Danielle
by Fravlov32



Attention! If you do not like violence, nudity, or anything of that sort do
not read any further!

To put it simply Danielle Smith knew that it had to happen sooner or later.
She knew that it was not humanely possible for either of them to avoid what
was going to happen. She was going to fight Karl Minton and she was going to
win. She was sure he was thinking the same thing. She very briefly wondered
how it had come to this, two people facing off in a deserted gym. A lot goes
through your mind very quickly when you recall things that occurred over a
long period of time, and in about ten seconds her accountant's mind processed
a lot of memories.

For her there was college. She had been a normal person then. Normal as in,
she did not weigh one hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle. She had been
just another student, from a respectable African American middle class family.
She had studied economics as her major, with history and French as minors. It
was in history that she met someone who was to change her life and start her
crazed drive to become the way she was now. However it was not a fellow female
student, it was a male student. He was Derek Brown; she wanted to go out with
him because she found him charming, and gentlemanly. She then did something
that caused her to flinch slightly every time she thought about it. One night,
without his knowing, she watched him his dorm window. She watched him undress,
down to his boxers, and to her surprise saw that he was muscular and defined.
Seeing this she went back to her dorm and spent the whole night thinking how
she would approach him. After much vexation, she came to the conclusion that
she was not good enough for him.

It was rather silly. She was not fat, she was very beautiful, and she had an
equal mental capacity, but she wanted to do something to impress him. So she
started lifting weights. She went a bit crazy though and ended up becoming
what she was now. She did not use steroids, and everyone knew that. Yet she
knew to some, Derek included, her physique did not seem natural. In the end it
was for nought. Her body intimidated rather than attracted Derek. Yet she kept
her body the way it was. Better that those pounds were muscle rather than fat.

She graduated cum laude in all of her subjects, and went looking for a job in
the city. She found one as an accountant for a large manufacturing company.
So, aged twenty three, she found herself as one of the bureaucrats making sure
everything was in order, in her case the company's finances. It was a cushy
job. She bought her own apartment in a fairly safe part of town, exercised
frequently and hung out with friends. There was one problem for her, the boss.

He was Karl Minton. If you were to judge him on outer beauty exclusively, you
would probably saw that he was a good person. Yet Danielle knew that people
(it did not matter to her if they were male or female) could be exceedingly
difficult to get along with. She was also slightly scared of him. Having
studied French history she had a slight fear of Germans, considering what they
as a nation had done. Karl could have stepped off a Nazi propaganda poster. He
was six foot three, handsome, blond haired and blue eyed, with pale skin, and
slim. When she first saw him, for half a second Danielle had, had a fantasy
about going to bed with him. When she met him that fantasy went out the window
at the speed of lightning. He was very harsh on her for the slightest failing
(in one of her reports her prediction on the value of the company's share
price for the next quarter, had been out by a tenth of a cent and he had
blasted her about being careful with her figures). He was never as hard on
anyone else, so she knew he was discriminated against. Being the only black
person in the building it was not difficult to figure out why.

After work she would try and avoid him. Sometimes she could not. They both
frequented the same watering hole. Normally he would give her a nasty look,
and that would be it. One night however he came to her and said he that if she
did not watch her step he would fire her. It was too much for her to take
silently, she came up into his face,(at five feet ten, it wasn't too hard for
her to do that) and said if he wanted to have a confrontation they should take
it outside, because she had had it up to her neck with him being far too hard
on her. He merely laughed at her, and walked away. The next day he really let
her have it and made her work till nine. He stayed there and made sure she
did. He was single and had no need to go home. As a result of that Danielle
always had some pity for him. She thought it slightly tragic that someone like
him should be alone.

It was a week after this that things came to a head. She frequented a gym
downtown. She usually worked out from seven till ten, sometimes eleven
o'clock. She would work hard yet she always wore baggy clothes, so that she
did not have people staring at her, and they would assume she was trying to
lose weight. All the other clients would go home at nine, or earlier. She
would stay and work out. By this time she desperately needed to cool down. So
she would start removing clothing once everyone else was gone. She would
always be left in her sports bra that very adequately covered her breasts, yet
for anyone who cared to look, it gave them a good view of her cleavage. She
also had shorts underneath which were sports underwear. She also wore sneakers
and white socks. Then she would work out on her own. The floor manager, who
was a woman, agreed to let her alone until she left. No one could see her, the
gym had curtains which were always drawn, and the manager knew that she did
not need help and could handle herself. It was nine thirty on Friday night,
and she had the floor to herself. She was stripped down, as she always was at
that time of night at the gym. She was about to get on the treadmill when she
heard the door to the room open and someone step inside. She turned around
expecting to see the floor manager. Instead she saw a man.

