Denise4 by Tom Adams
Bulldog wants a return match, another chance at Denise.
Bulldog's neck has healed and she has started strengthening her powerful jaws. She reaches up and grabs the small limb of a tree, pulls herself up and sinks her teeth into it. Her hands drop to her sides and she hangs on with her jaws, for five minutes, ten minutes, until they shake with fatigue. Only ten minutes. The road to full recovery can be slow.
Her jaws are weak, but they will grow stronger. She lays awake at night, picturing her teeth sinking into Denise's large tits and ripping them from her chest. Denise is the only woman who has ever beaten her and the thought drives her crazy. She must get revenge.
It's been a year. Denise's reputation, based largely on her incredible tits, has spread nation wide. The videos of her nude body sell out as fast as they can be produced. She has a popular adult web site and a sucessful adult magazine "Sexy Strong Women" featuring herself and other nude, beautiful, muscular women.
Her "sessions" bring huge amounts of cash. She spends an afternoon a week on them. Rich men pay a quarter of a million dollars for an hour of running their fingers over her muscles, the last fifteen minutes caressing the most alluring tits in America.
All this time a sixth sense tells her she will fight Bulldog again. She must be ready. Her jaws will be powerful.
Denise is in her gym. She is nude. There are mirrors on all the walls. She enjoys watching her muscles flex during her workouts. The bar above her is padded. She reachs up and grabs it, pulls herself up and grips it in her teeth. There are fifty pounds of weight strapped to her ankles. She releases the bar with her hands and is suspended by the grip with her teeth.
Slowly she raises her legs until they are parallel with the floor and holds them in that position for five minutes. The muscles in her jaws start to quiver, but she holds that position. Her feet rise up to the bar. Her weight is still suspended by the grip of her teeth on the bar. She holds that position for five minutes and lowers her feet to the floor. She repeats this ten times.
Denise looks in the mirror at the huge muscles in her steel stomach and feels the powerful muscles in her jaws ache. Yes, she knows she will fight Bulldog again and will be more than ready.
And she admires her tits. Her chest exercises have made them rise higher, more firm. In a way they resemble muscles. Her chest has extended into and become part of her tits. Her hard nipples are now a full inch long. Denise has the most desirable breasts in the country.
Bulldog reads about this in a newspaper and then rips it into a hundred pieces. In addition to her jaws, she's been adding muscle to her body and training in martial arts. Like Denise, she now has a black belt in karate. Like Denise, she has built her stomach into steel. She is ready.
Jack Armstrong, the "self made millionaire", is back from the financial dead, not as rich as before, but back. And he still has his contacts. Bulldog calls him.
"Jack, do you still have your contacts among people who like to see fights? This time it would be best if you bring in one thousand people who especially like to see women fight, one thousand people who will pay one million dollars to see me fight Denise. She and I get two hundred million dollars each. You keep the rest."
Jack hesitates.
"I've got to fight her, Jack. I dream every night of burying my jaws in those tits and ripping them to pieces. You will make hundreds of millions of dollars. Go to her Jack. You persuaded her to do it once. You can do it again."
Another hesitation.
"OK, Bulldog. It's worth a quarter of a million dollars if I can make that kind of money."
"A quarter of a million dollars?"
"That what she charges to spend an hour with her, running your hands over her breasts."
Bulldog turns red.
"Couldn't you just call her on the phone?"
Jack laughs. "You don't understand Denise, Bulldog. I do. Consider it done."
The next Friday he arrives at Denise's house with a briefcase filled with a quarter million dollars in cash. He's the last customer of the day.
"I know why you're here, Jack. Bulldog wants to fight me again."
"How do you know that?"
"Call it women's intuition. The answer is no. I never fight anyone twice."
Jack thinks quickly.
"OK, Denise. But there is a quarter of a million in my briefcase. Forget Bulldog. Consider me an ordinary customer."
Denise smiles.
