MUSCLE LOCK

Carmella Vs. Cleo A Battle Clan Diary



Unrepentant and unchecked decadence sadly subjects women to the many facets
of powerful men's sick fantasies; prostitution, pornography even violence
hence even folklore even tends to objectify them in the worst ways.


One of many such legends is the existence of a secret feminine combat
organization called The Battle Clan, a kind of a Fight Club for women
operating out of the Westheimer stripe in Houston Texas' west side.  It is
said that the organization is run by a 100-year-old billionaire called G-
Man and his best friend and assistant called Deacon.


 The girls are paid well for doing battle with each other they are examined
by health professionals before allowed to fight, there is no mortal combat
(fights to the death) and there are referees and security on sight.  They
have health insurance, scholarships and retirement plans and many other
benefits.  Some would say that is not a bad deal and a small price to pay
for beating each other bloody at the whim of a had full of degenerates who
are making infinitely more on side wagers with other powerful and wealthy
men.


Like all other Westheimer stories the truthfulness of the tale is a matter
of opinion because like most Westheimer stories there are probably at least
two versions.  But  the only real question here is what do you choose to
believe.


Deacon



  Two women, a small room, bright lights, both 5'4", 165lbs, 36-22-34,
magnificently built biceps, triceps, impeccable eight packs, broad sinewy
yet smooth shoulders, athletic thighs and diamond shaped calves.

Their differences: Carmella; honey hued skinned, short black curly hair,
tea colored eyes, a narrow native American nose, high cheek bones and a
small mouth with pouty lips wearing a black sequenced mini bikini
showcasing her magnificent glutei.


Cleo, a milk chocolate hue, long finely braided locks, brown eyes, a small
nose slightly flared at the nostrils, full rounded cheek bones with a wide
sexy mouth and full African lips was wearing a red lace bikini underwear
set with a g-strig cut in the back revealing her sexy round muscular butt.


They knew nothing of each other except they would be evenly matched, that
there would be no live audience only cameras, that the combat would be hand
to hand wrestling only, no ref. no time limit, whoever walked out first,
was the winner. $200.00 to fight and $2000.00 for the winner.


Carmella was lead into the room first, she went to the opposite wall and
turned her back to it then Cleo enter the door shut behind her a buzzer
sounded and the rushed each other. Both were applying a tight headlock they
took semi squatting positions seeking an advantage. Twisting, bending,
straining muscularity solicited deep groaning as these small Amazons tested
each other's might and resolve. The back and forth of their bellicose dance
caused perspiration to trickle from every pore.


Carmella challenged Cleo by hooking her leg Cleo accepted by engaging her
leg. Interlocking their limbs caused them to topple to the floor making a
loud spanking sound upon impact.  Neither woman wasted time as they quickly
employed their other legs creating a chocolate caramel swirl of muscularity
glazed with sweat. Carmella was on the bottom so she attempted a bridge
against Cleo's pelvis but to no avail because Cleo pressed her back to the
floor.  Carmella however managed to free her legs wrapping them around
Cleo's waist and began squeezing listening for Cleo to utter a grunt
indicating a weakening. Cleo only gave a low moan then cranked her headlock
on tighter and buried her chin into Carmella's cheekbone. No one gave in at
this point they just moaned at the tensing of their holds. Cleo worked her
knees forward and to the sides of Carmella then raised into a squat with
Carmella still attached to her waist and still in the clutches of her
headlock then she launch forward crashing Carmella's back into the nearest
wall. Carmella bellowed and dropped her scissors hold but immediately she
rams her foot into Cleo's vulva to hold her off, Cleo was standing
straddled above Carmella but after Carmella's thrust Cleo was successfully
ejected and fell on her butt.


Getting to their feet at the same time the resumed the struggle immediately
both hooking the other's head and crotch seeking a slam. Cleo realizing
that their strength was even pinched the lower part of Carmella's moist
exquisite powerful rump. Cleo seeking relief from this exotic claw hold by
stretching her leg backward while rotating her butt to keep it from
becoming numb. Cleo also applied the same pinch hold to Carmella's vigorous
glutei. Amid their squealing and grunting was some cursing as the suffering
increased.


First Cleo gained better footing then initiated a suflex they scrambled to
their feet then Carmella quickly returned the gesture. Reciprocation of
slapping each other's moist libidinous physiques to the deck went on for
some time until we lost count and they lost their wind ending with both
robust belles supine and panting like two great cats after a kill.  Now the
fatigue was evident by their matted hair, perspiration marinated flesh,
protruding capillaries, vigorous twitching muscle and coarse windy sounds
coming from their wide opened awry mouths.


The beautiful bronzed female athletes rolled in opposite directions and
slowly arose to the feet obviously worn from the battle.  Staring each
other in the eyes circling one another with unsteady knees, quivering
glutei and heaving battle hardened chests awaiting the right time for the
final strike.  Both women knew they only had enough energy left for one
last engagement and that whoever got the upper hand would be the winner.

Simultaneously they leaped at one another their fore heads colliding and
their arms clenched tightly about each other's aching heads as they
descended to the floor.  Surprisingly the chose almost telepathically not
to grapple on the deck but instead rose to their feet affixed to each
other.  After this began a series of foot and knee attacks the likes of
never before seen in battle clan history.  Cleo and Carmella drove their
knees into each other's torsos with such force that we could hear ribs
cracking and see evidence of the damage as abrasions appeared on their sexy
bodies. Once again no quarter was given or taken they endured the mutual
onslaught for over five minutes when suddenly Cleo hit pay dirt.  During
the trade of blows Cleo jammed her knee underneath Carmella's left tit
directly into a nerve which caused Carmella to squeal tremble the falter to
her butt Cleo wasted no time she held tight to hear headlock sat in
Carmella's lap wrapped her legs about Carmella's waist and constricted her
like a great deadly snake until Carmella fell into the slumber of defeat.


Neither girl had encountered anyone as strong as the other before so Cleo's
victory was mingled with respect knowing fully that her beaten unconscious
foe could have easily been her.  Cleo moved quickly for the door so that
Carmella could receive any needed medical attention but before crossing the
thresh hold she turned and bowed to the stranger in the night with whom she
had engaged in the most physical intimacy called muscle lock.