A Battered Husband
By Madcat
Scott turns to his young secretary to teach him the manly art of self-defense.


Amy arrived at the office early. She always got there before everyone else.
Her goal was to have every ready for her boss. He didn't come in until nine,
but by 7AM the girl was already hard at work making out his daily schedule.
Next came legal briefs, coffee and a computer back-up.

Part of this routine was Amy's industrious nature. She had always been hard
working and a ferocious organizer. But there was more to it. Amy had a crush
on her young boss. At only 32 years old, Scott was next on the list to made
partner at the law firm. He had a stellar legal record and matched his girl
for hard work. Amy finally had a boss she respected.

Naturally, that was just part of the story. Amy thought Scott to be drop dead
gorgeous. From the moment they interviewed, she fell in love with him. Scott
didn't possess classic Marlboro man good looks. Instead, he had almost an
elfin beauty: tall, slim, and elegant. It didn't bother Amy that he wasn't a
brawny, hairy ape. She liked his grace, his long brown hair, and his piercing
blue eyes.

There was just one little problem with Scott Hamilton. That would be Mrs.
Hamilton and a squad of little Hamiltons. Her dream guy was married with
children. Like any good husband, Scott never more than flirted with his 26
year old secretary. But Amy held out hope. Even after two years, the girl
never gave up on her dream. She knew her chance would come some day.

Nine o'clock rolled around and Amy ducked into the restroom for a quick
pre-Scott check. She carefully examined her hair, make-up and suit. All of it
needed a quick adjustment. Amy never was one of those fashion girls that could
look fantastic all day long. Her shoulder length brown hair lacked luster. She
only wore make-up for Scott's benefit. And her suits never fit quite right.

At 5-7, Amy was a relatively large gal. Growing up, she always struggled with
her weight. It appeared to be a losing battle until at age 21 she signed up
for karate class. A change took place slowly over time. In fact, Amy almost
missed it. Only when she had to buy new clothes did she come to realize how
much weight she lost.

But like many girls, Amy still saw herself as heavy. So come hell or high
water, the stout brunette attended karate class 3 days a week. She loved the
discipline and organization of the sport. Despite her couch potato start, Amy
had earned a brown belt. Her fat, pudgy body was long gone.

Except maybe for one part: her breasts. She still had fat girl tits and Amy
struggled with them in the restroom. The girl longed to have the small pert
breasts of many of her colleagues, not realizing that many of these same women
coveted her massive melons. She jammed her 42E's into a smaller D cup, but
they just seemed to spill out of her suit jacket. Finally, she undid one
button on the jacket and left.

Amy walked into Scott's office bearing his morning coffee. Immediately, the
attentive young female noticed something amiss. He wore glasses.

"Good morning Mr. Hamilton. I put your schedule for today on your desk." She
said, placing his steaming cup of fresh brewed joe on his desk.

"Yes, thank you, Amy." The young man replied without looking up from his
laptop. His voice sounded wrong, almost hurt.

"Is everything OK, sir?" Amy asked, suddenly alarmed.

"Ah yes. I just have a little eye infection so no contacts today." He said,
looking up and smiling weakly at the girl.

He was lying. She could tell from his voice. Amy had spent the last two years
studying his every move and catering to his needs. She could read him like a
book with large print. Plus, his left eye was not only swollen but black too.
It was no infection. Someone had given her beloved Scott a black eye.

Last week it had been a fat lip, before that, a bump on the forehead and
scratch on the cheek. He always made excuses.

"Who hit you?" the busty brunette blurted out.

"What are you talking about? I said ... " the male stammered.

"I know a black eye when I see one, Mr. Hamilton. The last few weeks you have
been coming in with bruises and scratches. It's almost like Mrs. Hamilton has
been knocking you around a bit." Amy said in a rare display of initiative. She
rarely questioned her boss, let alone interrupted him.

Her last comment was meant in jest but it hit Mr. Hamilton like a pipe bomb.
"How did you know?" he said softly, his head hung in shame.

"I didn't." the girl admitted. "Why do you let her do that to you?"

"Well, that's the thing. I don't." The man said, unable to meet her gaze. But
it sure felt good to get this off his chest. He trusted Amy. "Bree is a very
strong girl and I'm not much of a fighter. She has always liked to get a
little rough with me. I never said anything. Then a month or so ago, we had an
argument about money. Nothing major or so I thought. She wrestled me to the
ground and forced me to submit."

He paused, took a breath and continued, "It's gotten worse. Now she picks
fights with me at every opportunity. And the bitch uses her fists on me. She
knows I can't defend myself."

"Why don't you just call the cops? There are laws ... " Amy started.

"No, Noooo ... Don't even think it. I'd be a laughing stock in the legal
community." Scott said, grabbing her wide shoulders.

"Then leave her." The busty brunette suggested, her pulse quickening at the
thought.

"I'd never get out of the house alive. Don't worry, I'll figure a way out of
this. Just keep it quiet, OK?" the man suggested.

"I can't keep ... " Amy started and then switched gears. "How about if I
taught you some self-defense moves? Something to stop her and protect
yourself."

"You?"

"Yeah, me. I have a brown belt, remember?"

"I forgot."

"I could show you a few quick moves over lunch, let you practice them. In a
week, you should be able to handle your wife."

"I don't know." The male replied. It sounded weird to him to get help from a
girl so that he could fight another girl.

"Come at me." Amy said, sticking out her massive chest. Her great bosom
stained against the buttons of her blouse.

"What?"

"Come at me. Let me show you how effective a few easy moves can be." The girl
suggested, motioning him forward with her hands.

