Battle of wills
By Jdean72000@yahoo.com�
An update of Hardie's classic story, a teen-aged girl fights her bigger, stronger male cousin for an inheritance.

"In effect," Announced Mr. Gish, the family solicitor, "your children will
have to compete for the inheritance!"

John's parents and his aunt and uncle looked at each other in bewilderment.
Gran had always been a bit eccentric, but her Will was something else!

Apparently, John and his cousin would have to compete against each other to
decide which of their families would inherit Gran's fortune, and John was very
confident. After all, his cousin was a girl, and three years younger than his
twenty-one years as well.

"Can't we just share the money between us?" the girl's mother asked sensibly.
"We all know what a campaigner Gran was for Women's Lib., but it seems really
unfair to pit an eighteen-year-old girl against a twenty-one-year-old boy."

"Sharing isn't an option, I'm afraid," sighed the solicitor. "Mrs. Holden was
most insistent that only by competition could the money be awarded. Otherwise,
I'm afraid it all goes to charity. I am required to referee each contest
according to the rules she has laid down, and I need to be satisfied that each
contest is genuine."

"What are the contests?" John asked confidently. He was a well-built young
man, six feet tall, broad shouldered and well-muscled.

"There are four," said Gish, "and we will deal with them one at a time. The
first one is a game of chess. It is to be played in this room, with only me
and the contestants present."

John smiled to himself. He'd played a lot of chess at school and didn't think
his cousin had played much at all. This was in the bag!

By the time they'd got the adults outside, however, and Mr. Gish explained
Gran's rules, John had lost a bit of his confidence. Instead of trying to
checkmate each other, they had to try to take as many of their opponent's
pieces as possible. Each time one of them lost a piece, he or she had to
remove a garment. First one to become naked lost the game!

And it was close. Jenny got John down to his briefs before she had to remove
her knickers and stand naked before a goggle-eyed Gish. The girl stood before
the males quite unabashed, hands on hips.

"That's the last one you win, cousin," she said quietly, looking at him
straight in the eye. "From now on, you'll be the loser!"

John tried to stare her out, but the girl's quiet determination was too much
for him. She was a good six inches smaller than the boy, slim waisted, with
flaring hips and long, smoothly curved legs. Her stomach was flat, with a hint
of muscle definition leading up to proud, firm, upturned breasts. Dark,
shoulder-length hair framed almond eyes in a lovely, calm-looking face.

With a nervous chuckle, John dropped his gaze. Jenny was elated. John had won
at chess, but she'd won the battle of wills.

"Watch you don't trip over that," she transferred her gaze to the enormous
erection which thrust out the cotton of John's small, white briefs, "or you
won't be fit for the next contest."

"I'll be ready," he blustered, blushing furiously. He knew the girl had stared
him out, draining some of his male self-confidence in the battle of wills.

"What's the second contest?" Jenny asked coolly, making no effort to get
dressed, while John frantically pulled on his trousers.

The young, handsome Gish fumbled for his papers, also flustered by Jenny's
bold nakedness. She was proud of her effect on the cute man. "Ahem, perhaps
you'd both better get dressed and we'll have your parents in and, em, let you
all know together."

Needless to say, John's parents were jubilant when they heard the result of
the chess match. And everyone gasped when the next contest was announced. All,
that is, except Jenny, who took the news quite calmly.

"This," read Gish, "will be an all-in wrestling match to be held in a suitable
venue of my choice; three submissions or one knockout to decide the winner."


Jenny's parents tried to get the contest stopped, saying it was unfair to
expect a girl to wrestle a bigger, older boy. But the arguments ceased when
Gish reminded them that, if any contestant defaulted, the money was lost. Even
then, John's uncle was prepared to call it off if it hadn't been for Jenny.

"Don't worry about me, Dad," she said confidently. "I'll beat him. It should
be Uncle Jack that ought to be worrying what I'll do to his son!"

The contest was arranged for a month later, and John's parents warned him not
to hurt Jenny too much. "Just do enough to beat her," advised his father, and
John was quite willing to comply with this instruction.

