushing my instep. The pain was searing.


"Wow, I bet that hurts." She continued to mock as my grip around
her loosened just enough for her to launch an elbow backwards that
hit me square in the mouth. It made me let go of her and I
backed up, a small tree preventing me from going down a second
time.


Tina came towards me and suddenly spun in a fury. I could see her
right leg go up but I lost track of where it was going because it went
so fast. Suddenly I heard a whoosh followed by a loud crack as her
foot connected with a branch of the tree only inches from my ear. I
instinctively turned away from the sound of the crack. I could hear
Courtney exclaim "Oh my!. THAT was awesome."


Tina stepped back and I turned to look back at the branch. Tina's
kick had nearly severed a branch three inches thick from the rest of
the tree. It was left hanging only by a few threads of bark.


"You know, of course, that I could have done that to his face if I
wanted to" Tina started bragging to Courtney. The problem was
that I knew she was right. I never saw the kick coming in and never
made an effort to block or evade it. With her ability and speed she
could have hit my face with the same impact that destroyed a thick
branch of the tree. I shivered as I again looked at the twisted
wreckage of the branch and imagined the bloody pulp that my
unprotected face would have become. I was in trouble.


Tina stepped back and once again dropped into her fighting stance,
a sight that by now terrified me. I considered just giving up but I
knew that Courtney would never forget it, and I also remembered
Tina's threat to piss on my face after she defeated me. Seeing no
way out I decided to launch one last all out effort to grab and
immobilize Tina, hopefully ending my nightmare. I moved towards
her, this time assuming the offensive. I faked a punch with my left
which she easily deflected and then lunged at her, hoping to grab
her around the neck.


She somehow grabbed my wrist and in a spinning motion began
bending my arm back in a way that it just wasn't supposed to bend.
It forced me to go off balance to stop it from breaking and she was
able to push me to the ground without releasing her death grip on
my right arm. We wound up on the ground with her on top, still
holding my arm. It felt like it was about to be broken in several
places and I had no leverage whatsoever to stop her. I could do
nothing but wince.


"Not much better at wrestling, are you, shithead?" I did nothing but
contort in pain.


"Did you hear me? When I speak to you I expect an answer. Isn't
your name 'shithead'? I think it is. Are you telling me I'm wrong?"
She tightened her vise like grip on my arm with the last words, and
I could visualize the bones straining and the tendons about to give.


"Yes, ...Shithead..., yes, ...thats my name" I managed to gasp out
between winces.


She could sense my defeated spirit. "Well, shithead, fun time is
over. Its time for me to piss on your face." She stopped a second to
see my reaction, but there was none I could muster in my state. She
tightened her grip still further. I expected my arm to break any
second now.


She moved closer, "Let me explain, shithead, I could shatter your arm
right
now, no problem. And what are you going to do about it? Maybe go to the
police? Tell them some girl kicked your ass? And what are you
going to do when I bring out the videotape and show the cops what
a sick pervert you are. 'Hey, officer, this sicko got in my face so I
defended myself'. Can you just imagine what a good laugh they
will have looking at the video of you in your pathetic naked state
proclaiming what a wimp you are? And now some girl broke your
arm?? What a joke."


Her logic was so strong it frightened me as much as her grip on my
paralyzed arm. But she wasn't done yet.


"As a matter of fact, what are you going to tell the hospital? You
better make up a good one to explain the way your arm is gonna
be." With that she suddenly relaxed her grip, letting my now numb
arm free to dangle. I started to get up but she launched a swift kick
to the side of my head that landed me flat on my back again. She
kneeled over me.


"I need to piss and I am going to do it on your face. Its that simple.
You know damm well that I can break your arm or any other limb I
wish. You couldn't even defend yourself when you were fresh and
now you can't even move."


I was terrified. I managed to look over at Courtney who was taking
in the entire scene completely wide eyed, obviously charged by the
whole scene.


"Hey, don't look at me! What am I supposed to do? She kicked
your ass. I think you better do what she says. You better let her piss
on your face."


