Gymnasties with Jenna
By Avida Dolor
Jenna versus Courtney and Cin, a savage beating and lots of blood


Copyright 1997 Avida Dolor 

Warning: the following work of fiction contains frank language and 
explicit violence. No one under 18 permitted to read without the express 
consent of parent or guardian. 

Thursday night in the girl's weight room in the basement of the girl's 
phys ed center. Everything's segregated here, it's like sleepaway camp. 
I've been at it alone, nothing but the faint whirr of the air 
conditioning and my pumping blood, for over an hour, it's arms/chest 
night, and I'm really into it, I've got that kind of superpump on where 
the hands float disembodied at the end of numbingly gorged forearms, 
which in turn explode into masses of swollen brachiage, each arm could 
be in an isolation tank bobbing on salt water in an altered state. I'm 
in plain gray sweats, stained dark practically all over, that locker 
room musk is rising off me in waves, flaring my nostrils, and it smells 
damned good. I'm lightheaded. All my blood is in my arms and chest, my 
pecs are twitching with the involuntary shudder of animal flanks. 

Sounds in the hall; shit, it's Courtney and Cindy in flesh-hugging 
pastel lycra stretch tanks with spaghetti strap shoulders and matching 
olympic hurdler's shorts, the kind cut so high they look like panties. 
Cutesie beyond belief. They're sports braless, dark areolae shining like 
full moons 'neath the fabric sheen, what the hell is this about, there 
are no guys in this gym. Anyway, my communion with myself is over. Drama 
twits. I give them credit for working out, they're not in bad shape at 
all, but, still, they're assholes. They look at me from across the room, 
sitting on a bench in a sort of blood stupor, big 'bells littered around 
me on the floor, and they start muttering among themselves, they seem 
bugged. 

Then Courtney yells, "Uh, excuse me, you'll have to leave now. We've 
reserved the room for the next 90 minutes." 

Reserved the room? They need the whole room to themselves? I'm starting 
to get pissed, I can feel my body jerk out of first gear of its own 
accord, and I find myself standing, arms wide in that threatening lat-
fan posture that dilettantes find so weird. 

 "What, am I in your way? Not enough space in here for three? Don't 
worry, I won't stare at your tits." 

Courtney frowns, bites her lip and shakes her head in an exaggerated 
motion like she's talking to an idiot. "That's not the point. We 
reserved the room for just the two of us. You'll have to go. Sorry." 

Reserved for the two of them? Never heard of such a thing. How do these 
drama twits get away this kind of stuff? Time to get real: "You want me 
out, you'll have to throw me out. Shouldn't be much trouble for two big 
musclebabes like you." 

Courtney looks to Cindy, the bigger of the pair by far. Courtney's about 
my height, 5-8, but she can't weigh more than 120, she's whip lean and 
narrow. Cindy is six feet and can probably match my 160, though it's 
mostly fat on her. Cindy strides over, stands close to me like she's 
afraid of being overheard, maybe she thinks her size is intimidating and 
she has some advantage by looking down at me. "Look, Jenna," she says-
-she knows my name, I don't even know how, I've never talked to her 
before--"why don't you just be nice and leave? I don't want any 
trouble, but if you really make me bodily throw you out, I will. I'm a 
lot bigger than you, obviously." 

Obviously! She knows my name, but I guess she doesn't know *me.* I guess 
being the star drama twit, she'd never dream in a million years that I'd 
give her a rough time. She's standing within an easy arm's length, her 
nose crinkled up in barely concealed disgust, I guess she can smell the 
l'eau de pump all over me, and I bitch slap her fast and hard with my 
right hand, my arm moving with blinding speed considering how gorged it 
is, it feels so distant I could be a two-brained dinosaur, a carnivore, 
and the crack peals in the gym like a bulllwhip, and her face has been 
snapped into a stinging profile, and when she brings her pretty head 
back around to face me there's a look of stunned terror there that 
transforms in a split second to seething rage, and she telegraphs the 
blow with her mouth and eyes even before her right hand starts to move, 
and it's not an open hand she's roundhousing at me, it's a big six-foot 
girl fist, but I've already caught her wrist in the vise of my left 
hand, and I'm stepping forward, bending her arm back, way back, and she 
has nowhere to go but down and she's sitting on her ass on the mat, I've 
still got her in the wrist lock, and I bitch slap her again, again 
moving too fast for her to block, harder this time, so hard my hand is 
imprinted on her face like an applause sign, and there's a thin trickle 
of blood at the corner of her mouth. 