"OK." Scott agreed reluctantly. He reached out to the girl warily. Like any
normal man, the young lawyer feared a truly powerful female. It was bad enough
that his wife had learned to kick the crap out of him. Scott fully intended to
thwart the young lady's moves and show her where women belonged.

Instead, Amy showed Scott a thing or too. She moved with a lethal speed that
belied her size and submissive personality. The male saw a blur of motion and
the next thing he knew, he was on his knees. Amy had his right held straight
up behind him at an awkward angle and his head forced down. In short, he was
completely incapacitated.

"So, what do you think?" the girl asked, totally in control.

"It seems effective." The male was forced to admit from his knees.

"So, are we on for lunch?" Amy asked, still holding her dream man down,
totally at her mercy, she could have her way with him if ...

"OK, sure. Maybe a few karate moves will do the trick." Scott groaned. The
pressure on his arm caused a stabbing pain in his shoulder. He asked
irritably, "Could you let me go now?"

"Oh, sorry sir, I just ... " the busty girl stammered, her creamy white skin
flushed.

"Don't worry about ... " Scott replied as he rolled over and looked up at his
personal secretary. His train of thought wandered as he gazed at her giant
melons. As big ones go, they were no surprise to the young man. He had seen
and admired them out of the corner of his eye for two years now. But, somehow,
they seemed ever larger from his lowly perspective. And, he could be mistaken,
but two bullet hard, .44 magnum nipples adorned her twin peaks.

As the pause morphed into an embarrassing silence, Scott looked at his
secretary sexually for the first time. Outside of her incredible bosom, he had
never considered the girl attractive. At best, she had a plain face and an
ungainly body. Scott usually preferred the nubile young cheerleader or fashion
model type and married one. But from his new perspective ...

"Here, let me help you, sir." Amy said, breaking the silence. She stuck out
her had and helped her boss to his feet. "Noon, sir?"

"For what?" he replied, still a bit confused.

"The karate lesson."

"Yeah, sure." He replied staring at her chest. Those were nipples!

"Wear shorts and a tee shirt. We can use one of the empty offices at the end
of the hall." Amy said, suddenly in a hurry to leave.

She breezed out of his office and back into the restroom. A warm, fuzzy
feeling bubbled up inside her as Amy retreated into a stall. She removed her
jacket, just to cool down, and for some reason touched her breasts. They were
big, almost swollen, her nipples hard like rocks. Her breathing became short
and shallow as she remembered Scott on his knees. Soon, one hand found its way
downtown, her only companionship these past two years ...

The usually efficient Amy got nothing done that morning. Luckily, she was so
far ahead on all her assignments, it didn't really matter. The young woman
could think of nothing else but her upcoming time alone with her wonderful
boss.

But one little thing bothered her about Scott's tale of woe. Bree Hamilton was
a pretty. middle aged, ex-cheerleader. She stood maybe 5-4 and weighed about
120. Amy had met the vile witch on two occasions. While the woman possessed a
tight, toned body and the best breasts money could buy, it seemed ludicrous
that Bree could over power her six foot tall husband.

Also, he said something to the effect of "She has always liked to get a little
rough with me." What the hell did that mean? How? What? When? Where? Amy's
inquiring mind wanted to know. She got the feeling there was more to the
story, a lot more.

She changed in to her karate duds at just before noon. This was not unusual as
the woman often used the empty offices to practice. On a whim, Amy removed her
jacket and belt. This might be her one and only chance with Scott. She wore a
plain gray tank top covering her big, female chest.

"Sorry I'm late." Scott said as he breezed in a few minutes later. He almost
blew it off. The whole idea seemed ridiculous. But when he looked at her big
jugs, the man forgot his pervious concerns. Unfettered by Amy's conservative
attire, they looked awesome, even causing her top to hang very loosely over
her stomach.

Another strange silence descended on the co-workers as she eyed his attire.
Scott wore his running outfit: small, silky shorts and loose fitting muscle
shirt. Only he didn't have any of them, muscles that is. He looked lean,
smooth and oh so sweet.

"Ready?" she asked with a rare smile.

"Yeah."

"Let me walk you thru the take down I used this morning. Come over and grab me
again." The girl ordered. It felt good to be bossing the boss around for a
change.

She took him thru the move step by step. First the wrist twist, force the arm
up, then the head down and simultaneously trip. Amy performed it effortlessly
on her boss. Scott struggled mightily when he tried to perform it on his
secretary. He simply lacked the strength and the coordination to pull it off
on a girl of Amy's size.

It answered her first question. Scott was a weakling. While he jogged and took
reasonable care of himself, the slender man possessed no strength what so
ever. Any girl in decent shape could overpower him despite his size. Scott's
height gave him the illusion of power but it was just an illusion.

After 15 minutes, they switched to a block and throw. Amy demonstrated it on
her boss. He threw a punch. She blocked it, twisted and sent the surprisingly
light male flying across the room.

"Did you see how I did that?" she said, hands on her hips.

"Yeah." Scott lied. He got up, visibly shaken from the hard landing. It was
slowly dawning on the young man the true extent of his inferiority to women.
Not only could his wife take him, so could his bookish secretary.

"Try it on me." Amy requested. She threw a nice slow punch with her big meaty
arm. Scott got the block right, any idiot could have done that. But he stopped
there, unsure of his next move.

"Wrap my arm with yours, like this." The girl showed him, using her free hand
to guide his arm around hers. His hand came to rest on the side of her left
breast. Any move that put his hands on her breasts was good.

"Got it?" she asked with a big smile. He nodded.

"Now throw me." Amy commanded reluctantly. She wanted to get both his hand on
her chest.

But skinny Scott could not get her airborne. He tried and tried, but nothing.
Finally she gave him a little jump and he managed to flip her. But Scott knew
that she was patronizing him.