Once again the contest was to be held in private, and Gish had rented a small
gym for the purpose. It was only at the last moment that he told the cousins
that they had to wrestle naked!

John protested volubly but Gish produced the Will and read out the
instruction. Jenny realized that her gran had put in this clause to give her a
psychological advantage. She didn't mind in the least having to fight naked.
John, however, looked decidedly embarrassed having to move onto the mats,
genitals dangling, to do battle with a pretty, curvaceous girl!

It was comical. The handsome boy had been lifting weights for years. He was
tall with broad shoulders, thick arms, heavy pecs and 6-pack abs. He was such
a specimen of strength and masculinity that even his cock and balls were big
and hung low between his powerful thighs.

Jenny, on the other hand, while fit, was obviously shorter and slimmer than
her male opponent. While curvy, she by no means looked like a formidable
fighter. Anyone looking at the strapping young man versus the smaller girl
would think he'd be victorious in mere moments.

They circled around each other at first. 'Grab her and get this over with,'
John told himself, and he tried to do so, reaching almost apologetically for
his female cousin. Jenny dodged sideways, grasped his left wrist with both
hands as she did so, using the boy's momentum to pull him off balance as she
dropped to her knees.John stumbled into the girl's crouched body and tumbled
over her, crashing onto the mat on his back, the wind knocked from his lungs.


Still holding her opponent's wrist, the lithe young girl eased smoothly to her
feet, twisting his muscular arm, using his wrist as a lever.Instinctively,
the bewildered boy turned his body to ease the pain in his twisted arm, at the
same time trying to get to his feet. And as soon as he got to his knees, his
naked tormentor twisted his captured wrist and pulled him off balance again.
John flopped around the mat as the girl played him like a hooked fish.

Tiring, she lost her grip, and John scrambled to his feet as Jenny stumbled
back. He towered over his cousin, murder in his heart. As he advanced
remorselessly towards her, the girl tried to defend herself by smashing her
tiny fists into her cousin's face.

Ignoring the girl's furious assault, John simply absorbed all her punches,
reached for her and caught the girl round her waist. He locked his arms round
the slender female form and pressed her body into his.

With no leverage to work with, Jenny found herself unable to punch him
effectively, while she, in turn, was being crushed by the boy's powerful arms.
She was annoyed with herself for over-estimating her ability to hurt the
large, muscular boy, and was paying the price for her carelessness.

John was exultant. He had her! All he had to do now was increase the pressure
on the girl's slender young body and she would surely submit.

Then, to his astonishment, Jenny grabbed his ears and twisted! The pain was
unbearable. He had to stop the girl from hurting him. He let go his hold and
tried to grab her arms. But he was too late. Jenny was gone.

Jenny sprang clear, calmly assessing the situation. John's arms were extremely
strong. She would have to weaken him somehow before she could make him submit
to her.

Unlike John, who assumed he'd win the match easily and made no effort to
prepare, Jenny had spent the month to good effect. She had gone to every
martial arts class she could in order to learn as much as possible about
fighting. The main lesson she'd learnt was that quick reflexes and a cool head
were more important than mere bulk and strength in a physical contest.

She also learnt that everyone was only as strong as their weakest point, and
she knew where the weakest point was in her cousin's male body.

As John advanced belligerently towards her, the girl's long leg flashed
smoothly upwards with devastating speed between his muscular thighs and her
instep smashed into the boy's bulging balls!

"Aaaaagh!" bellowed John, clutching his injured organs, doubling over in pain.
He didn't see the drop kick which smashed into his shoulder and sent his
magnificent body sprawling into the corner of the ring.

The girl leapt high into the air and drove both feet into the naked stomach of
her stricken opponent. Somehow John managed to break some of the force of the
girl's assault by instinctively bracing his corded abdominal muscles just in
time.However, he was still badly hurt, as his muscles took the full force of
the girl's weight concentrated into two tiny feet.

Instinctively the distraught young man curled into a ball, hugging his
battered body.

"Stand back!" ordered Gish, as Jenny moved in for the kill. He started
counting. "One, two.."