 Well, let me tell you, that got my ass in gear, I'm quivering now in 
the sweet snap of an adrenalin wash, I can feel my heart and lungs 
working like hot-oiled machinery, and Courtney's moving forward 
uncertainly, fear and confusion written all over her cute face like a 
Bambi cel, and I unwrist Cindy and whip the sweatshirt up over my head, 
I'm wearing a tiny black sports bra, and from Cindy's seated view I must 
look like all the tied-in heads of Mt. Rushmore, and she starts to crab-
scrabble backward on her ass away from me, a torrent of foul language 
pouring out of her pretty mouth, but Courtney's still coming at me, 
she's got a look of violent resignation on her face, hey, these drama 
twits have some balls after all, in this sports bra I look big enough to 
peel them like bananas, and I fake a downward move toward Cindy, then 
charge Courtney, who sets herself and tries to throw a straight right at 
me, the chick's got real spunk, but I slap the blow out of the way like 
it was a mosquito and barrel into her with my swollen-big left shoulder 
and she seems to literally fly backward, smashing into a Universal 
station and collapsing in a tangle of long, lean limbs. 

 I look over my shoulder and am surprised to see that Cindy is not only 
on her feet, but she's about to pounce on me--why she would ever want to 
get in close with me I have no idea, she must be panicking something 
awful, but there we are thudding together, chest to chest, her big 
breasts are crushed into my neck, our arms are wrapped around each other 
and we both start squeezing, and hey she feels pretty strong, but I'm 
squeezing at about three times her power, and she gasps as I put the 
pressure on, I can hear some of her vertebrae popping like I was a 
chiropractor, and then she lifts me off the ground, my feet are dangling 
for a second, hey she's really strong! but I lower my grip and pull in 
hard on the small of her back, and she groans and starts to bend back 
away from me, she wants out now, I'm hurting her, and then she puts her 
hands around my neck, they're big hands, they're choking me off with 
fingerspan to spare, her thumbs are pressed hard between my jugulars and 
I'm getting all gaggy, I'm gonna have to get these goddamn hands off of 
me, when something slams into the side of my head from behind, then 
again and again, accompanied by a wicked diaphragmatic whooshing 
exhalation, it's Courtney punching me as hard as she can, and I can tell 
right away the girl has taken a few martial arts classes, my ear is 
ringing like a fire alarm, and I snap a right elbow back at her as I 
drive the heel of my left hand up into Cindy's nose, I've got to get out 
of this choke hold right now, but Cindy partly blocks, partly jerks her 
face clear of the hand and she lurches forward, putting a headlock on 
me, and I fight it, I try to straighten up and fire an elbow at her, but 
damned if she doesn't just muscle me down, leaning her weight on my 
head, she's much stronger than I bargained for, and then Courtney is 
kicking me from the other side, I'm getting an L.A. Gear crosstrainer in 
the ribs and the gut, and I manage to grab ahold of the leg on about the 
fourth kick but Courtney just nimbly hops forward and punches me in the 
eye. 

 This isn't funny anymore, I'm getting beaten up by two drama twits. 
Cindy, meanwhile, has slipped behind me and turned the headlock into a 
choke hold, she's got her right arm levered up under my throat like a 
crowbar, and she's tall enough to jerk back on it and try to pull me off 
my feet, but I can't deal with this right now 'cause Courtney, whose 
foot I dropped after the eyepunch, is starting to work me over from the 
front, she really knows how to snap her punches, and while I have my 
hands free to block them, Cindy is strangling me to death. I've gotta 
get this big girl off my back; I reach back with both hands and get a 
grip on the back of her neck, as Courtney flicks a left-right into my 
eyes, which I have no choice but to shrug off, and, with the iron 
desperation of the fully pumped and sorely assailed, I whip Cindy over 
my head, her height works against her here, and her legs are so long she 
crashes into Courtney, and now I've reversed the choke, it was straight 
out of World Championship Wrestling, 'cept it wasn't faked, huh, Cin? 
and I flex my right arm into her larynx but goddamn Courtney is darting around 
her, kicking me in the side of the knee, then punching hard to my kidney 
and I jerk Cindy around, trying to keep her between me and Courtney, but 
Cindy has reached behind her with her long arms, and while she's not 
strong enough to whip me over her shoulder, she's got my hair in her 
fists and she's trying to pull it out of my head, and it hurts something 
awful and I break the choke and grab her forearms, and Courtney is all 
over me again, kicking and punching, I'm trying to bob and weave while 
I've got Cindy in this grip from the rear, then Courtney just leaps on 
my back and tries to muscle me into a full nelson, and I think fast and 
unhand Cindy and backpedal in a hurry, driving Courtney into the hard 
metal of a Cybex station, her back slams into it, maybe her head, and 
she grunts in pain, and I slip out of her arm grip and drive an elbow 
into her chin, snapping her head up like bad whiplash, lucky thing her 
mouth was closed or she could have guillotined her tongue, and she 
crumples in a lissome heap practically underneath the equipment. 

