Unthinkable
By GAR
Good muscle meets bad attitude


Amber was frustrated. She lay by the pool, her tanned, muscular body
glistening in the morning sun. She wanted to push the memory of the previous
night out of her mind, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. Shifting her
weight uncomfortably, she tugged on the bottoms of her light pink bikini. The
aging lounge chair groaned under the weight of her 5' 11", 195 pound body.

"Don't get up. It's over."

Her 17-inch bicep rose and fell as she scooped the romance novel off the deck
and literally buried her face in it. It was Sunday morning and almost all the
other hotel guests were checking out. The area was almost completely deserted,
except for a young couple at the far end of the Olympic sized pool, but she
still wanted to ensure she would not be disturbed by some enthusiastic fan
wanting an autograph, or worse, begging her to flex her massively muscled body
for a photograph. The resort was old and had certainly seen better days, but
she had chosen it for its relative seclusion and the opportunity to unwind in
privacy the morning after the fight.

"Stay down. Don't make me hurt you anymore." She still felt a slight twinge of
guilt.

Amber was the Women's Freestyle Fighting Champion of the World, which was a
long way of saying she was the baddest babe on the planet. She was well known
as a "face," or good girl in the business. Freestyle was a mixture of bare
knuckles brawling and wrestling that had grown in popularity from a small
underground following to one of the most-watched cable television events. The
rules were simple: no protective gear was allowed; no biting, fingernail
gouging, attacks to the crotch or breasts, and no actions clearly intended to
maim or permanently injure. Otherwise, anything went. There were no time
limits, no rounds with rest periods in between, and the fights ended only by
submission or knock out.

Ironically, the big blonde had never intended to become involved in the sport.
She had never even heard of it before an accident of fate made her a part of
it. Amber had always been athletic, a star on both her swim and softball teams
in high school. Although she always displayed team work and good sportsmanship
she was still a fierce competitor; she hated to lose and never took defeat
well, usually blaming herself while praising her teammates for their efforts.
During her senior year, her softball team lost in the semi-final round of the
state championship and she locked herself in her room for two days, refusing
to speak to anyone.

She was bit by the weightlifting bug her first year in college and her body
responded quickly; in just over a year she gained 30 lbs of lean muscle. She
worked hard on better defining her physique and was so pleased with the
results she considered competing on the amateur women's bodybuilding circuit.
Her newfound passion put her in the gym five days a week, usually early in the
morning before her classes began. It was the only full service gym in her
small college town and even at 6:00 AM it was usually very busy. Most of the
regulars were always in a hurry to get in and out in time for school or work,
and competition for use of the equipment sometimes became heated, even nasty.
Not wanting to cause trouble, Amber almost always graciously deferred when
pushed to relinquish one of the machines. She usually had no problem with
simply switching to the free weights. But one morning an especially surly
woman insisted Amber give up the leg press to her, and it really rubbed the
big girl the wrong way.

She complained to a friend, one of her classmates that also frequented the
gym, and the other girl chided her. "You're always too nice," she said, "Why
don't you stand up to these bitches and tell them to wait their turn?" Amber
stewed on it for a few minutes; the arrogant, condescending tone of the woman
had really ticked her off. With a nod of determination she marched over and
confronted her, only to receive the same haughty attitude. The blonde's temper
flared and she grabbed the shocked woman by the scruff of her neck, easily
hoisting her off the machine with one well muscled arm. The woman lashed out
at her and before anyone knew what was happening there was a catfight
happening in the middle of the gym.

Actually, it was more domination than fight. The woman was no match for the
muscular blonde and Amber overpowered her easily. In a matter of minutes she
had the snotty bitch flat on her belly, pulling her head back in an agonizing
sitting surfboard. The woman shrieked her surrender as Amber's massive arms
slowly bent her spine backwards, frantically slapping her hands on the carpet
as the big blonde threatened to break her in two. Amber made her apologize
loudly before she released the humiliated woman's head and let it flop to the
floor.

Amber was shocked, even embarrassed by her own aggressiveness, but she also
felt a sense of pride and satisfaction for so successfully standing up for
herself. And as luck would have it, the incident would prove to be her ticket
to fame and fortune. An official of the Women's Freestyle Fighting League was
in town to visit his college aged son and had visited the gym for his own
morning workout, witnessing the entire event. He asked Amber to join him for
lunch and offered her a contract to join the growing organization on the spot.
The money he offered was good, and the chance to compete for even more rewards
made it an easy decision for her. She dropped out of college and headed off
for training.

Amber's blonde haired, blue eyed, girl-next-door looks had made her instantly
popular when she first burst upon the scene. She was dubbed the Golden Girl
and established her image as the wholesome girl who always tried to fight
fair, and the fans ate it up. Her incredibly muscular body and athletic
ability allowed her to move quickly up the ranks and capture the championship
in less than two years. After gaining some experience she had become literally
unstoppable, easily defeating even the most gifted women she faced in
one-sided, sometimes brutal battles. She relished the competition and was
extremely proud of her success. And while she sincerely desired to do the
right thing and always fight by the rules, she was not above using the same
dirty, underhanded tactics many of her opponents tried on her. She was quite
capable of becoming a vicious, merciless hellcat bent on destroying those who
had crossed the line with her, even though she never felt good about it
afterwards. But her many fans always forgave her for it, and she adored being
their champion.

"Don't get up. Stay down." She shrugged it off, wishing it could have been
different, but satisfied with getting the win. The dumb girl had brought it on
herself anyway.

The previous night her match had been with a tough, muscular brunette named
Layla who had carefully cultivated her image as a "heel," or bad girl. Her
theme music was the famous song of the same name. "Layla, you got me on my
knees..." echoed through the arena as she sashayed down the ramp, blowing
kisses to the fans as they booed her. She was nearly Amber's size; about 5'
10" and 175 lbs, not quite as cut as the blonde but more voluptuous with full,
DD breasts that looked even bigger next to Amber's smaller but firm B-cups.
She had a sultry, exotic look about her, with big dark eyes and full lips
covered in blood red lipstick. The dark haired beauty's ass was rounder and
fuller too, but nowhere near as firm. It jiggled noticeably as she pranced
around the ring in her black two-piece, waving and striking muscle poses to
the raging crowd packed into the small arena. Amber just calmly stood in her
corner and watched as she adjusted the straps on her powder blue leotard. It
was not a title bout, but the pay-per-view orders had gone through the roof
and Layla was obviously determined to make a name for herself against the
undefeated champion on national television.

