The General versus Delilah, reworked By Socrates: socratesdavid@hotmail.com. The men's club boxing champion is challenged to a fight by a young woman trained in a female martial arts method called "The Technique." This is a reworked ending of an earlier story. Comments appreciated. Norm Wright was driving with his eleven year old son Allan to their local boxing ring. Norm had been a member of the all-male club for twenty-five years, and he had just recently bought his son a membership. Allan loved being introduced to the world of men at the gym - the smell of leather and male sweat, the grunts and good-humored hollering of the men, their back-slapping camaraderie. Most of all, he adored and admired his coach, a man known at the gym as "The General," who had been the men's boxing champion for twelve consecutive years. The man was in actual fact a General in the US Army - at 42 the youngest man to achieve that rank in forty years. The General considered it his job to "turn boys into men" and took personal pride in teaching each young boy the secrets to the manly art of boxing. He encouraged the boys to hang around the grown men in the club, to watch them fight, and to absorb their ways of being in the world. After a training session, the boys would hit the showers with the General and the other men. Allan couldn't help but look at and admire the General's impressive naked body - he was a thickset man, with muscular arms, coarse black hair spread liberally over a barrel chest, and a stout manly member. The General would proudly stroll naked around the change rooms after a training session, talking loudly and jovially with the men, and joking with the younger boys. Tonight Norm and his son knew that they were about to witness an unusual encounter. Bizarre rumors had been circulating recently at the club about a new martial arts style called The Technique that was apparently taking the country by storm. The Technique had been devised by an American woman specifically for women. It was claimed that The Technique was designed to bring out the particular advantages of the female body, and to maximize a woman's chances in a fight with a man. The founder had spent years studying the respective strengths and weaknesses of the female and male body and mind, and had come up with a method that drew out the natural strengths of the female and exploited the weaknesses of the male. A recent article in a martial arts magazine had claimed that women trained in The Technique were starting to challenge some of the most established male fighters in the country with astonishing success. Closer to home, some of the men had heard a rumor that Max Robinson, the club's 18 and under boxing champion had recently been defeated in an informal challenge by a 15 year old girl trained in The Technique. Although he didn't know if the rumor was true, Norm found the idea immensely unsettling. Max Robinson was a solid young fellow, as strong as an ox, and Norm himself had lately found it difficult to match him in the ring. The idea that he could have been beaten by a teenage girl was ridiculous. The General, having overheard some of the slightly anxious conversations flying around the gym, had decided to take matters into his own hands. He didn't think it was a good thing for his young charges, in particular, to be under the impression that there were women out there capable of mixing it up with men in the boxing ring. After all, this was a rightful and natural domain for men to assert their physical authority. So he invited the young woman responsible for bringing The Technique to their local town, a 21 year old girl known only as Delilah, to come to his men's club and demonstrate some of her moves for all the men to see. The General had seen many martial arts fads come and go, and he was certain The Technique was no different, save for the preposterous boost it gave, in the General's eyes, to the already grossly inflated modern female ego. Once his men had seen The Technique for themselves, its mystique was sure to be destroyed. Delilah, however, had not accepted the General's invitation to merely show off her moves, but had issued instead an audacious challenge to the great man himself to take her on in a one-on-one battle in the boxing ring. After all, she had argued, if the General wanted to get a good look at The Technique, what better place was there than first hand in the ring? The General had raised his eyebrows at the cheek of the girl to challenge a fully grown man to a fight in his own boxing club, but, upon considering the offer, thought that it was for the best. He would give the girl a quick boxing lesson, and then fully intended to pick her up, put her over his knee, and give her an old-fashioned belting. And so Norm and his son Allan arrived at the club to see the General and the young woman already sitting in their respective corners of the boxing ring. All of the regular members were there, keen to watch this highly unusual, and undoubtedly amusing spectacle of the General himself taking on a young female challenger. They had seen the General dispatch of many challengers over the years - many fancy martial artists had tried and failed to overcome the man's straightforward boxing power. The General sat now with a jovial and calm expression as he faced this latest, and exotic, opponent. He was dressed only in white drawstring trousers, leaving his upper body bare, his chest and arms rippling with solid manly flesh. The young woman was dressed in a white tank top and a short white skirt. At five feet seven, she was a good 4 inches shorter than the General, and considerably slimmer. The girl had pretty auburn hair that drooped lazily and sexily