11 comments/ 47708 views/ 13 favorites Katie's Muscle Journey By: KatieTay Chapter 1: Katie and Ryoko As I enter the apartment I share with my boyfriend Jim, I pause for a while at the door. I notice that the door is ajar, and Jim's shoes are outside. He must be home early from the gym. There're some muffled sounds that I can hear even from the hallway. "Jim?" I called out. "I'm back, honey. Are you there?" There is no reply. I walk into the living room, and I see something I never thought I would see. Jim is sitting on the couch, with his pants down. What I am looking straight at now, though, is the woman standing in front of him. She has short hair and is topless, wearing only a pair of jeans, and she is muscular. Not like a bodybuilder, or even the ripped physique of a fitness competitor, but extremely strong-looking. Her muscles are shapely and make her very curvy in a feminine way, but her back is ridged with impressive muscle development, as are her abs, which are six solid-looking sections. She is still relatively narrow-waisted. Her deltoids, which are flexed right now because she is holding up her arms in a double-bicep pose, are round lumps of solid flesh. Her bicep peaks can be seen from behind, like small tennis balls. In short, she is almost the perfect woman, even though her thighs cannot be seen. She turns around and sees me, and gives me an arrogant smile. I take a few steps towards them, not knowing how to react. She says to Jim, "So this is your girlfriend Katie? Hmm. She doesn't look as strong as in that picture you have of her." The woman gestures towards something Jim is holding in his hand. I ignore his guilty expression, and look more closely. It looks like a photograph. Then I recognize it, when Jim sheepishly holds it up for me to see. It is a photograph of the two of us, about five years ago, when I was 20. In the picture I'm doing a bicep flex while putting an arm around Jim's shoulders. I'm wearing a sports bra. At that time I had just won an arm wrestling tournament, defeating a total of six other women. In the picture we both look proud and happy, and my arm looks nice and strong. But since then I have not been to the gym as much, as I've become busier with a new job. I've lost quite a bit of weight since that time, and I look leaner now but also flabbier, not as toned as before. For a while Jim kept assuring me that he didn't mind, and our sex still seemed just as good. But now... I can hardly believe what this looks like. "Jim," I ask softly, "can you explain what this woman is doing here?" But instead of Jim replying, the response comes from the woman, who walks slowly up to me and stands offensively close. "My name is Ryoko," she states. "Jim and I have been meeting each other at the gym for a few weeks now. Today, I decided to get to know him a little better, if you know what I mean. However, he seems very loyal to you, for some reason." Jim is pulling up his pants hurriedly as Ryoko speaks, and at this he looks up at me and nods eagerly, saying, "I didn't want any of this, Katie!" "That's not what your erection is saying!" Ryoko smirks. She looks back at me and continues, "So, I decided to show him directly, why I am the better woman. I asked him to show me the best picture he had of you, and then I showed him my body and asked him to say who the better woman is. Well, I must admit I was impressed by your photograph. But it seems you aren't as hot as you used to be." Slowly she raises her arms and flexes in front of me, staring at me challengingly. She is still wearing her heels -- which is why I didn't see them outside the door earlier. In them, she is able to look down on me with a few inches' height advantage. Barefoot she is probably the same height as me, almost. Now it just adds to the overall effect she is having on me. I take a deep breath to calm myself. Not only am I upset at this woman just coming in to cause trouble and go after my boyfriend as aggressively as this, I am also feeling a bit intimidated. As Ryoko flexes in front of me, her muscles moving seductively underneath her skin, I can see immediately that she is much sexier than I am now, and looks a lot stronger -- in fact, even five years ago I may not have been a match for her. Still, I cannot back down from this challenge. I step back and strip off my tank top quickly, and unhook my bra to stand topless too in my jeans. As Jim gapes in amazement, I step up to Ryoko until our nipples are almost touching, and throw my own arms up in the most powerful flex I can manage! We hold the posedown for a few seconds, and then Ryoko laughs. I still have some lean muscles on my body, but it is a far cry both from what I used to look like, and what Ryoko looks like now. I lower my arms and hang my head. Without a doubt I have been crushed in this posedown. Ryoko walks over to the slack-jawed Jim, who is now breathing more quickly at the sight he has just seen. She takes the photograph from his unresisting hand. Turning back to me, she holds it up for me to see, and then slowly tears it straight down the middle, separating the sections containing Jim and myself. Her message is clear. I glare at her, fists clenched. She smirks and glares back, then points to the coffee table. I give a quick nod to accept her unspoken challenge. No words are needed. We both step slowly to the coffee table, still holding each other's gaze. I go down on one knee, on one side of the table, and she copies my pose. The coffee table is small and circular, so we end up using our right knees to brace it between us. Still with slow deliberate movements we raise our right arms and plant them on the table, and hook our thumbs, preparing to arm wrestle. Still not saying a word, Ryoko raises her left hand and crooks a finger at Jim, to come over. He does, looking at the both of us in awe, obviously trying to drink in as much of this sight as possible. Then Ryoko speaks again. "Jim will be the referee for this contest between us. The winner will give him a blowjob. During the match, he can choose to motivate us by letting whichever of us pleasure him with our hand, mouth, or any other part of the body. Now, get ready to be shamed in front of him!" "The relationship we share will give me the strength to beat you in front of him and make sure you never come after him again!" I reply firmly, clenching her hand as hard as I can. I will not lose to a bitch like her! Jim holds our hands and makes sure our starting position is equal, and then releases his hands to let us begin. We both lean forward and start pulling. My bicep bulges nice and round, and I feel encouraged even though it is obvious her muscles are bigger. So far I am keeping her even. Then I look up into her eyes, and my heart sinks as I realize she is feeling much more relaxed than me, barely straining compared to me. She may be just toying with me. I press my lips together grimly, not letting her see my anxiety, and concentrate on just pulling as hard as I can, increasing my force until I am nearly using my full power. But she is matching me strength for strength. Our hands begin to tremble in the middle between us with the sheer force of our battle. I can see her starting to strain a little bit, but she still has that small mocking smile that I would dearly love to wipe off. Meanwhile Jim has taken off his pants completely, and is starting to masturbate. He moves closer to us, and seems to hesitate for a moment. "Choose me, choose me..." I urge him in my thoughts. Yes! He's moving towards me. Now he's rubbing his cock against my shoulder and upper arm. I am even more heartened when I see the frustration enter Ryoko's eyes. It feels so good against my sweaty skin... My arm begins to feel stronger, and with a loud grunt, I manage to gain on her a little bit, the first progress either of us has made in this match! But she manages to counter my effort, and hold me only at a slight advantage. Looking up at Jim, she smiles in a sultry way and says, "Are you sure you won't rather have this instead, Jim?" pointing to her larger and more defined arm muscles, now put on full display because of the angle. "You know you want it... come on, put it right here... come and find out how a really strong arm feels like..." I can't believe it, Jim is actually falling for that! He's moved his cock away and is now pointing it at Ryoko... I can't stand it, she's smirking at me! I pour more strength into my arm and pull as hard as I can, but I make only a little bit more headway. This actually makes her showcase her bicep even more, and she angles her body to the side so that Jim has space to move in... and put his penis against the round, solid lump of muscle, beaded with sweat... it even has a vein showing slightly near the elbow... I pull with all my might, but somehow I can't give it my all. My spirit is being sapped by the sight before me, my boyfriend's cock just inches away from me, so near yet so far. It's as if he is giving strength to Ryoko instead of me, and widening the disparity between Ryoko and me. Because it's true, I can feel it: Ryoko is definitely stronger than I am. Ryoko's face is rubbing against Jim's stomach, and she moans and rubs her cheek against him, seeming to enjoy herself very much, as if she were not arm wrestling with me at all. She says, "Jim, move back. I'm going to beat your girlfriend now, and I need space." He complies. I brace myself for the effort that I can feel is gathering behind Ryoko's hand. She takes a deep breath, and looks me straight in the eye as she begins to ramp up her effort. I look back, trying to keep my expression neutral, but my trembling arm gives away the fact that slowly she is overpowering me. The crushing force of her grip is starting to actually hurt my hand, and easily she pulls me back to the centre, losing me all the ground I gained. We stare at each other as the match continues, beads of sweat pooling visibly on our faces. I can feel the sweat drops on top of my upper lip, and also starting to run in rivulets down my chest. Slowly, with excruciating slowness as if she is purposely prolonging it, Ryoko pulls my arm down steadily until I am more than halfway down. It's only in movies that people can make a huge comeback from this situation. Maybe sometimes in real life but the person has to be extremely strong. As I am now, I simply cannot manage it against her. Yet, with Jim watching, I cannot afford to give up. I refuse to give up, and I keep straining with all my might, trying to pull back up again. Jim approaches, holding his cock. I turn to him and open my mouth hungrily, but it is to Ryoko that he turns. Ryoko obligingly opens her mouth, and right in front of my eyes, Jim inserts his throbbing dick into her face, moving it in and out. I give a sob, heartbroken. I cannot believe I am being so humiliated right now. Crying out, I give a jerk on Ryoko's arm and try to use my body weight for leverage, but Ryoko simply holds me out and rides out my surge for the few seconds it lasts. Now my hand is mere inches away from the tabletop. I call out, "Jim, please, give it to me... put it here, on my bicep... I will squeeze it hard as I pull up... please Jim, honey... I can do it... I can do it..." Jim hesitates, and as I look up I see the conflicted look on his face. Then he pulls his cock out from Ryoko's mouth, and she looks disappointed. I feel some hope again as he bends down and fits his cock snugly in the crook of my arm. I take a deep breath and flex my bicep as hard as I can, letting the full strain show on my face, not bothering to hide it. Ryoko snarls and says, "I will not let you do that, little Katie. Jim, she's just going to disappoint you. I'll show you!" The seconds tick pass as Jim waits patiently, giving me a chance to prove myself. I am flexing with all my might, my vision blurs as my eyes are screwed almost shut, my muscles are burning with effort as I flex as hard as I've ever flexed. I keep my eyes fixed on Jim's penis, nestled between my forearm and my bicep, and I want so much to curl my arm up around it, and let him feel the strength of my bicep directly on his cock... I'm not sure but I think almost half a minute has passed. Ryoko has kept my arm down, and not let me move up even a little bit. Both our arms are trembling with effort, but my arm is burning with fatigue. This match has already lasted a few intense minutes. I'm so out of practice, and out of shape, I'm clearly not used to this level of exertion anymore. My arm fails to flex enough to squeeze Jim's cock even a little. In fact she even pulls my arm down slightly, just a little bit. Jim sighs and straightens up again, and my heart aches again. Why must I lose this way? He goes over and runs his hands all over Ryoko's muscular rippling body, now lubricated with sweat. Ryoko moans, especially when his hands run over her nipples. He begins to fondle her nipples. She shudders with pleasure all over, and I feel her strength flag slightly, but by now I am too tired to take any advantage of it. I am already barely holding on, with the last bits of my strength. My arm is really starting to hurt. But Ryoko refuses to let me go. She pulls me down to within just an inch of defeat, and there she holds me, content to let me strain and strain, knowing that I will not give up until I really can give no more. She's right. It's hopeless, but I simply will not give up, despite the tears of pain running down my cheeks, despite the terrible growing pain in my arm and shoulder. I think I am crying because of the shame as well, it's hard to tell. When she is sure I am completely spent, and holding on only by sheer willpower, she grabs Jim's cock with her left hand, and says, "Now, you are finished." With that she slams my hand down on the table, and pulls Jim's cock towards her. A few quick thrusts inside her mouth is all it needs, Jim must have been holding it in for all this time. She's not letting go of my hand. I am forced to watch helplessly while across the table this woman gives my boyfriend a victory blowjob. As Jim staggers back, gasping and groaning, Ryoko turns back to me and parts her lips slightly, letting some of the cum drip out of the corners of her mouth. She plants her left palm behind my head and shoves my face forward to meet hers, and she forces me into a kiss. Her mouth forces my lips open, she invades my mouth with her tongue, and I can taste the salty familiar tang of Jim's cum, but now mixed with the taste of Ryoko's saliva. She forces me to taste this horrible combination for several long moments, before letting me go. I am gasping for air, breathless from the exertion and also from the kiss. She's breathing hard too, but there is the flush of pleasure in her eyes. I slump, rubbing my sore right arm, tears of shame in my eyes. She has outmuscled me in front of Jim, and shamed me with her cum-covered kiss. As she poses proudly for Jim, her muscular arms raised in victory, I open my mouth to speak. "I'll wrestle you." Ryoko's eyes gleam, and she answers at once, "Yes, let's. I look forward to crushing you totally. You will feel my mastery over you with your whole body. Then, after I beat you, I will make you cum, so that you know you're just my slut, and you love losing to me. To top it off, your Jim will fuck me from behind while I'm on top of you, so that you know you have lost completely, as a woman." Jim looks guilty, but doesn't say anything. I can tell that he likes what is happening, even if he feels guilty about what is happening to me. But this is not about him. I do not feel that much pain from the fact that he has effectively betrayed me. He cannot help being sexually turned on by all this. He's just a weak male, unable to resist a woman like Ryoko who is everything he's always wanted. I guess I used to be that woman too. That's why I am going to accept now. This is about Ryoko and me. Woman to woman. Muscle against muscle, will against will. If I cannot defeat Ryoko, then I do not deserve Jim in the first place. We stand up, and we strip off our jeans, Ryoko kicks off her heels as well. She's wearing a pair of thongs, which she unhesitatingly strips off too. I match her by stripping off my panties, so we're both completely naked. Now I have the chance to see her legs. They're sleek and well-muscles, like dancer's legs. My legs are less muscular now, and look a bit fatter and less defined. I still have a nice calf bulge, but so does she. We move forward to compare legs, and we parade them in front of Jim. "Come on, Jim darling, tell us, who has the better sexier legs?" Ryoko says. "Um..." Jim looks clearly uncomfortable, but in the end avoids my pleading look and mumbles, "You, Ryoko." "That's right, and you'll get your reward after I beat this weak girl and become your new girlfriend. You're looking forward to that, aren't you?" Ryoko says, reaching over to tilt his face with her hand. I reach up and slap her hand away angrily. We both glare at each other, and bump chests. "Titfight," she says, and that is all the signal we need -- we put our hands behind our backs, to throw our breasts out, and begin bumping and crashing them together, sometimes swiping from side to side. I used to be proud of my perfectly shaped breasts, but they've grown smaller over the years and less firm. Ryoko's are larger and firmer. Within a several exchanges I am gasping with pain from the friction on my sensitive nipples, and on the impact from each breast bump she is dealing me. We bump harder and harder, and she is grunting with the effort, but she doesn't seem as hurt as me. Some minutes have passed, I don't know how long, but I finally have to step back, avoiding her breast attack, my chest heaving as I gulp for air and my hands coming up to cover my sore nipples and breasts. I've lost this one too... it's so embarrassing... "You're not woman enough for me!" Ryoko screams, thrusting her arms up again in victory. Jim moans and begins rubbing himself. The sight of our struggle is apparently the sexiest thing he's seen in a long time, because despite his refractory period he's getting hard again. My heart fills with rage towards this woman. Giving vent to a scream of anger, I step forward, raising my arms too. Our hands make contact, and we eager clasp fingers, gripping each other's hands hard. Our arms and bodies begin to tremble as we engage in a test of strength. We press our foreheads together as we push, channelling all our strength into this contest. Her full power is incredible... My arms are really feeling the strain, especially my tired right arm. Oh no... it buckles. My right arm was just too tired. She's not showing me any mercy, she's surging forward full force... my body is now bent awkwardly, my right arm unable to match the strength of her left and unable to straighten. She's pushing it out and to the side, so I can't use it fully now. My left arm is not so good at muscular power, but more for endurance. Now it's being tested to the limit. Her right arm is a bit tired too, I wonder if I can turn the tables on her. I have to... Jim is watching us wrestle... I must show my strength to him. We are frozen in position for what seems like long minutes, with me putting all of my remaining energy and strength into this contest, resisting Ryoko with all my might. Every muscle on our body must be sharply defined to the watching Jim, but I cannot spare much attention to look, I can only catch glimpses of the muscles standing out on the body parts I can see. Ryoko's right arm is like a pillar of strength. My left arm is starting to shake. I will myself to ignore the pain in both my arms, and concentrate on pushing. It is no use. I can feel myself weakening, my strength draining away. Ryoko is overpowering me slowly but surely. My left arm has just given way, and it's slowly and shakily being forced downwards too. Now Ryoko is leaning forward and pressing her chest against mine, bending me backwards. I bend back as far as I can, but I'm not very flexible. Soon I cannot help my knees buckling, and I start to sink down before her. Katie's Muscle Journey 002 Note: In case it is not obvious, most of the characters in my story are Asians. English names are common where they live, but they are mostly of Chinese descent. Ryoko is half-Japanese. Chapter 2: Katie and Penny It's now the second week of January. It has been a week since Ryoko moved in. For some reason, she has decided to live with Jim and myself, in the same apartment, instead of kicking me out. This means I have a place to stay, but every moment we are together, I am humiliated anew. Ryoko makes Jim her exclusive sex partner, kissing him often when I am around, and not letting him touch me. When we eat, we eat together. Ryoko gives me less of any protein in the meal, saying that only winners deserve to eat like winners, and makes Jim feed her the extra meat and eggs. When we sleep, it's still in the same bedroom, but she makes me lie down on the bed and watch while they have wild muscle sex. When they are done, she makes me sleep on the floor to make me sleep badly. "If you're really going to be stronger than me, you'll manage it despite all this," she would say. I would look back and feel the rage burning inside me, keeping me going, and resolve anew to train hard, eat as much as I can, getting protein foods from outside, and sleep as well as I can to build my body up. Last night I made a gamble. We were eating beef slices with our rice. I picked up one piece of beef, and laid it on the table between us. Then, I moved the bowls aside and put up my right arm. Ryoko smirked and put a slice of beef from her own bowl with mine, and did the same. We had a winner-take-all arm wrestling match over those two slices. I struggled hard, but she won handily. She took the beef slices and popped them into her mouth, making a big show of chewing them with pleasure. I took another slice of beef and put it out, and this time challenged with my left arm. We struggled for a longer time, sweating heavily as I tried to outlast her with my endurance. But both her strength and endurance were greater, and she pressed my left hand slowly down. Again, she took the stake. That night she fucked Jim extra hard beside me, until he collapsed from exhaustion, while I lay aside and felt the shame bite deep. This morning I am going to take a big risk. Our breakfast is laid out on the table. I take my hardboiled egg and put it on the table, then move to the centre of the dining room where there is space, and open my arms as if to embrace someone. Ryoko understands immediately, and took her own hardboiled egg, puts it with mine, then comes towards me. We clash together in a mutual bearhug contest. We are both naked, since neither of us bothers to dress while asleep or in the morning. Jim is feeling incredibly turned on, I can tell by his expression. Two women locked in a muscle struggle over him, so intense that we're even fighting each other for the food to nourish our bodies. Our breasts are mashed up together; our faces are pressed against each other cheek to cheek. We both squeeze as hard as we can. I am trying to somehow crush the muscular torso in my arms, but everywhere I can feel her strong sturdy muscle, and I feel as if I'm barely making a dent. Ryoko on the other hand is causing me a lot of pain. Somehow she knows the best way to cause pain with a bearhug: her clasped hands are digging into the small of my back, and her biceps are smothering my lats, crushing the air out of my lungs, not letting my diaphragm move. I'm losing air and strength rapidly, and I desperately try to hold on and keep squeezing, but my arms are feeling so heavy and leaden, they're slumping to my sides now, I'm lolling backwards... I've just come to, and Ryoko is grabbing me from behind, bending me over the toilet. Her arms are clenched tightly around my belly like a vise, and no matter how I struggle I'm too weak to break her grip. She crushes and crushes, jerking repeatedly on my abdomen, until I cannot take anymore and start retching. Even then she doesn't stop, and makes me throw up, before letting me go. I have not yet eaten anything, so I'm vomiting only water, but over breakfast I still feel queasy, and unable to eat much. I can only look on as Ryoko feasts on both eggs. Ryoko, I will crush you. I will have my revenge, by defeating you the way you defeated me. I will prove to you I am the better woman. Now I am at the gym, where I used to work out. I'm going to come here more often from now on. I must train to defeat Ryoko. "Hey, it's Miss Muscles, Katie!" I turn my head. It's my friend Penny, who used to be one of my training partners. She's a slender girl, with not much muscle, who used to say that she was being trained by me and should pay me for it, rather than being my actual training partner. Now she looks fitter than before, but still painfully skinny. We used to make fun of her for that. "Wow, it's been quite a while since you've been working out, hasn't it? Where've you been? You look like you've lost a lot of weight!" I look down sadly, and Penny seems to get that something is wrong. "Hey, Katie, what's wrong? Is something the matter? You can tell me, if there's anything I can do... You don't look so well, are you feeling alright?" I look up into her open, worried eyes, and I decide to tell her everything. When I've finished, she's livid with rage. "That bitch! That utter fucking bitch! I'm going to go over and kill her right now! Katie, why did you even let this happen, let alone let it go on for a week? You don't have to stand for this, it's probably illegal in some way, abuse or assault or something! Call the police!" "No, Penny!" I say. "That won't solve anything. Ok, I mean sure it might on the surface... but this is really between Ryoko and me. I've realized that Jim is a nice guy but he's really not the main thing here. He's just a symbol we're fighting for, a symbol of who the better woman really is. I accepted her challenge, and lost. She offered me a rematch, which I've accepted. If I back out now and use external means to resolve this issue, it'll just mean that she's beaten me for real. It'll be my admission that I have no chance ever to beat her at her own game. I won't want to have any man again ever, not even Jim. I won't be able to live with myself, Penny," I finish, with a gleam of tears blurring my vision. Penny gives me a long, warm hug, which takes away some of the ache in my chest. When she leans back and looks at me, there's a fire in her eyes. "Katie, if what you say about this Ryoko is true, she's really formidable. You're going to have to get the old Katie back, get back to your old levels of strength! And also I think you're going to have to learn wrestling skills." "I guess so, but I don't know where to learn about this type of wrestling," I say. "Maybe I could hire an apartment wrestler to teach me, but I don't think I can afford that." "I'll do my best!" Penny says immediately. "Although... I think I may be too weak to be of much help... I've grown a bit stronger and fitter but I think you're still far ahead. Let's train together! You can always train better with a good partner!" I gratefully accept. During the workout session, she notices that I am doing almost the same weights she is. Her sad look tells me that I am really a far cry from my glory days. When we have finished our workout, Penny suddenly says, "Katie, let's wrestle tomorrow." "What?" I am surprised. "Yes. We'll have the same contest as you did with Ryoko. The same components -- arm wrestling, wrestling, and sexfight. I want to see for myself how strong you are right now," she says, a bit nervously. Without any reason to object, I agree. It is now the next day. I haven't tried to stake my food again in contests with Ryoko, since I was sore from the workout yesterday. She didn't do much with Jim last night either, only gave him a blowjob and then packed him off to sleep, and me to the floor. I've bought a sleeping mattress, and it's still fairly comfortable. She allows me to use it, so I think it's a matter of humiliating me more than actually making me lose sleep. I meet up with Penny at her house. She lets me in and we walk to her living room without a word. It has been cleared for a wrestling match, with some mats laid down and a tea table at the side. After sipping some water, we both strip off our clothes a little self-consciously, leaving our panties on. We take a moment to look at each other appraisingly. Her body is thin and lean, her breasts are small and pert -- in fact she's quite flat-chested. She looks like some kind of long-distance runner. I am still slightly bulkier than her, but I've definitely lost a lot of weight and muscle. "You used to be very strong, you did weights in the gym that I could never do," Penny says thoughtfully. "Now, you still do heavier weights than me, but the difference is not so much. I think I might be able to beat you." So saying, she raises her arms and flexes them, walking towards me. "You might have gotten a bit stronger over the years, but I am still a former arm wrestling champion," I remind her, imitating her pose and stepping forward to stand chest to chest with her. "It's very kind of you to give me this practice session, but I am confident I can win." "Alright, let's see then," she says, dropping the pose and going over to the table, kneeling down to one side of it. "I hope you can beat me," she says with sincerity in her voice, as we lock arms over the table. I nod at her and smile gratefully. Then we both wear intense expressions on our faces as we begin our match. I remember the last time Penny and I arm wrestled. It was on my 21st birthday, at a bar. All our friends were around, and someone jokingly asked me to flex. Next thing I knew they were all egging on Penny to arm wrestle with me, and we did. She could barely make my arm budge even with all her strength, and I just sat there with my arm muscle bulging in my spaghetti strap dress, while everyone went nuts over my strength. I received a lot of offers from guys that night, but turned down every last one because I was already dating Jim. Now, to my great shock, she and I are about even. The look on her face is also growing incredulous as we pull, and the seconds pass by without me being able to pull her down. I cannot believe it -- surely I can't have grown so weak! "It seems you were overconfident, Katie," Penny says sympathetically, as we struggle. She breathes deeply and starts to ramp up her strength. I try to match her, and we remain locked dead centre for a long time. Then, the unthinkable starts to happen -- my arm is starting to go down! I give a loud grunt and a huge surge of effort, and stop her progress at a slight disadvantage, but it's already a huge morale dampener for me to be at any disadvantage with skinny Penny. For her it seems to be a morale boost, firing her up, so that she begins to pull harder, and it is all I can do to just hold on. We remain like this for what feels like a really long time, maybe a full minute or so. Beads of sweat are gathering on our upper torsos, and our muscles are fully tensed all over our bodies. I call up all my reserves, desperate to win this battle. Somehow I am just not willing to lose to Penny -- it would be a great blow to my ego, because Penny was always the weakest girl amongst our group of friends, and I was the strongest. Penny is looking flushed, and breathing very hard. As we look into each other's eyes, I realize it is not totally from the exertion of the match. She is getting very excited having me at a disadvantage. I am pulling with all my remaining strength now, putting maximum power into my arm. Penny groans and breaks our staredown, lowering her head to concentrate. I manage to pull her arm back to the centre... then over the top! Yes... I am going to win after all! No...! She's caught me off guard, as I paused to draw in a breath for a next big effort, and now I'm at a worst disadvantage than before, struggling not to go down past the halfway range. Now she's twisting my wrist, trying to ride over my hand with hers, and I try to stop her but somehow her forearm strength lets her do it. "Seems my tennis training's paying off," she grunts. Her lean, thin arms are indeed very strong... stronger than I had given her credit for... With my wrist bent, there is no way now that I can fight back. I resist as long as I can, but a few seconds later she's pressed my hand flat against the table. I slump down, feeling downhearted, while Penny punches the air to celebrate, excited. "I can't believe it! I beat Katie at arm wrestling! I actually did it!" she whoops, and throws her arms up in a flex, drunk with ecstasy. I look up and try to smile at her. "Yes, you did... you've really gotten strong," I say, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice. "You're my friend, and I love you. If you've beaten me fair and square, you deserve to win and feel good about it," I say bravely. She reaches out and pulls me close into a hug across the table, and gives me a peck on the cheek. I return the gesture, tasting her sweat on her face, and we look at each other smiling, breathing heavily from our match. Then she starts to look worried. "Katie, I'm still the weakest girl in the whole gym. I've tried it before, I've arm wrestled and wrestled most of the women who come, and I usually lose much more than I win. I've grown stronger, sure, but somehow you're much weaker than you used to be. You're also weaker than you look. If you can't even beat me..." her voice trails off. "If I can't even beat you, then I have no chance at all against Ryoko or anyone else," I finish glumly. "And I have no chance of getting Jim back." "Oh forget Jim!" Penny says with a tone of disgust. "If he were any sort of real man, he won't even have let this happen in the first place!" "Well, maybe, but you know he's always had a thing for female strength," I said. "He has treated me very well all along, and he's genuinely good to me. It's just that right now, this Ryoko woman has him twirled around her bulging right bicep," I sigh. Penny reaches over and massages my right arm for me. "Maybe my win was a fluke. Let's try wrestling. I've picked up a few wrestling moves in my time, but maybe you can still win." "Alright, Penny. Thanks for doing this for me," I say. "Don't thank me later when I'm making you submit," she winks playfully. "Can I be honest with you," she says, as we stretch a bit in the wrestling area in the room. "Sure, you can always tell me anything, Penny," I answer. She looks away hesitantly, and then says, "I have to be honest with you. I felt... quite turned on... when I beat you just now. And now... I'm really going to give this match everything I've got, because part of me really wants to dominate you. I think... I think I could really get off on that. So I just want to make sure we'll still be friends after this." I take a deep breath, and nod. "Yes, Penny. We'll have this match, then a sexfight, like we agreed. Whoever wins or loses, I'll always love you." "And no matter what I'll help you train from now on, so you can get stronger than me, and then stronger than Ryoko," she says eagerly. I smile and nod. We both go into a slight crouch, in a battle-ready stance. We circle each other a bit, reaching out tentatively with our hands. Our fingers meet, and we slip our hands together for a fingerlock test of strength. Quickly Penny puts one leg forward and braces herself, pushing against me defensively. I move in closer to her, and try to push her arms back and bend them down. It's harder than I had expected. Her triceps stand out quite a bit on her arms, and I can feel her strong resistance. Our breasts rub slightly against each other as I move in closer, flexing with all my might to try and beat her. After a long, hard effort that must have lasted over a minute, I finally manage to make her arms bend a bit at the elbows, but then I am put on the defensive as I try to catch a breather, fatigue burning in my arm muscles. Penny takes the chance to wrench our arms down to our sides, and we lean in, chest to chest, trying to bend back each other's palms and fingers. Neither of us makes headway, so after a while we both break off the contest and continue circling each other, rubbing our sore wrists. Our test of strength has proven inconclusive. We approach each other again, and this time we grab each other in an elbow and collar lockup. In this pose, we tussle back and forth, trying to unbalance the other and toss her to the floor. We are staggering back and forth around the room, evenly matched. "Not bad... you still got some of it," she half-grunts, half-gasps as we wrestle. "Yeah... you better get ready... to submit," I huff in reply. Our eyes meet and we smile, and impulsively I move my face in for a kiss. We smooch each other lightly on the lips, and her effort momentarily flags. Quickly seizing the chance, I suddenly force her shoulders down and snap on a side headlock. "Ow! No fair," she cries out, pushing at my side. Adroitly she pushes on my elbow and lower back, and slips her head out from under my arm. I'm still trying to regain my bearings, when I feel her thin but strong arms snaking around my waist and clamping on a reverse bearhug. "Ohhhh!" My abs are still a little sore from literally having the vomit squeezed out of me by Ryoko yesterday, and coincidentally Penny has just squeezed the same affected area. My whole body spasms for a moment with the pain, and my legs suddenly turn to noodles. I drop onto one knee, as Penny latches on like a limpet from behind. "Submit," she whispers in my ear. "No," I groan, and try to muster my strength. I reach down and grab her wrists, and straining with all my might begin to try and pull her arms apart with sheer muscle power. We start to utter little cries of effort as we engage in this strength contest, her trying to keep her arms locked together, me trying to pull them apart to relieve the painful pressure on my midriff. It's hard to focus my strength through the pain. Then I think of Ryoko, who caused this pain only yesterday, and I feel anger coursing through my body, giving me a burst of adrenalin to power myself off my knee, and gain extra leverage. With this, I am able to loosen, and finally break the grip Penny has on her own wrists. From here, I slowly but steadily power her arms out and to the side. We must look magnificent right now, two strong girls with muscles flexing all over our bodies, arms outstretched. "You definitely still got it, Katie!" Penny gasps. "Go Katie go! Try and get out of this one!" So saying, she suddenly slips her wrists free from my grasp and within a split second has me locked in a full-nelson hold. I cry out with the pain, as my head is forced down and my shoulders pulled back. She has it locked on fully. "Do your best, Katie... power out of this..." "Alright," I gasp, and begin to pull my arms downwards into the crab pose, also known as the "most-muscular" pose in bodybuilding. My pecs and lats are straining with the effort, and as we strain, I catch sight of our reflection in a mirrored window on one of the walls. We look magnificent, even if I do say so myself. My torso is rippling with muscle underneath the soft flesh, almost as if I am still the Amazon of five years ago, except that I am noticeably thinner and smaller. After a long time, I don't know how long, I finally flex hard enough to force her fingers apart behind my head. But I have to pause and rest, my cardiovascular fitness is definitely in need of training. "Keep going, Katie, keep flexing! You've almost countered me," Penny urges breathlessly. "I... I'm trying..." I moan, feeling as if every muscle in my body is on fire. Even my legs, from standing in this lunge posture for all this time, are aching and complaining. I try to jerk my arms and shoulders downwards to break out of the full-nelson completely, but I just can't seem to muster the strength. Katie's Muscle Journey 002 "Don't give up now, Katie," Penny keeps encouraging me, even as she slowly starts to link her fingers together again, as my resistance weakens and dissipates. She forces me slowly down to one knee again. I wriggle and squirm about, but I can't get out of the hold. She switches holds, and grabs my wrists, pulling them behind me while I feel something big and hard jam suddenly into my back, right on the rhombus area. I gasp as my back is forcefully arched. It hurts a lot. She must have planted her knee right in the middle of my back, and now has me in a sort of surfboard hold. This is humiliating... a surfboard is only used on an opponent who has become too weak to stop it from being applied, or is too weak to begin with. I try to rise off my knee, but the knee pressing painfully on my back muscles has Penny's full body weight behind it. The tradeoff, though, is that she can't lean back fully for leverage to hold my arms back. We begin yet another test of strength with our arms, this time with me starting off at a very severe disadvantage. But just maybe, because she can't lean back and pull, I can muscle my arms forward. I have to try. Because I can feel, that if I lose this test of arm strength, it's the last in this match -- I'll have nothing left in the tank. Penny has figured this out too. "Last chance, Katie," she murmurs. "Let's see if your arms are still any good. If not, I've got this one for sure." "Hnnnnnngggggg!" I grunt long and loud as I flex every muscle in my arms, shoulders and chest, straining to bring my arms forward. "Unnnnnnhhhh!" I hear Penny grunt in response. In my mind I visualize her, with a knee on my back. Every muscle in her shoulders and arms must be standing out in stark relief right now, and I know mine are too. This is perhaps the most intense muscle contest I have ever had with her -- which would make it all the more humiliating if I lose... The pain is building and building in my arms and shoulders. I have still not managed to pull my arms forward past the parallel plane. Oh no... I can't do it... my muscles just can't last any longer, my arms are travelling backwards. The strain is now being applied fully to my weakened body, and I'm trapped helplessly under Penny. I can't move under the crushing weight arching my back and pulling back my arms, soon the pain will exceed my endurance... She lifts her knee off my back and, without relinquishing her hold on my wrists, snakes her legs around my waist from behind. To stop me from standing up, she jerks back hard, with what feels like her whole body weight, and I'm pulled backwards off-balance before I can regain my feet. Her lithe muscular legs clamp down around my hurting midsection, she locks her ankles, and she begins to grind away. I hold out for as long as I can, with her still murmuring encouragement in my ear, with tears of pain being squeezed from my eyes. Finally I cannot take any more. "I submit..." Immediately Penny relaxes her legs and releases my arms. As I lie here trying to catch my breath and rub some life back into my shoulders, aching all over, she clambers over and crawls on top of me, pinning me down. A strange look is in her eyes that I've never seen before. Our crotches make contact and she presses herself hard against me there, so I can feel the wetness coming out of her. I realize she wants to move on to the sexfight now, and I try to prepare myself for it, but a few urgent humps from her later, her whole body stiffens and her eyes glaze over. We end up locked in a tight embrace as she cums and cums against me, her juices drenching my pubic mound. "Oh Katie... I won... I beat you..." she moans softly over and over again. "Yes, Penny, you did. You're stronger than me," I say, a bit sadly. She looks up at me and her eyes are shining. "Did you know that ever since you embarrassed me at that party, those years ago, I've been fantasizing about this ever since? Remember how I strained and strained in front of everyone, while you just sat there looking so strong and powerful? This is the real reason I've been training, Katie. And