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        Once she wrapped her long, strong legs around my neck I knew it 

was all over for me.  Her legs hadn't looked that strong, but she really 

knew how to squeeze.  In fact, she crushed my neck with such force that 

I was unconscious in a matter of three seconds.  How do I know?  She timed 

it to see how long I would last.  



        As I came to Allison said, "You are useless.  You went out in only 

three seconds.  I can't wait to see how long you last in the other holds I 

put you in.  You are mine and I'm going to enjoy taking you apart and then 

putting you back together like I want you.  You may rest for a few minutes 

and then we'll continue."



        I was flabbergasted.  This was supposed to be a normal flight to 

a business meeting and here I was being 'woman' handled by a beautiful 

stewardess.  Thank goodness the plane was not full and so the two of us 

were alone in the first class section.  I have never known more fully 

the meaning of personal service.  The rest period was not long enough 

for me to fully recover, but I'm certain that no amount of time would 

have helped.  I was not even close to being in her league in the strength 

department.  I began to recall how this had started.  It was difficult to 

think clearly, but I remembered that we had started talking with each other 

and that I had told her that I had heard that stewardesses were required 

to stay in shape or they were taken off of the flight line.  She had told 

me that was correct.  Then I asked her how she stayed in shape and her 

response was, "I lift weights, run, and wrestle with men."  The last part 

of her comment had been a surprise and I had asked her if she ever won. 

Her comment at this point was, "I have never lost to a male in any test 

of strength.  Would you be interested in trying me on for size later?"  

I had foolishly said yes, and here I was.



        I had begun to recapture some of my senses and composure when 

Allison came over to me, bent over and whispered in my ear, "I'm going 

to put you away with my arms this time.  I've really been working on 

building up my biceps and triceps.  My legs have always been strong and 

my dancing has helped to keep them very powerful.  After I knock you out 

this time, I'm going to have to get back to work.  But after we land and 

I'm off duty, we'll spend the evening together and I'll really show you 

something.  Now stand up here in the aisle and get ready for your 'nap.'"  



        I knew better than to argue with her so I stood up.  Allison 

wrapped her arm around my neck and slowly began to increase the pressure 

of her headlock.  Just as I was about to submit and beg her to stop, I 

heard her say. "Oh damn, there's the call button.  Good night, little one, 

see you in your dreams."  And she poured on the pressure.  I was out like 

a light.  It was about ten minutes before I came to.  I was sitting in my 

seat; this beautiful woman had lifted me up and had put me in my seat.  I 

was both excited and frightened at the thought of spending the evening with 

her, but I realized that I was unable to argue with her.







        The flight lasted another hour and Allison would walk by periodically,

smile and wink and flex her arm muscle for me.  Then she would shake her head 

and give a little laugh.  A few times she made comments like, "I'm really 

getting excited about tonight" and "You're mine little man, and these babies 

here are going to make mince meat out of you tonight.  I'm going to finish 

you off with my legs, but my arms are going to soften you up for the final 

crush from my legs.  Then you will be mine totally in body mind and soul. 

Feel how hard this arm is."  By the end of the flight I think a sixteen 

year old high school cheerleader could have taken me I was so intimidated.



        I thought about just going out and getting a cab to the hotel room 

and leaving Allison behind.  I guess she was wise to my thoughts because 

she said to me before we left the plane, "If you don't wait for me in the 

lobby, I'll find you and you will be in real trouble.  This will be a night 

you'll remember for the rest of your life at any rate.  If you do as I tell 

you, I'll only make you suffer a little pain and then I'll put you out.  But, 

if I have to find you, and believe me I will find you, then I'll make you 

suffer a lot of pain before I put you out.  It's your choice."  I waited 

for her in the lobby and we took a cab to my hotel.



