Margo swung her racquet at the ball, driving it sharply to the front wall just above ankle height. The ball hit with a sharp splat and caromed off at an angle toward the left side wall. Larry raced forward and just managed to get his racquet on the ball and return it. Margo waited for the high shot to come down and smashed another wicked shot, this time driving it toward the back right corner. Larry tried desperately to reach the ball before it bounced a second time, but his dive was just short and the ball dribbled onto the floor. "Game!" called Margo. "I win fifteen to four." She walked over and helped Larry to his feet. "Good game." "Thanks," gasped Larry, looking up at her. "Got time for another?" "Nope, time for me to get to work," Margo answered. "Come on Margo, let me try to win one." "Sorry, guy, you're just going to have to wait a while," said Margo. "Besides, I've beaten you every time we've played. Aren't you getting tired of losing?" "Well, now that you mention it, yeah," answered Larry. "Let's see, so far you've beaten me in the only marathon we ran together, killed me at tennis, squash, handball, golf, and racquetball, and even mated me the only time we played chess." He shook his head slowly. "I'm running out of things to try." "Face it babe, you're just not in my league. I'm quicker, smarter, faster, and stronger than you are." Margo smirked and added, "Maybe you should hit the weight room a little more and the dining room a little less." "Hey, now, let's not get nasty," snapped Larry. "I'm in pretty good shape for a guy who works at a desk forty hours a week. Besides, who says you're stronger than I am? I'm willing to concede that you're faster, maybe even smarter, but there's no way you're stronger than me." Margo's face froze. "Watch it buddy. You're mouth's writing checks your body can't cash," she growled. "What the hell does that mean?" Larry demanded. "It means, how do you know I'm not stronger than you are?" "Because men are stronger than women," replied Larry. Margo threw her head back and roared with laughter. "Why, you chauvinistic, conceited, stupid idiot," Margo said, wiping sweat off her face. "I'll admit that some men are stronger than some women. That doesn't mean you are stronger than me! It just doesn't work that way. Have you ever seen any evidence that I'm not stronger than you are?" "Well, no. I've never seen your arms or legs, you always wear long sleeves and pants, and you always work out in an oversized sweatsuit." "And you've never seen me lift weights, either. On the other hand, I've seen your arms and legs, Skinny. I've got a pretty good idea of your strength." A smile touched Margo's lips briefly. "So let's go on the evidence you've got." "Well, you're a couple of inches taller than I am," Larry mused. "You've got a pretty athletic build, from what I can see. But I still can't believe you're stronger than me." "What would it take to convince you? Do you want to see who can lift more weight?" "Weightlifting's no good, technique means as much as strength." Larry thought a second. "I used to be a pretty good wrestler in college. Why don't we wrestle to see who's stronger?" Margo laughed again. "You think the stronger wrestler always wins? You've admitted you know something about the sport, what if I don't? I'd say that would give you something of an advantage, wouldn't you?" She shook her head, sending drops of perspiration to the floor. "Boy, talk about trying to stack the deck in your favor." Margo stepped closer to Larry, forcing him back a step. "However, it does give me an idea. A contest with five parts." Margo poked a finger into Larry's chest as she ticked off the different tests. "Arm wrestling, leg wrestling, a tug of war, simultaneous bear hugs, and simultaneous head scissors. The winner of three of the 'tests of strength' is declared the stronger, and the loser has to be the winner's servant for a month." "Well, I'm not sure..." "What's the matter, big talker, losing your nerve?" "You're on, Margo," said Larry angrily. "Where are we going to do this, and who can we get to referee?" "I know a private gym, and the owner will be glad to act as referee. When?" "How about tomorrow night?" "Eight o'clock?" "You're on! See you then." Larry headed off to the showers. Margo smiled. "Yeah, Larry, see you then," she said softly. She bent down and picked up the racquetball in her left hand. With a slow, steady increase in pressure she squeezed the ball until it split. Margo laughed, then dropped the mutilated ball to the