Amazon Island- The Compilation-With a different, exciting new ending by Sepp Sonntag / seppsonntag@yahoo.com Chapter One As Jonathan went home from work this evening he never thought in his wildest dreams that he would wake up the next morning on a secret Island ruled by muscular Amazons. He intended to visit his preferred hangout to get some drinks at the bar and maybe to flirt with some women should the opportunity arise. However, this evening should take a surprising turn of events. As he walked up to the bar, Jonathan noticed a person lying on the ground of a dark side street who supposedly was in need of help. Jonathan is a good-hearted guy; therefore he went into the dark street without much thinking. He recognized it was a man there on the ground who was trembling and muttering "Help me, please help me." Jonathan asked, "What has happened, Sir? How can I help you?" >>From the back he suddenly heard a voice, "You shouldn't be so helpful, Mister!" Jonathan turned around seeing two thugs coming towards him holding knives in their hands. "Yeah, you asshole, give us your money!" the man said who had just lain on the ground pretending to need help. Out of the blue he stood right next to Jonathan holding a baseball bat in his hands. "Great," Jonathan thought, "just what I need. Mugged by three thugs. Shit!" Jonathan tried to run away but the thugs blocked the exit to the main street. "Hey Mister, where do you wanna go? I'll tear your guts out!" Jonathan was sweating. "Ok, guys, calm down. I am sure we can settle this. I'll give you whatever you want." Nonetheless, one of the thugs suddenly rushed forwards and beat him on the head with the baseball bat. Jonathan cried out in pain and in fear for his life. He fell on the ground, he got dizzy and his view became blurred. The thugs were closing up on him, that he still could see but then he passed out. Hence he didn't notice the brutal, vicious beating that was about to happen. However, Jonathan wasn't going to be the recipient of the thrashing, no, the thugs were about to get it. They heard a voice coming from right behind them. Somebody had crept up on them without them noticing. "Isn't that a little bit unfair? Three guys against just one?" The thugs were stunned. Somebody had dared to interrupt them. Moreover it was a female. A female of a kind they had never before laid their eyes upon. They were looking at a woman who was at least six feet five not counting the high-heels she was wearing. She also wore black stockings and a black, woolen mini-skirt, which revealed ultra muscular long thighs and cannonball-calves. Furthermore she wore a muscle tee shirt showing incredibly muscular arms that were even bigger than the thighs of an average male. Her long black hair was combed back held together by a ponytail. None of the crooks managed to utter a word. The powerful woman looked down at them as if they were merely worms, her eyes were cold as ice. Her appearance alone put fear into the hearts and dicks of most men even hardened criminals. She smiled a cruel smile at their prey. After that she casually straightened her stockings as if the three men weren't even there. The thugs looked at each other in disbelief though trying to regain control over the situation. "Beat it Lady! Or do you want to taste some steel?" One thug waved his knife at her. She didn't even give him a single glance but continued to playfully straighten her fine silk stockings. Whilst doing that with her hands that had long, sharp, red fingernails, the massive, bulging muscles of her arms flexed and clenched. The crook with the knife went one step further in the direction of the Amazon who apparently didn't even notice him. However, he was dead wrong. Faster than a bullet her long, strong leg shot up and brutally kicked him in the balls. He and his two friends didn't even get the opportunity to react because the Amazon's attack happened so incredibly fast. The kick was also that hard and tough the beaten man was lifted up from the ground several inches high and for a moment he and his balls rested on the shoe-top of the Amazon inflicting further dire pain. Though the ball-busted man didn't fall on the ground after that. Simultaneously the powerful woman grasped the thug's throat with only one arm and held him up above the ground kicking him into the balls again. After that she vicously threw him against a wall, also using just one arm as if he was just a little puppy. That throw was that hard it crashed several bones in his body. The two other thugs clearly realized then, that they had made a fatal mistake in coming into this dark street this evening to mug an innocent man. In the movies thugs make another mistake all the times when facing a far more skillful and powerful opponent: They attack and subsequently get their asses whipped. In real life cowardly crooks run away. These two that were left over made no exception. The Amazon sighed as she watched the thugs beat it. However their escape attempt had a very short life given that the dark street was a dead-end. As a matter of fact they soon faced a brick wall. As they turned around they saw the Amazon bending over the unconscious Jonathan caressing his cheeks. She put him in a better position caressed him again and after that she slowly walked towards the two frightened thugs. There only were two streetlights in this deserted, narrow street where closed and barricaded back doors offered no other means of escape. As a result the only thing the scared crooks could do was to watch the Amazon coming towards them out of the shadow each sound of each step she made frightening them even more. "Hey, Lady, we didn't mean your