She was blond and powerfully built, at least she looked that way in her pictures. I had read the stories about her on the internet. How strong she was, how well trained, blah, blah, blah. This got on my nerves something awful. Now I've got nothing against muy thai kick boxing. It's a great striking art. Maybe the best. It's just I don't think any striker, no matter how good stands a chance against a good grappler. That's why I love Hoyce Gracie and Frank Shamrock. Awesome grapplers and the worlds best fighters. So I emailed her and said basically, I think I can take you. Okay, fairly immature, sure. But I was in a weird mood and tired of this feminist wicca goddess bull crap. I figured she'd ignore me but maybe it would irritate her a little. I figure my overall happiness quotient improves everytime I profoundly bug the hell out of someone. But she surprised me. I'll admit it. I never expected her to respond, let alone agree to my challenge. She gave a time, place and proposed rules. I was impressed, astonished, shocked and appalled. I read the rules, first the standard clauses: no groin shots, no fish hooking (gouging) and no biting. Winning would be by knockout or submission. That was it. No other rules. I liked it. I emailed her my agreement. I had mailed her from my herbal assault account, and that would be the name I would meet her under. It was one of my many anonymous false name accounts. I wouldn't want her to be vengeful after my victory and ruining my life, tracking down credit cards and shit. I reconsidered her place, it was her private dungeon. I'd have to fly there. Luckily she picked a weekend date I could swing. I'd have to miss an SCA event, but as this one had no fencing tournament I figured it was worth missing. I could fly in late Friday night, meet her Saturday evening for the fight and fly back Sunday afternoon. (Allowing for much post victory boozing and morning hangover. I once flew on a hangover, and if you know of a severer torture be sure not to tell me about it.)
The plane ride was nice. For once my back didn't act up so it was just a pleasant little nap between California and Florida. I had an old Coast Guard buddy in Jacksonville who met me at the airport. His name was Jon and he was a big guy, about a foot taller than me, and his 200 plus frame was easy to make out amongst the crowd of greeters awaiting any plane.
"How you been, buddy?" I asked him.
"All right, how's by you?"
"Five by five." I said which was radioman talk for loud and clear but also meant no worries in an Aussie kind of way.
"So you want to fight before we get drunk or after?"
"Before" I said "I've got a big fight tomorrow and I don't want you taking advantage of the fact I'm drunk to land a few haymakers."
He grinned and drove me to the base gym. He'd brought two pairs of boxing gloves and we sparred for about a half hour. He knocked me down 4 or 5 times because a. he's bigger and stronger than me and; b. boxing isn't really my strong suit. Not that he's that great a boxer, but an extra foot of reach and 75 pounds of weight advantage will usually carry the day, all things being equal.
After the room had stopped spinning from the last punch he'd landed we hit the showers and shortly after our favourite bar.
"Hooters?" he had asked grinning from ear to ear.
"Hooters!" I'd replied, not grinning so much because 1. my face still hurt, and 2. because I'd lost I had to pay for the meal and drinks. Just one of the reasons I hate to lose.
"Care to bet double or nothing in a wrestling match?" I'd asked him. He'd just looked at me and grinned for awhile. Then he'd asked me if "I thought he was as dumb as I looked?" and since my head had taken a pounding by the time I'd figured out I'd been insulted we were halfway to Hooters. We ogled and flirted with the girls in their tight white t-shirts and even tighter orange pants. Then we drank more, flirted more and ogled more. I got my face slapped when I asked a blond waitress what her cup size was, but it was kind of a gentle slap and I made a mental note to ask her for her phone number before we left.
"So you really challenged a local dominatrix to a no holds barred match?"
"Yeah" I said. "What's so odd about that?" He shook his head because he'd known me long enough to know I really didn't see anything odd about it.
"Which one?" he asked.
"Mistress Fiona." I told him. "Mistress Fiona?"
"Did I stutter?"
"You don't want to fuck with her man. She's a local legend in these parts."
"Big fucking deal." I said.
"You remember Brian Nutter?"
"Yeah, engineering officer type, buddy of mine. What about him?"
"Well, he saw a couple of her posters and the whole Satanist thing bugged him. You know how he was all religious and all."
"Yeah I know. Again, so what?"
"Well he figured it'd look good for the yeah god crowd if he challenged her to a public martial arts demonstration."
"I hate it when me and him think alike."
"Well you know what they say "Small minds think alike."
"I thought it was great minds think alike."
"I never say that."
This was making my head hurt even more. "So what happened in this public match?" I asked him.
"She kicked the living crap out of him. Now he reports to her dungeon for re-
education every week and has been for the past year."
"Holy shit! No wonder I haven't heard from him in like a year."