Once the fight was underway, however, it became quickly apparent that, like
all the other fighters, the brunette was no match for Amber. Despite the bad
girl's best efforts the champion was handling her with ease. Every attempt she
made to get her hands on Amber was easily deflected and countered by hard but
clean punches and slaps from the bigger blonde. Finally, two knees to the
belly were followed by a hip toss and the beaten, gasping heel was sprawled
face down on the mat in less than seven minutes, blood trickling from her nose
and split lip. Amber walked to a neutral corner as the rules dictated, not a
mark anywhere on her smooth, tanned skin, watching as the referee asked Layla
if she was ready to quit.

"Stay down," Amber whispered to herself, "Don't get up. I don't want to hurt
you any more."

Layla did not stay down. She rose slowly to her feet, glaring at the referee
with contempt. Then without warning she grabbed the man's hair with both hands
and flung him over the top rope, the force causing her to stagger backwards as
she wiped the blood from her chin. He wasn't much bigger than her and she had
no trouble sending him sailing out of the ring. The crowd roared its approval.
Wide-eyed with shock at Layla's unexpected move, Amber hurried across the ring
and quickly leaned over the top rope, trying to grab the hapless man before he
fell to the hard concrete floor beneath the ring. She managed to get both
hands on one of his flailing arms and began pulling him back up to the apron.
The audience was on its feet now, the noise deafening. Amber couldn't hear the
warning cries of her many fans as the bad girl moved up behind her with an
evil look in her dark eyes.

Suddenly Amber's scalp was burning as the brunette grabbed a handful of her
short cropped hair. At the same time Layla jammed her other hand between
Amber's legs, grasping at her crotch, trying to dig her long sharp nails
through the thin fabric of the blue leotard. The blonde let out a yelp and
released her grip, allowing the poor referee to slide down the side of the
ring. She instinctively spun around and slammed her left fist across the
brunette's face, sending her stumbling back towards a corner. Completely
enraged by the cheap shot, Amber followed her and roughly shoved her back into
the ring post. Layla brought her arms up to try and fend the big woman off,
but the champion batted them aside and delivered a crushing straight right
deep into the brunette's huge left breast. The bad girl shrieked in agony but
was cut off by a wicked left across her jaw, followed quickly by a tooth
shattering right to her mouth. Layla's long dark hair splayed out as her head
flew back and forth as if on a spring. Amber threw an uppercut to the
underside of her other breast, then sent two vicious knees into her crotch.
The crowd was going totally insane watching their Golden Girl extract her
revenge on the dark haired woman.

The referee managed to crawl back into the ring. He rushed over to where the
two women stood and put an arm between them, trying to stop Amber from
completely destroying the now helpless woman. But the blonde's temper had
gotten the better of her and without even looking at him she threw an elbow to
his face, knocking him flat on his back, barely conscious. She continued to
work Layla over with her fists; a right to the nose, a left to the belly,
another left to her breast, a right uppercut, a left hook ... Amber was
literally beating her to a pulp. Layla was completely out of it and could do
nothing to stop the blonde champion from working her head and body like a
heavy bag. Soon the ring was full of people - security guards, the timekeeper,
league officials - all trying to pull Amber off the decimated brunette and
stop the carnage. It took four big men to hold her down until her anger
subsided and they could get the gurney in to take Layla to the hospital.

Later, in her dressing room, the league commissioner assured Amber that Layla
would fully recover and she shouldn't feel bad for what happened. Her fans
loved it and the hype the incident generated would almost certainly increase
the pay-per-view revenue of her next fight, and Amber's payday along with it.
But she was concerned about tarnishing her good-girl image, and she always
felt genuinely bad when one of her opponents drove her to ignore the rules and
fight dirty.

A good night's sleep had helped her feel better. As long as she had caused no
permanent damage she was happy with her victory and with knowing she had sent
yet another message to the rest of the league: Don't mess with Amber. She had
come a long way since that day in the gym. With each easy victory she was
becoming more and more convinced she was truly unbeatable, and although good
sportsmanship remained very important to her she couldn't help feeling a bit
cocky about herself. With a sigh of contentment she put the book back down,
again shifting her weight in the creaking lounge chair. She made another quick
glance around the pool; still nobody in sight except the couple at the far
end. With a feeling of thankfulness for her solitude she put on her
sunglasses, closed her eyes and laid back to soak up the sun.

She had no idea how much time had passed when suddenly she could no longer
feel the sun's heat on her upper body. She opened her eyes to find herself in
shadow, and looked up to find the dark outline of a tall woman standing over
her, her features obscured by the sun directly behind her. "Um, Hi," Amber
said with hesitation, surprised by the sudden intrusion. She quickly pushed
herself up straighter in the lounge chair as she squinted up at the stranger,
trying to make out her features against the background of bright sunlight.

The woman's face came into focus. She was wearing a lot of makeup. Her big
green eyes were thick with black eyeliner and mascara. Her high cheekbones
were pink with blush, her pretty face framed by straight, shoulder length red
hair. Amber's gaze moved down to the black tank top she was wearing, cropped
just below her large, D-cup breasts. The woman's semi-hard nipples were
clearly visible through the clingy fabric. She was a good sized woman, big
boned and broad shouldered, and while she was no muscle girl like Amber she
was obviously in good shape. Her arms were meaty but firm, and she had a nice,
flat abdomen that showed a hint of a six pack. She was gazing down at the
blonde with a strange expression; a knowing sort of smile that made Amber feel
instantly uncomfortable.

"Well, well," the woman said in a husky voice, "my boyfriend was right. It IS
the Golden Girl."

Amber glanced down the pool to see the male half of the young couple sitting
alone. She felt her heart sink; she was really in no mood to cater to a fan at
that moment. "Yeah," she said, trying her best to not sound annoyed, "Did you
want an autograph?" She forced herself to smile.