over her forehead. She had an athletic build with well-toned shapely legs and arms, but she hardly looked a match for a heavy male boxer. Some of the men smirked at the sight of the obvious mismatch. One of the old club members entered the ring, and announced the rules of the fight. It was to be an "ultimate fighting" style contest, with no blows or holds disallowed, the winner being declared by knockout or submission. With no further ado, the old man theatrically announced "Ding!" to signify the start of the fight. The General lumbered out of his corner and met the young woman in the center of the ring. He threw a few gentle, exploratory jabs, which the young woman either blocked or calmly evaded. "Not bad" thought the General, and he threw the girl a smile of fatherly approval. She looked back with a quiet seriousness and threw a few quick jabs of her own, which the General either blocked or simply allowed to strike his body. The General then decided to quickly get down to business and began the steady, relentless pursuit of his opponent for which he was renowned in the club. Virtually all of the men watching this fight had at some time been on the receiving end of the heavy artillery packed in both of the General's brawny shoulders. The man was in fine shape, and would advance relentlessly towards his opponents, as unstoppable as a freight train. Eventually, the sheer weight of his heavy punches would wear his opponents down. Now he faced the pretty young woman and began to chase her with some intention. His jabs gradually became heavier and more serious as he sought to finish the fight quickly, and end these ridiculous rumors. Frustratingly, however, the General was finding it very difficult to land a blow. The young woman's defensive technique was unusual, unlike anything the man had seen before. Rather than the side to side, up and down moves typical of boxers, she swayed and glided in curves like a dancer. She seemed to be able to remain remarkably relaxed amidst the heat of the battle, and swayed effortlessly to evade the General's heaviest punches by inches. After throwing about thirty increasingly heavy punches and hitting nothing but air, the General backed off for a moment to catch his breath, and reassess the situation. The young woman appeared alert and fresh, completely unfazed by the General's first assault. The man was more than a bit impressed, and began to feel slightly uncomfortable at the prospect of having to actually expend some serious energy to deal with this slim young woman. "Surely," he thought, sizing up the dainty feminine features of his young opponent, "one solid punch will finish her." He was certain that when one of his weighty punches landed, the girl would crumple to the mat in a pool of feminine tears. He would then play the fatherly role and apologize for having hit her so hard, but, he would say, perhaps she should think twice about putting herself in dangerous situations with men she didn't know. So the General launched forwards again, in his solid, relentless style, this time with real seriousness. He was perfectly balanced on his sturdy legs and capable of hitting powerfully off both sides. His first few punches again missed his target by inches, the young woman gracefully sliding out of the way at the last moment. Finally, however, a blow landed. It was a heavy uppercut that landed squarely in the pretty girl's stomach. The General had put his whole hefty right shoulder into the punch, and he knew that it was a very solid blow. The young woman's face creased with pain, and the General stood back, satisfied with himself, and waited for the girl's collapse and the inevitable tears. In a blink, however, the young woman sucked in the pain and regathered her composure. Then, with a flash of anger, she unleashed a terrifyingly fast front kick that caught the General flush in the solar plexus, his eyes widening in shock at the blow. He let out an involuntary grunt of sharp pain and collapsed to his hands and knees, badly winded, struggling desperately to breathe. He stayed in this position for quite some time, as the young woman nonchalantly stood back, arms draped over the ring ropes, waiting for the General to regain his composure. As he was recovering, the man came to the galling realization that not only had the young woman taken one of his heaviest blows and not crumpled to the mat, she had returned the blow with interest and he had collapsed. From his position on his hands and knees he looked with disbelief at the young woman's slim legs and wondered how on earth they could pack so much power. "So she can take a punch, so what," the General rationalized, getting slowly back to his feet, "So can all my men, and some of the young fellas too. And she must have got lucky with that kick, caught me off guard," he thought. "Let's get serious now." And so the General advanced once more, his face now deadly serious as he sought to pummel this increasingly cheeky young woman. He scowled at her and dropped into his fighting stance, advancing aggressively towards her. He started to throw massive bombs at her, from both arms, falling back on his long successful - and only - strategy of wearing his opponents down through the sheer weight of his heavy artillery. He focused intently on the darting, weaving figure in front of him, his years of speed-ball training being put to use as he sought to catch his elusive adversary. And yet, despite his years of training and masterful boxing skills, he just couldn't find any rhythm against the young woman. She moved in graceful curves and angles that confounded the General, and upset his momentum. Time and again, he launched a series of weighty punches only