Ambrose And The Amazon

A week or so later, Brody was walking to meet Marla on Pelham Boulevard. He hated this part of town, and his thighs hurt, anyway. The night before, Marla had taken Brody over her knee and beaten him with a hairbrush.

 

She'd sort of trapped him in a surprise. His beautiful, gigantic seven foot tall girlfriend in an adorable fishnet halter pink body stocking...she'd crooked her finger, and he'd stripped, running to her.

 

But then Marla had said. "Brody, I'm very annoyed that you neglected to do the dishes again. This isn't your manor with ten servants...I made you dinner, and you didn't do the dishes."

 

And Marla had pointed at her beautiful shapely pink knees, and Brody had sighed and climbed over them, and Marla had beaten his little buttocks hard as he'd kicked and screamed.

 

"P-please please no more!" Brody had screamed, as the elephant's tusk hairbrush had covered his cheeks with harsh welts. He'd looked over his shoulder at her, and her beautiful breasts were bouncing in the body stocking as she whipped him.

 

Finally she'd pushed Brody off her lap and he'd held his little butt and cried. Was there sympathy? No, Marla actually imitated him crying, and poked fun at him. "Waaah Mommy don't hit me! Brody you are truly pathetic." Marla said, laughing her ass off.

 

"Look here, you're being quite unfair" Brody steamed. "I treat you like a queen-I take you out to dinner and buy you jewelry, and goddamnit, I am too tired to wash dishes. I work all day!"

 

But Marla laughed, and then she reached out and grabbed Brody's little nipples and twisted them until he began crying again, falling to his knees in acute pain.

 

 

Then she'd locked him in the closet while she watched "Six Feet Under" on Showtime.

 

By the time he was released, blowing his nose and tearing up, it was time for Brody to dress and go home.

 

 Marla had promised him that they'd have a nice reunion tomorrow if Brody could be a good boy.

 

God he hated Pelham Boulevard, it's so damn seedy. Why does she hang out here? People openly stared at him as he waddled down the street, the lower classes have no manners, he thought.

 

Ambrose had tried to explain to Marla that just because she'd gone to Jefferson Vocational High with these people, it didn't mean she had to spend her life with them. Brody, after all rarely kept up with his old friends from Groton.

 

And there she was, holding up the wall of a Kentucky Fried talking with some loser blacks and Hispanics. Oh, look at Marla. She was clad in a violet tube top and little white shorts and high heeled sandals.

 

On Tuesday night, Marla had tied Brody's hands behind his back with a pair of her nylon stockings. She'd made him lie on his own living room floor while she'd poked and prodded his erection with those same sandals.

 

"You look so goddam stupid wriggling around, honey." Marla had said coldly, and Brody had blushed, but what could he do? His dick was absolutely stiff with desire. The tip of her sandal had pushed against his stiffie, and suddenly she was pressing his dick against the floor, trying to stub it out as if it were a cigarette.

 

Just as he'd squeaked, Marla had let up and returned to the leather masturbation of poor Brody's wee-wee. Easily a size thirteen, the shoes seemed to be covering Brody's entire body.

 

Finally, Marla had removed her shoes and her feet had begun to wander around his crotch, her toes poking the tiny shaft harshly with her pedicure as he'd moaned. Finally, Marla had rubbed the big toes of both her feet against Brody's penis until he'd squirted all over her feet.

 

"What a goddamn mess! Can't you control yourself!" Marla had then screamed, and she'd idly kicked Brody in the balls for his "mistake" though he'd known that it had certainly been her intention.

 

Then Marla had taken Brody by the hair, and turned him over, forcing him to lick up his semen, which had nearly made him ill, off her feet. Then she'd made him clean and polish all 41 pairs of shoes that she owned...but it had been an exciting chore!

 

Now he was hoping to grab her, and hail a cab and take her away from horrible Pelham Boulevard as soon as possible. She looked as if she was so happy with these uh, former classmates that she might have no interest in leaving at all, though this was impossible.

 

Three nights before, after his harsh spanking, Brody had been tied to the bed and Marla had idly played with Brody's cock as she'd talked about her fascination with black men. "They're so big, and their dicks can cum again and again.

 

 Once I went with my friend Rudy to a porn store and he went in the little peepshow booth with me on his lap and he jerked off three times in five minutes. What a stud!"

 

Can you believe she'd still want to see such a disgusting "friend" but Marla was that kind of girl. Just disturbingly democratic.

 

As she'd discussed Rudy and the other fellows, her long fingers had stimulated Brody's tiny genitalia to a little peak and he'd moaned, but she'd fallen asleep before he could cum.

 

God, and Brody hadn't been able to reach her at all today! Just a quick e-mail telling him where he could meet her on Pelham Boulevard.

 

 Marla had  quit the job with Dad, so Brody couldn't reach her during the day. "She probably sold all that jewelry you gave her, boy" Dad had said. "So then she quits her job. You're a damn fool to treat a ten-dollar girl like a hundred-dollar lady."