I looked up at the smug, pleased expression on Tina who had taking
delight in tormenting me for months. I was determined somehow
to prevent her final victory over me. I tried to struggle to my feet.
For some reason Tina stepped back, allowing my progress to
continue. Finally, I got up and was able to look her in the face. She
faked a punch and I simply recoiled in terror. She laughed as she
stepped behind me and applied a choke hold around my neck. Her
forearm was pressing directly against my windpipe and I just
couldn't breathe at all. My arms flailed weakly as she began to spin
me around like I was her defeated prey. I desperately wanted to
breathe.


"He looks good in blue, doesn't he Court?" Tina spun me around
and dragged me over so that Courtney could get a good look at my
helpless state.


Everything was getting dimmer and dizzier. Even though Courtney
was only a few feet away from me I could barely make her out but I
could hear her.


"Um...he really is turning blue, T. Let him go, please, you win, okay,
you win, let him go, T, please? You can piss on his face. Its okay."


I could hear the fright in Courtney's voice. Tina grabbed my shirt with
one
hand and threw me down with the other. But she held onto my shirt so that
it
ripped off as I went down. I hit the ground bare chested and I lay
motionless,
thankful that Tina hadn't choked me into unconsciousness.


Courtney bounded up towards the victorious Tina and threw her
arms around her. As I looked up I could see her raise Tina's arm in
triumph. Tina put her foot on my chest and I knew better than to
protest.


"That was just so awesome, Tina. What a turn on the way you
overpowered him. It was so effortless. And look at him! What a
mess! Oh, Tina, that was such a turn on, you can eat me whenever
you want but first I wanna eat you, the champ! Okay? And right
now, Tina, I have to do it right now, please? You were just so
awesome!"


"Sure," Tina was only too happen to agree. "But first..." she giggled,
"I really do have to piss first and I want to do it on his face."


"Oh, please, T, there's plenty of time for that. I gotta have you now,
please? You can piss on his face all you want after I service
the new champ, okay?"


I lay on the ground, simply thankful that my conqueror was about to
complete her victory over me and that my pain would soon be over.


END CHAPT 6



Chapter 7


I had never seen Courtney so worked up. She was practically ripping
Tina's pants off in an effort to have at her. Seeing Courtney's
excitement, Tina was equally anxious to get started but also had more
practical matters in mind.


"Right here, Court? Where?"


Courtney surveyed the courtyard quickly. It wasn't used for a whole lot
anymore besides some weekend gardening and it was basically a mess. There
was clearly no suitable clean place for them to enjoy the intimacy they
were planning. She looked down at me, still on the ground gasping and
trying to recover from the beating Tina had administered to me.


"Him" she said in a businesslike fashion while pointing down at me.
"We'll use Steve as a bench. Get up on your hands and knees, Steve. You
can sit on his back, T, okay? Its the best we can do. Lets get
started."


Tina looked down at me and made a face of mild disgust. "He's a mess,
too! Look at him, he's all sweaty and covered with dirt. He spent alot
of the time on the ground during our little 'work out'.


Courtney was determined to proceed and was not to be dissuaded. She
looked around and spotted a garden hose. She walked over and turned the
knob. The hose sputtered and coughed a few times and then a steady stream
of water came pouring out.


"Steve, come here, quickly."


Courtney's power over me was such that I still could not fail to do what
she said, particularly when it was an order to come towards her. I slowly
got to my feet and stumbled towards her.


"This will probably wake you up" she said as she readied the hose.


"Make him strip his pants off first" Tina suggested, her gleeful tone
indicating that her interest in my torment had not waned with her victory.
"I don't want to touch his soggy clothes. I already ripped his shirt
off for you. Besides, I think it would do him good to have that cold
water hit his balls."


"Do as she says, NOW, Steve" ordered Courtney in the strongest possible
terms. It was obvious that she was no longer thinking of my welfare in
any way, obsessed as she was with her desire to service the victor in the
battle she had just witnessed. I removed my shoes, my pants and my
underwear and stood completely naked in the courtyard while she readied
the hose, smiling. I could hear her laugh as she aimed at my chest and
began hosing me down.