floor and headed to the locker room. Larry's telephone rang the next morning. "Hello," he said. "Hi, Sweetie, guess who?" Margo's voice purred. "Yeah, Margo, what's up?" "Here's the address of the gym for tonight's little contest. Ready?" "Margo, are you sure you want to do this?" "What's the matter, getting cold feet?" the voice taunted. "Chicken..." "Just give me the damn address," he snarled. Larry grabbed a pen and paper and wrote the address down. "Eight o'clock, right?" he said. "Right you are, Babe. Don't be late," Margo warned. "By the way, I've invited some friends along to watch. Is that okay with you, or will you be too embarrassed to get beat in front of a crowd?" "Bring along whoever you want, big talker. I just hope they won't be too disappointed when you lose," Larry retorted. "My, aren't we confident!" teased Margo. "See you later." Larry slammed the phone down. "Bitch!" he muttered. Larry arrived at the designated address at a quarter to eight that evening. He parked his car in front of a square, run down two story building. A sign above the door read "Dominique's Amazon Gym - Members Only". A tall young black woman dressed in a sweat suit and smoking a cigar leaned against the wall next to the door with her arms crossed. "You Larry?" she asked. "Yeah." "Come on in. Everyone's here." She tossed away the cigar, then opened the door and motioned Larry through into a hallway that smelled of leather, liniment, and sweat. "Sorry there's no men's locker room, never needed one," the woman continued. "We cleaned out a utility closet for you." She indicated a door on the right. "Hope it's big enough." "It'll do. Thanks, uh..." "Name's Dominique." As the woman stuck out a large paw and shook Larry's hand, he noticed that her shoulders were exceptionally wide and she towered above him by a good seven inches. "When you're dressed, just walk up those stairs at the end of the hall. Good luck, Larry." Dominique turned on her heel, and he thought he heard her mutter, "You'll need it." She walked off with long, confident strides. Larry changed to shorts and a tee shirt. He tied his sneakers tightly and did a couple of knee bends in the cramped space of the small closet. He was beginning to regret that he had ever gotten into this, but was too stubborn to back down now. Larry walked down the hall and climbed the stairs. He didn't know exactly what he had expected, but it was nothing like what met his eyes as he reached the upper floor. There was a large room, probably the entire upper floor of the building. Inside Larry could make out several punching bags, both speed bags and heavy body bags. Along one wall was a large collection of barbells and weights. Across the room from the stairs was what looked like a regulation boxing ring, complete with ropes and bell. Bleachers were pulled out from the wall to provide seating for about fifty people. As he crossed the floor, he noticed that all the other people in the room were women. He saw Margo, dressed in her usual floppy sweats, her pale hair tied into a pony tail, standing next to the ring talking to Dominique. Slowly he realized that the buzz of conversations had died down and all the women were staring at him. Margo glanced over at him and smiled grimly. "Well, nice to see you're punctual," she called. "Come on over and let's get started." Larry crossed the floor to where Dominique and Margo waited. Dominique looked down at him and snickered slightly. Larry reddened. "OK, there'll be five tests of strength," said Dominique, "starting with arm wrestling. That'll be followed by leg wrestling, tug of war, bear hugs and head scissors. It takes three wins to be declared the champion. All five tests will be completed, even if one person loses the first three." She looked at Larry and snickered again. "First thing I'm going to do is weigh you both in," Dominique continued. "I'll get your heights, too." She led the way to the scale. "Margo first."