"Sure, Jack. Your money is as good as anyone's. But just for an hour, OK"
Jack nods and Denise strips off her Tshirt and shorts.
Her tits and nipples are larger than when he saw her last time. The muscles in her gut have incredible definition. And her thighs are almost massive.
Jack runs his fingers lightly over her muscle groups as she flexes them rock hard, almost steel and arrives at her breasts in fifteen minutes. He's thirty minutes early. But he's so good with his hands that Denise does not object. Jack gently strokes the top of her tits. They're almost as hard as muscle. His hands go to her nipples and massage them until they're rock hard and Denise moans.
Then, like before, he whispers in her ear.
"Two hundred million dollars to fight Bulldog, Denise."
"Jack, this time one of us will die."
"Two hundred million dollars, Denise."
"Do you want me to die, Jack, just so you can make a ton of money?"
"You're made of steel, Denise. If anyone dies, it will not be you."
She hesitates.
"Two hundred million dollars, Denise."
"OK, Jack. I'll fight her. Give me six months and I'll be ready."
Jack smiles. Six months is perfect. It will take him that long to promote the fight, make further improvements to the Cage and contact one thousand fight fans around the world who will pay the one million dollar admission price.
Denise cuts out all activity but six hours a day, six days a week of packing more muscle on her body and advancing from a first degree to a second degree black belt in karate. Her jaws, gut, legs and chest get special attention.
She raises her mouth to the padded bar and grips it with her jaws. One hundred pounds of weight are attached to her ankles. She drops her arms to her sides and raises her legs straight out until they are at a ninety degree angle with the butt. She holds the position for ten minutes. She raises her legs another forty five degrees and holds for ten minues. Her legs drop to the floor and she repeats another nine times.
Denise's jaws, legs and stomach are shaking as she lies on a bench and slides a five hundred pound barbell off the rack. She does ten bench presses, places the weight back on the rack and breathes deeply for five minutes. She repeats this nine times. Still laying on the bench, she picks up two one hundred pound dumbbells and, keeping her arms perfectly straight, raises them until they touch above her head. Then nine more repetitions.
She walks over to a mirror, tightens the muscles in her chest and watches her tits rise to a forty five degree angle, about half way between her chest and her head. Her breasts are large, but it's that incredible shape, that upwards slope that has made her famous.
Denise puts on her jogging shoes, shorts and sports bra and runs ten miles. When she returns it's more iron lifting, concentrating on certain muscle groups in her arms, shoulders, butt and legs. She passes out from exhaustion and wakes up four hours later and eats a dinnner with food groups to keep her fat free and provide the protein to keep her going. She falls into bed and sleeps for twelve hours.
They call her "Bulldog". Her real name is Martha. She's Hispanic, like Denise. She hates Denise and her famous tits. She also hates men. Men, with their large erections and money. Tell men what they want to hear. Show them what they want to see. Do what they want you to do. And then the money, fame and power is yours. God, she hates men.
Martha's workout is different from Denise's. She doesn't use weights. She hangs by her teeth from the tree limb and slowly raises her legs up to the limb one thousand times. Her jaws and stomach muscles ache with fatigue. She releases her teeth from the limb and squats until her butt touches the ground, then slowly stands up until her legs are fully stretched out and rises on her toes. This exercises the muscles in her calves, thighs and butt. She repeats this one thousand times.
Martha grabs the limb again and does a thousand pull ups. She drops to the ground and does a thousand push ups. Then she runs through the woods, nude for twenty miles. Her exercise routine has increased dramatically since she learned of the rematch with Denise. She has also earned a black belt in karate in the past year after the devastating blows from Denise in the first match.
Jack Armstrong drives up. Martha has just finished her run through the woods and he admires her nude body. It's not as muscular as Denise's, but sleek, cat like and powerful. He looks at her tits, small compared to Denise's, but very firm and well shaped, not a trace of sag. Her dark nipples are hard and jut out from her breasts.
Jack smiles and walks over to Martha, speaks softly. "Denise says she can whip your ass."