        After we got to the room Allison told me to strip to my shorts 

while she went into the bathroom to change.  When she came out she was 

wearing a floor length robe.  She stood about 5'11" tall to my 5'6" as 

I looked up at her she untied the robe and let it fall to the floor.  My 

breath caught.  My God, she was beautiful and her body was fantastic.  She 

went into a double bicep pose and flexed her thighs at the same time.  The 

muscles rippled and popped out at me.  I guess my mouth dropped open and I 

was speechless because Allison said simply, "Well, little one, what do you 

think?  Do you think you can handle me?  I don't think you can.  In fact 

I'm sure you aren't half as strong as I am.  Let's start this session with 

you begging me to put you out with my big, hard bicep on my left arm."



        Allison then wrapped her left arm around my neck.  She didn't even 

hold on with her other arm.  She began to squeeze me with her left arm and 

I thought she was going to break my neck.  I started squirming around trying 

to get out of the hold, but to no avail.  I heard her taunting voice say,

"Look at you.  I am only using one arm and you are flopping around like a 

fish out of water.  And this is with my left arm, which is my weakest.  I'm 

not using all of my power yet and you are rapidly running out of steam."  

She gave me one quick burst of additional power and I felt light headed.  

I begged her to stop before she broke my neck.



        After a few more minutes of torture Allison said, "Are you afraid 

I'll break your scrawny neck?  Are you begging me to knock you out?  Do 

you think I can put you away with this arm?  Well, say something."  Before 

I could answer, she increased the pressure on my neck and I was out cold.  

She had done it to me and had said this was her 'weak' arm.  I knew for 

sure that I was totally outclassed by this beautiful woman in the strength 

department.



        As I came to Allison was standing straddling my body.  I looked up 

and she once again went into her muscle flexing pose.  "Not bad for a member 

of 'the weaker sex' huh, little man?  I told you I had been working on my 

arms and I feel better knowing that my 'weak arm' was able to so easily 

wipe you out.  I still didn't need, or use all of my strength to put you 

out.  I realize that you are starting to get foggy headed from all of this. 

All the guys I work over get this way.  In fact before we are through you'll 

be lucky if you remember your own name.  Now get up here and let me show you 

what the big hard bicep of my right arm can do to you."



        As I slowly got to my feet Allison walked over to me and grabbed 

me by the hair and helped me stand up.  She then smiled and put my jaw in 

the crook of her arm.  She lifted me off of the floor and flexed her bicep. 

I thought she was going to break my jaw.  Before she did, she set me down, 

put me in a half of a bear hug - she wrapped her right arm only around my 

waist and began to crush my ribs.  I tried to remove her arm but could not. 

"That's right try to get out of this.  I'm only using one arm and you can't 

even get loose.  Now I'm going to knock you out."  She crushed me to her 

and I could not breathe; so I went out.



        This time when I came to Allison leaned over me and said, "I'm not 

ready for you to come to yet little one; so back to sleep you go." And she 

slammed my face into her boobs and crushed my head until I passed out again. 

As I came to this time, through foggy eyes, I noticed that there was a cart 

from room service and a waiter was standing beside Allison feeling her flexed 

right arm. I heard her say to him, "I told you that I had knocked him out 

with my arms.  Now that you've seen and felt these babies do you believe me; 

or maybe you want me to demonstrate their power on your scrawny head.  Well, 

are you convinced?"  He frantically mumbled his belief and almost ran to the 

door to get out of there.  Allison was laughing at him when she noticed me 

getting to my feet.  "Well, well, sleepy head, I see you are awake.  I

ordered some food for us while you were 'resting.'  I know you need some 

time to recover from the power of my arms.  I told you I was going to 

soften you up with my arms, and from the looks of you, we're getting there. 

Let's eat and then I'll finish my arm power demonstration and you'll be all 

set up for these legs to work you over."



        I took as long as I could eating the rare steak she had ordered. 

We sat around for awhile and finally she uttered the words I knew were 

coming, "Ok, pee wee, the rest period is over.  It's time for me to use 

both of my arms to put you on ice.  I'm going to put you in an 'Allison 

hug', which is more powerful than a bear hug.  And I'm going to make you 

last for awhile before I put you back to sleep with this hold.  I want 

you to struggle as much as you can.  In fact, the harder you try the more 

merciful I'll be."  