After a couple of seconds it dawned on John that he was being counted out of
the contest. Instead of taking the full ten seconds to recover, he scrambled
to his feet in a panic, still groggy and partially winded by the girl's
attack.

John was furious. He should have finished off this chit of a girl by now.
Instead, his ears ached. His stomach ached. His balls ached. He had difficulty
with his breathing and she had almost knocked him out! How could a girl do
this to him, a big, strong boy? Now he was really going to hurt her, he
resolved, when he fully recovered!

Unfortunately, for him, he wasn't given the chance. With deadly efficiency,
the svelte female fighter began to soften up her powerful male adversary; to
soften him up so that she could force the boy to submit to her.

The girl feinted a punch to John's head, pivoted half a turn and drove the
heel of her right foot into the boy's left knee. John ignored the pain at
first in his eagerness to get hold of the elusive girl, but, as he lurched
towards her, the injured knee partially gave way, pulling him up short with a
wince of agony.

With a gleeful grin on her lovely face, the lethal young lady danced forward
and kicked him again, forcing a cry of agony from the boy as the pain shot up
his injured leg.

Jenny fixed him with her deadly gaze, like a lioness eyeing an injured water
buffalo. She circled the badly wounded boy, making him turn to his left to
face her, forcing him to put his weight on the damaged knee.

The naked young girl mocked him. "I thought boys were supposed to be good
fighters," she taunted. "But you can't even beat a girl. What will your pals
say when they find out you've been beaten up by a little girl, huh?"

This thought had also occurred to John, which made his cousin's taunts even
more effective. The boy completely lost his head, just what the girl
intended.

She was prepared for his charge. Cool as a matador, the graceful young girl
ducked under the furious boy's outstretched arms, grabbed him under both
armpits, rolled backwards, pulling his massive bulk onto her, then kicked up
with both feet into his corded stomach. As the agile young girl thrust upwards
with her shapely but powerful legs, John's body, legs flailing, cock bouncing,
sailed over her and smashed into the canvas. He landed on his back, all the
wind knocked out of him.

Jenny was on her opponent in a flash. She pulled his head up by the hair and
locked her thighs round the boy's thickly muscled neck. Then she squeezed.

Gish watched in amazement as the nubile young girl set about the destruction
of her powerful male opponent.

She sat by his shoulder, leaning back, supporting her weight on her forearms,
proud young breasts thrusting from her slender body as she tilted her head on
one side to watch the young man suffer.

Dazed and winded, John tried to open the girl's legs apart with his strong
hands, but Jenny's thighs were locked solidly round his thick neck. Thighs
that looked so soft and silky, but which concealed the steely muscles of a
girl in top physical condition, were choking the life from his massive frame.


John's senses swam as the calmly smiling girl effortlessly tightened her hold.
Frantically, with the last vestiges of consciousness, the boy slapped the
canvas in submission.

"Let go!" ordered Gish. Reluctantly, Jenny complied. She knew she'd been only
a few seconds away from victory by a knockout. Savagely, she twisted her
thighs as she released her male victim, leaving him flopping on the canvas,
grasping his throat, gasping for air.

"You have one minute," announced Gish, looking at his watch. "First submission
to Miss Jenny!"

Jenny watched John crawl ignominiously to his corner and, with difficulty,
pull himself upright. He gulped air into his lungs, desperately trying to feed
oxygen to his mighty muscles.

She itched to go after him, to smash him to defeat. She'd loved it when she'd
forced him, a bigger, older, male opponent, to submit to her. Now she wanted
to finish him off. Not only that, she wanted to beat him so convincingly that
she would establish her superiority for the next contest as well, whatever it
may be. She wanted to totally dominate her hulking victim, to emasculate him
and enslave his will to hers.

"Fight on!" ordered Gish.

John heard the command with trepidation. He was badly hurt, both physically
and mentally, and he had no idea how to fight the girl who was giving him such
a beating. Most of his body ached. His left leg could hardly support his
weight and he had great difficulty breathing.