to see the young woman sway gracefully out of his reach. For her part, the young woman was mostly content to play matador to the General's bull, and effortlessly danced and glided away from his aggressive attack. Every now and then, however, she snapped a sharp kick to the man's upper left thigh, and most of her blows landed. She knew that, like most muscular men, the General was especially tight in the band of muscles at the top of his thighs. The Technique had taught her that consistent blows to that region in a man would eventually take an important toll. The General at first largely ignored the young woman's attack, simply letting her kicks strike his powerful thighs. However the girl's kicks were incredibly precise, and soon the General started to feel real pain each time a blow got through. Being a boxer, however, the General was not especially well trained to defend against such kicks, and besides, the young woman's tremendous flexibility enabled her to snap her kicks at blinding speed. So the General attempted to cover himself with increasing effort, but the young woman's blows continued to painfully find their mark. The General soon began to notice, with mild annoyance, that the muscles in his left thigh were beginning to quiver slightly as the girl's blows irritated and deadened the nerves. He found himself unable to plant his left foot solidly without it wobbling just enough to take some power off his punches from the left side. And still the girl came at him with her consistent sharp blows to his upper left thigh, destabilizing him more all the time. The General eventually stepped forward on his left foot to launch a vicious right uppercut at the young woman's ribs when his leg wobbled significantly underneath him, and he stumbled forward. In a flash, the young woman kicked out the General's left knee, causing him to slip all the way to the mat, flat on his back. Before the General could recover, the young woman leapt to his side and folded her legs around his in a strange-looking, but extremely effective, leg lock. She then took advantage of her wider pelvic girth to roll the man over onto his side, trapping his left arm underneath his own body weight. Before the General really knew what was going on, he found himself caught in the young woman's intricate hold, with his remaining free arm now being bent up behind his back. Everyone in the gym could see, with a sudden shock, that if the young woman succeeded in bringing the General's arm up behind his back, he would be left completely defenseless. The General, though, was not without his own resources. He had not been the undefeated men's boxing champion for twelve years for nothing. He was renowned for his remarkable composure under pressure. And he knew that his enormous strength, even in one arm, would be more than enough to deal with this attempted hold from the young woman. So he began to powerfully exert the steel-like strength in his right arm against the young woman's grip. Slowly, but relentlessly, the General began to overpower the girl, and, with a final deep grunt, straightened his arm fully and swung it forwards to break the girl's grasp. The young woman, however, retained a loose grip on the General's wrist and, after some thrashing back and forth by the man, bent his wrist into an agonizing angle that forced the General to give way again. The man found himself back where he had started, the young woman determinedly trying to force his right arm behind his back. Again, the General pushed hard against the young woman's grip, and again succeeded in straightening his arm, this time after a longer and more intense struggle. However, once more, the woman simply held onto his wrist with a light grip and eventually was able to apply another painful wrist lock that forced the man to give up his arm to her control yet again. Now, for the first time in the fight, the fear that he could actually lose to a woman - an anxiety that the General had felt as an imperceptible flutter in his belly and loins since he first heard the unsettling rumors about The Technique - swelled up and cracked his carefully-constructed manly composure. An involuntary sob of panic escaped from the man's lungs as he struggled to resist the girl's upward force. Now the man strained with all his might: his back arched, his arms shook, and manly sweat dripped onto the mat. He bucked madly, wildly against the girl's grip, and gave a deep, guttural roar of defiance. Yet the girl coolly rode out the man's thrashing efforts, held loosely onto his wrist, and finally bent it back once more into the original position. The General was beside himself. He was now completely drained, and panic seized his body. He clenched his teeth and resisted the girl with every cell in his body, but his arm had totally weakened, and the girl was able to effortlessly bend the man's arm all the way back. The General struggled for a few minutes in this new posture, but it was obvious to everyone in the gym that the young woman now had him completely under her control. She relaxed into her holding position, and looked as though she could easily stay there for hours. She had him. She had him! The men in the gym were deathly silent as they struggled to take in the unbearable sight of their leader and boxing champion bound and helpless in the grip of a pretty young woman half his age. Then, in a surprising move, the young woman let go of her hold and stood up. She again rested nonchalantly against the ropes while the General lay spread-eagled on his back, breathing heavily and struggling to contain the overwhelming emotions of shame and rage that were coursing through his body. He slowly got to his feet and turned to