Natasha2 by Tom Adams
Natasha fights for her life.
Natasha Richardson is a very powerful Afro-American woman. A jogger, swimmer and weight lifter. And very smart. PhD in psychology. Helps men with their sexual problems. She deals mainly with impotency.
She dresses in a way that will arouse the men. Short skirts reveal her brown, muscular legs. She flexes them in a sexy manner during a counselling session. Sleeveless blouses expose her muscular arms. And the blouse is a size too small to make sure her large breasts strain at the fabric.
She wants to quickly see what her patient's reaction is to a beautiful woman. And take it from there.
It's Bob's first session. He looks at Natasha. Shows no emotion. None.
Natasha takes a deep breath. Her breasts straining at her blouse. Again, no emotion.
Bob does have a problem.
After several counselling sessions, Bob begins to open up.
"Dr. Richardson, as you can see, the sight of a woman does not arouse me."
"What does, Bob."
He stares at the floor.
"Two women locked in combat. Their muscles straining against each another."
So, he likes to see women fight.
"Do you consider this a fetish, Bob? Are you ashamed of it?"
He continues to stare at the floor.
"No, it's just the way I am, Dr. Richardson. It's just what "turns me on" as they say. Do you see anything wrong with it?"
"No, Bob. Nothing at all," says Natasha. "There is really no "normal" sexual desire. It's like you said. What "turns you on." I believe the main thing is to be sexually aroused by a woman. If this is your way. That's fine."
How can Natasha say anything else. Her "fetish", "passsion" whatever, is fighting other women. Several times a month. She makes love to men. Loves it. But there is something about straining against another woman's muscles in a fight that "turns her on."
A pause.
"Dr. Richardson. You are very muscular. Have you ever fought another woman?"
"Yes, Bob, I have."
"Do you win?"
"Always."
"How often do you fight?"
"Several times a month."
Another pause.
"I have a friend I'd like to see you fight, Dr. Richarson. Can I bring her to the next session?"
"If you would like to, Bob. Yes."
Bob leaves.
Natasha is somewhat stunned by the conversation. Why did she open up her own feelings to a "patient"?
She knows why. It's her fighting fetish. And now she wants to see Bob's "friend."
The next week, Bob enters Tatasha's office again. There is a German girl named Ingrid with him.
She's about Natasha's height. Has an attractive face. Not beautiful. But attractive. Very light skin. Long blond hair down to her shoulders. Perfect, deep blue eyes.
Ingrid is dressed in a long skirt down to her ankles. Reveals nothing. She's wearing a large blouse that buttons at her wrists. Again, reveals nothing.
Bob introduces them.
"Nice to see you, Natasha."
"Glad to see you, Ingrid."
Ingrid comes right to the point. No small talk. Right to the point.
"I want to fight you, Natasha. But first I want you to see what you're up against. And then if you still want to, we'll fight."
Ingrid smiles as she kicks off her shoes and takes off her skirt. She is not wearing panties. Then comes the blouse. No bra. She's completely nude.
Natasha breathes deeply in appreciation. And a little apprehension.
Ingrid's muscles are not as quite as large as Natasha's. Except for her legs. Her calves are large, muscular and well shaped. And her thighs are huge. The muscles in them bulge at her light skin. And she hasn't flexed them yet.
First she tightens the muscles in her stomach. The light skin that covers them seems to disappear. Large mounds of steel flesh from her breasts to her pussy.
Ingrid then stretches her arms to the side. Her hands turn to fists as she brings her forearms down. Her biceps, like her stomach, turn to steel. And the peaks are incredible. No other word for it. Just incredible.
She hesitates for a moment. She smiles at Natasha. The smile quickly becomes a glare of defiance. Arrogance.
She turns her back to Natasha and rises on her toes. Her calves turn to steel. The definition in the muscles is awesome.
Ingrid turns around and starts to flex her massive thighs. They are gigantic. Like the thighs you see in illustrations of strong women. But she is real.
Relaxed, Ingrid's thighs are extremely large and muscular. As she starts to flex them, her skin seems to vanish. Huge slabs of steel muscle spring from the sides, front and back.
Again she reminds you of illustrations. But even illustrations can't match this.
She continues to tighten her thigh muscles and the mounds of steel rise higher. She continues to glare at Natasha. And then relaxes.
"That's enough," says Ingird. "No use making this look like a pose down at Ms. Olympia."
Natasha is very impressed. Very.
Ingrid stares at her.
