Ingrid by Tom Adams
She fights and kills, But Why: Part I of a series.
Bob is laying on the bed when Ingrid enters the room. She is a beautiful woman of German and Swedish heritage. Her eyes are deep blue. Her hair is light blond and long. It stops half way between her shoulders and her waist. Her skin is very light. A creamy texture. She has high cheek bones and full lips. When she smiles you can see that her teeth are perfect and very white.
Ingrid dresses conservatively. Her skirts are full and come down to her ankles. Her blouses are large with sleeves down to her wrists. When you see her you think maybe she's hiding something. Why the beautiful, perfect face and the skirt and blouse that reveal nothing? What is she hiding? Is she fat? Is she skinny? Men see her. They admire her beautiful, sensual face. And then they look for more.
Ingrid can see their looks. They smile. She returns the smile. And then they glance at her body and see nothing but clothes covering everthing. Ingrid wants it that way. She spends her days working as a clerk in the men's clothing section of a large department store. As she smiles, Ingrid's mind is a million miles away. She's thinking of Bob. Has he been successful?
Bob looks up as Ingrid enters the room. He's nude. He's also well endowed even when not aroused. Ingrid glances between his legs. Her mind flashes back to the many times they've had sex and to the many times when he's huge. But she has a drive that's stronger than sex with another man. First she wants to remind Bob of her power over him. She wants to remind him of his role in her life.
Ingrid smiles, showing her perfect white teeth as she kicks off her shoes. She takes off her skirt. She's not wearing panties. She takes off her blouse. She's not wearing a bra. She's nude.
Her body is solid steel with large muscles, especially her thighs and arms which are huge.
Ingrid lays on the bed beside Bob and slowly flexes her biceps. The nuscles are so hard, so defined, her creamy skin seems to vanish. Bob gently runs his fingers over the mound of steel flesh. Ingrid closes her eyes and moans. God, it feels so good. But there is so much more if he's been successful. Bob runs his hands over her large breasts, his fingers gently massaging her nipples until they are hard. His hands glide to her stomach. Again the skin disappears. It's a sheet of steel flesh from her breasts to her pelvis.
Bob sits up to massage her legs. He starts with her calves as she flexes them. They are large and well defined, attractive, sexy. His hands move to her large thighs.
Ingrid's thighs are massive. There is no other word to descibe it. Bob massages them as she starts to flex. Her creamy skin peals away as huge slabs of muscle bulge in the front, sides and back. Bob continues to massage as she tightens her thighs. Even larger mounds of muscle pile on top of the those underneath.
Ingrid flexes her arms again. They are also massive. Like her legs, there is no other word to use. It's not just the incredibly huge biceps, but also the triceps, huge slabs of steel on the back of her arms. And her forearms bulge as she tightens her fists. Her grip is a vice.
Suddenly she relaxes and turns to Bob.
"Have you been successful?
Bob knows Ingrid is attracted to the area between his legs. And he knows she is more even more attracted to something else. And he must be successful if he wants to survive. She completely dominates him.
"Yes, I have been successful, Ingrid."
"When, Bob?"
"Tonight."
"Tell me about her, Bob."
Ingrid has a passion for fighting other women to the death. She finds it sexually arousing. She likes the feel of their muscles against hers. She even likes the feel of their fists and fingernails and teeth on her body. The fights are often very bloody. She enjoys the feel of her own blood trickling down her. She knows she will win. She will use her massive thighs and arms. And she will win. She always does. She always kills.
"Her name is Dawn,"says Bob. "She was born and raised in Japan. Dawn is a student now at UCLA. She's about your height and although not in your class in regard to muscles, she has a fifth degree black belt in karate. I saw her in a karate class at her college. She's really good. Deadly. I invited her out to dinner a few times and learned that she likes to fight other women. She says she especially likes to humiliate "muscle bound" women. I briefly decribed you and her eyes lit up. Dawn says you'll just be one more "muscles" in the notch on her belt. She wants to fight you and will be here at eight o'clock."
Ingrid smiles. She's fought the "black belts" before. They are all dead.
