The agonizing story of what happens when a fitness goddess meets a cruel teenager.
 
 

Erin is very young, still in her teens and tiny.  Her cute baby face makes her look about twelve and she sometimes wears her gorgeous brown hair in pigtails to complete her "little girl" look.  She is only about 5' and 115 pounds; but she is pure muscle.  Erin's shoulders are broad and round, her arms bulge with power.  Her forearms ripple with strength and she has a grip that can bring a grown man to his knees.

Her legs are out of this world.  Huge, deadly thighs built up from years of dancing, gymnastics, running, weightlifting and squeezing the hell out of people.  She can explode a football between them and deflate a soccer ball until there is nothing left.  She can also do this to people, strong people, but that comes later.  Her calves get the most attention.  Big and round, perfectly shaped balls of muscle.  Her figure-four headscissor is feared by everyone.  There are stories of her calves ripping out her tight pants when she goes up on her toes.  Seventeen and a half inches of rock hard calf muscle can do almost anything.

The great thing about her is she knows how hot she is.  She loves to tease, flirt and dominate.  Erin realizes that she is sexier than any woman, stronger than any man and she loves it.  When she goes out in public if she's wearing shorts or a dress she turns heads and makes traffic stop.  People just don't know how to react to such a perfect body on a young girl.

Erin understands that men and women worship her and she has an entire stable of slaves, mostly male bodybuilders.  She tends to go through them rather quickly as they break easily, but there are always more to be found.  She usually meets them at the gym.  She begins flirting and before too long the muscle stud is inviting her back to his place.  Once there she puts on an incredible muscle display and her victim goes wild with lust.  She'll initiate a little wrestling match and before you know it, the man is pleading for his life between her legs.  Take Brad for example.  He's a big guy, about 6', 200 pounds and very into bodybuilding.  He's a cocky young stallion, covered head to toe in muscle and was a star college wrestler as well.  When he brought Erin to his apartment she began showing off her mighty calves to him.  He stupidly commented that there were possibly Pro male bodybuilders with bigger calves than hers.  She exploded on him.  Before he could react the leggy girl had those jagged, seventeen plus inches of calf muscle around his poor neck.  It was by far the worst pain he'd ever felt.  Her enormous calves were so big they were pressing into his neck, jaw and face!  He used all of his strength but couldn't move her legs.  She managed to cross her ankles and point her little toes and that^#s all he'll remember -- he blacked out quickly.  Although his jaw wasn't broken he couldn't move it well enough to eat solid foods for almost a week it hurt so bad.  Erin had another slave and Brad realized the truth:  there isn't a man alive with calves as muscular and hard as Erin's.

One day Erin was over at another slave's house.  She had on a typical outfit of a tight sports bra, obscenely short shorts and knee high socks bunched up around her ankles.  She was in an especially horny mood which is why her slave's face was being smothered by her crotch.  Sitting on his brutalized face, she would grind down hard, rubbing every inch of herself on him.  She loved it when he struggled but poor Jason just didn't have the stamina to keep up with the teenager.  She was getting bored counting the number of times she had knocked him out and came up with a better idea.

"OK, slaveboy here's what you're going to do.  You're going to haul your wimpy ass down to the gym and find me a woman.  I want a strong woman.  You've been such a pathetic pussy today you've put me in the mood to have some fun with a girl, since I know any girl will put up more of a fight than you.  You hear me?  You better come back with a sexy musclegirl or I'll break your fuckin' ribs again."

"Yes, Mistress Erin," said the thirty year old wimp as he groggily got to his feet remembering how Erin's thighs had broken two of his ribs like matchsticks months before.  He clumsily gathered a few things and headed out the door.  Erin began moving the living room furniture, making space for a fight.

When Jason got to the gym he saw a large crowd gathered around the doorway to the martial arts room.  Everyone seemed very interested in what was going on.  He asked a casual acquaintance of his what was going on.

"Marla's beating the shit out of some guy," was the reply.

Of course, only Marla could draw such a crowd at the gym.  Jason excitedly pushed his way to the front of the crowd and when he got a good view his jaw dropped to the floor.  There before him was fitness queen Marla Dunham casually sitting on the face of Mark, easily the biggest bodybuilder at the gym.  Mark's enormous body was motionless and Marla was playing with her hair as she gently rocked back and forth on his face.  Every once and a while, she'd put her hands on his massive chest, tilt her head back and give him a series of hard hip thrusts and let out a little moan.  She was clearly enjoying this.  She was wearing a short tank top that exposed her amazing abs, a little poofy tennis skirt that barely covered her tiny white panties and a pair of spiked heels.  With her long, flowing blonde hair and a supermodels face she looked like a goddess perched on this loser.  Playing to the transfixed crowd, she flexed up her awesome award winning arms and gave a golden smile.  She then stood up over her outclassed victim revealing the hideous bruises on his beaten face.