..... Margo stepped on the scale. "Weight, two fourteen," called Dominique. She adjusted the ruler to the top of Margo's head. "Height, six feet three inches." Larry was stunned by Margo's size. He hadn't realized that Margo was that tall, and he thought their weights were nearly the same, but she weighed at least forty pounds more than he did. Dominique turned to Larry. "Your turn." Margo stepped down right into Larry's path. For a second his brown eyes stared into her Arctic gray ones, then Margo stepped aside with a mocking smile. "Weight, one seventy-one," Dominique said. "Height, five feet eleven." Dominique led the way to the ring. Larry saw that it contained an unusual table, about three feet square. The table had a peg on two sides and what looked like leather cups on the alternate sides. The table was mounted on a piece of wood about ten feet by four feet. Margo stalked to one side of the table, behind one of the cups. Larry moved uncertainly to the side opposite her. "This is a regulation arm wrestling table," explained Dominique. "You put your elbow in the cup and you grab the peg with your other hand. You each get a good grip with interlocked thumbs and then I set you up in the right position. Then I'll say 'go' and you try to pin your opponent's arm down." She looked at both contestants. "You have five minutes to beat your opponent, after that I call it a draw. Any questions?" Neither Margo nor Larry said anything. "Either one of you left handed?" asked Dominique. Both contestants shook their heads. "OK, then, this'll be just the one fall, right hands only. If your grip slips, I'll strap you together." She held up a canvas strap. "Now, get in position." Larry uneasily placed his right elbow into the padded receptacle and grabbed the peg on the left side of the table. Margo deliberately rolled up the right sleeve of her sweatshirt and placed her elbow in it's place. Larry was dumbfounded to see the thick sinews running through Margo's forearm. He looked up at her face and saw that she was watching him intently. Larry stared into Margo's gray eyes like a bird hypnotized by a snake. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off hers. Dominique took both their right hands and ordered them to grip each other's thumbs, with the wrists crossing. Larry finally looked away from Margo's stare and concentrated on getting a good grip on Margo's hand. He couldn't help noticing that her forearm made his look small, and her hand was much larger than his was. When they were both satisfied with the grip, Dominique took their clasped hands in both her huge ones and twisted them until she had them perfectly straight. Larry tensed his muscles and readied himself to slam Margo's arm down. Dominique looked at each of them and said, "Ready?" Larry and Margo both nodded. Dominique released their hands, calling, "GO!" Larry put all his power into his right arm, trying for a quick pin, but Margo's arm didn't budge. Sweat broke out on Larry's forehead as he tried to force her arm to the table, while Margo stood as still as a statue, showing no strain at all from holding his arm vertical. For what seemed like an eternity Larry kept up the pressure until his arm trembled from the exertion and he began to pant. Margo waited until he looked into her eyes again, and then, with a slight smile on her lovely face, she slowly began to force his right arm down. Sweat was running down Larry's face, and his hand was sweating as well, but Margo retained her grip and was forcing his arm down a millimeter at a time. Larry tried to hold her back, but it was like trying to hold back an avalanche with a toothpick. Slowly, inexorably, Larry's arm approached the table until it was pinned firmly down against Margo's left arm. She held it there for several seconds while she mockingly smiled at Larry's embarrassment. "THE WINNER!" called Dominique, "in forty-three seconds." Margo released Larry's sore arm and allowed hers to be raised in victory. "Margo leads, one to zero!" There was a large chalkboard on the wall behind the ring with both Larry's and Margo's names printed on it. Margo walked over and put a mark under her name. "There'll be a five minute break while we clear the table out of the ring," announced Dominique. She waved her arm and two burly women got up into the ring and lifted the table over the ropes, handing it to Dominique on the outside. She steadied it with little effort while her assistants clambered out of the ring to take the table from her and store it in a corner. In the meantime, Larry was trying to work the pain and stiffness out of his right arm. He was stunned by Margo's easy victory, especially because he had been counting on beating her in the arm wrestling. Nervously he looked over at her while she sipped some water and chatted with a few of the onlookers. Margo looked fresh and cool, while he was dripping sweat. Before he was ready, Dominique called, "Yo, Margo! Larry! In the ring! Now!" Margo jumped from the floor to the ring apron, about three feet above the floor. She then vaulted over the top rope into the ring. "Show-off," muttered