"There is more, Ingrid," says Bob. "She has a lot of money. Her wealthy father died recently and left her millions of dollars. I told her you would put two hundred fifty thousand dollars on this fight and challenged her to do the same. She accepted. Dawn will bring the cash with her in a briefcase. She's really into this, Ingrid. I watched her in a karate class the next day. Her eyes flashed as opponents fell to the mat. I've never seen a woman so quick with her hands and feet. She can kill."
Ingrid kisses Bob gently on the cheek. He's getting to be a real pro at bringing her women who will test her strength. And he's learning to pick rich ones that will bet large sums only to lose their money. And their lives. Ingrid kisses Bob on the other cheek and then suddenly wraps a massive arm around his neck. Her grip tightens until he can hardly breath. He almost blacks out. She relaxes her grip.
"You have been very successful, Bob. Thank you." And she quickly leaves the room.
Why does Bob put up with this? There are several reasons. First he worships strong women with large muscles. And Ingrid is the most awesome thing he's ever seen. And second, as a team they are getting rich. Bob brings her rich women, willing to bet large sums on the fight. Ingrid gives him only ten per cent. But that's still more money than he's ever seen in his life. But even without the money it's worth it to run his fingers over her muscles, to make love to her and feel her steel flesh against his body. Bob knows he's become a slave. But he doesn't care.
Dawn arrives promptly at 8:00pm. She has a companion (body guard) with her. He's wearing a leather jacket. Bob notices a familiar bulge in one of the jacket pockets. So he has a gun. Well, so do I.
Dawn, like Ingrid, has a very attractive face. Her hair is jet black and her eyes a deep brown. She has an olive complexion and perfect, white teeth. Her clothes, like Ingrid's, reveal nothing. She's wearing a baggy sweat shirt and even more baggy sweat pants. There is the usual introduction, her companion's name is Steve, and then Ingrid leads them down stairs to the "arena."
The arena is a very large room, perfectly square, fifty feet long, fifty feet wide. The floor and walls are covered with an off white colored mat. The ceiling is high enough for a gallery about six feet off the floor. It's a small room where up to six people can sit and watch the match. Bob and Steve go to the gallery. Dawn and Ingrid to the arena.
"Dawn," says Ingrid. "There are two conditions to this fight. One, we fight in the nude." Dawn nods, no objections. "Number two, this is a fight to the death. Only one of us will leave this arena alive."
Dawn seems to hesitate.
"I'm very muscular, Dawn. I understand you like to add "muscle women" to the notch in your belt. I challenge you to a fight to the death. And I must warn you. I always win. You can refuse and leave if you want to. But you are like me, a fighter. If you turn me down, you will always remember this moment. It will be a moment that in spite of all your karate training, in spite of all your victories, when faced with the ultimate challenge, you backed down."
Ingrid is silent. Dawn's face reveals nothning of the thoughts racing through her mind.
"I accept your challenge, Ingrid. And I'd like to raise the bet to one million dollars," says Dawn, smiling. "Bob and Steve can get the money. We'll wait until they get back. And then I'll kill you."
Now it's Ingrid whose face reveals nothing of her thoughts. One million dollars. That's all we have. She looks at Bob in the gallery and motions for him to get the money. Steve is already on the way to Dawn's car to get a larger briefcase with the extra seven hundred fifty thousand dollars. They both return soon and look at the women, waiting for them to take off their clothes.
Dawn goes first. Her hands reach down to take off her gym shoes and then she slips out of the baggy shirt and pants. Bob is surprised. Every time he's seen her she's been dressed in the standard karate outfit that covers everything. And when they meet in restaurants her clothes cover her like the karate outfit, revealing nothing.
Dawn has well developed muscles. They are not large enough to call her "muscle bound", but large enough to radiate strength and beauty. The muscles in her calves and thighs are well defined and beautiful beneath her olive skin. And so is her well rounded butt, her hard stomach, her back, shoulders and arms. Her breasts are not as large as Ingrid's, but very firm. They slope upward to large nipples.
Dawn flexes seductively and smiles at Ingrid. Mixed with the smile is a look of defiance and self confidence. "Your turn, "muscles"", she says.