Cindy's standing a safe distance away in a very sexy fighting stance, 
breathing hard, wet with sweat, left arm extended, right fist around hip 
level, she's got quite a pair of hands on her, they're fist ready, no 
nails or polish, unusual for a drama twit, she hasn't hit me yet and I 
don't want to find out what that's like, these girls are far more active 
than I would ever have guessed, but I've got the upper hand now, that 
nasty lynx is finally down. I'm panting pretty good myself, and I can 
feel some swelling over my right eye, and there are L.A. Gear toemarks 
on my side, but I'm ready to square off with Cindy and kick her ass from 
here to the infirmary. 

"Two against one, you almost had me there for a minute. But just you 
and me, you're in deep shit, Cindy. I hit real hard. I could break your 
cheekbone with a punch, your nose, your jaw . . . why don't you just 
walk the hell out of here while you still can." I punctuate this bit of 
noblesse oblige with a supersqueezed crab that uncages my traps and 
impressively thickens my chest and neck in an aching lateral yawn, my 
neck probably has her goddamn fingerprints all over it, and then I flow 
nicely to a double bi, it feels good, I feel like I've never been this 
big before, I could be over 16 inches right now, I let the elbows quiver 
in full flexion as the rounded masses warm my peripheral vision, and 
Cindy looks kinda shook, and she says, "Fine, I'll take Courtney with 
me and we'll go." 

I ease out of the arm shot and look down to Courtney, who has slyly 
scuttled over just out of notice and is now right next to me on her 
knees, looking up at me with an evil grin, and before I can do anything 
she punches me in the crotch with a swift left, it's totally on target, 
and I'm doubling over, I'm imploding around the fulcrum of her fist, and 
she hits me again with the same left as my head is coming down and she's 
starting to stand up, it's right on the mouth, I've got the salty-sweet 
taste sensation of blood on my tongue, and I'm trying to get my hands up 
to block the next shot, but there's a screaming throb in my loins, and 
Courtney, now fully erect, is hammering the back of my neck with her 
right and as I'm turning to her to mount some kind of defense, Cindy 
charges in and sidekicks me so hard in the chest I go down on my back, 
the wind booted out of me, and while I'm down Courtney starts to 
placekick my head, I get my arms up and they absorb the kicks, but I've 
got to get away from her and I roll over in the middle of this assault 
and start scrambling away on all fours, Courtney kicking me in the ass 
and thighs, and as I scamper by a weight rack with a naked dumbbell bar 
on it, nothing but sleeves, I grab it and swing back behind me, whacking 
her perfectly in the knee and she drops like she was hamstrung. 

"Fuck! I think she broke my knee!" 

I damn well hope so. Courtney is on the floor looking frantic, both arms 
wrapped around her leg. I'm on my knees, skulking behind a bench, still 
holding the bar, which keeps wise Cindy away. I've got a big gob of 
blood in my mouth, and I spit it out on the floor. Luckily, there are no 
teeth in it. "Come on, Courtney," says Cin. "Let's get out of here. 
This is ridiculous. Why are we having a war with this girl? We don't 
even know her." 

"She just tried to cripple me with a bar. I know her well enough to 
know I want to kill her, the fucking dyke bitch." 