Larry very quietly as he climbed the steps and ducked between the second and third ropes to enter the ring. "The second test of strength is leg wrestling," said Dominique. "Each of you lays down on the mat, right side to right side. You'll link your right arms at the elbow. I'll count 'one, two, three, go'. At each number, you lift your right leg in the air and lower it down again. On 'go', you hook legs at the knees and try to pull your opponent over." She looked at Margo and Larry. "You got that?" The man and woman both nodded. While Larry sat down on the mat, Margo removed her floppy sweat pants, revealing her legs to Larry for the first time. Larry stared in disbelief at Margo's lower body. She wore only bikini briefs, and her legs seemed (to Larry) about five feet long. Her thighs and calves bulged with power. Larry stared at Margo's heavily muscled legs and tried not to think that in the last contest he'd have to put his head between her thighs and let her squeeze with all her strength. Margo moved directly in front of Larry's face until her thighs completely filled his field of vision. "I've got thirty-two inch thighs, Larry, and nineteen inch calves," Margo purred softly. "What are your measurements, about twenty and ten?" Margo and Dominique both laughed at Larry's discomfort. Margo finally moved away and lay down on the mat at Larry's right side. "Lock arms," ordered Dominique. Larry linked his arm with Margo's. It felt as hard as granite. "Jesus," he thought, "what did I get myself into?" "Ready?" asked Dominique. "Let's do it," growled Margo. Larry gulped and squeaked, "Ready." "One." The two right legs rose and fell. "Two." Again Margo's muscular leg and Larry's smaller one lifted and dropped. "Three. GO!" Larry and Margo's legs locked, and Larry devoted all his strength into trying to force Margo to flip over, to no avail. Again he pulled with all his power, but Margo didn't budge. She seemed to be humming a tune to herself. Larry tried a third time to pull Margo's leg down, but couldn't budge it. At that point Margo tired of the game and utilized the strength in her enormous leg to effortlessly flip Larry over onto his head. As his feet touched the floor, he heard Dominique once again call, "THE WINNER!" Embarrassed, he rolled over and watched Margo stand over him with her arms raised in victory. "Time, twenty-one seconds," said Dominique, punching her stop watch. "Margo now leads two to zero." Larry started to sit up, but Margo put her foot on his chest and forced him back down to the mat. "Hey, cut it out!" he sputtered. Margo removed her foot from his chest and leaned down. "What are you going to do about it, Shrimp?" she asked. When Larry didn't answer, she laughed and walked over to the chalkboard, where she placed another mark under her name. Dominique stood over Larry. "Would you get up please? We have to get ready for the tug of war." She extended her huge right hand. Larry reached up and she grabbed him, her hand nearly encircling his forearm. Dominique pulled and Larry found himself heaved to his feet. Dominique laughed at the expression on his face, then released his arm and waved her assistants into the ring. Larry stumbled out of the ring. The last contest hadn't taken that much out of him, but he was disconcerted by the ease of Margo's victory, and frightened by the obvious power she possessed. He decided to give up and admit her superior strength, hoping to prevent pain and further humiliation. Margo was sipping some water and toweling off her face. Larry approached her, realizing for the first time just how wide her shoulders were. "Margo," he began, "uh, I'm sorry I doubted you were stronger than me. I concede, you win." Margo turned and scowled menacingly. "Oh, no you don't, you wimpy little shit. You agreed to all this, and you're not getting off that easy. I'm going to beat you in all the other contests, too." She smiled tauntingly. "Besides, it's only two to nothing, you've still got a chance to win if you beat me three in a row." The women sitting nearby laughed at this. Margo glanced at them and grinned. "Well, it's not very much of a chance, I'll grant you," she added, causing even more laughter. "Come on, Margo, I give," said Larry. "You're stronger than I am, I admit it. Isn't that what this is about?" Margo moved closer, her face only inches from his. Larry saw no pity in her cool gray eyes. "You might have thought so, skinny," she replied in a low voice. "For me, it's a chance to humiliate another weak male who thought he