But his arms were still strong. He stood still, fists cocked, chin down on one
broad shoulder, in a classic boxer's stance. He wanted to attack, to smash the
gorgeous young girl to the ground, but she had effectively immobilized him. He
had no choice but to let the girl come to him. He was sure he could weather
any attack she mounted, then he would nail her when she tired. 'After all,' he
tried to convince himself, 'she's only a weak, little girl. I must beat her
eventually!'

Jenny undulated towards the cowering boy, hands on hips, thrusting out her
breasts as she moved, swinging her hips provocatively, accentuating her
femininity.

"Here I come, man child," she taunted, "your little girl cousin's after your
balls again." She smiled as the boy's hand inadvertently moved towards his
groin. "I'm going to beat you up so badly, John-o, a big, big boy beaten by a
tiny, tiny girl. Ummm!" She smiled ravenously.

John blanched at the menace in the girl's voice, and the arrogant female
confidence of her approach. This was all wrong. He shouldn't be cowering
before an attacking girl. It should be the girl cowering before the superior
strength of the male warrior. As it was, the confident smile on the girl's
lovely, fresh face sent a shiver of despair up his spine.

Then she attacked.

Lazily, the girl threw her left hand sideways as if to give herself leverage,
then swung a round house right at John's head. He blocked it easily, saw the
girl was wide open, and, with a snarl of triumph, drove his ham-like fist at
her taunting face. He'd fallen into her trap.

Jenny swayed and let his punch fly over her shoulder. Then she grabbed the
startled boy's wrist, and, using the momentum of his own blow, swung his huge
body into the center of the ring.John stumbled, trying desperately to keep
his balance as his injured knee threatened to give way beneath his weight.

Jenny maintained the hold on the boy's wrist, pirouetting as she swung him
round, gaining speed as she swung him round again, guiding his body where she
wanted it to go.

John's bulky frame crashed face-first into the opposite corner post, almost
uprooting it from its stanchion. And the girl threw herself at him, pinning
him against the post with a cry of triumph.

Jenny jammed her knee into the small of the young man's broad back, reached
over his powerful shoulders, locked both hands under his chin and pulled!

John felt his back bend under the girl's assault as he held the ropes with
both hands to keep his battered body from collapsing. The pain became
unbearable as the girl threw all her weight on the hold around his neck.

Desperately, the boy let go the rope with one hand to claw at the hands which
were locked under his chin. He couldn't shift them. He reached behind him to
try to dislodge the girl's knee which was boring into his spine. He flailed
wildly, with no power in his blows.

With a suddenness which took John completely by surprise, the girl released
her hold on his neck as his hand pawed at her smoothly curved thigh.

As John crashed forward into the post once more, pulled forward by his own
arm, Jenny grabbed his wrist with both hands and levered it up behind his back
with all her female strength. John screamed as tendons tore, and pain ravaged
his mind. He was too shocked to think of submission and allowed the merciless
girl to wreck his magnificently muscled arm as a fighting tool with another
savage wrench.

The boy's arm flopped uselessly as Jenny reached between his muscular thighs
and grabbed his large, dangling balls in a grip of steel.

"Let go the rope," she hissed, enforcing her command with a warning squeeze.
"I've got you by the balls now, cousin. I bet you were proud of these big
balls but now they make such easy targets for me. Now reach behind you," she
ordered.

With his balls being crushed in her hand, John had no option but to obey the
girl's instructions. As soon as John's arm appeared, Jenny let go of his balls
and grabbed his wrist. Pushing his body forwards, so that his bulk was
supported by the corner post, the tough little virago twisted the young man's
arm, repeating her attack from a moment before as she wrecked his other limb.


Satisfied that she had thoroughly maimed her victim, Jenny turned him round to
face her, keeping him jammed against the post so that he wouldn't collapse.

Tears stained the boy's pain-ravaged face as he moaned in despair. Both his
once powerful arms drooped uselessly by his side and he could barely stand on
his one good leg.

Jenny jammed her knee into the boy's groin to keep him erect. She draped his
arms over the ropes which met at the corner post so that they ran under his
armpits and supported his wilting frame.

