Silence of the Amazons, Part 1
By Madcat
A who-done-it tale of amazon proportions.


Jack Hutchinson and Karen Simpson sat in their car and ate lunch. Usually fun
and flirtatious, today's discussion differed dramatically. They had spent the
morning at yet another murder scene. A handsome young man had been cut down in
the prime of his life, the third in as many weeks. Both cops knew they had a
brutal serial killer on their hands.

"It just doesn't make sense." Jack sputtered, between bites of his hamburger.

"That's cause you aren't listening to me, Hutch." Karen responded using his
popular nickname.

"OK, give me your theory one more time."

"It's a woman doing these murders. Forget what the experts say. As long as we
focus only on male suspects, we won't catch the killer." And Karen really
wanted to solve this case. She had only been a detective for six months. The
30 yr old blonde really liked the chance to show her stuff.

"That's bull. Serial killers are always male. Plus, all our victims were big
strong men. The killer beat each to a pulp before suffocating them. We need to
... "

"Yes, but each victim showed signs of sexual assault. Yet the only semen we
find is that of the victim. There is no sign of forced entry. And none of the
dead men had any known homosexual proclivities. All the evidence points to a
heterosexual killer. And, since the dead men are, well, men, that means the
killer is a woman."

Jack felt his frustration level rising with his pretty, young partner. He
usually got the job of breaking in new detectives. The middle aged man had
surprising patience and compassion for a cop. This earned him the honor of
training the rookies. Jack didn't mind too much. He enjoyed basic police work
and hated the office politics that accompanied climbing the ladder of power.
But this case was getting to him. Not being the lead detectives, Jack and
Karen faced yet another afternoon of tracking down male friends of the
deceased looking for possible leads. Both cops knew instinctively that this
was a dead end.

"That's just not the way the world works. Women don't murder men by beating
the piss out them. They use a gun or knife. Now lets focus on more realistic
theories."

"Maybe the woman was bigger or stronger than the men? If so, that narrows the
field of suspects dramatically. Probably not more than a handful of female
suspects capable of taking down such large males. We could catch this chick
... "

"Drop it!" Jack shouted back with a little more irritation than he intended.
The detective really enjoyed working with the younger woman and had never
gotten angry with her in the past.

"You don't think a woman can do this to a man. Do you Hutch?" Karen replied,
un-intimidated.

"No I don't. So lets ... "

"I'll make you a bet. We waste this afternoon tracking down these useless
leads as per our instructions. Tonight you and I will wrestle. If I can
convince you that a woman can over power a strong male, then tomorrow morning
we go looking for the real killer."

"You want to wrestle me?" he replied incredulously.

"Yep, and don't wuss out on me."

"OK, I'll take that bet. But after I whip your butt, you have to promise to
shut about the woman killer thing." He said without a second thought. The idea
of rolling around with the voluptuous younger woman appealed to the older man.
Jack was married and never cheated on his wife of 15 years. But he could not
deny a certain attraction for his partner. She had short blonde hair, a cute
face and figure that could stop traffic.

The detective fired up the engine of his car and left the fast food
restaurant. He always drove. That was his one and only rule. The male tried to
concentrate on the list of suspects but his mind wandered to the looming mixed
wrestling match. He saw no difficulties in handling the upstart blonde. During
their tenure together, Jack had seen her rough up a number of male suspects.
Karen could definitely hold her own with the boys. But Jack had police
training backed by years of experience on the streets. He stood almost 6 feet
tall and kept in great shape. Still, the concept of battling the opposite sex
intrigued him.

The rest of the day passed without incident. None of their leads bore any
fruit. They shared a late dinner, filled out some reports detailing their lack
of progress, then headed over to Karen's little fitness club. It was dark and
locked up for the night.

"Don't worry, I have a key. The owner lets me work out after hours." Karen
said as they approached the door.

Jack studied the place as he entered. It was a typical of ladies only gyms
that now dotted the landscape. Rows of treadmills and cross trainers lined the
front. A large open area for aerobics dominated the back. Pinks and other
feminine colors decorated the walls and floor.

"I'm not sure I have anything to wear." Jack commented.

"Just wear your boxers, Hutch." The girl replied as she headed into the
changing room.

"I don't wear boxers, just briefs."

"All the better." She chuckled from her secluded little room. Karen had left
the door open so they could continue their talk.

