Denise3 by Tom Adams

Denise's breasts are threatened by a woman with powerful jaws and teeth.

Denise takes her time with the men at her "Sessions" They are spending twenty five thousand dollars to spend an hour with her in her home watching her flex her powerful nude muscles and display her incredible breasts and nipples. They can watch, but they can't touch. Two armed body guards are out of site in the next room playing cards and fighting to stifle chuckles that come from listening to some of the conversations.

It's been two years since that first fight in the cage and Denise has become somewhat of a star especially in her native, southern California. Her video business featurng her nude breasts is about to go nationwide featuring not just her but other beautiful, muscular women. She continues to work out adding more muscle to her body and more inches to her breasts. She's Queen of the cage comanding a half million dollars a fight but no one dares challenge her. She hasn't been in the cage in months.

Until her video business takes off, the steady income stream comes from the Sessions. There's a waiting list of men willing to shell out the twenty five grand and Denise spends an afternoon a week giving them their money's worth. That's four hundred thousand dollars a month.

And Denise puts on quite a show. She starts wearing nothing but the shortest of shorts and the tightest of Tshirts. The shorts come off first and Denise starts with the muscles in the arhs of her feet and slowy flexes her legs, butt, stomach, then her arms and shoulders. The men all have special muscle groups thay want her to flex and they all keep asking her to take off her Tshirt.

Finally, with just fifteen minutes to go in the hour, off comes the Tshirt. Denise puts her hands behind her head, tightens the large muscles in her chest and takes a deep breath. A few men have passed out, a few have rushed her and had to be restrained by the strong, muscular guards in the next room who easily wrestle the men to the carpet. They try to make it look hard, dragging it out to prolong the free look at Denise's nude body.

The last customer of the day is Jack Armstrong, a handsome, self made millionaire in the real esate business. Jack's a blunt man and he comes right to the point. "I want three things from you this afternoon, Denise. One: two hours of your time instead of the usual sixty minutes. Second: the right to lightly run my fingers over your body, including your breasts. Third: a discussion about a woman I think can whip your ass in a fight in the cage, a fight that could make you extremely rich or it could destroy you. I'm a very rich man. Name your price."

At the mention of "run my fingers over your body", the guards in the next room go on red alert.

Denise thinks for a moment. They say that everyone has their price and hers is one million dollars.

"I thought you would say that," says Jack as he picks up a briefcase and places it on a table. Denise had wondered why he brought that. She invites the security gurards in and their eyes bulge as they quickly count the money. "It's all there. One million dollars."

"Please leave your guns on the table," says Jack just before the guards retire to their room. "And please, do not be insulted. This is strictly business and I feel more secure if everyone is unarmed." The guards glace at Denise. She nods her approval and they go back to their room.

Denise takes off her shorts and Tshirt and flexes her muscles slightly as Jack looks at her.

"Denise, I'm going to start with the archs in your feet and slowly run my fingers over every muscle group in your body until I get to your breasts. As my fingers run over your muscles, I'd like to feel them turn rock hard." Denise nods.

He bends down. Denise rises on her toes and he runs his fingers over the bottom of her feet and then to her firm calves. "Not firm, Denise, rock hard." She tightens the muscles in her calves until they ache and then his fingers go to her thighs, to the well arched muscles in the back and the large front and sides and hard inner thighs. His fingers continue to glide up and travel across her well rounded, muscular butt and her incredibly hard stomach. Next to her breasts, Denise believes this is the sexiest part of her body and the well defined muscles harden until they're on fire.

Jacks fingers contiunue along her hard back, her bulging arms and shoulders, her upper chest and stop at her breasts. He's good with his fingers. Denise is aroused. He can tell it by the dreamy look on her face, her soft eyes. They close as his fingers move across the top of her large breasts, just barely touching the skin. They are more firm than they have ever been, almost as firm as some people's muscles. And they definitely jut slightly upward now. She has to bend over slightly to do her glass of water balancing act.

Jack cups the bottom of her breasts in his hands. They are so large and firm they're almost heavy. Finally his fingers stop at her nipples. They are already large and firm. He massages them until they are huge and hard.

His head is at her ear now, his voice almost a whisper. "Denise, some rich men breed and train horses. I breed and train women to fight. I have one who can defeat you. We call her Bulldog. Do you know why we call her that, Denise? She has a bulldog grip with her teeth. It can't be broken. She's never lost a fight, rips large chunks of her opponent's flesh from their bodies. I want to see her fight you, Denise, want to see her savage teeth rip at your breasts. I'll give you ten million dollars to fight her. Are you in.?"