face the young woman. She looked at him with a cool smile and simply said "More?" The girl's unbelievable audacity sent the General over the top. He flew into a black rage, and charged at the young woman with violent intent. HOW DARE SHE BELIEVE THAT SHE BELONGS IN THE RING WITH ME - A FULLY GROWN MAN AND BOXING CHAMPION! The young woman attempted to dance out of the way of the charging bull that came at her, but the man was having none of her slick defenses. He simply tackled her, rugby style, and brought her crashing to the mat. Here the man lay on top of the slim girl, and poured out his frustration by attempting to wrestle her aggressively under his control. He wanted to pin the girl down, throttle her so hard that she would beg him for forgiveness. Some of the men in the audience looked at each other with a knowing chuckle - they had been on the receiving end of the General's power, and they knew that it was something awesome to behold. It looked obvious that the much heavier and stronger man was about to grind the girl into dust. Yet, as the men continued to watch, they could see that the General was taking considerable time to fully subdue his young female opponent. While in a vulnerable position, the young woman had not panicked in response to the man's raging attack. She maintained an expression of serious concentration, and wriggled in deliberate, subtle defensive moves that did just enough to keep the man from taking full control. The General continued to grapple with all his considerable might, aggressively clutching at the young woman with his powerful arms, but she was as slippery as a cat. Moreover, the General's expertise lay in boxing, not wrestling, and though he possessed a tremendous weight and strength advantage over the girl, his grappling technique was unrefined. The girl, in contrast, had been extensively trained in wrestling strategies specifically designed to maximize the advantages of the female body, and to exploit the weaknesses of the male body. The young woman's naturally superior flexibility now came to the fore, as she maneuvered her body into positions unthinkable to the General. Bit by bit, she inched her way out of the General's control. And so, after some minutes of intense and increasingly desperate grappling, the man lost her. The young woman slid out of his grasp and stood up in the center of the ring. The General slammed the mat in frustration and amazement at his inability to pin the girl from the dominant position he had been in. He rose to his feet, rage still intact, and charged the young woman again, with the most serious intent of his life, namely, to ensure that the girl's pretty features received a direct taste of the manly power packed into his mighty arms. He stayed sharply focused on the bobbing, weaving female image in front of him, her skirt flying as she danced and glided away from his attack. The General channeled his rage into his fists, delivering powerful, controlled jabs and vicious uppercuts with all the serious competence he owned. The General was a masterful boxer, and he knew it. Like all his previous fights at this club, he knew that he would not stop hitting until he had worn his opponent down. Yet, as before, his blows against the young woman largely failed to connect. The young woman's defensive technique was simply mesmerizing, as she coolly watched the man's best punches sail past her face by inches. And every time the General missed he had to fight to contain the wave of panic that threatened to rise again from deep in his loins. Finally, however, the General caught her. The young woman had gracefully evaded a powerful combination of blows from the man, but his relentless punching rhythm was finally too much. Three heavy blows - 1-2-3 - slammed into her stomach, doubling her over in sharp pain. The young woman sank to her knees, and looked in serious trouble. The General stood back, confident that, at last, he had achieved the natural and inevitable victory. After all, the blows were amongst the hardest he had landed all year. "She sure made me work for it" the General thought, sheepishly. He realized with some embarrassment that the girl had forced him to pull out his very best fight in order to overcome her. He wondered how he would give his men the impression that he hadn't really needed to try so hard to win. Then, to the General's utter disbelief, the young woman rose from the floor and unleashed a flashing left foot that again struck the stunned man forcefully in his solar plexus. Despite his rage and absolute determination to knock over the young woman, the General again involuntarily groaned in serious pain, and crumpled to his knees. The man simply could not believe that the young woman could recover so quickly from three of his heaviest blows. The girl smiled at the General's shock, knowing that, for a man, it was hard to comprehend the female's superior capacity to endure physical pain. Once more, it took the General over three times as long to recover from the girl's blow as it had taken the girl to recover from his heavy strike. As he slowly rose to his feet, the General felt the wave of panic threatening to rise again from his nether regions and overwhelm his years of disciplined training. He had to be able to defeat this young woman in front of his men and his boys, he had to. To lose to her - to seriously lose - would be unthinkable. He didn't know if he could bear to live with the shame of such a defeat. So he came again at the young woman, the charging bull, with the only tactic he knew and had ever needed - a relentless onslaught of heavy pounding from both of his brawny arms. He could go all day if he needed to, he thought. He was the