Gym Brute Beaten - 3
By koedkid



"Let's do this," growled Muscles as he sauntered out of the building into the
parking lot, followed by Jimmy, two ladies he was flirting with and the rest
of the patrons at the club.

Muscles was seething mad. He could not let this uppity blonde knock him off
his feet in front of all these people. He knew he could pummel her into the
ground. His newly developed speed and footwork combined with his size and
power will be enough to demolish the upstart female.

No one believed the woman had a chance against the masculine behemoth -- yet
she claims she beat him before. "This I've got to see," one man said, as his
girlfriend smiled "Don't be too sure she can't."

Within minutes about 200 club-goers were forming a circle around Muscles and
Joyce on the paved lot.

Some guys in the crowd shouted it's not fair that Muscles was fighting a
woman, especially a tiny blonde whom he outweighed by more than 100 pounds.

Joyce's brunette friend, Sierra, kept asking "Are you crazy. Do you know what
you're doing?"

And Joyce kept answering "Don't worry."

The two combatants were facing each other in the parking lot - a space where
drunken guys usually fought to avenge some small verbal slight or to protect
the honor of a girlfriend. But never have the streetlamps in the lot
illuminated two fighters like this. A muscle-bound man against a small blonde
with a tight leather skirt and small blouse and pushup bra.

Muscles moved in and took a swing at the lady. Joyce easily avoided his punch.
But when she went to kick his midsection her tight skirt prevented her leg
from extending. The man's huge ham-hock of a hand grabbed her ankle and tossed
her to the ground. Jimmy let out a yell "Go Muscles, kick her ass."

Some of the guys also nodded approval but none wanted to shout out that they
enjoyed seeing a man beat up a woman - especially if they were standing next
to their girlfriend.

Muscles smiled at the female fighter as she sprawled on the ground and started
to get to her feet.

"This time will be different, sweet cheeks. I'm stronger and faster than
before and I can't wait to bend you over one of these cars and fuck you from
behind."

Joyce bounced back to her feet. She said, "Screw this," and slipped off her
high heel shoes, leaving herself barefoot on the hard asphalt. She also
unzipped her tight leather skirt and let it slip down her thighs to the
ground, revealing a red thong that highlighted her legs and firm round ass.
She took off her blouse showing off a perky pair of 34Cs in a push up bra.

Sierra yelled "what are you doing," as a round of whoops and hollers from the
men filled the air.

"I can't fight in those clothes, and I want this dip-shit to be totally aware
that a woman is taking him apart," Joyce answered.

The onlookers still couldn't believe Joyce's bravado. She just got tossed
aside by a pile of male muscle as if she were a piece of tissue paper. How can
she believe she can fight this guy?

Muscles smiled at the near-naked fighter and stalked. He moved toward her
hissing "This time is different" as he would take a swing. His punches moved
the wind, but that was all - the agile female was able to duck and avoid all
his fists.

Joyce was biding her time - waiting for the right moment to strike. And there
it was. Muscles swung so hard and missed that his body turned around, Joyce
took the opportunity to try a flying drop kick against the hardened torso in
front of her. She hit Muscles squarely in the back, with all of her 125 pounds
of feminine fury.

The big guy was pushed forward a few feet but was not toppled nor phased by
the Amazon warrior's assault. He smiled, pounding his chest in front of the
woman, "Try it again, sweetheart. You can't hurt me."

Jimmy shouted out to his friend "Get her Muscles. Squeeze the shit out of
her."

The Herculean male - encouraged that the woman's attack didn't hurt him -
again moved in slowly, swinging haymakers and trying to grab her. Sierra and
other women were muttering in alarm as Joyce continued to avoid his punches.
She realized she needed a new strategy. She couldn't fight this guy at arm's
length. But going in close could be suicide. Unless---

She again launched herself at the mammoth chest of the big guy. She wrapped
her legs around his torso, hoping to scissor him to the ground.

Muscles seemed unfazed by her legs. Her squeezing was showing definite muscle
in her thighs, but it didn't seem enough to slow down the big man. Muscles now
had the woman up close, and he wrapped his python-like arms around her waist
and began to squeeze. Joyce realized she was in trouble. Her legs were
loosening from around the big guy's body, as his bearhug was sapping her
strength.

She tried clapping his ears, to shake his equilibrium but his arms got
tighter, and Joyce was being shaken like a rag doll. To add to her insult and
injury, the violent shaking by the giant behemoth loosened her bra and it flew
to the ground, leaving her 34Cs squished against the big guy's chest.

Both women and men in the crowd began shouting for the macho warrior to put
the lady down. It appears that common sense was winning out. This tiny woman
was bragging about how she was going to beat up this big brawler, and now she
was paying for her insane bravado.

Sierra was screaming for Joyce to give in. While Jimmy was yelling for his
brutish friend to screw the topless bitch.

Joyce felt herself going dark, when she grabbed Muscles on his head to keep
from being tossed. Her hands encircled his bald skull, and her thumbs found
their way to his face. She stuck her thumbs in the big guy's eyes and pushed
hard. Muscles let out a scream. The woman's long nails and thumbs were pushing
his eyeballs into his head. His bearhug loosened and the woman was able to
wrap her legs around the barrel like torso again - holding on for leverage.
She used her scissor hold to keep her position, using her fingers to blind the
big galoot.