was better than me. I really get off on making my victims beg for mercy." Margo licked her lips. "You wouldn't want to deprive me of my little pleasures, would you?" she went on. "I might get upset and decide to really hurt you." "Come on, you two," called Dominique from the ring, "we're ready for you." Margo slapped Larry's face lightly. "Now be a good boy and get in the ring so I don't lose my temper," she purred sexily. "You wouldn't last more than a minute if I decided to really get rough, and it wouldn't be any fun, at least not for you." She smiled wickedly at his discomfort. "And you'd better really try to win the tug of war, or I'll really make you suffer in the last two events." Margo took Larry by the shoulder and turned him toward the ring, then gave him a push, which amused the spectators. Larry tried to resist as Margo propelled him toward the ring, but Margo's strength prevailed. He found himself stumbling against the edge of the ring as she gave him a final push. Once again he climbed the steps to the arena and clambered between the ropes, while Margo effortlessly jumped onto the apron and vaulted into the ring. Dominique awaited them in the center of the ring. There were three lines of tape on the ring floor. One was set up so that it stretched between two opposite corners. The other two were set about five feet on either side of the first. A rope with a rag tied around the middle crossed the three tape lines. "The rules for the tug of war are simple," Dominique explained. "You start behind the tape nearest the corners and you each grab an end of the rope. You can't tie it around you, but you can wrap it around your arm if you want to. I'll position the flag over the middle line and when I say 'go', you pull like hell." She smiled and continued, "The object is to pull the flag past the line on your side of the ring." Margo nodded and busied herself in wrapping her end of the rope around her right arm. Larry picked the rope up in his hands and set himself. "By the way," Dominique added, "if the rope slips out of your hands, we'll start again." Larry quickly wrapped the rope around his bare arm, wishing he'd worn long sleeves. Dominique grabbed the rope where the flag was fastened and positioned it to her satisfaction over the center line. "Take up the slack," she ordered. Margo and Larry obeyed, pulling the rope in until it was taut. "Get ready," Dominique called. With a quick glance at Margo and Larry, she released the rope and called, "GO!" Larry put his entire body into the effort, using all the strength of his arms, back, and legs in an attempt to pull the flag across the line on his side of the ring, but the flag didn't move a millimeter. Sweat broke out on his forehead and dripped into his eyes as he strained to pull Margo across the ring. He looked up and saw Margo just standing there, a mocking smile on her pretty face, totally at ease, as she withstood his best pull without strain. Now the rough rope began to cut into his arm and hands, burning and bruising the flesh. He redoubled his efforts, grunting as he tugged and pulled, but the only effect on Margo was a broader smile. To anyone watching only him, it might have looked as if Larry was pulling on a rope tied to a large tree. Margo called, "Are you having fun yet?" The crowd of women laughed at that. Margo turned to the bleachers and asked, "Has he started to pull?" Once again the crowd responded with amusement. "Well, I might as well finish this," said Margo. Even through her sweatshirt, Larry could see the muscles in Margo's arms bulge as she started to pull for the first time. Hand over hand she hauled in the rope, with Larry desperately trying to resist her pull. "Just like reeling in a little fish," crowed Margo as Larry was dragged across the ring. Margo pulled Larry toward her with only the power in her arms. Those huge, sinewy legs never moved, and she never seemed to need to put her back into the effort. First the flag, then Larry himself, were pulled across the tape on Margo's side of the ring. "Margo wins again," called Dominique, sounding somewhat bored. Larry slumped to the canvas covering the ring as Margo shook loose the coils of rope and again raised her arms over her head in a victory pose. Disdainfully, Margo looked down at Larry groveling at her feet. "That's where you belong, you know," she said as she stepped across his body to chalk up another mark under her name. "The score is Margo three, Larry nothing," called Dominique. "By the rules, Margo wins the test of