It was Karl! Her initial reaction was thinking to herself â^À^Øwhat an
unpleasant surprise'. Yet she had not even finished that thought when it was
interrupted by the primitive instinct of attraction. He was dressed in
sneakers, red socks, blue gym shorts, and nothing else. It exposed his body,
which for her was a sight to behold.

He was muscular and defined. His biceps and triceps were large. His abs were
hard, and stood out in a perfect six pack. He also possessed powerful legs.
Combined with his handsome face, this made him a great pleasure to look at.

He walked towards her he seemed oblivious of her presence until he looked up.
His reaction was the same as hers, he fleetingly seemed displeased, and then
he was overwhelmed with the same primitive instinct. He stopped dead in his
tracks and took in her whole body. She was pleased to see that he had an
erection, and that he was breathing very irregularly. Then his moment of
humility was gone, and he smiled at her. It was not a friendly smile, it was a
leering smile.

He was not aggressive at first however. He looked into her eyes and said "Wow!
You have a great body Danielle. All this time I thought you were fat! You are
ripped! I mean wow!" She smiled at him and said "I thought you were just
average, I didn't know you were a hunk". He followed her gaze and saw she was
looking him over. This pleased him greatly. "Do you like what you see
Danielle?" he asked. She smiled and raised her eyebrows and said "I sure do".
He then flexed for her, making very masculine grunts as he did. That removed
any care of hers that he was leering in at her. If he wanted her, he could
have her.

But he did not approach her, as she had hoped. Instead he picked up weights
and began curling them. He positioned himself so that he was in the corner of
her eye as she ran on the treadmill. He was clearly trying to impress her, and
it was working. Then he went over to another machine that was out of her field
of vision. Less than a minute after that, she finished her treadmill exercise.
She then stepped back wards off the machine and her back hit something solid.
She turned to see Karl standing there with a leer on his face. Her heart rate
began to go up; his intentions clearly were not good. He looked like a
predator who had just spied juicy prey.

He then spoke. His sentence was direct and made no pretence to hide his bad
intentions. He looked her directly in the eye and said with a low growl "I'm
gonna rape you girl".

Her alarm evaporated, and was replaced with anger. God damn it why couldn't
the stupid son of a bitch just ask her if she wanted to go back to his place.
He was the sort of man who could have any woman he wanted. He just needed to
ask like a normal person. Instead he just was going to take what he wanted.

She looked into his eyes with a nasty stare, and said "Okay big guy, you had
your chance. You could have asked me politely, but if you wanna play rough,
we'll play rough."

He looked surprised at this and seemed puzzled. He then looked back at her and
spoke in an apologetic tone "Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't know you wanted to have
it with me. I thought you wouldn't go to bed with me because of how I treated
you at work. Well if you want to go let's go. I'll drive, wherever you wanna
go. Yours or mine?"

"Nice try big man, but you had your shot. If you want to bed me, you'll have
to fight me for the privilege." "Fight you?" this puzzled him too and then he
finally seemed to work out that if wanted to get into bed with her, he had
better fight with her, "okay boxing, wrestling, what?" She smiled, good he got
the message. "None of those just two people fighting, punching, wrestling,
whatever, just so long as we fight.". That all flashed before her in ten
seconds.

Now as they faced each other on the large crash mat he asked her, "Why are you
doing this?" She smiled nastily at him "I am doing this because I want to see
if you are strong enough to beat me in a fight. I don't think you can. You may
be tall and muscle-bound, but I don't think you know how to fight. I do. I
learned mixed martial arts in college. I am gonna enjoy it as I smash your
muscular body! Besides I want some revenge for six months of hell at work.
This way I can get back at you, by damaging both your body and ego!" This
alarmed him, and he now understood that this wasn't exactly friendly, she
really wanted to badly hurt him. Good, she was looking forward to bruising the
big man.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Karl. With a roar he charged her. His
body slammed into her and she was moved back by a foot. She immediately
regained her balance and began pushing back against him. He grunted as he
strained to budge her muscular body. To her surprise she found she was getting
sexual pleasure from this, a man bigger than herself struggling to move her.
He grunted and groaned and sometimes budged her back by three or four inches
but then she would slowly but surely regain her lost ground. After five
minutes he gave up. He stepped back his powerful shoulders heaving as he
breathed. He was red faced from the effort, and sweaty. Whereas she was just
starting to sweat (but she knew that had a lot to do with the fact that women
don't sweat as much as men), the sight of his densely muscled body glistening
with sweat turned her on. She knew she wanted to beat him as quickly as
possible so she could fuck him.