today... I actually have my dream come true... I can hardly believe it..." "Penny, what're you saying?" I'm getting confused and starting to feel hurt. "I didn't want to embarrass you... it was all in good fun, the rest of them were just making us do it as a joke..." "Silly girl," Penny says, kissing me on the forehead. "I know that. I know you didn't mean to embarrass me. And yet that's how I felt. I tried not to show it afterwards, but that's what I was really feeling. That's why this just feels so stimulating to me. So, I've lost the sexfight... by default... because I'm just too turned on by defeating you at every other contest we've done today." "Will you... tell other people about it, to get back at me?" I ask nervously. "No, of course not! You're my friend, and I love you too," she retorts indignantly. "This will be just between us... but Katie, I will always remember this feeling. Today, I am stronger than you." She sits up over me and flexes, looking down at me. "Today, I am the better woman. Say it, Katie." This is such a huge change from the happy-go-lucky Penny I know, that I am dumbfounded, and I don't say anything at first. Then she does another unthinkable thing -- she slaps me across the face! I gasp, more from sheer shock than from pain. She flexes again. "Say it!" "You... you are the stronger and better woman, Penny," I manage. "Kiss this," she demands, leaning down and putting her right bicep, small and hard, in my face. This at least is not so unpleasant... I give her muscle a nice, decently long kiss. Penny sighs and gets up, letting me rise slowly to my feet. We look each other in the eye for a moment, and I know things won't be quite the same with her, ever again. "Now, we need to plan out your training, and get you strong again. So that when we have our rematch, you'll be able to beat me, just like before," she says. Penny is a true friend. I give her a warm embrace. I'm happy actually that she could exorcise a demon today, and get so much sexual pleasure from me in the bargain. But I am daunted by the realization of the task that lies before me. I've become so weak that even Penny can dominate me. There's still a long, long way to go before I can take on Ryoko again. Katie's Muscle Journey 003 It's now February, the start of the second month of our strange three-way household. During all this time I've had to put up with the constant ill-treatment from Ryoko, and I've suffered a lot of stress from being reminded every moment I'm at home that she has taken my Jim away from me, just like that, and I can't do anything about it yet. Every time she smiles at me with cum dripping from her lips, and flexes menacingly, I feel the urge to challenge her to a full match, but I know at this point that I'll only get crushed again. I'm trying to build up my muscles as best as I can, but the stress is keeping me from making gains. As we sit down for breakfast this morning, Ryoko and I glaring at each other with undisguised animosity, Jim walks in wearing his boxers. A morning erection is clearly visible. Ryoko goes over, and jerks them down around his feet, exposing his cock. Then, looking at me, she gives a playful wink, and kneels down to give him a blowjob. Without thinking, I'm on my feet and striding forward. I give her a good hard shove away from Jim, and she sprawls flat on the floor. In an instant she's on her feet again, and we snarl at each other like animals, ready to claw at each other. Only Jim's hurried intervention prevents an outright catfight from breaking out. Ryoko says, "I know you want the extra protein from his cock, to nourish your weak skinny body. But does he want to give it to you? Or would he rather give it to me, his real muscle goddess?" So saying, she flexes her biceps at me. As usual we're naked, so she's giving a mighty nude flex. "Jim, you'd give it to me instead of her, wouldn't you?" I ask him. "I'm sorry honey," he stammers. "I have to do what she says..." "And right now, I say, you call her 'bitch' and you call me 'honey' instead," Ryoko snaps. For a moment Jim hesitates, then looks away not daring to meet my gaze. "Yes honey," he meekly says. I feel so crestfallen. "That's not fair," I say, choking back my disappointment. "I've been with him for much longer, I know him better and I can get the cum out of him better than you can. I deserve it more." "Oh yeah, you really think so? Then let's have a contest now, to show which of us really deserves it. A blowjob contest, we take turns every minute to suck his dick, and the results won't lie, because the winner will get a big mouthful of hot, nutritious cum," Ryoko says, licking her lips in anticipation. I feel my mouth watering slightly, as well as the heat rising up to my cheeks at the thought. I feel I can win this, I do know Jim's sensitive spots and I've given him so many great blowjobs over the past few years. The extra protein will just be a bonus. He gets a stopwatch, and we both kneel down at his feet, with his cock between us, casting each other confident glances. For once, I actually feel things might go my way. As the dominant woman in the house right now, Ryoko chooses to go first. She grabs the already erect dick and quickly licks the head, lubricating it all over. Then she closes her lips around it and starts to move the head section in and out in short quick motions. She's obviously trying to get him to cum quickly in the very first minute, but I am confident Jim won't cum so quickly. I look up at his face and see his expression of ecstasy as he groans and moans, and I feel less sure suddenly. I realize he has to first want to hold himself back for Ryoko, and give his cum to me instead. But after these two months of wild sex with Ryoko, with the added titillating element of me being forced to watch, where does his loyalty lie...? The minute is over, and Ryoko leans back, looking satisfied, even though he has not cum. A thin trickle of pre-cum connects her lips to the tip of his penis, and she lifts it up delicately with a finger and brings it to her mouth, looking at me smugly as though to say, "See how quickly I can make him aroused!" I move forward to begin my task. When he starts the timer, I do him nice and slow, the way he used to like it, using my cheeks to stroke his head from inside my mouth. Meanwhile my tongue flickers lightly across his glans, and I moan deeply to create the vibration frequency that stimulates him even more. When I make forty seconds, I move to cup his hanging balls with my palm -- this move creates a surge of warmth that sometimes triggers his orgasm. "No hands," Ryoko says sharply, reaching forward and preventing me from doing that. I glare at her but I can't pause in my efforts. I continue trying to make him cum but the time is soon up. Ryoko looks up at him and flexes her arms, saying, "Jim, you better listen to me and listen good. I want you to cum in my mouth now, and shame this ex-girlfriend bitch of yours, do you hear me?" Stupid bitch, thinking that this will help her. Jim can't perform if he's under such psychological pressure. Wait... maybe in these few months she's managed to rewire him... so that being mentally dominated like this actually makes him more prone to cumming... I quickly match her pose and look up at him, saying, "Please Jim, if you still have any feelings for me, please hold back and don't cum in her mouth. When it's my turn I'll make you feel real good. Don't you remember how these arms of mine feel, honey? Show this bitch you still prefer me." Ryoko makes a derisive noise and begins her blowjob as a very torn and conflicted-looking Jim starts the timer. She is giving him a very fast and aggressive blowjob, bobbing her head back and forth in double quick time. I begin to worry that after my long slow treatment, this may be just the change of pace that brings Jim over the edge, and I watch anxiously with bated breath as the seconds tick past. Thankfully, the minute ends and he hasn't cum yet! Here's my chance. I look up at him and smile gratefully as I get ready. "You won't regret this Jim. Here, I'll do it just the way I know you like it," I say. As I do my blowjob, Ryoko leans back on her heels and begins to pose and flex, and it seems she's glaring at Jim and shaking her head. I feel Jim begin to tremble, or is that a shudder of pleasure? I can't tell. Surely he can't be intimidated into not cumming if I'm good enough... and as much as I hate to think of it, maybe Ryoko is playing right into my hands by flexing her sexy muscles, while I'm blowing him. I try all the old tricks I know, including a slow and prolonged deep-throat, all six inches of him inside me and reaching the back of my throat. I feel it starting to pulse and throb a bit, but the minute ends before anything happens. I sit back dejectedly -- I could feel he's so close, that Ryoko might win this in the next few seconds. She seems to think so too, from her confident laugh as she takes her position. I look up and see Jim trying to take deep breaths to control himself, and I feel like jumping for joy -- he is still trying to help me! This next minute ticking by is the most nerve-wracking one I've ever experienced. As Ryoko moans and squirms, rotating her mouth and trying everything she can to make Jim cum, I count the seconds silently in my head. 29... 30... half a minute and he's still holding out, bless his heart and his sexual stamina... Ryoko is now pulling her arms into a bicep pose... Jim is leaning down to grab the bulges of her biceps... what is he doing? Can he really be so affected by them? 46... 47... He starts to make the noises that signal an orgasm is coming. Come on Jim... only a few more seconds... please hold out... please, please! 57... 58... 59...! No! No! This can't be... but it is... his lower body starts jerking uncontrollably just before the stopwatch sounds. Has he...? Yes, he's cum. He's cumming into Ryoko's mouth. While I kneel here and watch. Just a few more seconds... if he had held on for just a bit more, I'd have taken Ryoko's place and won this contest... now instead she's grabbing his butt cheeks, pulling him completely into her as he continues shaking and shuddering, squirting rope after rope of his cum into her eager mouth and down her throat. I'm devastated. Jim couldn't hold out long enough for me against Ryoko's superior cocksucking skills. When he's done cumming he staggers back and folds into a chair, gasping and croaking. Ryoko turns to me, licking her lips with a great show of relish. I feel tears starting to come out of my eyes, and I try to stop myself. I hate crying in front of Ryoko. She loves the sight of me like this, in front of her. She now moves forward, closing the space between us, and forces me to give her a deep French kiss. I can taste the salty tang of the cum in her mouth, but she's swallowed it all, allowing me just this bitter taste of defeat. "Alright! That's enough!" a familiar voice cries out, and we all turn to look. It's Jessie! My younger sister! I can hardly believe it -- what's she doing here? She's dressed in a simple tank-top and track pants, as if she were out for morning exercise. Somehow, I think because we were too engrossed in our contest, we didn't hear her coming in the front door -- she must have let herself in with the keys I gave her long ago. Now she wears the most furious expression I've ever seen from her, and she's directing all of her indignation at Ryoko, who rises to her feet calmly, in her naked glory, to face down my sister Jessie. Jessie is a little bit shorter than me, but more compact looking nowadays. She's tan, from a lot of healthy outdoor activity, and she used to jog and swim more than I did -- I always preferred to stay indoors for my exercise and weight training. She's a very athletic girl, with a toned build. She looks at me now, and says, "Katie, why didn't you tell me anything? I only heard from Penny just last night, about what was happening here. And sure enough, here I am and I see you being treated like a slave, or an animal! Just what the fuck is going on here?" "Who's this strange girl just walking into our house, Jim?" Ryoko says loudly. Jessie throws Jim one contemptuous look, then dismisses him from her universe. "You must be a real desperate slut, going after a spineless wimp like that," she sneers. "I've heard all about you, Ryoko. I'm Katie's younger sister Jessie, and I'm here to put you in your place!" "Oh... I see that you're the one with the muscles in the family, aren't you? Well," Ryoko laughs, "Your weak little 'big' sister here was just not woman enough to handle me. That's why she's living the way she should right now. You think you can take me, little girl?" "Bring it on, whore," Jessie answers hotly, marching into the room. "Come on, get up," she says brusquely, helping me to my feet -- I've been too shocked at this turn of events to even stand up. Now I look at her, and our eyes meet. I can sense the sympathy and concern radiating from her, as she takes in the sight of me in my current parlous state. "It's going to be ok, Katie," she whispers in my ear. "I'll beat this tramp for you." "She's really strong, Jessie," I tell her apprehensively. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Don't be silly. You're my sister, I'll do anything for you," she says, giving me a tight hug. "Just root for me, that's all you need to do." I give a quick nod, and I think back to our childhood, when I was always the tougher and stronger one, though she was no pushover. To have her coming and putting herself on the spot for my sake, defending me, is really such a contrast from how we used to be. I find myself hoping that she will win but not by such a wide margin, or it will reveal just how much I've declined compared to her. Not seeming the least bit self-conscious, Jessie walks into the living room and strips off her clothes, to reveal a body even more fit and athletic than I remember. Ryoko looks her up and down, seeming to be a little bit impressed, as Jessie stretches and limbers up, showing off her tan lithe muscles. The two of them go to the coffee table and kneel at it, just as Ryoko and I did that first time, and lock hands, not taking their eyes off each other. I step forward to be the referee, but Ryoko says, "No, Jim will referee." Nervously Jim steps forward, avoiding my sister's cold glare. Jessie has never been impressed with Jim and must be feeling even more underwhelmed right now. She tosses her head nonchalantly to show she doesn't care who the referee is. When Jim starts them off, they begin pulling. Jessie's muscles are a better match for Ryoko's than mine were, I can't help noticing. Her arm looks lean and firm. "Mmm... you're indeed the stronger sister," Ryoko says, through clenched teeth, smiling slightly. "Not bad... you make a better opponent than Katie..." "Shut your mouth, slut, and wrestle," Jessie grunts, and gives a powerful jerk. It's absorbed by Ryoko, but her hand is budged slightly and a look of concern crosses her face. She is starting to take Jessie seriously and concentrate on this match. Their struggle is long and hard so far, lasting about a couple of minutes already. Suddenly Jessie gives a small cry of despair, as her strength gives out slightly, and I see her trembling arm pulled downwards a little bit. Ryoko gives a grim tight smile, and the muscles on her upper torso seem to bulge even more starkly. Jessie's arm is being forced down slowly. "Katie... cheer..." she gasps. I gasp too as I remember myself, and I lean down beside her. "Come on sister, you can do it! You can take her! Hold her there... pull her back up... doing good... Jes-sie! Jes-sie! Jes-sie!" I begin to chant her name. She rocks slightly in rhythm to my chanting, seemingly trying to draw strength from it. Slowly Ryoko's progress slows, then stops. Ryoko starts to look slightly disbelieving, as their clasped hands begin to shake even more violently. I watch to see if Jessie can start to regain any ground. "Arrgh... your little cheer won't beat me," she snarls. Raising her left arm, she flexes her left bicep and puts it down near their locked hands. On cue, Jim comes over and starts to stroke and squeeze it, as if hypnotized by the flexed, bulging muscles. It seems Ryoko is drawing her energy from this. The look of strain on Jessie's face is growing. I think she's starting to lose again. I keep up the chanting, now desperately hoping to see Jessie produce as much of a show of strength as she can, even if it makes her stronger than me. If she beats Ryoko here, I can claim that it frees Jim from her, and because Jessie and I share the same blood, it feels more acceptable to win this way. But it seems it's just wishful thinking. Ryoko smirks smugly as she realizes she hardly needs any gimmick to defeat Jessie. Slowly their hands travel downwards, Ryoko slowly but steadily outmuscling Jessie. My sister holds on for the last few desperate seconds. Then her arm muscles give out and Ryoko smacks her hand onto the tabletop. She holds it there for a few seconds, to emphasize that Jessie cannot escape her grip. Jim holds up her left arm in the air to signal her victory, and she smiles smugly, while my dear sister Jessie looks down in defeat. While Ryoko preens and flexes, and Jim worships her muscles and fondles her breasts, I massage Jessie's lean bicep, rubbing some life back into it, while she catches her breath and looks away, perhaps a bit ashamed. "I'm sorry, Katie," she says in a small voice. "I lost this one." "So don't you think you should pay a forfeit?" Ryoko demands, before I can say anything. Jessie tosses her head and proudly declares she's not scared of anything Ryoko can dish out. In the end they settle on a single belly-punch before their wrestling match. Jessie puts her hands behind her head and performs a stunning abs pose, her lean hard stomach rippling. But Ryoko bunches up her arm muscles, getting ready to punch. As her fist sinks into Jessie's belly, Jessie chokes and doubles over, eyes wide with the physical shock. Ryoko quickly grabs Jessie's hands, and they go straight into a test of strength. Jessie valiantly tries to recover and push, but she is clearly affected by the blow, and within seconds she is being overpowered, sinking almost to her knees, bent backwards painfully. How dare she take such advantage of my sister! I begin to chant again, hoping to inspire some strength in Jessie. "Jes-SIE! Jes-SIE! Jes-SIE!" Jessie seems to rally. She says through clenched teeth, loudly enough for us to hear, "My sister needs me... you won't stop me... from being strong... for her!" And amazingly she slowly pushes back against Ryoko! Her back straightens bit by bit, until she's upright again, and now she's able to brace her feet properly. She is sucking in great gulps of air to fuel her efforts. Their arms tremble high above them, as Jessie pits all of her sisterly strength against Ryoko's! Wait... Ryoko has just commanded Jim to start touching Jessie's nipples! How can this be happening? This isn't a fair fight at all! If Jim is refereeing he ought to know better! I rush forward to stop him from molesting my sister, but Ryoko commands him to subdue me. He looks at me and shrugs regretfully, telling me that he will have to use force if I don't withdraw! It's been some time since I could truly outmuscle him, so I know I don't have the strength to stop him now. I can only watch helplessly as he reaches in between the two sweaty female bodies, and starts to tweak Jessie's nipples. He has never been fond of Jessie, I remember, so now he must be relishing the chance to get back at her. Jessie begins to moan and shiver with involuntary pleasure. She is trying to keep her concentration but the sexual distraction just proves too much. Ryoko bends her arms and forces her down with ease, winning the test of strength. Without letting go of Jessie's hands, she goes down herself and wraps her strong, muscular legs around Jessie's midriff. I've had a few chances in these two months to feel the strength in those legs, and I wince as she flexes them fully now, to crush Jessie's trunk. Jessie, already hurt from the strong punch earlier, is convulsing with pain and gasping for air, unable to draw a full breath. Ryoko's legs are just too strong. Tears are starting to stream down her face and mine too: hers from pain, mine from shame at my own helplessness. I'm just watching while Ryoko slowly grinds down Jessie's endurance, and Jessie cannot even muster any counterattack. Ryoko switches to a side leg scissors, and propping herself up on her left forearm, flexes her right arm in an extremely sexy pose. Yes, I admit it's very sexy. She looks completely dominant. I wish so hard it was Jessie in this position, but it's her. Jim clearly doesn't mind her looking so sexy and strong. He's coming over to put his cock against her bicep. Oh, he's able to cum again. I wonder how it is that Ryoko can make him able to have such a short refractory time, ever since seducing him away from me. He's cumming now, all over Ryoko's right upper arm. I wish it were my arm. When he's finished, Ryoko licks her bicep a bit, and casts me a triumphant look, as if to tantalize me with what I cannot have. Then, she pulls the weakly struggling Jessie over, and latches on a sleeper hold with her right arm! I immediately move forward, desperate to help my sister -- a sleeper hold is no joke at all. I hesitate as I see that it's not fully locked on, she can still breathe... at least Ryoko is not trying to murder her. But she is definitely choking off Jessie's air supply, and adding insult to injury by using that cum-covered arm. It's a rear naked choke, with the scissorhold not relinquished. "Submit, Jessie?" Ryoko asks, as they rock from side to side, Jessie's face turning red slowly. She shakes her head and tries again to pry Ryoko's arm loose, but her fingers are actually slipping off Ryoko's cum-covered skin, unable to gain traction. I'm starting to loathe Jim now. Katie's Muscle Journey 003 Ryoko's bicep bulges suddenly and for a few seconds Jessie suffers under a real sleeper hold, her eyes bugging out and her tongue lolling in her mouth. Then she is allowed a little bit of air again, just enough to keep her conscious, but her tongue still lolls and her eyelids are drooping. "Submit!" "Okay... okay... I submit..." Jessie croaks her submission, and I feel heart-wrenching disappointment. "Not enough, you bitch. Who's the slut, huh? Who's the whore?" "I... I am." "No. Not you. It's your sister. Say it, loud and clear." "N-Never..." Tears fill my eyes, as Jessie tries again to fight back, refusing to degrade me to save herself. Ryoko growls, and contracts almost every muscle in her powerful body, squeezing Jessie for all she's worth. Jessie writhes around helplessly, her agony so obvious to me, and so heart-rending, I feel like I'm being torn apart inside. "Jessie! Jessie, say it, please, it's alright, I won't blame you, please save yourself," I cry out, blubbering a bit. "Hear that? Now -- say it!" Ryoko shouts. Jessie closes her eyes and blinks tears away. In a hoarse, weak voice, she says, "Katie is a slut, and a whore." Ryoko keeps her in the hold for just a few seconds longer, as if reluctant to let her go, before finally releasing her. Getting up, she contemptuously puts a foot on Jessie's breasts, kneading them with her foot, and pulls her arms into a victory flex, while Jessie keens helplessly in pain. Looking down, she says, "You're not even worth a sexfight. You sisters are alike -- both weak and useless. Just accept it, Katie," she says, addressing me now. "This is going to be your life from now on -- as my live-in slave!" "You still have me to fight, when I call for my rematch!" I say, glowering at her. "Now, get off my sister!" Glaring at me, Ryoko gives a final hard nudge with her foot to Jessie's breasts, and walks away to eat breakfast, leaving me in the living room with my battered sister. "You weren't kidding," she manages to joke. "She is... really strong..." Jessie breaks down into a fit of coughing and I try to comfort her as much as I can. "I'm sorry, Katie," she starts to sob. "I've failed you so completely... and I thought I was going to come and save you for once... I'm so useless... I'm so sorry she made me say those things about you..." "No Jessie, dearest..." I weep. "I wanted you to say them, it's not your fault at all that she had you in such a position, you had to if you were to survive. I'm so happy and proud you came to fight for me..." We both hug each other tightly, crying openly now. Yes, it hurt to hear my sister say those things, but she really had no choice. The fact that she came at all, and got wrestled into such a position, is clear and strong proof of our sisterly love. Jessie raises her head and looks at me. "If you're going to challenge her again, you need a fucking lot of training. Penny and I will help, but now that I've experienced her firsthand... you're going to need to get stronger than both Penny and myself combined, if you want to have your revenge." "Yes, Jessie. I know," I say quietly. Katie's Muscle Journey 004 Chapter 4: Katie, Penny and Jessie "Okay," Penny tells me, "Nicely done... great set Katie!" She is helping to spot me in the gym. I've just finished a superset for my shoulders, and it hurts so good. Seated dumbbell presses, followed by standing lateral flies, and finishing off with upright rows... I can feel the burn and see the cut in my delts. It's been about a month or so since Ryoko and Jessie had their fight. Since then, Jessie has recovered completely from her ordeal, and is now on "Team Katie" as she and Penny call it. Jessie has always been very resilient like that, she always bounces back from anything that happens. After my gym sessions, I go for cardio training in the evening with her. Sometimes it's jogging, other times it's swimming laps. Without the both of them pushing me like this, I don't think I'll make progress as quickly. I'm on my old split-body routine. Mondays I do chest and biceps; Tuesdays my legs; Wednesdays I do shoulders and triceps; Thursdays are rest days; Fridays I concentrate on back work and biceps again; Saturdays are special wrestling practice days with Penny and Jessie; Sundays are rest days, and then the cycle will start again. I finish each gym session off with some ab work, including leg raises, crunches, and planks. They've bought me a big supply of protein supplements, to make sure I get the nutrition I need even if Ryoko tries to cut off my food intake. She has certainly become even more domineering at home. Last evening, she came home and called me over. As Jim watched, she took out a black leather collar, with studs. A long steel chain was attached to it, serving as the leash. I backed away, shaking my head, as she approached me while holding it. "You must accept your new place as our house pet and my personal slave!" she declared. "Never! I may have lost to you in a fight, but I am not your slave!" I asserted strongly. "You have no choice, Katie. You cannot resist me if I want to make you do it," she said, flexing her right bicep and kissing it. "That wasn't in our original agreement. Don't push your luck!" I warned. "Luck? Luck had nothing to do with it! And if you don't like it, let's make a new agreement!" She strode forward. "Let's have another contest. Let's see who the better fucker is. We'll take turns to fuck Jim using only our pussies, a minute at a time. Whoever makes him cum first is the winner. Whoever cums is by default the loser. If you win, I'll actually consider that you won the rematch, and give Jim back to you! That's how much I think of you," she laughed. "Fine! And if I lose, then I wear that collar," I conceded. What a chance this would be! "Good, we're agreed. Once you wear the collar, you must kneel before me whenever I'm around in the house. You'll eat from the floor, and you'll come every time I call you, like a good little pet," she said, licking her lips. Giving a toss of my head, I agreed, a shiver of excitement running down my spine. If I won... which I really felt I could... I could remove her from my life, just like that! But if I lost... the penalty would be so degrading... We got Jim to strip naked and lie down on the floor. His penis stood up, leaning slightly to the side since he was not fully stimulated yet. Again, as the self-styled superior woman, Ryoko chose to go first. She squatted over Jim's hips, and as he watched, she flexed and posed sensually, kissing her biceps. There was a little space she left between the tip of Jim's penis and her vaginal lips, and while she put on the muscle show Jim got harder without any contact, and his erection grew by itself until it touched her pussy opening! I felt so upset, her hold over Jim grows day by day, while mine is so weak by now I am not sure it even still exists. She lowered herself down slowly, letting him slide into her slickly. The squelching sound was audible in the silent living room as she began to bob up and down. She put on several poses during her minute, including a Wonder Woman arms on hips pose with elbows flared slightly forward, a double bicep pump, and grabbing her own breasts while fondling her own nipples, heedless of stimulating herself to an automatic defeat. Apparently she was utterly confident of controlling her cumming. When her minute was up, Jim's cock was engorged and pulsing slightly, while he moaned and breathed shallowly. I felt my own breath quicken as I stepped up. It had been such a long time since I'd felt his cock inside me, and I just wanted to savour the moment. His eyes widened as he took in my improved physique, as I squatted over him. I smiled at him and said softly, "Yes, Jim. Your Katie has been training hard for you. She's been working out so hard... getting back her muscles... look," I said, and flexed my biceps as hard as I could, as I lowered myself onto him. Oh... the feeling of his cock entering me, so familiar... I make sure to give it a good hard squeeze with my kegel muscles, as if giving him a reunion hug. He shuddered all over, and I knew I still had it in me. "Aren't you turned on, darling, at the thought of me struggling so hard to win you back?" I asked, and was rewarded by a swift nod. Ryoko scowled but stayed silent, watching me tigerishly. I began to verbally describe how I would defeat Ryoko with my rebuilt muscular body, and while I fucked him I made various bodybuilding poses – double biceps, side chest, abdominal flex, tricep flex. I could feel it, he was about to cum, and I smiled joyfully, feeling certain that my nightmare would soon be over. But just as I hunched over into the crab pose, the timer sounded and I was forced to release him, with him gasping and moaning, on the verge of a huge orgasm. I was so close, yet so far... Ryoko settled down for her turn, and my heart fell, I knew then that she had this contest in the bag. The odds were stacked against me from the beginning, as it always had been with Ryoko. Jim was unlikely to cum within two minutes, both Ryoko and I knew that, so she chose to go first to warm Jim up, then let me work him through the plateau of sexual excitement, so she'd get to receive the climax. And what a climax it was... she did this alternating flex action with her arms, with one arm held straight out to the side while the other flexed, and then switching. I don't know if it was this sexy muscle dance that did it, or my working on him with my profession of how my love for him was motivating me to get stronger, but the end result was still the same: Ryoko stood up triumphantly as the cum jetted upwards below her, and dripped down from her vagina. She'd won, and won the right to enslave me. So I had the collar put around my neck and locked. She led me around the living room on my hands and knees a few times, to reinforce her domination, then it was dinner time and she made me crouch beside her at the table, with my dinner plate on the floor. While they watched, I had to bend down and lap up my food like an animal. Still, I made sure to eat every bit – I could not afford to disdain any food I got. She then made me do the washing up, and other chores, while she fucked Jim again in the living room right where I could see. It's Saturday now, and we meet up at Penny's place for the rematch, the three of us. My biceps are still sore from an especially gruelling session yesterday afternoon, when I did 21s and drop sets, after lat pulldowns and bent-over rows. As we left the gym together I half-seriously asked Penny if she had made me blast my biceps on purpose so I would lose tomorrow's arm wrestling. She just giggled and flounced away, which was no answer at all. Well, in any case I'm definitely not at peak strength right now. But my powers of recovery have always been above average. I suppose I have good genetics from my mother. Now that I think about her, I find that I miss her very much. My mother, Joan Tay, is a former national bodybuilder, who left the competitive scene because it was getting too expensive to keep up. She now lives alone after my father passed away a few years ago, and lives quite comfortably off the inheritance and insurance. Still, the last time I saw her, she was still keeping up a healthy training regimen. I wonder what she would think right now, if she knew that her elder daughter had lost her boyfriend to a stronger woman, and was now living as that stronger woman's virtual slave, constantly reminded of her defeat. She would be ashamed of me, I'm sure. I've asked Jessie not to tell her, despite Jessie insisting that Mum would solve my problem in a jiffy. Yes, I'm sure she would, she's got the strength, but it won't solve the real problem. I need to do this under my own muscle power, or it's meaningless. Right now my muscles are still sore from yesterday's workout, and I stretch them as well as I can while we limber up for the match. Jessie will act as the referee, and Penny and I are already in the nude in preparation. Penny sees me wincing as I stretch my bicep, and gives me a naughty wink, making me stare at her in outrage. "You did do it on purpose then!" I accuse as we kneel down at the table. "I'm not admitting anything!" she retorts, a mischievous smile on her face, which fades as we put our arms on the table and move our hands closer together. We both now look as serious as we feel. This will be a test of how much I've actually improved, how much stronger I've become since January, within a space of two months. Jessie holds our hands and makes sure we're even, and then starts us off. She watches our trembling clasped hands avidly. So far we're locked dead even, but neither of us is putting forth our full strength. This is just probing and getting a feel for each other. I look down for a moment to observe my arm, and I'm pleased to see that my bicep looks harder and rounder than before, and my arm looks bigger in general. The hard gymming has paid off, I'm beginning to look and feel stronger. Penny looks as fit as she did when we first had our match, and this time I remind myself not to underestimate her. She grunts and gives a sudden wrench on my arm as I'm distracted, and I feel a stabbing pain shoot through my whole bicep area as the sore muscle gets stretched. Damn it... she's taking full advantage of my muscle fatigue... she's now got me at a disadvantage and I involuntarily show some distress on my face. I can see Jessie trying to look impartial but her posture is tight with concern. I bite my lip, and then grit my teeth, trying to block out the pain. I must do my best... Penny and Jessie have worked hard on me, I mustn't let them down now. The pain becomes a dull fact in the background, and I find I am able to channel more and more strength through my arm. Penny's eyes widen and she starts to look more strained as I pull her up to centre. Her left hand, placed on her upraised left knee, tightens such that I can see her knuckles turn white, as she attempts to use her whole body for leverage as best as she can. Her pecs are also now visibly flexing, making the curve under her armpit a hard ridge of tendon and muscle. I can feel it now – I am definitely stronger than her! I just have to keep repressing my pain. Slowly, steadily, I pull Penny's hand down closer and closer to the table. To her credit she's not giving up in the slightest, even though it's quickly becoming hopeless for her to turn the tide. Towards the end I slow down slightly, as the ache in my arm and shoulder starts to catch up with me, but she cannot fight back, and I gently press her hand down as we stare deeply into each other's eyes. Penny seems to have mixed feelings, as Jessie raises my arm in victory. At last, I've made some progress. I'm no longer weaker than Penny in arm strength. Penny congratulates me warmly, but I can sense that she had hoped she could pull off another déjà vu victory. Now, we move to the centre of the room where Jessie prepares to referee the match. We shake hands firmly before we begin in a reaffirmation of sportswomanship and friendship. Penny reaches out, wanting a test of strength. She clearly will not hesitate to press any advantage she feels she has – which is only good training for me, because I know Ryoko will not shy away from doing that either. I give a single nod in response to her inviting look, and step forward accepting the contest. Silently we begin to push. Will it be like the last time, I cannot help wondering. Jessie hovers at the sidelines, looking at our straining bodies. As long as I keep my arms straight, the strain on my biceps is not that great. After a few minutes of struggle, I can sense that Penny does not have the power to force me to bend my arms, or my wrists. My forearms are aching with the effort of stopping her from bending my wrists, and also from the exercises yesterday, but my willpower blocks out the pain and I manage to hold out. Penny's strength begins to give way, and I step in closer to bring my weight advantage to bear. Now I force Penny's arms out, and down to her sides, standing chest to chest with her, our breath hot on each other's lips. When I start to bend Penny's wrists back, she gives a small cry of agony. I feel a little wrench on my heart when I hear it and I see her face, but I harden my heart and mercilessly flex as hard as I can. She sinks down to her knees from the pressure, allowing me to raise our hands above her head again, and this time apply crushing force straight downwards. My traps and delts tense and flex rigidly and powerfully. Penny's arms tremble like leaves in the wind. Then I hear her small voice say, "I submit." I can hardly believe it... what a difference a few weeks makes! When we first wrestled back then I was completely dominated by her wrestling moves and her muscular strength. Now, even despite muscle soreness, I've just defeated her in a single test of strength! I release her quickly and step back. Penny gets to her feet, rubbing her aching wrists and arms, looking very rueful. Jessie is beaming widely as she steps between us, and as if there is an audience watching, takes hold of our wrists in either hand. Ceremoniously she raises my arm in victory, while Penny plays along and hangs her head in mock shame, pretending to weep. They're so cute, I can't help laughing as I play along and throw up some muscle victory poses. We end up giggling and hugging each other. "There's still the sexfight," Penny says mischievously. "Come on, I've beaten you completely, that's just going to be a formality," I say. Her eyes flash. "Oh yeah? Well if I can make you cum, Miss Muscles, I still have sexual dominance over you!" She's using my old nickname again, which she hasn't used since the time she defeated me. I feel oddly touched by this gesture... I know that without her help and Jessie's I won't have improved so much. "Alright Penny, you've earned it," I reply softly and move closer to her. Still standing, we start to rub and fondle each other's nipples, slipping in our right thighs into each other's groin, rubbing the soft inner thigh flesh silkily together. Soon it's lubricated with heavier perspiration, and our breaths are coming in quick gasps. My nipples feel like they're on fire in a good way. Penny really has a very good touch. I seem to be having the same effect on her as well. The long minutes pass, and sweat has broken out all over our bodies. Her eyes are half-closed and she's starting to jerk... yes, I can feel her juices starting to flow out on my thigh now... we move closer and closer, until our lips clamp together in a hot kiss... I cum several seconds after Penny starts to make the spasming motions and throaty whimpers signalling her orgasm. Jessie confirms that Penny came first, and Penny manages to nod to admit her defeat. We stay locked in embrace after that first orgasm, catching our breath. "Thank you, Penny," I tell her warmly. "What're friends for," she whispers, giving my ear a little nibble before we break apart. As we're recovering and sipping water laced with Creatine, Penny leans over and slaps Jessie's thigh. "Hey, who's the stronger sister, you or her?" "She's got bigger muscles but I'm much more fit," she laughs. "She never wants to do her cardio properly. That's why she's got a tummy, you see." What nonsense! I do not have a tummy! You can see my abs clearly... well alright, during these past few years my ab definition has really faded until it's just some faint lines. I remember how Jim used to insist that my abs were still sexy even after they weren't so chiselled anymore, and he'd even squeeze my abdominal fat fondly, saying he liked the "natural" look. Remembering this makes me feel a pang, and I look down at my abdomen. While there're still the visible lines, one down the middle and the rest for my six-pack, it's definitely covered by some fat. "Well this is natural," I say defensively. "Having ripped abs doesn't mean you're stronger or tougher, it just means you have low body fat..." "Yeah, but... look at Ryoko," Jessie says, hesitating slightly before mentioning the woman who had humiliated not just me, but her as well. "She's definitely got the strength... also the fleshy voluptuous look... but also very well-defined muscles all over. She's got some tummy fat but you can't actually tell because her trunk looks quite ripped. I'm just being realistic," she adds, as Penny nods and agrees gravely with this assessment. I sigh and say, "Alright, fair enough. I'll work on my cardio, and my abs." "But which of you two would win in a fight?" Penny presses. Jessie and I pause to consider each other carefully. As sisters growing up, with a muscular national bodybuilder for a mother, both of us have naturally modelled ourselves after her, in both conscious and unconscious ways. We've had some playful tussles, but nothing ever serious in the way of competition. Now that I think back, we've never had any serious strength contest that either of us could point to and say: I've won that, I'm the stronger one. Jessie clearly knows it as well. She puts down her glass and says, "I think you and I should have a match, Katie. You're going to need all the training you can get, and as your sister I need to do everything I can for you. So we must practice now." "Okay..." I say slowly, still trying to accept the idea. I guess it'll be ok... we have always been close as sisters, and we're in Penny's company... and she's right, I do need the practice. My sister Jessie has the fit, toned body of a regular outdoors girl. She has the round shoulders and firm forearms of a volleyball player, and a very trim midsection rippling with lean muscle. Her thighs are toned and strong, and her calves are almost diamond-shaped. After I've stretched my muscles, and assured them I can have a second match now, Jessie and I settle down to arm wrestle. We agree to use our left arms, since Jessie is quite ambidextrous and I need to train up both my arms anyway. We adopt the same position as Penny and I just did a while ago, and Penny starts us off. As we slowly ramp up the force we're