strength, but Larry still has to compete in the last two events." Margo walked over to Dominique and whispered to her. "Well, now, that's mighty generous of you," said Dominique. "Margo says if Larry can win even one of the remaining events, he'll win the whole thing." She looked at Larry, then turned back to Margo. "I still like your chances, Margo," she said. The spectators erupted in laughter. "We'll get the ring ready for the last two events." Margo vaulted out of the ring and picked up her towel, drying a thin sheen of perspiration from her upper lip. Larry slowly pulled himself up to his feet using the ropes. Dominique's two assistants were busy removing the tape and rope from the ring. Dominique walked over to Larry, an amused look on her pretty face. "You look like you've just about had it, buddy," she said. "There's a water cooler just outside the door over there," she continued. "Why don't you get yourself a drink and relax for a minute?" As Larry crawled out of the ring and staggered toward the door, Dominique followed him with her eyes. "You're out of your league, skinny," she muttered. Larry drank deeply from the water cooler, then rinsed his sore arms, trying to take the sting out of the rope burns. He thought about running down the stairs and out the door, but a quick glance back into the gym showed that Margo was watching him closely. He took a deep breath and went back in. "I thought you might try to escape, Larry," said Margo. It's a good thing for you that you didn't. If I had to catch you and bring you back here, it might have made me mad." She leaned closer and whispered, "And you'd better not quit on me, Babycakes. If I think you're not trying, I'll make you wish you'd never been born." Margo turned away and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Larry was astounded by the big woman's muscular development. Bulging muscles covered her back, and her arms were massive. Her wide shoulders tapered to her narrow waist. As she turned to face him, he saw that her chest was thick and powerful. Even the breasts under her bikini top looked firm. "Now do you understand?" asked Margo. "I've been holding back whenever we competed so you'd feel that you might be able to beat me. Now you can see what you're really up against." She flexed her arms and chest in a "most muscular" pose. The sinews danced under her glistening skin. "Eighteen inch biceps, Larry," went on Margo, "and a forty-six inch chest. Thighs that are bigger than your waist. All of it, hard as granite." Now she flexed her biceps so they bulged like cannonballs. "And you really thought you had a chance?" Margo shook her head in mock pity. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You were dead meat from the minute you and I met. Now get in the ring and take your punishment." Larry clambered slowly into the ring. He knew that Margo was deadly serious about this contest, and he also knew that he was overmatched. He also knew that there was no escape. He turned slowly to face his massive female opponent as Dominique explained the rules of the fourth contest. "You get each other in a bear hug, with your right arm over the other person's left arm. Lock your hands together and squeeze. To give up you must say the words 'I quit' so I can hear them." Dominique looked at them both. "That is, if you've got the breath to speak. If you can't speak, let go of your hold. Are you ready?" she asked. Larry gulped and nodded. "Let's do it," growled Margo. They stood chest to chest and secured the bear hugs. Larry had to tilt his head back to look into Margo's eyes, which showed no pity. He could feel the awesome power in Margo's arms first hand now, and it frightened him. Larry could barely stretch his arms out far enough to clasp his own hands behind Margo's broad back. "GO!" called Dominique. Even though he knew it was useless, Larry put all his strength into his arms, trying to squeeze the breath out of Margo's body. He tried desperately to force the big woman to concede, but made no impression on her. Margo deliberately increased the pressure of her brawny arms, until she could feel Larry beginning to have trouble breathing. She held there, waiting, secure in the knowledge that she could crush Larry at any time she wished. Larry was unable to cause Margo any discomfort at all, while she had nearly cut off his breath. He began to gasp for air, bringing a smile to Margo's lips. Margo slowly lifted Larry's hundred and seventy-one pounds off the floor until his feet were dangling helplessly. She