supreme warrior, with reserves of steel. The young woman seemed so vulnerable, so fragile, so feminine in her pretty short skirt that flew up every now and then to reveal a pretty pink pair of panties. The General's thickset muscular build, hairy chest, and whiskery face cut a stark masculine contrast. It continued to bewilder him that he could not simply grab this young thing, put her over his legs and give her the spanking she so richly deserved. And yet, once again, the young woman's defensive technique maddened and frustrated the General as he chased her around the ring. The edge of rage had now been taken off his assault by the girl's sickening blow to his solar plexus. He came forward, as always, but the sharpness of his angry attack had been blunted by the threat of the girl's counter-attack. He covered himself more cautiously as he threw his punches, and some fatigue was entering into his mighty arms, slowing the pace of his blows ever so slightly. And every time he missed, the fatigue and panic grew. The young boy Allan, sitting in the audience, tugged on his father's shirt sleeves. "The General's tiring Dad! Look! She's wearing him down!" the boy said, in amazement. "Nonsense!" the boy's father Norm replied, testily. "The man's a bull. He can go all day long. You watch." And yet the man's heart was beating fast and he could hardly breathe as he watched the fight unfold. It soon became obvious that the General was indeed tiring quite considerably. The top of his drawstring trousers were soaked with the sweat that dripped off his bulky frame. A large red blotch had appeared on his solar plexus where the girl had struck her two devastating blows. His face was red and his movements were becoming somewhat clumsy. The young woman, in contrast, looked fresh, alert, and highly energized. If anything, she was even lighter and faster on her toes than at the start of the fight, buoyed by her growing confidence that she was gaining control of the man. The General's arms were gradually becoming heavier and heavier, weighed down not only by the sheer volume of unrewarded punches he had thrown, but also by a growing sense of futility that his punches could ever get through. Still, the man knew no other way than to keep coming forward with all that he had. So he continued to plough ahead, throwing jabs and uppercuts with all his might and skill. Finally, the General backed the young woman into a corner of the ring, and it appeared to him that, at last, she had grown weary from her efforts to avoid him. With his arms now desperately heavy, the General launched a final attack. With mighty bellows that summoned all his remaining strength, the General swung as hard as he could into the stomach of the girl. He landed four blows, but his arms were so heavy that they were totally drained of power, and the girl easily absorbed the punches. She now raised her arms above her head, abandoning any defense, and cheekily dared the General to hit her again. With emphatic, deep grunts of frustration and fury, the General swung at the girl again, landing four more punches, but they were almost comically slow, and the girl simply hardened her stomach muscles and took the punches with ease. She looked at the General with a mocking smile, and the man stood back, exhausted. He finally stopped throwing punches, refusing to be further humiliated by the young woman's effortless defense. The mighty weapons in his magnificent shoulders having been blunted, he stood facing the girl, and adopted a classic boxer's defensive pose, exhausted, but defiant. The young woman now went into her own classic boxing crouch, mimicking and mocking the General's style. She then started throwing sharp, precise jabs to the man's biceps. The girl did not possess enormous power in her upper body, but her technique was excellent. Each blow was quick and precise, and the General's heavy arms could do little to prevent them from landing. Over time, the girl's precision attack did its damage, deadening the nerves in the man's arms until they started to shake at the sheer effort of keeping them raised. Still the girl kept on coming, landing dozens of sharp jabs that further weakened and deadened the General's arms. Eventually, the man's arms dropped to his side. The young woman stood back and watched with a smile as the General struggled with grim determination just to raise his trembling arms to a defensive position. "I am not going down to a girl" the man thought, his male pride coming out in a last stand of defiance. He shot the young woman a dark look, challenging her to do her worst. He planted his sturdy legs proudly on the mat, and braced himself to withstand any battering the young woman could dish out. The young woman paused for a moment, took stock of the situation, and then unleashed a dazzlingly fast front kick straight at the General's heavy balls. The men in the audience gasped as they saw the blow coming, feeling certain that, with the girl's precision and power, the kick would not only send the General to the mat, despite his determination to stay standing, but could also put him in hospital, or possibly even kill him. The General doubled over with a groan in dreadful anticipation of the girl's deadly blow; however the kick stopped with perfect precision about an inch away from the man's testicles. The girl looked up at the man with a threatening smile, and he looked back, painfully aware of his own vulnerability. Then the girl followed through with her kick, and gave the man's big balls a sharp, quick tap. Even a light blow in this area sent a sickening feeling through the General's body and he doubled over, letting out a real groan of pain. As he rose again, the