She charged at him now. He braced himself for her body to impact with him, yet
he clearly underestimated that force her muscular frame generated. She knocked
him over onto the ground easily. He hit the floor with a massive grunt, which
pleased her, as it was very sexy, and it showed he was in pain. Good.

He now tried to push her off him, yet she resisted and struggled. Try as he
might he could not budge her. He now tried to roll over. He was too big to be
stopped entirely, yet despite his size and greater strength she managed to
stay on top of him. He now locked his fingers in with hers and pushed upwards.
She resisted, yet the strain!! He was very strong and for five minutes
resisted him not being able to force his hands back down again. Her muscles
bulged with the effort yet she could not budge him. Nor for that matter could
he push up any further. She looked at him in the third minute to see how he
was doing. His whole body was red, and every hard muscle in his body stood out
as he attempted to shift her off him. He looked up at her, and saw the same
was happening to her. They both smiled at each other, both turned on by the
other's body. She now knew that the person who would win was who had the
greatest stamina. In the end it turned out that she did. After the fifth
minute, she began to feel the force of his push slacken. She pressed home her
advantage, yet it wasn't easy. It took her another five minutes to force his
great arms down on the mat again. Once she exhausted him, she immediately
moved herself, so that she was sitting on his upper chest. This was a slight
disappointment for her as she could no longer look at his impressive and well
formed chest muscles. He could not do anything know to stop her from doing
what she wanted to do next. She was first thinking about delivering a
devastating punch to his face, but then another thought crossed her mind. She
should torture him, and make him crazy, while he was helpless. She placed her
hands on her sports bra and promptly ripped it off, and flung it disdainfully
aside. It exposed her large and firm breasts.

Karl looked up when she had place her hands on her bra, hardly daring to hope
for what would come next. When it did come he overwhelmed. She had such great
breasts, such a lovely face, such arms, and abs, and everything! She was so
fucking beautiful! He would do anything for her. She smiled at him, and he
involuntarily groaned, and had an erection. He wanted her so badly.

Then unexpectedly she brought her fist hard down into his face. The blow was
incredible! He felt like he had been hit with a baseball bat. He looked up at
her again, just in time to see her sadistic smile, and her hand curled up in a
fist again as she hit him again. His head now ached massively, and she hit him
again "aargh!" he cried out. Again, and again, her mighty fists smashed into
his face. A dozen times more before she stopped. When she was done, the pain
was indescribable. He did not have a mirror but he could tell his face was
swelling, and his nose was broken. The blood from his nose ran down his face
onto his chest. Danielle moved back so she was sitting on his crotch, and
slapped him twice to bring him round, and he looked up at her. In spite of
what she had done to him, he could not help himself, he had another erection,
and to his embarrassment, it would not go up as she was sitting on his crotch
and could feel his manliness struggling to break free. She smiled at this and
said "You're not so handsome now. Don't rest easy yet, that was just part of
my revenge". This brought him back to reality. What she had done his face was
bad enough, what would she do next?

She now looked over his chest. It was a great sight to behold, everything from
his Pecs to his abs was perfect, and he had a nice ding a ling, which she
could feel. She took it all in, for she was going to wreck it, just as she had
wrecked his face (she had made sure that the damage to his face was not too
bad, he should recover entirely within a month). She now smiled sadistically
again so that he would know she was going to damage his body again. He did not
seem to notice however, he was too busy ogling at her rack. She brought her
fist down hard on his right pectoral. This snapped him out of his reverie. She
then aimed for his abs, so he tensed them, god they were great! She felt like
she had hit a brick wall, it hurt, yet she ignored the pain, and punched down
harder. His abdominals began to give way a little. She hammered ten times more
before his abs gave way. She enjoyed it as he winced and groaned horribly in
pain as she damaged his innards with four of her hardest punches. He writhed
in pain now as she let up and she enjoyed immensely. The asshole deserved it
for all the shit he had given her at work.

Normally it would not have been the case, but she was getting sexual pleasure
out of doing this to his body to. This was merely because he was big,
muscular, and handsome. It was now her turned to be shocked. By sitting on his
crotch she had freed his arms, and while she had smashed his abs he had not
used them. Now as she thought about how much fun she was having he had used
the time to curl his powerful right arm into fist, and he had smashed it into
her, relaxed abdominals. The wind was knocked right out of her by the blow.
She saw another was coming and tensed herself. It hit again, and hurt a lot
yet he did not break through. He delivered another two mighty blows before
recovering from the surprise. She decided not to hit his face, but one his
arms. She chose to focus on the left. She wanted him to have at least one good
arm, when she fucked him tonight. She brought her right fist down on his left
shoulder hard.