pulling with, I match her gaze and discover a surprising intensity in it. She's really taking this seriously. I'm starting to lose, and I compress my lips as I strain to hold her off, but she leans forward and pours amazing force into her hand! My arm is bending more now, she's winning... "Katie! Take me seriously! Use your full power!" she cries out, almost in my face. "I'm trying!" I grunt through clenched teeth. "No, you're not!" she growls, surprisingly. As she holds me there at a distinct disadvantage, she grates out, "You've never felt what I've felt. You've always been my stronger and bigger older sister. I've always tried to match up to you, but I couldn't, until lately. You've been lazy with your body, Katie. And now I really, really want to beat you. I want to be the stronger and better sister. Remember what Ryoko said, huh? Remember?" Katie's Muscle Journey 004 "Of course!" I snap back, starting to feel angry at the reminder. "She said, I was the real muscle in the family," Jessie continues relentlessly. "Because that's how it looks right now – and is that how it is, huh? Is it?" "No!" I give an angry jerk on her arm and try to sustain it. She grimaces with effort, then grins. "Yes – it – is!" "AARGH!" I scream, and pour all the strength I can into my trembling left arm. She screams back, we're almost touching foreheads, glaring at each other from under our eyelids. The seconds are ticking by so slowly... my arm suddenly stops hurting, it's throbbing not with pain but with new energy, I've pulled her back to neutral. We're grunting and snarling at each other, as I try to sustain the adrenalin surge. Suddenly I've pulled her over the top, down she goes... down she goes! After I beat her, we glare at each other while breathing hard, still filled with the intensity of our combative emotions. I feel a thrill rush through me as Penny lifts up my arm in victory. We move to the centre of the room, and quickly lock up in the collar-and-elbow to start off our match, and quickly clash in a mutual bearhug. While we stagger around, she manages to catch me off balance, and we tumble onto the mats with her rolling quickly on top of me, our chests pressed together. She attempts to put me in a headlock, but having experienced many headlocks by now in our practice sessions, I know several ways to counter it. Placing a hand underneath her chin, I push her head backwards away from me, and flex my abs bringing my legs up, hooking them around her neck. I pull her down to the mat with my leg strength, and I've locked in a head-scissors now. Using my hands, I keep her thighs under control so she cannot lock in one of her own, and I ride her thrashing body, squeezing as hard as I can. She manages to slip an arm through my legs, between my calves. Grabbing her other arm for leverage, she uses her muscle power to try and lever my legs apart to release her neck, turning her body as she does so. As she turns around and gets her knees beneath her I make a grab for her wrists, but she evades my grasp. We break apart and roll away, breathing hard as we regroup. She speaks as we circle each other. "You're getting quite good Katie, but you're still not good enough to beat me!" She suddenly dives in low, wrapping herself around my legs. With my centre of gravity upset, I lose my footing and topple over. Jessie quickly lifts my legs up as I thrash helplessly, and steps over with one leg, trying to turn me over into a Boston Crab. I grit my teeth and try to twist with my trunk against her, and succeed in stopping her halfway, but cunningly she reverses her footing and makes use of my own momentum against me, twisting me to the other side instead! She's got me caught in the crab! Oh the pain in my lower back... she's pouring it on, leaning back really far. I try to push up with my trembling arms to lessen the pain but it doesn't work. Penny is in front of me, asking me if I want to submit. I shake my head firmly, feeling tears of pain being squeezed out of the corners of my eyes. I have to try and grab her foot – damn it, she is wise to this and she's keeping her feet out of reach. I really don't want to give in to her... will I have to? Groaning, I summon my strength again and push upwards. My shaking arms are really sore now as I push up not only my weight, but also part of Jessie's. I grimly shut out the pain and concentrate on pushing. With excruciating slowness, I gradually create enough space off the mat, and manage to get my shoulders underneath me as I do a forward roll. Jessie stumbles backwards, caught off-balance, and her torso is still between my legs. I quickly twist her on her side and clamp my legs together. My leg muscles are still strong, if I use them I can win this! But Jessie is faster than I gave her credit for, she's slipped her legs free from my grasp, and now she's wrapped them around my body too, under my arms! We're now in a rare double body scissors situation. It's now a matter of who can squeeze harder and also endure the pain at the same time. Her thighs have caught me around the sternum, right at the bottom of my rib cage. I'm not sure where I've caught her, but I know she's hurting me very badly with her squeezing. She begins to pulsate her leg muscles. The resistance I'm creating with my torso muscles is beginning to crumble further with each pulse. Worse, she reaches back and hooks one of my legs with an arm, and manages to force my ankles apart, reducing the leverage I can use. I try the same, but it's my right arm she's forced me to use, and it's too tired to overcome her leg strength. I just close my eyes and squeeze as hard as I can, fighting against the pain and fatigue. I can feel my body start to shake, and second by second it's getting more violent. I'm very close to giving up... if Penny asks me one more time I think I'll give... "Ok... I submit..." Those words are not coming from my lips... they're croaked out by my sister... I've won! We fall apart and lay there, gasping and wheezing for air, only able to sit up after a minute or so. Penny bends down and raises my arm in victory, and Jessie manages a smile and a thumbs-up sign. I smile back at them gratefully. "That was intense..." I gasp. Jessie and I discuss the match as we recover from our exertion. She thinks I've improved a lot, and did well on the Boston Crab reversal. Also, we both know that her endurance is really good, yet even with the odds stacked against me, I still managed to outlast her in the mutual body scissors. I'm starting to feel really hopeful about my improvement. Katie's Muscle Journey 005 Chapter 5: Katie and Michelle I step out of the bathroom, and immediately come face to face with Ryoko. The next thing I know her fist has flashed into my unprotected belly and I double over in pain, eyes blurring with tears. "April Fool's!" she shouts, giggling. I didn't get to tense my abs to receive the blow, caught by surprise as I was. As I bend over trying to regain my breath, she dangles my collar in front of me. "And that's also for daring to take it off without my permission," she hisses, striking my cheek lightly with it. I manage to gasp out, "I don't want to wear it." "Too bad, you lost our last little contest and this is the price you pay... slave!" she smirks. I straighten up somewhat, rubbing my abdomen, and say angrily, "I challenge you again for the collar, if I win I don't wear it anymore." "Fine, but I dictate the terms and contest," she says, twirling the collar around her finger. Jim walks up to us at this moment, and stops as he sees us both, naked, me dripping wet from the morning shower. "Jim referees, of course, as usual, won't you darling," Ryoko says, smiling at Jim, who only nods and smiles weakly back. I'm beginning to despise how spineless he's become. Ryoko continues, with an evil grin on her face, "And the contest will have to be... belly punching!" I remain silent. What did I expect? She seeks every opportunity to stack the deck against me, to further destroy my morale. She wants to crush my will with insurmountable odds. My will is strong – I will fight her regardless, on her terms, and never give up no matter what. "We'll take turns to punch each other in the belly. After each punch we will have 10 counts in which to retaliate. If either of us cannot make it after 10 counts, then she's the loser. Since I took a punch already, you can have the next one, don't say I'm not a fair person," she says. I want so badly to wipe that smug look off her face. We move to stand in the middle of the room where there's space. She stretches a bit, lacing her fingers and arching her upper torso towards me, so I can see not only the impressive and perky breasts and erect nipples, but also the rippling muscles underneath the skin, giving her strong curves all over. Her abs are fantastic, and have not deteriorated these three months. I stretch as well, matching her poses and trying to project confidence, despite the ache in my belly muscles. My abs have improved a lot too, and are almost as good now as they were when I was at my peak a few years back. I catch sight of the both of us in the full-length bedroom mirror on the wardrobe, wide enough to give us a decent view. Overall I think I'm a pretty good match for her, I'm closing the gap of muscularity between us. Ryoko does the ab and thigh pose, making her abs ripple like a belly dancer, still smirking at me. As I move in to take my first punch she turns to Jim, standing beside us watching with a hungry look on his face, and says, "Count slower for me and faster for her." "You cunt," I snarl, "You don't get any more shameless do you?" "Perks of being the mistress of the house, sex slave," she retorts. "Now come on! Standing over your broken defeated body never gets old. I'm going to really enjoy it." "Enjoy this!" I unleash a straight punch to her abdomen, hitting it with all the force I can muster. My fist connects with a loud SMACK! But... Ryoko doesn't even budge! She sucks in a breath through her teeth, then grins, holding the pose perfectly well. "You're going to have to do much better to stand a chance, little Katie," she says. Grimly, as Jim begins counting, I quickly adopt the pose and tense my abs as hard as I can. Ryoko measures me with her eyes, waiting out the slow count Jim is giving, then just as he reaches 9, she steps up to me, and launches an uppercut right into the same spot where she punched me earlier. I gag, and a rush of saliva comes to my mouth that I barely manage to keep from coming out. My eyes begin to water. She's so strong... and she managed to pick that same spot that already was sore... I'm bending over before I know it, gasping and swallowing. I can hear Jim counting, he's already up to 4, the bastard. Ryoko is standing, now in a double bicep pose, flexing confidently. Growling, I steady myself, then unleash another straight right onto her abs. It's like smacking a wall, my knuckles actually hurt. This time however she staggers back slightly, but quickly recovers. Stepping forward, she flexes her right bicep in front of me to intimidate me, then again uses her close-range uppercut on me. I'm more prepared this time, though it still hurts very much. She must've been a boxer before or something, how does she punch so hard? I've got to endure... I must try to win at least something in front of Jim... can't keep losing everything. This battle of strength and stamina has continued for more than 15 rounds now. I get slightly less time to recover after each punch I receive, I have to immediately muster myself for my counter attack. I still try to put all the force I can into my arm, but the pain is starting to tell. I'm now taking my 16th punch. Ryoko is starting to show some of the strain, the cocky look gone from her face. She still looks in better shape than me, though. I catch sight of my face in the mirror and I look exhausted and in excruciating agony, my mouth hanging open slightly and my eyes half-lidded, sweat pouring down my face and my whole body. My vision is blurring with involuntary tears, and my belly feels as if a car has just gone slowly over me on a road. Each and every punch Ryoko lands is on the same spot, which is now red under the skin. My only comfort is that I've tried to do the same and a pink patch is also appearing on her abdomen. Just before the 10-count I give out a cry and launch my attack. It sinks a bit lower than I intended, since I'm having trouble keeping upright. Ryoko's eyes actually cross, and she goes down on one knee – the first between us to do so! My feeling of triumph is short-lived however: she immediately tells Jim to "stop the count" and while she recovers she says that I cheated and punched below the belt, so Jim must impose a penalty of an extra consecutive punch. The cheating bitch... but I can do nothing but accept her terms. I must show that I can withstand any amount of punishment she can deal out. Trying to block out the pain, I draw myself up and perform the best crab pose I can, my arms more open than usual to expose my abs. "Do your worst!" I scream in Ryoko's face. Her uppercut lands higher than before, on my solar plexus. I'm staggering slightly, my pose lost, everything is pain and dizziness. No... can't let her win... I manage to stand firm again, tensing up my whole trembling body, willing myself not to collapse... She flexes once more, slowly and deliberately, before she punches – a straight arm punch! I can't believe how devastating it is, it's even worse than her uppercut... I'm on the floor, curled up in a ball. I can't move much, I can feel that I'm drooling from the side of my mouth, but I can't stop it. Ryoko's foot rolls me over onto my back, and she puts it right on top of the red patch she created. I can't even lift my upper torso up, my abs hurt too much. Jim finishes the 10-count, and raises Ryoko's arms declaring her the winner. As I blink away the tears streaming from my eyes I see her looking down at me, her left arm held high in the air by Jim, who is looking at her worshipfully, her right arm slowly curling down into a victory flex. I've lost... again... And as a further forfeit she traps me in a side leg-scissors while performing a blowjob on Jim. Her muscled thighs crush the last of my resistance out of me, and I writhe helplessly in sheer agony while she blows Jim right in front of my face. Her fingers are laced with mine, trapping my arms. At one point she commands Jim to try out my blowjob to see whose is better. For the first time in weeks I get to suck his cock again, and I try to make the best of it, but Ryoko mercilessly squeezes and squeezes, and it's all I can do not to gag, let alone give a proper one. Jim withdraws from my mouth, shaking his head looking disappointed, and willingly gives it to Ryoko again, who keeps me subdued with no problem as she blows him. Then she asks, who gives the better blowjob? Jim's answer, that it's her, breaks my heart and crushes my spirit. When I step into the gym area for my workout with Penny and Jessie, I'm wearing a halter top and tight workout shorts. They gasp as they see me, and I grimace, knowing why – my belly is showing some slight bruising from the morning's contest with Ryoko. After I tell them what happened, they seem infuriated and concerned for me in equal measure. I assure them that I'm fine, just that I probably won't be able to do direct ab work today. I will have to strengthen my midriff though, in the days to come. "Well, well, well – if it isn't the former arm wrestling champion Miss Muscle Katie! How far the mighty have fallen," comes a hoarse sneering voice that we all find very familiar. We all turn to glare at the girl who's come up to us. My former best friend turned nemesis, Michelle. Michelle was together with me in school, we were classmates and best friends. She was always a bit on the plump side – looking at her now, I think she has now grown to become outright fat – and tried to compensate by joining the school rowing team. Because of her diet, however, which continued being an indulgent one, Michelle didn't lose weight or become slimmer at all, but instead became a rather husky individual. She did have a muscular physique but it was all covered under a layer of fat. But that all changed when a playful challenge turned serious in a wrong way. There was a guy whom she was interested in, and whom she wanted to impress in the worst way. He too seemed quite fond of her, and told her it was because she was stronger than she looked, which he found attractive. There was one day when we had a round of arm wrestling in the class, just for fun, and Michelle and I ended up crushing all the girls and defeating all the boys, with varying difficulty. Eventually only the two of us were the undefeated ones, and everyone watched as we faced off across a table. It was a long hard match that went back and forth, but eventually I won when her endurance finally crumbled and I took a big lead, pulling her down past the halfway point of no return. I still remember the look of humiliation in her eyes after I beat her. Worse yet was when the boy lost interest in her and started to go after me instead, which I tried to decline at first because I simply wasn't interested. Also, I didn't want to betray her. But she still saw it as a betrayal anyway, and we were soon no longer friends. So now, even though I wish it weren't the case, she regards me as her nemesis. But what does she mean by saying how the mighty have fallen? Can it be that she... "I had a nice coffee out with your friend Ryoko the other day. Heard a lot about her and Jim. Imagine my shock... the mighty Katie, unable to hold on to her man, because she just isn't strong enough..." "You shut your mouth, fatty!" my sister Jessie snarls, standing up with fists balled. Penny stands up too, and they glare at Michelle, who folds her arms nonchalantly. "You may call me what you like, but at least I know I'm better than this weakling here!" she smirks, cocking her blubbery chin at me. "How about it, Katie, let's see who the stronger woman is, right here, right now!" My blood is up at her words, and recklessly I answer, "Fine by me, bitch!" with a toss of my head. She points to an empty studio with a mat, and says, "Come on then, if you're not too scared." We all enter the studio, and Penny and Jessie sit down beside the mat. Michelle and I face each other. She's really grown heavier since I last saw her. Her belly is poking out through her own exercise outfit... although I can't help but notice her belly doesn't wobble so much, perhaps it's actually some tough muscle underneath. She fixes her hair, and I notice the blubber on her arms. Confidently, I do up my hair as well, taking the chance to show off my toned arms, which she notices with flashing eyes. "Come... whoever can push the other off the mat is the winner," she says, dropping in to a crouch. Effectively she's offering a sumo match – typical of her, to try and stack the deck her way, knowing she has to make use of her massive weight advantage. But I can't back down from the challenge, so I just nod and crouch as well. She adopts a sumo wrestler's pose, which almost seems silly, and then in one fluid motion strips off her top, letting her large pendulous breasts hang free. I see Penny and Jessie's jaws drop open, this is a public place after all! There're only a few people out there right now, but surely at some point someone will notice... Michelle flexes proudly, displaying her naked upper torso, seemingly completely unashamed. "Prepare to be crushed, little Katie!" she crows in that annoying hoarse voice of hers. I decide that I should match her gesture. Taking a deep breath, I strip my top off too. Outside the studio, I hear someone call excitedly, "Hey! My god I don't believe it, you guys gotta see this! Come quick, I'm telling ya! There's two topless chicks in there about to go at it!" In a flash, there's a gaggle of men and a few women gathered outside the studio, gaping at us. Michelle only smiles confidently, seeming to drink in the attention. I try to feel less self-conscious about my bare upper torso on public display like that, and focus on taking Michelle out of the mat. Our hands slowly come together, and we link our fingers, pushing against each other to the sides. Our heads rest on each other's shoulders as we brace our upper torsos against each other. Immediately I can feel the immense pushing force Michelle is putting forth, with those thunder thighs of hers, and my feet slip back a few inches. I try to pedal my legs forward, my feet scrabbling a bit for purchase before I manage to stabilize myself. I feel every muscle in my body strain against Michelle as we both try to push each other back. Dimly I can hear cheering from the audience, and from Penny and Jessie as well. It seems some actually like the prospect of me being defeated by Michelle, while others just remark on my muscled figure. It seems to be a "fit girl vs fat girl" match in their minds, and some of them seem to want me, the "fit girl", humiliated in front of them. I push even harder, gritting my teeth, unwilling to give them or Michelle that satisfaction. I can hear Michelle grunting with effort, and I can feel her large arms slowly pushing mine back. Damn... how can they be so strong, they're mostly fat... or are they...? I break the grip, and our hands come together around each other's bodies. Now it's more like a sumo match than ever, with the two of us tussling around. Then I feel a stab of pain in my torso, especially my bruised abdomen, as I twist it badly aggravating the injuries Ryoko inflicted on me. Michelle and I are face to face, and I see her eyes light up in realization as she feels me flinch in a weird way. "Ohh... your abs... aren't too hot, are they?" she murmurs, grinning ferally. "Better than... your whale blubber..." I snarl back a bit breathlessly, still trying to hold her weight back. It is like holding back the weight of a steamroller. "Let's see about that..." she growls. Then she wraps her arms around my waist, and suddenly I am almost lifted off my feet as her arms constrict around my torso like boa constrictors. "Aaaarrrgh..." this choked cry is forced from my lips. Penny and Jessie are on their feet, urging me to free myself, to squeeze back, not to give up. The rest of the audience are just hooting at seeing us breast to breast like this. I can feel the agony of being bearhugged... silently I curse Ryoko again, for weakening me so much with this morning's belly punching contest. This is so unfair... now Michelle is attacking my most vulnerable body part of the moment. I have to somehow get back at her... Fighting through the pain I wrap my arms around her, and reciprocate, turning this into a bearhug contest. I find I can barely lock my wrists around her back, whereas she is clasping her forearms tightly, squeezing my trim abdomen. I flex my arms as hard as I can, trying to make my strength felt through the layers of fat on her body. But I don't seem to be having much of an effect. I can feel both our bodies trembling against each other, pressed together tightly with no space in between our flesh. Her arms are crushing me... her much bigger breasts are overwhelming my smaller ones... being pressed against her body is like being crushed against a cushioned, but still solid, wall. The pain in my abdomen is making it hard to think... Slowly I'm starting to slump. I try to gasp for air, to take a full breath, but Michelle relentlessly applies her crushing pressure on me. With every exhalation from me her arms seem to close around me a millimeter more. Before I know it, my hands have fallen to my sides... I can't even raise or tense them anymore. I feel my head lolling backwards, and her face hovers into view. She is wearing a look of sadistic enjoyment on her fat, lumpy face. I must be a sight right now – watery eyes, red cheeks, mouth hanging open... perhaps the drool is dripping from my mouth too... "How do you like it now, huh, Miss Muscles? Who's stronger now?" she crows loudly to my face, and so that everyone can hear. "Yeah! Show that skinny bitch what a real woman can do!" comes a cry from the audience. "Those muscles are just for show, man... look at her, she's so weak!" I can see Penny and Jessie looking furiously at the crowd and shouting back indignantly in my defence, but it's no use. I'm letting them down... again. Mercifully, Michelle suddenly releases me from the bearhug, and I slump against her, gulping and gasping, unable to stand properly without leaning on her like this. She grabs my biceps, and begins to push. I recall that I am standing almost at the mat, and desperately I brace my feet, grab her arms, and try to resist. But I'm too much weakened already... she easily forces me right to the edge of the mat, my feet straining desperately not to go over. Then she slips her arms around me again, this time pinioning both my arms to my side, and with a heave she picks me up off the floor. I'm helpless to resist, as she steps slowly to the edge of the mat, and lower me down again, my feet landing off the mat, meaning I've lost, in the most humiliating way possible. Michelle steps away from me and starts posing to the cheering and leering audience, raising her flabby arms in victory, while I slump to my knees clutching my belly, feeling the hot tears of shame spring to my eyes. Penny and Jessie come over to comfort me, but all I can see is Michelle's preening, strutting form as she turns around to face me. From the look in her eyes I can see that she has gotten a sort of closure: she has avenged her defeat all those years ago, that I inflicted on her. And now, to think that she and Ryoko are in communication... that she knows everything I have been through these past few months, my secret shame, and my ongoing domestic humiliation... No! I cannot let this pass. I rise slowly to my feet, locking gazes with Michelle. The pain in my belly makes me hunch over clutching my midriff. The bruising given by Ryoko's punching this morning will take longer for me to recover from now... thanks to this fat bitch who used to be my best friend. "Rematch. One month," I say, grimly and succinctly, through gritted teeth. "Fine, loser," she smirks. While she struts away to the showers, her large breasts swaying from side to side, I sit down to catch my breath and regain energy. Penny and Jessie sit on either side of me, glaring at the audience members still hanging around, some of whom are muttering disparaging remarks in my direction. Katie's Muscle Journey 005 "Don't get discouraged by that, Sis," Jessie says, "It wasn't even a fair fight, you were injured going in. You weren't anywhere near your full strength!" "Yeah, you've really gotten back a lot of your old strength you know!" Penny chimes in loyally. "I'm going to have to do a lot better than this to beat Ryoko," I reply. "I can't guarantee that when our rematch comes, I'm going to be in tip top condition. Well, I guess she has a better chance of being at her peak when the match comes... because with things at home the way they are, she will probably starve me the day before our match, or keep me up all night with some sexual assault device, or some shit like that." "That fucking bitch..." Jessie says angrily. "I hate to think of it... but yeah, you're right." "Which means, I've got to take this kind of thing in my stride," I sigh. "As though I've had a choice, ever since Ryoko came in. She's been winning every contest against me... stacking the odds against me every single damn time." "But Katie... why do you keep doing this," Penny asks suddenly, looking miserable. "I hate to see you like this... suffering this constant shame and humiliation. Is Jim really worth it?" "I don't know anymore..." I say slowly, while Jessie shakes her head at the mention of Jim. "I suppose I'm still very attached to him? We've been together all this time after all. But honestly... I think the heart of this contest is no longer about him." "What do you mean?" Penny asks. "It's about Ryoko. It's about which of us, Ryoko or myself, is the better woman. She came in, just swooped in, and took my man. Then she took my pride, and my dignity, and she keeps it up every single day." My fists clench as I speak. "I think Jim is really just a tool she is using to do all that. Whenever we have our struggles... she just uses Jim to add an extra sexual element." They nod, as they remember what I told them earlier, about how Ryoko used Jim's cock during the morning contest. "I have to admit... it works very well. It's very sexually charged, the way it happens," Jessie confesses, flushing a bit. "So... whatever the case, I have to carry on," I finish grimly. "Whether or not Jim is really worth all this, I don't really care anymore. Ryoko and I must settle this some day, once and for all." "And we'll be behind you all the way!" Penny exclaims, and Jessie nods emphatically. I look at them and smile. "I would prefer it if you were beside me," I say. "Definitely!" "You got it!" This evening, I've just come home, and I'm greeted with the sight of Michelle, naked and straddling Jim. She has got Jim folded up completely in a schoolgirl's pin, with his legs hooked underneath her armpits, and her knees pinning his arms. She's lowered her crotch to his face, and from the sheen of sweat on her skin and her expression, he has been eating her out for quite a while already. Ryoko is sitting nearby, also naked, touching herself while watching. At my entrance Michelle's face lights up evilly, and she looks down and says breathlessly, "Your wife is here, Jim. I completely dominated her today in public. I humiliated her. And now, I'm taking her man too... she's a weakling slut... and now I'm going to cum... on her... husband's..." The word "face" becomes a long yowl of delight, lapsing into incoherence, as she makes good on her words and grinds away at Jim's face, cumming and cumming while looking at me. I simply stand there, watching the sight of this jerking, spasming fat girl orgasming while pinning Jim securely. Michelle, I'm going to get you for this insult. I'm focusing mainly on Ryoko, but your turn will come really soon. Katie's Muscle Journey 006 "Oh yeah... yeah... you go girl... push it!" My sister Jessie is cheering me on as I give a loud, unladylike grunt, and squeeze out yet another squat with 225lbs, or 100kg, before staggering forward to rack the bar. I've just squeezed out 6 good solid reps on this weight, which is making many other guys, even the less scrawny ones, look at me with intimidated glances. I chuckle to myself slightly as I catch sight of them out of the corner of my eyes. Some of them look impressed, and I notice they are the ones who look like they lift seriously. The weight I just did is probably not much to a serious male lifter, but for a girl I suppose it's pretty impressive. Some of the guys I notice shake their heads as if in disgust, but that's only to be expected. A few however, I think, look at me in the same way Jim used to look at me before we started dating, back then. The thought sends another pang of anger through me. I sit down on a nearby bench to rest, while Jessie opens my training log and makes a few notes. For these 4 weeks, I've been training with power-lifting methods, rather than the usual bodybuilding ones. It occurred to me that Michelle probably has a lot of brute strength, from her dragon-boating. Even though her body is mostly covered with fat, she probably has quite a bit of muscle underneath, as I could feel when we last clashed. In fact, her legs would be very strong, simply because they had to lug her weight around on a daily basis! I realized I needed to train core strength, and so far it's been good progress made. In fact, it has allowed me to regain almost all my original strength at my peak, in my heyday. "Your lifts just keep getting better," Jessie grins, showing me the log. "You've gotten back your old strength, I think!" "Almost," I say, smiling at the thought. As I look at myself in the wall mirror, I can see the results of my months of training. With Jessie and Penny seeing to my nutrition, I am eating well enough to build muscle. My shoulders have become rounder, my back has broadened a bit, giving me more of a tapered waist. I stand, noting the increased size and definition in my leg muscles, and the tautness of my abs. Flexing my arms, I see to my pleasure that my biceps are larger and more well-defined, and so are my triceps. Of course, the biceps are just for vanity, but I guess I am a bit vain. "You look like a real Amazon warrior!" Jessie gushes. "I think you're stronger than me again!" "Shall we see?" I wink at her, still flexing. "I've got an idea..." she says, grinning back. "Let's go to Penny's first for your post-workout meal, shall we? Those muscles need feeding!" I enjoy a great lunch at Penny's place with the two of them, eating some beef strips with whole grain pasta, and a side helping of cauliflower. I'm topless after having a shower in her stall – by this time, we're all so familiar with each other that it feels very comfortable. "So, Katie's training is going really well," Jessie comments, as we sit at the table. "Do you think she's strong enough for Ryoko yet?" Penny asks hopefully. "Hard to say... hasn't Ryoko been working out too?" Jessie asks me. I think for a while, and nod. When I am at home it seems that she is fucking Jim all the time, but I do know she goes out regularly for workouts, about 4 days per week, and her muscle tone hasn't diminished one bit. During this past month, we've not had any strength contests, so it's difficult for me to gauge my progress directly compared to her. She's mainly forced me to watch while she performs various acts on Jim, which never fail to make him cum quickly and plentifully. "Well, remember what you said before, Jess?" Penny says. "You said, and I agree, unfortunately, that if Katie is to stand a chance, she has to be stronger than both you and me combined." "Yep. I have an idea for something we can do right now, to see if Katie has reached that level yet," Jessie says. "Let's have her take both of us on!" "What, right now?" "No, silly, we've just had lunch. After an hour or so!" "Hey this is unfair," I protest. "My legs are sore! I've just had a heavy workout!" "You said it yourself, Sis, you've got to train yourself to battle even in the most unfair situations," Jessie reminded me. I grumble a bit, but am forced to agree. "Ok, but how're we going to do this 2 on 1?" I ask. We quickly settle on the format: for arm wrestling, they will each take an arm, Penny my left and Jessie my right. I'll have to beat them both to be considered the winner for this. Then, for wrestling, we decide to try a tag system. Penny and Jessie will be a team, and I'll take them on one at a time, while the other sits on top of a couch (as we wrestle on the living room floor). They can tag each other in this way, and every time a tag is made we will have to break off, and restart from a neutral position. It will continue until I can make both of them submit to me, one after the other. Then, finally, a sexfight – Penny and I will engage directly in a sexfight, while Jessie assists Penny, either by doing things to me to hasten my orgasm, or by doing things to Penny to achieve the opposite. We lounge around a bit, just chatting in general, until about an hour has passed. Then Jessie stands up, and goes to the dining table, stripping off her shirt and bra. "Come on Sis, time to show us what you got." Penny and I follow her, Penny going topless as well. I sit at the table opposite them, and flex my arms, letting them feel my solid arm muscles. I feel pleased as they compliment me on how much progress I've made, but now I'm going to really put them to the test. I hold out my arms to either side, making it look like I'm doing a double bicep pose with elbows propped on the table. Penny takes my left hand and Jessie my right. They nod at each other, and then wordlessly begin to pull at my arms, taking me slightly by surprise, as I was waiting for a standard countdown. "Hey..." But I have no chance to say anything more as they begin pulling with all their strength, making both my arms go down quite a bit. We sit there straining for a long time. I'm flexing both arms as hard as I can, I imagine my upper body muscles must be all strained and flexed impressively right now. My pert breasts are propped up on the table as I lean forward, bracing my body. Slowly, I pull them both back upright, sucking in big breaths through my clenched teeth. Their faces are also showing the strain and effort. It feels like a minute or so has passed, and I've just pulled them both firmly upright, our arms shaking a little but holding steady. I bow my head, take in a huge breath, and begin pressing inwards with every ounce of my strength. Penny and Jessie look almost comical as they struggle and flail, trying to resist my arm strength as I power their arms closer together in the centre of the table. But it's taking a lot out of me... having to withstand both their combined strength at once, even if it's arm by arm. My progress slows, and then stops, with the two of them struggling a few inches from defeat, but managing to hold me off for the moment. Now comes the battle of attrition, the test of not just muscular strength, but willpower. Grimly they both hang in there, refusing to let their arms go down, knowing that at this point they still have a slight chance. I look from side to side, at their flexing bodies, wondering if I can win this round. In my mind, I see Ryoko's face once again, and I imagine her taunting me... no, now I'm imagining her as my opponent, in a test of strength... she's pushing my hands back, as she's done quite a few times already by now... "Nnnnnnnnnggggg!" I grunt suddenly, almost growling. I channel every bit of energy I can through my shoulders and arms, imagining that I'm struggling chest to chest against Ryoko. Penny's arm trembles for a few moments, then collapses, letting me slam her hand down. I hold her hand there as I turn my attention to my sister. She manages to hold out against me for a good half a minute more, but eventually her strength fails and I press her to the table. I've won this 2 on 1 arm wrestling match! Penny and Jessie both congratulate me warmly as we sit back breathlessly, our sweat-beaded chests heaving. I look across the table at them, and feel a surge of gratitude. They're so loyal and so willing to help me out, they put in every ounce of their effort to make me stronger and better. I resolve once again not to let them down. I have to beat that Ryoko. "Ok, so, how exactly are we going to do this again?" I ask, as we get up and prepare to wrestle in the living room. Jessie responds by plopping herself up on the couch, and gestures. "You go first, Penny, hostess privilege," she laughs. Penny makes a face as she squares off against me, while Jessie reclines and watches. All 3 of us are in boy shorts, comfortable and loose, with nothing underneath. I swing my arms back and forth, feeling the muscle tension in them – fatigue from today's workout, and from the arm wrestling match I just won. My legs, too, are starting to complain, from the squats I did today. This is going to be tough, I reflect. Penny advances cautiously, holding out her hands, inviting me to a strength test. I decide to accept, and lace my fingers with hers. To my utter shock, suddenly she steps in and gives me a knee to my belly! Still clutching her hands, I fold over, sinking to my knees, coughing and gagging. "Sorry Katie," Penny says, "but Ryoko's not going to fight fair!" So saying she twists down hard on my wrists, making me cry out with the pain. She's right though... this would be right up Ryoko's alley. I muster every bit of willpower I have, and push up with my trembling arms. Penny doesn't try any more cheating tricks, but instead chooses to match me muscle for muscle. Apparently I am still strong enough to beat her, however, as I am able to rise painfully to my feet, pushing her arms back slowly but surely, until we are once more even and facing each other, breathing heavily. With a twist I break the fingerlock, and try to tussle Penny into a headlock. I force her head down against my side, but she staggers around throwing me off-balance. Before I can stop her, she's staggered over to where Jessie is sitting on the couch, leaning forward and extending her hand. Penny slaps Jessie's hand, making the tag, which means I have to release her. "Good one Katie," Penny says, rubbing her neck as she climbs up onto the couch, while Jessie takes her position opposite me. "Come on, Jessie! Sister against sister! This should be good," she giggles. Staring into each other's eyes we lock up in another test of strength, as Penny says sister against sister. We both brace our legs firmly and lean into each other, our arms held high, our foreheads almost touching. We're almost dead even. I'm sure now that normally I would be able to beat Jessie, but with the fatigue, and the damage Penny inflicted, she's just barely able to hold me off. Penny watches, eyes rapt, as she drinks in the sight of Jessie and me straining against each other in this tableau of conflict. I feel her straining to her max against me. Our breasts come together, gradually touching, but to our minds this contact is secondary to the contest of muscle we are engaging in. My body is aching with fatigue all over. This must be their strategy, to try and wear me down using the stamina of both of them against my own depleted energy reserves. "Grarghh!" I snarl, and put forth a sudden burst of strength, trying to put an end to their tactic. Jessie and I careen around wildly for a few moments. Then I manage to free my arms, and snap a headlock around her, forcing her to bend double. Again, I go for the headlock takedown, this time prepared for Jessie's maneuver of moving towards Penny to tag her in. I manage to get between her and Penny's outstretched hand, preventing the tag, as I quickly convert the headlock to a front chancery, switching arms to secure Jessie's neck. Now Jessie and I strain against each other like pit bulls, pushing directly against each other. My sore thighs are aching with the effort, and she knows it. Inch by inch, she forces me back, and reaches out a hand to tag Penny behind me. In desperation I release one of my hands, leaving the other to maintain the chancery, and grab her wrist, just in time to prevent the tag. For a few long moments I hold her arm in place, just a mere inch away from Penny's fingers. Penny is kneeling on the edge of the couch, reaching forward as far as she can, but Jessie still can't reach her. Then my legs start to tremble, and slowly give way. With a push, Jessie muscles me back, and slaps Penny's hand convincingly for the tag. Groaning, I release my sister and prepare to face a rested Penny. Once again she steps forward raising her hands. They must intend to keep wearing me down until I can no longer beat them in a strength test. Well, it will take a lot more than this to beat me! I accept the unspoken challenge without hesitation, and again adopt a firm stance, pushing against Penny with all my might. This time I can feel the fatigue really starting to tell on me. My arms and shoulders are really aching now, and the sweat is just flowing freely all over my face and body. Penny's lithe but strong arms strain, her muscles popping out sharply, seemingly no match for my larger ones, but still allowing her to hold me to a standstill. "Come on Penny, do it! Beat her! Push her down!" Jessie urges. I am managing to prevent Penny from gaining an advantage, at least, but I am getting really tired. I can't go on like this for much longer. A few more tags, and I think they will have me. Flexing with all my might, I bring our arms down from their upraised position, to the side, then further down below our shoulder level. Penny matches me all the way, thinking perhaps that I am simply changing the strength test a bit, to make it more of a mercy test, with our palms supinated. Now we are in the classic strength test position, our arms out and down at approximately a 45 degree angle, our biceps bulging in this posture. But I am not intending to drag this out much longer at all. With a sudden wrench on her hands, I make her think I am going for the fingerlock submission. As she shifts her arms further in to resist my pressure, I suddenly jerk my fingers free. Quick as a flash, I have my arms clamped firmly around her forearms and waist. I see her eyes widen as she realizes she's fallen for my trick, and now I have her in a full frontal bearhug, with her arms pinned. She struggles valiantly and frantically to get out of the hold, but I am equal to the task of keeping the bearhug locked in. I grab on to my wrists firmly behind her back, and apply a few good jerking squeezes. Then with a heave, I hoist her up off her feet, supporting her weight with my trunk and legs. They tremble, but my core and my leg muscles hold. Now Penny is thrashing about, running out of air and energy. I grit my teeth, close my mind off to my muscle fatigue, and focus on just squeezing, and standing firm, with everything I have. It seems an eternity, but in reality it's just a few minutes, when finally Penny cries out her submission weakly. I let her down, releasing her from the bearhug. As she steps away, holding her sides and catching her breath, I cannot resist my vain impulse and flex my arms powerfully in a show of strength. But Jessie has already gotten up off the couch, and quickly she dives in deep, beneath my guard, and has her arms wrapped around my pelvis and thighs. Her takedown works, and I tumble down onto the floor. Jessie keeps a good hold on my legs, preventing me from moving. I make a grab for her arms, but can grab only a handful of her solid shoulder muscle. Jessie shifts upwards, moving to mount me, but also letting me free my legs. Quickly I snap them around her waist, in an MMA guard position, as our flailing hands somehow come together and we lock fingers again. She clambers on top of me, my legs temporarily too tired to maneuver her body back or to the side, and tries to pin me down. Her breasts rub against mine as she tries to use her body weight to keep me down. "New rule," she gasps. "10 count pin... wins..." "No fair!" I exclaim, panting and wheezing, but then I realize, of course it's unfair. They're doing their best to simulate whatever Ryoko has been doing to me, and will do to me. With her weight and position advantage, it's not hard at all for my sister to pin my hands down to the sides. Penny kneels down beside us and begins to count, slapping the floor. "1... 