 

But goodness how could Brody defend Marla. Look at her there with her criminal friends. They looked like a rap group. Shit, whatever that spade just said to Marla couldn't be that funny, could it?

 

Marla's tits were shaking in the little tube top as she laughed and laughed. All Marla's African American pals were quite tall, but none were as tall as she was. Brody heard one say "Damn girl, you higher than a tree!"

 

The fucker has his arm around her. I can't believe this. I should punch him in the knee, Brody thought balefully.

 

Having been raised in Biloxi, Mississippi in the heart of the South, Ambrose retained the racism of his white forebears, and it burned him to watch his white girlfriend flirting with these boofs.

 

The midget walked up. "Marla! Sorry I'm a bit late..." One of the blacks looked at him and snickered, and then they all laughed, Brody flushing. Marla smiled lazily at Brody and slowly pulled her arm off the shoulders of the one Brody had christened "Rastus."

 

"Well there! How's my little cutie pie?" She flashed a smile at the guys. "This is my boyfriend Brody." The blacks stared and then burst into violent laughter. Brody looked annoyed.

"We'd better go." he said, staring up at Marla indignantly. He was aware that being tiny, balding and in a three piece suit, and being angry at the same time made him look curious, and it just made Brody madder.

 

Marla loped up to Brody. "Hey honey. give me a hug." Brody looked up at her. Normally she would bend down, but apparently not now. So he reached his little arms around her thighs and squeezed, and this made the Negroes nearly fall into the street.

 

"Goddamn man, he don't even reach her waist. Girl, what you want to go out with one of Santa's elves for?"

 

Brody breathed through his nose. He knew he shouldn't get too upset here.

 

"He's my cute little guy though." Marla said, giggling, as she reached down and picked Brody up as if he were a two year old and held him close. Brody was terribly humiliated,but on the other hand his head was squooshed between her full pink boobs and it was quite intoxicating.

 

"He's a good boy, Brody is, and you should be nice to him, guys." Marla smiled. But Brody was whispering in her ear.

 

"Lets get the hell out of here, honey. I don't want to have anything to do with these people." Marla looked at him sharply. "These are your friends, honey, but let's go anyway." Brody tried to be apologetic. "I know you like lowlifes."

 

Suddenly Marla shook her arms free of Brody and he fell down on his ass on the sidewalk. "What the hell is wrong with you?" SLAP! Marla's hand came down, crashing against Brody's jaw harshly. "Boys, he thinks you're a lowlife. Why should we put up with this?"

 

Suddenly the joyous black and Hispanics stopped laughing, and in a moment, Ambrose felt himself being pulled into an alley behind the KFC.

 

An hour later, Brody and Marla entered Marla’s apartment.

Poor Brody! it had been quite a negative adventure. He looked all sweaty and bloodstained as they came into Marla's apartment after he'd been worked over by the boys. Brody was shaking and trembling. "I-I can't believe I just went through that."

 

"Well, honey, you shouldn't have called them lowlifes. It's not nice to be snide. And I get annoyed when things like that happen." Marla said severely. But then she softened, as he was about to burst into tears.

 

Marla came up to Brody and helped him remove his clothes. Then she took him into the bathroom and gave him a nice bubble bath, and rubbed iodine all over his sores. Although Ambrose objected, Marla also gave him an enema, so he could properly "process" his feelings.

 

She noticed that whatever else the problem, it seemed that Brody's erection was stiff. He was horny as a little windup doll, despite having been beaten up by a street gang at his girlfriend's urging.

 

After making him a cup of tea, Marla had taken him on her lap in the living room, and let Brody sob in her arms. Sometimes it's tough to give someone their medicine, especially when they are a racist dwarf, eh? Marla had to admit though that her father's maxim "This hurts me more than it hurts you" couldn't possibly be true in this case.

 

"There, there Brody" Marla said as she rubbed Brody's little balding head as the midget sat, sobbing in her lap. His lower lip kept trembling and she had to hold a Kleenex up to his nose and order him to blow several times.

 

Marla bit her lip to keep from laughing.  They had been a bit hard on the poor little guy, but it had been quite comical to watch Ambrose Gunn III's little dwarf body running about frantically in a disgusting alley in the worst part of the city. Running while drunken, PCP-incited blacks and Hispanics chased him, getting in their licks!

 

It was weird, as Marla caressed Brody's welts and weals she seemed to be getting really horny. Her panties were almost drenched with the pleasure of remembering his screams and howls of pain, and what he'd gone through.

 

That little teeny body taking all the abuse..."You call me niggah!" DeForrest and Idell had screamed as they'd pummeled the poor dwarf with thier fists. Marla had not tried to stop them at all.

 

Perhaps it had started after the first night when Marla had beaten Brody's balls with the high heel...when he'd confessed that he wanted her to dominate him. After he'd gone home, she'd run in the bathroom and masturbated again and again, and she'd done it yet again after whipping Brody's poor little ass with the hairbrush a few nights ago.