The woman let out a short laugh. She began to slowly walk around the foot of
the lounge chair, her full, firm ass completely exposed by the black thong she
was wearing. "He's your biggest fan, you know," she said matter-of-factly, "He
just loves watching you fight. We were there last night - it's all he's talked
about since."

"That's great," Amber said, trying her best to sound enthusiastic as her eyes
followed the woman, "What's his name?"

"Bobby ... and my name's Donna." She stopped on the other side of the chair,
her hands on her hips; her solid, voluptuous body now fully in the sunlight.
The weird smile was still on her face, and she gave off an aggressive, even
menacing aura that made Amber instinctively squirm in her seat.

"Okay," the blonde said haltingly, "Do you want me to make it out to just him
or to both of you? Did you bring something to write with?"

Donna laughed again. "Like I said, he's your biggest fan. He's really got the
hots for you, sweetie. He wants a lot more than just your autograph."

"Oh," Amber replied after an awkward pause, the strange vibe she was getting
from the redhead increasing, "you mean a photo?" She really wanted to make the
woman go away.

"I don't think a picture is going to satisfy him either," Donna smiled. She
put one foot on the edge of the lounge and leaned closer. "See, he wants to
fuck your big strong body, Golden Girl; doggie style; after you suck his cock
for him."

Amber just looked at Donna's smiling face in stunned silence. The two women
remained frozen in time for a few long seconds. "What ... what did you say?"
the blonde finally gasped, her voice filled with incredulity.

The redhead stood upright and put her hands back on her hips. "You heard me,
Amberkins. You're gonna suck my man's dick, then you're gonna get on your
hands and knees so he can fuck you like a bitch in heat." She pointed to one
of the private bungalows several yards from the pool area, far away from the
main hotel building. "We're staying right over there; it's nice and private.
Let's go, champ."

Amber was still in shock. There was another long pause as she just looked at
the woman dumfounded. "I don't ... you can't ... I'm not going anywhere with
you!" She had been threatened in public before, it came with the territory,
but never so calmly and brazenly, and certainly never involving anything
sexual.

Donna seemed even more amused. "Sure you are, champ. You're gonna get your ass
over to our room and please him with that big, strong body of yours. Right
now. Let's go."

The blonde's shock turned to anger. She swung her legs around and sat up
straight on the edge of the lounge. "Get the hell away from me," Amber
snapped, "before I have you thrown out of here."

Donna's smile widened as she folded her arms across her ample chest. "You're
not making me go anywhere, sweetie. Get up."

Now Amber was becoming furious. She whipped off her sunglasses and stood up,
bringing the women toe to toe. She was almost half a head taller than Donna
and her upper body size dwarfed the redhead's. "Look, you sick bitch," she
said, "I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not about to sit here and
listen to this crap. You and your twisted boyfriend can find someone else to
play games with."

Donna didn't seem the least bit intimidated. "I'm not playing, Golden Girl. I
said you're gonna fuck him. I can make you do it, you know." The knowing smile
never left her face.

Amber couldn't believe what she was hearing. The nerve of the bitch! As if
Amber couldn't squash her like a bug! She leaned down so she was nose-to-nose
with the redhead. "Make me? Try it, bitch, and I'll rip those big boobs off
and shove 'em up your fat butt." She stood upright and shook her head,
suddenly displeased with herself for letting it get this far. "I'm out of
here," she said with disgust, turning her back on Donna as she reached to
gather her things.

It was a mistake. Donna grabbed the blonde's brawny shoulder in her left hand
and spun her back around. Amber was surprised by the unexpected move, and by
the woman's strength. Her fighting instincts kicked in and in one fluid motion
she slapped Donna's arm away. But the redhead had another surprise in store.
In the same fluid motion she brought her right hand across her body and
clamped it onto Amber's right breast, digging her fingertips hard into the
soft but firm tissue. The big woman let out a yelp as the pain knifed through
her chest. She brought both hands up to stop the attack, but Donna increased
the pressure sharply. "Don't touch me," she said quickly, "I'll crush it."
Amber's hands froze inches away from the smaller woman's outstretched arm as
the pain grew intense. She noticed Donna's bicep rise significantly, saw the
sinewy muscle in her forearm become more pronounced; this girl was a lot
stronger than she looked. The blonde stood motionless for a moment, gasping in
shock, unsure of what to do next. Her fingers flinched toward Donna's arm and
the pain became unbearable as the pressure grew even stronger. "I mean it,"
Donna threatened again, "You might take me down, but you'll lose this little
tittie for good." Amber fought back the urge to defend herself; she had no
doubt Donna meant what she said, and she wasn't ready to sacrifice her breast.
She struggled to keep her wits about her. They couldn't stand there by the
pool forever; her chance would come soon enough. She slowly brought her arms
down and the redhead loosened her vice-like grip.

Donna moved behind the bigger woman, maintaining her hold, her arm wrapped
around Amber's big right bicep. "Let's go, champ," she said in her husky
voice, "Follow him." Amber looked down the pool to see the man walking towards
the bungalow off under the trees. The blonde hesitated; Donna gave her tit
another hard squeeze and threw a sharp slap on her ass. "Now, Golden Girl,"
she said impatiently, and having little choice Amber began to move in the same
direction, the redhead walking along behind her. Donna leaned in close to
Amber's ear as they left the pool area. "We were so lucky to find you here,
champ, "she said softly, "I'm going to enjoy making you please my man, but
it's going to make me sooo jealous seeing his big dick inside you. I hate the
way he drools over you every time he sees you fight. I've been telling him for
a long time that I could kick your ass, but he doesn't believe me." The blonde
clenched her teeth and struggled to remain calm. Her mind was reeling; how
could she let this happen? Her quiet, peaceful morning had suddenly become a
nightmare. She was sorry there was no one around to help her, but at the same
time she was grateful nobody could see what was happening to her. "So even if
I don't have to make you fuck him," Donna went on, "watching you satisfy him
is really gonna piss me off. Then I'll have to show him I'm woman enough to
beat the shit out of you." The redhead's words burned Amber, but she swallowed
her pride for the moment. If Donna was going to try and make her have sex with
her boyfriend, she thought, she was going to have to release her. Once she was
free she would put this bitch down and get the hell out of there.