2..." I manage to twist and raise my shoulder off the floor, making her break the count, but Jessie forces it back down again almost immediately. She wriggles further upwards, until I find my legs are too tired to maintain the guard lock around her waist, and I let them fall to the floor. Now she is pinning me the entire length of my body. Penny starts counting again. "1... 2... 3... 4..." Almost sobbing with the sheer fatigue washing over me, I flex my entire upper body as if I were doing a bench press. My chest muscles flex starkly, making my breasts appear to jut out to the sides. Jessie's eyes open wide as I practically bench press her upper body weight upwards, my shaking arms holding our hands off the floor a good distance. But I can't hold out forever like this... I have to fight smarter. Jessie rears up, almost like a horse, and with a loud cry gives a surge of muscular effort, pressing down as hard as she can. Her strength comes crashing down on me like a tidal wave, and my fatigued muscles give way. As quickly as I can, even as my hands slam against the floor, my legs jerk up again and latch around her waist. With a hard twist of my abs, Jessie is forced to the side – at last I've broken the pin. And now, I'm even in an advantageous position, having locked in a side scissors. Our hands are securely laced together, neither of us relinquishing our grasp, so now it's down to my leg scissors squeezing a submission out of her. "You know what, Sis?" Jessie gasps, wheezing with every breath. "I don't think... you've got anything... left in your tank... your legs... aren't strong enough... I can... outlast you..." "Let's see about that," I reply, and take the biggest breath I can, and squeeze with my thighs, as if I were trying to crush a watermelon in between them. Jessie's back arches and she keens softly with the pain, but she flexes her abs hard to resist. It's been more than a minute now, I can hardly keep track anymore. I'm sweating profusely all over, my legs muscles are twitching and shaking, protesting the effort I'm forcing them to keep putting forth. Jessie too has started spasming around within the fleshy prison of my legs, in the throes of breathless agony. Right now both of us are just going on sheer willpower, clashing in a battle of wills. It's no good... she's right, I really don't have anything left... my legs feel like they're about to fall off... any moment now I will have to release the hold, admitting defeat. I have nothing left, so after this last-ditch effort of mine fails, she will probably gain the upper hand. "Sub... mit..." I hear her whisper. At the same time her fingers go limp, and she no longer puts any force into her arms. She opens her eyes, and turns to me. "I... give..." I just give a long sob of relief as I relax all over, letting my muscles finally rest. Oh I am so tired... I could just lie down here forever. I've just won but I don't even feel as though I've won, I'm completely exhausted. After we've all had time to recover from the fatigue, Penny and Jessie praise me once again, saying that I've really come into my own now, having proven my muscular superiority over both of them combined. I smile at them gratefully, and tell them that it's only possible because of everything they've ever done for me. Katie's Muscle Journey 006 "There's just one more thing left, right now," Penny says, her eyes glinting as she strips off her boy shorts and kneels before me, hands on hips, her legs open wide. I strip off my shorts too, and adopt the same pose, kneeling face to face with her. She really is very graceful and sexy in her own way... extremely slender, like a dancer. Both of us reach slowly for the other, and soon we have melted into an embrace and a kiss. It seems we're going to start this sexfight the soft way. Jessie moves behind me, and I can feel her hands running up and down my back, making me shiver with the contact. Penny and I begin to fondle each other's breasts, running our thumbs over each other's stiff nipples. Combined with Jessie running her fingers over my back – she knows my back is sensitive to such a touch – it is enough to make me arch my back and hiss with pleasure. Penny reaches down first to my crotch, using two fingers to tease open my labia. I follow suit, and we discover that I am wetter and more open than she is. Her eyes gleam with triumph as she begins to rub me in between my vaginal lips, feeling my juice on her fingers, while her other hand cups the back of my head. I copy her pose, but then Jessie moves her hands to my front and continues working over my breasts and nipples. "I'm winning," Penny whispers huskily to me, as our sex battle continues. She uses my own juice now to lubricate her fingers as she rubs my swelling clitoris, making me moan involuntarily. I try to do the same, but it's a bit slower with her, since she is less wet. I have to either outlast her by sheer force of will, or do something somehow to gain the lead and tip her over the edge... It's getting increasingly harder to think of a new strategy though, with Jessie now tweaking my nipples, giving me exquisite pain and pleasure combined, and Penny skillfully working my clitoris, while I only have my own pair of hands. A sense of grim determination rises within me. This really is like what Ryoko does to me... just like last week, in fact, when we had another sexfight, and she kept asking Jim to do extra things to me, sending me over the edge as expected, while she then proceeded to claim her prize in front of me as she always does. I must somehow resist this sort of thing... I must find the will, the strength... to control my own body... "I will not cum," I grate, and I stop cupping Penny's head, instead flexing that arm, while my right arm continues rubbing away at Penny's pussy. Penny turns her head to look at my flexed bicep, and moans, with a tremor running suddenly through her body. At the same time, my probing fingers detect a fresh rush of juice in her vagina. It seems she is turned on by the sight of my flexed muscle... Still we continue our unfair battle, with Jessie doing her best with my breasts to complement Penny's efforts. They are very, very skilled... and my tired body can't resist as well as I usually can... I feel so, so good at what they're doing, and I know I'm very close to cumming. But I flex my arm a bit harder, and remember that I am doing this to train to beat Ryoko. Somehow, I am able to stave off the throes of orgasm. "Jess... help..." Penny gasps. Her pussy is flowing freely now, giving me plenty of lubricant to work her clitoris with. Jessie stops her work on my nipples, and goes over instead to Penny. She begins pinching Penny's breasts and nipples, trying to use the pain to help Penny hold off on her orgasm. Penny sucks in deep shuddering breaths between her lips, trying to steady her breathing and control the shakes and spasms of her body. With Jessie occupied in this way, I have some respite from the nipple stimulation, but Penny already has me quite close to the edge. "Ok... enough... I can hold it... make her cum..." Penny gasps, staring deep into my eyes. I lock gazes with her, both of us silently willing the other to cum first. We're breathing and moaning very loudly. Jessie has come back behind me and she's helping to rub my nipples again. On a sudden impulse I bring my flexed up arm to Penny's face, despite the fact that I'm putting myself at a disadvantage with only one hand to their four. Penny gives a low moan, then bends her head to kiss my bicep – and suddenly, at the same time, she stiffens and jerks! Could this be... Yes, it is! She's cumming, just like that... flowing out all over my rubbing fingers, into my cupped palm, while I am still just on the verge, barely resisting. She's cum long enough now that we've established I'm the winner. I bring my hand up to my mouth, and lick them clean slowly, holding Penny's gaze, and then flex that arm as well, before I finally allow myself to cum. The sweet, sweet release... somehow made better by the fact that it's my sister bringing me to it right now, not to mention my best friend as well... I'm finally done cumming. I think, even though Penny came first, mine was bigger and longer. We're lying down together, with them to either side of me, just cuddling and stroking each other. "You're so amazing, Katie..." Penny murmurs. "You got me with your flexing... I didn't even know myself that I would be so turned on by that..." "Mm... you were very, very close to beating me, the both of you," I reply. "It's clear now though, you're the strongest woman in this room right now," Jessie says, sounding happy. "It's almost time for you to take back your pride!" "Yes... starting with that fat bitch Michelle," I decide. "Give her a call, and tell her I want a rematch. Same place as before. I'll beat her in front of a crowd, let her have a taste of her own medicine!" Katie's Muscle Journey 007 It has been 5 weeks since I last fought Michelle, and last week, I managed to outmuscle, outwrestle and outfuck the tag team of my sister Jessie and my best friend Penny. I've been doing a powerlifting-based training routine ever since I lost in such a humiliating way to Michelle, figuring I needed to acquire some real strength very quickly. I've modeled myself after the Cross-Fit athletes, and though I am not really at that level yet, I think I've made amazing progress in strength and muscle gain. But it's still not enough. Last night, when I came home, Ryoko and Jim were out, probably having dinner somewhere. I ate my dinner in relief, but it felt a bit strange with the house so silent. Later that night they came back as well, and Ryoko entered carrying Jim across the threshold, in a show of strength that he definitely looked like he was enjoying. I felt a pang as I remembered how on one occasion I had done just that, and how much both he and I had been turned on by that. Ryoko sneered as usual when she saw me, but there was something different in the glint of her eyes. If I don't deceive myself, I think she was getting a bit apprehensive of the progress I was making, perhaps wondering if I was at last a match for her. I think that is why she did what she did next, she put Jim down rather unceremoniously, almost dumping him aside, and walked up to me, casually stripping off her blouse and bra as she did so. I silently took off my baby tee as well – as usual I had not bothered to wear a bra underneath at home. We stood watching each other for a few seconds, then she raised her arms and flexed, challenging me to an impromptu posedown. I flexed back at her and we held our pose for a while, our eyes appraising each other's physiques. It was close, closer than it had ever been, but in the end I had to admit, she was still stronger-looking. She read my thoughts in my look of resignation, and mirrored it with an expression of triumph, before proceeding to lock the collar of my slavery around my neck, as she did every night whenever I was home. All I could think of was how hard I would train in order to finally come out from under her shadow, as I knelt on the bed listening to them fuck in the shower, and then later watched them as Ryoko rode Jim to another shuddering, exhausting climax, looking me straight in the eyes the whole time, as if it was me she was riding. Now I am waiting in the gym where we train, the three of us, and where Michelle had humiliated me on the previous occasion. The owner of the gym never had the intention to run a family-friendly outfit, it seemed, and had no trouble at all agreeing to the topless rematch. In fact, he even promoted it to his clientele, which probably explains why there are so many men – and even some women – seated around the space cleared for us, with mats laid out. They all have such lustful looks on their faces, as if they were spectators at an Ultimate Surrender event. Wait, the gym owner is coming out to the middle of the designated wrestling area. He's holding a – yes, of course he would be... a strap-on. "Alright, good ladies and gents, you ready for this?" The responding cheer is very enthusiastic. I'm sitting down on one side of the mat, the audience is arrayed all around with a few spaces for walking. Matt, the owner, is an extremely brawny guy. He would have to be I guess, to do what he does. Now he raises the strap-on. "Let's make things a little more interesting! Yeah? Katie, over here, how would you like to have your revenge on your opponent – with a good hard fucking in the ass afterwards!" The crowd is chanting for me to say yes. Penny and Jessie look at me anxiously, their eyes telling me silently that if I agree to this, the stakes for losing would be very high indeed. But I can hardly refuse, with the setting as it is. Looks like this is going to be an Ultimate Surrender night, then. I look at Matt, and give a curt nod. The crowd goes wild. And then the people all go wild again, for the entrance of Michelle. I wonder why she bothered to make a dramatic entrance like this, she even has a robe on, my goodness, like this is some kind of sponsored MMA or boxing event. I'm already topless, clad only in some very tight spandex training shorts, with no panties underneath. She walks up to the middle of the ring, nods at Matt, and with a grand gesture flings the robe off her shoulders. She looks just as she always does – chunky, with some vague shape of muscles beneath. However, she does look like she's been training somewhat hard for this match. Her body shows just a little more muscle definition than before. She is attired similarly to me. Still, she looks a formidable opponent, as she strides around posing and preening. I rise to my feet, and give a final reassuring nod to Jessie and Penny, trying to disguise the slight nervousness I feel – this really is the first time I voluntarily wrestled topless in front of such a sizeable crowd, and for such high personal stakes. We face each other in the middle of the floor, as Matt steps back to give us room. He wasn't asked to be the referee or anything, but all the same he's hovering around as if he's getting ready to be. "I'm going to make it clear once and for all who the better woman is, by taking you hard in the ass after I win again," Michelle says. "The hell you will, lard tub," I reply heatedly. "I'll be the one pounding that fat wobbly ass of yours." Michelle's face contorts with anger and she suddenly lunges at me. But I'm ready for her, because I deliberately said that to provoke just such a reaction. I absorb the force of her lunge as we collide, but it still staggers me a bit as I try to lock a headlock around her neck, attempting to use her reckless force against her. She counters my efforts, twisting out and grabbing my hands to stop me. Our hands meet and we lock fingers eagerly. It seems she is just as eager to have a test of strength as I am. Our arm and shoulder muscles flex as we raise our arms high, pressing our breasts together, but I barely feel any sexual thrill from that at the moment. I am only focused on outmuscling her right now, in front of all the cheering spectators. We move back and forth for a long while, however, neither of us able to clearly dominate, until at last with a growl of frustration we both break off the test and back off, dropping into a crouch. We are circling each other, probing for any weak points, finding none. Slowly, she goes down almost to her knees, almost as if she were doing American collegiate wrestling of some kind where that sort of position is a valid defensive one. I stay a cautious distance away from her – from that position, a low lunge powered by her sheer size and weight could hit me hard in the abdomen and be a very effective takedown. But it seems that's not what she has in mind. She bends down even lower, and now she props her right elbow up. She's challenging me to an arm wrestle! "Come on!" "Wrestle!" "We want some action!" comes some disgruntled calls, which Michelle ignores, looking up at me, her eyes issuing a clear silent challenge. I slowly get down, still wary for a sudden change in her posture that would mean a trick of some kind, and imitate her pose, slowly bringing my hand in and hooking my thumb with her. It seems she's sincere about wanting to have a strength test. Fine – I'll oblige her! We begin to arm wrestle, holding back a little, testing each other's limits. Then she begins to ramp up her force, her arm bulging noticeably despite the flab. My much more defined arm starts peaking too as I match her muscle for muscle, until both of our arms start trembling from the strength channeled through them. I am starting to gain an advantage, though. I can hear the crowd, some of them are chanting my name, but it sounds as if the chants for Michelle are louder and shriller. I risk a quick turn of my head to take a look. Yep, there they are – a group of rather plus-sized women, screaming at Michelle to "take the vain muscle bitch down". I wonder vaguely if they know Ryoko, and if they apply a double-standard where she's concerned. A few more moments, and it's clear her arm is beginning to lose to mine. She grunts angrily and suddenly leans in even more at an angle, applying her body weight to turn the tide. Damn, it's working... she's pulled me the other way, and now I'm going down slowly but steadily, my bicep on fire as I strain against both her strength and her weight. "Aaargh..." I cry out, contorting my face with effort, as I try to shift my body weight too to counter her. I do not want to lose even in this ego battle. Every symbolic victory either of us earn right now is as significant as a real advantage. Besides, the winner of this arm wrestling match actually will gain the initiative when we continue wrestling from this position. My arm is bent now at an uncomfortable 45 degree angle, halfway down. I can see my bicep popping out like a tennis ball, and while even I have to say it's an impressive sight, I cannot sustain this for long. The bicep is such a relatively small muscle after all and I am now trying to virtually curl Michelle's upper body weight, compounded by her muscular strength. I refuse to give up, grimly hanging in there, continuing to flex with all my might, and somehow, I manage to stop her from gaining anymore, despite her bending almost to the mat, clearly trying to use body weight to win this one. Cries of "Cheater!" come from my supporters, and I can make out Penny and Jessie's voices among them. I try jerking against her a few times, to regain some lost ground. Surprisingly, it works – my desperate efforts actually move my arm back up a fraction of an inch. She looks up at me, and there is a smouldering anger in her eyes. I match her glare for glare, willing myself not to give up, refusing to let my arm go down, boosting my arm strength with as much willpower as I can muster. We're both looking very strained now, and beads of sweat are starting to pop out on both our foreheads. Her breathing is getting more labored. I think I have it – it has surely been a long time since her dragon-boating days. Her cardiovascular fitness can't be very good with her physique the way it is, with how she's let herself go. I can outlast her. I have to... The seconds go past with agonizing slowness. The burning is spreading, from my forearms and biceps, up to my shoulders. Michelle is looking as if she is trying to crush a rock with her bare hands. I must be looking the same right now. Our heads move closer and closer together, until we bump foreheads. Now we're pressing foreheads, and I can feel her skin slick with sweat. Almost nose to nose, we can feel and smell each other's breath, as she tries with every fibre of her being to press my arm down, and I struggle with every ounce of my will to prevent that. How can she be lasting this long? My arm feels so tired, so painful. Her stamina is better than I'd thought. Have I underestimated her? Should I start thinking about how to counter her next wrestling move, if she wins? No! I will not lose! I... must... not... lose! Yes... yes...! I can finally feel it... she's starting to flag a bit... I can curl her up a bit more... I can do it... come on Katie... do it for Jessie, do it for Penny... they believe in me... pain is not real...pain is not real... I can fight through this... fight through this... Her arm is giving out! Finally, even with her body weight, I am pulling her up! This close, I can see the frustration on her face, I can feel it emanating from her, it's in the tears starting to come out from the corners of her eyes as she strains and strains, wheezing and sucking in air in big desperate gulps through her wide open mouth. My heart pounds and my vision swims too, but I can last... I can last! Now I have forced her over the top! I'm riding her down now... her arm is trying to put up some last bit of resistance, but I am just stronger! With authority, I slam her hand flat down on the mat! Immediately I make my move, keeping her arm pinned there, and collar her with my left arm, acquiring an advantageous position. With her arm pinned, there is not much she can do against me. I bring pressure to bear down on her neck, forcing her to bend down, her head almost touching the mat, her legs flailing behind as she struggles to find a vertical base. I clamber swiftly over her body, subduing her legs with mine, pressing my belly against her back, preventing her from getting upright, while my left arm snakes across her neck preparing to squeeze. I try to bring my right arm around to help apply the squeeze, but I find I have to rest it, it's too sore. Michelle is similarly affected, I think, her trembling right arm unable to bear her considerable weight, especially with me on top of her. She has to try and keep herself off the mat with her left arm, which leaves me free rein to apply a sleeper hold with my left arm alone. If I can cut off her air supply, and tire her even more, this match is in the bag for me. I won't even have to apply any fancy holds, I just have to crush her with plain muscle. Good. I would like that very much indeed. She's trying to rise, her lower back arching, her left arm pushing her up off the mat. Damn, she is still quite strong. My left arm chokehold is clearly not having as much effect on her as I'd like, even though sleeperholds are usually extremely potent. It must be the layer of fat cushioning her neck muscle, which reduces the force I can apply to her windpipe. She's got herself on her knees now, with me still behind her, her left arm scrabbling at mine, unable to get a good hold on it to fight out of the choke. Still letting my right arm dangle to rest the muscle, I shift a bit to gain a better position for leverage. Suddenly her right elbow comes flashing backwards and up, driving right into my breast. I'm on the ground suddenly... my right breast hurts like hell. I'm clutching at it, crying out in pain. Through the tears in my eyes I can see Michelle slowly recovering, still bent over double on her knees, catching her breath and rubbing her neck. Holding my breast and kneading it gingerly, I try to rise before her. At least the initial shock is fading... but damn does it still hurt... We both stagger to our feet at almost the same time. I'm just a split second too slow to react – she lunges straight at me, spearing me in the abdomen, just as I had feared she would from the beginning. With her powerful thighs pushing her off, and the sheer mass and momentum she generates with this move, it knocks the wind quite out of me. I'm flat on my back now. She has me pinned, grabbing my hands and lacing fingers with me, keeping me down. Taking advantage of my stunned state she traps my legs in a grapevine, trying to stretch them. Fortunately I am in fact much more flexible than she is, so the grapevine is not actually hurting very much, but she has me in a secure pin. This is terrible. I have to fight out of this. With me pinned and winded, she can do a lot of damage to me in a variety of ways. I flex my arms, trying to twist out of her grasp, but to my horror I realize I am too fatigued and stunned to do it. She looks down at me, huffing and puffing, beads of her sweat forming on the tip of her nose and dripping down onto my face. "So you wanted... to take away... my air... huh..." she gasps, the gasping making her scratchy, hoarse voice even worse-sounding than usual. "Let me show you... how a real woman... does that," she continues, and she moves her body up, her large melons dangling right above my face. Oh, no... she is going to try for a breast smother! And with pendulous huge breasts like hers, it's actually possible for her to do it! I am in real trouble. I have to get out somehow, but she has my arms and legs pinned securely, and I can't bridge out of this. Desperately I gulp in a large mouthful of air, just before the fleshy prison closes around my face, plunging me into darkness. Her breasts are enough to dampen the sound reaching my ears too. The loud raucous cries of the crowd are like a dim roar in the distance. What I hear clearly is the chaotic sound of both my and Michelle's heartbeats. I turn my face side to side, but there is no opening whatsoever. In wild desperation, as my heart thuds and my lungs start to protest, I open my mouth to bite, but there is no purchase for my teeth. I'm thrashing and jerking around, I can only imagine what I look like from the outside, but I am surely that right now I look a sure loser. With Michelle's huge bulk on top of me, and me completely unable to shake her off, the audience must be fully expecting that most rare – and most utterly humiliating – of victories in female versus female wrestling matches: the breast smother KO. Suddenly I feel a huge hammering force on my abdomen, as if a large lump of clay has just hit me there with full impact. Michelle has just bridged up and brought her large bulky body down right on my belly, driving even more air out of my tortured lungs. The air is escaping through the very small spaces in between her breast flesh and my head, which is not enough to let in the fresh air I so desperately need... I don't want to lose... especially not like this... I don't want to be fucked by her in front of everyone, after a breast smother victory... How can I fight this...? How can I turn this around... I'm running out of air... There is only one thing I can do... as hopeless as it may seem... I have to push her off me with sheer muscle power alone. There is no trick or technique I can try. There is no other way to stop me from suffocating. I have to push her off me. It's do or die. I gather what fading strength I have left. I can feel my arms shaking as I try to bring them in closer. With our arms closer together, if I keep them there, I can press her upwards better. Otherwise, with our arms splayed out wide, the natural give in her shoulders will allow her to keep her breasts pressed to my face no matter how much I manage to force her arms up. She seems to realize what I am doing, or perhaps she is just resisting whatever muscular effort I am putting forth. She is pushing outwards, blocking my efforts. My heart is pounding, my lungs are bursting. I don't have much air, or time, left. Somehow, somehow, I am doing it, bringing our hands closer in together, almost aligned with our shoulders. What an effort this is costing me. My arms have never been so strained before in my life. I'm full of adrenalin now – my body's response to the fact that right now I am "dying". The lack of air is giving me a burst of desperate strength – but it cannot last for long. I have to do this... I have to... I'm pushing, pushing... she's not budging... she's not budging! She's so heavy... and she's so strong, she has all the air she needs, fuelling her muscles, her large lumpy arms... my strong, shapely, sculpted arms are running on empty. I can feel my burst of strength beginning to fade. I can barely feel or think anymore... blacking out... I must give... one last... push... Air! Sweet, sweet air! I can think of nothing else right this moment. My arms are shaking to either side of me, Michelle is yowling with sheer frustration and anger, but I am just sucking in the musty, sweaty air in big wheezing gulps, my lungs aching. I am getting stronger and stronger with each moment I have to breathe. Michelle tries lowering her breasts a bit more to smother me again, but I push her just a bit higher above me, supporting her weight, while turning my head away. I've done it. My seemingly impossible attempt succeeded. I've muscled my way out of her breast smother, her ultimate expression of her female power. From now on, I know in my heart, that between Michelle and myself I am undeniably the stronger woman. Katie's Muscle Journey 007 I am able to wriggle my legs out of the grapevine, which she is not bothering to lock in anymore. Her mistake – I wrap my thighs around her waist. She thrashes around but I've locked my ankles. I shift to the side, escaping finally from her pin, but still holding her hands. She is now facedown on the mat, trapped in my leg scissors. Wasting no time, my head still swimming from the oxygen deprivation, I trap her left arm underneath my body. Then I pull her head up by the hair, and place my left arm underneath. I see Michelle's tear- and sweat-streaked face. She looks beaten – as she shortly will be. Looking her in the eye, I say slowly and softly, "Well, Michelle? You pulled off your best moves on me. But you just couldn't do it. You could not break me. You can never break me. "And now..." I say, as I curl my left arm up slowly into a bicep flex right under her neck, "I will show you what a real woman's strength is all about..." My right hand is planted on the back of her head, forcing her neck onto my flexed bicep. She has reached over with her right hand which is still free, and has grabbed my left wrist, trying to pull my arm out so I can't flex my bicep fully. But the bicep flexing is not really even necessary, since her neck is forced against the cord of my arm muscles regardless. Still, it is a matter of pride – as, in fact, everything lately is, with me. I am expending a lot of energy, flexing my left arm up just in a show of muscular strength, while my legs remain clamped securely around her lardy belly, the rolls of fat shifting underneath my hard strong thighs. My legs are fresh in this contest – I am squeezing with full force, with as much power as my remaining stamina and endurance allow me. It seems like a long time, but in actual fact it is perhaps only a few minutes. Michelle's struggles gradually fade, then stop. Her body slumps, and I can feel the resistance in her abdomen just melt away. Her hand flutters... she is tapping, feebly. Matt crouches down, to check on her. Her face is perched right on my fully flexed bicep as he checks her eyelids, then starts pushing at me, shouting at me to release her because she's out. I let my body relax, and just lie flat on the mat, listening dreamily to the cheers of the crowd. I can't hear any detractors, or am I just too dazed to discern cheering from catcalls? Regardless, I am filled with triumph, and none of those people could possibly take this away from me right now. It has been far, far too long since I last won a victory like this. In fact, this is the first time in my life, ever, that I've ever won such a match, with such stakes on the line. With all the constant defeat at Ryoko's hands... with the long months of humiliation, not just from her but also, yes, also from losing to my sister and best friend, not to mention Michelle whom I just defeated... I had almost gotten used to the taste of defeat and shame. I needed this victory so badly. And now, through sheer effort and will, I have it. I've done it. I'm strong. I have the heart. I'm a winner. Knowing I have to do this, I get up slowly. Michelle is just coming round, and she's lying on her back, her fat wobbling in time to her labored breathing. Her eyelids flutter and she opens her eyes, to see me looming over her. With a measured deliberation, I raise my foot and plant it right smack on one of her breasts, pressing it down firmly. She clutches at my ankle and tries to push me off, but she is still too weak. As she lies there keening faintly with the pain and discomfort, I raise my head to face the crowd, and flex my arms in a victory pose. And now I enjoy another first... the first time I am cumming, without even touching myself. They can all see it, but I don't care. I can see Jessie and Penny with their hands to their mouths, half-shocked and half-thrilled, to see me standing here in my victory flex, shaking all over, very clearly losing control of my muscles and having an orgasm. What an orgasm... the first of its kind I have ever experienced. What a wonderful day this is. And now Matt is handing me the dildo as I step back from Michelle. This is almost an afterthought at this point, but I look down at Michelle's cowering form, and the urge takes me over. Vicariously, as I force Michelle to adopt a doggy stance while I fuck her flabby pussy from behind, I am fucking Ryoko. This is my first ever victory fuck, and I am pleased it is over this bitchy Michelle, but with every thrust, with every humping motion, I am imagining that it is Ryoko's body underneath me, Ryoko's back muscles rippling as I conquer her body, Ryoko that is crying out with the punishment, Ryoko whose body is now shaking, involuntarily, with an orgasm that I am imposing on her, forcing her to have, making her body mine... And to put extra icing on the cake, here comes Matt, with his pants down, and his huge cock erect. I guess it's not always true that bodybuilders have small penises because of the steroids they take! Or he's just naturally blessed. In any case it's an 8 inch monster. He's forcing it into Michelle's mouth. He doesn't seem worried that she might bite or something. Well, now he seems to be enjoying the blowjob so I think Michelle is being nice and obedient. Finally I stand up, having had my fill of fucking Michelle from behind doggy-style. Jessie and Penny come up to me and hold up my arms in the air on either side of me, and we do a victory parade, while Michelle curls up in shame and defeat at my feet. Katie's Muscle Journey 008 "So you think you're hot stuff now, huh?" Ryoko sounds snide and sarcastic as she says this, standing in the living room with her hands on her hips, and I know that she's referring to the match I had with Michelle last week. Jim is sitting on the couch, with his pants down -- I'm not even surprised anymore, the man is a shadow of his former self, he's practically a sex slave to Ryoko now -- and has a guilty look on his face. He's also staring at me with a peculiar expression, one that I haven't seen directed at me in a long time. It takes me a few seconds, as I slowly put down my bag, to place it: it's the look he used to give me when he adored my muscular body. I turn to look at the television screen, hooked up to a laptop, and there it is: video footage of the match with Michelle and me. Who had taken it? Amazing how fast these things get around nowadays. But there must be plenty of scenes depicting me being victorious over her, triumphing over Michelle with my strength and skill and sheer grit. Right now the screen is paused at the scene of me with my foot in Michelle's breast, flexing powerfully. "Well, no wonder you look like a sour prune, Ryoko," I say, unable to resist a slight smirk coming across my face. "You made friends with a loser." "Where have you been this last week?" she snaps. "You're not supposed to go about freely, you're my collared slave." "The hell I am," I snarl back, baring my teeth. I've been celebrating my victory over Michelle with a short "holiday" this past week, actually -- Penny and Jessie took leave and the three of us went for an all-girl trip to the next town. It has been a good recuperation period for me, allowing my body to repair itself really well. I was just about due for such a break from my training, anyway. Anyone who does serious weight training knows such breaks are part and parcel of building a stronger body. "Oh, you want to challenge now, huh? You think you're ready after one piddling win over a fat overweight husky bitch? You're still pathetic, Katie," she steps towards me, stripping off her top as she speaks, "and I'm going to have to show you once again." I say nothing but strip off my top too. Now I'm just wearing a pair of jeans, while she's wearing a short skirt. I see... she must've walked in and caught Jim masturbating to the video. This means Jim is starting to get turned on by my dominance again. This may be my chance to win him back -- and then, maybe I can turn him back into the guy he used to be... Ready to battle, I raise my hands expecting a test of strength, but Ryoko keeps her hands on her hips and says, "You're nowhere near as sexy as me," and moves in until our nipples touch. "I'm going to dominate you with just my breasts alone," she says, sensuously moving her nipples in circles around mine, making me suck in my breath with the contact. We both put our hands together behind our heads, to thrust out our womanly weapons, and begin to joust with our nipples. My nipples, always extra sensitive, begin to tingle very quickly and very strongly, but I hold her gaze, determined not to have my will dominated. Then she starts whipping her breasts from side to side a bit more aggressively... then she starts swinging them, as if she were punching with her breasts, making her bigger, larger breasts thump and slap against my smaller ones. My breasts have shrunk slightly over the past few months... partly due to my grueling exercise routine, which of course reduces my body fat, and partly due to stress and lack of food and sleep, imposed by Ryoko of course as part of her treatment of me. I'm very annoyed, actually, that despite my week long vacation, my breasts haven't filled out again as much as I would like. Now I just try to respond to her attacks, matching her blow for blow... but I find each blow from her is quite strong, and I don't think I'm doing as much damage to her as she is to me. We've begun to moan and utter soft cries of pleasure mixed with pain with each fleshy, meaty collision, while Jim (naturally) has begun stroking his erect rod while watching us. "Give up... you can't... win..." she gasps. "Mine are... firmer... better... sexier..." "Shut the... fuck up..." I reply, "Big... flabby... lumps..." "You're small and weak," she growls, and suddenly she reaches down and has my breasts in a claw grip, breaking off the breast to breast combat. Quickly I reach down and grab hers as well, and we begin to twist and squeeze each other's tits, trying to maul each other into submission. The pain is overwhelming, especially when she takes my nipples in between thumbs and forefingers, and starts pressing them like raisins. We are both arching backwards, tears of pain being squeezed out of our eyes. Yet, neither of us have screamed yet. Neither of us will give her opponent the satisfaction so easily. We're hissing through our teeth violently, but I can sense that we have an unspoken compact: the one to scream first will be the loser. Dimly I am aware that Jim has gotten up and come to watch this battle close-up. His cock is standing very stiffly erect at the sight of the two of us mercilessly trying to mangle each other's breasts with our muscular arms. My forehead is pressed against hers. It hurts so much... I can see her biceps flexing as she squeezes and claws... her forearms move as she pinches my nipples. I'm trying to do the same to her, and her face is a mask of agony. Damn you Ryoko... just give up... scream already... you will not make me scream in front of Jim... Oh the pain... the pain... "AAAAAHHHHH..." That was me. I'm screaming. I've given up first. I'm clutching at her wrists, trying to make her let go of my breasts. Her face is suffused with unholy glee as she gives me a big double twist for good measure, before releasing me. I clutch my hurting, throbbing breasts with big tears rolling down my face, while she turns her flushed face to Jim and raises her arms in victory. "I'm the stronger and sexier woman still... my boobs dominate hers... hers are inferior, mine are superior... I'm the better woman..." she croons her litany of triumph, while Jim moans and watches her breasts as if hypnotized, rubbing himself. Ryoko quickly goes over, still on her knees, and props her reddening breasts up, ignoring the pain I'm sure I inflicted. Before my eyes, while I just watch, she proceeds to tittyfuck Jim, telling him that he's fucking the better pair of breasts, belonging to the better woman. It doesn't take long for him to cum, and after he cums he just falls away, shuddering. Ryoko turns to me, with her pearl necklace, and massages her breasts slowly while flashing me a winning smile. I bow my head. I'm still not the better woman. I do not resist as she clamps the collar on me again. My holiday is over. Now it's two more weeks since that battle. My breast pain went down eventually, with the help of some ice packs. Ryoko surprisingly did not attempt to hurt them even more while they were recovering -- I think perhaps, at some level, as a fellow woman, she could not bring herself to really destroy them. She only wanted to reestablish the pecking order in the household -- and I think she's accomplished that, however much I may