Pool Party Debacle, Part 2 By Madcat Babes, bikinis, and a whole lot of female domination of the weaker sex. Panic set in as I realized that I did not have the money to pay these two bikini clad beauties. Add that to a guy who just found out that a girl could overpower him, and you had one scared fellow. Julie looked poised to beat the money out of me. "I'm a little shy on the money." I admitted. "Let me pay you tomorrow at work." "Bull! You're going straight to the ATM and get me my money. I don't trust weasels like you." The bigger blonde sneered. Not the best answer but I'd take anything to get out of that terrible basement and away from my domineering boss. The loss to her in the wrestling match dealt a severe blow to my ego. I had to obey her every day at work and this defeat made me feel even more inferior. But the sexual aspect of the debacle was even worse. The boss had done some very inappropriate things during the match and I had been powerless to stop her. I felt as if I had been raped. On top of that, I knew that I had enjoyed it and that fact scared me more than anything Just before I could agree to run out to the ATM to pay my debts, the bikini storm trooper smiled and blocked my exit from the basement. "Do you want to win your money back? You could wrestle me and go double or nothing." Julie suggested sweetly. "I'll take a rain check. No more wrestling for me today." I replied. The last thing I wanted to do was go toe to toe with this big blonde. She even intimidated me before my humiliating lesson in female power. "Come on, it'll be fun." She said, running her hand seductively down my chest. Her demeanor had totally changed. The storm trooper had disappeared. Julie now seemed pleasant, sexy and a little bit coy. "No thanks." They were probably two of the most difficult words in my life. I was still highly aroused from the battle with Susan. Certainly rolling around the floor with the busty blonde did not seem like such a bad idea. But nobody was going to get me to fight with another female this afternoon. At least that was what I thought. A hand grabbed my arm and led me over to a far corner of the basement. It was Susan and I followed meekly along. By the time we stopped, shivers ran up and down my spine. I tried to tell myself that the cold air and scanty attire caused my trembling but that was a lie. "Look, I want you to wrestle Susan and put that fat slut in her place. For the last 3 months she has done nothing but try to show me up. This is just more of same." Susan whispered. She sounded almost reassuring and I desperately needed that at the moment. But there was just no way I was going to agree to another mixed match after the earlier debacle. I felt woefully fatigued both physically and mentally. "No way. Not after you wiped the floor with me." "Come on. That was a close match. You almost had me a couple of times. You can take this 200 lb couch potato. She's nothing but a wind bag. Probably never exercised in her life. You can't let her go back to the office and brag that you were afraid of her. You have to do this thing." Susan said calmly. She was right. I really had no choice here. A victory would allow me to at least partially regain some honor and dignity. Plus, a certain part of me just wanted to roll around on the ground with the voluptuous blonde. "OK, I'm game." I said, turning to face Julie. I wanted to trash talk a little but could not find the words after the day's humbling events. But my opponent had no trouble finding some. "Great. Now for some fun. I'm going to make you beg." She said with an evil grin. Nice Julie had disappeared and the bikini storm trooper was back with a vengeance. Her haughty demeanor caused an unexpected twitching in my loins. A creeping desire to submit to this awesome vision of femininity weakened my fighting spirit. Not wishing to consider this strange and growing attraction to dominant women, I attacked immediately. Faking to the left, I used my superior speed to get around behind the big girl. I placed her in a reverse bear hug and got the first inkling of trouble. Her body felt incredibly solid, much like Susan's. But the boss looked comparatively lean and slender. Julie was much larger and, I found out, heavier. I tried to pick her up but failed miserably. She had to weigh at least 200 lbs. "Having trouble?" the storm trooper queried. My arms slid up her bare midriff and lodged under her huge breasts. They felt heavy and warm on my skin. With my stiff tool buried against her backside, the stymied bear hug began to resemble a romantic embrace. Julie's hands found mine and for a brief second she seemed to melt into my arms. "Did you know that I was a champion shot putter in high school? I could beat most of the boys on the team." Julie bragged. She did not wait for my response. Instead, the stronger female began to peel my arms back. The boss's preliminary assessment of my opponent quickly proved to be all wrong. The bikini storm trooper was no couch potato. Powerhouse seemed like a better word as I desperately tried to maintain my bear hug on the blonde vixen. She easily broke the hold and kept a tight grasp on to my wrists. Julie held me completely immobilized while she