She stepped back, excitement surging in her loins as she surveyed her helpless
male victim. His huge, muscular body was sprawled against the corner post,
held up by one good leg and the ring ropes. His head hung down to his powerful
chest in abject defeat as sobs wracked his mighty frame.

Jenny was exultant. Never for a moment had she envisaged such a complete
victory over her massive, male cousin. Now she was going to destroy him!

Jenny grasped the pathetic young man by the hair and pulled his head up so
that he had to look at her. Slowly, deliberately, the deadly young tomboy drew
back her fist and smashed it into the terrified boy's stomach. Then again, and
again.

"If you submit, I'll kill you," she gritted into the battered male's shocked,
tear-stained face, too softly for Gish to hear. "You're going down to a
knockout my boy!"

Holding his head still, she smacked him across the face, first with the palm
of her hand, then with her knuckles, drawing blood from his nose to mingle
with the boy's tears.

She stepped back for her final assault and her eyes opened wide as a knowing
smile crossed her lovely face. John's cock reached towards her in a massive,
throbbing erection!

Gish too, was tense with sexual excitement. His cock too had expanded as he
watched the naked young girl cruelly destroy her powerfully muscled male
opponent and thrash him to defeat with her graceful, feminine fighting skills.
Now he gaped in awe at her magnificent, lithe, young body as she prepared to
administer the final humiliation to her helpless opponent.

But Jenny was in no hurry. She had all the time in the world. The boy, for all
his greater strength and superior bulk, was totally defeated by the slender
girl.

Gleefully, she grasped his throbbing cock with one hand and stroked his balls
with the other. John flinched as her fingers rolled his tender, aching balls
but his erection only got bigger. Jenny was impressed with her cousin's cock.
Her small female hand could barely wrap all the way around it. She could tell
as she began to pump it that she was having the desired effect on her powerful
male opponent.

"No... stop ... " John pleaded as he squirmed. He tried to lift his arms off
the ropes but his female opponent had so thoroughly wrecked his shoulders that
they weren't cooperating. And now this smaller female was jerking his cock and
his muscular masculine body was too drained to stop her.

"Make her stop..." John grunted to Gish. Jenny was expertly milking him and he
knew he was getting close to completely losing control. He was getting
desperate.

Jenny just giggled. "He wouldn't dare," she said before turning back to face
Gish. "Would you?"

They two naked fighters both looked at the handsome young man with his hands
in his pockets, who only a moment ago was stroking his own erection as he
watched the girl so fully dominate her large male opponent. His hand stopped
moving but Gish made no effort to stop the activity in front of him.

Satisfied Gish knew his place, Jenny turned back to her muscular male
opponent. As he started breathing heavier, she started pumping his cock
faster, using his precum to slick it up, twisting her hand around his
sensitive dickhead to make him moan and wince. Finally, as his balls pulled up
too close to his body to hold them anymore, she started using both hands on
his big, thick dick, pumping and squeezing and kneading the hard male flesh.
Soon she brought him off in a body-shuddering climax as she milked his
masculinity from him with her silky female fingers. He slumped in exhaustion.

Then she went in for the kill. Carefully, cruelly, she smashed her tiny fists
into the helpless young man's jaw, hitting him with a studied ferocity until
she grew tired of hitting him. She unhooked one arm from the rope which
supported him and hit him again. The male fighter's hugely muscled, powerful
body collapsed to the canvas as the shapely, softly curved young girl savagely
smashed him to unconsciousness.

As the beaten boy sprawled naked at her feet, the girl placed one foot on his
barrel like chest and raised her arms aloft in victory.

Gish was totally beside himself, worried he too might come any moment in his
pants.

"Aren't you going to count him out Mr. Gish?" purred Jenny. "I think I win by
a knockout, don't you?"

Gish completed the formalities with trembling haste. He looked up to see Jenny
staring at him with some kind of expression he couldn't name but he suddenly
felt very self-conscious.

Jenny was eyeing the handsome solicitor, ogling how he filled out his shirt
and pants. She was especially interested in what was causing the front of his
pants to bulge out so conspicuously.

"Strip!" she suddenly barked at him.

"Wha ... " Gish gasped, his mouth hanging open in terror.

"You heard me," she snapped.