"Just control yourself during the match. Remember I'm a married man." He shot
back light heartedly. The older male quickly disrobed and flirted the idea of
making it with this woman. He loved his wife but their sex life had all but
disappeared. Unfortunately, having an affair with a colleague and a partner
was beyond stupid.

Karen emerged from the changing room wearing a red leotard which highlighted
her delightfully feminine body. There were a few things that she had neglected
to tell her partner. The blonde had been a champion wrestler in high school.
Back then the little tomboy had competed in the 130 lb class. Since high
school, she had blossomed to more than 160 lbs.

Poor Jack never saw her athletic side. He focused on her large D cup breasts
and hour glass figure. Standing there in his small white briefs, the male felt
physically aroused by his gorgeous blonde partner. Things had already started
to get out of control and he hadn't even touched her yet. Jack began to think
that this bet was one big mistake.

"Ah, maybe we should not be doing this. If my wife hears ... "

"This is just between you and me, Hutch. Don't worry. Nothing is going to
happen."

The girl wasted no time in starting the battle of the sexes. Karen didn't want
to give him anymore time to reconsider. But she also did not wish to end the
battle too quickly. So the buxom blonde grabbed his shoulders and tested his
strength.

Jack replied tentatively, not wanting to hurt his female partner. Slowly the
two ratcheted up the power. Much to his surprise, Jack found himself
struggling just to keep pace with his surprisingly strong foe. Her muscles
hardened under his fingers and the girl seemed to weigh a ton. Try as he may,
he could not force her back.

Then the unimaginable happened. The male began to retreat under the enormous
female pressure. His feet slid along the mat. He tried to step up and
re-anchor himself but Karen beat him to the punch. She twisted him sideways
and tossed him head first into the floor.

The girl fell on her fallen foe with practiced precision. It felt great to be
wrestling again after so many years. It felt even better to be winning. Karen
took only a few seconds to flip him over and pin the unfortunate male to the
mat using her ample chest.

The older detective resisted furiously and almost escaped. His dignity
depended on it. But the wily female grapevined his legs and forced him back
down. He could feel her big jugs crushing the air from his lungs and her sex
literally squished his manhood. Defeat had never felt so distinctively
feminine.

"I think I won the bet." Karen declared triumphantly. His firm body felt good
trapped under hers.

Even in defeat, Jack clung tenaciously to the myth of male supremacy. This had
been some sort of fluke. Given another chance, he could set things right.

"OK, you won the first fall. But lets do the best of three. You kinda caught
me by surprise." The defeated man muttered.

"Sure." The girl agreed and stood up. She graciously helped Jack to stand. And
he needed the help. Her partner shook with exhaustion and gasped for air. He
also seemed to be bulging prominently between his legs. Could he be aroused,
she wondered as he rested.

Jack had no time question such things. He focused on winning the next fall. He
just had to prove himself superior. His male pride would just not accept any
other results. Jack did not consider himself to be a chauvinist. He openly
accepted women as equals on the force but some lines were not meant to be
crossed. Jack had never been challenged like this before.

"Ready?" Karen inquired after a couple of minutes.

The male took his hands off his knees and straightened up. "Yes, sure." He
said with a bravado he did not feel. His female foe, dressed in that gorgeous
red leotard, looked so soft and sexy.

Karen noticed his definite arousal as she attacked again. This time the girl
wanted to finish him quickly. It would clearly demonstrate her superior skill
and strength. She went in low and hard for the takedown.

Sadly, Jack had little wrestling experience. He had some police training in
hand to hand combat but those things did not apply to his current predicament.
The inexperienced male failed to crouch and gave Karen an easy target. She
grabbed his left leg and bore him down.

The girl's left hand did something totally unexpected as he fell. It yanked
his briefs down, exposing his wonderfully hard manhood. This move befuddled
even Karen. It was not in any of her wrestling textbooks.

Jack landed heavily on his back with his foe in complete control. He watched
in horror as she quickly took her position atop his chest and pinned his arms
to the ground in a classic schoolgirl pin. Jack fought back desperately but
his well muscled limbs seemed impotent in the face of her brute strength. Only
as he writhed underneath her did Jack realize that he was exposed and fully
aroused!

"I think I won the second fall. Do you want to do another?" Karen teased.

"No." He wheezed with humiliation and exhaustion. She had defeated him totally
in a matter of seconds. But all he could think of was his throbbing tool
buried somewhere under her well rounded butt.

Karen thought about it too. She decided to take the bet one or two steps
further. "So, you concede that I was right. A girl can over power a large,
strong male?"