The bungalow had a spacious sitting area. Bobby had arrived ahead of them and
had most of the furniture pushed back against the walls by the time the two
women entered. He wore a gray t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of
dark blue Speedos; Amber saw the bulge between his legs grow noticeably as he
beheld the sight of Donna forcing her through the door. He was around six feet
tall with dark brown hair, rather handsome actually, but he wasn't all that
strong looking. Good, Amber thought, she would have no problems getting away.

"Geez babe, it's really her," he said with an awestruck tone, "I can't believe
this is really happening."

"Neither can she," Donna laughed, "Ready for the bitch to suck your cock?"
Amber squirmed instinctively, but the redhead maintained her grip.

Bobby chuckled. "If you really think you can make her do it." He winked at
Amber, making her stomach turn.

Donna's expression changed to one of irritation. She untied the top straps of
Amber's bikini top, bringing a gasp of protest from the bigger woman. Donna
gave another hard squeeze and the blonde forced herself to relax, her heart
pounding as she felt the bottom strap fall away from her back. The redhead
then shoved her roughly away, holding the skimpy pink garment in her right
hand while Amber staggered forward, her small exposed breasts bouncing up and
down. She instinctively brought her arms up and covered her chest as she
turned to face Donna, who was pulling her own top off over her head. The
nipples on the redhead's big, firm tits were rock hard. Putting on a show for
her boyfriend, she casually held the tank top off to one side before letting
it sail to the floor. She put her right hand on her hip and cocked her sexy
ass to one side, glaring defiantly at the blonde who just looked back with
embarrassment, both hands still clutching her chest.

"Now get on your knees, sweetie, and suck my man's dick," Donna commanded.
Amber glanced around the room, assessing her predicament. The redhead stood
directly between her and the door. She swallowed hard and let her arms fall to
her sides, wincing slightly as she heard Bobby's audible gasp at seeing her
almost completely naked. Being freed from Donna's humiliating control allowed
her to rethink the situation; as much as she wanted to punish the redhead, she
realized the important thing was to simply get out of the bungalow as quickly
as possible. She recovered her confidence and put both hands on her hips,
staring right into Donna's eyes as she spoke.

"I'm leaving," she said evenly, "don't try to stop me."

The smaller woman's expression remained unchanged as she nodded her head back
slightly. "There's the door, sweetie. Go for it." She stood there motionless
in her cocky pose, glaring right back at the big blonde.

"Don't make me hurt you, bitch."

"Like I said ... go for it."

Amber gave up trying to bully the redhead. She quickly marched forward to
Donna's right, assuming she could easily shove her way past the smaller woman,
throwing her right elbow up to push her away. Donna leaned to her left,
quickly grabbing the crook of Amber's arm with both hands and spinning the
blonde back, sending her staggering into the wall with a thud. Amber was again
shocked at Donna's strength; she had seemed to fling the bigger, muscular
woman away with little effort. Amber charged forward again, this time throwing
out her right forearm to move Donna out of her way. The smaller woman's left
hand shot up and grasped Amber's thumb, yanking it back painfully to the point
of almost breaking it. The surprised blonde let out a short shriek as Donna
easily forced her massive arm down and away, then gave a loud grunt as the
redhead whipped her right fist around to land flush against Amber's jaw. The
big girl's head snapped to the side and she fell to one knee, Donna still
holding tight to her aching thumb. Before Amber could react Donna threw the
back of her fist across her right cheekbone, snapping her head back the other
way. She then drove it forward again into the left side of Amber's face, then
again, and again, each punch harder than the last. The champion dropped her
other knee and Donna threw her hand away, sending the muscular woman slumping
to one side, her head spinning from the force of Donna's blows.

The redhead walked over to where Bobby was standing, right next to the
entrance to the bungalow. She resumed her confident, sexy pose and casually
reached her hand into his tight swim trunks, pulling out his rock hard cock
and running her hand up and down its throbbing length. He was fairly well
endowed; about 8 inches long and very thick. Amber could feel a sense of dread
well up inside her when she saw it. She knelt there gasping, trying to clear
her head, totally shocked at how quickly Donna had taken her down. "Oh babe,"
Bobby said, his voice breathy with arousal, "she's gonna kill you now." Donna
snorted a laugh. She gazed down at the blonde with a bemused look. "I've
forced you to your knees, Golden Girl," she said matter-of-factly, "Do I have
to force your mouth on it, too?" Hearing the threat sent a surge of energy
through Amber. So she'll have to fight her, she thought. No problem. She'll
put her in her place like all the rest. After what Donna had done to her,
she'll enjoy hurting the bitch.

Amber rose to her feet. Her head had mostly cleared; her jaw and cheekbone
were aching but she was not too badly damaged. "You're not making me do
anything," she said, glaring hatefully at the smaller woman. The smile on
Donna's face grew wider. "We'll see champ," she answered, and moved away from
Bobby toward the center of the room.

The two women began moving from side to side, arms up, palms forward, Donna
maintaining her position between Amber and the door. The blonde threw a hand
at Donna's head that was quickly slapped away. Moving around the other way,
she tried another tentative slap that was deflected with equal ease. They
continued their dance for several more seconds, both with determined looks in
their eyes, both searching for the right opening through which to attack. Then
suddenly, Amber lunged forward with the deceptive speed she was famous for.
She slammed into Donna and wrapped her arms around the redhead, clamping her
hands together in the small of her back, executing a perfect bear hug. Donna
let out a loud grunt as the air began rushing out of her, her arms pinned
beneath Amber's massive biceps. Their breasts and abdomens mashed together
tightly as the muscular woman began to pour on the pressure. Now I've got you
bitch, Amber thought, you're finished.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her crotch. She realized with dismay that
Donna had managed to get a hand between them, and mimicking Layla's move from
the night before was digging her nails hard into the soft flesh of Amber's
womanhood. She jerked the redhead up tighter against her muscular frame,
trying to force her to stop, but Donna responded by just digging in harder.
Amber clenched her teeth; she knew if she could maintain her hold the redhead
would eventually pass out, but the pain was becoming intense. She increased
the pressure as much as she could but Donna was really working her crotch
hard, and the situation quickly became unbearable for the bigger woman. With a
final cry of pain Amber released her from her monstrous grip and quickly
swatted the smaller woman's arm away. The blonde staggered back as she
instinctively moved both hands between her legs.