planned my destruction. I tried to extricate my trapped limbs but failed. Her grasp felt like steel shackles. Then the bikini storm trooper executed her dastardly plan. She ducked down and twisted, all the while maintain her iron grip on my wrists. Still basically immobilized, I stood before her with my arms crossed gazing into her pitiless blue eyes. "Let me show you how to do a real bear hug." Julie offered while spinning me around like a dancer. Somehow she had taken complete control of this match. Totally in awe of her feminine strength, I forgot to fight back. The busty blonde put me into her own reverse bear hug. I could feel her remarkably firm jugs crushing into my back and her arms squeezing my stomach. Breathing became increasingly difficult. I desperately struggled to break free but the girl held fast on to my wrists. She seemed to gain pleasure from my futile resistance. Then the bikini storm trooper released my wrists and ended the pressure on my stomach. The respite was short lived as she quickly grabbed the waistband of my speedos and lifted my 200 lbs high into the air. The battle with Susan began to seem like a joy ride compared to this. Julie paraded me around the basement while driving tough nylon fabric up the crack of my ass. It painfully proved to all concerned the girl's superior strength over her hapless male victim. I looked over at Susan and noted a look of concern on her handsome face. She had been right about one thing: Julie liked to upstage the boss and I was just a prop in her evil scheme to do just that. It seemed like an eternity before Julie dropped me face forward on to the carpeting. I wanted to jump up and continue the fight but my exhausted limbs refused to cooperate. Prior to this afternoon, I considered myself to be in prime physical condition but the girls were teaching me otherwise. I had spent the past couple minutes straining against Julie's powerful muscles. My arms now lacked the strength even to pull the stupid bathing suit out of my ass. Unfortunately, the female warrior seemed almost un-phased by her enormous physical exertion. Sweat covered her creamy white skin and her mighty breasts heaved with exertion. But still she reached down, put me in a full nelson and hoisted me to my feet. Her prodigious strength seemed undiminished. Julie bent my head forward and forced me to look down at my skimpy speedos. They now looked more like V-shaped panties than a bathing suit. I was certain that the back looked a lot worse. The female woman-handled me over to the wall. I did not bother to resist. Breaking this hold was out of the question. I needed to conserve my strength for when it mattered. Even though she encountered no resistance, the bikini storm trooper still slammed me hard, face first into the wall. She removed her right hand but kept me firmly pinned against the wall with just her left. "Does he look cute in just a thong?" Julie asked her female audience. They did not respond. Perhaps the other girls were too shocked by this spectacle of female domination. Her right hand fondled and spanked my exposed butt cheeks. "Yes, he is kinda sexy for an older guy." The buxom blonde crooned on. Normally, such words from a pretty young thing like Julie would have made my day. But this was just plain scary. She spun me around and used both hands to pin my arms above my head. It felt totally ridiculous being pinned to the wall by a voluptuous woman six inches shorter than myself. Still I bided my time, waiting for the chance to break free and turn the tables on the bikini storm trooper. Her eyes devoured my nearly nude body. Then she turned to look at Susan and Patty. "Boy he's packin' some heat down there. Who wants to see it?" Julie asked. I certainly did not want to see anything of the sort and decided to counter attack. The bikini storm trooper had gotten careless and distracted. This was my chance, perhaps the only one, to escape the girl's terrifying domination. I placed my foot carefully between her massive breasts. She turned at the last second but seemed to be at a loss at what to do. I kicked hard and Julie tumbled back. The stout lass had strength and youth on her side but not agility. She tripped over her own feet and fell. Her head snapped back and bounced off the hard floor. The bikini storm trooper was down for the count. I wasted no time in jumping on top of the prone powerhouse and pinning the girl's thick arms over her blonde head. At the last second she looked up and resisted. But this time leverage and position aided me and I held her down. Gazing down at her glorious female chest, I tried to figure out a way to keep her pinned and remove her top. It seemed only fair after what she had done to me. But gritty determination returned to Julie's eyes and her resistance increased. The girl's Herculean strength reappeared and I had trouble keeping maintaining my position. Just as I feared the blonde would escape and continue the reign female terror, Susan stepped in and ended it. "OK guys, that's it. I don't want anyone getting hurt. Julie, you took a wicked knock on your head. Let's go upstairs and have a look at it." The boss commanded. She lifted me up by the arm and then helped the