Warning: This story is full of sex and violence, if you don't like one woman dominating the hell out of another women in this way then this story isn't for you. This is a story from the keyboard of Musclewomenfight, all rights reserved.
Fumiko v Sonya - 1
I was naked, groggy, upside down with my face and breasts pressed flat on the padded floor! She had beaten the piss out of me! Fumiko, also naked, held me there in her powerful grip. She was tribbing me! Each strong hand held one of my ankles, lifting my lower body up, driving her large hardened clit deep into me! I was at my breaking point.
EARLIER:
My name is Sonya and I like to fight. Preferably other women but if a man deserves it, I'll crush him. I'm 5' 8" and about 150 lbs of hardened muscle and 38DD boobs. I wear clothes that show off the hard work that sculpted this body. Men stare and women glare, and I love it. My bulging biceps and well-defined 6 pack generally lead to me doing well in fights. But, at my gym, the local kick-boxing instructor is a 19 year old bimbo with large breasts and an attitude to match. Janice and I have fought three times and she has "wiped the floor with me" each time. I needed to change that so I asked around. The word is a woman named Fumiko is the trainer to help. I contacted her and she suggested we meet today, at her gym for some lessons and sparring.
I arrive about 2 hours early, receive a day pass, change into my workout gear and head to the free weights. When I say "workout gear", I mean the tiniest bikini I can wear without being arrested. I want my full body on display as I go through my rigorous routine. I want others to drool at me while I check out individual muscle groups. After about 90 minutes, I am doing hanging straight leg lifts and notice one of the most striking women I've ever seen enter the gym. She's very tall and from what I can tell, extremely well built. She's wearing a tailored suit with matching skirt, both straining to contain her muscle. I was surprised when she walked right up to me, taking in the sight of my hanging body on display.
"18, 19, 20! Can I help you?" I say a little annoyed by the interruption.
"I'm Fumiko. I assume you're Sonya. Shall we get started?"
With a bit of an edge I ask, "You? How old are you?"
"Why does that matter, Sonya? Trust me. I will not take it easy on you. But, if you want someone younger, less experienced, I could call my 15 year old sister. I'm sure she could give you a good fight!" Still hanging with my abs on display, she makes a fist and doesn't strike me but she places the fist on my hard stomach and smiles! "Why don't you come with me while I change and we can discuss your goals."
I follow her into the locker room and stand as she starts to change. She is tall. 6'2" or 6'3' and I'd guess over 200 lbs. From what I can see, by the bulges in her clothing, she looks REALLY fit, AND STRONG! She carefully removes her suit coat revealing a button down white shirt whose buttons are straining madly. When she unzips and drops her skirt, I am shocked at her quads and calves. Such sensuously shaped muscle. Oddly, I feel a tingle in my crotch. She starts to unbutton her shirt from the bottom up, her eyes locked on mine. Her big biceps dwarf mine as they pull at her shirt sleeves but it's her abs my eyes are trained on. With the release of each button more of her incredibly sculpted core comes into view. I am actually holding my breath as I watch. When she gets to her chest, she slowly, seductively undoes each button. Her eyes never leave mine. Mine never leave her fingers. FINALLY, she pops the last remaining soldier and pulls her shirt open revealing the most incredible body I've ever seen. First. Her string bikini may actually have more fabric than mine but her body makes it look like it's fishing line holding three small triangles of fabric. (Did I actually gasp out loud?) I must have because she stood facing me, smiling demurely. I wanted so badly to go grab one of her biceps while running my hand over her abs, but I was here to work. Was that lust I was feeling?
"Are you ready, little Sonya?" She says too sweetly.
"Little? Don't call me that."
Still with that fake sweetness, "Oh, my dear Sonya, I will call you whatever I please. Let's go see where you are deficient in your fighting skills. And don't hold back. I intend to bring you to your knees, worshipping my incredible body." She turns and heads out. I follow dutifully though I'm steaming from her arrogance. 'We'll see how long THAT lasts once I get my hands on her.' From behind I am mesmerized by her lats and delts! Her back pulses with sensual strength. But her butt and legs garner my attention. Her damned perfect butt sways with each step as her powerful thighs propel her forward. I feel damp just watching her. She takes me to a nondescript door marked 'Private' and we enter a 12x12 padded room.
"Please close the door little one." She is really pissing me off. As I turn to close the door... WHAM! I feel like I've been hit with a sledge hammer. Her fist crushes my lower back, forcing my breasts to flatten against the door and slam it shut! She comes up behind me and I feel her own massive tits and stony abs press me forcibly against the door when she whispers, "Lesson number 1 my little punching bag. Never take your eyes off your opponent." Irritated and a little hurt, I try to push away but she uses my effort against me, sliding her arms under my...Oh my God! Fumiko locks me in a Full Nelson! I immediately sense I'm in trouble. She lifts me off my feet with discomforting ease, arches my back and begins pressing down on my neck. Now, I'm very strong. My abs area legendary! My biceps bulge impressively and of course, my tits are amazing, but it's quickly become apparent, Fumiko is on another level. I can feel her biceps bulge with unmatched power. It's been only 30 seconds and I'm in peril.
In a whisper, "Are you awake my little padawan? Lesson number 2 weak one. Never underestimate your opponent."
I must look like a child by comparison hanging from her arms, her massive chest pushed into my back. Fumiko starts to rag doll me in this hold and I can't stop her. My arms, legs and breasts shake wildly and it hurts! Suddenly she stops, then still carrying me in the Full Nelson, rushes forward crushing my tits into the wall. The press of her ultra strong body is keeping me from taking full breaths. In this short time I can tell, Fumiko is just so much stronger than me. This is supposed to be a lesson but it feels wrong. Her hips grind my crotch against the padding, and that familiar sensation touches me, but it doesn't last long.