Donna paused a moment, gulping air into her lungs. Then with equally amazing
speed she stepped up and sent a right straight into Amber's mouth, snapping
the muscular woman's head back violently. As Amber's head pitched forward
Donna grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and slammed a knee into the big
girl's hard belly with brutal force, lifting her feet off the floor as she
doubled over with a loud whoosh. She released Amber's hair and sent a quick
one-two across the breathless woman's face, then sent her staggering with a
vicious right uppercut, following her as she stumbled back against the wall.

Amber was again in shock. She could taste the blood in her mouth; the pain in
her crotch, abdomen and face was intense. The bitch was dominating her,
hurting her. She tried desperately to come up with a strategy to stop the
smaller woman, but the punishment Donna was dishing out had her head swimming,
and she had never been in such a predicament. Her entire career she had always
been on top, had always been in control. Now it was she who was being
controlled and there seemed to be no way for her to stop it.

And Donna was not letting up. She pressed her left forearm up to Amber's neck,
pinning her against the wall. She drove two solid rights through the blonde's
washboard abs, then sent an uppercut whistling into the underside of Amber's
left breast. The big woman lashed out wildly, but Donna batted her arm away
and once again brought the back of her fist sailing into Amber's cheekbone.
Amber again reached out blindly and managed to grab a shock of Donna's hair,
but two more hard blows to her unprotected mammary made her release the grip.
She couldn't believe what was happening - it was unthinkable to be so
completely overwhelmed by the smaller woman. Another gut busting shot just
below her navel brought her feet off the floor; then came two more straight
rights, one to the blonde's left eye and another to her mouth. Donna again
brought her knee up hard into Amber's midsection then slammed her forearm
across the blonde's already battered breasts. Another shot across her cheek
made Amber's massive arms fall limp at her sides, then a savage right cross to
her jaw totally ended any ability she had left to defend herself. Donna
removed her forearm and stepped back, watching smugly as the barely conscious
champion slowly slid down to the floor, flat on her muscular ass.

The redhead sauntered over to where Bobby stood, his exposed manhood fully
engorged, his eyes wide with surprise and excitement. Donna nuzzled her
voluptuous form against his side and once again reached down to fondle his
cock. "What do you think now, baby?" she smiled.

Bobby was breathless. "Oh babe," he gasped, "I can't believe how easy you
handled her. She barely laid a hand on you."

Donna chuckled. "Look at 'Miss Big, Bad Golden Girl,' lying there all beat to
shit. She's nothing. She's pathetic. I told you I could kick her ass, didn't I
baby? And it made you so hard watching me do it." She wrapped her hand around
his throbbing member and ran her thumb across its enormous, pink head. "Ready
for her mouth, baby?"

Bobby was in a panting heat now. "Oh yeah ... make her do it, babe. Make her
suck my cock. Make her do it now."

Amber lay still against the wall, her chest heaving, the pain still shooting
through her head and upper body. The room was spinning but her senses were
clear enough to hear what the two were saying, and to understand what it meant
for her. A sense of panic welled up inside her, a feeling she was totally
unfamiliar with, and she struggled hard to lift the fog Donna's vicious
beating had placed on her mind. Her panic rose sharply as she suddenly
realized the redhead was standing directly over her.

"Get up on your knees, bitch," Donna commanded calmly, "It's time to get
fucked in the mouth."

Amber turned her head away in disgust. "Go to hell," she gasped.

The redhead's tone became harsh. "Get on your knees, or I'll put you there."

The blonde still refused to believe Donna could do this to her. She remained
defiant. "No," she breathed, "I won't. You can't make me." She swallowed hard,
choking back tears.

Donna grabbed a handful of Amber's hair and yanked the beaten woman's upper
body up and away from the wall. Amber put both hands up to push the redhead
away, only to have them flail about wildly as Donna slammed the bridge of her
foot into her crotch, then quickly yanked the side of her head down into her
upcoming knee. Intense pain exploded through her already reeling head. Her
field of vision became flooded with stars and a harsh ringing sound filled her
ears. The room spun wildly around her and then seemed to become enveloped in a
dark gray haze. She became vaguely aware of being dragged forward by the hair,
stumbling across the carpet on her knees. She could hear Donna speaking but it
was drowned out by the ringing, the redhead's voice sounding too far away to
make out what she was saying. She stopped moving and gradually realized she
was on her knees being held upright. The pain began to subside; her vision
cleared to find Bobby's big cock just inches from her face, and as the noise
in her ears subsided Donna's words began to register. They filled Amber with
hatred and fear.

"Now you're going to be a good cocksucker for my man, aren't you Golden Girl?"
she asked with a mocking lilt in her voice. She shook Amber's head around
roughly as she spoke. "Tell him, champ ... tell him you wanna fuck him with
your mouth." The blonde's mind was churning wildly. In her worst nightmare,
she could never have imagined being forced to endure such humiliation. There
she was; the toughest woman in the world, beaten senseless, totally dominated.
Only minutes before she had been savoring victory, relaxed and confident in
her power and invincibility. Now suddenly she was reduced to nothing more than
a plaything for another woman's amusement. Forced to kneel half naked before a
strange man's cock and told to suck it like some kind of cheap whore, by a
woman she should have easily crushed. And the reality was setting in that she
was actually going to have to do it. She could no longer hold back her tears;
they filled up her eyes and began streaming down her face, mixing with her
sweat and the blood trickling from her swollen, split lips. Her wide, muscular
upper body began to heave forward with the sobs she struggled in vain to stop,
her now battered, sagging breasts swaying back and forth and bouncing into
each other.