He cried out in pain, and Danielle was sure she had dead armed him, possibly
even sprained or broken it. She now got off him as he nursed his arm. He used
the reprieve unwisely, as she now got behind him, and brought her powerful
legs up to his head and put him into a scissor hold. He tried to break it, yet
with only one good arm it was not possible, and her legs were stronger than
his arms. After three minutes of torturing him in this way she let him go. He
now came back in front of him as he tried to catch his breath, and pushed him
down again. She felt a slight tingling inside her as she pushed against his
Pecs. He grunted as he hit the mat again. She gave him no time and sat on him
again. She spoke "Bad news baby I'm not done hurting you yet". He looked at
her imploringly and said "Please no more, you win, I'm sorry for what I did to
you at work, please no more, I'll do whatever you say". She put on a sexy
voice and said "Baby, I don't want you to do anything like that just now. I'll
dictate terms to you later." She now cruelly punched him repeatedly in the
ribs for a whole minute. He convulsed each time her fist smashed into his body
and blood began coming out of his mouth. She now got off him, stood up, and
looked over what she had done to him.

He was crying. He had been damaged badly physically and mentally. For him,
being the chauvinist that he was, it was probably a combination of the pain,
and the humiliation at being beaten by someone smaller in all dimensions than
him, and by a woman no less! She hated to see him cry like that, all alone. He
was a big, strong, handsome man; he should not be like that, he should be
happy. She was not the sort of woman to do something to a man like this, and
then leave him alone in misery. So she crept up to him again and pushed him
down for a third time. He had a look of terror in his eyes and she knew what
he was thinking. He was thinking she would do something more. Perfect he would
do anything she said.

She now lay on top of him, her breasts against his Pecs, and her abs against
his, her face to his and her hands grasping his wrists. He gave her a look
which said â^À^ØPlease don't hurt me anymore!' well she wouldn't. His face was
badly swollen and his nose was bent. His once flawless chest was now a bruised
and battered. She felt sorry for him, and wanted to make it up to him, for the
damage she had done, in spite of what he had done to her. She now kissed him
passionately on the lips.

At first Karl was surprised. He thought she was going to do something awful to
him. Her kissing him caught him totally off guard. But after three seconds he
was returning the kiss with equal fervour. They kissed normally for ten
seconds, and then he felt confident enough to thrust his tongue into her
mouth. He was glad she did not take offense at this but rather pleasure. After
fifteen seconds he withdrew his tongue, and kissed her again. She then broke
off the kiss and spoke. "Well Karl you are not strong enough to beat me.
However I know you are strong. You have great arm strength, my bruised abs can
testify to that". He looked at her in surprise and said "They are? I thought I
was having no effect!" She smiled, amused at the prospect that he thought she
was invulnerable. "No Karl, you were, didn't you notice I was in pain, your
fists punch winded me." He smiled now, glad that he had at least been able to
give some of her own treatment back to her.

"That being said, I still don't think you are worthy enough to go to bed with
me. You have to do something more for me I you wanna feel this body against
yours under sheets, tonight". Karl was nearly slobbering at the prospect, yet
he knew that considering his position, he would have to do what she wanted if
he wanted to get what he desired.

"What is it you want me to do?" She began gently caressing his bruised face,
which despite her gentle touch, hurt a lot. "I'm glad you asked me that baby
cakes, so I' tell you", he waited anxiously for her to complete her sentence;
"You are going to lift me up over your head. If you do that, you'll prove to
me that you are worthy enough to do what you want with me". Karl thought for a
moment about this. Despite his size and strength, lifting up a one hundred and
eighty pound Amazon (for that is what she was, in his mind), was not going to
be easy. But then he was reminded of her what her body looked like in its
entirety, and he did not care how difficult it would be, he wanted her badly.

"Okay I'll do it", he said. "Good but I have a question", she said "How does
your left arm feel?" "It feels fine", he answered truthfully. "Good, I'll get
off you now and then we can begin". She immediately got off of him, and stood
up. He jumped up, eager to begin. He could not help himself as he leered in at
her bare breasts. She gave him a â^À^Øcome on' motion. He advanced towards
her. When he reached her, his left arm grabbed at her upper back, he then bent
down, and his right arm grabbed her ass. â^À^ØI cannot wait to get that ass
into bed', he thought to himself as he lifted he began to lift her up. She
cooperated and soon, despite the strain her weight put on his arms, he had
lifted her up to his upper chest level. Now his work began in earnest. It hurt
a lot. His whole body was bruised and battered, and it whined in protest as he
with an excruciating effort forced her body up so that it was level with his
chin. Yet the prospect of getting that firm, young body into his aging hands,
muted any protest in his bones. With a final great effort He forced he past
the top of his head, and suddenly to his amazement, he was holding her, quite
helpless, up in the air with his arms outstretched.