Natasha takes this as a challenge. She strips her clothes off and flexes her muscles. They are beautiful beneath her brown skin, tightly stretched over them. She follows some of Ingrid's routine, but adding more.
Natasha is more beautiful than Ingrid. More aware of the affect her muscles have on men. Although she's completely naked, her slow moves make it seem like a strip tease.
She starts with her calves. Moves to the large muscles in her thighs. Like Ingrid, her thighs bulge from the front, side and back. But Natasha moves in a slow, jungle cat like manner. Her legs are no match for Ingrid's. But they are very large and powerful. Also very sensual.
Natasha flexes the muscles in her back and shoulders. They are massive and ripple beneath her brown skin. She turns and thrust her hips forward. Her stomach muscles bulge. They are not as hard as Ingrid's. But obviously capable of surviving the most vicious blow.
Natasha's stomach is not just muscular. It's sexy. She moves her hips back and forth to make the muscles in her gut flex, then relax. Flex, then relax.
Natasha slowly raises her arms. Her beautifully shaped, brown breasts rise as she takes a deep breath. They are much larger than Ingrid's.
Ingrid's face reddens.
Natasha flexes the powerful muscles in her arms. They are very large and yet very sexy. The flex is very slow, arousing. She stares into Ingrid's eyes as her biceps peak and then slowly relax as her triceps and forearms bulge.
Natasha smiles at Ingrid and Bob. Her "routine" finished.
"Nice pose down , Natasha. You will put up a good fight," says Ingrid. "Except for my powerful legs, your muscles are a little larger. Rock hard. But mine are solid steel."
"Do you still want to fight me? I always win. I crush most of my opponents with my huge leg muscles, especially my massive thighs. Do you still want to fight me, Natasha?"
A slight pause.
"Well?"
Natasha has never backed off from a challenge.
"Yes!"
"Bob says you always win. That you have never lost a fight. There is always a first time. Remember that."
"You remember it also, Ingrid," replies Natasha.
The powerful, blond woman just smiles.
"Bob will make the arrangements," says Ingrid, as she puts on her clothes and leaves the room.
Bob looks at Natasha.
"Let's make it this Saturday. I know a small clearing in a wooded area that will be perfect. You will fight in the nude. No holds barred. Can I pick you up around noon?"
"That will be fine," replies Natasha.
The rest of the week is a blur. Natasha pretends to listen to her clients as she pictures Ingrid's muscles straining against hers in the fight. She has never seen muscles so hard and perfectly defined. Especially her massive, steel thighs. But Natasha believes she will win. She always does.
Saturday.
Bob and Ingrid pick Natasha up. They drive to the location of the fight. No one says a word.
They get out of the car. Natasha and Ingrid take off their clothes.
Just before the fight starts, Bob opens the trunk of his car and gets out a shovel.
"What's that for?" ask Natasha. She's puzzled.
Bob looks at her and smiles.
"It's to dig a grave for one of you."
Natasha is stunned.
"Please explain that, Bob."
"This is a fight to the death," he replies.
Now Natsha is angry.
"I never agreed to this sort of thing. It's supposed to be about two women in a fight. The winner and loser both go home. Alive."
"Sorry, Natasha. I always fight to the death," says Ingrid. "And you really have no choice. I can see Bob forgot to tell you about that part of his fetish. He not only likes to see me fight. He likes to see me kill. And believe me. I will kill you, Natasha. You saw my legs in your office."
"I'm solid steel. And you know it. You don't have a chance. You will die here. You will be buried here."
"And what if I refuse to be a part of this?" ask Natasha.
"You can't refuse," replies Ingrid. "Where will you go? Where will you hide? We are miles out in the country. If you scream, no one will hear. If you try to run away, Bob and I will catch you and kill you. Do you want to die fighting? Or do you want to just die?"
Natasha realizes she's trapped. She turns and glares at Ingrid.
"OK. I accept your challenge," Ingrid. "And maybe you havn't noticed, but I also have powerful muscles. And I know how to fight. Do you?"
"Yes. And to the death, Natasha."
"To the death, Ingrid."
Ingrid lunges at Natasha. Her skin disappears as her legs become a mass of muscle and veins. She kicks Natasha in the stomach.
She sees the blow coming and tightens her gut. But Ingrid's muscles are so powerful her foot sinks into Natasha's stomach.
Natasha almost doubles over but keeps her balance and drives her fist into Ingrid's lips. They start to bleed.
There are no muscles in the lips.