powerful muscles in his legs trembled in anticipation of another painful blow from the young woman. Now the young woman let out a final scream of attack, and executed a stunning leg sweep that took out the General's shaking limbs and put him flat on his back. Once more, the young woman leapt to the mat and caught the General's legs in her intricate leg lock. She again rolled the man onto his side, pinning his left arm with his own weight and took his right arm and began working it behind his back. The General could hardly believe that he was back in this humiliating position, and he strained with all his remaining strength to resist the girl. His face turned red, he clenched his teeth, and his arm shook as he pushed with everything he had left. However, by now the man was desperately weakened by the young woman's attacks. After about a minute of intense struggling, the man's arm gave way, and the girl raised it all the way back. "Impossible!" sobbed the General, and he struggled for a few moments against the girl's vice-like grip. This time, however, the General knew there was no escape. The young woman had him good. However, before he could submit, the young woman again let go of her hold, and stood back to allow the General to stand up and continue the fight. He lay spread-eagled on his back for some time, breathing hard, exhausted and defeated. This time he knew there was no coming back. Unthinkably, he had thrown at this young woman everything he had, and she had totally defeated him. From his position on his back, he looked at the young woman casually leaning against the ropes, and felt a reluctant sense of awe. She had taken his toughest manliest punches and had given him back more than he could handle. And she was only 21! Was there any limit to the power of these modern young women? Eventually the General rose again wearily to his feet. "More?" the young woman asked again, with a mocking smile. This time the exhausted man simply closed his eyes in shame and shook his head. "Then take off your trousers," said the girl, a threatening edge in her voice. The General opened his eyes and looked at the young woman in weary disbelief. "You heard me - take 'em off!" the girl said. "Fuck off," growled the General in a low voice, attempting to retain some degree of self-respect, and made a move to exit the boxing ring. He would at least leave the ring on his own terms. However, in a flash the girl ran over and blocked the man's retreat. "Either you take 'em off, or I will" threatened the young woman. "The next time we're on that mat, I will strip you down. Or you can do it yourself. The choice is yours." The General felt yet another twisting in his stomach as he realized that he couldn't even escape his own boxing ring. With as much male dignity as he could still muster, he reluctantly began to untie his drawstring trousers, and then let them fall to the floor. "And the rest," said the young woman, with a mocking smile, pointing to the General's sweat-soaked underwear. Slowly, and still with a hint of male defiance, the General slid his underwear down to his ankles, revealing his mighty member hanging heavily between his solid thighs like a thick hose. He was still hoping that the mere sight of his male weapon might provoke some fear, or at least caution, in his young female opponent. However, the young woman was far from intimidated. "Now then," said the girl, fixing her gaze intently on the General's male pride. "Let's see what happens." She reached down with her hand and held it about a foot away from the General's weighty manhood. Like a snake charmer conjuring a cobra to rise out of his basket, she waved her fingers suggestively at the man's member. At the same time, she looked fiercely into the General's eyes. "Oh mighty General!" she commanded, theatrically, "Stand-to-atten - tion!" The men in the gym were dry mouthed and silent as they witnessed this final confrontation of wills. If they looked closely they could see the General's body begin to shake, as he struggled desperately to resist this final indignation in front of his men. Yet before the steady, confident gaze of the young woman, he could resist no more. Despite all his willpower, the great weight between his legs began to rise in obedience to the young woman's command. The men gasped as the General's manly trunk swelled uncontrollably to its full massive dimensions and throbbed hard against his stomach. In other circumstances, the men might have admired the General's towering member as an awesome display of his potency and male authority. Here, however, it was clearly a very public statement of the man's total submission to the young woman's dominance. The General closed his eyes and winced at his body's betrayal of the last of his male dignity, but he could do nothing about it. The young woman smiled, now completely satisfied of the man's total surrender. Audaciously, she reached her hand down very slowly to the man's mighty member, watching the General closely to see what he would do. One swipe with his bulky arms could still inflict heavy damage to the girl, but the man, as though paralyzed with uncertainty, did nothing. The young woman wrapped her small hand around the great man's erection and gave it a few gentle strokes, causing the man's pride to swell even more. The General started to groan as he could feel himself beginning to lost control. He desperately resisted being taken over the top by the young woman, squinting up his face and grunting underneath his breath. Just as he was on the verge of exploding, the young woman released her grip. She stepped back from the General and adopted a fierce fighting pose. "Now fight me!" she challenged. It was