Muscles was screaming "My eyes. My eyes. I can't see." His cries of pain
seemed odd, coming from a male warrior, facing a female opponent.

Joyce let her legs go and slid down Muscles' torso. She was now face to face
with her giant opponent. Through his temporary blindness he saw the shapely
shadow of the blonde with her breasts swaying in rhythm to her footwork. While
Muscles focused on the tits, he felt punches begin to pepper his face. Through
blurred vision he saw the blonde hellfire move in with fists flying. But every
time he swung a haymaker she skipped away.

The crowd saw this fight turning in favor of the little woman. The worried
murmuring of the female onlookers turned to cheers as the little Amazon
launched a barrage of fists at the muscled frame. Muscles seemed to be
absorbing the punches, but a closer look could see his eyes getting glazed and
a trickle of blood from his nose. Jimmy - who never saw his big friend on the
losing end of a fight - was shouting encouraging words.

"Grab her. She's right there. C'mon big guy, you got her," his little friend
yelled.

But Muscles could only muster a few wild swings and some angry growls about
how he was going to "Kill the bitch.," while he staggered trying to clear his
eyesight.

Sierra in turn was cheering for her friend and took out her camera phone to
record the topless feminine figure dancing around the huge ball of
testosterone. Joyce's tiny fists continued to flick out at the big man's face,
opening cuts on his lips, eyes and cheek.

"Is it coming back to you, champ. Remember how I kicked your ass the last
time," Joyce taunted.

Onlooker who first heard the woman boasting and didn't believe it, now had
direct evidence in front of them, as the Gladiatrix was picking apart this
intimidating specimen of male bravado.

The macho DNA refused to allow Muscles to realize he was getting beat. He
continued to stagger and swing wildly at his female nemesis. He screamed out
"When I catch you, I'm going to fuck you silly."

The sexist comment got Joyce angry. "How you going to ball me with a
three-inch dick," she yelled, as the onlookers laughed. Joyce then stood in
front of the swaying male fighter. His eyesight was beginning to clear, but
Joyce didn't let him recover.

"This target is too tempting to let it go," she shouted as she delivered a
swift kick to his balls. Muscles let out a grunt. His eyes opened wide and
bugged out of his head. He dropped to his knees. At this level Joyce was able
to pepper his face even more with punches and kicks.

Sierra moved round the circle with the camera phone to get all the angles of
her friend's Battle of the Sexes. Other women also took out their phones to
record the fight, as their boyfriends squirmed uneasily watching a
representative of the supposed stronger sex getting destroyed.

The 250-pound male fighter was nearly out on his knees - swaying with his eyes
half closed. His balls were on fire from the female's kick. His face was
turning into hamburger from more than 50 punches. His huge arms that moved
hundreds of pounds in the gym, now hung loosely by his side, as he couldn't
find the strength to lift them. His still couldn't fathom that his proud body
- built by hours in the weight room - was being dismantled by a skinny
125-pound blonde.

Through his pain he was hearing the tittering of the crowd. Men gasping in
disbelief at the sight of the big body builder being demolished by a topless
woman. And the screaming encouragement from the women who looked at this
Battle of the Sexes as a line in the sand outside one of the town's great
pick-up venues.

Joyce was dancing around the kneeling male fighter, striking muscle poses for
the cameras that were recording the fight. She lost focus and was surprised as
Muscles let out a loud growl and lunged at her. He was able to grab Joyce by
the arm, and he began pulling her into his huge frame. He summoned every last
ounce of strength he could muster. He knew this is where his male DNA will
kick in and tap a reservoir of pride that will stave off defeat.

Joyce felt the mammoth hand envelope her arm and realized she could be in
trouble. As Muscles pulled her in close, he summoned all his strength and
raised his fist. He was going to launch a haymaker at close range that would
surely break the pretty blonde's face. Joyce saw his arm loading up and beat
him to the punch. The female spitfire shot out an open palm strike to Muscle's
face, pushing his nose into his head with a loud crack.

The big man dropped the lady and grabbed his face. He was still on his knees,
when he keeled over with blood spurting from a large hole in his face.

Joyce jumped up and walked around her fallen opponent. "Do you want more,
stud," she asked in a condescending tone.

Jimmy was nearly in tears seeing his hero, lying on the ground at the foot of
a female fighter. "Get up Muscles," he cried. The men in the crowd were still
having trouble digesting what has played out over the past 20 minutes. Even
the bouncers who came out to watch the fight, had to admit that the woman beat
this guy worse than they ever had to take out a brawler.

"Give it up Muscles," Joyce said as she walked around the large male on the
ground. She was the picture of feminine strength with her breasts jutting out
and her ass swiveling in her thong, with each long-legged step she took. "I
want you to apologize to my friend Sierra for grabbing her ass. I want you to
promise to be a gentleman from now on and know how to treat a woman."