bloke any harm. It was just a joke. Lady, can you hear me?" The Amazon had disappeared into the shadows again and didn't say a word. Step! Step! Step! Step Step! One of the thugs protected his balls as the Steps, Steps, Steps, came closer. Then the Amazon stood right in front of them. "Ok, listen," one of the thugs said, "it really was just a joke. We didn't mean any harm." He glanced at his partner. "Say something, asshole!" "Yeah, just a joke. Just look." He threw his knife away and nudged his friend who did the same with the baseball bat. The Amazon just continued to stand there in front of them looking them up and down. Then, at a snail's pace, she straightened her stockings again, which were a little bit out of order after she had administered the brutal kicking. "She, she, she is straightening her stockings again," whispered one thug in fear. "Oh, no, oh no, oh no." He turned away from the Amazon protecting his balls with his hands and dropping down to his knees. The other one just stared at her incredible physique in awe. He had given up. He knew what was coming and thought it best to be over with it quickly. The more he protested the angrier this superior femme fatale would get. When she was ready straightening her stockings she looked at them. Although the thug who stared at her was scared shitless he couldn't help but getting a major hard-on. The Amazon then looked at the bulge in his trousers with cold eyes. Instinctively he held his hands in front of his balls. His friend was no help, since he was still cowardly crouching on the ground. The Amazon moved towards him, he stepped back, but there was only the brick wall behind him. The Amazon pressed her hard body against his, so there was now a brick wall in front of him, too. A brick wall of female muscles of stone that was harder than the wall behind him. She pressed harder against him. The pressure was so enormous he couldn't lift his hands that still were in front of his ball. "Pleaseee," he stammered, but that caused the Amazonian muscles just to increase the pressure more and more and more, until he heard one of his rips breaking. He cried out in pain and yelled for his buddy for help, however his "buddy" was so afraid at what he saw the Amazon do he couldn't move. She moved away a precious inch from her victim. He took in the air but that didn't amount to much as the pain of the broken rip was overwhelming. Swiftly, the Amazon grabbed both his wrists, moved them away from his balls and eyed him coldly. "No, Lady, please don't hurt my balls, please, no," he whined. "I am not going to hurt your balls. I think you don't have any! If you had you wouldn't let yourself been beaten up by a woman." Instead, she increased the pressure on his wrists more, and more, and more. "Now, show me what you've got. little man. Come on. Can't you break free of my hold? I am just a woman and you are a hardened street criminal. Come on." He tried to break fear with all his strength but to no avail. He started to whimper and curse whilst trying so, but the harder he tried, the more the muscles of the Amazon bulged. Unexpectedly she let go off him. He sighed happily but the next moment she beat him viciously on both of his ears. He thought his head would explode and was just able to manage to see the Amazon standing in front of him, smiling. Tears shot him into the eyes, but the Amazon knew no mercy, she punched him into the stomach and he flew backwards against the brick wall. The punch was followed by an even more brutal kick by her foot to his chest, which broke another rip and sent him flying against the wall again. "You see, my little boy, I could use you as a body bag the whole night long. And there isn't a thing you could do about it. Will you promise to be a good boy from now on and never mug people again?" He tried to say something but simply couldn't because the pain was too strong. He barely could see her towering over him. The Amazon realized that this prey was down and out and ended her "conversation" with him by hoisting up the beaten male and subsequently putting him in a sleeper hold with her strong arms around his neck almost killing him. She let him fall to the ground and looked at the remaining thug. She had never seen a more frightened man in her life although she had put mortal fear in many men before. The guy trembled and shivered, sobbed and cried like a baby. The Amazon shook her head incredously. "What a baby you are." She kicked him, but not hard to which he cried out in fear. "What do you say, baby, shall we have a little fun together?" "No, no," he whined. "That's not your decision to make, I am afraid." "Sorry, Lady, I am so sorry. Please spare me, please don't hurt me." "Afraid I can't do that, little baby." When an Amazon is on a mission there is nothing on earth that could distract her; no begging, no pleading, and no whining. There is simply no mercy for an Amazon on a mission. As if she didn't want to do it, the Amazon grasped the crying man's neck and hoisted him up. She used just one arm although that was enough to press him against the wall standing. "Listen, dim-wit, this is your lucky day. It'll be over for you soon." Using her free hand she also took him by the belt of his trousers. As a result he was in her grasp, levitating horizontally over the earth. "Stop crying, baby. Don't make me angry!" However he couldn't help it. The Amazon was undecided for a moment. Should she drop him and at the same moment bring up her knee, smashing his balls or chest, or should she just throw him against the wall, head forward. "Please, let me go, please." He didn't stop crying. "Now you've made me angry, you little shit. Didn't