resent it. I am now throwing myself back into my training with a vengeance. I've got to get stronger than Ryoko, fast. The euphoria from my victory over Michelle is fading, but it's a good thing -- at least now I have a more realistic perspective on things, and won't get complacent. Jessie and Penny are upset to hear about this latest indignity Ryoko has made me suffer, but I tell them it's alright, that I didn't expect to be already ready to beat her. She really is the strongest, most dominant woman I have ever met. I'm walking home when I suddenly catch sight of a familiar, unwelcome person. She's a heavily made-up woman, who walks as if she were a fashion model, and who dresses like a wannabe fashionista, waving a Kate Spade around. It's Edna, Jim's ex. Edna catches sight of me, and her face twists into an ugly sneer. Her angry red lips curve upwards, though, into a sort of gloating expression. "What are you doing here, Edna?" I say as we approach each other, below my apartment. "I was invited... by the real mistress of the house," she replies, leaving no doubt in my mind as to her purpose here. Ryoko must have heard about her from Jim, and wanted to invite her and make her an ally. Several years ago, before Jim began to date me, he was with Edna. Edna was a swimmer, with a slightly chunky build, but still curvy in a feminine way. Of course, she was very strong, stronger than the average woman definitely. Otherwise Jim probably would not have been attracted to her in the first place. She was, however, a very hard person to get along with, and a very demanding girl. Eventually Jim told her that they had better go their separate ways, citing her irresponsible spending habits as the main reason. She continued stalking him for weeks after that, even after he had seen me at that arm wrestling tournament that I won, and begun to date me seriously. I remember the occasion when I first met her. Jim and I were out at a café when she came stomping in, and sat herself at our table with arms folded looking very cross. We tried not to cause a commotion but she was clearly not leaving. She kept casting disparaging gazes at me and making remarks about how he had clearly chosen someone who was "less of a woman". At one point, while repeating that statement, she raised her arm -- she was wearing a spaghetti strap dress, which she seemed to favour since they showcased her strong shoulders -- and flexed, to make a point. "Don't tell me you don't miss these babies, Jim honey," she said. At that time I was feeling angered enough to react, and I quickly rolled up the sleeve of my shirt, to flex my own bicep back at her. "He has these now, he's more than happy." I shot back. By now the whole café was looking over at our table, at this strange scene. The upshot of it was that Edna and I began an impromptu arm wrestling match in front of Jim, and in front of everyone watching, I beat her. I think she never managed to live it down. So now, as we walk up to my apartment in silence -- is it even really "my" apartment anymore? -- I know she is enjoying every moment of this, having her vicarious revenge through Ryoko. Ryoko and Edna embrace at the door as if they were old friends, with Ryoko pretending to swoon over Edna's bag, apparently a recent acquisition. Edna in turn compliments her hostess, saying, "Wow, no wonder you're able to put this uppity bitch Katie in her place, I mean just look at you! Katie just isn't woman enough to match the likes of you!" "Likewise, likewise!" Ryoko laughs. "I can see why Jim went for you -- you're just the type of strong, dominant woman he appreciates!" Stupid mutual appreciation club, I think. If not for me being here as a common enemy, the two of them would probably be at each other's throats. Jim reacts with surprise as Edna waltzes in, waving breezily at him. "Uh... hi," he manages. "Well, well, you certainly have moved a step up from Katie," she drawls. "I have a feeling Ryoko and I are going to be best friends!" she giggles sickeningly. "Come on, new bestie, let's have some fun with our pet," Ryoko invites, as she clamps the collar on to my neck. Angrily I try to prevent her. I'm not having any of this nonsense with Edna around watching. My pride won't stand for it. In response Ryoko suddenly brings a knee up into my unprepared belly, knocking the wind out of me. As I double over, eyes tearing up, she locks the collar securely in place. "Looks good on you, Katie," Edna laughs. "More suitable for you than any necklace, since you're clearly only good enough to be a slave to better women than you!" "At least... I'm still a better woman than you are," I manage, coughing and straightening up. "Oh, really?" Ryoko interjects. "I think you won by a fluke all those years ago. Edna here looks superior to you in every way, in my opinion! What do you think, Jim?" "I... uh... I... guess so...?" he says helplessly. The spineless coward has a very obvious erection under his pants. But, damn him, when I look at him like that I still feel a pang of affection and protectiveness. It's not his fault he's surrounded by strong dominant women all the time, and thus gets his will beaten down. "But um... I think Katie's... looking pretty strong..." he mumbles. What? Now that is a surprise...! Judging by Ryoko's flashing eyes, and his downcast face, that must've taken quite a lot from him to say! He's probably risking some painful punishment, or withholding of sex, or some such thing from Ryoko. And he did it to stick up for me... "Edna, darling, are you up to showing our dear dumb Jim here the error of his ways?" Ryoko asks, not taking her eyes off Jim. "Oh, I have been waiting so fucking long for this," Edna replies, quickly stripping off her tacky designer clothing, revealing her strong-looking tapered chest, honed by her years of swimming. Mentally preparing myself for this fight, I quickly strip off my clothes as well, so we're both completely nude -- except for my collar. "Ok, here's how this is going to go down," Ryoko says, casually stripping off her tank top to be topless, wearing only a pair of boy shorts. "You're going to see which of you has the stronger arms and legs, and endurance. First you're going to arm wrestle. Edna's been waiting for a rematch for years now, haven't you? Then, you're going to try and get a submission out of each other in a double body scissors," she finishes smugly. "I'll squeeze you into submission, then fuck you like a whore," Edna says, a vicious grin on her face. "Fuck you," is my only reply as we move over to the coffee table -- the table upon which I have been humiliated so often, time and again, within these past few months. As we take our positions opposite each other, never taking our eyes off each other for an instant, I feel a fierce desire to win. This is the woman Jim used to date -- and of course, fuck -- before I beat her out by proving myself the better woman. Now she must be enjoying the situation I'm in right now -- I have to wipe that enjoyment from her mind. I'm still the stronger and better woman! We hook thumbs and grasp hard. Damn... her grip is strong. In her training as a swimmer, she must have done a lot of rows and lat pulldowns, perhaps even pull-ups and chin-ups. I can see her lats flaring to her sides. My lats are flaring too, but hers may be just a little wider and more developed... "That collar looks so good on you, Katie," she purrs silkily. "You never had very good dress sense, but now you've finally found the perfect outfit for you." "After I grind you into submission, you shallow whore, I'm going to put this on you and make you wear it home," I snarl. Ryoko looks taken aback for a moment at hearing this. I think she really does think I'm a beaten-down woman. She must not really understand what really goes on in my mind nowadays -- Edna has stolen an early start! "Cheater!" I cry out, even as I lean my body over, trying to resist her pressure -- she's gotten me almost halfway down before I could pull back against her. "Uh-uh! You're the one cheating, you square your shoulders right now! There!" Ryoko snaps, and actually puts her hands on my shoulders, applying her strength to push my shoulders down until my body is once again flush with Edna. Flagrantly, Edna is leaning far to the side, using her bodyweight to pull me down. This blatant unfairness is not surprising, but it makes my blood boil. I simply do not want to lose this match, of all matches. Helplessly, I am forced to arm wrestle using only my arm muscles, which are bulging rock hard and hurting under the strain of the odd angle. Edna meanwhile keeps pulling and pulling, bearing down on my hand, bending my wrist slightly and gaining leverage. She's got me down past halfway... Ryoko is poking at my bulging bicep, making disparaging remarks... Edna's lips, bright crimson with the heavy lipstick she's got on, is twisted into an ugly grimace of mingled strain and anticipation. With the odds stacked against me this way... of course I have no chance to win. I am fighting her for every inch, but it gets harder and harder as her leverage increases. I can only hold out for a few seconds more... and I'm down. She's beaten me. I rub my arm silently as she flexes and preens proudly, winking over at Jim. It doesn't seem to matter to her that she had to cheat so much to "beat" me, or that Ryoko practically helped. She just wants the feeling of defeating me, and she wants Jim to see her do it. Well, she got her wish. Jim is rubbing himself and has glazed eyes -- I'm starting to wonder if he even remembers I'm his actual girlfriend. Perhaps I should give up, and let him just marry Ryoko... "Well, Katie, looks like you're still weak. No surprise there," Ryoko sniffs dismissively. She's conducting psychological warfare against me -- because she can see the physical progress I'm making, and it is starting to worry her. I cling to this thought as my psychological defence. Edna and I now get down on our sides, and maneuver ourselves in between each other's legs. In my mind, I firmly envision Edna's body crushed between my legs, quivering against my flesh, while she screams and sobs her submission and slaps the floor wildly. As I stare across at her, I know she is thinking of the same fate for me. Wordlessly we reach up with our right arms and again link them as if we were arm wrestling. This would be just for show, though, since the real battle will be fought with our legs, and our torso muscles. Ryoko starts us off. This time Edna can't get much of a fast start. We both immediately lock our ankles together, and squeeze as tightly as we can, clenching almost every muscle in our bodies. Our abs are fully tensed to resist. I can feel her hard, toned muscles, resisting my crushing pressure. Our arm muscles stand out as well, our well-defined biceps adding a finishing touch to the tableau of our muscular conflict. Minutes have passed... or it must be close to 3 minutes in total now. Sweat is beading on our foreheads, in Edna's case running down her face and smearing her makeup slightly. Solicitously, Ryoko takes some tissue and helps her wipe the sweat appearing on her face. They're behaving like sisters already, just because they're united in having me as a common enemy. She's also encouraging Edna, telling her to "squeeze her nice and tight... crush that slave whore... don't give in to her..." I catch sight of Jim, looking at me strangely, and he seems to be trying to encourage me. I manage a smile at him and he smiles back, nodding slightly. He's rooting for me... I feel the thought spurring me on as I try to take in more air, resisting the constriction that Edna is applying to my body. "Jim, come on, cheer for your ex-girlfriend," Ryoko orders. That damn bitch. She's noticed. "Aww, Ryoko," Jim tries to demur. Angrily, Ryoko strides over to him and assumes a dominant Wonder Woman pose, making her lats flare out. Slowly she raises her left arm and makes her bicep bulge, saying, "Do as I say, you worm, or I'll choke you like you've never been choked before tonight, and you won't get to cum for a week!" He lowers his gaze, unable to defy this strong dominant woman in front of him. He starts to mumble, "C'mon Edna... go Edna... you can do it Edna..." Edna begins uttering what sound like little yelps of pleasure, and she begins to pulsate her thighs in a regular rhythm to match her yelping. She must be getting turned on by this psychic domination of Jim, and its effect on me -- the effect of having Jim root for her instead of me. And it's working, too -- I'm losing strength in this contest. Every breath is getting harder to take. This is even worse than when Michelle was bearhugging me. Edna's legs are fantastically strong from all her swimming. I almost feel as if my ribs are going to crack. I'm squeezing as hard as I possibly can, but I can feel my energy fading. Katie's Muscle Journey 008 The pain is getting greater and greater, I can't concentrate on anything much, all I can do is to just clench my whole body, I have to try and resist her pressure with all I've got, the crushing pressure is so great, I'm squeezing back hoping that somehow I am giving as good as I'm getting, but her body feels so strong, so solid in between my legs, she has quite a lot of compact muscle packed into her frame... my lungs are actually starting to protest with lack of air, because she's not letting me draw enough air with each breath. Ryoko is kneeling down beside us, watching, kneading her own breasts and nipples with her mouth in an "O". She's getting off on watching me get dominated... she can sense my submission is imminent. I don't want to give her that satisfaction... But Edna is just too strong... no, I won't, I will not submit... symbolically Edna has pulled my arm down as if we were arm wrestling, I can't even muster the strength to keep my arm up. I am aware dimly that my leg pressure is softening too... now my legs have gone limp, I can't keep squeezing anymore... I'm helpless in Edna's body scissors. She's squeezing and squeezing, her face a rictus of effort. I can feel drool coming out of the corner of my mouth but I can't do anything about it. I try to lock my ankles together again and manage to squeeze for a few seconds, before my muscles give out again. I'm exhausted and I can't breathe. She's crying out with pain, moaning a little, and Ryoko is encouraging her to just hang on, hang in there, she's almost got me, I'm practically out cold, she just needs to keep squeezing for just a while more... I feel a slap on my face, a stinging pain. I open my eyes. I'm lying down and Edna is sitting atop me, crushing my breasts heedlessly. She's slapped me. As I look up groggily she swings her palm again, slapping me harder. I must have blacked out... I must have been squeezed into unconsciousness in the contest. What a humiliating way to lose. She almost literally squeezed the life out of me, in a mutual scissor contest. And she's now beaten me completely with her arms and legs and body, in front of Jim. "Ryoko, may I borrow Jim," Edna coyly asks, in a saccharine sweet voice. "Why of course, my dear! Here, have your prize -- you've earned it!" Ryoko laughs, generously pushing Jim forward. His cock is erect. Edna reaches forward, still sitting atop me, and grabs it. Looking down to make sure I am watching, she begins to fellate him while he stands over my head, occasionally flexing her arms to further cement her feeling of victory. It is not too long at all before Jim shudders and cums hard and long into her mouth. Edna pushes Jim away and shifts to bend her face down to mine, with Jim's cum dripping in great big globs from her lips. She lets it drip disgustingly down from her lips onto mine, then presses her mouth together with mine in a hard kiss of dominance, smearing my mouth and chin with a mixture of lipstick, semen and saliva, forcing the cocktail onto my tongue as well, swirling it around in my mouth. "You lose, bitch," she whispers raggedly, still nose to nose with me. Ryoko invites her to stay the night. While I am chained up in a corner of the room, the two of them enjoy each other's bodies, and entertain themselves with Jim as well, who doesn't resist. Of course, which guy would resist a threesome situation like this? Even with his own girlfriend chained up like a dog in the corner of the room... perhaps it's precisely this that makes it so kinky for him. I have to get back at Edna. I have to beat her. Katie's Muscle Journey 009 Chapter 9: The Strip Club Battle "Katie, get dressed," Ryoko says, carelessly tossing me a bunch of clothes. Puzzled, I pick the bundle up. It's an outfit consisting of a very skimpy tube top, a skirt so short it's practically a frilly cummerbund, and a pair of thongs. "What the hell is this?" I ask angrily. "And get out of my room!" This is where I spend my time when I'm at home now, when Ryoko isn't in the mood to bring me out and toy with me. This used to be a spare room in the house. Now it's my personal haven. Usually Ryoko doesn't bother to come in here, unless she has some specific intention of humiliating me. There've been several times when she's come in, sometimes with Jim, and done things to me, but it's not very frequent. Ryoko meanwhile is stripping down, completely lacking in self-consciousness, and changing into an outfit the duplicate of mine. "That's no way to talk to your mistress," she tosses off almost nonchalantly, as an aside, while she puts on the tube top. "You're not my mistress," I mutter. "Changing your tune so soon? Want a repeat of last night?" Ryoko glares at me threateningly, and I look away, remembering how she had managed to wrestle me into submission yet again last night, forcing me to call her my mistress several times before letting me out of a painful double hammerlock. "I hate you," I murmur. Ryoko takes a few steps towards me, and I turn to face her, letting my feelings smoulder in my gaze. "But you can't do anything about it, loser," she says softly, watching me for a reaction. As coolly as I can, I reply, "Not yet. But someday soon, I will. I'll never give up." "I know. Why else do you think I'm having such fun?" Ryoko purrs, taking my chin in her hand and bringing my face up as if for inspection. I try to slap her hand away. Quick as a flash, Ryoko has grabbed my wrist, and we struggle for a few seconds, before she laughs and releases me. "Put on your costume. We're going to have some fun tonight, you and I. Oh, and Jim too. We're going to the Pink Pussy Club," she says. "That place? Why?" I demand. "We're going to have a special night. You've been getting more and more uppity lately. I thought it would be a good idea to show you your place, in a way that will leave its mark on you. After I show that I'm the superior woman in public, you won't forget it in a hurry," Ryoko laughs. "In public? You want to wrestle with me in public?" I ask incredulously. Despite my match with Michelle, I have reservations about doing such a thing in a sleazy place like the Pink Pussy Club, which is notorious for being one of the most depraved places around. "Well, no, not directly. I had something even better in mind. You and I, my dear Katie, are going to have a little strip arm wrestling going tonight. But not with each other. Oh no, that would be too predictable," she laughs again. "We're going to challenge men, we are. And for each match we lose, we will each lose one article of clothing. The one to be stripped naked first, will get a public ass-pounding, right there in front of everyone, from the winner. Oh and, there'd probably be bukkake too, you know the crowd they get there," she tosses off carelessly. I'm outraged. I don't see why I have to accept. The penalty for losing... "We'd randomly pick men from the crowd to arm wrestle, you know. So... that makes it more exciting, you know?" she winks. That's true... and no matter how strong she is, I think by now I am not that far behind. Surely she can't beat men any better than I can. If I get lucky... and I won't even have to be all that lucky, surely... tonight might be the night I can humiliate and torture her in public. I lick my lips unconsciously at the thought of this sweet revenge. "I knew you'd see the potential," Ryoko drawls, sitting down on my bed to put on a pair of high stockings. "Come on, slave girl, put on your costume. We'll be sisters tonight, with our matching outfits," she giggles. I make a face but say nothing, as I strip down and change in front of her. The overall effect as I check myself out in the mirror is to make me look like a slut. Ryoko has already put on a very heavy coat of makeup, and now she motions me towards the cosmetics table. Clearly she wants me to complete the slut effect. I shake my head. She stares at me, then slowly raises her right arm – is it my imagination, or is it even bigger than I remember? – and gives a slow, hard flex. "You either go there looking as made-up as I do, or you go there with bruises on your face," she threatens. Faced with this sort of choice, I have little alternative but to comply. I feel as if I am putting on my war paint, while I am doing it. "Do I put on my collar?" I ask. "Why, that's a good question, Katie. Hmm..." Ryoko ponders for a while before nodding and saying, "Yes, you should. They should know that currently you are my slave. And you know it'd be all the sweeter for you if you win... yes?" "When I win," I say levelly. "That's the spirit," she grins. The wild lewd cheering when Ryoko and I, with Jim hanging around in tow, enter the club, is deafening. We're ushered to a table set up on an otherwise bare stage. Apparently they've been preparing for this "special" event, which Ryoko must have persuaded them to host. Ryoko and I each go up on stage, in our stockings and high heels, and our 3 articles of clothing, and stand at the table, while the host for the night – a rough-looking biker lady with tattoos – gets the crowd really revved up. She tells them that I am currently Ryoko's sex slave, after losing to her in a battle for my boyfriend Jim. There is some lascivious whooping at this notion, and I get a round of boos and contemptuous comments thrown my way. I swallow hard, and look down, trying not to let my confidence get shaken. Then the hostess goes to Ryoko to present her, and Ryoko raises her arms high up in the air as the hostess, Big Sal, talks about how strong and dominant Ryoko is. Ryoko gets some enthusiastic cheering, but there're some in the crowd who boo her for being a "man-stealing cunt". These are my supporters, presumably, the kind who like to cheer for the underdog. Then I take a closer look, and my eyes widen. It's Penny and Jessie! I had told them about this before I left the house, but had discouraged them from coming, since the Pink Pussy Club is really not the sort of place they should come to. But here they are, and they're cheering for me. I try to put aside my anxiety for their safety, hoping that they won't get molested while they are here, and give them a small wave of acknowledgement. Big Sal then takes out the penalty weapon and puts it on display – a huge, 8-inch strapon, thick and long and black. The crowd seems impressed, even more so when Big Sal tells them that the loser of this contest will be fucked from behind by the winner. They seem to love the idea. I suppose, anyone would. They also love it that the winners of each match will get a special something from the loser at the end as well. Big Sal leaves that "special something" unspecified, and I wonder if there is going to be more to it than bukkake. "Ok, so we're gonna ask some big strong MEN to come up here and take on these muscle ladies now!" Big Sal crows. "They're gonna wrestle you one at a time, ok? Who's first?" "I'll do it," Ryoko says confidently, stepping up to the table, posing over it provocatively with her butt jutting out, and props up her arm with a slow and seductive movement. "Ok, who's gonna take her on? Who's gonna show Ryoko the power of your man muscles??" The bouncers are kept busy for the next few minutes trying to just keep the crowd in check. They're going crazy, just wanting to get up on the stage and arm wrestle Ryoko. Finally, Big Sal picks out a lean-looking guy, with long unkempt hair, who looks like a rocker or a stoner, wearing torn jeans. He jumps up and milks the crowd a bit, and strips off his t-shirt. He's scrawny, with a lean rocker physique, but certainly doesn't look all that strong. I curse silently. Ryoko is going to get an easy one. Even I could beat him, I think, at my current level. This rocker guy, whose name is Kevin, takes up position across from Ryoko and clasps hands with her, acting very belligerent and aggressive. Ryoko just smiles back in a sultry and unruffled way. Big Sal starts them off. Kevin tries to pull with all his strength but, as I expected, he barely manages to budge Ryoko's arm, which is now bulging hard with muscle. She must've been working out extra hard lately, she's made a lot of improvement to her already-impressive physique. Ryoko toys with him for a while, then puts him down with almost negligent ease, much to the delight of the crowd. Kevin pounds the table in frustration and jumps off the stage, clearly embarrassed and humiliated, while Ryoko poses and flexes for the crowd in her skimpy tube top. It's my turn now, and the booing drowns out the cheering as I take up position and raise my arm, waiting. Again, the men in the crowd rush to take me on. Big Sal picks out this big hairy guy, who looks like a trucker and is a head taller than I am. This is a fucking setup – she must have had an agreement with Ryoko to pick out easy-looking opponents for her, and hard ones for me. I've fallen into the trap, fallen for her trick hook, line and sinker. This guy is wearing only a vest, which he doesn't bother to take off as he bends over the table. He has a cigarette sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and his small piggy eyes stare at me with undisguised lust as he hooks thumbs with me. "Boy, does that collar look hot on ya," he says huskily. "What won't I give ta pound ya good and hard, ya loser slut." "Shut the fuck up, you fucking bastard," I snarl, gripping and clenching his hand as hard as I can, feeling the fury rise in me. "A spirited one huh? Let's see how ya like ta have your spirit broken by ol' Bruiser Mac!" he grins, and grips back with just as much force, if not greater. I grit my teeth, refusing to let him see that he is hurting my hand. Big Sal starts us off and straightaway his size and body weight start to tell against me. I'm straining and straining, but my arm goes down fast. Within 30 seconds, I am on the verge of losing. I give a desperate cry and jerk my whole body. I'm hopelessly outmatched. His big, pudgy arm has solid muscle underneath all that fat. My arm is flexed to the maximum, all my muscles standing out, which must make it look all the more impressive for him – that he's overpowered my strong-looking arm without much difficulty. "Damn but ya look fucking sexy when ya lose," he grunts, and decides to toy with me, not grabbing the victory as quickly as he could, but letting me struggle uselessly, my hand trapped a few inches above the table. I can't just give up, even though this is tiring my arm out to my disadvantage. My foolish, stubborn pride won't let me go down to this pig of a man, just like that. He holds me like this, for about a minute more, until my bicep finally gives under the strain and my hand collapses onto the table. "Strip! Strip! Strip!" the crowd begins to chant. As Bruiser Mac pumps his fists and celebrates his victory, Big Sal comes over and demands that I take off the tube top as agreed. Bitterly, I rip it off me with an angry movement, letting everyone see my breasts and nipples. I can see some of the patrons already starting to unzip their flies and work themselves. Penny and Jessie are holding hands, watching me with supportive gazes. I can feel them trying to strengthen my resolve with emotional support, and I smile bravely at them. They smile back, warming my heart and giving me a bit more courage. I stand with folded arms and watch sullenly as Ryoko takes her position. Big Sal picks out an average looking guy to be Ryoko's second opponent, and I watch sullenly as she puts him away in under twenty seconds, not exerting herself much. The crowd moans a bit in disappointment, but cheers wildly when Ryoko decides to pull down her tube to give them a sneak peek at her nipples in their full glory, for a few moments. She is still fully clothed. My next opponent is a tough-looking black guy with dreadlocks, dressed like a typical gangster with bling all over. He's taken off his shirt, and he's very built, like most of them are. He has his girlfriend with him, dressed like a streetwalker and wearing bad makeup, smoking a cigarette. She accompanies him to the table sourly, glaring at me jealously. "You better not lose, Jay," she snarls vituperatively, "or I ain't ever gonna walk round with your loser face beside me!" "Shut yo face bitch, I can take her easy!" Jay shoots back. "Ain't no weak-ass Asian gonna beat these babies!" he says while pumping his arms in a flex. The girlfriend slaps his big solid bicep roughly, and I gulp – the flesh is rock-hard and didn't quiver. I rub my arm a bit more, feeling the fatigue from the previous match with that bastard Mac. Ryoko's quick victory didn't leave me much time to rest and recover. Jay, sensing my concern, quickly adopts his position and thumps his arm down on the table solidly, challenging me. "C'mon bitch! Imma beat you so fast the table'll break. C'mon! Ya think your guns are big, yo? Come try them 'gainst big poppa Jay here!" I reach out and clasp hands with him, my breasts propped up on the table on full display. Jay's eyes flicker down hungrily, taking in the full sight of my topless muscled body. His girlfriend narrows her eyes and starts whispering all manner of vile insults against me, even as Big Sal begins the match. His arm is very strong, and immediately he's got me at a disadvantage. I grip the table with my left hand until my knuckles turn white, straining with all my might to keep him at bay. My bicep is bulging like a tennis ball, and a vein has started to pop out on it, testament to the sheer amount of effort I am putting through it. Jay's teeth are clenched tightly as he struggles to pull me down. He is very strong, but clearly he has not much arm wrestling experience, because he is still trying to use his bicep strength even when he has such a big advantage. He doesn't quite know how to use his shoulders and chest. I feel a flicker of hope, as the seconds tick past and I manage to hold him. If I can just roll his wrist, I can start pulling him up to neutral with my pectorals helping, and take the strain off my bicep. Then my own strong shoulder will come into play, and let me beat his lack of technique. But then his slutty girlfriend sees him starting to sweat against me, and scoffs at him. Then she steps closer to me, takes a deep puff on her cigarette, and blows it all into my face! I cough and choke, gasping for breath, but can only helplessly inhale the polluted air. Big Sal does nothing to stop this interference! My muscles are weakening, as my lungs protest at the lack of oxygen, and Jay edges me further down, until once more I am struggling just below the halfway mark, straining my bicep as I did with Bruiser Mac. Damn her... she keeps blowing her smoke into my face, while calling me ugly names as only a black woman can, and egging her man on. The smoke wafts over to him a bit but doesn't seem to affect him much. She goes away for a bit but returns soon with a glass of some drink, and while the crowd laughs callously, she begins to pour it over my head. My humiliation is total as, with all this distracting and weakening me, Jay puts my arm down firmly onto the tabletop, winning the match. While he and his girlfriend make out crazily in full view of the appreciative crowd, Big Sal motions for me to strip off my skirt. Unwillingly, but with no real choice, since she looks as if she will help Ryoko enforce this forfeit if I refuse, I strip my skirt off, feeling the hot gazes on my legs and butt cheeks as I do so. Now I am wearing only my barely-there thongs, my stockings, and the hateful slave collar. I see Penny and Jessie nearer to the stage now, their facial expressions furious. I didn't notice them during the match, but it seems they tried to get nearer to the stage to stop the black bitch's unfair interference, but couldn't get past the crowd. I'm also sweating all over, and my makeup has run all over my face, I'm sure. Ryoko is sweating too, from the heat and the strain, and her makeup actually looks quite runny right now, but somehow she doesn't seem self-conscious about it. Probably she feels there's something sexy about this condition we're in. Now Ryoko steps forward, posing and preening a bit while waiting for Sal to pick her last man of the night. Sal casts her gaze over the forest of raised hands, stroking her chin. Then she picks out another skinny looking skinhead, whose buddies – all of whom are bigger and tougher looking than him – slap him on the back, pushing him towards the stage. "You look like a wiry guy, come on up and give it a shot," she laughs. This is too much. Sal and Ryoko are so obviously in cahoots, but obviously the patrons don't care. She is getting all the relatively easy guys, while I am made to look bad because I lose to bigger stronger men. I clench my fists helplessly. Then my sister Jessie does something amazing. She elbows her way to the front, shoving aside the people in her way, and scream at Sal, "Stop making it so damn unfair, you bitch! Pick someone stronger!" Big Sal shouts back, "Oh yeah? And why I gotta do that, huh? Big Sal picks whoever she wants, and right now, Ryoko's last guy of the night is this young 'un right here!" The skinhead grins, and strips off his shirt, showing off his skinny physique to the jeering crowd. Jessie jumps up on the stage before anyone can stop her, and as the skinhead turns around she sends an uppercut straight into his belly! My jaw drops. I'd never seen her do that before, though I suppose with her kickboxing lessons she can pack a punch. But to punch someone like that, for real...! While the guy crumples to the ground in pain, as the crowd temporarily falls silent, Jessie strips off the shirt she's wearing, to stand in bra and jeans. She looks ripped and menacing as she walks forward to where Ryoko is standing, their eyes locked in a mutual glare. Silently she stands opposite Ryoko at the table and puts her arm up. The crowd is quiet for a second, then whoops and cheers anew at this twist. Instead of a man, my own sister will try her strength once again, and try to beat Ryoko at least once! I feel so touched at my sister's gesture that I almost tear up. "Come on Jessie, you can do it!" Penny cries out from below the stage. Ryoko and Jessie have eyes only for each other as each tries to secure a better grip, with Big Sal trying to make sure Ryoko has an advantage. Then, she starts them off. Jessie's lean, tan muscles flex impressively, and I watch with baited breath, hoping somehow, she has become strong enough to beat Ryoko...! But no. I'm stronger than both Jessie and Penny combined now, and I'd still have doubts about beating Ryoko. Jessie is stronger than any man Big Sal was likely to pick to be Ryoko's opponent, but she is still not Ryoko's match. She is trying her hardest, though, and enduring the pain for me. Ryoko has a sadistic smirk on her face as she slowly pulls Jessie's arm down, exerting quite a bit of effort but ultimately still the stronger woman. When Big Sal stops the match declaring Ryoko the winner, Ryoko releases Jessie's hand and gives her a small slap across the face, saying, "Loser." Big Sal restrains Jessie from flying at Ryoko. I step forward to drag Big Sal off my sister, but Ryoko intercepts me. Bouncers come to assist Big Sal with Jessie, and my livid sister is dragged off the stage, struggling against the burly bouncers, while Penny comes to her assistance and tries to remonstrate with them. Ryoko and I are tearing at each other's hair, and Big Sal separates the two of us, being rougher with me than with Ryoko, unsurprisingly. Katie's Muscle Journey 009 "Your slave needs a real lesson in humility, Ryoko," Big Sal declares loudly. "And I know just the right one to give her," Ryoko replies, grinning. "Sal, her final opponent... will be her own husband, Jim!" "And so we'll have it, folks! Katie's own husband, Jim, is gonna be his last opponent!" Sal declares to the avid crowd. "He's gonna try his darnedest to beat his own girlfriend, so that she'll have to strip in front of the woman who's stealing him from her! Boy, is this match sick or what! It's fucking sick, folks! Can't get any finer than this right here at the Pink Pussy!" Jim comes forward reluctantly, but he obeys the call. His eyes have a strange mix of emotions behind them: a certain diffidence as he looks at me but also a strange sort of hunger. Of course... this is his chance to finally be seen in public to outmuscle the girlfriend who has always been stronger than him. My arm muscles are really aching right now, and I'm tired and weakened by this ordeal. "Please, Jim," I say softly as we lock up. "You don't want to do this, do you? You know how unfair it's been for me. I'm trying my best for you, Jim... I'm working out so hard, I'm making myself stronger, to win you back from that bitch. Don't help her..." Jim seems to waver, and when Big Sal starts us off, I pull with only a little bit of force. He responds with just enough counter-pressure, and we stay locked like this for a few moments. "Let me win, Jim darling," I plead. "Give me the chance to challenge her to an all or nothing. I want to beat her in front of you, of everyone, and humiliate her. You're going to be so proud of having such a strong girlfriend, a strong wife. Okay?" "Not okay, Jimmy boy," Ryoko coos dangerously, coming up close beside Jim. "You better think properly about this, honey. Take a good look at your beaten-up, run-down girlfriend Katie. Do you really think she's stronger than me right now?" she says, pumping her left arm in a quick flex in front of his eyes. "You know what'll happen to you if you don't be a good boy right now, and do your best against Katie..." Jim gulps, and I can see that his indecision is gone. My heart falls, as I feel him increasing his force against my hand. I ramp up my power too, until our hands tremble and we're both pulling with full force. Normally, I'd be able to beat him very easily, but right now, just as I feared, I'm finding it hard to just hold him at the center. I try to roll his wrist, but I've taught him a bit too well about arm wrestling techniques and he's able to stop me from doing so. It's coming down to arm strength. And right now, he has the edge. Before Ryoko's eager eyes, before the eyes of everyone watching, Jim is getting his wish. He pulls me down, slowly at first, but with increasing ease as the leverage gets more advantageous for him with every passing moment. I've taught him how to use his body properly too, when arm wrestling, and he leans in to effectively apply his weight to augment his muscle power. I try to hold out, holding his gaze, sobbing with effort, still hoping against hope that he will relent, but I can see he is taken over by the thrill of the contest. I know that thrill all too well. He's intoxicated right now with this scenario, publicly defeating his muscular girlfriend in a strength contest, while she is wearing only stockings, thongs, heels and a slave collar. My whole arm trembles until I can really last no longer, then my hand falls flat onto the table. I slump over the table, tears coming to my eyes to mingle with the sweatdrops, as Ryoko grabs Jim for a fierce congratulatory kiss. Then she comes over behind me, and rips off my thongs with a single sharp movement, completely exposing my crotch. The crowd is practically delirious as Big Sal hands her the 8 inch strapon and she puts it on. I don't even look around, but stand with my hands on the table, head bowed, hoping it will be all over soon. Of course, it is not – Ryoko takes her time about it. Occasionally she switches from ravaging my pussy to entering my anus, using my own juices as lubricant. I grip the table tightly and try to bear it with as much dignity as I can. Right in front of me, below the stage, are Penny and Jessie, who're looking up at me with tears in their eyes, but with an oddly grim resolve that keeps them from looking away even while Ryoko pounds me from behind and slaps my thighs. I look back, silently thanking them for sticking by me even in such a shameful situation. Then Ryoko drags me by the hair away from the table and makes me get on my knees, to fellate the strap-on that has been in my pussy and my anus. I gag, but she forces it into my mouth. When I begin to struggle forcefully, Big Sal intervenes and soon my hands are tied behind my back. Ryoko then gets the men who beat me – Bruiser Mac and Jay – to come up on stage. Even Jay's girlfriend seems to have lost her jealousy, as Jay sticks his very big cock into my mouth. He is one of the well-endowed ones. Bruiser Mac's fat belly is pressed against my forehead as he forces me to service him. He has poor hygiene, as one might expect of a trucker or biker often on the road, and I'm gagging severely. In the end I have two loads of hot cum shooting into my mouth, oozing down my throat and out of the corners of my lips, while Ryoko stands to one side fondling Jim's cock from behind. As I kneel there, my face feeling like an absolute mess with the makeup, sweat, tears and cum all over it, Ryoko frogmarches Jim forward and aims his cock at my face, while saying loudly enough for me to hear, "Look at this slut, Jim. That's your weak little wannabe-wifey, Katie. She's a weak little slut, isn't she? Look at her ugly face. She used to beat you all the time? She used to flex her muscles at you? Well look at her now. Look at her face. Don't you want to cum on her face? Spray your man-juice all over her ugly face?" Before she's finished saying the last sentence Jim is already shooting off like a water jet, his ropes of cum landing on my face and getting in my hair. I'm in a daze by now. The mocking and jeering of the crowd seem like a dull roar in the distance. I'm aware that basically the whole audience has become a sort of group orgy by now, and occasionally both men and women were wandering nearby to take a closer look at me fellating the men who defeated me, and to utter a few insults at me to cement my humiliation and turn themselves on. I was foolish to have taken Ryoko up on her challenge. But as the evening wears on, I grimly hold on to one thought: I will pay her back for all this. I will show her I am stronger, I cannot be broken, not even by what she's done to me tonight. "I'm stronger than you, Ryoko," I whisper to her, as she tips my face upwards for a better look. She simply sneers, and then forces my face into her crotch, making me eat out her pussy. I cannot be broken. I am stronger than her. Katie's Muscle Journey 010 After the strip-club battle, where I got humiliated in public, I had to rest for a week away from home before I could start training again. It had to be away from home, because if I had stayed home, I know I wouldn't have gotten any proper rest. Ryoko would have tormented me every way she could. Instead, I stayed in Penny's apartment that she shares with her boyfriend. Usually he's around, but he had left on a trip, so Penny had the space. We shared the bedroom, but didn't sleep together, even though we're very fond of each other. We haven't had any serious discussion about it, but the feeling I'm getting is that we're really not about to begin any sort of serious sexual or romantic relationship. Right now, actually, I don't know if I should still consider myself attached to Jim. It certainly doesn't feel like any relationship