"Aw, look baby," Donna mocked, "I've made the tough girl cry." She pulled
Amber's head back so she looked right up into Bobby's grinning face. "She
doesn't look so big and bad now, does she?" Amber tried to look away but the
redhead held her tight. She reached up in a feeble effort to make Donna
release her, but she had little fight left and a hard knee between the
shoulder blades caused her muscular arms to again fall limp at her sides.
There was nothing she could do but kneel there helplessly while Donna had her
way with her. Her heart filled with terror as the reality totally set in - she
was completely at the mercy of the evil bitch. Then came the command again,
the tone more urgent, more demanding.

"Tell him you wanna fuck him with your mouth, Golden Girl."

Amber's muscular body began to tremble. "Please," she sobbed softly, "don't
... don't make me do this." Hearing herself beg made her sick with
embarrassment.

Donna threw another knee into the blonde's upper back. "Tell him," she
commanded again, her voice louder, "tell him you want to suck his dick!"

She opened her mouth to speak, consumed now with sheer agony. But the sight of
Bobby's throbbing cock repulsed her, and she still couldn't bring herself to
do what Donna demanded. "Nooooo ... " she wailed, the sobs coming harder, "I-I
can't ... "

"Stubborn bitch!" Donna spat. She reached down and grabbed Amber's left wrist,
moving it behind her and wrenching it violently up between her shoulder
blades. She pulled back harder on the shock of blonde hair and the big woman
rose up slightly, her back instinctively arching to relieve the pressure, her
jiggling breasts pushed out. Amber's heart sank even further; not only was
Donna easily overpowering her, she was putting her nearly naked body on
display for Bobby like a trophy. And the pain in her shoulder, arm and back
was intense. She squirmed and struggled as best she could, but her strength
was gone. The nasty redhead had her completely under control, and the last
pieces of her resistance were crumbling.

Donna brutally pulled Amber's arm up higher, smiling as the big blonde cried
out in agony. She pulled her head back farther so Amber was looking right up
in Donna's wicked green eyes. "Tell him, Golden Girl, or I'll break it."

The panic now overwhelmed Amber. The unthinkable had actually happened. She
knew she was completely helpless against the smaller woman; that she had to
obey. "Oh God," she panted frantically, "Oh! I-I want ... I want to suck his
dick. I want to suck it." Hearing her own voice say the words was the most
demeaning thing she had ever experienced.

"Don't tell me, stupid whore," Donna demanded harshly, yanking Amber's face
back toward Bobby, "Tell him." She gave another hard jerk upward on the
blonde's tortured arm. Bobby's smile widened watching Amber's beaten breasts
dance around.

This time Amber did not hesitate. "I want to suck your dick," she gasped, her
entire body convulsing with pain, "I want to suck it. I want to ... " Her
words trailed off into a low, whimpering moan.

"There's a good cocksucker," Donna cooed, moving Amber's face closer to
Bobby's massive manhood. The redhead's taunts had become meaningless to the
beaten woman. Her pride shattered, her dignity in ruins, she was now willing
to do anything Donna commanded of her; anything to end her horrifying,
degrading ordeal.

Suddenly Donna paused and grabbed a second handful of matted blonde hair. She
pressed her knee against the middle of Amber's back as she spoke. "One more
thing, cocksucker ... if you so much as touch my man's dick with those big,
perfect white teeth of yours you'll spend the rest of your life in a
wheelchair." She pressed her knee harder against Amber's spine to emphasize
the point. The helpless blonde now had even less doubt that Donna meant what
she said.

"Now open wide Golden Girl," Donna grinned as she pushed the big woman's head
forward. Amber closed her watery eyes tight and did as she was told. Feeling
Bobby's pulsating manhood slide into her mouth nauseated her, and she gagged
slightly as the bulbous head brushed against the back of her throat. It was
the most revolting thing she had ever experienced. She instinctively pushed
her tongue down as far as she could and opened up as wide as her aching jaw
would allow, trying her best to not have to actually touch the vile appendage.
Its sheer size made it impossible, but the result was Amber holding herself
completely still while Bobby slid himself in and out of her gaping mouth.

As if on cue, Donna looked up at her boyfriend. "Is she pleasing you baby?"
she asked, "Is she being a good cocksucker?" Bobby snorted. "No," he said with
disdain, "She's just sitting there, babe. She's making me do all the work."
With a heavy sigh Donna pulled Amber's mouth off of him and dropped to one
knee behind the blonde. She released her hair and wrapped both of her meaty
arms around Amber's massive but now useless upper body, roughly grabbing her
breasts and digging her fingertips painfully into the soft, pale flesh. Amber
let out a howl of pain as the evil redhead ground down hard on her beaten
tits. "You're disappointing him champ," Donna said menacingly, moving her
mouth close to Amber's ear, her massive breasts pressing against the blonde's
wide, muscular back, "You need to do better." She gave Amber's breasts a hard,
sharp squeeze that brought another cry of agony from the helpless woman. "Suck
him like you want it more than anything," she commanded, "like you're hungry
for it. Pleasure him or I'll squish these pathetic little titties like
grapes." The redhead's breathing was heavy; her erect nipples pressed into
Amber's skin. Sensing Donna's arousal at dominating her made the blonde's
humiliation even more unbearable, but she had been pushed well beyond her
limit to resist. "I'll do it better," Amber gasped, "I will ... please stop.
Please."

Donna released Amber's tortured breasts and rose to her feet, regaining the
tight grip on the muscular woman's hair. "You'd better, sweetie," she warned,
and again pushed Amber's face at Bobby's engorged member. Choking back her
disgust, this time the blonde brought her tongue out and flicked it against
the soft underside of its pink head before swallowing it as far as its huge
size would allow. She moved her mouth up and down the thick shaft, pulled away
and ran her tongue along its entire length before once again taking it whole
into her mouth. Bobby moaned with pleasure and rose up on his toes, Amber
rubbing her tongue firmly against it as she held it in her mouth. Then she
pulled her head back and worked her lips around the head while moving the tip
of her tongue up and down the fleshy sweet spot. "Oh yeah," Bobby panted,
"That's it. Suck me." She took it back in her mouth, once again working it
hard with her tongue, fighting back the urge to pull away, terrified of
incurring Donna's wrath. The suckling, slurping sounds of Amber fucking Bobby
with her mouth echoed through the room.