Danielle cried in surprise as she was suddenly lifted up high into the air by
him. He could definitely have her now. Yet she wanted to entice him further,
make him keener, and restore some of his male pride. "Do you feel strong?" she
asked him. His answer came in after in a very husky voice, his whole body
having been strained by the effort to lift her up above his head. "Yes, I
haven't felt this good about myself for at least ten years. Not only do I feel
stronger, I feel younger." Danielle was glad, maybe now he would stop making
her life miserable. But she could discuss her future when they were in bed.

First she decided to make him feel even better "; you know Karl, I'm at your
mercy right now, if you wanted you could fling me hard down on the floor, and
get your revenge, by beating me mercilessly." An alarming thought occurred to
her, the asshole probably would do that, so he could feel all macho, by
beating her up, and it would completely restore any pride he had lost tonight,
she could be in for a world of hurt. She asked him now n a voice that betrayed
her anxiety "Will you do that to me?" He seemed to ponder this for a moment
and then answered "No. No I won't do that, I want your body to be as spotless
as possible. I want to enjoy it to its full. No I won't hurt you." She heard
those words with relief. She then cried in surprise as he dropped her, then
caught again in less than half a second. He now cradled her in his strong
arms. She looked into his eyes, and he into hers. She was fascinated, he did
not care what she had done to him; the attraction overwhelmed any animosity.
For the first time tonight, he looked at her lovingly, and said "Let's go back
to my place. It's just across the street. I want you and me to make love in
the best atmosphere possible. She now whispered to him, "Let's get changed."

They got changed at the speed of lightning. As it turned out Karl was not
exaggerating about the close proximity of his home. It was a townhouse which
he owned that was literally right across the street. He let her into his
house, and immediately guided her upstairs. What at first shocked her was how
well furnished the house was, and yet how empty it seemed. It must have been
because he did not have anyone living with him. They dropped their sports bags
in the living room.

He showed her into his bedroom now. The bed was large seven feet wide, and
seven and half feet long. It was made up with silk sheets, and it looked
comfortable. "I have a maid who comes here every Wednesday and Friday, to
clean this place up, that is why everything is so neat", he had explained as
they walked in.

Now he stood facing her. She was dressed in sports trousers and a hoody.
Besides her panties there was nothing else underneath. He was dressed the same
way as when they ha sparred, except he had on a t-Shirt. "Um, Danielle, I just
have to ask are you sure you're okay with doing this, I mean I have been an
asshole towards you". She was slightly taken aback by this, maybe there was a
shred of human kindness in him after all. "Yes I'm sure, I want you as much as
you want me."

Without warning he reached out and grabbed her hoody, and in an awesome
display of raw power tore it in two. He then roughly pushed her on the bed,
and then ripped off his own T-shirt. Danielle was very sexually charged now,
and so was he. The next thing he did however was lie on top of her, and he
began kissing her. He started at her forehead, and slowly worked his way down,
making sure he kissed her breasts and abs on the way down. He then removed her
sports trousers, and her panties. She then crawled away from him further up
the bed so her head, rested on a pillow. He followed her on his hands and
knees like a starved animal. He caught up with her and they both passionately
kissed. She reached down and removed his gym shorts. They were now both
entirely naked, and he eagerly got to work. He thrust his key into inner
paradise and began fucking her for all he was worth, all the while exploring
her young body. He had never met, or made love to such a woman. She for her
part had never made love to a man so much older than her. Yet he made his love
like a young man. Very soon they were both near climax, and finally it came.
Yet she could sense he was not yet out of gas. She rolled over so that she was
now on top. It was now her turn to worship his body, which she did with
relish, admiring his physique, and kissing affectionately his bruises. She
then proceeded to ride him at a gallop, and they both enjoyed every second of
it. She milked every drop she could out of him, and then slid herself away
from him. She then lay on top of him and rested her head on his right
pectoral, and for his part cradled her head with his right arm. Neither of
them slept that night, they were too busy. In the morning after he had
finished his loving on her for the sixth time they both reached an agreement
about her future. When they went back to work on Monday, they would pretend
that none of what had happened had transpired. Over the period of a month he
would tone down his discriminatory behaviour towards her, and a month after
that give her a promotion. They also agreed to see each other every weekend.

Every weekend it was much the same; they would work out, spar, and then screw.
Karl trained harder and even bulked up more, and as a result even won one of
their matches. Both were happy they had found the partner of their dreams.