I've ever heard of. I moved back in a couple of weeks ago, and Jim seemed so terribly relieved to see me. I learnt later that while I was away, he had surprisingly gotten no sex at all from Ryoko. They had tried a desultory session but Ryoko had quickly gotten bored. It was no fun without me being forced to watch, she apparently told him. "Edna, darling! It's so good to see you again!" Ryoko gushes at the door. From where I am sitting in the living room I can smell Edna's perfume. She has no fucking sense of moderation, that wannabe fashionista. Edna and Ryoko air-kiss each other's cheeks sickeningly, like a pair of socialites, and Edna waltzes into the room, kicking off her heels carelessly in the hallway. "Ah, I see your favourite piece of furniture decided to come back," she laughs, casually flinging her Kate Spade bag to one side. Jim is just stepping out of the kitchen, and he freezes when he sees Edna. A strange look comes over his face, and he makes as if to duck back into the kitchen, but it's too late. Edna turns and sees him, and a wicked grin lights up her face. "Does Lil Jimmy want another massage?" she coos. Jim gives a low moan and tries to walk away, but Ryoko steps forward and quickly grabs hold of his arm, preventing him from moving, while Edna dissolves into a fit of giggles. "What's this about?" I ask, despite myself. I suppose Edna was given the use of Jim during my absence, but according to Jim he wasn't allowed to have sex during the week. Since I came back, Edna hasn't been around. What could she have done during that week? "Oh, I wonder if you ever did this funny thing with Jim, Katie dear. I don't suppose you know him as well as I do," Edna says patronizingly to me. "He absolutely suffers, the poor darling, if you tease his cock in this certain way..." Jim shudders and his knees reflexively go together. I can't help staring speculatively at him, wondering what it was Edna actually did to him. "You're wondering what we did?" Edna laughs, reading my mind. She relishes the act of regaling me with every detail, telling me how the two of them -- Ryoko and herself -- gave Jim orgasm denial every single one of those days in my absence. They would pose and flex in front of him, while he was tied up and unable to have any contact with his penis. Or they would make out in front of him. On other occasions they would stroke him to near-orgasm, then constrict him so tightly that he couldn't cum properly. They even used anal beads on him at one point, none too gently. I suppose that must have been very uncomfortable. Jim must have been traumatized, poor thing. I guess some small part of me still pities him a bit. He's just this naturally submissive guy, a very rare sort. He wasn't made for this type of situation. Sure, I guess he briefly enjoys episodes of being fought over, but if I'm right about him -- and I know I am -- that's fine only as far as the scenario goes. For much of quotidian, mundane life, he really just wants a normal relationship and lifestyle, which Ryoko clearly hasn't given him since day one. Well, as "normal" as being a submissive male to a muscular female is, anyways. "I heard about your total loser-ish showing at the Pink Pussy, too," Edna continues, her eyes glittering with malice. "Such a pity I couldn't be there myself! I would have loved to see you losing like that in front of everyone to my dear friend Ryoko!" So saying, she puts an arm casually around Ryoko, who flexes her arms to show off to a suitably impressed Edna. "Well, it is a pity you missed it, but if you feel like seeing Katie humiliated again, you know all you have to do is get her on the mat," Ryoko laughs. "So true," Edna snickers. I slowly rise to my feet, feeling the adrenaline build in me. I'm feeling in reasonably good shape right now, and I've still been going from strength to strength ever since the very beginning. In fact, this morning, I went to check myself in the mirror, and as I flexed I thought I looked even more ripped than I did five years ago. I still have some digital photos of myself at the time, and I went to compare with whichever ones I still had. I think I may be back to the strength levels I had during those glory years. In terms of looks, my muscles are definitely bigger than they've ever been. "Want to have our rematch now, Edna?" I say coolly, trying to adopt a nonchalant stance. "If you fight fair and don't cheat like you always do, I think you'll find me too hard for you to handle." Edna's eyes blaze. I've got her hooked. She steps forward and puts her hands on her hips, throwing her chest out. "Oh, you want to go at it right now?" "Yeah, sure, why not? You heard me," I retort. "Let's do it now, you and me. We'll see who's really the stronger and better woman." "You can do it, Edna. I'll be the referee," Ryoko says, patting a glaring Edna on the back. "The fuck you will," I reply evenly. "Let Jim referee, and you're not allowed to browbeat him either. Let him call it down the middle, as he likes." At this, Jim pokes his head hesitantly out of the kitchen, looking at me questioningly as if he doesn't dare believe I still want him around in any way. I don't particularly want him to be the referee, but it's at least a lot better than having Ryoko. It wouldn't even be anything like fair if Ryoko were the referee. It'd be more like a group rape session. "Fine!" Edna snaps, before Ryoko can respond. She was always hot-headed and bad-tempered -- one of the many reasons why Jim easily dumped her for me all those years ago. Ryoko walks up to me slowly, and I refuse to back down. We stand chest to chest, our breasts pressing together through our clothes, staring down each other with our noses almost touching. Softly she says, "You forget yourself... slave." "I may wear this collar but you don't push me around when I want to fight another woman," I say just as softly. "Or do you want to take me on instead, right now? Do you want to settle it right now?" For a moment, I detect uncertainty in her eyes. She's seen my physique, and ever since I came home she and I have not tangled very much. She still makes me watch when she fucks Jim, but we haven't had any tussles, or sexfights. At this point, neither of us is really certain who the winner would be, if we had our grand rematch right now. She's not willing to take the risk. For me, I'm not confident enough yet, either -- right now I hope she won't call my bluff. She doesn't -- she slowly steps back and shrugs. "Not time yet, Katie," she says. "You have plenty of humiliation in store for you yet. Wouldn't want you to miss any of it." I return my attention to Edna, who has stripped off her dress and now is clad only in her lingerie and silk stockings. She sits down and strips the stockings off as well, while I strip off my home clothes to reveal my bare chest, keeping my boy shorts on. Her eyes widen slightly as she sees my rippling physique. It's slightly more developed and impressive than it was the last time, and I'm gratified to think that my progress is noticeable. Holding her gaze, I slowly pull my arms up in a flex, making sure that my biceps bulge out nicely for maximum effect. Sneering uncertainly, she reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, going topless as well. She still has her solid swimmer's physique, but what's this? She seems to have gone to fat a little bit. I can see that her abs are not as defined as before -- in fact she even seems to have a very slight paunch! Her six-pack is visible underneath the folds of fat, but there's definitely some blubber there. I suppose some would find this very attractive in itself, but what it means is that right now, she may not be in tip-top condition. She rears up in a frontal lat spread in front of me. We begin to go through bodybuilding poses, stepping closer to each other until we're only about a foot apart, still cycling through different poses in an attempt to intimidate each other. Jim meanwhile has come out, and is staring at the both of us hungrily while we have our posedown. "Can I... can I fuck the winner?" he asks tremulously. I can't believe he's asking it, let alone in this way! He must be really having blue balls right now, I think. This is his current wife and his ex-girlfriend flexing as hard as they can at each other, about to wrestle. How many men get to see this sort of thing, I wonder? "Edna, you want that?" Ryoko asks. She seems content to take a side role for this match. Edna smiles tightly and says, "Yes. I want Jim to fuck me from behind while I pin Katie." "Fine by me," I reply. "Except that it'll be me pinning you." "We'll see about that," Edna says, stepping back and then, almost as an afterthought, removing her panties. I follow suit and strip off my shorts, so we're both naked now. "Ok girls, I want a good clean fight," Jim says, almost happily. What the hell kind of line is that? What does he think he is watching, a boxing match? This match is certainly not going to be all that clean. Edna and I begin to crouch over, and I quickly put all thoughts of the hovering Jim out of my mind. This is my chance, to regain my pride against Edna after the drubbing she gave me the last time. We dart our hands out at each other, probing each other's defences. There is more footwork right now than I'm used to, in all the wrestling I've done so far. Edna doesn't seem to want to tangle with me toe to toe. Experimentally, I reach a hand out for a test of strength. She makes as if to take it, but then slaps my hand lightly and hops back out of reach. It seems she really doesn't want to engage. Emboldened, I begin to close in. Our builds are very similar, but I'm feeling confident that if it comes down to muscular strength I now have the edge. Edna begins to back away, a wary look in her eyes. I smile to myself, thinking that I have her now, but remind myself not to be complacent. Putting my right foot forward, I reach out with my right hand, mutely inviting her to hand wrestle with me. "Come on, Edna! What're you, scared of her?" Ryoko calls out, needling Edna. She's sitting on the edge of a couch, clearly wanting to see some action. Flushing angrily, Edna moves forward touching her right foot against mine, and our firm hard calves brush together silkily. She steps in, and clasps her hand with mine. Immediately she begins straining against me, trying to lever my arm to the side, but I'm fully ready for her, and she doesn't budge my arm or my body an inch. Our biceps bulge as we try to pull each other's arms down to the sides, but we also strain to try and unbalance each other. She leans in and I follow suit, such that now our forearms and calves are pressed together. We glare at each other in this deadlock, neither of us giving an inch. Remembering how I lost the arm wrestling match the first time, I am wary of any sudden jerking of the body she might try, but at least now Ryoko isn't ruining this for me. It's a straight one on one strength test with Jim's ex. And now I'm winning! I knew it, I knew I was stronger. I'm forcing her arm to one side, and because of our postures, her body has to follow. Her back leg stumbles just slightly, and her teeth are bared as I make her bend to the side awkwardly. Just a little more and she'll have to shift her legs, giving me the victory. Suddenly her left hand comes up, and clutches at my face! I reflexively grab at her hand with my own left hand. Then I feel something hard hitting my lower back, near my right kidney, and I'm on my knees, my back twinging with the impact, my mouth hanging open with pain and shock. She's just driven her left knee into my lower back. Edna grabs at my face, tearing at my hair, and I flail, crying out with pain, trying to fend her off. She raises me halfway up, then sends her right knee into my sternum, just below my breasts. I fold up again, collapsing, the breath knocked out of me. Dimly I wonder why Jim isn't stepping in to stop her. We're supposed to be wrestling, not brawling. I feel Edna grab my ponytail, and she yanks me painfully down onto the mat. Then she's clambering on top of me, trying to bang my head on the mat while screeching like a cat. I'm helpless to respond -- I've never done any catfights before, the occasional rough tussles with Ryoko don't count, and I've never faced this kind of unbridled viciousness. She slaps at me, raining her palms on my face and head, making me reflexively try to cover myself with my arms. Grabbing me, she turns my body over roughly onto my side, and mounts me firmly, trapping me between her legs. As she does so she lets herself down onto the mat, coming up against my back. She slips her arm underneath me, and starts grabbing at my breasts from behind. I yowl in agony as her painted fingernails dig into the soft flesh of my breasts. She is clawing at my tits mercilessly with her strong fingers, while I roll around helplessly with her solidly muscled legs clamped tightly around my waist. Jim is hovering ineffectually above us, trying to prise Edna's hands away from me, but all he's achieving is managing to brush his hands inadvertently -- or not -- against my rapidly-swelling nipples. My vision goes blurry as tears of pain are forced from my eyes. I'm grasping weakly at Edna's hands but the pain and her rear scissors are sapping my ability to focus my strength. "Stop interfering, Jim, you're overstepping. Let them fight it out," comes Ryoko's voice. "Come on Edna! Let go of her boobs, stop using your nails!" Jim urges his ex. "Fuck you!" Edna spits at him, her voice sounding loud beside my ear. Taking my nipples in between each of her thumbs and forefingers, she begins squeezing! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" My world is filled with pain, emanating from the two points on my breasts that are my nipples. Then suddenly, I'm free of her grasp. I roll feebly to the side, clutching my hurting breasts, gasping and sobbing as I try to catch my breath back. Beside me, I vaguely perceive Edna rolling about, clutching her sides in pain as well. I must have gone into wild spasms when she pinched my nipples, and sent an elbow driving into her side. As she rolls from side to side, I manage to observe that it's not her ribs she's clutching, it's her right breast. My elbow must have hit her there -- good! That buys me some time. I need to shake off the pain... need to get back in the match and stop her from taking control... Jim begins a double countout. Dumbass -- neither of us is so hurt that we can't get up before a count of 10. Although, in my case, I really am feeling the pain of the match tell on me. I was not prepared for a catfight, not at all. Gingerly caressing my breasts and nipples, I stagger to my feet, at the same time as Edna does. Out of nowhere, she suddenly drives an uppercut into my belly. Once again, the breath whooshes out of me and I gag, my knees buckling, My abs are strong, but they weren't prepared. Quickly Edna gets me down in a clutch, snapping her legs around my waist and dragging me down with both hands locked behind my head. But she's reckoned without my enhanced athleticism, and my adrenalin rush. I'm in a lot of pain right now from her attacks, but through all these long months, being with Ryoko has forced me to endure a hell of a lot worse. I am able to recover from the pain long enough to send an elbow, muay thai style, crashing into the side of her face. The impact stuns Edna. Her limbs fall apart, away from me and down onto the mat. She reaches up weakly with her hands towards her face, but I ruthlessly force my forearm against her throat, pushing against her chin. She chokes and gags, and claws at my arms and my body with her long painted nails, but I'm heedless of these small injuries right now. A fury is rising in me. "You wanna play like that?" I grate. "Fine by me!" And I let my knee drop hard onto her belly. She gags, and starts retching helplessly, her eyes wide and tearing, her mouth open in a soundless "O". I grab her arms, which are now limp and unresisting like spaghetti, or long ropes of dough, and maneuver them out above her head, pinning them firmly. At the same time I wrap my thighs around her torso, locking my ankles beneath her. Her face is positioned right beneath my pert hanging breasts, and I can see the look of wild-eyed panic setting in, as she realizes she's trapped. In our last battle I remember how she forced a submission out of me with her leg strength, squeezing me into surrender. Now I take a deep breath, savouring the moment, before I clamp my still-strong legs together as hard as I can in a single, brutal surge of power. Edna makes a funny sound, like a very loud hiccup. Her whole facial expression now looks somewhat like that painting "The Scream", with her eyes and mouth flared open. I give another authoritative squeeze, and this time I keep the pressure on. I wonder if I'll break a rib, but somehow I'm not too concerned. This bitch was ready to just about rip my nipples off me. Her scream starts soft, then gradually becomes louder and more full-bodied, like a whistling kettle that's already boiling. She starts thrashing around in a paroxysm of pain, but I have her now. Her arms are pinioned firmly by mine, and no matter how she tries to use her strong legs to lever me off, or lever herself out of this hold, my own strong legs have trapped her like a vice. I can feel my whole body trembling as I channel all my strength into my legs, determined not to let up the pressure even a smidgeon. I'm putting forth my maximum power, and sustaining it. With this level of intensity, either I will tire first or she will be forced to break. The seconds pass. Edna's face is scarlet, and her expression is a rictus of desperation and agony. She's thrashing about in a frenzy now, trying to shake me off. A firm launch from one of her braced legs almost sends us onto our sides, but I grit my teeth, and use my core strength to slowly force her flat onto her back again. My back and my abdomen twinge with pain as I do this, and for a few precarious moments I feel as though my strength will give out and she'll roll on top of me again, but her strength fails first and she collapses, writhing helplessly in my hold. Jim is kneeling beside us, asking her energetically, "Edna! Do you give? Do you give!" A certain quality is in his voice, a quality I haven't heard or seen from him for months. It sounds pressing and urgent, the voice of a man with a desire of his very own, stemming from a mind of his own. Silently I exult to myself. Jim's still in there somewhere, and he wants me to win! "I won't let you down, Jim!" I think to myself, half-closing my eyes and drawing energy from deep within me to keep up the punishing leg scissors. The end, when it comes, is almost anticlimactic. "Oh god... I give... I give... let me go... I surrender... can't breathe... Katie please..." I hold the squeeze for just a few more seconds, to make doubly sure, then I slump, my legs trembling as I finally give them rest. I remain on my hands and knees above Edna though, whose body is convulsing slightly beneath mine, her face a mess of tears, sweat and ruined makeup. I turn to the side, to see how Ryoko is taking it. She's seated calmly, but her hands are gripping the armrests of the couch tightly. I can see her fingers clenched and her arm muscles standing out. She is glaring at me, but makes no move to rise. It seems she's going to allow me my victory at this time. Katie's Muscle Journey 010 I turn my attention back down to Edna, who's coughing and gasping, clearly still recovering from my deadly leg scissors. I hold her gaze for a few seconds to make sure she knows I've just beaten her, until she looks away in shame. Then I lower my torso slightly, and suddenly begin to rapidly batter her face with my modest breasts, whipping them across her cheeks. They're starting to show the marks she made when she clawed at them, but they'll heal without permanent injuries. I get some of her makeup smeared on my chest in the process, but somehow I don't mind one bit. Edna just whimpers as I beat her face up with my boobs. I've won. I've won! Even though she cheated and turned the match into a rough catfight, I still got the better of her with my tenacity and my muscles. I'm the stronger and better woman, and she knows it now! There's just one thing left to do: to establish sexual dominance over her. I release her hands and move up so I am kneeling over her face, pinning her biceps down on the mat with my shins. Jim comes to stand beside me, and I look up at his face. His eyes are shining with subdued pride, but a certain pride nevertheless. He casts Ryoko a hasty nervous glance, but seeing that Ryoko seems to be allowing me my victory, he is emboldened enough to reach for my right arm and raise it, saying, "The winner is Katie!" I turn my body towards Ryoko slightly and flex my left arm, while my right is held up in victory. She and I lock gazes for a few moments in a battle of wills, and she seems on the verge of getting up, but slowly she sinks back into her seat, her jaw set. I smile grimly at her. She knows now I am at the level of strength I used to be at my peak. Perhaps I've even surpassed myself and am stronger than I have ever been. "Well, take your prize, Katie," she says, surprisingly. I look down at Edna, who stares up at me frantically, but who is still too weak to dislodge me. I have an urge to sit on her face and force her to eat me out, but I've never trusted the snake that is Edna. I've just defeated her after all, and I can't trust her to accept her humiliation and not bite my pussy. So I decide instead to finger myself to an orgasm right above her face. Edna looks helplessly up at me as I spread my vagina lips with my fingers, stroke my sensitive nipples gently taking care not to hurt them, and rub myself. With the thrill of victory pulsing through me, it doesn't take long before I am dripping wet, my pussy flowing with juice. I'm moaning louder and louder, and Edna can only wince and squirm beneath me as I cum, working away at my clitoris, cumming so hard that I'm spraying a little bit all over her face, sprinkling my juices on her. Then I have another idea. "Come here, Jim, honey," I say, crooking a finger at him and beckoning. He looks over at Ryoko nervously, and I feel a momentary pang -- he is still under her thumb, after all, and not even an invitation from me will overcome that at this point. But Ryoko just sits there with an unreadable expression, and doesn't say anything to stop him...! "No, Ryoko, don't let her! Help me!" Edna cries out, but her "bestie" just ignores her, letting her fend for herself! I look down and grin evilly at her. "Time to take your punishment, slut, so just shut up," I say, revelling in the feeling of finally returning the insults she's given me all this time. She gives a sob, and complies. She is obediently quiet as Jim pulls his pants down revealing his erection, his oh so familiar erection, which he puts in front of my face. This is such a sweet triumph. I eagerly reach for his cock, guiding it into my mouth, feeling as if it's the old days before Ryoko came along. And it is doubly sweet that right now the hateful Edna is trapped right underneath me, forced helplessly to watch me blow Jim. I'm giving him the best blowjob I know how, and also flexing my arms so that he can grab my biceps to brace himself against my strong body. Only once do I pause, leaning my head back away from his cock, and ask, "Isn't this better than anything Ryoko does, Jim? Am I not the best, the strongest woman in your life?" "Oh baby... yes Katie... you've been a real trooper... you must be stronger than her now..." Jim moans hoarsely. "Look at how you've settled Edna... you can challenge Ryoko soon baby..." Still Ryoko says not a word. I sneak a glance -- she's sitting there with a leg propped up, looking for all the world as if she were watching a slightly boring home movie. "Oh I will honey, I will... and I'll win you back," I reply, pumping my arms extra hard, knowing he can feel my muscles undulate beneath his hands, before going back to sucking on his delicious cock. It's not long before he cums in long streams of hot semen, slapping the back of my throat. After Jim falls away from me, dazed with his orgasm, I look down at Edna, who's staring up at me in sullen silence. Purposefully, I shift my body back until I'm face to face with her again, my body entwined with hers as if we were lovers. She stiffens, knowing what's coming next, but some remaining defiance in her shows in her eyes, and she raises her chin as if daring me to do my worst. With Jim's cum still filling my mouth, at least the amount I haven't inadvertently swallowed, I lean down for a forceful kiss, repaying Edna in kind for what she did the previous time, swirling my tongue with hers, smearing the semen and my saliva all over her lips, completely messing up the lipstick she has on. With this kiss of triumph, I seal my victory over Edna. Then I look up at Ryoko, as Edna coughs and gags beneath me, already an afterthought. We hold each other's gazes levelly, but I detect something in her eyes that has never been there, something different this time. Then, abruptly, I have it -- she's actually worried. For the first time, I'm making her uncertain. After what she's just witnessed, plus her appraisal of my current level of prowess and muscular development, she knows, as I do, that I could take her. I really could. I slowly climb to my feet, while Edna rolls off to the side to sob quietly. Ryoko rises from the couch as well, and we stand in our silent faceoff for a few pregnant moments. I raise my hands to the collar around my neck. She doesn't say a word or move a muscle. Slowly, each little movement laden with significance, I unbuckle it, then hold it out between us. I let it fall to the floor. Then I say, hoarsely, "You're next. I challenge you." "Challenge accepted," she replies evenly. "Next week, right here. Hope you don't mind if Edna and Michelle are invited to watch..." "If they're coming," I say, prodding the still-supine Edna with a foot carelessly, "then Jessie and Penny are coming too." I'd need some insurance against her cheating, which is bound to happen. She steps closer, her nipples stiff as glass-cutters through the filmy material of her baby-T. I hold my ground, and we stand face to face, arms akimbo, my nipples brushing lightly against hers through the clothing. "Good," she breathes. "Then they'll get to see your humiliation in full, with the best seats in the house." "It's your humiliation they'll all be seeing, Ryoko. I'll be taking sweet revenge on you for what you've done to my sister and me," I hiss. Her lips twist in a grin of delight. "This is why I love what I've been doing with you, Katie," she practically purrs, putting her head forward to press against mine, as our noses touch. "Your spirit has been so, so much fun to break... it's truly inexhaustible, your stubbornness has been so incredible... it's going to be such a joy to crush it one last time, and hear you scream your final submission to me in front of the people who are closest to you. And then think of the life you'll live with me, which you've been getting a taste of these eight months... I think you and I, we're destined to do that forever. Katie... you complete me." When my voice comes out it's low and husky with restrained ferocity, such that even I'm unable to recognize it for a split second. "You have never... ever... broken my spirit, and you will never do it." We stay silent for a few moments, breathing heavily, my skin cooling as my sweat evaporates off my body, my chest heaving with emotion. "I actually heard about your sister and your girlfriend..." Ryoko says softly, with a slight chuckle. "They call themselves Team Katie, don't they? It was your baby sister who let slip to Michelle recently." I had heard about that encounter. It was two weeks ago, Jessie had mentioned it offhand. "Yeah, what of it? My sister and my best friend are behind me 100%," I reply defiantly. "Edna," Ryoko says without changing our stance. Edna is sitting on one side of the room, snivelling a bit over her painted nails, muttering about how she'd need another manicure. We've been ignoring her so far. "Would you like a chance to redeem yourself?" "W-would I ever! Yes!" she blurts. "Good. Katie, I have an idea. You put a lot of store in your... Team, don't you? They've trained with you, your sister even tried to fight for you, they've watched you lose again and again and still they're behind you... they love you, don't they?" "Yes, to all of that. What's your point?" "How much are you willing to stake... on the strength of your Team?" The question comes as a surprise. "What do you mean?" "Their strength. Physical, mental, emotional. Do you believe in them? Do you think you three can take on my own team? By which I mean, of course, Michelle and Edna." "In case you didn't get the memo, Ryoko," I growl, "I've already taken out Michelle, and I've just handed Edna's ass to her on a fucking plate." "Sure, you have. That's impressive. I won't take that away from you," she concedes in a low voice, surprisingly sincere. "But both fights were very, very close, and you lost badly to each of them before, so it's a tossup what a rematch would bring. But that's not my point. Here's my idea, Katie. "Team Katie... versus Team Ryoko. This is mainly about you and me, though, so we'll do it this way. Your Jessie and Penny, will first wrestle Michelle and Edna, separately, before our match. We're the team captains. Whichever team wins the first match, the captain will get to do any arm hold on the other one for three minutes. For the second match, it'll be a leg hold. This will be right before our contest." I draw back, stunned by the suggestion. I cannot help hesitating. Jessie and Penny are not here, so surely I can't make the decision for them to thrust them into the conflict directly. "Are you too much of a coward to just face me one on one, woman to woman, Ryoko?" I snap angrily. "This is between you and me, so leave the others out of this!" "What's the matter? You think your girls will cost you the match? You don't believe in them enough?" Her tone is mocking. Damn it! I can't back down from this. And truthfully... do I think Jessie and Penny can take down Michelle and Edna, in whatever combination? They're strong and skillful, but... I'm stronger than both of them combined, and I know for a fact Michelle and Edna combined would overwhelm me. Still... maybe they can pull it off. "I won't make this decision without their consent," I finally say. She cocks her head. "Phone's right there." Slowly I move over to the phone and dial Jessie's number, while Ryoko helps Edna up and the two of them begin whispering conspiratorially. Jim just looks on, with an expression of bemusement. He catches my gaze, and gives me a smile and a nod. I'm not sure what to make of that, and I make no response. My feelings for him experienced a brief resurgence just then, but -- it's completely stupid. After these months, he can't expect to just pick up our relationship where it left off! I think what I was feeling earlier was a lot more primal than wanting his love or affection again. It was the same feeling I've had with Ryoko so many times -- it was just the intensity of wanting to be the alpha female of the pack to mate with the alpha male... or, well, the only male in the vicinity, at any rate. "Yelp?" That's Jessie. "Sup, sis?" "Jess, listen." And I tell her what Ryoko's just proposed. I've barely finished explaining when she bursts into a stream of chatter. "Katie, that's great! That's fucking great! Fuck, yeah! Even that bitch can have a good idea once in a while! Tell her yes, for fuck's sake!" "Jess, wait... what... do you know what this means? And Penny doesn't even know!" I protest feebly. "Says who? She's right here... hold on..." Silence -- I can hear the both of them now. Coincidence, it seems, that they just happen to be out together, although they do spend a lot of time in each other's company, so perhaps the odds were high after all. She must be explaining to Penny now. "Katie?" It's Penny's voice. "Katie, this is great -- Jessie and I were actually wishing something like this might come up, for us to help you more directly against her. We can help you stick it to that Edna bitch, especially!" "Yeah!" Jessie cheers in the background. "Well, actually... you know, I just beat the crap out of her," I say, glancing over at Edna, who pouts and glares and me, her face still smudged disgustingly as a result of my victory actions. I can't help feeling quite smug about that. The thrill of victory is still sending adrenalin surging through my body. "Holy...! Oh wow... wow wow... Jessie, she just beat Edna...!" I can hear the two of them whooping and hollering, probably embracing ecstatically. I wonder what the people around them must be thinking. Jessie's voice comes on again. "Ok Katie," she sounds more serious now, "Penny and I, our answer is, totally HELL yeah. But you make the choice, ok? Do you think we're up to it? Because, we're going to fight our heart out to give you every advantage we can against Ryoko, and obviously we want the opposite not to happen. Do you... do you believe in us?" I bite my lip as I think. With every second that is passing, it creates the impression that I'm not fully confident in the pair of them. Am I? No. I can't think like this. Where would I be if I didn't believe in them? Where would I be without them? Where would I be, if I didn't believe in my own ability to endure and win through whatever is thrown at me? Even if they do lose and if I get six minutes of disadvantage in the most important wrestling match of my life... I won't blame them, of course. "Sis," I say hoarsely, my throat suddenly dry, "of course I do. I would be honoured if you and Penny accept this challenge, and we fight as a team." "Yes! Ok... we'll see you tomorrow... we don't have much time so let's kick up our training immediately!" With that, we say our goodbyes and I hang up. Turning back to Ryoko and meeting her disdainfully questioning gaze, I simply give a brief curt nod. "It's on." "Great," she smiles. Edna meanwhile has cleaned herself up a bit, and glares daggers at me. She'd no doubt love to claw my eyes out, but she's still smouldering from the humiliation I've just dished out to her. She knows that for the moment at least, she can't take me. But she'll have a chance now to strike a blow against me. I put them out of my mind as I turn to go and wash up before turning in for the night. My gaze briefly meets Jim's, before I wordlessly turn away. This really isn't about him anymore -- I feel sure now. It's about Ryoko and me. Katie's Muscle Journey 011 ** This is the first of 2 parts. I decided to split it up like this to make the length even. Also, I think this is an ideally-sized chunk to take in at once. I have been very busy, so I've taken a while with this last installment. I hope I'll be able to finish the next one soon. Thanks for bearing with the wait, and hope you enjoy this. ** "Come on... one more..." I groan, barely registering my sister's words. My arms are on fire as I force myself to lower the bar ever so slowly, on my last set of preacher curls for the day. Only when my arms are straight do I finally let go, the barbells falling with a loud clang. "Nice burn, huh?" Penny says. She finished a while ago, and is just sitting there, relaxing and sipping water. I slump, letting my expression speak for me -- the pump in my biceps is a familiar and exhilarating feeling. It's a sensation that tells me I'm making progress, getting better -- for what I have to do in just 2 days' time. "I don't know why you are bothering to pump your biceps," Jessie grumbles as she goes over to sit on the bench with Penny. The 3 of us, dressed in sports bras and tights, have been attracting attention in the gym for the past couple of weeks, though of course we ignore the stares of men and women alike. The women mostly look at us a bit disapprovingly as they exit the studio where they do their yoga and pilates and whatnot. Not to knock yoga or pilates of course, they have their place -- but it's not something I've ever done. The men... well, naturally they look at us a bit lasciviously. None of us 3 look like bodybuilders, though I probably come the closest. But there is something appealing, I like to think, about a woman in an "unglamorous" sort of state, as she is sweating buckets while working her body. Jessie and Penny are what people would call "lean", or "toned", but some would go so far as to call them "ripped", and not in a good way either. Well, by this time, I doubt any of us really care at all. "You ought to have done more of the functional stuff, rather than the cosmetic stuff like bicep work," Jessie continues. I grin and pump a double-bicep flex at her, causing several pairs of eyes to suddenly revolve and fixate upon me. A few feet away, a guy drops a dumbbell on his foot, and mutters a sharp curse under his breath. I can't help wincing a bit on his behalf -- if it broke a nail, he's going to have to go shoeless for a month. "What, and miss the opportunity to outflex Ryoko with these guns?" I say. "Relax, sis, you've been training right with me. You know how much my basic lifts and my cardio have improved. Even my flexibility's gone up. I just pump these because... well, because Ryoko and I are alike that way. We both know it'll get to her if I can outdo her in this superficial area. It's a psychological thing as much as a physical one." "You are nothing alike," Jessie retorts. "No wait, you know what, I think they are," Penny says, her eyes widening. "It's one of those... you know, 'We are not so different, you and I' things. Oh no -- Katie is going to betray us and go over to the Dark Side!" Jessie cuffs her on the back of the head and they dissolve into giggles. The past two weeks could be condensed into an "Eye of the Tiger" training montage or something, if my life were ever made a movie. We've been training and sparring on alternate days, with the clear goal in mind of just getting plain better at our wrestling. Penny's aware she can't make up for her lack of raw strength in such a short time, and she's been working on her speed, reflexes and stamina with circuit training. Jessie's been following the same program as me, except that I've had to punish myself with intensive cardio, which she beats me at. I've been forcing myself to keep pace with her, until my limbs were rubbery and my lungs hurting. The final match is going to go something like this: each of us on Team Katie will face someone from Team Ryoko, with Ryoko and I being the final decisive match. Whoever wins the first match will give their team captain a 3-minute arm torture on her opponent. For the second, it'll be a 3-minute leg torture. Meaning, if Penny and Jessie can win both their matches, I will get to handicap Ryoko for 6 minutes straight before we even begin anything. Of course, the converse is true as well. *** The day has arrived at last. We've spent the last 2 days just eating and sleeping, pretty much, when I'm not doing anything else. No strenuous physical activity whatsoever, as our muscle cells repair themselves and become stronger than before. No more muscle soreness, or latent fatigue. I've taken various measures to make sure Ryoko doesn't sabotage me in any way, like give me laxatives, or deprive me of sleep, or anything of the kind. This fight is going to be as fair as it will ever be. "Ok, both our matches are important, but... I think Ryoko will send Michelle at us first," Jessie says seriously, as we strip down in my room to get ready. "Michelle can clearly whip Edna's skank ass in a straight fight, and she's clearly the 'tank' of their team. I think, knowing her, she'll want to demoralize us as early as possible. So, I'll go take her on," she finishes. "I've been waiting to get my hands on her fat ass for a long time anyways, especially how she treated you back then." "Ok, then, Edna's mine," Penny says. "You can beat her, right? Use your speed, like we discussed," Jessie reminds her. "Yes, I remember, and don't worry Katie," Penny flashes me a grin, "if it comes down to it, I got the muscle to take her on too." She pumps a bicep at me. I smile, but remain silent. For both of these matches, their opponents will have the clear advantage in size and weight. I think they can see the anxiety in my eyes. I can't show them this -- I've got to boost their confidence, as any good team captain would do. "Katie... trust me, I'll be fighting my heart out for you," Penny says to me, gripping my hand tightly. "No -- come on!" I grab both of them by the forearms. "Just... just go out there and do your best, alright? One thing we must not do today -- we mustn't blame each other for anything. I won't even think of doing that. If either of you loses... or maybe both... it's not your fault. You get me? I'll just take the forfeits. I'll still beat her." Jessie looks a bit dubious at that but Penny grabs my arm eagerly and nods, her eyes shining. We do a final group hug. I mean every word too, and I whisper to them again as our foreheads touch that they should just do their best, and not worry about me. If Ryoko beats me today, it'll be no one's fault but my own, and I'll accept the outcome. "Take her down, Katie," they whisper fiercely. Then we walk out the door. It's go time. *** The room has been cleared for the confrontation. All the furniture has been moved to the sides. There're even mats on the floor -- no more carpet burn. And there they are -- there she is. Our eyes lock immediately and I clench my fists involuntarily. Ryoko has a towel robe draped over her body. She stands cockily, hands on hips, in a casual stance, her breasts and abs exposed. Michelle and Edna flank her like bodyguards, with folded arms, looking formidable and cocky. All three of them have oiled bodies, really enhancing their look -- even for chunky Michelle. Penny and Jessie flank me as well, glancing towards me with a protective air as the three of us step forward to face off. Jim stands to the side, looking at all of us with his customary silly grin plastered on his face, despite some perfunctory efforts to conceal it. What onlooker would not gape, anyway, at this sight of the six of us? Jim must be thinking, whether Ryoko or I end up being the loser today, he's coming out on top. He gets to shack up with the winner. In addition, before that, he gets to feast his eyes on the sight of the three winners, with big strapons that are on the dining table, fucking the losers any way they want, before the losers are ejected from the house (except for me, of course -- I'd have to stay as Ryoko's house slave). That sight would whet any man's appetite, I daresay. Though, I can't help feeling a slight chill at the thought that it might not only be me, but also my dear sister and best friend, suffering that forfeit along with me... but no. Mustn't think of that. As Ryoko and I lock gazes, I feel my spine tingle with repressed tension. Almost one year... one whole year of being under this woman's thumb, being subject to various forms of daily degradation, always having to live with the awareness that I couldn't physically best this woman who swooped in one day and snatched my man away from me -- With a slow graceful motion, Ryoko raises her arms, letting the robe slide off her body in a showy gesture. Despite how ridiculous it may seem -- her in a towel robe, in my apartment living room, behaving like a glamorous boxer or wrestler -- her utter self-possession is completely convincing. Even I feel my breath catch in my throat as she reveals her entire body in its full splendour. Her oiled muscles gleam under the lights. Her breasts appear larger and fuller than before -- she's clearly gotten a small boob job, but very well-done -- they still look quite natural. She has the physique of a bodybuilder by now, not merely a fitness athlete, and she is lean and menacingly ripped. Edna and