She decides a little discipline may be in order...

Josie clamped her vice like grip around a hastily gathered bunch of your hair and pulled your head authoritatively upward so your gaze meets hers. A grin streaks across her face, she clearly enjoys her immense physical power. "You men... You're pathetic" she growled, her gaze piercing right through you. "You deem to believe you're the masters of your own destiny, but in reality, you're completely dependent on a woman's touch, from cradle to grave." she mocks as her soft hand lowers to your face.

Your body shuddered as she slowly and tortuously strokes your cheek. As butterflies flutter in your stomach and your chest heaves, you're not sure if you're experiencing fear or perhaps... arousal?

"I think that proves my point." her words shook you from your contemplation. The direction of her eyes inform you of a throbbing erection bulging against the contours of your jeans.

"Let's see what we have here" She cooed stretching one hand to grasp the waist of your pants.

"Please... what are you g-going to do to me?" You stammered to no avail as with a single hand she lifts you into the air and simultaneously tugged your jeans right down to your ankle cuffs. With a gasp you flip onto your back, she disrobed you with such **** your underwear tore off and, split in half, fell right off, leaving only a thick red mark where the tough material dug into your thigh.

"Did I say you could talk? You piece of shit!" To enunciate her rhetorical question, her boot flails backwards and flashes forward in a blur, jamming stiffly into your ribs, sending your body recoiling back in agony as you yelp in pain. You roll onto your front again panting for air. You spit out a glob of blood and feel its residual silvery texture in your mouth, which also leaves in your mind the knowledge that her legs are just as strong, if not even stronger, than her upper body.

Her hand found your hair once more, pulling it backwards, straightening your back so your ass juts out into the air and your face grinds along the dirt.

You cough and splutter, your battered innards feeling as if they're caving in, your thigh starting to welt and your back aching from being tossed around like a rag doll. The pain attacks your psyche from all sides like artillery pounding onto the walls of a fortress. This fortress which you've built up your entire life. One golden rule which you've sworn never to waver from in any circumstances: not to cry in front of a female. The agonizing sensations, however, are simply too powerful and a single tear falls incongruously from your left eye.

The muscled demigoddess hears your quiet whimpering and sniffing with her keen ears and you can hear her laughing.

"You're crying aren't you? You call yourself a man? You're like a little fucking child" She announces with a tone of contempt.