The big girl rolled perfectly to her feet. "Let me show you one more time."
She suggested.

"Nah, I think I got that one."

"Come on, don't be afraid." The busty brunette teased.

"I'm not afraid." Scott protested. The foolish man stuck his hand out in a
simple gesture. It was more than enough for Amy. He went for another plane
ride, but without the cushy seats.

"Hey, don't do that." Scott protested angrily from the ground. He stayed on
his hands and knees to recover his equilibrium.

Amy came up behind him and lifted him up by his arm pits. "Lets take a quick
break." She said softly, enjoying the feel of his scantily clad body against
her.

A little annoyed, Scott slipped out of her grasp. "Well, you certainly know
your karate."

"I've been studying it for five years. Its changed my life." The girl said,
undressing the man with her eyes. "Scott, earlier you said that your wife
always liked to get rough with you. What did you mean by that."

The lawyer blushed. "It's kind of personal."

She looked up into those deep blue eyes. "Tell me. It might make you feel
better if you get it off your chest."

Scott nodded. "OK. Bree always liked to wrestle before we, well, er, ... "

"Before you had sex?" Amy interjected. The warm, fuzzy feeling made a comeback
at the mere mention of the word.

"Yeah," he said, smiling. "Even back in college, she could hold her own
against me. She was a little wildcat. On the outside miss goody two shoes, but
back in the bedroom she could be cruel. Since that time, Bree has gotten much
better. And stronger. Following the birth of our last child, she started
working out every day. I haven't won a fall from her in five years."

Amy tingled all over as he finished his story. She wanted to ask more but
dared not to. "Maybe we should concentrate the last half of the lesson on
grappling. If you could beat her in one of your pre-love making battles, that
might teach her who's the boss."

"OK." The male agreed.

"Come at me again. Like you mean it." The busty brunette signaled.

"Are you sure?" Scott asked. "I'm a much better wrestler than kung fu guy."

"I can handle it." Amy said, suppressing a laugh.

"OK." He said. The tall male faked left and came in from the right. Amy, a
little over confident, bit on his feint. Scott got a hold of her strong thigh
and took the big girl down.

They ended up doggy style on the floor with the male on top. His hands folded
on her young breasts. "Gotcha." Scott whispered proudly in her ear.

Amy didn't know what to do. She liked the current state of affairs quite
nicely. A part of the young woman wanted to roll over and let him take her.
But it was Amy's job to teach and train Scott about self-defense. So the buxom
secretary waited for her handsome boss to make the next move.

He did so reluctantly. Leaving her soft bosom was exceedingly difficult. He
felt a little guilty about feeling her up like that, but wrestling was a close
contact sport. His left hand went to her ankle. With a grunt, Scott flipped
the amazingly solid young woman. He thought a redeeming male victory was just
moments away.

She exploded in a blur. Amy's left arm came around as he flipped her and
caught Scott by the neck. Using her superior strength and an element of
surprise, the girl tossed the male over her prone body. She rolled partially
on top of him, still holding his neck and pressing her massive jugs in his
face. There would be no male redemption today.

"Wrestling is all about using the opponent's momentum against him." Amy
lectured the man trapped in her giant breasts. She liked this position even
more than the last one. Bree's interest in the sport no longer seemed so
strange. "To do that, you must do the unexpected."

"Ah, Amy, I can't breath down here." Scott said in a muffled voice. He kicked
his legs and tried futilely to escape.

"Sorry." The girl said letting him up. "You must plan your moves quickly and
execute them efficiently. Wrestling is extremely taxing. Never waste your
strength."

That was a good lesson for Scott. He looked like hell from the last fall, his
long hair scattered and his breathing rapid. But his shorts caught Amy's eye.
They had fallen an inch or two, just enough to show the loops of his red
thong. It looked so sexy. Her pulse quickened and the warm fuzzies came back
with a vengeance. She couldn't hardly stand it any more.

Scott, resting with his hands on his knees, noticed the change in his
instructor. "I think we better call it a day." The man said, straightening up.

Amy wanted more, so much more. She went to him pulling the man close. Standing
on her tip toes she kissed him for the very first time. It was magical,
everything she ever dreamed it would be.

Things proceeded well at first. Scott instinctively kissed her back and his
hands went to her juicy melons. Her hands invaded his shorts, dropping them
like a bad habit. But when she touched his hardening member, the married man
had second thoughts.

He had never cheated on his wife. In the current climate at his house, the
idea was unthinkable. "Stop!" the male commanded as he tried to back away from
the aggressive female.

Sadly, the silky shorts around his ankles prevented his escape. Scott found
himself falling, his arms flailing. He landed on his cute butt and looked up
at the young woman towering over him.

For a moment, Amy teetered on the brink. Had he managed to stay standing with
some clothes on, the girl may have been able to resist the primal urges. But
Scott just lay there in his pretty little thong with his potent tool sticking
out the top. He was hers for the taking.

"I can't stop." The girl said hoarsely. She dropped her pants and underwear in
fell swoop.

The sight of her naked femininity spurred the male into action. Negotiations
had failed. He leapt to his feet with remarkable dexterity for a tall man and
ran for the door. Where he would run to in his thong was beyond him at the
moment. He just wanted out of the room.

Amy tackled him from behind just as he reached for the door handle. The lawyer
went down hard on his stomach. The next thing he knew, he was being dragged by
his ankles into the center of the little room.

"Don't, please." Scott begged the woman towering over him. He barely
recognized his sweet little secretary.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I can't stop." Amy said as she straddled him. The male
tried to resist but the girl basically ignored it. She reached down and ripped
off his old muscle shirt.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry." The busty brunette whispered as she kissed him
roughly. His bony little fists continue to bounce ineffectually off her solid
flanks.