Ingrid is enraged. She kicks Natasha's feet from underneath her. Now Ingrid is on Natasha's back. Her arms wrapped around her neck.
The skin vanishes and it's muscles and veins on her opponent's throat.
Natasha feels dizzy. But she knows from her fights that it's not always muscles. Sometimes it's skill. She gets to her feet. Grabs the blond woman by the back of her head and flips her foward.
Ingrid sails over Natasha, but maintians her grip. Her arms are still around Natasha's neck. The peak in her biceps at Natasha's throat.
Bob is smiling. He can sense another kill.
But now it's the muscles in Natasha's brown arms that starts to bulge. She sends elbow after elbow crashing into Ingrid's ribs.
There is no muscle in the ribs.
Ingrid can feel them begin to crack. She releases the grip on Natasha's throat and steps back.
This powerful, brown woman is giving her the fight of her life.
It's not always muscles. Sometimes it's skill.
They circle each other, looking for an opening. Natasha sees one. Her arms go around Ingrid in a bear hug. Ingrid's arms are pinned to her side. She feels a vertebra start to snap.
Again, the skin is gone. The blond's stomach muscles bulge. She thrust her hips forward. Using just the steel muscles in her gut, she moves her back enought to free her arms and grabs Natasha by the throat.
Natasha can't breathe. She let's go.
The pain in Ingrid's back is severe. She knows she's hurt. Again this just enrages her. Now she sees an opening.
She grabs Natasha in an even more powerful bear hug. Her steel forearms pulling at Natasha's back.
Natasha can feel her spine began to snap. She has just a few seconds. But Ingrid made a big mistake. She left Natasha's arms free. And using her shoulders, arms and fists, she sends blows to Ingrid's nose and eyes.
There are no muscles in the nose and eyes.
Ingrid's nose breaks. Blood flows down her cheeks. Her eyes are blackened. She releases her grip.
Natasha steps back. Puts her hands on her hips. Smiles.
"Ingrid, you have a problem."
Ingrid wipes the blood off her face with her forearms and looks at Natasha. Somewhat puzzled.
"You have the most incredible muscles I've ever seen. The problem is you don't know how to fight. I'm surprised you're still alive. I'm fairly good. But a woman with some real boxing or martial arts skills would have already killed you."
Ingrid's face reddens with rage.
"I have fought these types of women. And they're all dead."
Natasha sees Ingrid's face redden.
Aha! She may be loosing control mentally That will make her less effective. Maybe a little taunting will push her over the edge.
Natasha raises her arms over her head. Her large, brown breasts rise on her muscular chest. She arches her back. Thrust her breasts at Ingrid and breathes deeply.
"Compared to me, Ingrid, you're sort of flat chested. Do you have trouble arousing men?"
Ingrid's face is now beet red.
"Do you wish you had large, beautiful breasts like mine, Ingrid? Well you don't. Too bad."
It didn't work. The blond woman is smart. Sees through it. Quickly regains her composure.
Ingrid's thighs turn to steel. She quickly kicks Natasha in the stomach again. Natasha tightens her gut to absorb the blow. But she rocks back. This time landing on her butt.
Ingrid quickly leaps on Natasha, wrapping her powerful legs around her ribs.
Her vice like scissors hold is Ingrid's favorite. It's how she kills.
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Once she has her legs around another woman's chest, the muscles in her calves and thighs strain at her light skin. The skin vanishes. It's replaced by enormous slabs of steel muscle in her thighs. You can see the veins pop out. Almost see the blood flowing in them.
Her opponent tries to grab Ingrid's throat. Tries to punch her in the face. She leans back. Out of reach.
Her grip tightens. She can feel the other woman's ribs cracking. She tightens again. Her oppponent's ribs shatter. The woman's chest wall starts to collapse. Her internal organs are being crushed. Blood trickles from her mouth.
But Ingrid is not finished. When you think her thighs cannot grip any tighter, cannot get any larger, they do. Hugh mounds of steel flesh. Determined to kill.
The other woman's heart explodes. Blood pours from her mouth.
The woman is dead. Covered with blood. But Ingrid continues her death grip until her massive thighs shake with fatigue.
Bob has been watching. Becoming aroused as the other woman dies. He takes off his clothes. He's not a body builder. But his body is firm, muscular. His erection very large.
Ingrid leaves the dead woman and gives her body to Bob. He thrust into her.
Ingrid wraps her powerful legs around Bob. But very gently. He is deeply into her now. His hips rise and fall with his thrust. They both have multiple orgasms. She feels her sex drive weakening. But she wants more.