I tell you to stop crying?" As a result of her anger she dropped him, smashed her knee into his stomach, grabbed him again, before he could fall to the ground, dropped him again and smashed his balls this time with her other knee. After that she threw him against the wall. After all her prey was down and out the Amazonian way she returned back to Jonathan who slowly regained consciousness. However, her first victim lying close to Jonathan was coming to as well. Therefore she put him to sleep again using a brutal karate kick to his temples. Jonathan was still dizzy and his vision blurred. The only thing he could see was shadows. Next thing he noticed a soft female voice, a voice so tempting and erotic he had never heard before in his life, whispering "Are you all right, Jonathan?" He sensed the presence of a woman nearby but couldn't see her clearly. He was sure though he didn't know her. "Who are you, what happened? Be careful, there are some thugs around her. Better call the police." "Don't mention it. They won't bother you no more. Are you badly hurt? Can you walk Jonathan?" Jonathan blinked, trying to clear his view, but that had no effect, he still couldn't see straight. "Walk? Where to? Please call an ambulance, my head is hurt and the world is spinning around, I'm all shaky." "I see," the smooth voice said using a tone that aroused Jonathan, despite his condition. He noticed the woman kneeling down next to him. He still was just able to see a shadow. However he smelled her perfume, which had a scent that lulled him like a siren's call yet managed to get him all excited at the same time. A soft hand was caressing his cheek. "Jonathan," whispered that unforgettable voice, "I have come here for you. You were chosen among others to come to the Amazon Island. I am your Guardian and I shall bring you there. Great things await you. Come with me, sweetie." If he had been able to, he would have followed that voice to the end of the world but right now he could barely see or stand up. He thought that the blow to his head by the baseball bat must have damaged something, how else do you explain such illusions? Next thing he noticed the woman holding something right under his nose. It seemed to be a little bottle of perfume. The scent was even more beautiful than the scent of the woman next to him. All of a sudden he felt free, but also aroused, excited and strong. He couldn't get enough of the scent. The effects of the scent on his body changed though, he soon felt sleepy, very sleepy, groaned and finally he was asleep. The Amazon looked at Jonathan. She should have met him in the bar and quietly drugged him and take him away with her car to the boat that awaited them down by the river. The encounter with the thugs was unexpected, but she really relished in it. Nothing like a good old bad men beating for an Amazon! It was a pity that there were just three of them. She gently put Jonathan over her shoulder, carried him to her car and put him in the back seat. Then she drove away with him. Jonathan's life should never be the same again. Next time you will visit "Amazon Island" with Jonathan, where huge muscular woman warriors enslave, dominate and train men brought to them from all over the world for a secret purpose. Chapter Two: The Awakening When Jonathan woke up the next morning he felt incredibly good and at ease. Eyes still closed he touched his head one of the thugs had beaten with a baseball bat, but to his surprise he could find no wound there at all. His head didn't even hurt. Deciding he must have had one or two drinks too much last night he yawned and dozed off into dreamland a little bit longer. Boy, did I have a strange dream last night, about that woman who was so incredible powerful to take on three strong men with weapons, he thought. At the same time he realized his penis saying "Hello, Good Morning," as he thought about the woman in his dream. Although he had only been able to see her as a shadowy silhouette. Then he heard a seagull's cry. A seagull? In the city? He also heard the sound of waves and felt a soft summer wind's breeze on his shoulder. Am I still dreaming? It's cold and grisly November time, now, and who has opened my window, then? He blinked, rubbed his eyes and was suddenly wide-awake. He hadn't dreamed. There were seagulls out there. From his bed he could see the sea and it wasn't November but summer. Wherever he was. He was not at home in his apartment that was for sure. Startled he looked around. He was sitting in a very comfortable bed with white, soft sheets. His only clothing was some sort of white underpants he had never seen before. The room reminded him of ancient Greeks' living quarters. He must still be dreaming, right. He slapped his face. Ouch! That hurt! So he was not dreaming this was real. It wasn't a trick his mind played on him. He jumped out of the bed; he ran to one of the windows and leaned out. Wherever he was, he was surely not at home, where the first snow had begun to fall, no he was someplace in the south, maybe on an island in the Caribbean Sea. But how was that possible? He looked out of the otherwindows. All he could see was a perfect beach, a perfect summer's day, a perfect blue sky and now three good reasons to go obscenely mad, because he couldn't figure out any of it. He was sure now the three thugs had attacked him yesterday. Then there was this woman who had saved him, or was that just a dream ... no, that was also true, but why didn't he have any bruises especially on his head? However the more pressing questions were: What the hell was he doing here? Who had brought him here and why? He ran to the door but it was