Jesus, this Courtney's a firebreather. "That was after you punched me 
in the cunt, cunt. And I'm not done with you. I haven't even hit you in 
the face yet." I'm feeling a little better, there's just a dull groan 
in my groin. I wave the bar menacingly. "Don't interfere, Cindy, I've 
got a score to settle with this--" I make a quick sprint and a lunge 
for Courtney before she can get to her feet, and I catch her by the arm 
in mid crouch and jerk her up so hard it may have dislocated her 
shoulder, and I back off with her in my grip, still holding the bar, 
it's pulled up under her chin, like I'm some kind of monster dragging a 
victim back to its lair. She's got her sharp-knuckled fists gripped 
tight on the bar, the clear-polished nails just long and sharp enough to 
put someone's eyes out.  

"Cin!!" screams Courtney. "Cin, get the hell over here!" Cin doesn't 
know what to do, the confusion is sprayed all over her face like 
graffiti. "I'll go get help," she sputters, and as she turns toward 
the door I snap Courtney's arm loose and drive a left elbow between her 
eyes so hard she goes over like a life-size cardboard cutout, and I'm 
tearing after Cindy, she's got long strides, but she slows down and 
looks over her shoulder, she's afraid of the bar I'm still holding, but 
she's got too big a lead on me and I hurl the bar at her head, miss, and 
it bangs off the door and ricochets into her face, it looks nasty, and 
she jerks her face away and crouches over in a fetal peekaboo, and I 
grab her with both arms around the waist and try to hoist her up, my 
right hand sliding under her full ass, and I get her to about shoulder 
height, she's gotta be at least 160, and with a grunt I rest her on my 
shoulder and then I drop her on the hardwood on her hip, and I scoop her 
up off the floor, one hand between her legs, the other under her neck 
and I fling her like that back into the room, she flies face first like 
a missile and lands with a thud on her chest, and I go over and turn her 
limp, heaving form chest up with my foot, I want to see if there's any 
face damage from the bar,  there's a rising bruise on her forehead, but 
the skin isn't broken, she's lucky, that bar could have killed her, and 
I pull her up by the wrists and slip my shoulder under her chest in a 
fireman's carry and walk her back over to where Courtney is trying very 
unsteadily to get to her feet, her eyes are bloodshot from the elbow, 
and I heave Cin off my shoulder with both hands, she spills crazy-limbed 
onto her back like a doll, and I grab Courtney by the head with both 
hands and jerk her up, right off the floor, her feet aren't touching, 
she's gripping my upper arms with her hands but there's no strength in 
her fingers, she's still woozy from the elbow strike, and I put her down 
on her feet and set myself and rocket a right into her gut, it feels 
like my fist went through her, it's like I'm a Filipino hand surgeon 
about to pull a bad gall bladder, she's crumpled in on my fist like a 
popped paper bag, and I let go of her, she drops to her knees, a thick 
strand of drool is hanging off her chin, she looks sick to her stomach, 
I fear she's gonna blow dinner on my feet, but she just keels over on 
her side and moans. 

Well! Finally, some measure of control! I peel off my sweatpants, I'm in 
skin-thin black bike shorts, I bounce on the toes off my Nikes so my 
fully loaded calves throb in a twin cardiac pulse, then I shake a thigh 
pro poser style, a high-speed flesh jiggle that resolves suddenly into a 
rock-hard quad carving, as I tense up from ankle to hip, one leg then 
the other. Cin has pulled herself to a sitting position and is looking 
at me with beseeching cow eyes. "Sit still, Cin, and you won't get 
hurt. I've just got a few things to do to lovely Courtney here, and I'll 
be on my way." 

"Don't fuck her up," pleads Cin, "please, Jenna, you've already hurt 
her enough." 