She takes her legs from around Bob's waist and flexes them along with her butt to keep her going. The muscles in her massive thighs begin to shake again with fatigue. But she wants a final orgasm. And she gets it.
Bob and Ingrid are exhausted. They lay on the ground for a long time near the dead woman's bloody body.
Finally, they get up. They bury Ingrid's opponent and leave. In search of the next victim.
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Natasha can feel some ribs crack. She grabs for the throat. Ingrid just leans back. Out of reach. She pounds her fists into Ingrid's stomach. Ingrid turns her gut into a sheet of steel. Natasha's fists are hurt more than Ingrid's stomach.
Natasha feels more ribs crack. She must do something. Quick. Or she's dead.
Natasha leans back. She uses her powerful shoulders and arms to send her fists into Ingrid's kneecaps.
There are no muscles in a kneecap.
It's not always muscles. Sometimes it's skill.
The pain in the knees is severe. Ingrid's legs begin to quiver. More powerful blows to the knees. The scissors hold is released. Her knees wobble as she gets to her feet.
Ingrid stands up. Her knees are hurt. Her back is hurt. But she still wants to kill. She tightens every muscle in her body. She's a solid mass of steel flesh and veins from head to foot.
Despite the pain, she kicks Tatasha in the stomach again. Again Natasha bends with the blow. Ingrid is determined to have another kill and lunges at Natasha's throat. But as she moves in she leaves an opening.
Natasha's foot flies between Ingrid's massive thighs and lands squarely on her pussy.
There are no muscles at the opening to a woman's pussy.
Ingrid is blinded by the pain. She sinks to her knees.
Natasha is in pain because of her cracked ribs. But she again grabs Ingrid in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her side and yanks her off the ground. The powerful, brown muscles in her back, shoulders and arms bulge as the pulls on Ingrid's back
The blond woman can feel her back start to buckle. She desperately tightens the steel muscles in her gut. Trying to move her back to the rear. Trying to free her arms. But the pain in her body saps her strength.
Finally, Ingrid's hard muscles relax as her back breaks. Natasha let's her fall to the ground. Ingrid still wants to fight. To kill. But her spine is shattered. She's paralyzed. Her body will not obey her mind.
Natasha wraps her arms around Ingrid's throat. She hangs on long after she's sure Ingrid is dead.
Bob is watching. As Ingrid dies his attention turns to Natasha's beautiful, browm skin. Her muscles rippling in her back, shoulders and arms. He takes off his clothes showing his attractive body and erection. Natasha releases her grip on Ingrid's throat and approaches Bob.
Natasha is very aroused after a fight. Her sex drive very strong. She wants a man. Now! She hates Bob for tricking her into this. But at this moment she wants his body. Wants to feel him in her. She embraces him.
Natasha is more agressive in her sex than Ingrid had ever been. She wraps her beautiful, brown legs and arms tightly around him. Matches him thrust for thrust. Bob is almost overwhelmed. Ingrid was good. But Natasha is an animal.
She strains her muscles. Pushes herself to orgasm after orgasm. Bob can't keep up. Feels his erection going limp. But Natasha wants one more orgasm.
"If you stop now, Bob, I'll kill you," Natasha says through clinched teeth.
He believes her and keeps thrusting.
Natasha starts to moan. It comes from deep in her gut and sounds like a growl. The sound grows louder and has the tone of a big jungle cat.
Her teeth remain clinched. Every muscle in her body is used to push to a final orgasm. Not just her legs and butt. Her stomach, chest, back, arms and shoulders are also a mass of muscle.
When she reaches the orgasm, there is a final, loud growl. It almost scares Bob. He's glad it's over.
They lay on the ground for a long time. Near Ingrid's dead body. Finally they get up.
Bob smiles and hands Natasha the shovel.
"Do you want to bury her or shall I."
Natasha grabs the shovel and slams it into Bob's head until his brains fall out. Then she buries both of them.
She puts her clothes on and drives Bob's car back to town. Leaving it a few miles from her apartment. Walking the rest of the way.
It's Monday morning. A new client walks into Dr. Richardson's office.
Natasha is dressed as usual, exposing her sexy, brown, muscular legs and arms. Her large breasts straining at her blouse
The man's name is Herman.
He admires Dr. Richardson and then sits down. Smiles.
"Dr. Richardson. I think I have a sexual problem."
"A lot of people have sexual problems, Herman. What's yours?"