Then she raped him for over an hour.

At 5 PM, Scott called her into his office. The male sat behind his large desk
in his position of power.

"Amy, do you want to keep your job here?" he asked plainly.

"Yes, sir, I do. I'm really ... " The girl said, shifting nervously.

He cut her off. "Don't be sorry. It was perhaps as much my fault as yours. But
it must never happen again. I'm married and we must maintain a professional
relationship at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." The big chested woman answered, a little confused. How could it
been have his fault? She had been in control the entire time.

"Good. Lets get back to normal. We make a great team." Scott said with his
twinkling blue eyes.

"Are we going to continue our self defense lessons?" Amy asked, hoping he
would say yes.

"No, I don't think it's a good idea."

"I promise, sir, it won't happen again. Its important that you practice so
that you can stand up to Bree."

Scott paused for a moment wondering if the cure wasn't worse than the disease.
"You know that if you repeat that little stunt of yours, I won't be afraid to
fire you."

"Yes, sir."

"OK then, tomorrow at noon." He said, staring at the girl's giant rack.

By 12:30 the next day Scott Hamilton was flat on his back. Amy had pinned him
for the forth time. The girl was nothing short of incredible. She was stronger
than an ox yet quick as a snake. The big brunette never seemed to tire and
handled him with contemptuous ease. He would never have guessed that his sweet
secretary was such a lethal warrior.

His admiration of the young woman didn't end with her fighting abilities. She
had changed in other ways too. For starters, Amy dressed differently. She wore
hip hugger shorts and a sports bra that molded to her voluptuous frame. What
he had previously assumed was fat actually turned out to be shapely female
muscle. Her big, well rounded ass looked as good as her chest.

She talked and walked with a confident swagger. The girl smiled more. She also
wore more make up. In short, Amy looked far more attractive and that had a
predictable effect on the male.

"You did better this time." The buxom brunette explained. "But you must be
careful not to take me head on. I am far too strong that."

She noticed that he wasn't looking her in the eyes. Scott's gaze went slightly
lower to her big tits. Then Amy felt something hard between her legs.

"Mr. Hamilton, are you staring at my boobs?" she asked with the stern look of
a school disciplinarian.

The male panicked. Their iron resolve not to engage in any more intimate
unions seemed to be dissolving. "No," he said too quickly.

"I think you are lying, Mr. Hamilton. I think you have an erection in clear
violation of the protocols we established yesterday." The girl said, grinding
a little on his hardness. She lied too. Amy knew he had a hard on.

"No, no ... "

"Lets see shall we." The girl said as she dismounted him. It was plainly
visible thru his shorts but that wasn't good enough for her. Amy grabbed them
and yanked. "Ahhh-haaa!"

Scott didn't have to look down but he did anyhow. It was big, huge, harder
than he could ever remember, sticking out of his red thong. "I - I - I ... "

"You what, sir? We must take care of this development. It would not be safe to
practice in such condition." She touched him.

And touched him and touched him some more. Amy loved the way he moaned and
shuddered to her caress. The male tried to protest but he quickly became
un-intelligible. Soon Scott spasmed and shot his white seed all over his
cotton muscle shirt.

"That's better." The girl said. "Forget your shorts. Just wear your underwear.
That way I can better keep an eye out for any tell tale signs of a problem."

Scott stood up and carefully removed his soiled muscle shirt. He stood before
the fully clothed woman in just his skimpy red thong. But she was right, he
did feel better, much better. They continued their practice for another twenty
minutes.

The session ended with Scott in a very compromising position. He lay on his
back with his legs jack knifed over his head. Amy pinned him by pressing his
ankles down to the floor. When you are wearing just a thong, this was a very
exposed position indeed.

"It has to be close 1 now. We better call it quits for the day." Scott
suggested, looking up at the girl from an awkward angle.

"You are right. There is just one thing." The busty brunette said. "Its
customary for a student to thank his teacher after class."

"Ah, sure, thanks Amy, you've been super." The man replied, fully cognizant
that she still held him down, his legs spread and his skimpy thong on
prominent display.

"I had something more personal in mind." Amy said as she stood up. The girl
put her hands on hip wide hips and commanded, "Stay there."

The man watched in horror as the girl slid out of her shorts and panties.
"Amy, I thought we agreed, no sex." Scott asked nicely. He now understood that
she called the shots in their little practice session.

Amy rear face sat the handsome young lawyer. She grabbed him by the back of
his knees and lifted his legs high in the air. Just before lowering her hot
juicy mound on to his face the girl explained, "This isn't sex, Mr. Hamilton.
Its just you expressing your gratitude."

His world went black as her powerful ass engulfed his face. Scott soon wished
that she had just raped him again.

They continued their sessions every day that week. Scott would immediately
strip down to his uniform, also called a thong, as soon as they started. A
fully dressed Amy would relieve his sexual tension whenever it manifested
itself, usually 2 or 3 times per day. And they would break 5 minutes early so
that he could thank his teacher properly. Thankfully, she allowed him to
express his gratitude from more customary and comfortable positions.

Late Friday afternoon, Scott cleared off his desk in preparation to go home.
Amy came in and announced she had shut off the computer system and readied the
alarm. She looked quite handsome in her dark suit. The male lawyer as usual
spared a glance at the breasts dominating her chest. He suddenly realized
that, for all of their intimate contact, he had never seen them.

"Thanks, Amy, for every thing. You have been a great help." He said.

"My pleasure, sir. Good luck this weekend." She replied, smiling confidently.
"I'm going home now."