locked. Damn! He hammered against it and yelled "Hey, let me out of here! Hey! Can't you hear me! Let me out!" There was no response. Jonathan stepped back from the door, realizing just then the artwork carved into the wood. It showed large and very athletic women striking all kinds of poses. Some were even lifting men or throwing them high up in the air, while the men seemed to enjoy it. He tried to open the door again, but damn it wouldn't budge. It seemed to be as strong as the women depicted on it. Jonathan looked around. Someone was about to play a sick game with him. For a moment he thought he was on candid camera, but no, even TV wasn't that dimwitted these days. There must be something else behind all this and he was about to find out. There was a table, some stools and a cupboard in this room, so he opened the cupboard, but all he could find were some more clothes that appeared like old Roman or Greek tunics to him. Well, you sick bastards, if you don't let me out of here the old-fashioned way, I'll do it another way - my way! Minutes later, Jonathan had the tunics and the bed sheet bound together to a long rope and wrapped it around the large, massive bed. Whoever sleeps in this bed usually sure could use some Weight Watcher counseling, but I don't even want to know. He threw his "rope" out of the window nearest the ground and looked about. Nobody was to be seen, the perfect time for an escape and for a call to the police. Just you wait until my lawyers get my hands on you! Carefully he climbed out of the window holding tight to the rope. The rope and the bed it was tied to, both made a very disconcerting sound, but Jonathan didn't care, he just wanted to get away and started to climb down. He was just halfway down, still too far up to jump safely to the ground, when he felt someone pulling the rope from above. At first the pull was very gently as if someone just wanted to make Jonathan aware of his futile escape attempt. Ahhh, shit, shall I jump? But it's pretty darn too high! Then Jonathan heard a loud and to his surprise female voice "You better hold on, Jonathan! Don't let go of your rope. When you fall you'll just break all your bones." Jonathan knew the voice. It was the woman who had saved him last night from the thugs. Jonathan didn't intend to fall, he tried to climb down as fast as he could. Breaking all my bones. Pah! Let's just see about that! I'll climb down faster you can say peep, you bitch! However, to his dismay, his plan didn't work out, since he suddenly felt the rope being pulled up with enormous force, faster than he could say, you know, peep. So, Lady you brought some of your friends with you? But just wait until you will have pulled me back up! I'll give you a beating, you will never forget! There was one last pull and Jonathan was flying back into the room he had just tried to escape from and hit the ground. He wouldn't go down without a fight - not this time at least, no Sir. He'd show all the guys that had pulled him up who is boss! Yes Sir! However there were no "guys" in this room. There was only the woman he already knew the voice of here. Looking at her in awe he understood that she was perfectly capable of pulling him up that fast all on her own. He saw long, muscular black-nylon clad legs, feet in high heel shoes that supported an unbelievable strong upper body. Her eyes belonged to a beautiful face looking down on Jonathan amused. "Hello, dear Jonathan. Great to finally meet you in person. Let me help you up." She gently but also firmly grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up from the floor and held him some inches above the floor for some seconds. Jonathan had never felt so much strength in a single person before. Finally she let him down, turning him around to face him. All that "I show you scumbags who's boss" staff had gone from poor Jonathan in a second. He just stood there staring at the Amazon who was at least five inches taller than he was. Just her broad shoulders alone gave Jonathan the creeps, let alone her biceps muscles that were perfectly well visible, since she just wore a tight-fit shirt above a mini-skirt. As Jonathan was recovering from the shock she moved towards him and put him in a mighty bear hug lifting him up from the ground. Jonathan's arms were pressed against his side with ferocious force, his rips almost broke and he had trouble breathing. He struggled with all his might to get free, but all his time in the gym was utterly useless. He wrenched like a mad bull terrier but to no avail. The Amazon looked into his eyes, smiling using her mighty bear hug effortlessly and without sweat. Finally Jonathan gave in. He was so exhausted he rested his head upon the big Amazon's shoulder, breathing hard. She loosened her grip a little bit. "Poor you. Are you ready now? Can we have a talk without you making any trouble?" "Yes." What else could he say? "I'll have much to show you, Jonathan. This will be your first lesson." She let him down, walked over to the door and opened it. "See, Jonathan, the door is open. You can go anytime you want." "Where is the catch?" "The catch? Well, you have to go through me first. If you manage that you are free to go." Shit, like going through a brick wall. She had perfectlydemonstrated how strong she was. But, maybe, Jonathan thought, I can out-manoeuver her, may be she is slow. What the heck, I'll give it a try! I'll have to distract her first. "Where am I? Why did you bring me here? Did you save me last night?" "So many questions. The first and the second I cannot answer right now. But, yes I saved you last night." "How do you know my name?" "We took a close look at you for quite a