Michelle step back respectfully as Ryoko strikes a graceful flex, putting a foot forward to flex her developed thigh and calf, her arm muscles bulging, her torso a work of art to put a Greco-Roman cuirass to shame. I put my foot forward, and I discover I don't feel as self-conscious as I feared I would -- I've gone beyond that now. I feel a thrill of excitement and I'm almost trembling with the strength of the resolve flowing through me. Raising my arms, I match her pose, flex for flex. Although I know I don't look quite as defined as she does, my physique has a "cleaner" and somewhat more natural look, the kind that belies great strength and fitness. Muscle size isn't everything, I remind myself -- yet I can't resist clenching my fists as hard as I can as I try to make my arms look bigger than hers. She's doing the same, and our eyes flick back and forth between each other's arms. Our teammates are staring in some awe, knowing that Ryoko and I are the true foci of today's contest, with the best bodies in the room. Slowly, we begin to perform a silent posing routine in front of each other, not letting up on our smouldering battle of wills. We're moving smoothly from one pose to another, and I can tell she has had plenty of experience posing, perhaps even on the stage. I feel a bit amateurish in comparison, since I'm not a real bodybuilder or figure competitor and I just go with what feels naturally the best way to showcase my muscles. Still, I can't let this get to me. I think she knows as well as I do, as everyone does, that finally, after all this time, I am just about a match for her in every department. Deltoids... lats... pecs... glutes... quads... Ryoko and I are putting forth our best, comparing each major muscle group. I can see the uncertainty in her eyes that she tries to cover up with arrogance and disdain. "This is the best you can do after so long, Katie?" she says, breaking the silence, and she takes a deep breath and bends over slightly, doing a crab pose, or most muscular pose. "Maybe you were destined to be my slave..." "I didn't have to go take steroids and get a boob job to get this body, Ryoko," I reply coolly. "And at the end of all this, you're going to realize who the better woman is at long last." So saying I lean down putting my face level with hers, hunching over, and perform my own best imitation of the crab pose. She bares her teeth, almost snarling, and her body trembles as she does this pose, which puts a person's musculature on full display as much as possible. Her neck looks almost bullish, with bulging traps seen at this angle, joined to large sculpted deltoids. I've seen myself in the mirror enough to know, though, that my level of development is similar. "It's like natural girl versus steroid bitch," Jessie comments. "And Katie's clearly the winner here!" Penny pipes up. "You're both fucking deluded," Michelle rasps, gesturing at Ryoko. "Just look at that body! She's built like a goddess!" "Yeah, she looks so much more beast than pathetic Katie," Edna sneers. Slowly, Ryoko and I straighten up, never taking our eyes off each other, and we both hold out our hands to restrain our teammates, to stop them coming to blows before the contest starts proper. "We'll let our muscles do the talking, girls," Ryoko says, a slight smirk twisting her lips. "Ok, girls... um... as we agreed... Ryoko and Katie will now come to me and announce their first representative," Jim says. His face is flushed and sweating. Ryoko leans in first, whispering in his ear, then gives it a nibble before drawing back, winking at me. I look back at her coolly. By now, something like that is no longer an effective emotional weapon to use against me. By the same token, though, I know that just thinking of doing my very best for my man, wanting to fight my heart out for him, will no longer serve as a powerful motivator. But then, even when I had it, what good did it do me? When I was fighting so hard, giving it my all, not to be shamed in front of him, or not to embarrass him, didn't I lose just about every time? He even actively took part in my public humiliation at the strip club -- I haven't forgotten that. Now I think I have a much better, stronger reason to fight, a much more empowering one. My sister, my best friend... we've grown so close in all this time. For them, I know that I can fight to my very last ounce of strength. For them, I know that as long as I can still stand on my feet and fight, Ryoko can't put me down. I whisper in Jim's ear, then pull back, without giving him any more attention, ignoring his look of startled disappointment. Then it strikes me -- maybe I should be behaving more sweetly to him, because he's the referee here. Oh no... I hope I haven't sabotaged my teammates inadvertently... "The first match, for the 3 minute arm torture -- will be between Edna and Jessie!" he proclaims. What? Edna? We give each other involuntary startled looks. We guessed wrong! Penny especially has to quickly swallow a look of dismay, but can't entirely hide it -- she'll have to wrestle Michelle, who's easily twice her girth all over! "Ok, there's nothing for it," Jessie quickly decides, showing her natural strength of character. "I'm going to beat her down. Penny, do your best -- use your quickness. Katie -- flex." I'm a bit surprised by this last comment, but quickly I comply. My sister grabs my arms, and in a flash plants two quick kisses on them. "I won't let them be hurt," she promises, grinning, and turns to face Edna on the wrestling mat. "How corny," Edna sneers in her irritating high-pitched voice that grates on my nerves. Penny and I sit down cross-legged at the sides, with Ryoko and Michelle across the room from us. Jessie and Edna begin limbering up, stretching, as Jim quickly rattles off the terms of the match: victory will be by voiced or tapped submission, a ten-count-pin, a twenty-count countout, or the inability to continue, which he will judge. There is to be no scratching, hair-pulling, elbowing or eye-gouging -- so that's Edna's preferred catfight style out the window. There is nothing, however, said about attacks to the breasts -- all of us know such attacks will be incredibly painful, but will be something we want to inflict on each other. "Just think, how disappointed your sister is going to be with you, when Ryoko is twisting her arms like a pretzel," Edna coos, as they drop into a crouch. Jessie doesn't rise to the bait, but instead darts forward, her hand flashing out. Before Edna can react, Jessie has landed a stinging slap on her mouth. Edna gasps and draws back, her eyes wide. Immediately, Jessie goes in low, putting one arm around her waist and another around her thigh. With a twist of her rippling back muscles, Jessie upends Edna, sending her crashing down onto the mat! What an awesome opening that was! Penny and I can't resist grabbing each other's hands in excitement. Ryoko and Michelle are drawn up, eyes glittering, as they watch Jessie take early control, grabbing hold of Edna's wrists and sliding up on her oiled body, trying to wrap her legs around Edna's. Edna is far from being down for the count, however -- her bimbotic face twisted with rage, she bucks like a wildcat. Their arms flail about wildly as Jessie starts to lose control. Jessie is bucked off, and quickly rolls away, getting to her feet at the same time as Edna. They begin circling each other more warily. Edna reaches out with her hands, seeking a trial of strength. Her oiled muscular arms gleam. Slowly, Jessie reaches forward -- but just as her right hand joins with Edna's left, Edna's foot flashes out, hitting Jessie in the sternum. "Sis! Jim, that's a foul!" I cry out, as Jessie doubles over, and Edna quickly steps forward, still clasping fingers with Jessie. She hooks her right arm with Jessie's, and locks her right hand on her left forearm, trapping Jessie's right arm in a vise. As Jim turns to Penny and me shrugging and explaining that strikes to the torso are fine, Ryoko and Michelle give each other a high-five. Jessie is forced down onto one knee, her right knee -- and Edna applies a vise lock to her captive right arm, her fingers mercilessly forcing back Jessie's hand painfully, as if in an unfair test of strength. "Aaarghh..." Jessie cries out with pain, the sound heartrending to my ears. I clench my fists and watch as she slaps ineffectually with her free hand on Edna's side, and tries to use the strength of her right arm alone to counter both of Edna's arms. She tries to push herself upwards, her left hand pushing at Edna's chin, but Edna just leans away from her pushing force, and continues bending Jessie's arm. Jessie's right arm muscles bulge out as she tries valiantly to fight this unequal battle, but her trembling arm is forced back at an ever more awkward angle until tears of pain are now being squeezed out from her eyes. "Nooo..." she moans, in response to Jim asking her if she wants to give. Her arm is being tortured... Edna suddenly slips her right arm out, releasing the vise, but quickly snapping it around Jessie's head in a frontal headlock. As Jessie struggles to rise, Edna sends a knee crashing into her midriff, causing her body to visibly sag. Penny and I scream again, and Jim urgently remonstrates with his ex not to use too many such striking moves. Edna throws him an unreadable glance, then glances over at me. Her lips curl. Her left arm flexes powerfully, completely dominating Jessie's right arm now, and her left triceps stand out as she holds Jessie's head in a powerful crushing grip. Jessie is now down on both knees, Edna half-crouching in front of her, applying sheer muscle power to squeeze her into submission. Jessie's hand grips Edna's left arm for several long minutes. Jim asks her again and again, if she wants to give, since she is making no headway in breaking out. Each time, Jessie's refusal grows fainter and harder to hear. Her right arm is limp now, and Edna is just playing with it, using it to cause more pain. Then, Edna slowly lets herself down onto her back, wrapping her powerful swimmer's legs around Jessie's toned midriff. Still maintaining the front chancery headlock and the grip on Jessie's poor hand, Edna begins pulsing her powerful legs, as if she were pumping out strokes in the pool. Her thigh muscles ripple with visible power, and Jessie's body spasms in tandem, as she tries to endure the squeezing. "I must break you..." Edna grates in a low voice, directing it down at Jessie's trapped head, rocking her hard for emphasis. Katie's Muscle Journey 011 Fight on, Jessie... don't give up... tears blur my vision as I look on at my sister's predicament, knowing that she is suffering right now all because she wants to fight for me. I blink my tears furiously away -- I won't give the three of them any more satisfaction. Penny is weeping tears of anger openly, however. "Come on Jessie, don't give up, fight back," she calls out again. Jessie's left hand stretches out... she can no longer use it to accomplish anything right now... but her fingers clench into a fist. Her legs are still kicking sporadically, a last show of resistance. Jim is now observing carefully, looking at Jessie's clenched fist, waiting to see if she taps. Edna is breathing slightly raggedly, but still regularly, her cardiovascular stamina clearly at peak levels, as her solid swimmer's physique entraps my sister's body and slowly, slowly overwhelms it. Still Jessie refuses to tap. Her fist trembles, but doesn't unclench. The rest of her body is still now. She's still not tapping. Then... her fingers slowly come open... her legs give one last futile kick... and Jim is pushing at Edna, telling her to release the hold, Jessie's out... Jessie's out... she's out cold... Edna gets up and punches the air, parading around a bit in victory while Ryoko and Michelle applaud her. Penny and I help Jessie to our side, Penny anxiously asking her if she's ok. She's swooning, but coming back to consciousness. She fought to the brink of a total KO, just for me... refusing to submit until the very end. She's coming to. She's murmuring, "No... no... not yet... I can still..." "Jess, Jess it's ok..." I say, my voice sounding choked. I wipe the tears off my face furiously. "You did your best... I'm so proud of you..." "No..." Jessie struggles to sit up slowly. On the other side, Michelle and Edna are hugging it out and celebrating, and Ryoko sits there looking queenly and regal, gazing over at us with satisfaction. "Katie... I'm sorry..." Jessie says, sounding broken. My dear sister has just been wrestled painfully into defeat by one of my rivals, for my sake. This feels so terrible. "No honey, you did great," I tell her. "She just played dirty and got you with a trick... I should've told Jim not to allow strikes. I'm so sorry you were put through that..." "No, we knew what we were going into," Jessie insists. "I was careless... and I wasn't strong enough to beat her... and now, your arms..." She strokes my arms, looking chagrined. I smile at her and flex my guns, looking over to meet Ryoko's eyes, and say loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Don't worry Jessie. It'll take a lot more than she can dish out to beat these." I'm not going to let them think they're psyching us out. I have to stay strong and project confidence. Penny's worrying enough as it is. Penny looks me deep in the eyes and says, "I'm not going to tap out or submit either, Katie. If Jessie didn't do it, I won't either. I'm going to beat her somehow." "Go get her, tigress," I smile bravely at her, despite my heart being in my mouth. "Yeah, kick her fat ass," Jessie adds, leaning against me as we settle down to watch Penny's match. Michelle is waiting, a gleeful look on her face, and as Penny stands in front of her with hands on hips, Michelle cannot resist hooting with laughter. Ryoko and Edna are also showing their mirth. "Ooh, so my opponent is Lil' Miss Anorexia!" Michelle crows. "Don't worry, Penny, I'll help you with your puking... when I do the Heimlich maneuver on you!" This is ridiculous... Penny may be on the skinny side still, but she's lean and fit, not at all unhealthily thin. But nonetheless, she flushes, and shoots back, "I'll be the one to make you puke, and you should thank me -- I'll be doing you a real favour! Don't get asthma for our match, Lady Lardy!" "Shut your mean little mouth, bitch," Michelle snarls, rather hypocritically. Jim barely has time to chop his hand down to start them off, and Michelle is already lunging at Penny with arms wide outstretched. But Penny quickly dances back out of range, and circles to the side, giving us a frontal view of Michelle's bare torso. Her breasts still swing pendulously, but have reduced somewhat in size. Their training regimen must have really borne fruit, too. As she swerves around to face the nimble Penny, the sinuous muscles twist under her skin and fat, reminding me that she is far from unfit. Penny seems to realize this, too, from the wary expression on her face. The two begin a cat-and-mouse chase, circling around, Penny trying to maintain enough space between her and Michelle, and Michelle trying to close that space. At one point, Michelle almost grabs Penny, but Penny ducks under one of her arms and makes use of Michelle's slick skin to slide away just in time, backing away hastily. But how long can she keep this up? Where can she attack? How can she win the match? Michelle is breathing hard but doesn't seem in great difficulty yet, and this is tiring for Penny too. Then Penny steps forward and kicks out at Michelle's knees! Her heel strikes the top of Michelle's knee, and Michelle gasps in pain, stumbling a little. Now there's some payback for the "strikes are ok" stipulation! Ryoko is banging her fist on her hand and snapping angrily at Jim, while Edna acts all shocked, as if Penny has done something heinous. "Jim, you have to stop that! We're talking body strikes, not strikes on the joints," Ryoko says. "Bullshit! If you can use strikes, so can we!" I retort furiously. Jim wavers, looking from side to side at Ryoko and me, as Penny and Michelle pause momentarily. For a moment, I can see the appraising look in his eyes: which of us looks the more attractive to him right now? My arms are going to be weakened -- am I more likely to call the shots after today, or Ryoko? "P-Penny, you can't use any moves that might cause dislocation or permanent injuries," he says in the end. Jessie grits her teeth in disgust, and Penny looks daunted, while Michelle sneers. "But... that move was alright, just be more careful," he finishes. So he is playing it right down the middle. Alright... at least Penny has a fair shot... I am much less concerned about the penalty that accrues to me if she loses, than about the amount of pain she has to go through with this. Also, she has her own womanly pride to consider -- I want her to win. I want very badly for her to beat Michelle. Michelle makes another approach. This time Penny puts her kickboxing classes to good use, snapping a side kick that hits the side of Michelle's knee. Michelle stumbles -- but Penny hasn't gotten back out of range fast enough! Michelle lays her hands on Penny's shoulders! Their arms tangle, before they settle into an elbow-and-collar clutch. Immediately, Michelle's superior size, weight and strength begin to tell, even with a slightly injured knee. Penny's muscles strain -- but she is swung around like a rag doll, and tossed to the mat, in the centre of the room. She staggers to her feet quickly, but Michelle is now stalking her menacingly, in no hurry to press her advantage. Penny backs away cautiously, a look of trepidation in her eyes, now that she has felt Michelle's strength overpowering hers. Then she casts a glance at me and Jessie, and her jaw firms. She looks back at Michelle with a resolute look. They crouch, swatting away at each other's hands, and Penny makes the next attack, making a grab for Michelle's outstretched hand. She succeeds! She twists her body around, getting Michelle in an arm bar. But Michelle moves quickly too -- I didn't know she could move so quickly! She's slipped her oiled arm free, her skin is too slippery for Penny to hold onto like that, and now she's behind Penny! No! "Ahh!" Penny has time to get a choked cry out before Michelle's big arms lock around her thin trim waist. She's in trouble! Michelle almost engulfs her from behind with her larger frame and thickset physique! Penny is strong and lithe -- but now she looks so fragile... thrashing around helplessly in Michelle's rear bearhug... trying unsuccessfully to slip out somehow. Michelle has Penny fully in her clutches. Penny is grabbing at Michelle's wrists. I can see her arm muscles flexing as she strains to somehow get some space, reduce some of the constriction about her waist... "Heh heh heh... you're so thin," Michelle chortles as she bends Penny forward with her body weight. "You don't want to lose, do you? Just think of it... our Ryoko having her way with Katie's legs for a full three minutes... she won't even be able to stand properly after that... and it'll all be your fault..." Penny's face is a mask of determined anger. "I... won't... lose..." she grates, baring her teeth and swinging her elbow backwards. It connects with the side of Michelle's jaw! The big Michelle staggers away, and Penny turns around -- but Ryoko and Edna are screaming with outrage, and Jim steps in to intervene. He tries to hold Penny back from Michelle, and Penny disgustedly steps away from him -- she's in this naked wrestling match for my sake, but she's still not fully comfortable with being nude in front of him. "What's the matter?!" Jessie demands. "No strikes to the face!" Edna shouts back. "Except slapping," she quickly adds, as an afterthought. Damn it... she's right... but it was Penny's only chance! Penny is looking furious with herself, but she couldn't have elbowed any lower portion effectively, thanks to Michelle's sheer girth as well as the thickness of her arms. "Alright girls, but no, this shouldn't rate as disqualification," Jim is saying to the three of them. Michelle is rubbing her cheek, which doesn't show any signs of serious injury -- she's just malingering, the bitch. "We'll restart the match, but from a position of handicap, like college wrestling," he decides, holding out his hands in a placatory manner towards the three of them. They look at each other, considering this, then Michelle pronounces herself satisfied. "Just keep her down, and don't let her recover from there," Ryoko instructs her. "Don't need you to tell me that," Michelle scoffs. "I'll crush her!" "Girls... do you agree? Otherwise, Penny's disqualified," Jim says, turning to us. "As if we have a choice," Penny shoots back angrily. "I'm sorry Katie... but don't worry... I won't give up," she promises me. "Wriggle out as soon as you can," Jessie advises her quietly and hurriedly. "Try to whip your body around so you're behind her, like we've practiced." "Got it," Penny whispers back, and she goes to face Michelle in the centre of the room again. She gets down on all fours, and Michelle hunches over her sideways, one hand on Penny's left arm, the other reaching intrusively between Penny's legs. They tense. "Ready... wrestle!" And Penny immediately scrambles -- but Michelle's cut her off, damn, how is she so fast! She has got a secure grip on Penny from behind -- she's above her, keeping her on all fours. Penny's trying to wriggle out to the front, but Michelle's arm snakes around her neck...! With a heave Michelle tosses her lower body on top of Penny. Penny's face blanches, as Michelle's big arm tightens around her in a sleeper hold, and she collapses flat onto the mat. Penny is trapped. Michelle is now plastering Penny down onto the mat, all along the length of her slim, lithe body. Her fat but strong arm has entrapped Penny's face, which is turning red. They're facing us, giving us a full view of their faces, and the triumphant and self-satisfied expressions of their teammates behind them. Penny's eyes bulge, as she clutches at Michelle's arms uselessly. Her mouth opens, as she tries to suck in some air. Beside me, Jessie pounds the floor in frustration and curses, her voice cracking with tearful rage. I feel numb... staring into Penny's beautiful round eyes, her friendly cheerful face now distorted with pain, panic and suffocation... "You will lose..." Michelle coos, into Penny's ear, but loudly enough for us to hear, since there is no other sound in the room but the sound of their struggle. "Will... not... lose..." Penny chokes out, her voice getting weaker by the second. "Give up... tap... tap and you can breathe... do it, right in front of Katie... let her see how weak you are..." Michelle continues the verbal battering. "No..." Penny's tongue is lolling out. Her drool trickles out of the corner of her mouth, onto the mat. Her eyes remain fixed on me, and I know what it means, that she refuses to even reach her hand out to tap the mat. She's telling me -- telling us -- that like Jessie, she'll fight on to the very end, for my sake. "Penny..." I whisper. Should I cheer her on in this hopeless situation, or tell her to tap? Suddenly, it's a moot point. Penny's eyelids flutter... then her eyes close. She goes limp. Luckily Jim is watching closely and the moment this happens he's shouting at Michelle and grabbing at her, telling her to release the hold. Michelle holds it for a moment longer, looking straight at me, then stands up. She plants a foot on Penny's back, and flexes her arms, baring her teeth at me in a grimace of hate. "Alright, that's enough, get off," Jim says, waving her off. He's kneeling beside Penny, trying to rouse her. Jessie has got out some smelling salts. We both get Penny over to our side, and while I cradle her head Jessie puts them to Penny's nose. Soon, Penny stirs, then wrinkles her nose. "Dammit... what is that..." she murmurs. I feel relief wash through me and I smile down at her, my vision blurry with tears again. "Fuck..." she says next, as she realizes she was squeezed into unconsciousness. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Jessie and I embrace Penny as she begins to cry. "Katie... I'm sorry... I was so pathetic... couldn't do anything... now your legs... you worked so hard, and now..." My sister has tears in the corners of her eyes too. "She's right," she says in a low voice. "You shouldn't have invited us to this challenge with you. We've dragged you down... Now it won't be a fair fight at all, after all the training and suffering you've been put through..." I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. Why am I shaking? It's different, when you are in the middle of a match, and you get caught up in it. Whatever pain comes, from whatever move your opponent does, it's part of the dance. But this... this... I'm going to be at Ryoko's mercy, for 6 minutes of torture. I'll have to adopt whatever pose she wants me to. She's going to sadistically enjoy every moment of it. I'll have to wait, for the sensation of pain that'll come, and be maintained without cease for 3 long minutes at a time. And I won't be able to escape. My arms, my legs... they will be hurt, and I will know it's coming, and be able to do nothing about it. This is why Ryoko and I both accepted the terms. Each of us wanted to inflict this damage, both psychological and physical, on the other. They're looking at me, Jessie and Penny. "Team Katie." I suddenly feel as if I've let them down. Putting them through this, letting the both of them be knocked out cold, risking all the danger associated with asphyxiation. I give them a fierce hug, and then look at each of them in turn. "You did your best. Thank you. I love you both. And that is why I'm going to get revenge for you now," I say, the emotion welling up in my chest. "Whatever Ryoko does to me, I absolutely... will... not... quit. I will not get counted out, I will not get pinned, I will not submit, I will not tap. I'm going to win this. For you." Jessie and Penny draw me into a tight hug, their tears flowing down their faces and onto my shoulders. I look across and meet Ryoko's gaze. Her eyes are flinty, her smile wintry. I will win. Or... she will squeeze the very life out of me. And if I survive, that will mean I'm her slave for life. I'd rather die. Katie's Muscle Journey 012 Chapter 12: The Final Contest (Part 2) I place my hands on Jessie's and Penny's shoulders and give them one final reassuring squeeze, before I get up. They sit slumped with fatigue, their hair matted with sweat, their bodies dripping sweat from their exertions. Ryoko stands in the middle of the ring, with arms folded across her chest. I swallow hard as I brace myself mentally, and step forward to stand in front of her. Jim is beside the timer, which shows 3:00. He will start the timer when my torture begins and it will sound out when time is up, at which point he will make sure Ryoko releases whatever hold she has put me in. Or, I hope he does. "Lie facedown," Ryoko instructs, gesturing. "Facing... your team." Slowly, I lower myself onto the mat, and lie with my left cheek on the mat. "Arms straight beside you." I comply. I notice Michelle and Edna moving to the side for a better look. They want to catch the sight of my face as I go through the torture. Ryoko, of course, wants me to show my suffering on my face in full view of Jessie and Penny. I have to try and conceal it as best as I can. She sits herself none too gently on my lower back, and grabs my wrists. I feel her legs snake around my arms, and I feel a chill -- it's not just any simply hammerlock or even an armbar she'll put me through, it's a lotus lock! Very relaxing for her -- but near maximum agony for me! She couldn't have made a better choice -- this is the kind of move she'd never be able to put on me properly as long as I still had fight left in my body. But right now, I have to passively receive it. The timer starts. Immediately I feel the searing pain in my shoulder joints as Ryoko crosses her legs and crunches my arms close together behind my back, pulling on my wrists to help extend my arms and overcome my resistance. Involuntarily my mouth opens wide in a silent scream. Then I catch sight of the horror on Jessie and Penny's faces, and with an effort of will I force my countenance into as mild an expression I can manage. I try a smile. From the looks on their faces, they're not fooled. Ryoko's shins pin my neck down, while to the side she stretches my arms. She must be exerting next to no effort. I can only grit my teeth. Wait... now she's grabbed my captive right arm, and she's drawing it up towards her. She laces her fingers with mine. The witch... she's bending my fingers, my wrist. The pain shoots down my arm and joins with the pain in my shoulder. I flex my forearm to resist, but she has all the leverage and is using both her hands. "Come on Katie, scream!" That was Edna. I've shut my eyes with the pain. I let out a soft groan. This just makes Ryoko wrench harder on my right hand. I mustn't cry out... won't give them that satisfaction. How long has it been? Surely more than half the time is up. I turn my face awkwardly towards Jim and the timer. Oh... just entering the second minute... Ryoko keeps her fingers laced with my right, and reaches for my left, which I am too late to prevent since I only feel her fingers just as they lace with mine. Now she cruelly bends both my wrists. My body begins to shake a bit, as the pain courses through my arms. Have to resist... just have to endure... Finally! It's over. Ryoko doesn't let go immediately, and Jim comes to urge her to let go. Jessie and Penny half-rise menacingly, and Ryoko quickly releases me. I look up and see their concerned gazes and their tear-filled eyes. I am breathing hard, and all my arm joints twinge, but otherwise I feel ok... I think. I'm glad I didn't scream out. "Turn around, Katie," Ryoko instructs, the delight evident in how her voice purrs. Slowly, reluctantly, I brace myself, my arms still trembling slightly, and turn over to see her standing at my feet, her eyes ogling my muscled legs with a hard glint in her gaze. She reaches down, and inwardly I sigh. Of course -- what else? The figure four leglock. The move that only exists in TV professional wrestling. It does hurt like hell if applied to an unwilling victim, but it is in no way a realistic combat move. However, I am not only an unwilling victim here, but a helpless one. I cannot help swallowing hard -- my mouth has gone dry -- and my legs tremble a bit with anticipated pain, as Ryoko maneuvers my legs into the figure four position. Already I can feel the strain in my knee -- my left knee is the one being bent. "Oh no," I hear Penny sob. My body tenses as Ryoko seats herself, her own strong legs tangling with mine, my right foot extended and resting on her chest snugly between her breasts. The pain begins, even before Jim starts the timer. I prop myself up on my elbows, not wanting to appear totally helpless, my lips pressed hard together as I struggle not to show the pain. Ryoko is lying all the way back, with just her head tilted up. She has her hands on my right ankle. As I meet her eyes she grins at me, then applies an ankle twist to me. This is too perfect a figure four leglock -- she is twisting my left knee, overextending my right knee, and twisting my right ankle, all in one move. I give up -- I cannot take this. I slump onto my back, feeling the pain shoot through my legs. Oh damn, she's moved her left leg so that it presses down harder on my left ankle too. She's so damn expert at this, torturing all my joints. The pain is making it hard to think, I'm dimly aware that I'm hyperventilating, and flailing about, slapping the mat hard with my arms, jerking my torso around. Hurts so much... every second an eternity... can't scream, mustn't scream... my gasping sounds so loud to myself though... am I screaming already? No... not yet... but it's being dragged out of me... I can't... she gives a big jerk, her whole body gives a flex... the pain... too much... I can't... must... not... The timer sounds... I open my eyes, and grit my teeth as Ryoko takes her sweet time disentangling her legs from mine. My body is bathed with sweat already. I stretch out, heaving as I gulp in air. Jessie and Penny have come to hover over me, propping me up, giving me some water. "Katie... are you ok?" Jessie asks. I take several deep shuddering breaths, letting the pain slowly wash out of my legs, before I reply. "Yes... I am... don't worry. I'm fine. It'll take a lot more than this for her to beat me." "You didn't scream, Katie," Penny says softly, her eyes brimming with tears but also with pride. Jessie looks at me the same way. I smile at them, feeling a glow. At least there I haven't let them down! I look back up at Ryoko. She's grabbed the coffee table from the side of the room, and has deposited it in the middle of the mat. So she wants to arm wrestle me? Yes... she's knelt down in position, facing me, and she beckons Jim over with a smirk. Uncertainly, Jim goes closer and leans in. I see... that coffee table... so we've finally come full circle. Wordlessly I get up, my legs trembling slightly but still well able to support my weight. They feel a bit sore as I stride forward, but I can still fight. I get down on one knee, copying her pose. Staring into her eyes, I raise my arm and lock hands with her. "We've come full circle, haven't we, Katie," Ryoko says softly, speaking my thoughts aloud. "Do you remember? How I first shamed you, took your pride away from you, and took your man as a bonus prize?" I remember all too well. How she first outflexed me, then outmuscled me. How she completely humiliated and dominated my arm with hers. What she did with Jim's penis, using it as a potent goad, underscoring how I couldn't satisfy him as well as she could. "And now... one year on... I will do exactly the same to you again," she whispers, her grip tightening on my hand. "Déjà vu, Katie... this time, in front of their eyes, the ones you care about the most... they'll see for themselves how I'm stronger than you, always stronger than you." "I'm stronger now, Ryoko," I whisper back, my soft voice belying the fury I feel rising up in my chest. "Things are different this time. Today I take back what's mine." "Jim's cock is mine," she hisses, and I feel her strength beginning to make itself felt. Quickly, I flex in response -- and we've already begun, off to a slow start. "Who's talking about his cock?" I grunt, trying to ignore the twinges in my protesting joints and arm muscles. "You know what you took from me. Today... I beat you." "Tough words... coming from a weak woman like you..." Damn it... my arm... it's starting to shake already. We both have our left hands behind our backs. It'll be a matter of pride for us to keep it there, to settle this with the strength of our right arms alone. I can't keep the strain from showing on my face. She's pulled my arm down by a little bit, but noticeably. The strain is starting to tell on my biceps. "See? You're losing... just like you did... loser... you'll always lose..." Ryoko begins cooing, her voice sounding steady and low, taunting me as we struggle. No... it can't be like this. I've worked so hard... endured so much... to be shamed again like this... come on, arm... come on, Katie. Come on. The pain is not real. I can do this. My arm is as big as hers, it's just as strong. No, it's stronger. Come on. "What's the matter, Katie? Hmm? Arm feeling weak? Is the pain getting to you?" Ryoko keeps up the litany of taunts, trying to sap my strength and will. Michelle and Edna sitting at the sidelines and enjoying the sight of my discomfiture begin to chime in as well, with similar comments of their own. Their voices... my arm, it does hurt... it does... she did such a good job with that hold... she's got me halfway down. "You can do it, Katie!" That's my team, calling out to me. "Your arm is strong! You can do it! Don't give up!" I can't let them down... don't want to let them down... but it's so painful. Tears spring to my eyes, and not just at the pain. This is unfair. If my arm were at full strength I could win, I actually came in having a chance, I'm sure I did. All they can see now is her arm overpowering mine, yet again. Here's Jim, watching once again his girlfriend losing to this man-stealing bitch in a test of strength and will. I have something to prove to him -- he's watched me lose time and time again in everything. I have to win. I have to win. An expression of slight surprise comes over Ryoko's face. I realize that I've clenched so hard my knuckles have gone white. Our hands are shaking and trembling like a vibrator set on full speed. She hasn't pulled me down past the halfway mark. A more serious look comes over her face. Still not taking her eyes off me except to flick glances at our arms, she frowns slightly and seems to concentrate. I feel her pour out her strength onto my arm, like concrete dripping onto my hand, weighing it down. Meanwhile the psychological warfare continues, with Team Ryoko trying to psyche me out with comments about the pain my arm must be in, and my dear Jessie and Penny encouraging and cheering me. I arch my back slightly, ignoring the pulses of pain in my shoulder, and give a big pull, recruiting my shoulders and chest muscles into the effort. I'm... doing it...! Inch by inch... she's fighting me down every inch of the way... but I can see the anger in her eyes, and it's a fuel I'm feeding on, as I pull her up slowly... so slowly... the pain building up in my arm and shoulder is excruciating... but her arm is giving way! To mine! My strong arm -- my stronger arm! Her eyes are widened with furious shock, as I jerk our arms back to even. My arm is hurting like hell, but I realize something: I'm used to pain by now. Unwittingly, Ryoko has been building up my resistance to it, ever since she came in and started tormenting me. We look at each other over our clasped trembling hands, and bare our teeth at each other. It's crunch time. It's her muscle against mine now... our two perfectly formed arms... forged in training... now straining for supremacy across the table. With a surge of strength she gains a slight advantage -- I rock slightly and jerk back, reversing the advantage, but not for long as she quickly compensates. Our shaking arms waver back and forth like the pointer on a dial. I've put all thoughts of losing out of my head. I refuse to lose. My arm is a throbbing mass of pain now -- so what? It's still stronger. I'm still stronger. You steroid-pumped overdeveloped slut, you lousy man-stealing bitch, you come into my life, think you can keep me crushed, think you can bully me, stack things your way, guess what, I'm gonna beat you like the bitch you are, they'll all see you're just a wimp underneath your fake boobs, fake tan, fake useless muscles, you tried to hurt my arm but it's still stronger than yours... Only just noticed, our foreheads have come close together and I just said all that aloud to her through gritted teeth. An unfamiliar expression is on her face. In a Zen moment, I realize I've never seen this expression on her face before. The closest parallel would be when she wrestled those men in that strip club, but even then she didn't strain so much. So this is Ryoko when she's losing, when she actually has to struggle. I've got her down about halfway. I'm winning. I'm actually winning. For the first time, I am winning against Ryoko, one to one, woman against woman. "Fuck you, Ryoko... you're going down..." I gasp. I'm drinking in the sight... her arm stretched and bent, losing to mine. She sucks in and expels breath through her teeth, her spittle flying out onto my lips. "Fuck... YOU!" Suddenly the whole situation has changed. Ryoko has thrown her left arm over my right neck. We're both standing -- she's jerked us both away from the table and I stood up by reflex. I'm dimly aware of Jim dragging the coffee table away quickly -- then I feel her left arm spasm against the back of my neck and I stagger, doubled over. She has me in a side headlock. Her right arm is still locked with mine in a death grip, neither of us relinquishing it. The fucking bitch... I was winning... I was WINNING... "C'mon, let her up! You should be starting this properly!" Jim is protesting, sounding actually angry at Ryoko for once. I can see his feet as he tries to get in between Ryoko and me. Then in an instant, I am free, and Ryoko is stepping back, her face red, her ample chest heaving, backing away with her fists clenched at her sides. The room is silent, apart from her breathing and mine, and Jim saying "come on" once more, then falling into silence, as Ryoko and I stare each other down. I can see the surprise in her wide glaring eyes, and some emotions I've not seen before. Anxiety? Fear? I step closer to her. Then I raise my right arm and flex it, pointing to my biceps meaningfully. She follows my gaze. Her face hardens. Then she looks back at me... and looks away. Jessie and Penny suddenly break out in screams and cheers. Michelle and Edna are sullenly silent on their side of the room. They cast doubt-filled gazes at their champion. Ryoko is now striding around, affecting nonchalance, trying to ignore the fact that she just lost a staredown with me, after as good as losing our arm wrestle. I glance towards Jessie's and Penny's fiercely happy faces, and allow myself a smile. Now I know for sure: I can win this. Even with the six minutes of limb torturing, I still beat her! I still outmuscled her! The thought is sending exultant chills up my spine. Jim now makes hand motions, indicating that we should come together in the middle of the room and begin wrestling proper. He is really trying to be fair today, it seems. I suppose he loses nothing from being impartial, and from the look he just threw me I think he is hoping that I'd win. No, more than that -- I think he thinks for the first time that I actually stand a chance of victory. Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, Sunny Jim. Could really have done with a dose of that, oh I don't know, one year ago. "Bit late in the day, isn't it," I mutter out of the corner of my mouth, to his mild and momentary bewilderment. Ryoko and I both drop into a crouch as we square off. She curls her lips in a snarl, and as if unwilling to believe I'm now the stronger woman, she holds a hand out, inviting me to a test of strength. Very well, I'll show her again. It would be so, so satisfying, to triumph against her definitively in a muscle against muscle contest in front of our friends and enemies. Right away I know I've made a mistake. I locked my right hand with her left, and immediately she wrenched hard on it. Her left arm is still fresh, and my right is still fatigued and hurting -- the adrenalin rush I experienced is wearing off a little bit, and now the reality comes back in waves of pain washing over my right arm. I groan as her arm forces mine back, but I manage to steady myself, with her having a slight advantage. We're standing chest to chest now, and she raises her other arm, the confidence coming back into her eyes. Well, her right arm must be tired too. I accept her unspoken challenge, raising my left hand and lacing fingers with her. This, too, is déjà vu -- I remember this is the next contest we did after she first beat me at arm wrestling. I remember, too, how badly I lost, and what happened after. It must not happen again. I won't lose... Now we are pressed together, chest to chest, our arms straining as we raise them high above our heads. So far I'm holding her even, but it's hard. We've braced one foot in front of the other, and we're leaning in, our faces a little bit apart. My legs can't quite support me fully -- I can't thrust. In fact they're aching a bit now, especially my joints, it's as if I can't push forward with the full force of my thigh muscles. My shoulders too -- I can't afford to think like this! My mind is going to all the places where I'm hurting, where she's hurt me. Then I hear a soft chant starting. Jessie and Penny are chanting my name softly and rhythmically, and getting louder. "Kay-tie, Kay-tie..." I am drawing strength from them. Let me put aside this pain -- with them in my corner I can do this, I can overpower her. I surge forward, shrugging off the pain in my arms and shoulders, and I see the flicker of surprise in Ryoko's eyes as she gives up the advantage. She bares her teeth, and I feel her increase the force she's channeling through her arms. Now Michelle and Edna start a rival chant for Ryoko. The combined sounds of our names ring in my ears as Ryoko and I push against each other. Damn but she's strong... really strong... she really is as strong as she looks. "Aargh!" She gave a big push! My fingers were suddenly wrenched back painfully, making my arms bend. Oh god the pain... I have to bend back, try and straighten out my arms again, have to push her wrists back... oh it's no use she's too strong, she's pushed my right hand down to shoulder level, I'm going down. My knee's buckling -- I can't take the strain. Down on my right knee... my body bent to the right. The strain must be showing on my face. My arms are shaking, hell, my whole body is shaking. I'm losing... she's looking down on me, a gleeful look on her face. At least I'm making her sweat and strain too, but she doesn't look as much in pain as I am. The chanting is very loud on both sides now, filling the room. I have to fight back... push up harder, get back up, get off my knee... can't let them down... "What's wrong, huh?" Ryoko pants, leering down at my upturned face. "Arms hurt? Legs hurt? Muscles not feeling so strong, huh? Feeling tired? That's because..." And suddenly she twists her torso sharply, whipping her breast into my face. I'm reeling, my head lolling back. It is a firm, hard breast, thanks to her implants. The impact was like a punch from a gloved fist. "... because you're a weakling..." She swings again, using her breasts as a bludgeon. My face is smashed to the side -- it is after all still flesh against flesh, and as long as she can shrug off her own pain from the blows she can keep battering me. "And you always will be..." Another smash. Another jerk of her arms, sending a spasm of pain through mine. The striations on her arms, shoulders, chest and neck are really standing out, as she flexes every muscle she can to inflict more pain on me. "Look at you now... losing..." Another smash, into my temples. "As you always do... because I'm just... plain... stronger!" Katie's Muscle Journey 012 I won't accept this! Her breasts are hanging down in front of my face, as she bends over, and pushes down hard, really hard. My wrists are bending back all the way, any more and I think they'll break, my arms are being forced painfully down, ever lower... I rear my head back, and send my forehead crashing right into her left breast, bang on the nipple! Her scream fills the room, and her body suddenly slackens. This is my chance! Instinctively she tries to back away, and her fingers loosen as her body tells her to caress her hurting breast and nipple, but I do not relinquish my grip. Now I am standing upright again, as she tries to rally, tears of pain being squeezed out of her eyes. Our arms continue moving in a sinuous dance, as I begin to get an advantage -- "Unnh!" Damn her... she sends a knee driving into my belly. My lower abdomen, actually -- it was almost my crotch. But it doesn't hurt any less for that. I slump, unable to take any more. She releases my left arm, and massages her breasts gingerly, while I reach for my abdomen. She still has my right arm captive. I look up and I catch a glimmer of the fury in her gaze before she twists her body agilely around, spinning in a circle. She wrenches my already tired right arm, trapping it in an armbar. I clutch at my shoulder weakly, trying to slip out of the hold, but her grip is like iron, and she still has me down on one knee. With brute strength and considerable skill, she muscles my right arm into a hammerlock, forcing a moan of pain from my lips. I try to straighten, but she steps on my calf, and forces my leg down again. My weakened, hurting legs can't muster the strength to resist her. Then her oiled left arm snakes around my neck, and I stiffen, panic coursing through me. No! I can't let her get a sleeper on me! It's so deadly! I grab at her arm with my left hand. It's so discouragingly thick... her muscles, so well-developed and strong... can't get a good grip, her skin is oiled... Her right arm has mine captive in a hammerlock, and she starts squeezing. Fuck, I can feel her strength already... her bicep is like a rock against my neck... frantically, I suck in a breath as quickly as I can before she cuts me off entirely, and tense my neck muscles as much as I am able. Her foot keeps my left knee painfully pinned, her right thigh rubs against mine. Jessie and Penny's faces hover in front of me -- my vision is already starting to blur. "Do you give? Katie, do you give?" Jim is asking me urgently. I can't spare him any breath to reply, but I hope that he can tell I am still struggling, and therefore not out of the fight by a long shot. He can't count me out of the match unless he deems me unable to continue. I have to make it clearly visible that I can. Only one chance left... a painfully slim chance... I grab her left wrist with my left hand, since she hasn't secured a triangle chokehold, eschewing it for a combination hammerlock and sleeper. Then I begin to strain at the awesome, impossible task of making her release the sleeper hold, by pitting my left arm against hers with massively inferior leverage. This is impossible... but it is the only thing I can do apart from raking her face, which would be ineffective anyways from this angle. I can't even tell properly where her face is, though I can feel her breath hot on my neck. She could easily back away from my fingers. I have to do this somehow... pull her arm away... get some space for air to pass through my throat... get some air to breathe... An eternity is passing... as I strain against her at this titanic task... I don't think I can... vision swimming... lungs beginning to scream... arm trembling so violently... My heart is thudding with desperation. I feel light-headed. The asphyxiation is causing yet another adrenalin boost. I can feel my whole body wrench spasmodically -- and I'm free! I can breathe... oh the sweet air... I suck it in greedily in big shuddering gasps, my throat still feeling her skin, but now with that sliver of space I'm creating. "Raaarrggh!" I hear her scream with rage and her bicep clamps hard on my throat again. With my second wind, I can think a little bit more clearly -- I put my fingers and thumb on her wrist, and begin to squeeze hard, for all I'm worth. Now only forearm strength is left to me -- my back, shoulders and upper arm have been fatigued beyond their limits, and I can feel I definitely won't be able to pull her arm off me again. Instead, if I can make her feel pain in her joints, which she can't use her muscles to resist... Is it working...? I can feel her beginning to shake, the tremors spreading from her left hand and travelling up her arm, until her thighs tremble against mine. Then her grip loosens -- her arm slackens, and I can once again gulp in some air. She wrenches hard on my right arm, driving it further up my back -- I ignore it. I am now pulling her left arm out and away from me. She is sucking in her breath through her teeth, her face beside mine. Her left hand is open, her fingers unable to clench because of my thumb driving deep into the base of her palm and my fingers digging against the back of her hand so hard that my knuckles are white. Pain suddenly shoots through my body and I utter a choked scream. My resistance collapses, and her full weight bears down on me behind again as I slump. What just happened? That pain, stabbing at me from my sides... no, from behind... that bitch Ryoko just kneed me in my lower back! Before I can muster the strength to resist she's got me facedown. She's clambered on top of me -- I thrash as I try to get out from under her, but she has my wrists. She plants her butt firmly on my lower back, sending a twinge of pain through my torso. I feel her draw my arms up and behind me -- I'm too weak, and in too much pain, to resist, and she wedges them firmly behind her thighs. This is it -- I'm finished... the camel clutch, locked in completely. No... no, this can't be happening... How did she get me into this? I was fighting with everything I had... She cradles my chin with her hands and tilts my head up towards her. Already I can feel the twinges of protest in my back and neck. I can only kick my legs futilely. Now we are face to face. Her sweat-beaded face is close to mine as she stares into my eyes hungrily, devouring the despair I must be showing. Her breath is hot on my lips as she begins to murmur, almost kissing me. "That's it, Katie... you've lost... you know you can't get out of this... why don't you just give up now? Or no... wait... don't... that's not nearly as much fun..." "You'll never make me give up, bitch," I groan. Mentally, I brace myself, despite the crushing despair in my heart. I won't give her the satisfaction. I won't submit. She'll have to knock me out cold. "Come on... feel the pain... give in to it... surrender to me..." she coos hypnotically, rocking back and forth gently to increase the pain. "Katie? Do you give?" Jim is hovering nearby, sounding anxious. "No..." I croak. Is that my voice? I'm trying to speak through the pain. This is so humiliating... to be made to sound like this in front of him. "Keep asking her, Jimmy darling," Ryoko sneers, "she'll submit any time now... I'm breaking her... I'm the stronger woman, aren't I?" Jim makes no comment. I can see him looking at our bodies, locked in this mortal combat, and licking his lips nervously. How can I escape this? This is the camel clutch, and she's locked it in perfectly. The pain is making it hard to think. Her face is looming over mine, filling my vision. A sweatdrop hangs off her nose, and falls onto mine. Her warm breath is hot on my lips, mixing with my raggedly drawn breaths. I'm helpless. I can't get my arms out anywhere useful. I can't get onto my knees to push up. Her arms are free for her to do whatever she wants to me. So I have to get her to do what I want her to do... my last chance... "You can bend me, Ryoko... but you'll never break me..." I gasp. "Oh really?" Still cupping my chin, she reaches down with one hand and begins fondling my nipple... pinching, stroking it, making it swell and go rigid. "I'm not only going to break your body, Katie... I'm going to break your will, too. Tonight... it is your total surrender to me, Katie..." I moan, the pain and pleasure mixing together in a mind-numbing swirl. This isn't what I want her to do... I have to introduce the idea somehow... "You think this is enough?" I try to sound confident. "I'm much more flexible... than you think... You'll never bend me enough... to make me give up..." Her eyes narrow. Yes! "I'll make you eat those words, Katie," she says. This sounds promising. "Just as how I'll make you eat my pussy after you're a sobbing wreck of a defeated woman..." She puts both her hands under my chin again. I brace myself. I'm screaming... a choked scream... she has just leaned back and is pulling on my chin with all her might... the pain is lancing through my back... but now I can free my arms! Desperately, the adrenalin pumping through my veins again, I clutch the mat and press upwards, my back hurting so badly as it tries to bear her weight up off the mat... she's now trying to grab my arms while still keeping my chin captive, but now I am on all fours. The strain is suddenly much less. She still crouches over me and tries to jerk hard but now I can grab at her wrists. With my fading strength I pull and push, as hard as I can. I force her hands out and away from my chin. Finally, some breathing space. We are both panting hard, as she slips off my back and I bring myself up onto one shaky knee. I'm still just barely matching her arm strength, holding her arms straight out in front of us, maintaining my grip by sheer willpower alone now. My arms are too tired, just too tired. There is one last thing I can do with them, but they cannot win the match for me, I just know it. With a loud cry, I execute a judo hip toss on Ryoko! The effort makes my whole aching trunk spasm with agony. Ryoko flips over my right shoulder as I swing her with her arms, using my hips. She lands flat on her back, and lays there, stunned for a few precious moments. I sink to my knees, clutching my back and my abs. I am in a world of pain. Everything hurts so much. I need rest so desperately. But I can't afford any! Ryoko is now spread-eagled in front of me -- Jessie and Penny are very near, to the side, as are Michelle and Edna, who have moved closer for a better look -- and this is the first time in the match she's been properly down. This may be the only chance I get. What can I do? What do I use? What part of my body still is strong enough to make Ryoko submit somehow? I've made my decision. As I clamber forward and get into position, I am hoping desperately it is the right one. With her glorious abdominal muscles stretched out beneath my gaze, I plant my crotch right on her neck, and cross my ankles. I plant my hands on her knees, to try and keep her legs subdued, as I begin to squeeze Ryoko's face in between my thighs. This can do it! This can get me the victory! If my legs can just hold out long enough... She starts thrashing around, but I try to ride her. Then I feel her grab my upper arms. Her fingers are like steel, digging excruciatingly into my muscles. My arms are indeed too tired to resist hers now, and she pulls my hands back and out. Her legs are free, and in a flash she's jerked her lower body up and caught my head! This is now... a 69 double head scissors! Her scent fills my nostrils, as I am sure my scent fills hers. She's managed to roll so that we are now lying on our sides, and I have to plant my right hand to try and prevent her from rolling me onto my back all the way. I've lost the higher ground advantage. I can see, out from the fleshy prison of her thighs, the anxious gazes of all four of the spectators. Apart from the occasional exhortation, they've gone silent -- as if somehow they know, this is it, this is the final stage of the match; this is the decisive hold. Jessie and Penny are looking hard at me, as if they are trying to feed me strength with their gazes alone. Jim's erection is completely obvious through his flimsy boxers. What a sight this must be for him. I can't spare him any more thought -- this is the deadliest duel of my life. Ryoko and I squeeze each other for all we're worth. Her superbly muscled thighs... so intimidatingly strong-looking... they are indeed every bit as strong as they look. My own legs have been hurt, but they're the freshest muscle group in my whole body. They're all I've got left. But this is a test of endurance as well. Neither of us can breathe fully, to draw in much-needed oxygen to fuel our muscular exertions. The woman who runs out of stamina first, or gives in to the pain first, will be the loser. The woman who runs out of strength in her legs first, allowing the other to extricate her head and breathe properly, will be the loser. The weaker woman will be the loser. And right now, that may well be me. My vision is already swimming. Blackness is closing in on the edges. My left arm is trapped beneath her body, and my right arm has to brace myself against her. Both her arms are free and they're wrapped around my aching torso. Her clasped fists dig into the small of my back. My legs are two throbbing masses of muscle fatigue and lactic acid agony. I can feel her, trying to slide her face out from between my legs. I feel the slipperiness of her skin on mine, and I clamp my legs together with unbridled desperation. If she gets her head free, that's it for me. I'd be finished. For me there is no hope of pulling my head out, not right now. Her legs are trapping my head too well in a secure vice. Then I feel the pressure around my head and neck coming in surges. She's pulsing her thighs, trying to apply short, sharp jerks. I can't even moan properly with the pain, but I'm feeling it. She's so strong. I can't hear anything -- but I can see the four spectators leaning forward, watching avidly, fists clenched, anticipatory looks on Edna's and Michelle's faces, and anxious lip-biting distress on Jessie's and Penny's. I can't see Jim but he's probably hovering over us. Ryoko and I, both stretched out, legs extended and flexed to the max -- what a sight we must make. Am I going to survive this? She's trying to slip her head out, as I feel myself begin to weaken. I release my right hand and hold her head forcibly in between my legs, and she wastes no time -- I'm on my back. No escape for me now. Nothing for it, but to squeeze and try to outlast her. I place both hands on the back of her head, going for broke. No matter what, Ryoko, you are not getting out of this unless I am unconscious. I am not letting your head go. I will not submit. My legs are so, so tired. My whole body is aching, all my muscles protesting. My lungs are on fire. I close my eyes -- nothing to see but the ceiling, and occasionally Jim on the edges of my vision. That, and Ryoko's nether regions, the valley of her tight, muscular glutes. Her all too muscular glutes. I cannot help but call up the images -- all those times she has pinned me, helplessly, beneath her pussy or her anus and forced me to service her -- all those times she has tormented me with these muscles now squeezing the life out of me -- all those times she's mounted Jim and squeezed every last drop of cum out of his loins with these muscles of hers... My cheekbones feel crushed. My arms tremble as I keep pressing on Ryoko's head. My legs are going numb. Soon I will no longer be able to exert the crushing pressure I need to defeat Ryoko. Her strength shows no sigh of relenting or flagging. She's released my waist. I feel her hands clutching at my knees. She's trying to part my legs. Right now, if her arm strength is matched with my leg strength, she would probably win. Tears flow from my eyes freely -- from the exhaustion, the pain, the mental ordeal. This is too much. How can any woman in my position take as much punishment as this? How much more can I go through? It's so tempting. Just to give in. To surrender. Just to admit that she is the stronger, superior woman, and live like this for the rest of my life. What a nightmare that would be -- can't let that happen. But is it worth all this pain? This torture? This near-mortal combat that is making my heart thud like a hammer in my chest, as my body goes into emergency fight mode? She's slapping at my thighs now. I'm losing consciousness. I feel the spasms in my leg muscles -- once, then twice -- now they're shaking like mad and I know, this is it -- the cramps are setting in at last. In just a few moments I won't be able to squeeze anymore, and that will be the end. Ryoko will have her way with me, and knowing her, she will prolong my torture and draw out the match in front of everyone watching before finally allowing me to submit. Wait. The pressure -- my head... it's gone. I can breathe. I greedily gulp a lungful of air -- it's full of Ryoko's sweaty scent from her crotch area, practically under my face beneath my chin, but right now it's so incredibly sweet. Jim is pulling at my hands. What's he doing? He seems to be yelling something. I'm feeling a bit woozy. Can't quite make out what he's on about. He's not trying to help Ryoko again, is he? Would be just like Ryoko -- to have instructed him before the match to interfere against me at the last minute, or something. That's it -- I'm done. My legs are cramping. Can't squeeze anymore. I'm letting go of her now. My arms and legs fall to the mat, so that I lie here spread-eagled. Do your worst, Ryoko. I still won't quit. Just put me to sleep. I won't submit to you. I can hear again. Dimly, I begin to make out the sounds, as Jim rolls Ryoko off me -- rolls her off me? What? My chest heaves as I catch my breath slowly, and awareness starts to return. I turn my head and tilt it slightly down. Ryoko is lying beside me, her face at my crotch level. Her eyes are half-lidded. Her mouth is open. A thin trickle of drool is starting to come out. Michelle and Edna are stock-still, hands on their mouths, eyes wide. Jessie and Penny are clutching each other, not making a sound, but they are staring wide-eyed at us, and Penny looks as if she is about to have a fit any moment, about to burst with something. Jim is bending over Ryoko's head. He leans down, and whispers something to her urgently. Ryoko is swooning. As I weakly prop myself up on my elbows, I see her stir slightly, and her lips move inaudibly. Apparently Jim can hear what she just said -- he straightens up, with a solemn expression. His lower jaw trembles slightly as he looks at me, and he says: "Ryoko... is unable to continue. The winner of this match... Katie." I've won. I've won. I blink the tears away. Penny and Jessie are screaming hoarsely, crying unashamedly. Michelle and Edna look at the softly moaning and gently twitching Ryoko with looks of faint horror. They glance at me, with -- apprehension? Fear? As the adrenalin fades swiftly from me, all the different parts of my body start registering their utter displeasure at recent conditions. I'm going to have to sleep for a week after this, to recover from the strain I've just been through. I still have energy enough, though, to do what I must do. "Yes... yes... do it..." Penny and Jessie yell at me, as I clamber over to Ryoko's side. She is holding her head, and as I approach she raises her hands, trying to ward me off. I slap them aside. "Take your medicine, loser," I snarl. She meets my gaze, and holds it for just a moment -- then flinches and looks away. I allow myself a grim smile. How many people actually know what it is like, to be actually knocked out cold by someone else? It's a primal fear that gets instilled into your entire nervous system. For a good long while after someone has choked you out, through whatever means, your brain registers that this person has the power, the strength, the ability to deprive you of life-giving air. For a good long while, you cannot look that person properly in the face without feeling a stab of terror at the memory of asphyxiation. Katie's Muscle Journey 012 I gaze around the room. Penny and Jessie, throwing triumphant glares at their counterparts, have settled down, still with tear-streaked faces and broad smiles, ready to enjoy my long-awaited payback. Michelle and Edna have subsided, and are watching with a subdued air, but nonetheless they look a bit expectant. They're curious, perhaps, as to how I am going to drive my victory home? I'll give them a show alright. I am pinning Ryoko's biceps beneath my knees. She groans and writhes a bit at the pain, but can do nothing. I settle back and feel my bare buttocks rub against Ryoko's breasts, and put my hands on my hips. What a moment to savour. Here and now, this is enough. It makes up for all the times I've been on the receiving end of this treatment, all the times she's pinned me, sat on me, dominated me. I know I'll never have to take it from her again. She looks into my eyes unwillingly as I grab her chin and tilt her face straight up at me. I can see the fear, and the realization setting in: I'm going to milk this for all I'm worth. With my other hand, I crook a finger at Jim, beckoning him over. He obediently approaches. I don't even bother looking up at him. Instead, I tug once at his boxers. He gets the hint -- of course he would -- and drops them without a second's hesitation. I grab hold of his throbbing erection -- of course he has a raging hard-on after all this -- and I begin to stroke him none too gently. All this time, I am looking down at Ryoko, who tries to turn her face to the side to avoid my gaze. Jim's breathing starts becoming ragged, and he suddenly gives a gasp. With my free hand I cup the front of his penis, moving it slightly against the sensitive head, while my right hand still keeps stroking his shaft with a firm grip and a quickening rhythm. He comes -- what an orgasm. He grabs on to my shoulders for support as his whole body shudders so hard it seems like an epileptic fit. His cum quickly pools in my palm, and overflows within moments. "Hope you enjoyed that, Sunny Jim," I say, as he is still hoarsely gasping for breath, his body shaking with the last tremors of pleasure. "Because, that is the last orgasm you will ever get from me." So saying, I give him a firm hard push, sending him staggering back and falling down. I don't even bother looking at him. To the side, I hear Jessie's hiss of approval, and grin to myself. She's definitely very pleased about this. With great deliberation, I smear my palmful of Jim's semen onto Ryoko's face, plastering it all over her, making a mask out of it, smothering her orifices, even deliberately letting some of it get into her hair, where I know she's going to have a hell of a time getting it out later. All she can do is whimper in protest and discomfort. "You wanted this so much, huh? Here, have it all." I decide to just let my sadistic side take over completely. She deserves it so, so much. My own needs can't wait anymore -- this has been so long in coming. With my right hand, I start to finger myself, while with my left hand I slap Ryoko's face gently, side to side, using my palm and the back of my hand alternatingly. Oh yes... fuck yes... It's not taking long at all, it's been building up for so long... this is going to be earth-shattering... I have drawn myself up, my whole body is rigid. My face is stretched out, my eyes bulging, my jaw as wide as it can go. I'm cumming. Cumming as I've never cum before. I'm spraying all over her, sprinkling her liberally. It's coming out of me in a way I've never felt before, it might even be piss. Is it urine? Some part of my mind is wondering that. I have squirted before sometimes, but never like this. And certainly not in this last year past. Finally I settle back onto her chest, breathing hard, my whole body aching even more than before, if that is even possible. But I've never felt better, never felt more alive. Ryoko's face is a total mess of fluids, and her facial expression is something I know I will always, always remember and treasure. Slowly, I raise my trembling arms and flex my biceps, as hard as I can. I look to the side, and smile at Penny and Jessie, who're looking at me with adoration. They deserve this so much, and more. This is the least I can give them. Then it's back to Ryoko. "You... will say it," I growl. "Say it... all of it. Everything... you can think of... to say. Say it. Now." Slowly, softly at first, but getting a little bit louder by degrees, the litany begins to come forth from Ryoko's cum-stained lips. "You did it... you outwrestled me... you're the stronger woman... the better woman... the superior woman... you have better muscles than me... I'm the weakling... you're the powerful one... you outmuscled me... overpowered me... I worship you now... I'm your slave..." "Even though you cheated every way you could," I interject coldly. "Even though I cheated every way I could," she repeats obediently. What a rush. I'm feeling it again. I want to cum again. "You're the strongest... the best... the best woman... I've ever fought... so proud... so happy... to lose to you..." She's babbling now. Her recital of shame seems to have taken a turn. I lower my arms, a bit hesitantly, as Ryoko begins to sob, the tears mixing together with Jim's semen and my own juice. What did she just say? "Have never... fought... anyone... quite like you..." she gasps. "Wanted... to see... how far... you could be pushed... if I could break you... hoping every time... that you would not... you sometimes did... but always... you came back..." I can't believe what I'm hearing. My arms are half-flexed, as I stare down at her incredulously. "You're the best... Katie... you deserve... the prize..." she breathes hard and deeply, her breath becoming slightly more even. Looking straight into my eyes she says, "Take me. Take your prize. You deserve it. Do everything you want to me. Please." How am I feeling about this? I am soul-searching right now. Does this take anything away from my pleasure? Had I really wanted so badly to fuck an unwilling Ryoko senseless? Now that she's practically demanding to be my sex-toy as my reward for victory, does it render it somehow... unpalatable to me? No. Not really. "Alright, Ryoko," I say, renewing my flex. "I don't know what kind of twisty mind you have. But right now, I don't care. If you say you want me to do it all, fine by me. You know you deserve this, after all." I carefully lower my pussy to her lips. She's practically craning her neck to bring her mouth to it. "Lick." And she's doing it. Her tongue. So different, from all the times she and I had our 69 cunnilingus duels, which I always lost because she'd have cheated by putting me in a state of high arousal first, or by making Jim help her, or by some other means. Now all of it, all the mixed liquids on her face, lubricating my pussy -- oh fuck -- That was very fast... again I'm cumming... and again... a long one... feels like one long one... maybe two... can't think clearly... who the fuck cares... Now I'm moving up on her face... feeling a bit faint and lightheaded, but I'm not done with her yet, not by far, oh no. "Tongue it!" I command. She tongues my dusky forbidden hole. She rims it like an expert, making my sphincter clench and unclench almost involuntarily. I move off her, sliding down along her body, and I bend over her, propping myself up on my arms. She lies there, not resisting or trying to escape, moaning softly. "How do I taste, Ryoko?" I ask. "You taste... great, Katie..." she murmurs. "Louder. So everyone can hear." "You taste great... you taste wonderful..." Ryoko cries out weakly. "Jessie dear... hand me that strap-on in the corner, please?" I call out over my shoulder. With alacrity my sister scrambles up to grab it for me. It's a big black latex and rubber monstrosity. It's been used on me plenty of times by Ryoko. Now, I am on all fours over Ryoko's supine body, as Jessie and Penny enthusiastically help me strap it on. It's one of those double-ended ones; there is a part of it that goes into my vagina, and another part presses against my clitoris region -- good enough for me. I grab hold of Ryoko's shoulders, and keep my gaze firmly locked with hers, as I twine my legs with hers and slowly slide the strap-on into her. She sucks in her breath through her teeth as I enter her, but otherwise makes no other sound. I begin to fuck her with firm, hard thrusts of my pelvis, feeling each stroke in myself even as I deliver it to her. The thrill of being on top this time is incomparable. I lower my chest onto hers, my natural breasts pressing on her enhanced ones, pushing them to the side in symbolic dominance. I find her hands and lace my fingers with hers, as if I were pinning her. "You're strong, Ryoko. You've got so much muscle, haven't you," I croon. "Tell me, tell everyone, whose muscles are the stronger. Whose breasts are better? Even after your boob job?" "Yours... yours are stronger and better... in every way... even your boobs are better than mine..." she groans, her hips rocking in tandem with mine, as I press my body to hers in a direct comparison. Her voice is getting progressively higher-pitched. This is intensely stimulating for us both -- but more for her than for me. It's very pleasurable, but I suddenly feel the urge to treat her worse. I have not forgotten a single thing she's done to me. I stop my thrusting, and clamber to my feet. "Get up," I say, slapping her head. Groaning, she moves to comply. I slap her head repeatedly as she sits up, and staggers onto her feet. Then I grab a hunk of her cum-covered hair, and force her to bend over sharply. "Face them," I say, pointing at Michelle and Edna, who apparently have been pleasuring themselves as well; seeing their former champion (whom they must have secretly resented) being taken by me must be a tremendous turn-on. They sit back and look on in fascination as Ryoko, the high and mighty Ryoko, bends over in front of them while I stand behind her. I grab her left hand and lever it up her back in a hammerlock, keeping her torso bent, while I grab her hair and pull her head up so she's facing forward. Then I enter her again, this time none too gently. She utters a yelp. I begin to really pump my hips, beginning to emit little grunts of animalistic ferocity from my throat. My thighs slap so rapidly against her butt cheeks that it sounds like a meaty piston. Penny has come to stand beside me. Her eyes are shining, as she takes in the glorious sight of me fucking Ryoko doggy-style like this. I smile at her, and grunt with pleasure as she runs her hands over my muscles, her fingers finding and kneading my nipples, rubbing them, heightening my excitement. Ryoko meanwhile is now uttering a long whine, her voice on the verge of breaking, ululating in time to my humping. I neither know nor care if she is close to orgasm or in real pain. I pause suddenly, and exit her vagina. Then, I position the gleaming wet strap-on a bit higher up than her pussy. She stiffens. With great care -- not even I want to tear her a new one in this way -- I press it into her anus. She trembles, and I feel the resistance of her clenched sphincter. Without forcing it in too hard, but without relenting either, I am pushing into her rectum. Slowly, ever so slowly, I overcome her inner resistance. The feeling is remarkably similar... of course, yes... it's like how I slowly overpowered her arm with mine just now. The feeling is really just the same... she doesn't want to, but I'm making her do it. My will, imposed on hers, overcoming hers. Ultimately, this is the core of it all. Penny is still cradling me from behind, rubbing her hands up and down my column of abdominal muscles. I've just finished with Ryoko's anal fucking, and she's sunk down to her knees in front of her erstwhile teammates. Gently detaching myself from Penny's embrace, I step over to the side and grab Ryoko's cheeks. "Taste yourself..." I whisper hoarsely, as my fingers press down on her cheeks forcing her mouth into an "O", and I guide the strap-on, fresh from Ryoko's anus, into her mouth. She trembles, and half-closes her eyes, but with a spasm that runs throughout her whole body, her lips close around the strap on. Guiding her head firmly with both hands, I force her to fellate it. "How do you like it, huh? How do you like your own taste..." I demand, when I withdraw it from her finally and she chokes and gags. "It... it's good..." she manages. It's about time, I think. My energy is just about exhausted. Time for a well-deserved victor's rest. I cast one final glance at Jim, inconsequential Jim, who raises his hands in mute appeal towards me, an appeal I ignore. I look down one more time at Michelle and Edna, neither of whom can meet my gaze. Then I tilt Ryoko's face up, and take in once more the sight of the defeat etched on every line of her face. With one last slap, I send her collapsing onto the floor. "Be out of here, you four, within the hour," I growl. Then, I put my arms around Jessie and Penny, and slump. "Carry me in, would you," I grin at them. They grin back. Together, we go into my room. EPILOGUE "It's right up your alley, really. I mean, you practically got the street-fighting version down pat." His voice was coaxing, cajoling. It was actually quite persuasive. Katie looked down at the document again. She looked especially carefully at the figure written near the bottom. She could hardly credit it. "The women... they really get paid this much? There's such a strong audience for this stuff? I mean... even considering the economic downturn and all..." "Oh, yes," the man sitting opposite her grinned, and took a sip of his coffee. The other patrons of the café still occasionally sneaked glances at the two of them -- or rather, at Katie herself. She thought vaguely that she should've shopped for a more conservative wardrobe as Jessie had recommended, but then again part of her had grown to enjoy the kind of attention she drew, with her muscular build showcased by the strapless or single-shoulder tops she now favoured. "You see... the audience for this is mostly the one-percenters," he explained. Katie raised her eyebrow at this casual use of the nomenclature. "They're not only unaffected by the economic downturn, for the most part anyways -- a fairly large proportion of them actually saw their disposable income grow from strength to strength! Our league has never been more in demand! And you... you're really something else, from all we've heard! You'd be just great to have in the league," he gushed. It was a tempting sum. Katie bit her lip. This would cross a clear line, though. All the... things she had done so far had all been part of her ongoing duel with Ryoko, including the public appearances and "performances". This would make it official. She wondered which of her friends and family would look askance at her for such a thing. "I'll... consider it..." she finally said. "I can't decide right now. I'll need more time to think it over." The man gestured expansively. "Sure, babe -- no sense being rash, eh? I can't promise this contract will be on the table forever, but really -- this time I don't mind admitting, you have us on the ropes in this negotiation. You're hot stuff. Mucho caliente. Don't take too long. That's all I can say." Katie managed a polite smile. The man was clearly buttering her up, but there was surely some truth to his words, given the strength of his appeal and the terms of the contract. Katie still didn't think that most people would find her muscular build that appealing -- she was on the border between a figure athlete and a bodybuilder, she harboured no illusions regarding what the vast majority of people felt about women who looked like her. Clearly, this... league... felt there would be a market for her. "I'll call you again by this weekend," she promised. She'd have to make some calls that night. "Sexfight wrestling league... hmm..." Katie's Muscle Journey I'm now down to one knee, her hands are holding mine down, it's hopeless, she's too strong for me. She kicks at my upright leg until I am forced to go down on that knee as well. Now she's clearly in a position of dominance over me. She leans over, and pushes hard. My wrists are being bent, they hurt! It's so painful...! She is telling me to submit. Never! I must not... not in front of Jim like this, and not to her! "No!" I say through gritted teeth. "You have no choice!" she grates out, and jerks downwards, letting me feel her crushing force. I scream once in pain, and my hands are pressed all the way down to my shoulder level. She's now bent over almost double, her face near mine. "Submit!" "N... No!" I gasp out, tears starting to flow out of my eyes. She invades my mouth with a kiss again. I try to bite her, but she growls and bites back, causing me more pain than I can cause her, so that I try to break off the agonizing kiss, shaking my head side to side. But I cannot shake her, and she completely violates my mouth before raising her head and suddenly twisting to the side, catching me in a headlock. Quickly her weight forces me down onto the floor, and I can't break out of this headlock. She's squeezing so hard with her left arm, I can feel all the hard muscles all along it. I feel as if I'm blacking out, she's cutting off my air supply... I must have blacked out for an instant, because now she's released the headlock and has me pinned to the floor. She's locked her hands with mine again, and is pressing them on the floor. I thrash around with my legs, but very quickly she locks her legs around mine in a grapevine. She is not only strong, but also an expert wrestler it seems. I'm completely outmatched. She has me pinned helplessly. As her legs stretch mine, I grit my teeth, determined not to cry out in pain. The effort makes sweat break out all over my face. My suffering is plain for her and Jim to see as my mouth opens in a soundless scream, and I shake all over underneath her, but still I am not screaming or crying out. The pain is building and building... "Count, Jim!" I hear her say. Opening my eyes, I look straight into her face, as Jim begins to count to ten. The pain cripples my efforts to try and power my shoulders off the floor, but even if she had not slapped on the grapevine, I think I would still be too weak compared to her to do it. I think she knows it too, she is grinning down at me as Jim finishes a slow count to ten. I have not been able to lift my hands or shoulders even a little bit off the floor. "I have beaten you at wrestling," she states. I cannot deny it. "Now I will make your defeat final. I will make you cum." She releases the grapevine and shifts herself so that our mounds are touching, and she angles her pelvis so that our clits make contact. Her legs twine around mine silkily as she starts to hump me, clitoris against clitoris, sex against sex. I close my eyes and try to resist, willing myself not to cum, but the stimulation and the struggle have made me very wet. My body is betraying me. Ryoko is wet too, she must be feeling so turned on at dominating me so completely, and yet I am unable to make her cum first. I look away and close my eyes as my body shudders its surrender under her, the spasms of unwanted pleasure making my body jerk back and forth like a marionette under her control. She rises up onto her knees, still on top of me, and slowly flexes her arms, clearly savouring the moment. I am helpless underneath her. My spirit has been broken. Ryoko lowers herself over me again, on all fours. Looking into my eyes, she says, "Submit." I bite my lip, and close my eyes. I feel a stinging pain. She's slapped me. "Submit." "I submit." I have lost. I feel it now. I have admitted defeat inside myself. "Who's the better woman?" "You are." "Louder." "You are the better woman." "Tell Jim who is the stronger, sexier and superior woman here." "Ryoko is the stronger, sexier and superior woman." I am really crying now, but my voice comes out as steadily as I can make it. Ryoko groans as Jim takes her doggy-style, grabbing her breasts and fiddling with her nipples as he urgently penetrates her with his shaft. Throughout the whole session, she and I never break our stare, except when I blink the tears away and when she blinks sweat out of her eyes. When Jim finally reaches a long shuddering orgasm inside Ryoko and collapses to the side, it's as if he doesn't exist to us, that the fact of sex with him serves only to cement Ryoko's victory over me. Ryoko whispers to me now, still not looking away, "You will want a rematch." "Yes... I want a rematch." "You can have one only when you are strong enough to challenge me. Because the next time you lose to me again, you will lose forever. I will keep Jim. More importantly, you and I will both know, once and for all, that I will always be the better woman. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand." "I will let you challenge me again. But you will not win. I will train too, in the meantime, and stay ahead of you." "I'll train harder than you, and become stronger than you." "You can dream on. In the meantime, your Jim is mine." With that, she slides off me, and carries Jim in her arms easily, struggling only a little bit. Looking down at me one last time, she walks off with my boyfriend into the bedroom, to fuck his brains out even more, while I am left to slowly recover from my utter humiliation and complete defeat.