"I don't think you've ever going to grab my ass again, are you smart guy?"

Mark was still very unconscious and unable to reply.  With her hands on her hips, Marla gave the muscleman a satisfied grin and went to exit through the stunned crowd.  Jason thought this was his chance to ask Marla if she'd be up for another wrestling match so he hurried to catch up with her.  Walking behind her he couldn't help but notice the exquisite muscles in her legs.  The heels really made her calves bulge out and her ass looked rock hard underneath her little skirt.  His erection was straining at his shorts at the thought of this muscle queen fighting with Erin.  Jason was trying desperately not to cum in his pants when her caught up with her.

"Hey Marla, that was really some fight.  You kicked his ass good."

"Yeah, well, the little shit grabbed my ass.  I had no choice but to break him in half.  I thought with that body of his he might be tough to handle, but he really was a wimp.  Were you here when I had him crying real tears in my headscissors?"

"No, I missed that.  You really had him crying?'

"Hell yeah, it was so funny.  He was ballin' like a fuckin' baby.  I swear those big bodybuilders are the biggest pussies out there."

"Say I was wondering if you were maybe up to another wrestling match right now, a private one back at my place.  It's, it's not for me, it's for my lady friend.  I know she'd really want to have a hard wrestling match with you."

"How big is she?  I'm 5'6" and 125."

"Smaller than you -- about 5' and 115 pounds."

"OK, my fee is $500 for the hour and I don't take any responsibility if I hurt her.  If the little bitch gets roughed up too much it ain't my fault."

"You got it.  Can you follow me back to my house?"

"Sure, let's go."

The two went out into the parking lot.  Marla jumped into her Porsche and followed Jason to a fight she'd never forget.

When the two arrived at the house Jason immediately paid Marla the $500 and brought her into the living room which was cleared of furniture.  Marla removed her heels and began limbering up and making sure her hair was perfect.  Jason still couldn't believe that Marla Dunham was in his house.  Looking her over she was even more gorgeous than on TV.  Every inch of her was rock hard and perfect.  It was no wonder she won all those fitness awards, there simply was not a woman on the planet who looked as good as her.

"OK, I'm ready.  Where's this chick I'm supposed to beat up?".

Before she even finished her sentence, Erin bounded down the stairs still in her same outfit of sports bra, short shorts and socks.  Marla was a little surprised by her appearance.  First of all she looked so young, obviously a teenager and her body looked very strong.  Marla couldn't help but notice her legs which easily rivaled her own and those of any guy she'd ever seen.  However, Marla Dunham does not get intimidated and Erin's incredible looks only made Marla want to hurt her worse.

"Ah, Erin this is Marla Dunham and Marla this is Erin," Jason awkwardly said as he retreated to the far side of the room.

Erin shot Jason a stare that he instantly knew meant "get the hell out of here".  He grabbed his car keys and took off.  He knew not to come back for several hours.  Erin then looked over the fitness queen and was not too impressed, except for her large breasts which Erin was already looking forward to playing with.

"OK, anything goes.  Only submissions and knockouts count.  We keep going until one of us can't continue.  Should we get started?" Erin said.

Marla nodded her head and they went to the center of the room.  Both girls oozed confidence as they circled one another strutting themselves.  Marla was taller, heavier and was sure that this girl would break easy like all the others.  Marla started things by throwing a kick at Erin's midsection that the girl easily avoided.  Erin rolled her eyes at Marla's pathetic attempt and put both of her hands in the air challenging her to a test of strength.  Marla, with six inches on the tiny teen, gladly accepted with a cocky smirk on her face.  They locked fingers and began struggling for supremacy.  Marla was grunting from the start trying to force the smaller girl onto her knees and with their bodies pressed tightly together Erin whispered into her ear.

"This is where it starts to get painful."

Erin effortlessly bent Marla's fingers to their breaking point and the blonde screamed and was forced down to her knees.  Erin let out a little giggle and with Marla kneeling before her, the nasty teen stepped forward and clamped her awesome thighs around her victim's head.  As Erin slowly turned on the pressure, Marla was in serious pain.  Her hands ran up and down the teenager's legs looking for a weakness.  Marla's hands felt Erin's rock hard ass and her thick, skull crushing thighs.  Marla gripped Erin's calves trying to pull them apart, but it was no use.  She couldn't even get both of her hands around one of Erin's mighty calves.  She was in a panic as Erin began doing toe raises, pumping out her calves to immense proportions.  Marla was screaming and hitting the teen's legs with all her might, but the pressure kept getting worse.  Erin then fell onto the floor taking Marla with her.  The blonde reached down to Erin's tiny, stocking clad feet trying to separate them, but it was hopeless.  For the first time in her life Marla uttered those humiliating words.