time, Jonathan, until we were sure you were a promising candidate." Jonathan slowly circled around the Amazon. "We? Are there more of your kind?" "Of my kind?" She laughed. "What a funny expression. Yes there are and most of them are here right now." "What do you want me then for?" "I can't answer that right ..." "Yeah, I understand you can't answer that right now. What's your name? Can you tell me that?" "For you my name is Dinah. I am your Guardian and your teacher." Yeah, when did you lose your straight jacket, baby? Jonathan made a run for it. So he thought. He hadn't even made the first step, when she was onto him. However this time, he was prepared. He ducked, jumped aside, grabbed a stool and lifted high up in the air to bring it down on the Amazon Dinah. For a moment he hesitated, he didn't want to hit a woman let alone with a stool. But that was her own fault. He just wanted to get away from this mad place. The Amazon straightened up. She didn't move away. She just stood there waiting for Jonathan to hit her. In the end he couldn't hit her. As a result they both just stood there, facing each other, Jonathan still swinging the stool. "What's up Jonathan. Come on show it to me." "Shut up, just move aside and nobody gets hurt." "You are such a sissy. I am waiting." "Don't you tempt me." "Sissy, sissy. Jonathan is a sissy." She taunted and mocked him like a little child. Still Jonathan couldn't hit her. So, he just threw the chair in her direction to distract her and ran for the door. However, the Amazon Dinah just caught the heavy wooden stool as if it were a feather with one hand and kicked Jonathan hard into the stomach with her nylon- clad leg putting a stop to his escape before it even started. Jonathan went down hard gasping for breath. Dinah went to him holding the stool in her hand. Involuntarily tears ran down Jonathan's cheeks because of the beating he had received. "Uh-huh, sorry, dear Jonathan. I really didn't want to hit you that hard, but I was distracted for a moment." She waiteduntil he recovered. "Tell me Jonathan, what did you want to do with this stool? You didn't want to hit me with it, didn't you? Jonathan answer me, I amtalking to you." "The thought had crossed my mind." "That's not very gentleman-like, Jonathan. Do you know what happens if you hit somebody like that? Do you want to know?" He shook his head. "Do you want to know?" she asked threatening. "Please, I didn't hit you with it. It just came out of my hand. Oh, no, please don't. Don't ..." She raised the heavy stool high up in the air. Jonathan tried to crawl away, but wasn't fast enough. Dinah brought the stool down- but not on Jonathan. She hit herself with the chair on the head like a hammer. Jonathan couldn't believe his eyes. The stool broke into a thousand pieces. Nevertheless the Amazon was totally unharmed. "You, see, dear Jonathan, that happens. At least when you hit an Amazon like me with total muscle control. Let me show you something else." She went out of the room returning in an instant carrying a large wooden box. She set it on the ground. "Try to lift it up. Come on, it won't bite you." "What's this now? The box carrying torture?" "Jonathan ... ." She said threatening but also with a tone of amusement in her voice. "Okay, I lift it up." Better said than done, Jonathan, because he simply couldn't move the box an inch. It was just too heavy. He tried to shove it; he kicked it in anger until Dinah started to laugh. "Stop it now, Jonathan," she giggled. "Now you are torturing me. Step aside." She opened the box. "Perhaps this is a little bit easier for you, as a man. See these four large and these small brick stones in there? Just take them out. Take two small bricks and put a long, heavy one atop of them and so on, until you have built a little wall. Do it, now!" "Okay, okay. Just don't yell at me. Now comes the "Bob the Builder" torture, is that it? If that makes you happy." Jonathan had to struggle to build that little wall of bricks, since the large ones were very heavy. Nevertheless he managed, plotting and scheming all the time on a way to escape. So she was stronger than he was, she was faster, one couldn't outpunch her, one couldn't outrun her, but there was something else he hadn't tried so far. >>From his mother who used to teach karate to young children he had learned a trick or two how to defeat an apparently superior opponent. He would cease the right moment and then, zack, hit her on one of the sensible nerves taking her out in an instant. That would include hitting a woman again, but this time he wasn't using a heavy stool just his hands so he thought it was justified. Just you wait Missy, calling me sissy! Nothing better than a good old karate chop to finish you off! "Uh, you are ready, Jonathan? What a fine work you did there." "If you like it. Let me ask you does that turn you on, I mean sexually?" She just laughed at that. Then she yelled out and with a swift, deadly motion of her hand hit the brick wall Jonathan had built and broke every stone from top to bottom. "You should see the look on your face now, Jonathan. That really turns me on." So much for using a martial arts technique on her. Damn! "Let me show you something else, dear Jonathan, something that gives me a rush." Before he knew it, Jonathan was lying on the ground with her heavy body on top of his. "I'll put you in some holds now, dear Jonathan. Please feel free to brake them." Oh, Jonathon tried to brake them. Oh yes he tried. However it was like fighting against a natural force you can't stop at all. She put him into reverse head scissors, squeezing until he begged for mercy and although Jonathan used to like