"Great deduction Sherlock. It couldn't be because you never write or call unless you need a ride."
"Fuck you asshole. I went to his wedding." "Oh yeah, his wife goes once a week too. Not on the same day though."
"Does the base captain know about this?"
"If he does he ain't saying anything."
"Now I've got to beat her, and I've got to get her to let him go free. Hey how come you never went to her dungeon?"
"A. Because I'm not into sick power exchange shit like you are and B. because I've got this stripper girlfriend who's into laytex and handcuffs and says if I ever let another girl tie me up it's over."
"Oh" I said because that made sense. "Can you sleep with other girls?"
"Of course, she's not the jealous type."
"Oh" I said again because that didn't. "Lets get back to the drinking." I said. He agreed and I did manage to get the phone number of the blond girl who slapped me. Then we went back to his house and took turns in the bathroom puking up a mixture of hot wings and beer.
Bright Florida sunshine poured through the open windows and gently lit the room. And hurt like hell. "Shut that damn light off!" I yelled out to no one in particular.
"It's the sun." he said calmly. I opened my eyes (a mistake) and daggers of pain stabbed through my temples and into my brain, repeatedly. "Make it stop." I begged from a fetal position on the couch. "You deserve this" he said. "I don't deserve this." I said. "Okay, maybe I do deserve this but it's a cold, cold hearted friend who would say so."
"That would be me" he agreed cheerfully.
"I hate hangovers" I said.
"Then stop drinking." "I truly loathe people who point out the obvious?"
"Want some bacon?" he said extending a plate full of greasy pork products in my direction. I ran to the bathroom and threw up for awhile. ...
Considerably later I asked him if it was time for me to report to Mistress Fiona's yet? He said it I had an hour and a half and it was only a 20 minute drive. That gave me an hour of nap time and 10 minutes to shit, shower and shave as we say in the military. "You think you can take her?" he asked me as we drove to her dungeon.
I said that I thought that I could. "But she took Brian out in less than a minute. And he was a black belt in tae kwan doe."
"Let me tell you about tae kwan doe; it's not a bad thing to learn if you don't have time to study martial arts."
"That's harsh."
"You think that's harsh get me started on karate."
"Okay, which ones do you think are useful?" "Okay, for an all around mix jut kun do or however the hell you say it. The way of the fist, Bruce Lee's style. For striking Muy tai kick boxing. For taking out one guy in a fair fight Brazilian Ju-jitsu or some other submission grappling style."
He chewed on that for awhile. Then we were there.
"Go on" he said.
"Aren't you coming in with me?"
"Hell no."
"No?"
"Did I stutter?"
"Why not?"
"Because she's gonna beat the fuck out of you, take you as a slave, and if I'm there she's gonna make me one too and my stripper girlfriend is going to get all kinds of pissed."
"How the hell am I gonna get back to your place then?" "Call a fucking taxi, genius."
"What about you?"
"If I come back here when you call me, she could have laid that fucking hoo doo voodoo shit on you and it could be a trap to mind wipe me too. No fucking doing."
"All right asshole, but if I'm not mindwiped, you're paying for dinner and my way into a strip club tonight."
"No problem, but damned if I'm paying for any lap dances you prick."
"Thanks."
"Good luck tho, I hope you don't get mind wiped."
"Thanks. Very fucking reassuring."
"I try" he said shooting me a shit eating grin. I tried to remember he was one of my closest friends and walked to the imposing black painted door of an old Victorian style house. It was three stories and had an abandoned look on it from the outside. There were no neighboring houses as far as the eye could see and we'd gone down an old road that had been half dirt for the last quarter mile. Getting a taxi to come out here could really suck I thought to myself. Then again if it really was a popular dungeon the local cabbies probably had the route memorized and could make it here drunk and blindfolded. Or maybe that was a better description of their fares...
She lived up to her pictures. Well muscled, short not particularly pretty but attractive in a rough kind of way. The inside of the house as she showed me in was a sharp contrast to the outside. Modern and bathed in black light it had an impressive array of tortuous implements. She conducted me to a room that was completely bare except for a ballet bar along one mirrored side of the room. The rest of the room was covered in martial arts mats. The ultraviolet light skidding off the mirror made for an interesting affect. She flicked a light switch from a panel I didn't see and a rotating strobe light flickered across the room. "That's different" I said.
"You're challenge specified nothing about environment" she said.
The flickering strobe light was a little distracting especially as it bounced off the mirrored side of the room. It also did interesting things to her outfit which appeared to be a bodysuit of tight laytex but must have been something else as it did nothing to restrict her movements. "My own design" she said as she commenced a stretching routine that incorporated a bit of tai chi. I began my own basic stretches. "You're pretty limber for a man" she said. "I like that in a guy. An ability to stretch and change positions."