They both did just that. But one of them had a fight on their hands.

It happened Saturday night. Bree came home late, reeking of tequila. Scott
waited for her in bed, wearing just his thong. Saturday night was their sex
night. It had also become his night of pain. He hoped it wouldn't happen
tonight.

But when his wife entered the bedroom and locked the door, he knew she would
get violent.

"Get over here." Bree commanded. She wore a short white skirt that showed
copious amounts of her tanned, muscular body. The female muscles bulged from
her arms, legs and torso. They weren't vascular and cut like a man's, but
smooth and sweet like a woman's. Big breasts and short blonde hair completed
her strong yet sexy look.

The male obeyed her command still hoping that she would not hit him. Scott was
prepared to defend himself now, but the husband and father of 2 had little
faith in his ability to do so.

"Are the kids in bed?" The little blonde spitfire asked, her voice haughty and
just slightly slurred from the alcohol.

"Of course, its after midnight." he replied. They had been in bed for hours.
He stood before the fully dressed woman in just a blue thong. Scott had never
gotten used to the skimpy little things. He much preferred boxers. But Bree
said otherwise. He might have been a powerful attorney in the legal world, but
at home the sweet looking blonde called the shots.

SMACK! She slapped him hard in the cheek, so hard it bought tears to his eyes.
"Don't get smart with me." Bree cursed.

This was her favorite way to start things. Everything that went wrong had to
be his fault. She would slap him around until he tried to defend himself. Then
the powerful blonde would beat the crap out of him. It would end with an
agonizing male apology and her screwing his brains out for the rest of the
night. Make-up sex was her favorite.

He looked down at the woman and clenched his fists. "Don't do that again."
Scott warned.

Bree laughed. Coming from Scott, this was joked. She slapped him again and
said, "What are you ... "

The busty blonde stopped mid-sentence. Her blow never landed. Bree's thong
clad husband had blocked it. Inconceivable.

It got more inconceivable from there. He grabbed her throat and smashed the
little flower of femininity back against the door. "Never do that again!" the
man hissed.

She was shocked and surprised by his sudden display of combat prowess, but the
girl had plenty of fight left in her. She brought up her short but stocky leg
and kicked the slender male in the chest, sending him flying back. "Don't
threaten me." The girl shouted, her big round breasts heaving.

Luckily, Scott landed on the bed. He bounced up ready to give battle. Bree
came straight at him, fists flying. One good hit on his glass jaw and her
wimpy husband would be hers for the rest of the night.

But poor little Bree hit only air. Scott dodged her loopy punch and threw the
bitch forward on to the bed. He fell on her back.

The male needed only to twist one of her sexy little arms behind her back. But
the girl was too strong for him. She broke her arm free and clocked Scott in
the nose with her elbow, momentarily stunning the man. That gave the busty
blonde time to spin around and kick her nearly naked husband in the chest with
both feet. Scott went flying for the second time, crashing into the door.

Bree stood on the bed, her blood boiling. She didn't know what had gotten into
her normally docile spouse but the woman was determined to put him in his
place. Usually his resistance amounted to little more than flailing around.
But this time he challenged her directly and he would pay dearly for that.

Scott slammed into the door and bounced off. He stayed on his feet and came
right back at his wife. Like an untamed animal she leapt at him, landing on
his chest and driving the male back to the door. He slammed into it yet again.

But this time Bree's hands and knees took the brunt of the impact. The girl
yelped in pain and fell unceremoniously to the floor. She landed hard on her
butt and looked up at her husband towering over her with a hurt look on her
pretty face.

He was supposed to do something stupid like offer her aid and comfort. But
something had changed in her man. He reached with his left and grabbed the
strap of her dress. His right fist raised into striking position. "Don't make
me hit you." Scott warned.

He had never struck her, even in the last month when her beatings had become
common occurrences. Fear crept into Bree's mind. She started to cry. "Don't
hit me, please."

This could be a ruse, Scott thought. It looked real but Bree had fooled him in
the past. He would not hit her but Scott had no intention of stopping now. He
grabbed her by the other strap and hoisted the bitch to her feet. For Scott,
that represented a superhuman display of strength.

"I won't hurt you bitch." He swore, calling her that for the first time. "We
are going to have some fun."

Scott forced his stunned wife back on to the bed. With a loud ripping sound he
removed her cotton dress. She was naked now except for a pair of white panties
encasing her muscular loins. The girl was simply spectacular, her breasts
perfect, round and full. She had certainly gotten her money's worth there. His
eyes went to her sexual treasure firmly highlighted against the cotton fabric
of her panties.

A second later her panties lay shredded on the floor. Scott wasted no time
entering her. This was his day now. The female domination had ended. Or so he
thought.

Amy's boss came in early Monday morning and beckoned the fetching young lass
into his office. The girl wore something completely new. Gone was her
traditional business suit. She replaced it with a one piece pink dress,
camisole and high heels. The brunette also sported a new perm and a little
tan. But Scott barely noticed the make-over.

"It was great, Amy, just great. We had a fight Saturday night and I kicked
Bree's ass." The male boasted happily. He clasped her strong shoulders like a
long lost friend.

A smile burst across Amy's face too. "Awesome. So what's next? Are you going
to leave her?" she popped the big question.

"No. Hell, no. It saved our marriage. Bree has been great. She's like a new
woman. And I have you to thank for it." Scott admitted.

His young secretary almost puked. Saved his marriage? That wasn't the plan at
all. "What about us?" the buxom brunette asked.

The lawyer took a step back, suddenly realizing he had entered an emotional
minefield. "Amy, there is no us. I thought we talked about that last week."