the feel of nylon stockings this time it was different as an Amazon who wrapped him up so tightly wore them. She sat on his face, taunting him, asking him if he could still breathe, she used schoolboy pins, looking down on him smiling. She laughed at his feeble attempts to get free. Then she used body scissors tempting him to break the hold while she was casually looking at him. After that came standing head scissors. At this point Jonathan had given up. Although she didn't hurt him badly at all, he sensed she was holding back. Perhaps she is just using thirty percent of her powers. What happens if she really wants to hurt me? I would be dead in a second! As he was down on his knees his head still between her mighty thighs, something strange happened, something Jonathan never had expected to happen. At first he tried to pull her thighs away with his hands but that had no effect. His head was stuck between these thighs, these wonderful thighs, Jonathan thought amazed. Slowly he started to caress the muscles he could feel so vibrantly under the black nylon stockings. The feeling was hard and soft at the same time; he liked how his hands glided over the surface of arousing black nylon, discovering hills and valleys of hard female muscles right down below it. Especially her calves he saw right in front of him turned him on. Feeling and touching these strong, bulging calf muscles was better than anything he had ever felt before. Adding to that sensation was the feeling of total and complete helplessness. He was totally overpowered by this woman and realized he couldn't get enough of her. He got a major erection while he trembled with feelings never experienced before in his whole life. Oh, could he just stay there where he was forever. His underpants, which were just sheets, wrapped around him, fell to the floor. He heard the Amazon laugh. Please you can do anything you want to me, anything, I am at your hands, he thought but dared not speak out loud - yet. She loosened her head scissors, just enough to turn him around, and put him in head scissors again. This time he was staring at the ceiling but more prominently at her massive glutes. "Massage my glutes, Jonathan," a soft voice told him He obeyed. She took off her mini skirt so he could see them in all their glory. His hands dug deep into the wonderful, muscular flesh. He felt her strong hand grabbing his penis. He trembled. "Don't be afraid, Jonathan. I'll be very gentle with you. At least you have one muscle stronger thanmine." He would have liked this joke if he hadn't been on another planet right now: Planet Total Muscle Lust. Dinah started to carefully stroke his penis while Jonathan was wildly grabbing her glutes relishing in the feel of it, also touching her beautiful legs. Oh, Lord, oh Lord, please don't let this moment end. Dinah caressed his penis and Jonathan knew by gut instinct then he would do anything for this woman, anything she wanted, anything she desired if she only did never leave him. "You like that, Jonathan?" The seductive voice,her thighs, her dominance, her grip on his penis, her muscles, her power, her... her ... her ... everything about this women made Jonathan come. Although he was by no way inside this magnificent woman he had the best orgasm he had ever had. Nothing could compare to this. Oh Lord, thank you. She put him down gently, sat next to him and pulled him close cuddling Jonathan like a baby. She wiped away the semen on Jonathan's genitals with his underpants. Jonathan was out of breath. He couldn't believe what had happened. Yet the longing for this woman was about to grow again. "Jonathan?" "Yes,Dinah." "Did you like that?" "Yes, Dinah." "Will you follow my orders and dowhat I tell you?" "Yes, Dinah, I'll do anything for you. Anything." "That's good to hear, luv. I have to leave you now, my dear." "Please, don't go, please, stay with me, please ... " Dinah sighed. "Jonathan that's against the regulations." "I don't care, please stay." "You are exhausted anyway, luv, you can't do anything any longer." "That doesn't matter. Please just stay." She sighed again. Then she stood up carrying Jonathan to the open door. Theyentered a hallway. "You see, Jonathan, there are some more rooms. Look there is a bathroom." She went inside with him. "Look, there is a kitchen with something to eat." She went inside with him. Then she carried him to the last door. "This is the exit door, Jonathan. It is open." She put him down. "If you leave these quarters, you can never ever come back again. You will never ever meet the other sisters on this island. We will bring you back to the main land. Tomorrow you will wake up in your bed as if nothing has happened. If you stay there will be danger and you will need all your courage but in reward you will experience emotions and see things ordinary men can't even imagine. If you stay, I will come back later this night to visit you and spend the night with you. The choice is yours." To emphasize her words she kissed him, passionately, a kiss so hot it almost burned his soul. He couldn't help but touch her body where he could, finally she had to gently but firmly put down his hands. Then she left and Jonathan stood in the doorway alone and naked. Chapter Three: The Encounter with the Amazon Queen Jonathan didn't know what to do. He had never experienced something as wonderful as the female muscle domination with Dinah. Although his whole body was hurting, he was also yearning for her to come back and feel those beautiful muscles on him again. It hurt soooo good! Although everything about the situation was surreal and his mind told him to get away from here his heart and body told him