"Ahhh, I give, please, oh God, please, stop, I give, uncle, please, ahhhh---"

Erin kept squeezing pondering whether or not to release the hold.  Finally Marla's shrieking and screaming became too much to bear and she released the hurting girl.  As Marla held her aching head Erin leapt up to her feet.

"I seriously hope you can do better than that.  That was pretty sad.  I was using like maybe a third of my strength and you were screaming.  C'mon bitch let's see what you got."

Marla was mad.  Nobody talks to her like that and nobody pushes her around, especially an overpumped little teenager.  Marla cleared the cobwebs from her head and stood up just a few feet from Erin, staring her down.  Erin had her hands on her hips and smirked back at the fitness goddess.  In a split second, Marla slammed a hard kick into Erin's exposed abs.  Then screaming like a madwoman she followed it up with half a dozen brutal punches to the teen's stomach.  When she was done her hands hurt like hell as she looked at the young girl in disbelief.  Erin had been moved back half a step by the force of the blows, but she still had that same smirk on her face.

"You hit like a sissy girl."

Enraged, Marla threw a right fist at the teenager's chin.  However it was intercepted.  Erin grabbed the incoming fist in her left hand and with a powerful squeeze brought Marla to her knees.  Marla was in agony and thought the bones in her hand were breaking.

"OK, you blonde bitch, pay attention.  This is how you hit someone in the gut."

Marla knew what was coming and flexed up her rock-hard abs but it was no use.  Erin's fist slammed into her stomach and it felt as though it was going to exit out her back.  Marla doubled over gasping and groaning, rolling on the floor.  Erin immediately began pulling her hair as she dragged the moaning woman across the floor, placing her in front of the couch.  Erin took a seat on the comfy couch and thrusting her legs out slammed her titanic calves around Marla's neck and head.  All the blonde could see was muscle to the sides of her and tiny feet covered by white socks in front of her.  Then the pain started.  It was horrible.  The teen locked her ankles and Marla's hands went to her calves.  They were like huge rocks, jagged and unmovable.  The awesome muscle of Erin's calves was smashing Marla's jaw and pretty face, which was contorted with pain.  Erin began violently jerking her legs and Marla's entire body would spasm.  The young girl found this very funny.  Marla really couldn't scream, just a steady groan escaped from her lips.  Erin pointed her little toes which really flexed up her mammoth calves and Marla began flailing wildly.  So powerful were Erin's calves that she could have smashed Marla's jaw to pieces with just the tiniest increase in pressure.  These deadly weapons were so big they were crushing her entire head and after just a few seconds of this intense squeezing, Marla's body went limp.  Erin spread her legs wide and Marla's now bruised face slid to the floor.

Erin was having too much fun to slow down now, so she dragged the unconscious woman to the middle of the room and laid her out on the floor.  The teenager climbed on top of her and began feeling that gorgeous fitness body all over.  She ran her hands over Marla's nice abs and up to her big round breasts.  She grabbed one in each hand and played with her nipples until they were hard.  Erin felt her defined shoulders and biceps and then looked closely at her face.  She noticed the swelling around her jaw from the brutal calf scissoring and wanted to make it worse.  She slapped Marla back to consciousness and before the beaten blonde could even react Erin had spun around on her, grabbing her victim in a reverse headscissor.  The teen rammed Marla's face high up into her glutes and began squeezing the life out of her.  Marla's hands went instantly to Erin's tight ass as she screamed her submission.  The cruel teen ignored her and began flexing up her glutes hard.  Each brutal, snapping flex of her hard ass felt like a punch to Marla's poor face.  Tears were running down her battered cheeks as the teen's rocky muscle was smashing up her face.  Erin looked back at her and laughed as the punishment was becoming visible.  Nasty bruises were overtaking her supermodel gorgeous face.  Marla had given up trying to fight back and was hoping that it would all be over soon.  Erin gave her victim one last long, painful squeeze that brought Marla to the brink of darkness and then stopped.  Erin stood up over Marla, who was looking more dead than alive and ordered her to get to her knees.  After several pitiful, struggling attempts Marla managed to do it and looked up at her victor through blurry, swollen eyes.

"I want you to crawl over to me and take my shorts off."