"Wait, let me help with this 'de-lousing'" Tina said as she started
fighting with Courtney for the hose.


"Leave me alone, this is fun! I thought of it first!" Courtney protested
as she sprayed the cold water all over me.


Tina managed to get the hose. "I heard that it gets even smaller when it
is cold" she said, her focus on my crotch leaving no doubt as to what she
was referring to.


"Lets see" she said as she let the water hit me full force in the balls.
I instinctively covered myself. Both girls jumped.


"Hey, no cheating!" Courtney squealed. "Take your hands away or I won't
let you smell my sweaty feet for a week and the champ over here will go
kick your butt halfway to Canada."


I dropped my hands, giving Tina an open shot at my balls with the cold
water. She took full advantage of it.


"See, it shrinks with water! I bet I could make it disappear entirely"
she laughed.


"You are too much" Courtney managed to get out between gales of laughter
at my predicament.


"Okay, get on your hands and knees, shithead." Tina's use of the name
shithead caused me to think back to the way she taunted me while almost
breaking my arm earlier. I instinctively obeyed her and got down on my
hands and knees. Courtney took the hose and started hosing down my back
and head. Then she came behind me and squirted the hose at my backside.


"Open up, wide" she ordered. "Do as I say, Steve." I could hear their
stereophonic laughter as she squirted the hose up my read end, like I was
a zoo animal. Finally she put the hose down and Tina shut the knob off.


"Okay, enough of the sideshow, lets go, T, please?" Courtney was suddenly
all business again.


Tina looked down at me while she began to unbuckle her blue jeans.


"I assume you will be able to control yourself, lest I have to punch your
lights out again" she admonished as she unzipped and began to lower her
jeans.


Like many of the thin, beautiful Asian women in New York, Tina had always
filled out her jeans wonderously. I had often wondered what her buns
looked like underneath, and now I was about to find out, although in not
quite the circumstances I had imagined. She lowered her jeans down to her
knees and I could see the creamy white perfection of her thighs and even
the beautiful dark triangle of her pussy underneath her panties. Seeing
my arousal she gave me a dirty look and came closer and turned as her
jeans dropped to her ankles. I could see her finely muscled calves, a
combination of beauty and strength that had just proven to be more
powerful than I. She dropped her panties and sat down on my back with her
bare ass.


"Finally" Courtney said as she kneeled down in front of Tina. Tina leaned
back, using her arms for balance on my back as she opened her legs wide
for Courtney.


I knew better than to upset them by trying to look, but I could feel
Courtney resting her arms on Tina's thighs and I could hear her gently
kissing Tina's crotch. I could feel Tina's muscles twinge as something
Courtney did tickled her. Tina would occasionally moan softly and I could
only imagine the joy that Courtney was giving her.


I felt my own cock start to grow, dangling uselessly as it was, so near
and yet so far to an unattainable display of femminninity. But I was
nothing but a bench, not a participant.


Courtney must have started licking Tina because I literally feel the heat
from her mouth on my back. Tina was now rocking back and forth, a mild
sheet of perspiration from her backside making it a warm and sensuous
slide on my back. I could feel the added pressure as Courtney leaned in
harder, and Tina's moans increased as Courtney was obviously using her
tongue to go in deeper and deeper. She then reached her arms around
Tina's backside to bring her even closer.


Finally, Tina's seemed to convulse and her muslces tensed hard as a rock.
She seemed to be hoping up and down on my back as Courtney desparately
tried to stay with her, keeping her tongue deep inside Tina's crotch.
Then with a yell Tina gave a final convulsion and became limp, breathing
heavily. I could hear that Courtney had gone back to the gentle kisses.
I could feel a small pool of warm liquids, probably a mixture of
Courtney's saliva and Tina's juices, flow down my back and drip to the
floor. Courtney was still kissing gently and Tina was stroking her hair.
A breeze blew through the courtyard and whistled past my frustrated cock
and balls, naked but with no place to go.


The two girls stood up together and embraced. I was still on my hands and
knees, looking up at the glow of Tina's magnificent backside as I heard
Courtney whisper "See, I told you we would have fun tonight."


END CHAPTER 7