to stay. No matter what should happen next he would never forgive himself if he left now. He went to the kitchen and ate some fruits he found there then he went into the bathroom and took a shower. In the living room he put the underpants back on at least he tried to. Basically they were just sheets to be wrapped around his lower parts and had to try out to make them stick to his body, but finally he managed. Jonathan lay on the bed. Dinah's wonderful scent was still lingering in the room making him all dizzy and getting him aroused. If he had to lie here forever he would wait for her, but she had promised to come back this night and the thought alone of him meeting her again nearly drove him crazy. The sun finally went down and he heard someone on the front door of his voluntary Amazon "prison". He stood up. And there she was again. Dinah. Looking ever so beautiful. She just wore a Victoria's secret black lace body suit. "Hello my sweetness," she said, "I am so glad you decided to stay." "I would have never left. Never left you." She smiled. "Get down on your knees, honey." He obliged. She came over to him put her massive arms around him and put his head in a smother hold right between her breasts. Jonathan managed to look up though and look into her eyes. She smiled at him. "Do you like it?" "Uh-huh, yes. I could stay there forever." "How do you like my glutes, sweetie? You can touch them." He caressed her wonderful glutes. "Awww, wonderful. You are sooo beautiful, Dinah." "Thank you, my sweetness." She continued to hold him between her breasts. He smelled her perfume, felt her muscles, felt her strength but also her kindness and tenderness. He knew right there and then that this was the most wonderful moment of his life. However, there should be more to come. "Honey, there is a change of plans." "Yes?" "The Amazon Queen wants to see you. Come with me." He didn't care about any Amazon Queen. He just wanted to be with Dinah. He would have followed her into hell and back. She lifted him up and carried him out of the front door of his "Amazon apartment". He caressed her cheeks, which she really liked. They finally arrived in a big hall. The Amazon Queen was sitting there on her throne. On her right and on her left side two huge Amazon warriors standing there, fully armored. In front of the throne there were nine Amazons, every one as tall and beautiful as Dinah. They were facing her Queen, each one of them towering over a helpless man they had forcibly put on down on their knees, their heads squeezed between their Amazon thighs using standing head scissors on them there was no escape of. "Awww, there is Dinah, with our last guest," the Amazon Queen said. Dinah put Jonathan down on the ground in a row with the other men and put his head between her thighs as well. Jonathan wasn't scared. He liked where he was right now. He managed to look at all the other women and at the Amazon Queen. Sure they were beautiful and strong as well. However, all he cared about was being with Dinah and since he was very close to her right now, he smiled happily. Nevertheless all the other men in the room didn't seem very happy at all. Jonathan could see they had bruises on their bodies and were clearly frightened, some of them even had tears in their eyes. Although Dinah put pressure on his head, Jonathan lovingly caressed her beautiful thighs. The Amazon Queen stood up and paraded in front of her "Warriors" and their captives. The men shivered in fear as she walked up and down in front of them, only Jonathan kept his happy smile on his face. The Amazon Queen carefully "inspected" each one of the men. Some of them tried to squirm out of the headlock, their respective Guardians had put them in, but to no avail. The Amazon Queen sighed. A big sigh. "What a sorry bunch of men you are. What is it with men these days? They don't have any enthusiasm for Amazonian beauty and strength, instead they are afraid. Sisters, is that all you could come up with? This sorry bunch of weaklings?" "Don't blame us, my Queen," one of the Guardians said,"men are just men. If it really comes down to it they are just useless cowards. It's really hard to find good men out there who are not intimidated by a stronger woman and really like it instead." "I know, sister, I know. But what have we here?" The Amazon Queen stopped right in front of Jonathan noticing the smile on his face. "What's your name, honey?" Dinah, loosened her thigh grip on him a little bit to make it easier for him to speak. "Jonathan." "You seem to like where you are right now, Jonathan." "Uh-huh. Yes. Best place in the world." The Amazon Queen looked at Dinah who nodded then she smiled and looked at the other men in the room. "Sisters, bring all those other worms back to where they came from." The nine Amazons then put their "victims" to sleep just by pressuring their necks and cutting off their air supply. They picked them up then and carried them out of the room. "What will happen to them?" Jonathan asked. "Nothing serious, honey. They will be drugged, but it's harmless. Tomorrow they will wake up in their beds, remembering nothing at all," Dinah said. "Stand up now, sweetie." She let go of him and Jonathan wasn't quite sure if he liked that, he did like her touch so much, but he stood up as she had told him to do. She carried him back to his quarters. "Awww, perfect," Jonathan thought and stroked her cheeks gently. As they arrived there, Jonathan was startled. The Amazon Queen and all the other Amazons were already there, sitting in a circle. Dinah put him in the middle or the circle. Jonathan took a look around, smiling. "I have never seen such beautiful women like