kept intensifying the power of her arms, tightening the circle surrounding Larry's torso, until he gasped in pain. "Aaarrgghhh!" Larry moaned. He tried to say "I quit", but didn't have the air in his lungs. Margo's brawny arms continued the crushing pressure on Larry's trapped body until he was sure his ribs were breaking. He started to black out, his brain starved for oxygen. "You'd better give up, Larry," murmured Margo, "or I'll have to really squeeze. I'm barely using half my strength at the moment." She gave him a quick jolt of even greater force, forcing another groan from his mouth. "I could hold you up here and keep squeezing forever. If you can't speak, let go of your hold, dummy." Larry dimly remembered that his arms were still wrapped loosely around Margo's body. He released his grasp just as he completely lost consciousness. "Margo wins!" called Dominique as Larry's right arm flopped limply to his side. His left arm was still trapped under Margo's right arm. "Let him go." Margo reluctantly released her prey, and Larry crumpled to the mat. She placed one foot on his head and flexed her biceps as Dominique announced, "Margo now leads four to nothing." She looked down at Larry's supine form. "Somebody wake him up, please." Margo chalked up a fourth mark under her name and looked back to where one of Dominique's assistants was trying to revive Larry with smelling salts. Larry sniffed the pungent aroma and shook his head, then suddenly his eyes opened and he sat up. The pain in his head and ribs reminded him of where he was and he sank back down again. "Time now for the final contest. So far, you haven't done too well, Larry," said Dominique while the onlookers laughed. "But you can win it all if you can make Margo give up in this one last test of strength." She snickered loudly. Margo knelt beside Larry and murmured, "This is the only way I'd ever let you between my legs, you know." Then she lay down and turned on her side so her head was opposite his legs. "Now, this contest won't be over until one of you either gives up or is knocked out," said Dominique. "If you want to give up, wave one arm. Otherwise, you'll just have to wait until I decide you're unconscious. Oh, and you can't try to break the other person's hold. Okay, Larry, lay facing Margo and let her put her head between your legs," Dominique ordered. Larry complied, then put his head between Margo's thickly muscled thighs. "Now, lock your ankles loosely and don't start squeezing until I say go," Dominique continued. Larry crossed his ankles, then felt Margo do the same. He was facing her crotch, and could smell her musky odor mixed with the tangy smell of sweat. "Ready, GO!" called Dominique. Even though Larry knew it was hopeless, he tried to squeeze Margo's head. He remembered her threat and knew she meant what she said. Moreover, he was scared shitless of what she might do to him if he didn't try to win. Hello, if you are not on the website p o r n s t o r i e s . c o m please e-mail misty@bitsmart.com with the name of the website you are viewing this story. Margo knew that Larry was squeezing with all his might, but it didn't bother her at all. She slowly increased the pressure of her brawny legs, so it wouldn't be over too quickly. Margo's rock hard thighs swelled as she intensified the strain on Larry's skull. The pain in Larry's head was agonizing, and he knew he couldn't hold out very long. It felt like his head was being crushed flat between the steel jaws of a giant vise. Larry's hold was loosening as he concentrated on remaining conscious. Margo continued the unrelenting pressure, using now nearly half the power in those mighty legs. She thought of all the others she had humiliated, and smiled. There was nothing like the feeling of crushing a man unconscious, knowing he was helpless to prevent it. By now Larry was in dreamland. His arms lay limp, and his legs exerted no pressure on Margo's head. Dominique leaned close to make sure, then ordered Margo to release her hold. Margo did so reluctantly, then stood up and once again put a foot on the head of the helpless male. Dominique raised Margo's arm in victory, then hugged her and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Margo returned the embrace, then stepped back and murmured, "Later." She looked down at Larry's inert body and knelt down beside him. She quickly stripped his shorts off, then ripped off his jock strap and raised it over her head in triumph. This one would be hung up next to her locker with all the others.