"I only hit her once in the gut. If the situation were reversed, she'd 
hit me till her knuckles were broken. And you wouldn't stop her, 
either." All my muscle fibers are fast-twitching, my glutes are flexing 
up steel-bun hard in the bike shorts like they were alive, and I have a 
desire to pull them off, grab Courtney's head and ram her patrician nose 
up my ass then break it like it was a walnut, but I can't risk this, 
someone could come in at any time. So I grab Courtney by the head and 
lift her onto my shoulder, then with a palm on her flat, hard belly and 
a hand gripping her long, beautiful neck with chicken-wringing strength, 
I press her overhead, lock out the elbows and hold her there, moving 
around a little to maintain my balance like an acrobat, and then I press 
her twice more, she's not a dead weight but she offers no resistance, it 
feels so good, then I throw her straight out and she sails a few feet 
before landing hard on her shoulder, making a loud whoofing noise. Cin 
has gotten to her feet. "Stop it now, Jenna, you throw her like that 
and she lands on her head, you could kill her." God, the loyalty of 
this girl! Are they lovers? "I've got an idea," I pipe up with 
enthusiasm. "I was gonna punch her pretty face in, but why don't you do 
it, I'll be nice, you don't hit as hard as me so it won't be that bad. 
Whaddya say?" 

"You want *me* to hit her in the face?" 

"Exactly! As many times as I say, and you better make it good, or else 
I'll break both your arms and do her face myself. And it'll be much 
worse, and it'll be your fault. Now, I'm gonna hold her, and you're 
gonna hit her and you're gonna hit her hard! And don't think about 
running for the door. You run for the door, I'm gonna run you down and 
I'm gonna cripple you with that dumbbell." 

I take Courtney up off the floor under the armpits, and hold her erect, 
she's drooling off her chin and her eyes aren't quite focused, my hands 
are webbed behind her head, my feet set wide. "I bet you throw a pretty 
mean punch, big girl. Now hit her, and hit her *hard*!" 

Cindy's face is crinkled in cute confused revulsion. If she can emote 
like this on stage she'll win a brass plaque. She makes a fist of her 
big right hand, draws it back and snaps it into Courtney's kisser. It 
might have been a love tap. It doesn't seem hard, it doesn't move 
Courtney's head much, and I spit, "Harder! Keep 'em coming! If you 
don't do this right, you're both gonna suffer for it!" 

"Cindy, what the fuck . . ." It's Courtney's voice, coming out like a 
faint damaged echo from somewhere in her smashed gut, it's got that 
utterly puny ring to it that spells pity city. 

Cindy's face is twisted with self-loathing, not bad for such a hopeless 
narcissist. "I'm so sorry, Court, I'm doing this for you, please 
believe me . . ." Cindy lets go another right, it seems a little 
harder, and she stops again and looks stunned, and she's crying, there's 
a perfect little tear, like a microscopic version of one of my quads, 
trickling her cheek like in a Disney movie. 

"What do you weigh, girl!" I demand. 

"Uh, 168." Cindy seems dazed, like I asked her to dig her own grave. 
And I have no trouble believing that 168 figure. If Cindy pumped serious 
iron she'd be a total terror. 

"You better put all that poundage behind it now, or I'm gonna drop her, 
break your fuckin' jaw, then break every bone in her face and head!" 

This seems to do it, some kind of floodgate is opened, and Cindy takes a 
deep, chest-filling breath and starts to unload with both hands, 
Courtney's head is snapping against my hands like a soccer ball penalty-
kicked into the net, and after about ten wicked blows I tell her to 
stop, there's blood on both her fists, she must be doing something 
right. I turn the rubbery limp Courtney around and I whistle 
appreciatively. "I knew you could do it, big girl." 

 Courtney's nose and mouth are bloody, there are spatters of blood on 
her neck and upper chest, there's a big bruise welling up on her cheek 
and her eye is closing. "Nice job." Cindy's standing there with bloody 
fists at her sides, dripping with sweat, panting, looking wounded, 
there's murder in her eyes, I wouldn't be surprised now if she picked up 
a bar and tried to brain me. I give Courtney a quick two-handed shove at 
her friend and she crashes into her workover partner, smearing blood all 
over Cindy's top, and before the big girl can disentangle herself, I 
step in and fire a right to her jaw, it's a knockout punch, she staggers 
back as Courtney falls at her feet, then she topples over on her back 
with a thud. I'm figuring I can't break this big girl's jaw that easy, 
she's got solid bones, I just want her out for a few minutes while I put 
my sweats back on and call security from upstairs. These two had a 
vicious fight and I had to break it up, they wanted to kill each other 
with dumbbells, for chrissake, but the bigger one was gonna slaughter 
the smaller one, shit, I really put my ass on the line coming between 
these two maniacs, they both turned on me, lucky I know how to defend 
myself, you know?