quite a sight for the men and boys to take in. The General's massive manhood caused the boys in his squad, many of whom had never seen a fully grown man's erection before, to gasp in startled awe at the sheer size of it. Young Allan Wright looked up in fascinated silence at the shocking enormity of the General's member and the heavy fullness of his man-sized balls. Yet across from this mighty man in all his terrible glory stood a young woman who was mastering him, totally unafraid and in control of the situation. For his part, the General was stirred into action. He was in his own gym, before his own men and the young boys who looked up to him. He felt a black hatred well up inside for this young woman who had challenged and humiliated him on his own turf. His raging erection cleared his head, and reminded him that he was a strong man, facing just a woman - indeed, a mere girl. Of course he could still send her to the mat with a heavy blow from his fists. His whiskered face turned red with rage and he let out a roar as he found a new lease of energy, charging the young woman with a round of powerful jabs and roundhouse punches. But the girl calmly weathered the man's storm. Her mesmerizing defensive technique that had kept the man at bay while he was fresh and strong was easily effective at avoiding his latest desperate attack. The General threw short concentrated jabs at the girl's face, his enormous member swinging up and down and side to side throughout the action. Each blow missed by mere inches, as the young woman swayed tantalizingly just out of reach. Finally, tiring of the game, she moved inside as the man lined up for a heavy uppercut. The General put his entire weight into the punch, in a final effort to knock out this impudent girl with one mighty blow. However, quicker than the man's eye could follow, the girl snapped a front kick into his solar plexus, as she pierced the air with a high-pitched scream. The kick found its mark. The man was stopped in his tracks, and he let out a deep groan. She followed it up with another front kick, identically placed, and then a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth. The man quietly sank to his knees, struggling to breathe, and then simply collapsed onto his back unconscious. It was as though he had been rendered so not only by the power and precision of the girl's kicks, but also by his own utter incapacity to believe what was happening. His stout manly member lay between his legs like a long, thick snake. When he came to, he looked up to see the young woman parading around the ring with her arms raised in victory. The girl noticed that he had woken up, and sat down beside him, gently stroking and caressing the man's chest hair. "Let's stand up now shall we?" the girl suggested, and the man wearily crawled to his feet. The young woman looked intently at the man's thick member hanging between his legs. This time just the look was enough. The General winced as he felt the heaviness stir again and rise in reluctant public acknowledgment of the girl's superiority. Again she gently stroked the man's pride, almost causing the General to hyperventilate as he felt himself losing control. Once again, just before the girl sensed that the man was about to go over the top, she let go. She stood back again, in fighting pose. "Now fight me!" she barked again in a sharp tone. The men gasped at seeing the edge to which the woman was taking the General. The man had never in his life experienced an erection of this enormity. He shuffled forward, his lower torso almost immobilized by his arousal. He swung at the young woman with wild clubbing blows, but they were desperate and resentful punches, all belief in his own power now drained out of his body. He almost felt like crying as he took in the ease with which the young woman avoided his blows. He rained punches down on her with the rage of a young child, furious at his own impotence. Finally the young woman caught one of his fists in mid air, and again snapped her deadly front kick, this time stopping just short of the man's heavy testicles. The girl snapped a light blow into the man's balls, almost gentle in its delivery, yet firm enough to cause the man to grunt with serious pain. She stayed perfectly balanced, her foot close to the man's groin, and snapped another light blow to his manhood, bringing another convulsive reaction. Three more gentle blows to this region, and the man sank to his knees with a loud groan, shed a few tears, and then rolled over on the ground in a dead feint. This time, his great member remained fully erect, throbbing against his lower belly, while he lay unconscious on the floor. When he came to, the girl was sitting across from him patiently, like a cat playing with her mouse. With just a small nod of her head, she gestured to the man to stand up. He did so and the girl began to circle him menacingly. Just looking at her now caused the General to start hyperventilating, and he could feel himself having gone beyond the point of control. He started to pant hysterically, letting out deep cries of desperation as he could contain himself no more. The young woman squealed in triumph, and began dancing around the man, raising her arms to the sky with every cry from the General, screaming "Yes!" The General's groans grew deeper and deeper, his manly cries echoing mightily around the gymnasium, accompanied by the young girl's frenzied screams of triumph. He turned in a circle to follow the girl as she danced around him, uncontrollably thrusting his manhood toward her. Finally, without any stimulation at all, the man climaxed, sending a booming male roar around the gym, relinquishing his male liquid like