you in my whole life." Although all these women were strong and tough, Jonathan thought he noticed how some of them blushed. The Amazon Queen said "You know, men like you are hard to find." "What do you mean by that?" Jonathan asked. "You are no weakling, yet you find women who are stronger than you attractive and have no trouble with it." "No, I don't. Just look at the bulge in my trousers. Is that proof enough?" The Amazons laughed. Dinah held a condom in her hand. "I think you are going to need this honey." She unwrapped his underpants and his erection was perfectly visible to all women in the room. "At least I have got one muscle on my body, stronger than any of yours," Jonathan laughed, as did all the Amazons. "Yes, that's right, honey, because we don't have that certain muscle. But you are going to need it now." Dinah grabbed him by his penis and gently pulled the condom over it which was almost enough for Jonathan to come already in his state of anxiety and pleasure he was in right now. He was still sitting on the floor as all the Amazons stood up and dropped their clothes. "Beautiful ... " that was all that Jonathan managed to say. Then they were on to him. Thirteen wonderful, muscular women. And Jonathan thought "Thirteen is now my lucky number." However this was the last conscious thought he managed to have, since he let himself go and felt the pleasure and pain of sex with these wonderful women. They were onto him, holding him down, outmuscling him, massaging every part of his body with their beautiful muscles. They sat on his face, they lifted him high up in the sky, they straddled him while they took turns putting his penis that had never been so hard in his life in their Amazon vaginas. Jonathan was sweating hard, at times he thought to lose consciousness out of pure lust, but he managed to avoid that, he didn't want to miss a moment, he wanted this to go on forever. He came five times this night. More than ever before in his life. He tried more, but couldn't. These women had worn him out. However, they didn't mind. They continued to play with him, caressing his body, playing with him, getting him all excited. Although he was that worn out he couldn't come any longer let alone have an erection he relished every moment of it. He loved every inch of these wonderful Amazons bodies' , he loved their huge and hard breasts. He had never felt breasts before that were so hard and so exciting. An Amazon to his left and one to the right each put his middle finger into their vaginas, another one squeezed his penis with her hard breasts, tempting it to grow hard again, another one played with his balls, stroking them gently, two kissed his legs and licked the sensual part of his knees. There was an Amazon to the left of his face and one to the right, massaging his cheeks with their breasts, another one was holding his neck in a gentle stroke hold, flexing her biceps softly against his throat. Right in front of his eyes another Amazon was posing, flexing her incredible big and beautiful muscles. They wanted him to come again. They wanted him to have an erection again. Dinah smiled at him. She bent over him and slowly started to kiss his chest working her way up with kisses to his face, licking his eyes, his nose then coming down to his mouth. Although Jonathan was all worn out, that was enough for his final erection. He didn't think that was possible for him, but there it was. Dinah quickly took advantage of the situation and sat on him putting his penis inside her. She slowly moved back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The other Amazons let go off Jonathan. To his amazement they all kissed him and then, one by one they left the room. He was alone with Dinah. She put one of her breast into his mouth, telling him to kiss and caress her rock hard nipple. He happily obliged. His hands were all over her body, feeling her buttocks, her shoulders, her biceps. He caressed her breasts and was very gentle about it. That excited Dinah all the more, her movements became faster. Suddenly she stood up. However, she grabbed him hard by his buttocks, holding him between her thighs, forcing his penis to stay inside of her. She pushed him inside. Hard. Harder. And then he came. He came like he had never come before. He yelled like an animal. He didn't know what, it was just pure wild lust. He heart was racing. Dinah came , too at the same time. She didn't yell out, instead afterwards she grabbed Jonathan and threw him high into the air, laughing out in pure joy. She caught him and threw him again and again. Then she craddled him into her strong arms like a baby. "Thank you, Jonathan," she whispered. "Thank you from all of us." Jonathan looked into her eyes. Understanding. "You are the real Amazon Queen, aren't you?" She smiled at him. "Yes, sweatheart I am." ********************************************************************** Next morning, Jonathan woke up in his own bed at home. He knew he hadn't been dreaming, he could feel it on his body and he could still smell the scent of the women who had given him so much pleasure. The phone rang. He instantly knew who it was. "Hello, Dinah." "Hello, Jonathan. How are you doing? I hope we didn't rough you up last night?" "I'll have to check this first." Dinah laughed. "Everything still where it should be?" "I think so. Only my heart will break if I don't see you back, soon." "You mean all the girls?" "Yes and no." "What do you mean?" "I want to see you back as soon as possible." He heard a knock on his door. He opened it and saw Dinah standing there, holding a cell phone. "I think that can be arranged, my dear." He closed the door. The End