Donna was smiling now. "It really makes me jealous baby, watching this whore
suck your dick. I may have to punish her some more." Hearing her words made
his manhood throb even harder, and he nuzzled it deeper into Amber's
overworked mouth. The blonde let out a muffled whimper of fear. "Yeah," the
redhead went on, "I may just have to totally fuck up 'Miss Muscles,' now. Just
beat what's left her into dog shit. Does that excite you Bobby? Does it make
you want to come?" His breathing came faster as he thrust himself harder
against Amber's tongue. The blonde gagged loudly as his big cock ground
against the back of her throat. "Oh yeah babe," he panted, "It makes me crazy.
I'm gonna come so hard ... " Then Donna suddenly pulled Amber's mouth off of
him, leaving him standing there gasping frantically with a look of
frustration. "Not yet baby," she smiled, "I wanna see her on all fours getting
fucked like a dog. Don't you want her pussy too, baby?" Bobby just stood there
for a few seconds as he came down from his near climax, his eyes closed, his
breathing becoming steady. Then he smiled down at Amber's beaten form with an
evil look in his dark eyes. "Oh yeah," he grinned, "I want her pussy. I wanna
fuck her real hard, fuck her like a dog." Donna chuckled and turned away,
dragging the anguished blonde along with her. "Go bring the jelly," she said
to Bobby, "I'm sure this worthless bitch is going to be dry as a bone." He
hurried off to the bedroom, returning in seconds with the tube of lubricant.

She stopped in the middle of the room and pulled the still kneeling woman
upright, her ass resting on the backs of her legs. She reached down and
grabbed Amber's pink bikini bottoms at the waist and with another surprising
display of strength literally ripped them off of her beaten body. It left an
ugly, red welt across the top of her muscular backside, exposed her shaved
crotch and caused her to suffer the further indignity of being stripped
completely naked. Donna flung the torn garment aside and took the lubricant
from Bobby, casually tossing it down on top of Amber's massively muscled
thighs. "Grease yourself up slut," she said evenly, "Make that pussy ready for
his big cock." Amber looked down at the plastic tube and then back up at Donna
with a pleading expression. Being forced to be a slut for Donna's boyfriend
was unbelievably horrible, but to have to actually make herself wet for him
was the ultimate humiliation. She looked back down, away from the redhead,
disgusted with herself for being forced into such total, degrading submission.
Slowly, hesitantly, she picked the tube up off her legs and began to unscrew
the cap with trembling hands.

Donna pulled up on Amber's hair, forcing the big woman fully upright on her
knees. She reached out her right foot and kicked the blonde's thighs apart.
"Go on bitch, lube up that pussy; nice and juicy for him." Her tone was smug;
neither woman had any doubt who was in control. Amber squeezed some of the
thick, goopy jelly onto her finger and reached down, sobbing softly with
embarrassment as she was forced to make herself ready to be taken against her
will. Once again her hard, naked body was being put on display, this time
while she fingered her own womanhood. She would have never thought herself
capable of sinking to such depths of depravity.

Then Donna violently threw Amber's head forward, sending her down hard onto
all fours as the tube of lubricant bounced away across the carpet. The
blonde's quiet sobs continued as she remained there motionless, her head
lowered in abject submission. "Come and get it baby," Donna grinned wickedly,
"The bitch is in heat for you. Come give her a good, hard fuck." Bobby did not
hesitate. He quickly knelt down behind the whimpering blonde and guided his
thick manhood roughly into her. Amber let out a yelp and raised her head
quickly; she was no virgin, but she had never been with a man as big as Bobby
and he was not being gentle with her. He rammed himself deep in her hole as
hard as he could, leaving it in and rotating his hips to push it in deeper. He
grabbed Amber's thighs with both hands and pulled her tight little pussy back
over him, moaning with pleasure as he grew even bigger. Amber let out short,
breathless whimpers between her clenched teeth. She felt like she would be
split in two.

Then Bobby began pumping her, fucking her. Still gripping her thighs, he
guided the big woman's muscular backside up and down the thick shaft, timing
her movements with his own hard, deep thrusts. Harder and harder he pounded
himself into her, each stroke bringing a grunt between the frantic gasps of
the helpless woman. Her arms began giving out, her shoulders and the side of
her head lowering to the carpet, her ass rising higher and giving Bobby a
better target to attack with his huge cock. Amber's grunts became loud
whimpers of pain as he literally beat her pussy up with his engorged dick.
Donna moved in front of Amber's red, tear-streaked face and condescendingly
wiped the ball of her foot down across her mouth, muffling her cries. "That's
it baby," Donna said, "Fuck her real hard. She's just a hole for your cock.
She's your bitch." Bobby responded by savagely forcing himself in and out of
her aching pussy, pumping her with a wild, breathless fury. The pain grew;
Amber wasn't sure how much more she could endure. All she could do was lay
there helplessly while Bobby ravaged her. She wanted to crawl away and die.

It was actually a relief to hear him cry out and feel his warm semen begin to
flow into her. She felt him pull back on her thighs harder than ever as he
forced himself as far inside of her as he could get, his big cock pulsating as
it spurt his juices deep within. He seemed to come in buckets, the sticky
liquid oozing out around his thick member, dripping on the carpet and running
down Amber's thighs. Its foul odor filled the blonde's nostrils and the warm,
slimy feeling of it rolling down her skin made her stomach crawl. Bobby took
his time with her, pulling her back hard on himself, making sure he pushed
every last drop out of his big dick and into the depths of the powerless
blonde's womanhood.

Then he withdrew and sat back, his eyes closed, catching his breath. Amber was
in agony; she remained head down on the carpet still sobbing and whimpering in
pain and humiliation. But it was finally over, she thought. They had gotten
what they wanted, and now she could get the hell away from them. Her sense of
relief turned back into a feeling of panic, however, as she heard the tone of
Donna's voice. "Did you enjoy it baby? Did the bitch satisfy you?" The redhead
didn't sound pleased, but irritated; angry, even. "You came so hard. You don't
come like that for me anymore. Was she really that good?" Amber remembered
what Donna had said when they left the pool, and she trembled in terror as she
began to realize her ordeal was not yet going to end.