Ingrid smiles back, ignoring the "muscles" taunt and kicks off her shoes, then removes her skirt and blouse. Dawn and Steve are impressed by her massive arms and thighs and the rest of her steel body. Impressed, but not afraid.
"To the death, Ingrid."
"To the death, Dawn."
The women move cautiously toward each other looking for an opening, an opportunity to kill.
Suddenly, with lightning speed, Dawn sends a karate chop to Ingrid's nose. The nose is not broken, but blood trickles out of the nostrils and down her cheeks. Ingrid wipes the blood away with her forearm and smiles at Dawn. Then she flexes the muscles in her arms and thighs. The light skin disappears from the mounds of steel flesh.
Dawn laughs. "I'm going to kill you, "muscles"".
Ingrid lunges at Dawn, trying to grab her, trying to get her in a death grip. But Dawn quickly steps to the side and sends a vicious kick to Ingrid's head. She's stunned. Rocks back. Another kick to the head followed by another blow to the nose and to the mouth. The blood flows from Ingrid's mouth, down her chin and neck and onto her breasts.
Dawn senses a quick kill and moves in close to put the full force of her arms into a series of blows to Ingrid's head.
Too close. Ingrid grabs Dawn in a bear hug pinning her arms against her side and tightening the grip at the base of her spine. Ingrid's massive arms swell, followed by the bulging muscles in her shoulders and back. Dawn can feel her back start to break. But she's smart. She buries her head in Ingrid's large breasts and sinks her teeth into them, ripping and tearing the flesh.
Ingrid backs off. The blood flows from her breasts, across her stomach and down her thighs. She looks at her breasts to see how bad the damage is. It's a big mistake. She's taken her eyes off Dawn.
And Dawn takes advantage of this with a series of more kicks and chops to Ingrid's head.
Ingrid is staggered. Her vision is blured. The blows keep coming and she drops to her knees.
In the gallery Steve grins at Bob who looks very grim.
"Cheer up, Bob" You can always find another muscle woman. Maybe make another million dollars some day." He laughs. Bob doesn't even smile. If she looses, I'm finished. I'll never find another Ingrid. She's one in a million. As in a million dollars?
With Ingrid on her knees, Dawn moves in close and kicks Ingrid in the head, then a hard kick to the ribs that rocks Ingrid on her back. Dawn is convinced it's almost over. She leeps high in the air and aims a powerful kick with both feet to land on Ingrid's stomach.
Ingrid is barely conscious, but she sees this coming and tightens her gut into a sheet of steel. And that's what Dawn's feet land on, solid steel. The shock spreads through her legs. She's stunned. Ingrid is groggy, but she graps Dawn by the ankles and slowly gets to her feet and yanks her to the mat. Using the muscles in her hard stomach, Dawn curls upward and tries to strike Ingrid in the face.
But Ingrid is fully conscious now. The muscles in her massive arms turn to steel as she holds Dawn's ankles in a vice grip and lifts her off the floor. Dawn's hard stomach bulges as she continues to curl upward to strike Ingrid in the face. Ingrid draws back a massive leg and sends a knee to Dawn's back. She lets the stunned woman fall to the mat then quickly goes behind her and wraps her massive thighs around her ribs. The leg scissors is Ingrid's favorite hold. It's how she kills.
Dawn can feel her ribs start to crack. But she's a black belt karate fighter. She sends a series of blows to Ingrid's knee caps. Ingrid can feel her knees start to shatter. She has to release the hold.
Dawn quickly turns and starts to send blow after blow to Ingrid's battered face. Both women are laying on the floor close to each other. Ingrid grabs Dawn by the throat. Again her huge arm muscles bulge. Dawn can't breathe. She stops pounding Ingrid in the face and sends a kick to the pussy. Ingrid is stunned and relaxes her grip.
For a moment, both women forget their strength or karate skills. It's an old fashioned "cat fight".