"Jenny, I don't think ... "

"Do you want me to do it for you?" she asked.

"No, but I don't-"

Jenny took two steps toward him before Gish threw his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay!" Gish acquiesced. Another comical sight, the strapping young
professional male scared of the smaller naked girl in front of him.

Gish peeled off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly toned torso for someone
who pursued such a cerebral profession. But Jenny had done her research. She
had looked him up online and learned he was a former athlete in college. She
had this planned from the start.

He then pulled off his shoes, socks and then hesitated for a second before
finally undoing his pants and pulled them off as well, revealing thickly
muscled thighs. He stood before her in just his tight black boxer briefs. His
large erection strained against the fabric as it was bent painfully toward his
hip.

Jenny crossed her arms and gave him a look of death.

Gish inhaled deeply and peeled his underwear down off his legs. He stood back
up, his erection now aiming directly at her, bouncing with throbbing male
desire.

Jenny started walking toward the taller male, who tensed up as the fearsome
female fighter approached him. Without a word, she grabbed his thick dick and
started pulling him, leading him by his cock over to the supine body of the
defeated male before them.

Gish was now standing right beside John, his toes touching John's lifeless
arm. Jenny walked to the other side of John and faced Gish with her hands on
her hips.

"Now wank!" she ordered.

Gish gasped. He looked down at the fallen male at his feet.

"Don't look at him!" Jenny snapped. "Look at me!" Gish obeyed. "Now wank. If
you hesitate one more second you'll make me angry."

Gish swallowed, took a deep sigh and wrapped his hand around his cock. He
started pumping his dick, not even daring to look down at Jenny's naked body.
He just maintained eye contact with her the whole time.

Since Jenny has drained John of all his male strength, he couldn't even move
out of the way. All he could do was barely shake his head back and forth. "No
... please ... " he muttered.

"Shut up," Jenny ordered.

Gish was breathing faster and faster and jerking himself faster and faster but
Jenny was getting impatient.

"Now cum!" she ordered.

As soon as the words left her mouth, it triggered something in the handsome
young solicitor. His body obeyed. His head fell back as he started to groan.
Soon large white ropes of cum spurted out of his dick and splattered across
John's chiseled torso. John winced as he felt the hot cum shower his torso.

Once he was done, Jenny shooed him away. "John and I need a minute," she said.
Gish walked over to his clothes and grabbed his underwear to pull them on.

"Did I say you could get dressed?" Jenny asked.

Mr. Gish looked at her with amazement, then obediently dropped the boxer
briefs and stood there, hands folded over his crotch, waiting.

Jenny knelt down beside John as the boy began to recover his senses. He
thought he couldn't be more ashamed but now he had another man's semen painted
across his body. Contemptuously the girl cupped his balls in her hand.

"I thrashed you, boy," she said cruelly, humiliating him as much as possible.
"You've been thrashed by a little girl, boy. You don't deserve to have balls,
boy!" She squeezed, making him sob with pain and shame. "Now get up, boy!"

The tough little tomboy pulled the bigger, older boy up by his balls until he
was standing on quivering legs. She led the trembling form of the crushed
young man across the gym by the lobe of his ear. She let him go by the door of
the men's changing room and stood facing him, legs apart, hands on hips,
breasts thrusting proudly upwards as he slumped, head down, before her.

"Now go and tell your parents how you were beaten up by a little girl. And you
can tell them to forget about the inheritance 'cause I'm going to beat you at
everything, whatever it is. Understand, boy?"

She thrilled with triumph as the boy nodded his acquiescence before she
allowed him to flee into the changing room. The girl was exultant. She'd
destroyed her massively built, muscular boy cousin in a fight!She wondered
what the next contest would be. It didn't matter, she decided. She'd not only
beaten his body, she'd conquered his mind as well. So far, she had won the
battle of wills.

She turned back to Gish, who still standing by his clothes and, to her
delight, was already full erect again. She smiled. She had destroyed the will
of more than one man today. She marched over to the taller, bigger male and
once again wrapped her hand around his warm, pulsating cock. It was time to
celebrate.