"But I thought you liked me. All last week we ... "

"I do like you Amy. But I'm married. I'm spoken for. You need to find yourself
a young, SINGLE man. You helped me thru a tough time and I thank you for that.
But anything we had is over."

"This isn't fair ... " Amy started, tears welling up in her eyes. All of this,
the new dress, hair, everything she had done for him. And the dumb ass didn't
even notice. The brunette took a step towards her boss.

Scott saw it as a threatening step. He, more than any man, knew what this
chick could do. With her 4" heels, she seemed almost gigantic. Memories of the
rape came poring back into his mind. But the man knew better than to show
weakness. This was his ground, his place of power.

"I think you better go now and think things thru." The male said, standing
bravely in front of his secretary. "If you can't deal with it, I'll right you
an excellent letter of recommendation."

The girl almost fell over. He wanted to fire her now? Two years of faithful
service and this was it? Amy clenched her fists and marched out of his office.
He was right, she did need to think this thru.

Shaking his head, Scott retreated back to his desk. He had a full morning
ahead of him and really didn't need this crap. When the man sat down, he got a
big surprise. An odd fullness emanated from his groin. It couldn't be. Scott
touched himself and found that he had a raging hard on.

Amy made a bee line for the restroom. There the waterworks started. But the
big girl quickly reined in her rampant emotions. Other office girls would see
her and soon things would be all over the company. Her female colleagues, even
the lawyers, always treated her as an outsider. Amy's lack of love life had
spawned nasty rumors that she was a lesbian. Her new fashion statement for the
day already had tongues wagging. Amy had no friends or confidants to go to.

So the loner dried her eyes and fixed her make-up. Then she went back to her
desk and plotted her revenge. Old Scotty boy would get his comeuppance.

Meanwhile, at the posh little fitness club, Bree pumped iron. Not big iron by
most standards, but for a little 120lb housewife, she rocked. 25lb dumbbell
curls. 100lb bench press. 400lb leg press. All of this she did after her
morning's kick boxing class. Needless to say, Bree was pumped. She wore a sexy
little red leotard that showed off her bulging female muscles and her ample
breasts to great affect.

Lustful glances from the men and envious ones from the women followed her
every sensual move. But the bodacious blonde no longer cared. All she thought
about was Scott. The weekend had been incredible. They did it all night
Saturday, dropped the kids off at grandma's and did some more Sunday
afternoon. Her hubby was insatiable and that brought out the best in Bree. It
was like being in high school all over again.

She had to have him. The thought made her warm and tingly all over. It was 10
AM now, if she hurried home, the busty little blonde could, shower, change
into something sexy and make it to Scott's office by noon. A little afternoon
delight would cheer up his day and hers.

Amy was anything but cheerful. She typed out her resignation letter and
cancelled Scott's 4PM appointment. That's when the buxom brunette planned to
lay it on his desk. She also planned to give the boss one last karate lesson,
one that he would never forget.

Time seemed to be passing ever so slowly for the karate girl. Part of it was
her angst over the split with Scott. But a lot of it was due to the sudden
increase in traffic by her desk, male traffic to be more precise. They kept
popping by to say hello, ask for help with the copying machine, or just
inquire as to her day. Most were young attorneys; tall, handsome and
articulate. Even Mr. Kelso, the senior partner, stopped and exchange
pleasantries. She hadn't talked to him in six months.

Many girls would have found this attention flattering, but not Amy. It just
seemed annoying. The girl desperately wanted attention from the one man she
could not have. So when one young lawyer came over and put his hand on her
bare shoulder, asking for a file they both knew she didn't have, Amy lost her
well-heeled composure.

"That file is in the computer library, David. And please take your hand off my
shoulder." Amy said nastily. The little jerk was behind her looking down her
low cut dress. God, wearing this thing today was a huge mistake.

"Relax, lighten up. You want to go out for lunch?" the meat head asked.

It was her third invitation that day. But Amy wasn't very hungry. The girl
stood up and removed the man's hand herself. They were normally about the same
height, but Amy towered over little David in her heels. The busty brunette
didn't release his hand. Instead, she twisted it firmly.

The male knew right away that he was in dire straights. "You are hurting my
hand." He squealed softly, not wanting to draw any undue attention.

"That's right. And if you touch me again, I'll break it off and shove it up
your ass." Amy said politely. She glanced over and spotted a couple other
potential suitors staring at the developing situation.

"Yes ma'am." David gulped. This buxom lass no longer looked so lovely.

"Goodbye and don't come back." The big chested secretary said, staring at the
other two men. They got the hint and scrambled away with David. That should
take care of anymore annoying men stopping by. With an evil grin, Amy turned
around and saw Bree standing at her desk.

"Mrs. Hamilton?" Amy said, reeling with surprise. This was the last person she
wanted to see at the moment. The perky little blonde wore a skimpy white
sundress.

"Amy?" Bree asked almost incredulously. It looked like Amy but then again,
not. This girl seemed almost pretty, tall and curvaceous. Nothing like she
remembered.

"Yes, Mrs. Hamilton, what can I do for you?" The brunette asked, her voice
hardening. What a slut. Married women shouldn't dress like that, Amy thought
as she inspected Bree's well tanned and very deep cleavage.

"I'm here to see Scott. Is he in?" Bree replied, not giving the impertinent
young secretary a second thought. She had her eyes on a different prize.

"Yes, I do believe he is. Go on in." Amy answered with as much control as she
could muster.

"Thanks. Nice dress by the way. You look wonderful in it." Mrs. Hamilton said
as she whirled away.

Amy plunked back down in her chair, head reeling. Sweet little Mrs. Hamilton
had no idea how close she had come to getting her very own black eye. The
secretary stared at her boss's door waiting for the couple to come out on
their way to lunch. Amy didn't know what she would do but ...