"Yeah well I prefer to stick to one position and get good at it." I said which I hoped came out as clever sexual innuendo rather than just plain babbling. It was a little hard to concentrate as the flickering light spotlighted her full, firm breasts which stood out against her small frame.
"Yeah, that's what most men do" she said. Which bugged me because I don't like being like most men. She faced me, pulled her shoulders back and inhaled. I stood fixated as the strobe lighting flickered across the shiny fabric pulled taut against her chest. Her nipples tented the fabric outward in small tight bumps.
So I never saw the kick that slammed into my right thigh; numbing it
instantly. She followed with a strike that smashed into my nose and broke it for sure. Blood exploded over my face and the white noise of pain clouded my mind. Luckily instinct took over. I shot low pushing off my left leg which still worked and caught her right leg with both hands. I pulled her leg up with my arms as I pushed forward with my shoulder executing a perfect single leg takedown. My left leg still worked so I pulled my knee tight into her armpit. I covered her body from the side my chest over her chest. It was a very effective pin while I composed myself. Blood stung my eyes so I had to keep them closed lest more get in. My right leg still refused to move on command. She was sliding her body to and fro trying to escape from the pin. I shifted my body to block her leverage. With my eyes closed I caught her arm with my hands and forced it into an Americana wrist lock and bent it, levering up with my forearm.
It was a joint lock and I knew how far the arm could go before the joint popped like a punctured tire. I listened for the tap that would signal defeat but it didn't happen. I levered it right to the popping point but still she wouldn't tap. I tried, but I kept thinking of her beautiful tits, erect and sublime in the strobelight and I couldn't bring myself to tear the joint. I released the hold. As I did so her free hand came around in a strike that caught me right in my injured nose. As my hands rose instinctively to my face she tumbled backwards and regained her feet. My eyes were still closed and I never saw the kick that struck me on the side of the head, only felt a brief throbbing pain through my temples, then the sweet bliss of pure nothingness that is the trademark of violently induced unconsciousness.
I woke up, probably about a minute later. She was standing over me, the strobe light illuminating her from behind, her face pale in the background of ultraviolet light. "You had the chance to break my arm. I would have beaten you anyway but I respect your restraint."
"Thanks" I muttered.
"Therefore I'm going to give you a chance. If you can resist becoming my hypnotic slave for five minutes I'll let you call a taxi and depart free as a bird."
"Thanks." I muttered again. My broken nose had clotted as blood was no longer streaming down my face. My right leg was no longer numb but rather sending shouts through my nervous system saying what a great deal of pain it was in. And of course my right temple was throbbing where her rock like shin had struck it. And she was staring down at me like "god's gift" telling me what a sport she was for giving me a chance at not being her slave. To put it mildly I was non-plussed.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Now that's original" she said. "You must be the first man on earth to tell me that. Really I'm giving you a very fair deal. All you have to do is resist my hypnotic power for another four and a half minutes. Another four minutes of not succumbing to my hypnotic charms. Not letting my seductive voice lull you into a hypnotic trance."
Her voice was truly beguiling and even seemed to block out the throbbing pain in my head. It was clear and penetrating, promising ease and luxury like the sirens from greek mythology.
"All you have to do is not allow yourself to become fascinated as the strobe lights play across my beautiful body. To not get lost starting at my wonderful breasts. To not allow your weak male mind to fall before my all powerful feminine beauty."
Of course I couldn't help but stare. She was so beautiful, her body so perfect. And I was only a weak male mind. Her breasts swelled so powerfully against her black bodysuit, straining at the fabric. My gi pants did little to hide the swell of my erection. "But of couse you can't resist" she trilled. "Three minutes is such a long time to hold out against my powerful hypnotic charms. My voice is penetrating your mind, winding it's way around your subconscious brain. You are falling into a deep trance. Deeper and deeper. So relaxed. So powerless."
"You can't even keep your eyes open. They're so heavy. And you want to surrender to me. You want to give in. Smell the heavy musk of perfume mixed with sweat. Let it travel through your nostrils with messages of obedience. Let all your senses surrender to my power."
I tried to fight it. I struggled to my feet. She stood between me and the doorway. She was shorter than me but radiated great power. She seemed to glow, bathed in a corona of strobing light. I stood fascinated by the patterns of light drawn across her body. My aching muscles grew weaker and weaker at the sound of her voice. It was so hard to resist. I continued to walk to the door though. Drawing deep on my inner reserves I plodded towards the door, drawing nearer to her with every step. Every step brought me deeper into her musk of perfume and sweat. I grew dizzy from the beguiling mix of smells. And her voice kept hammering at me like a constant thud of rose petals.