 

And now watching her good-for-nothing friends, and Brody was right, they were lowlifes, kicking the shit out of the poor little bastard...oh joy! It had been such a thrill for her. What kind of a freak was she, anyway?

 

But now he was sobbing on her lap, and she certainly didn't want him running away from her in fear. "Perhaps we were too hard on you, honey." What else could she say? But Brody's patrician attitude had just burned her up. How dare he come up like a little Napoleon and order her to abandon her "lowlife" friends?

 

Of course she'd lost her temper, though they oculd have all been prosecuted for kidnapping and assault for dragging the little bastard into the alley, stripping him of his suit and giving  him that whipping.

 

Manuel and DeForrest had held Brody down while Lloyd had nearly taken the skin off the midget's little rear with  a broken steel carpenter's level. Brody's frantic screams had been muffled when Julio had stuffed an abandoned sponge in his mouth. But it had still been evident that he was in acute pain.

 

Now Brody kept shaking his head sadly. "I don't understand it, Marla. How could you incite a group of angry thugs to take off myclothes and whip me with cut off hoses and radio antennas?"

 

Yes, that had happened too. Crawford and Miguel had kept running out to the street to break off fresh antennas from the cars every time they'd broken one on Brody's rear end. 

 

Marla felt a thrill in her vagina thinking of the bright red streaks that had been risen by the swings of those horrible antennas, as well as the straightened coat hanger that little Darius Washington had found and used on Brody's tiny shoulders.

 

Now poor little Brody was shaking and his body was covered in all these horrible marks as he sat and cried on Marla's knee. "All I've tried to do was spoil you, Marla, I've bought you jewelry, furs and diamonds,

 

 I've taken you to the nicest places and you treat me as if I were your retarded younger brother and you were ashamed of me."

 

Marla had to say something now. "Well Brody, I thought you um, liked being dominated though maybe it was a little too much." That was for sure. 

 

 One of the Hispanics, Paco, had actually used a ring of fifty keys, his weapon as warlord of the Pelham Boulevard Lobos to nearly burst Brody's testicles. Now Brody's entire crotch was black and blue.

And then Marla had taken Brody over an old oil drum in the alley and she'd whipped him with one of her sandals, until he'd screamed and blubbered.

 

 "Now kiss everyone's boots and say you're sorry for calling them lowlifes and I'll take you home young man." Marla had ordered, and covered her mouth to keep from laughing as the naked midget millionaire had bent over everyone's boots, all the ex-convict minority gang members.

 

"I b-beg your pardon for slandering you." he'd said, and unfortunatley, the fellows hadn't taken it as graciously as Marla would hope. Crawford had actually pushed Brody's face in a mud puddle and held it there with his boot for a moment after Brody had apologized.

 

"Why don't we make the little motherfucker suck our dicks?" PAco had asked, and Marla had said "Not now"  and she'd seen Brody's mud-covered face looking at her, wondering what "not now" meant.

But back in Brody's house having him naked on her lap, with his face buried in her tube top, things seemed as if they were better.

 

 "Honey, you have to understand, these are my family, these boys." Marla said, smiling. "I grew up on Pelham Boulevard. My parents were on welfare. I was a pickpocket, a shoplifter and a purse snatcher, and the gang helped keep us fed."

 

"I was just so upset that you were treating my gang-family like lowlifes. But I overreacted. If you want, I'll try to be a nice submissive girlfriend from now on, and I won't give you all the shit I've put you through this week."

 

Brody thought about it. She'd experimented rather heavily with spankings and whippings and she'd teased him something awful.

 

And she hadn't once given him one of her superior blowjobs that he'd so enjoyed in the past, when she'd put his little dick between her large, full lips...but he was submissive himself, and it turned him on that a big, towering woman would take little Brody over her knee and punish him!

 

"Oh, no, Marla" Brody said hesitantly. "I like being your submissive, and you are a wonderful dominant...you tease me so well." He looked down and Marla was making him forget all the pain that Paco's keys had brought to his groin by rubbing and massaging his tiny penis into a little erection.

 

Marla's long fingers moved Brody's little glans back and forth as if she were wrestling with a child-proof Tylenol bottle cap, and he moaned happily. "What a cutie you are...and what a nice little dickie-bird you have." Marla kissed Brody's ear wetly.

 

It was amazing how her red-tipped fingers could tease and excite Brody's tiny penis, two fingers holding the head while one was gently tickling his testicles. Any other woman would have to use two hands for this, even on Brody's little genitals, but Marla was an Amazon!

 

And her other hand was rubbing and stimulating Brody's nipples, and he was becoming quite aroused.

Brody couldn't quite understand how Marla knew just where the sensitive spots on his pen9is were, and how to make his frenum quiver...most women didn't know much about penises, but it was almost as if Marla had had her own dick previously and thus was an expert.

 

Almost?