        She calmly walked over to me and lifted me to my feet with a 

handful of hair.  Then she wrapped those massive arms of hers around my 

waist and slowly began to increase the pressure.  It wasn't long before 

I thought my back and ribs would break.  I was thrashing around trying 

to get loose as Allison laughed and made fun of my futile attempts to 

escape.  She would bounce me up and down and then snap her arms tighter. 

It was like a boa constrictor around my waist.  After several minutes of 

this torture, Allison squatted down, moved her hold down a little and 

then stood up picking me up off of the floor.  "Ok, I think you are 

about softened up now.  I guess in a way I feel sorry for you because 

my legs are going to break you in half and there's nothing you can do 

about it.  Say, 'please Allison, you are too much woman for me.  Please 

finish me off now with your big, strong, hard arm muscles.'"  I begged 

her to finish me off and the pain and fear in my voice was real.  She 

started to increase the pressure slowly, stopping at various points to 

watch and laugh at the anguish in my face, until I was unconscious and 

dangling limp in her powerful arms.



        I woke up feeling like a train had run over me.  Allison had 

changed into another bikini which really showed off her magnificent body. 

"Now, little one, since you have been such a good exercise dummy for my 

arms, I'm going to crush your skull with my long, powerful legs.  You may 

crawl over here on your hands and knees while I put on some high heels.  

They always make my well developed calves bulge, and they make me tower 

over you even more.  Are you intimidated by me?  That's a good little 

man.  Now stick your head right here between my calves and feel some 

real power."  My mind would not work properly.  I couldn't even think,

but I guess my survival instinct took over and I tried to argue with 

her and explain why I didn't want to comply.  But Allison would have 

none of this.  She walked over and slugged me in the stomach causing 

me to bend over, then she pushed my head down between her massive thighs. 

She raised up on her toes and I was facing her bulging calf muscle when 

she squeezed with a sudden bolt of power which knocked me out instantly. 

When I came to I was still being held between her massive legs.



        When she noticed that I was conscious she gave me a quick jolt 

of power and then let me drop face first to the ground.  "Now, weakling,

let's try this again.  Stick that stupid head between my calves."



        This time I complied and once again she rose up on her toes.  The 

flex of those pillars of power had me screaming in pain and I was begging 

her to stop almost the instant she started to squeeze.  Allison was determined

to teach me a lesson, so she reached around behind her, grabbed a handful of 

hair and stuffed my neck between her thighs.  She then grabbed me around the 

waist and pulled my legs into the air, which placed me in a combination 

'Allison hug' and a neck scissors.  



        "I'm going to crush you with my legs and knock you out.  Then when 

you come to, I'll do the same with my arms.  I'm going to keep this up until 

you are so scrambled brained that you'll do whatever I tell you to do.  I 

told you you were mine and I'm serious." 



        Crunch with the legs - out cold.  Crunch with the arms - out cold. 

She did this five times with her legs and five times with her arms.  When 

she finished, she dropped me to the floor, bent over, putting that massive 

chest in my face and said, "Now, take off all your clothes and crawl around 

the room barking like a dog."  She stood up and flexed her thigh and bicep 

and continued, "Or do you want me to work on your weak little body and brain 

some more?"  



        I stripped and started crawling around as fast as I could barking 

like a dog as Allison rolled in laughter at me.  Finally she told me to 

stop and once again raised me to my feet by the hair.  I looked up into 

her smiling knowing face and she asked, "Well, what do you think now, 

little man?  Are airline hostesses in good shape or what?  Get my bath 

water ready and then I'll let you wash me.  NOW MOVE!"  I nearly jumped 

out of my skin and I ran to the bathroom as she once again fell into a 

helpless laugh at me.



        My head and body hurt for weeks after that.  Allison and I see 

each other very infrequently, but whenever our paths cross she always 

fits in a 'workout.'  The result is always the same - she bends and 

twists me into all kinds of painful positions and then she knocks me 

out time after time after time until my brain is so scrambled that 

sometimes I don't even know my own name.  The next time you fly, 

remember this story if you plan on testing a beautiful airline 

hostess's strength.



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