"Your body is growing so heavy. Every step feels like wading through molasses. As your brain becomes more and more like taffy, easy for me to twist with my words. To wind around my fingers. Every word making you more and more my helpless slave. You want to obey me. You need to obey me. You can't resist my hypnotic voice. It's so hard for you to move now. You can't even take another step."
I came to a complete stop. I tried to lift my leg with my hands when it wouldn't respond to my mental commands. I couldn't it. It had grown too heavy and my arms too weak. I let go and stood there dumbly, listening to her describe my downfall.
"You're so weak now. And all you have to do is resist for another two minutes. But you can't. 110 more seconds and you will be free but you're already falling so fast into my power. You don't want to escape do you?"
She waited for me to respond. I just looked at her, completely unable to form the words screaming in my head. "No, no, no" I yelled but my mouth refused to form the words. I just gaped at her, as if my mouth was stuffed with cotton. And now my brain was growing numb. It was harder and harder to even think of refusing her. She smiled. The pure beauty of her smile cut my brain like a laser. "You're mind is growing so foggy. My voice is lulling your mind to sleep like a powerful narcotic. Like a heavy pain killer blocking out sensation, blocking out thought. Just a pleasant tingling traveling through your skull, wiping out thought. Wiping out resistance. As you become more and more my helpless slave."
I knew, I knew something. Something I had to do. Couldn't think. So relaxed. She was so beautiful."
"Just a minute left. 60 short seconds of resistance and you will be free. But you don't want to be free. You want to be my slave. My new helpless little slave. Beaten by such a little girl. Completely beaten by me and therefore you belong to me. And you want to belong to me don't you."
I nodded mutely. I was hers. I belonged to her now.
"Just 30 seconds away from freedom. But it's already too late. Close your eyes slave."
My eyelids slammed shut and all was blackness except for the light of her voice.
"You will obey me."
"I will obey you."
"You will serve me."
"I will serve you."
"I am your goddess."
"You are my goddess." As I said this an erection bulged hugely in my gi. I was only dimly aware of it but my goddess noticed.
"You are enjoying this aren't you slave. You are getting aroused at being controlled by your goddess. Take it out slave."
I took it out.
"Beat yourself slave. Stroke it as I describe what a worm you are. How you are an inferior male useful only as my slave."
I glowed with pleasure as I stroked myself to sweet sound of her abuse.
"You had a friend drive you here didn't you slave."
"Yes, goddess."
"I want him for a slave. Tell me his name and address."
"No, mistress." I said reflexively.
"You refuse me slave?" she said in disbelief.
"Yes mistress." I said.
"Don't you know that you belong to me now?"
I said yes as I continued to stroke myself. "Then how can you refuse me?"
"He's my military brother, we don't betray our own."
"How charming and quaint. So you won't betray him for me."
"No, my goddess."
Her voice grew soft and dangerous and if possible, even more erotic. "Yes you will slave, you will betray him for me."
"No" I said but I was unsure of myself.
"You want to please me don't you?"
"Yes" I said because I did, more than anything. My cock throbbed and pulsed in response to her voice.
"You need to please me, because you belong to me." "Yes mistress." "And you're so very aroused as you touch yourself for me. You want to come for me don't you?"
"Oh yes mistress." I was growing close to orgasm and the head of my penis was purpling with need. "But you can't come until I allow you too. In fact you can't come until you tell me his name."
"Then I won't come my goddess." She laughed gently, or perhaps cruelly. I no longer knew the difference. "Yes you will slave." And with her index finger she reached out and drew small circles on my forehead. The feel of her nail going around and around across my skin was excrutiatingly erotic. My resistance crumbled before the power of my mistress. I fought against it but like the orgasm building to a crescendo inside me I felt the words bubbling through my mind to my tongue.
I told her his name and address and a moment later white spurts of come burst through my dick like summer lightning. "Ooh, good my slave. Cum for your goddess and show her your devotion. By your betrayal of that which you hold dearest you become truly and completely my slave, with no hope of redemption." Again she laughed, either cruelly or gently. For a slave such as I there is truly no discernable difference. I had completely surrendered now. There would no longer anyway for me of fighting Fiona.
This story is obviously inspired by Mistress Evilena's web page and owes a debt to her. I've never met her and this does not claim to represent her. But I found the page inspired a story in me and I offer apologies in advance. That being said I hope all enjoy the following merry brouhaha. If not send the usual complaints and hate mail to the "We're used to the abuse" department of dou7g@yahoo.com