"Well babe," Bobby stammered, "um, I got so, you know, worked up watching you
dominate her, and ... "

"You've watched me beat women up before," Donna snapped, placing her foot on
the side of Amber's face, "What's so special about this bitch?" Again she
mashed the ball of her foot down across the blonde's mouth, this time with
more force, bringing a loud, high-pitched whimper from the beaten woman.

Bobby looked down. "Well, um, she's, you know, um, like, my fantasy woman. I
mean, you know, I never thought I'd get the chance ... "

Donna cut him off again. "Oh, I'm not your fantasy woman? You'd rather fuck
this worthless cunt than me?" She reached down and grabbed another handful of
blonde hair, again yanking Amber upright on both knees. "This muscle bound
loser with her pathetic little titties?" She shook the big woman's head
violently as she spoke, making her upper body flop around like a used dishrag.

"It-it's not like that," Bobby sputtered, still looking at the carpet, "You
know I always want you, babe. But she has, um, a real, um, tight pussy ... and
I was so turned on ... "

"So you like her tight pussy?" Donna spat, "Better than mine? You'd fuck her
again?"

"Not better," he answered, turning his head up to look at her, "it's just, you
know, not as big. She's just, I mean, not as experienced as you, babe." He
looked back down, his voice quieting. "And yeah, I'd fuck her again."

It was the wrong answer. Donna's face flushed red with anger and she turned to
face Amber, standing directly in front of the kneeling blonde, still holding
her up by her hair. "God, I hate you!" the redhead growled, throwing a vicious
backhand across Amber's battered face with a loud smack. "I'm so sick of you!"
she snarled, repeating the blow with even more force ...

"Amber this ... " [splat]

" ... Golden Girl that ... " [smack]

" ... she's so hot ... " [splat]

" ... she's so tough ... " [smack]

Each blow snapped Amber's head to one side and brought a squeal of pain from
the bigger woman. But she was powerless to do anything but kneel there and
take it as Donna continued her angry tirade, slapping Amber into near
unconsciousness.

Finally the redhead released her hair and Amber fell forward back on all
fours. She was beyond the point of even crying now; she just lowered her head
and moaned weakly, completely used up, barely aware of her surroundings. Donna
paced around her prostrate form like a cat ready to toy with a mouse, glaring
down at her, the hateful gleam still strong in her big green eyes. "You're
just a worthless fucking bitch, aren't you Golden Girl?" she asked
demandingly, "Tell me ... tell me what a worthless bitch you are." Amber's
moans grew louder. She lifted her head, her eyes glazed over, her mouth agape,
and looked up at the voluptuous redhead towering over her. Her voice was
little more than a hoarse whisper. "I'm ... I'm a bitch," she said, "A
worthless ... worthless bitch."

Donna's expression softened, a light smile crossing her face. She reached up
and began fondling one of her hard nipples. "Show me what a worthless bitch
you are," she ordered her, "Let me hear you bark. Bark like a dog. Bark like a
worthless bitch." Amber lowered her head. "Oh God," she gasped, her voice
trailing off, "Oh God ... " Then she raised it up again, her eyes closed
tight. "Arf!" she yelped, "Arf! Arf arf!" The sheer degradation of it was
overwhelming, especially hearing Donna's laughter. "Louder bitch," Donna
grinned, and the blonde instantly complied. "ARF!! ARF ARF!! ARF!!" She belted
it out as loud as she could, the sound echoing inside the spacious room. The
evil woman had completely broken her. She was, at that moment, literally a
worthless bitch. She lowered her head once again in shame.

Then Donna's feet came into Amber's view, and the redhead's black thong
appeared around her ankles. Amber remained motionless as she watched her feet
step out of it and kick the skimpy garment away. Suddenly the blonde's scalp
was in pain again as Donna gripped her hair and hoisted her back to an upright
position. Amber was now looking directly at Donna's manicured, red bush.
"Let's see if you can fuck me as well as you fucked my boyfriend, bitch," she
smiled, pulling Amber's face toward her, "Let's see if you suck pussy as good
as you suck cock." The blonde made no attempt to resist. She opened her mouth
as the warmth and smell of Donna's moistened crotch overwhelmed her.

It had been over a month since their stay at the resort. Bobby and Donna loved
Amber's big house, especially the home theater and the basement gym. They
loved spending her money too; despite her sudden retirement the many
investments Amber had made kept it coming in. New clothes, expensive cars,
gourmet restaurants, the two were living it up and enjoying the high life.

Bobby was on the edge of his seat in front of the big screen, watching the
match that would decide the new Freestyle League champion. Neither woman
excited him the way Amber had, but they were still tough, sexy bitches and it
was a good fight. It looked like the league was going to have a bad girl as
its new champ; she had her opponent against the ropes and was working her over
pretty good. He was whooping and hollering at every hard blow the heel
delivered to the poor woman's body.

Down in the gym, Donna smiled as she heard Bobby's shouts of excitement. She
finished her workout and raised herself off the bench press, her naked, sexy
body shiny with sweat. She strutted over to the small couch across the room
and splayed her voluptuous form across it, putting one leg up on the back
while raising both arms over her head.

She looked over at Amber who sat in the corner, wearing nothing but her dog
collar, waiting for Donna to finish. Her face and upper body still carried
some bruises from her beating the previous week, and Donna smiled knowing the
bitch would never dare fail to please her again. She waved her hand, beckoning
Amber to approach her. The muscular woman immediately stood and hurried over
to where Donna lay.

"I'm done now bitch," Donna said sweetly, "Time for my tongue bath." "Yes,
Mistress," Amber said softly as she lowered herself to her knees. Donna placed
her hand gently on the back of the blonde's head. "Start with my armpits this
time, bitch," she sighed as she guided Amber's head down, "then I'll turn over
and you can do the crack of my ass." "Yes, Mistress," her bitch answered,
pressing her lips against the dank, foul smelling skin and parting them
obediently ...