Denise never backs away from a fight. Never. "I'm in, Jack."

It's fight night at the cage, but not like the old fight nights.

There are new steel bleachers that seat a thousand people. The seats are very plush. Jack has rented the cage from the owners for one hundred thousand dollars, told them they can keep all improvements, free of charge, just one condition. No publicity, none. This is top secret. The owners agree excitedly, send all employees to Europe on a vacation and swear an oath to kill the person who spoils this. They are very serious.

The thousand fans have paid two hundred thousand dollars each to watch this fight. Jack has flown them in from all over the world at his expense. These people share Jack's obsession with watching a fight. While Jack's is limited to women, these people just like to watch a fight, between women, men, dogs, cats, lions, tigers, whatever, and the bloodier the better. And Jack has promised them plenty of blood. He believes that Denise will put up a good fight but that Bulldog will rip her breasts off her chest. Jack figures he will see the women's fight of his life and clear fifty million dollars.

The two women step into the arena and take off their robes. The crowd is very impressed with Denise's muscular body and her breasts, especially her breasts. Both women are short, about five feet, two. Bulldog is not quite as muscular as Denise, but the crowd immediately knows where she got the name Bulldog. Her jaws are large, very large and she grins showing large teeth.

She lunges forward, her head bent low, mouth opened wide aiming for the breasts. The jaws snap shut on air as Denise sends a powerful kick to Bulldog's stomach. But as she bends over her teeth sink into Denise's right thigh. Her teeth grind and she yanks back and forth, bulldog fashion, tearing the flesh. Denise has earned a black belt in karate in the past year and sends several powerful chops to the bridge of her opponent's nose, stunning her enoough to relax her jaws. But a large gash has been opened in Denise's thigh and blood flows freely into the sand.

Jack frowns. He didn't know Denise was a martial arts expert. He has so many side bets on Bulldog that if she loses all his profits go right down the drain.

Bulldog sits back on her butt and Denise aims a karate kick at her jaw, trying to break it. Bulldog ducks at the last moment and sinks her teeth into Denise's arch at the bottom of her foot. Again her head janks back and forth tearing at the flesh. Denise uses her other foot to stun her opponent, but again her flesh is ripped and more blood flows to the sand. Bulldog slowly gets up and grins, Denise's blood dripping from her mouth.

Denise backs up. With the flesh ripped in the bottom of her foot, she's not as steady on her feet.

Bulldog leaps up just enough to use her powerful jaws on Denise's stomach. Denise tightens her steel muscles but can still feel the large teeth begin to sink in. She uses another karate trick and jambs both thumbs in Bulldog's eyes. But this time Bulldog is determined to hold on. Denise tightens the steel muscles even more, but can still feel the teeth sinking in. She draws back and again hammers Bulldog with karate chops intil she lets go. Denise's gut is rock hard and has not sustained the damage her thigh and foot did. There is just a small trickle of blood.

Denise is enraged by the gashes on her, and the blood flowing into the sand. In spite of all the blows, there is not a speck of blood on Bulldog.

Bulldog is in close now, shakes off the karate blows and opens her large jaws as she brings her head toward Denise's breasts. She can feel Bulldog's hot breath on her breasts and tries to push her head back. But Bulldog is more determined than ever and sinks her teeth in. The blood starts to flow from Denise's breasts. Jack feels relieved, thinks it's almost over.

Denise claws at Bulldog's eyes with her fingernails, for the first time drawing blood, a lot of it. Bulldog is worried. She can't see. She draws back. Quickly Denise snaps her head around and sinks her teeth deeply into Bulldog's neck, into her jugular vein.

Bulldog stands up, the blood is pouring out of her neck. A referee and ambulance rush forward. They can see it's a mortal wound. The woman is rushed to a local hospital and luckily survives. So does Denise. The cuts are deep, but will only require stiches, not plastic surgery. And she's ten million dollars richer. The fight fans go home happy. They'll be talking about this one for years. The owners of the cage return to their new facility.

Jack, the side bets have left him broke. Oh well, if I made a fortune in real estate once, maybe I can do it again.

Denise........................to be continued.womenwhofight@aol.com