"Yes. Now let me go." Jack admitted the obvious. He desperately needed to
cover his shameful display of man flesh.

"In a minute. Let's talk about the case first. Imagine our killer just
stripped and over powered a male victim. Just like I did to you. She feels him
becoming aroused so she reaches back and grabs his, umm, erect penis."

Karen released his arms and took his stiff tool in her hand. It felt warm and
alive. Her partner tried to protest this violation but she ignored his feeble
words.

"For the dominant woman this reinforces her desire to feel wanted. It also
allows her to sexually conquer the male." Karen continued her monologue,
acting out her serial killer scenario.

Her hand started to manipulate his massive tool. Jack's futile protests died
away as he succumbed to the buxom blonde's manual skills. In a matter of
seconds, the defeated male spurted all over. Karen yelped in surprise but her
police training took over.

"See, copious amounts of the victim's semen is scattered all over just like
the crime scenes. Now, our killer is feeling aroused too. She wants some
satisfaction and knows just how to get it. So she does this." Karen said as
she scooted up Jack's naked chest and straddled his shoulders.

Usually Jack felt relaxed after a climax but not tonight. Now he felt like he
was staring down the barrel of a gun. Karen's feminine treasure covered by
thin red fabric hung just a mere inch from his lips. He could feel her heat
and smell her desire. Like many police, Jack abhorred oral sex. Out on the
street, it constituted the ultimate act of submission. Pimps, thugs and rogue
cops used it to demonstrate their authority over women or men. Jack knew he
was about to experience the giving side of it for the first time.

The policewoman failed to notice the look of terror on her partner's face as
she gently rubbed her quivering mound over his nose and mouth. Despite still
wearing the leotard, it felt sensational. The killer must have really enjoyed
forcing the males service her in this way, Karen mused silently.

"Many women really enjoy this position. It allows them to feel in control and
explore their own body." The buxom blonde continued her re-enactment. "But
there are dangers. The woman must be careful not to suffocate her partner. Its
not that-that, oooouuuwww."

Karen noticed for the first time how much she enjoyed this bit of in depth
police work. A little embarrassed, she stopped her grinding and dismounted her
very messy partner. He got up slowly.

"Ah, I think we are done here. Go to the bathroom and clean up." She commanded
and led him over to the nearby facilities. Jack silently obeyed her orders.

The girl cleaned up some of the residual mess while she waited for her partner
to emerge from the small bathroom. In a way tonight's events shocked Karen as
much as Jack. Not her wrestling victory, she had beaten many boys on the mats.
But the sexual aspects surprised the young woman. Karen never intended for any
of that to happen. It just did. And based on the mess on the floor and the
tingling sensation between her legs, they both enjoyed it.

Her eyes widened as Jack emerged nude from the bathroom. It had been a long
time since she had an actual man. She had always found Hutch to be attractive.
A part of her wanted to seize the loveable male and take him then and there.
But he was her partner and somebody's husband. She struggled to control
herself.

"Get, ah, your clothes on and go home." Karen ordered. "I'll pick you up at
home at 8AM so we can get an early start looking at some female suspects."

Jack just nodded as he hastily threw on his pants. Getting clothed made him
feel a little more relaxed.

"That was some good, er, detective work. You might be on to something. Do you
need a ride home?" he said trying to get their relationship back to a
professional level.

"No. I'm going to stay and work out a little. See ya." She said, dismissing
him. Karen wanted to be alone for a while.

"Bye," Jack said as he hurried out the door. His drive home ranked as the
worst ever. He could still taste the girl in his mouth. Luckily, his wife had
already retired. Jack snuck into bed but could not get the buxom blonde off
his mind. He began to stiffen again as fresh memories of his naked body under
hers assailed his thoughts. His hand slowly drifted down to assuage this
guilty passion. His fantasy did not end suddenly as the real life event did.
Instead, the busty blonde raped him over and over again.

The female detective ripped out two sets of chest press with 150 lbs. She
never felt this strong before nor this dirty. Sure, she had a strong sex
drive. But Karen never considered herself kinky. What she had done to her
gorgeous hunk of a partner was downright bizarre, she thought while finishing
another set. And yet the tingling remained. The policewoman knew she had to do
something as her fingers sought out her most sensitive place. Soon her back
arched as wave after wave of pleasure coursed thru her trembling body.

Both cops knew tomorrow would bring many changes.