Tell them what they want to hear.
"Tell Denise my teeth will rip her flesh apart. Tell Denise her blood will run in the sand"
"Are you in shape for the fight? It's less than a week away?"
Show them what they want to see.
Martha rises on her toes to show the well shaped archs in her feet and flexes every muscle group in her body. She's smaller than Denise because she doesn't use weights, but her muscles have more definition. They look leaner, harder, capable of more endurance in a long fight. That's why Martha trained this way. She expects this fight with Denise to be extremely long and brutal. The winner may simply be the woman who can last the longest.
Jack is pleased with what he sees. He notices Martha's breasts, of medium size, resemble muscles. They are firm. You can see the veins in them. Her nipples are hard and erect.
"Martha, I've bet two hundred million dollars on you. You're not going to let me down again are you?"
Tell them what they want to hear.
"I'm going to bite off her nipples and spit them into the sand, sink my teeth into her tits and rip them off her chest."
Jack smiles, gets in his car and drives away.
He has paid the owners of "the Cage" ten million dollars to rearrange things. First the Cage is gone. The bars obstruct the view. The thousand seat bleachers are in a perfect circle around the bare sand. Each "seat" has its own chair of thick, plush leather. Soft padding extends from the lower seats to the sand to keep the women from falling into the "bleachers."
Jack wants to make sure this is a fight to the death. His engraved invitation to the all male audience has told them it will be. He instructs the Cage owners to keep all ambulance and medical personel away. And, of course, like the last Denise/Bulldog fight, this is top secret. Employees are to be sent away. No one without an engraved invitation gets in.
A week before the fight, Jack sends an urgent message to the one thousand male spectators. Because of unexpected expenses the price of admission has risen from one to two million dollars per person. There are a lot of frowns, but these are very rich men who like to see women fight. No one objects.
Jack gets more greedy. He makes a bet with about one hundred of the richest men. Bulldog will not just kill Denise. She will rip her large, famous tits off her chest. The men quickly get on a conference call and decide it's worth the risk. Their combined five hundred million dollars against Jack's.
Fight night. 8:00pm. The desert sand is still warm. Football stadium style lights beam down on the circle inside the "bleachers". Denise enters through one small door in the circle, Martha from another. They are both nude. There are murmurs of admiration as the men stare at Denise's tits and nipples, smaller murmurs at those looking at Martha's sleak, muscular, cat like body and firm breasts.
As the women approach each other the differences in their bodies becomes more noticeable. Denise's huge tits and inch long nipples point upward toward the flood lights. The weight lifting has made her muscles extremely large. Veins pop out in her arms, legs, stomach, chest and extend into her tits. She looks unbeatable.
There are men among the crowd who know that size is not everything. They admire Martha's smaller muscles. There is an animal quality about them. They seem coiled, ready to strike with lightning speed and power. The veins don't pop out, but she's obviously rock hard, with the texture of steel.
Denise sends a vicious karate kick to Martha's stomach. She tightens her gut and the blow bounces off as she smiles. Denise is surprised as are most of the men in the "bleachers". Martha puts both hands behind her head, flexes her stomach, daring Denise to try again. Denise never backs away from a challenge, drops to her butt and sends both feet up into Martha's gut. She rocks back from the force of the the kick and continues to smile with both hands behind her head.
Denise gets up, and this time her foot flies upward between Martha's legs. She sees it at the last split second and turns to the side, but it's too late to deflect the main force of the blow. The pain in almost blinding. Martha sinks to her knees.
Denise jumps on Martha, shoves her head back and aims her teeth for the jugular vein. It looks like this fight is going to end the same way the first one did. Martha gains enough strength to send a karate chop to Denise's face, then grabs her by the throat, viciously raking with her fingernails. The blood starts to flow.
Both women have strong jaws and sharp nails. They roll in the sand, biting and scratching with neither finding a kill zone. They get up, both bleeding, the white sand stained red. The men in the "bleachers" are on their feet cheering. This is what they paid to see, two women fighting, ripping each other to pieces, a lot of blood.