Marla obeyed as quickly as she could, crawling to the teenager and peeling off her skin tight shorts to reveal the world's tiniest black panties.  She had some trouble getting the shorts down past Erin's humongous thighs, but she managed and then looked up at her for further instructions.

"Good girl.  Now kiss my ass and I want to feel a lot of tongue."

Marla, with tears running down her mangled face, went around behind Erin and began kissing and licking that beautiful, muscular ass.  Erin gleefully flexed those glutes up for her several times, as if Marla hadn't seen enough of them up close.  She felt so humiliated and so ashamed as she worshipped the tiny teen.  She wanted to just go somewhere and die.  As Erin spoke to her, Marla couldn't look her in the eye.

"That wasn't bad -- I guess you are good for something after all.  By the way, that was a Porsche you drove up in wasn't it?"

"y-y-yes."

"You know I always wanted one of those.  I can have yours right?"

"oh, god....y-yes," came the tearful reply.

"Good.  Maybe if you have to walk everywhere you can build up those skinny legs of yours.  Maybe even you can get calves like these."

Erin turned her back to the sobbing girl and began doing toe raises.  Her calves instantly turned to stone and they seemed to grow bigger with each pump.  The seventeen plus inches of calf muscle now looked more like nineteen or twenty.  The jagged slabs of muscle jutting out from her legs frightened Marla almost to death.

"I want you to touch them -- rub them all over -- tell me what they feel like.  And you better make it good."

Marla crawled to Erin who was still doing her toe raises and began touching her calves with her fingertips.  They were unbelievable.  They were too big and defined for a male bodybuilder let alone a little girl.  Marla was awestruck by the hardness.

"they're so hard, i can't believe it...they're so big...i can't even get both my hands around one...my god, they're even like stone in the front...you have the most amazing calves i've ever seen...they're harder than rock..."

Erin kept doing her toe raises as she slipped her fingers underneath her panties and began fingering herself.

"Keep talking bitch, and don't stop!"

Marla kept massaging and feeling the immense calves before her.

"oh, oh, they're so beautiful...so big...so much bigger than any man's...they put everyone else's to shame...so hard...so magnificent...god they're gorgeous...no one compares to you...oh i love your calves..."

Erin was really getting off on this and her juices were flowing harder with each word Marla spoke.  Then, still fingering herself, she stopped doing her raises and stood flat footed.

"Pull my socks up to my knees, bitch."

Marla obeyed and began pulling up Erin's white socks.  She had a lot trouble trying to get them up over her immense calves and it took a full minute before she could do both.  She looked up at the teenager, who she could tell was in a state of ecstasy, and awaited her orders.

"Now you little slut.....LICK MY FUCKIN' CALVES!"

With that, Erin violently shot up on her tip toes and her calves exploded out, ripping her socks to shreds.  Marla gasped.  What remained of the destroyed socks fell to the floor and her slave began licking and sucking those gigantic muscles.  A moaning Erin continued her raises as Marla kept mouthing and tonguing her mistresses' calves, slobbering kisses all over them.  Erin was moaning louder and louder and this made Marla work harder too.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!  Don't you fuckin' stop!  Ohhhhh!  Cumming!"

With that Erin shrieked her mighty orgasm as she stayed up on her toes, her calves pumped bigger than ever and Marla's mouth still attached to her legs.  Erin kept on moaning softly, still taking in the effects of the intense climax.  The satisfied teen was motionless for a moment and then spun around and peered down at her slave.  Marla looked up at her through puffy, teary eyes not sure what was going to happen next.  Erin then got down on the ground with her frightened slave and gave her a wet kiss, forcing her tongue down the beaten girl's throat.  The teen placed Marla on her back and climbed up on her in a schoolboy pin.  Erin sat triumphantly on her plaything and looked into her eyes.  She placed her cummy fingers into her slave's mouth and Marla hungrily sucked them, savoring each drop knowing that's what Erin wanted.

"I hope you understand your situation."

"yes, yes i do."

"I hope you realize that everything you ever had is mine.  Your car, your house, your men...everything."

"y-yes."

"And everything you ever will have is mine.  I now own you.  Is that clear?  And call me Mistress Erin."

"yes, mistress erin, yes."

"That's a good girl.  Now I'm going to grind my pussy into your face until I cum again and you're going to enjoy every second of it."

"yes, mistress errrr----"

The horny teen had cut off Marla's response by placing her crotch on her face.  As the intense grinding started, the smell and taste Erin's cum soaked panties covered every inch of the slave's face.  The cruel mistress was brutalizing her slave with her pussy and soon Marla's face was covered with Erin's juice.  The powerful smothering was too much to take and Marla felt herself slipping away again into darkness.  This was the beginning of Marla Dunham's new life.