Dawn grabs Ingrid by her long blond hair, bends her head back and tries to sink her teeth into Ingrid's exposed neck, aiming for the juglar vein. As the teeth reach her throat, Ingrid easily pushes her away with a thrust from her massive arm. Ingrid rakes her fingernails across Dawn's face and down her breasts. She claws at Dawn's breasts in revenage from the savage bites early in the fight. Ingrid's breasts are still bleeding. But quickly both women realize this is a waste of skill.
Dawn starts to get to her feet, but Ingrid grabs her by the ankles again and yanks her to the floor. She draws back her leg and sends a hard kick to Dawn's head.
Now Dawn is stunned. Ingrid quickly goes behind her and again wraps her legs around her ribs in a scissors hold. Only this time Ingrid is face down so her knees face the floor and Dawn can't pound on them with her powerful karate blows. She begins to tighten the hold. Her skin seems to peel away exposing massive and deadly steel muscle.
Dawn can feel her ribs breaking. She grabs Ingrid's thighs. It's a waste of time. She gets to her feet looking for a way to use her legs. But Ingrid is behind her, stretched from her arms on the floor to her powerful legs around Dawn's ribs.
The muscles in Ingrid's butt tighten adding more power to her thighs. Her butt is huge now. Two large mounds of solid steel muscle. Her light skin is stretched very tight, You can see the flesh and veins in her butt and thighs, almost see the blood flowing through her veins.
Dawn feels more ribs break. Her chest wall is collapsing. Her internal organs are being crushed. Blood starts to trickle from her mouth. She sinks to her knees. Ingrid tightens her butt and thighs more. They are massive mounds of solid steel muscle.Dawn's head slumps forward. Ingrid knows Dawn is dead, but she holds her grip until her muscles begin to shake with fatigue.
Steve bolts from the gallary, headed for the arena. Bob is right behind him. Steve looks at Dawn's dead body, thinks about the one million dollars and reaches for the pistol in his jacket. Bob has anticipated this. His large pistol with a silencer is already out. A hole opens between Steves eyes and the back of his head blows off.
Ingrid grabs Dawn's sweatshirt and wipes the blood off her face and breasts. She and Bob will dispose of the bodies and clean up the arena later.
They are in Ingrid's bedroom, both incredibly aroused by Ingrid's kill.
Bob's erection is huge. Ingrid takes it in her hand and gently carreses it with her tounge. She releases it. She's standing up. Bob knows what he must do if he wants to survive. And why not? A lot of men would give their right ball to do what he's about to do.
Ingrid begins to flex her steel muscles, starting with her calves. And Bob gently runs his erection over her nuscles. It moves from the calves to her massive thighs. Bob's caresses the mounds of steel flesh. Ingird starts to moan.
Bob pauses for a few seconds. Ingrid glares at him. Bob moves behind her and runs his huge erection over her steel butt, Two perfectly rounded mounds of muscles and veins. Ingrid goes to the bed, lays on her stomach. Bob's passes along her back, from her butt to her shoulders.
Ingrid turn over, lays on her back. Bob passes by her mouth. She gently licks him again. He runs along her arms, her breasts and her hard stomach which turns to steel as he passes over it. He ends at her pussy and plunges deeply into her.
Ingrid matches him, thrust for thrust. They both have multible orgasms. Ingrid's powerful arms and legs are wrapped around Bob's body.
Ingrid is not satisfied yet. Her body is wet with sweat and the blood still trickling from her nose and breasts. But she must have one final orgasm. She takes her legs from around Bob and stretches them out full. The muscles tighten in her legs and her butt. They turn to solid steel, helping her to a climax. Bob continues to thrust deeply into her. Her muscles quiver with fatigue and she moans loudly as her body shakes with the orgasm.
Later that night, Ingrid puts on her clothes and walks down the street to a small Catholic church. She goes straight to the alter, but she does not kneel. A priest comes up to her and says something, but she doesn't hear. She just gazes at the cross. And she wonders why. It it something from her childhod back in Sweden? Long forgotten. She doesn't know.
Ingrid turns and leaves quickly. What she does know is what she is now. A person totally driven by sex, fighting and the urge to kill. Again, she wonders why.
(Please read Ingrid II, the next story in this series)