bikini storm trooper to her feet. The battle was officially over. Julie wanted to say something but Susan led her up the stairs quickly. Suddenly, I was all alone with Patty in the basement. She stood in front of me still wearing that luscious red bikini. Rock hard nipples adorned the front of her ample breasts. The little blonde resembled a candy cane and I, more than ever, wanted a taste. "You lucky SOB, Julie had you." She blurted out, obviously disappointed by the outcome of the match. "But I won. That's what counts. And I don't owe any money." I gloated. My attraction to this hot little hussy seemed to draw me closer. Before I knew it we were standing toe to toe. "What are you doing?" Patty demanded. I didn't really know the answer to the question so I blurted out, "I thought you might want to do a little wrestling. Maybe try out some new holds." Looking down at that beautiful face, I lost all control. My lips met hers and we kissed deeply. Her tongue invaded my mouth and her hands went straight for my long neglected manhood. For a second, she seemed as turned on as I was. Then I got a taste of her darker motives. Patty painfully twisted my shaft and I jumped back in some distress. "Girl, take it easy down there." I admonished her, still not comprehending. This time she roughly squeezed my jewels. I howled in pain and my knees got weak. "What are you doing?" I gasped, grabbing her shoulders for support. "Wrestling. Trying out some new holds. How do you like this one?" Patty did a combo by twisting and pulling at the same time. I tried to grab her lean little forearms but she just tightened her grip. "Don't do that. I could squash one of those little things." The blonde warned me off. My hand froze at that implied threat. "Please don't hurt me." I begged. "Well maybe if you surrender ... " "Yes, please, I surrender." It was my only option. "So, it looks like I'm the big winner after all." She said with a smile. Her left hand release my burning shaft and finally removed the deeply imbedded speedos. It felt good to be rid of that terrible bating suit. "Now, are you going to do exactly as I say?" Patty asked with a smile. Her eyes flashed with lust and power. "Yes." "Yes, what!" she shouted. The girl gave me a squeeze to reinforce her control. "Yes, ma'am." "Better. Now kiss my feet." Patty commanded, releasing my jewels from her terrify grasp. I hesitated. This chick had to be nuts. Unlike her two friends, she stood a full foot shorter than me. I could crush her like a bug. "Well, what are you for? Do you want to wrestle some more?" she asked sternly. Crushing my dream girl was out of the question. And I certainly wanted no more wrestling. Perhaps a real man would have just grabbed the uppity girl and bent her to his will. But that was just not me, especially after spending the last hour getting dominated by stronger women. The new part of my personality that enjoyed being pinned by the boss and that got turned on by the bikini storm trooper took over. I fell to my knees and kissed Patty's pretty little feet. She had decisively won the psychological battle of the sexes. Patty became the mistress and I her willing slave. "Ten years ago, when my husband died, he made me promise never to have another man. It has been a tough promise to keep. A girl needs to have a little fun. Plus, you are not really a man. Let's see if we can have some fun." The petite blonde in the skimpy red bikini dragged me over to the sofa by my hair. Never releasing my head, she forced me to service her orally. And I loved it. Paying homage to this beautiful woman seemed like my destiny. She shuddered with long denied pleasures. After about 15 minutes in this position, Patty pushed me onto my back. At first I was horrified that she had rejected me. Instead, the girl removed the remnants of her red bikini. She sparkled like pure perfection. Where as Susan looked too hard and Julie too soft, Patty was just right. Her luscious breasts gave way to a small waist and wide hips. A small mound of blonde hair covered her feminine treasure. She proceeded to rear face sit her new slave. A couple of hours ago, I would have found this position revolting and demeaning for a real man. But now I enjoyed having my nose buried in her gorgeous butt. Patty teased and tortured my very aroused manhood. She proved to be an expert in the field of climax prevention at least on my part. Patty suffered thru at least two more bouts of wracking pleasure in this unusual position. It all ended very quickly. She stopped grinding on my slick face and looked at her watch. "I gotta go." Patty said matter of factly. She jumped up, donned the red bikini, bent down and kissed the dry spot on my forehead. "Hope you had fun. I sure did." The beautiful woman left before I could answer. While it had been a wonderful experience, she left me high and dry. I desperately needed relief and considered taking matters into my own hands. But I just could not do such a thing in my boss's basement. I tried to relax for a few minutes but it didn't help much. So I donned the speedos as best as possible given my lingering stiffness and made a bee line for the privacy of home. I got as far as the top of the basement stairs.