Denise's huge tits were a special target during the roll in the sand and blood trickles from several deep fingernail gashes. Jack smiles from his seat in the bleachers. Martha is beginning to rip into her opponent's breasts. Soon he will be five hundred million dollars richer.
But suddenly Denise sends a quick karate chop to the bridge of Martha's nose and plunges her teeth into Martha's tits. Denise's iron jaws grind at the soft flesh and the blood flows from her opponent's breasts, down her stomach and legs and into the sand.
This time it's Martha's foot that flies between her opponent's legs and Denise drops to her knees in pain.
Martha's muscles are coiled like a rattle snake. She lunges down, her teeth aimed at Denise's tits. A hard right fist to the jaw stops her and exposes her neck. Denise sinks her teeth in deep and hangs on. She's missed the jugular vein, but blood flows from Martha's neck.
Denise's teeth have a vice like grip on her opponent's neck. In desparation, Martha sends her sharp fingernails to Denise's eyes. Denise jerks her head back. The fingernails find the huge breasts and long nipples and began to claw, ripping deeper and deeper into the flesh.
To Denise, her tits are everyting. They attracted the men in high school and college. They have made her famous. To destroy her tits is to destroy her. She releases Martha's neck. And Martha quickly snaps her head down into Denise's huge tits and buries her teeth in them. She yanks her head back and forth, tearing at the flesh.
Denise's head jerks back in pain. This is her worst nightmare. She's heard that once "Bulldog" gets a firm grip with her teeth nothing can make her let go. Denise slams karate chops into Martha's face, but she's yanking her head back and forth so quickly none of the blows land solid.
The men are on their feet, cheeering wildly. The blood is flowing freely from Denise's breasts into the sand. This is what the men really hoped their two million dollars would provide them, the sight of Denise's large tits being ripped from her chest with the blood flowing into the sand, her head leaning back, agony on her face.
Denise has other ideas. She swings her massive thighs up and locks them around Martha's neck. She tightens the grip, choking her opponet, at the same time grabing her head in an effort to stop the back and forth motion.
Martha is so obsessed with tearing at Denise's tits, at first she doesn't realize what is happening. Then it occurs to her she's having trouble breathing, and then she can't breathe at all. For the first time in all her fights, she releases a death grip. She looks into Denise's eyes and is met with a gaze of pure hatred.
Martha returns the look and turns her head just enough to restore her breathing and clamp her jaws on one of Denise's inner thighs. Her teeth work at the muscular flesh and still another source of blood stains the sand red.
The powerful muscles in Martha's legs bring her to her feet and she knees Denise in the back while her teeth grind deeper into Denise's thigh. Denise fears that Martha's teeth my be nearing a main artery in her leg and releases the grip, quickly stands up.
Their minds are so filled with hate, they forget their karate skills and begin an old fashioned bare knuckles brawl. The result is more blood flowing, this time from both women's mouth and nose. The men in the bleachers scream with delight.
Both women lash out with their hands and grab their opponent's tits. Their fingernails dig in, taking advantage of present wounds and creating new ones. Denise and Martha glance down. So much blood is flowing from their tits, it scares them. You can only lose a certain amount of blood and then you die.
Life is full of choices. Martha has two small children that depend on her. She makes a choice.
Denise can see there is no hate in Martha's eyes. She allows her to move in close and whisper in her ear.
"Let's stop, Denise. No one gives up. No one wins. No one loses. No one dies. We just stop. Look at the men in the bleachers. They think they control our lives. Offer us hundreds of millions and we do anything they say."
Denise nods her head in agreement. She shakes Martha's hand and they head for their doors out of the sand pit. The boos from the men in the bleachers is almost deafening. Denise looks around, but sees nothing, hears nothing. She's thinking about a fight in a bar with an old friend. It seems like an eternity ago.