a python spitting its venom, before sinking to his knees, and rolling over exhausted on his back. Incredibly, his huge member remained erect, thumping rhythmically against his belly. The young woman posed triumphantly over the stricken body of the General, foot on his chest, arms raised to the sky, grinning jubilantly at the sea of stunned male faces in the crowd. Bearing witness to this cataclysmic blow to the male ego was too much for some of the men in the audience. Two of the older men, one the General's father, the other a former club boxing champion, swooned at the sight and collapsed in a dead feint. Three of the younger boys started crying. "This man is finished!" the young woman announced gleefully to the male audience, reveling in the profound male anxiety her victory had provoked. "Now General," she said with a laugh, turning to the exhausted man at her feet, "Your loyal troops are looking to you for inspiration. Address your men with words of great manly wisdom!" The naked General closed his eyes again and winced. As his men looked expectantly towards him and his great thumping erection, he tried to open his mouth to speak, but words failed him. He simply remained silent and looked up at the ceiling. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" the girl teased. "Well men, I guess your leader needs a lot of rest and recovery after his nasty accident today." The girl helped the General to his feet and then gave his backside a playful slap, saying "Run along then sonny, go and have yourself a good, long, shower." The young woman turned, giggling and in high spirits, and skipped towards the female change rooms. The General stood alone before his men, in a gym that was embarrassingly silent save for the few sobs from some of the young boys. Wearily, the General stepped through the ropes, his powerful legs trembling with the effort to stay upright. The men silently parted as the great man walked dejectedly through them to the change rooms, his member still uncontrollably rigid. The General showered in silence, as the men gathered in the change rooms, talking in low, quiet whispers. As the General emerged from his shower, the young boy Allan noticed that the man's arms were shaking as he attempted to wipe himself dry. The boy approached the General respectfully, and asked, in a tearful voice, "If it were a street fight, sir, it would be different wouldn't it? You'd be able to knock her out in a street fight, wouldn't you mister?" The General put down his towel, and eyed his young charge closely. Planting his solid legs proudly apart, and pulling himself up to his full height, he winked at the boy and said gruffly, "You're right, son, in a street fight it would be a completely different story. I have quite a few street fighting tricks in this old nugget," he said, pointing to his head. "That young lass wouldn't know what hit her." The young boy looked up adoringly at the General and smiled. "Oh yes?" a sharp female voice rang out in the men's change rooms. "I wouldn't know what hit me hey?" It was the young woman, who had finished changing into a pretty white dress, with a white ribbon in her hair, and who had evidently overheard the exchange between the General and his young charge. She now strode into the men's change rooms and confronted the naked man and the boy. "I hate to break it to you, little guy," she said to the eleven year old boy, "but in a street fight with me, your great General here would not last thirty seconds. You see those great heavy rocks between his legs?" she said, pointing directly to the General's groin. "I could kick him there so hard and fast that he would not be able to walk for a week." The young woman laughed, looking around the change rooms, "You men have absolutely no idea how vulnerable you are to a woman who knows The Technique!" She walked a few steps towards the General, and said, in a voice of quiet menace, "or perhaps you'd like a further demonstration?" Instantly, the great man's thick member soared again into a towering erection, an unconscious confession - for all his men to see - that he knew the girl's threat was true. After all, having been already knocked unconscious by a series of the girl's incredibly swift kicks to his groin, the General had little reason to doubt that she was fully capable of landing a blow to his big male vulnerability whenever she chose to. In response to the girl's challenge, he simply shook his head and backed away. "I see," said the young woman, satisfied. The little boy, having witnessed the exchange, took one look at the General's giant erection and immediately understood its meaning. He stomped his foot and looked forlornly at the floor. "Oh, and General?" the young woman said, "Six of my girls trained in The Technique have entered your tournament for next week. I expect you to treat them well." The General's heart sank. His fighting tournament was the highlight of his year, a time when he and his men enjoyed a preserve of male power and bonding. Could it really be possible that these women had discovered a way to beat men in physical combat? His insides went cold at the prospect, but he tried to present a calm front. "Of course," he grunted through clenched teeth. "The more the merrier." He attempted to smile at the young woman, to portray some semblance of male authority, but his pounding erection betrayed his fear. Looking down at the man's rigid member, the girl laughed. "OK then. You men keep training now. You're going to need it!" With that, the young woman turned and skipped out of the men's change rooms, singing a high-pitched song, her white dress billowing gracefully, leaving the General red-faced, erect, and quite confounded.