Being physically beat was one thing, but to verbalize a submission it in front
of 200 people was more than Muscles could take. His stupid male ego blurted
out "Fuck off, bitch. I'm not through with you yet."

Most of the crowd gasped. How stupid was this guy? Muscles got to his feet and
ripped off his shirt, showing abs, pecs and biceps that still looked like they
could do damage. Joyce looked at the crowd with an air of disbelief. How can
anyone be this dumb, she thought? I don't want to kill the guy, but what else
can I do.

The bare-chested Muscles lumbered toward the female warrior with his hands up.
He thought his boxing and aerobic classes would give him the agility to take
out the lady. But by this time in the fight, he had nothing left. His
tree-trunk legs that pumped 500 pounds on the weight machine, were quaking,
trying to keep his body from falling.

Joyce yelled "All your muscles can't help you now, dickhead. I'm going to make
you so sorry."

Over the next ten minutes Joyce gave a boxing clinic. Her body moved with a
powerful grace symbolized by her bouncing tits and flowing hair that seemed to
flow behind her every punch. Muscles was too weakened and slow to stop her.
She punched his face, and even began working on his body. Dozens of shots to
his ribs, and kicks to his stomach were causing large red welts to show on the
man's chiseled frame. What looked like marble and steel when the night began
was now turning into gelatin. The woman's assault was softening every muscle
in his body.

The men shuffled uneasily in the parking lot watching their emblem of male
power and superiority wilting before this female spitfire.

With every punch, cheers rose up from the girls in the crowd. They gave sly
glances to their quiet boyfriends as if to indicate that they too could handle
themselves and should not be considered the weaker sex.

Muscle knew he had no answer. Yet he could not submit. Not again. He knew if
he could just grab this wildcat his strength would not fail him, and he could
put her out. But Joyce continued her attack. Punching the big fellas face,
body, and then another kick to his balls.

"Once again Muscles, I've proven that you're no match for me. All your
bodybuilding is worthless against my female muscles," Joyce taunted.

A swift kick to his head, and Muscles fell down face first. Blood smears from
his pulverized face painted the parking lot asphalt.

He was out cold on the ground on this stomach.

Joyce turned to the two ladies who were attracted to Muscles before the fight.

"Here's your hero, girls. And just to show you what kind of wimp he really is,
I'll drop his pants for you."

As Joyce bent over the unconscious slab of meat and began pulling his jeans
down. Jimmy screamed out "Nooo" and made a rush for the topless warrior. It's
not clear if he thought he could take on the lady who just destroyed his
friend - but he never got the chance.

Sierra grabbed the little guy by the collar. While she held her camera phone
in one hand she held Jimmy in a head lock with her other arm. The little guy
was no match for the 155-pound vixen as she then tossed him to the ground. She
sat on his chest and slapped his face, until he sobbed "Please stop. I give
up,"

Joyce laughed you seem to have more sense than your muscle-headed friend, as
you know when you're beat."

"I'm still waiting for that apology, Joyce shouted at Muscle. "But it looks
like he's in no shape to admit he's been treating ladies like sex objects,"
she added. "Well, I'm just going to have to show him what it's like."

With that she pulled his underpants down to his knees and grabbed a strap on
dildo from her purse.

With 200 people looking on, Joyce's lithe feminine frame climbed behind the
large male body and slammed the eight-inch rubber dong into the big fellas'
ass.

"He wanted to get laid, well I'm happy to oblige," she shouted, as her
gyrating hips showed off ass muscles pumping and contracting delivering a
world of pain to the beaten man.

The penetration jerked the big guy into consciousness. He whimpered in
humiliation kowing that Joyce was banging his ass, when he thought this
evening with end with him pounding her from behind. He tried to roll over. but
the female vixen, smacked his head, pushing his face into the rough pavement.
Muscles was in a weakened state and knew he had to lay there and take it.

"Please stop," Muscles cried. "Oww it hurts...I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he
sobbed.

"Apologize to my friend Sierra, and promise you won't go around groping women
anymore," Joyce commanded as her thrusting hips continued to separate the
man's ass cheeks.

"Ooww, OK Ok, I'm sorry Sierra, I..I..I Oww.. promise to stop groping ladies,"
the defeated man stammered as tears rolled down his face.

"Now admit that a woman beat you up, and is a better fighter than you," Joyce
continued to lecture this puddle of testosterone.

"OOWW, please stop. You win," cried Muscles. "You're a better fighter than me.
I won't bother you anymore."

The big man's surrender was surreal. The onlookers couldn't believe the site
of the tiny topless blonde riding the big body. It looked like a cowgirl on a
Brahma bull and the cowgirl was completely in charge.

"That's a good boy," Joyce said, as she pulled out the dildo. Muscles was left
coiled in a fetal position naked on the pavement. When he rolled over on his
back, the crowd began tittering and laughing - because his three-inch dick was
standing at attention.

Joyce yelled "See I told you. All his muscles were built up, except one."

Joyce got dressed and she and Sierra went back inside the club. Jimmy crawled
away leaving his defeated hero to recover on his own in the parking lot.
Muscles knew he couldn't show his face here ever again.