It took the young lady 5 minutes to realize that the couple wasn't going to
lunch. The gleam in the little blonde's eye told the rest of the tale. They
were doing it in there, right under Amy's nose. Her blood began to boil.

Meanwhile, Scott had forgotten all about his secretary problems. He loved
Bree, he always had. From the first moments they met, Scott knew she was the
one. He also loved her fake breasts, the way they seemed to explode off her
chest. The man nuzzles and kissed them hungrily. Bree's dress was pulled down
to her stomach while his clothes lay scattered about the floor. He could feel
his manhood straining against the fabric of the red thong, his only remaining
article of clothing.

"F--- me, baby, f--- me. Right here on your desk." The blonde bitch wailed as
the lust over took her.

The counselor was normally a conservative young man, not given over to wild
passion. But not this time. His wife's excitement was contagious. He picked
her up and placed the woman on the desk, their intimate organs touching
playfully. Then the slender male saw her ghost like, standing in the middle of
the room.

"Amy?" Scott said incredulously.

"Yes sir. You do know that all sexual contact is forbidden on company
property." The secretary stated.

Bree panicked at the sound of the stranger's voice and quickly pulled up her
white dress to cover her perfect breasts. Scott got forceful. "Get out. Now!"

The busty brunette basically ignored his command and came closer. "What if I
don't? Will you kick me out?" she asked while walking around the side of his
desk.

"No, but I'll have security do it." The lawyer said, picking up the phone.

"Sure, sweety, go ahead. I'd love to sit sown with Mr. Kelso and explain every
thing to him. I'm sure he would be very interested in our latest activities."
Amy countered, leaning next to Bree on the desk, her eyes traveling to the
great male bulge in Scott's thong.

Call it female intuition but the blonde knew that there was something between
her husband and his secretary. Scott gently put the phone down. Amy's new
look, it all made some sense now. "What's going on here?" Bree demanded.

Scott dutifully ignored his wife. One pressing problem at a time, he thought.
Being a skilled negotiator, the male decided to pursue that route. Of course,
being virtually naked in front of the two fully clothed and potentially
hostile women started Scott at a huge disadvantage. But he had to try. There
just wasn't any other option at the moment.

"What do want?" he asked calmly as the brunette peeled off his skimpy little
thong with her eyes.

"I want to see the big fight." Amy demanded.

"What?"

"I want to see you and your wife fight. The winner can walk away proudly. The
loser gets 10 whacks." Amy said, removing her belt and striking her hand.

"You can't be serious." Scott blurted out, his hard cock twitching nervously
at the thought.

"I'm very serious." Amy said, running her hand down his smooth chest. It
stopped just shy of his throbbing manhood. You could cut the sexual tension in
the room with a chainsaw.

"I'm not fighting my husband for you, bitch." Bree exclaimed, her eyes
widening as the other woman's hand hovered close, too close, to her husband's
big tool.

"OK, I'll just call Mr. Jacobs and see if he can come down here and straighten
this mess out." Amy replied, truly enjoying herself.

"No, don't. We'll do it. Then you'll leave, right?" Scott asked, trying to
negotiate an end to the ordeal. It seemed easy. They could have a little
battle. Scott would be the gentleman and let his wife win.

"Sure. There's work to do." Amy said. She breezed her hand across his bulging
erection before caressing his cheek.

"You can't be serious?" Bree demanded of her husband. She jumped off the desk
to confront him, hands on her hips, and her firm breasts struggling to break
free of the white sundress.

"We don't have a choice." He replied, grabbing her strong shoulders. "Trust me
on this."

"Bull, just throw the bitch out of the office." The little blonde demanded.
"But have her leave the belt. I think I might have a use for it."

Startled by Bree's sudden aggression, Scott tried to explain things by taking
her hands, "I can't do that sweety, Amy's, well, much too strong. She'd kill
me."

His wife wasn't buying any of it. She tossed his hands aside and said, "So,
you would rather fight me than her. Well, bring it on then."

The fiery little blonde moved to the center of his office, kicking furniture
out of the way. Scott was too stunned to respond. The old Bree had returned.
The boss realized that Amy had succeeded. This was what the younger woman
wanted.

His wife spun around and taunted him. "Come on, tuff guy. Afraid of a little
girl?"

Part of him was. She had bested him so many times over the last decade that he
could never forget. Saturday's male victory seemed more like a statistical
anomaly. Scott simply stood there watching her rippling limbs and dominating
breasts.

"Get out there. Show me what you got, champ." Amy said, pushing the male to
the other side of the desk.

"We don't have to do this." Scott croaked fearfully.

"You just said we had to, you freakin' idiot." Bree said as she put her head
down and charged her husband.

The male just stood there with a deer in the headlights look. It seemed quite
impossible but the beautiful little blonde in the delicate white sundress
drove the man back to his desk in a storm of female fury. Scott howled as the
back of his bare rump hit the rim of the hard walnut trim.

It galvanized him into resisting. But, sadly, the old Scott had returned too.
He just flailed wildly about as Bree took care of business. With righteous
fury powering her arms, the girl bent him over backwards. She grabbed Scott's
wrists and firmly planted them beside his ears. The smaller woman had her
nearly naked husband pinned to the top of the desk, his legs spread almost
sexually around her luscious body.

"Now, do you want to explain to me what the hell has been going on in this
office?" Bree shouted at her frightened husband.

"Nothing really. She just showed me a few karate moves." Scott replied, still
struggling. But the man couldn't budge his arms. His beautiful wife seemed to
have the strength of ten men. He looked down to see his big purplish thing
staring uselessly back at him.

