Chapter 1
If anyone truly resembled an Amazon, it was Donna Century. Donna was only five-feet-six inches tall, but the lovely blonde was built like the proverbial ceramic defecatorium. She had long, dark-blonde hair, a cherubic face with full cheeks, a small, turned up nose, and full, pouting lips. Her rich brown eyes looked like pools of chocolate in which any man would have willingly drowned. Her body was firm, very firm, as if she had spent her entire life building muscles. The fact was, in her youth she had worked at hard labor in the fields of the mid-west where her husband, Harold Century, had found her. The moment he had seen her huge breasts, pushing braless against the tight white blouse she had been wearing, two monumental boulders tipped with nipples as thick as quarters visible right through the blouse, he was determined to have her. Her waist was solid, her belly slightly round, and her thighs were slender, yet powerful.
Donna was no fool. Unlike the other girls in the Midwest, she knew better than to surrender herself to any man for a night's pleasure in exchange for a few measly dollars. In spite of her parents' admonition that she ought to have accepted Harold Century's initial offer, Donna flatly refused, and as a result, Harold Century was more determined than ever to marry her. This he did, and after bestowing enough money on her parents to keep them in satisfactory retirement for the rest of their lives-provided they continued living as they had-he spirited Donna away to New York, to Queens, to the Whitestone section where he bought her a huge brick colonial mansion and proceeded to allow her to furnish it to her heart's content.
Unfortunately there never seemed any way to satisfy Donna. The more she put into her new home, the more she wanted. As for her husband, Donna soon discovered how inadequate he was. Not only did he have an undersized penis, but his desires were relatively infrequent, which irritated the blonde buxom beauty, and she became more than a little domineering. In less than a year she had Harold totally under her thumb, and Harold Century, multimillionaire, was now no less than a hen-pecked husband. It was a situation he hated, but he knew the only way to change it was to divorce Donna, and to do that meant giving her some fantastic settlement. Harold didn't really want to be divorced from his wife. In spite of everything, he loved the Amazonian golden-haired woman. What he did want was for her to become docile and accept the fact that he was her husband, her lord and master, yet he had no idea about how to go about making her understand this. At least, he had no idea how to go about doing it until the day he walked into Custom Builders.