"That's not exactly true." Amy said, sitting on the other side of the desk and
stroking Scott's forehead. "Your husband liked to wrestle in just his thong.
He would encourage me to, how should I say, milk him whenever he got too
excited. Then at the end of practice, he would thank me with his head between
my legs. He is quite good with his tongue. Don't you love it when he jerks it
in and out real fast."

Scott watched his wife's expression go from angry to demonic. She had listened
to the bigger girl's apt description and instantly saw the truth in it. Scott
had learned his skillful ways from many hours spent between Bree's stout legs.
The thought of him servicing another woman poured gasoline on her raging fire.

"YOU BASTARD!" the blonde cried as she grabbed his ankles and yanked the male
off the desk with incredible force.

He grunted in pain when his head smacked into the floor. For a second, Scott
thought he might loose consciousness. It would have been a blessing at that
point.

"GET UP AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!" Bree ordered, her fists bared like an old
fashion boxer.

The male knew the score and got to his feet. But he was in no shape to fight a
veteran like his wife. Scott's legs could barely support his weight and his
manhood stuck out like a useless spear. But such details didn't matter. His
lovely wife would beat him to a pulp anyways.

POW! BAM! BIFF! And so it began. Bree barraged him with her small but hard
fists. Scott tried to dodge but was just too slow. The first punch cut into
his soft flank, the next into his flat stomach. Scott bent over and she hit
him with a left-right combo to the chin that sent the male sprawling, ending
the fight almost before it started.

The muscle blonde straddled her husband's shoulders as he lay spead eagle on
the floor. She grabbed his head and forced it up to her waiting crotch. "Eat
me, you son of a whore, eat me." The blonde commanded in a very familiar tone.

Scott barely knew which planet he was on. But the man clearly understood what
was expected of him now. He recognized her by taste and smell alone. The
counselor proceeded to service his wife thru her white, cotton panties.

Bree, for her part, glared at Amy. A part of the blonde wanted to wipe that
smile off the bigger girl's face. But the confidant look in Amy's eyes plus
the other woman's board shoulders gave her pause for concern. She thought
better of it. Without waiting for a climax, Bree tossed her husband's head
back down and stood up.

"Goodbye Scott and don't come home if you know what's good for you." Bree said
as she grabbed her purse and stormed out of the office.

Amy came over and helped her battered boss to his feet. She brazenly tucked
his stiff manhood back into his thong.

"I think we need to continue our lessons. She whipped you pretty good." The
girl joked.

"I - I - I let her win." Scott replied, still a little confused.

"Sure you did." Amy replied. "Now turn around and put your hands on the your
desk."

"Why?"

"So I can whip you." The busty brunette replied happily.

"Noooo," the male protested. "You've won. You've destroyed my marriage. Don't
hurt me anymore."

"This is going to hurt me, Mr. Hamilton, more than it hurts you. But I have to
do it. You won't respect me otherwise. That's how we got into this mess in the
first place. Now bend over or I'll make you bend over." Amy said, cracking the
whip.

Scott got the message loud and clear. He bent over and spread his legs ever so
slightly. His busty secretary completed his humiliation by grabbing his balls
from behind.

"Stick your butt out further, sir." The girl commanded. She used the honorary
title mockingly. The male obeyed her.

"You really have a nice ass, sir." Amy complemented him by sticking the tip of
her thumb in his you-know-where. Scott jumped but he also moaned with
unexpected pleasure.

"You like this, don't you, sir." She asked while continuing to fondle him.

"Yes - oh - Yes."

"Good," the vixen replied, removing her hand. "After every whack, I want you
to ask me for another, understand sir?"

"Yes Amy."

CRACK! The belt singed across his bare ass cheeks

"Amy, can I have another please?" The male cried out.

"You learn fast, sir." Amy complimented him.

CRACK!

"Amy, can I have another please?" And so it continued until the 10th.

"Very good, sir." The big chested girl said looking down at her crimson
handiwork. "If I were you, I'd wouldn't sit down much today."

"I'll take that advice." He replied with a forced smile. "I did my part. Its
time for you to leave."

The man turned to her and looked into her deep brown eyes. She didn't leave.
Instead, they just stared at each other for a minute, her in her pink business
dress, him in his skimpy blue thong. Scott wonder if he had the will to resist
what was coming. Amy summoned the courage to do it.

"There's just one other thing." The secretary said, reaching behind her dress
and unzipping it. She never hated him. Amy loved him and she never wanted
anyone more.

Scott's eyes bugged out as the dress fell away. His busty secretary wore white
stockings, a garter belt and a push up bra. But the panties were curiously
missing.

"No, please. I said we are thru." The male complained, backing up. He ran
smack dab into his desk, his seat of power. Scott knew they were anything but
thru.

Amy reached over and grabbed his bulging thong. With a flick of her wrist, it
snapped open, releasing his potent tool.

"Don't play hard to get, sir." The girl said as she came to him, pressing her
firm body against his simmering man flesh.

"Stop! Stop!" Scott insisted futilely. He pounded her strong arms with weak
little girl punches. But the male was just role playing now. He needed the
female as much as she needed him.

"I can't stop." Amy repeated over and over again as she forced the male back
on to the top of his desk. Then she took him, just as she did at this same
time one week ago.

When it was all over, Scott lay draped over the desk with Amy still straddling
his loins. His neck, shoulders, back and rear ached from this humiliating
position. He looked up at her smiling but drained face. "What am I to do?
Where can I go tonight?" The attorney at law asked.

"You can go to my place, sir." Amy replied.

The male just nodded as he gazed weakly at her EE's in the white bra. Scott
still hadn't seen 'em yet!