Slave Girl Challenge, Part Two by brooksie (brooksie@pacificcoast.net) Two young women fight for the right to serve. Stepping out of the shower, Katherine caught a glimpse of her droplet-covered arm as she reached for her towel. The women's shower area was empty, so she allowed herself a lingering look at her body. It was hard not to like what she saw. Her legs, always one of her best features, were now positively superb. Their length allowed Katherine to put on an incredible amount of muscle while maintaining a graceful, tapering flow from her hips to her strong ankles. Her large calf muscles flared dramatically to the inside, while a long band of muscle ran down the outside perimeters, shaping them to look like miniature footballs. Her upper legs were just as impressive. Her knee joints were well protected by heavy caps of muscle that separated nicely when she flexed her leg. Turning sideways, she lifted her foot so she could see her hamstring muscles. She smiled, noting its graceful, sloping curvature, raising and lowering her foot several times so she could watch the muscle in action. Katherine allowed her gaze to travel upwards, past her taut abdomen. Extending and arms she noticed how long, and defined, her lats were getting, adding dramatically to the V-shape of her torso. She was also pleased to see striations beginning to show in her pectoral muscles. Her strong pecs made her medium sized breasts sit high on her chest, giving them a prominence they would not have had, otherwise. Implants had no appeal. To Katherine, the beauty of a breast had more to do with its shape than the size. She liked the firm feel and nice, upward sweep of her natural ones, and the small, but longish, nipples her partners loved to softly chew on. Her eyes paused on her shoulders, where they knit together in a slight frown. Katherine was broad shouldered enough, due to good bone structure, but felt her deltoid muscles were lacking the thickness and definition they should have. She decided to give them some extra attention in the gym. It was the only flaw she was going to find, as all that was left was her arms, and they'd been passing the test for years. Like her legs, her upper limbs were long and heavily muscled, without appearing bulky. When she flexed, her biceps arch in spherical perfection, but smaller muscles showed all over, tendons stood out in her forearm, while her triceps formed a distinct horseshoe shape. Her arms exuded strength as the muscles rippled and bulged in response to her flexing them. Her visual inspection over, Katherine allowed her gaze to linger, taking in her overall shape. It wasn't purely due to vanity. While she may have officially been a "woman of leisure", Katherine had kept nearly as busy as she'd been during her career as an author. One thing she'd done, something she'd wanted to do for years but hadn't had the time to properly prepare for, was enter a bodybuilding competition. Now, with enough time and control over her schedule, she'd been able to do it. Finishing in third place only fuelled her drive and she wanted to try another show to see if she could do any better. No one, not even Katherine herself, would deny she had a competitive streak a mile wide. Her second show was little more than a month off. Katherine had devoted herself to training as hard as she possibly could for it, right down to maintaining the strictest of diets. She hated that part of it, but knew it was necessary, if she wanted to stand on the winner's podium. The sound of the door handle alerted Katherine that someone was entering the shower area. She quickly towelled herself off and opened the door to the outer change room, where the lockers were. Lost in thought about the great workout she'd just completed, her upcoming contest and so on, she didn't see the puddle of water on the floor until she stepped in it. Her left foot shot forward and she lost her balance. She managed to keep herself upright by clutching an adjacent bank of lockers. Cursing, she gingerly tested her knee, hip and ankle joints. Everything seemed normal, and the surge of adrenaline she'd experienced was rapidly subsiding. Still, that was a close call, and one that needn't have happened. Katherine was angry someone else's lack of consideration might have caused her an injury, one that could have forced her to withdraw from the contest she'd worked so hard for. The trail of water on the floor led Katherine to the aisle between the last bank of lockers and the wall of the change room. There she found a tiny girl wearing a pink bra and panties, holding a damp towel. Katherine looked down at the splattering of water on the floor then, accusingly, at the girl. Katherine advanced on her, backing her into a corner while she delivered a tirade about the proper etiquette of drying off in the shower area before entering the change room. She let the girl know, in no uncertain terms, how much work and effort the her carelessness might have cost Katherine. "You think it's easy preparing for these contests? You think dieting is fun?" she yelled in the girl's face. The young woman was apologizing profusely, and at the same time, trembling and shaking with such fear, she could hardly get the words out. She kept trying to explain how sorry she was, that she'd forgotten to take her towel into the shower room and that she meant to wipe up the water she'd dripped onto the floor. She was basically babbling. Katherine, still with a head of steam up, flexed her arm had held it just inches from the girl's face. "See that? That's what I've been working so hard for. Touch it!" The girl was suddenly speechless. Her big, brown eyes opened wide. Katherine thought it was with fear. Then the girl moaned "oh my god". She reached out and tentatively placed her fingers on Katherine's biceps. "It's so big, and hard...and beautiful. I'm so sorry. If I ever did anything to hurt you, to hurt these muscles, I could never forgive myself." Her voice trailed off and her fearful expression was replaced by one of...lust, was the only way Katherine could describe it. She watched, incredulous, as the girl sank to her knees, hugging Katherine's thickly muscled thighs and begging her forgiveness. "Please don't be mad at me. You are so amazing. I've never felt muscles like this before. I think you the most incredible woman I've ever seen." Katherine felt herself beginning to thaw. She cupped her hand under the girl's chin. "Why don't you get up?" "I like it down here," she said, her wide eyes looking up at Katherine, seeking approval as she brushed her lips against the older woman's leg. Katherine smiled. How cute is that, she thought. She lifted the girl to her feet. Her first impression was based on seeing the girl shrinking from her in terror. But looking at her standing straight, Katherine could see she was not as small as she'd first thought. She also noticed muscle tone and signs of an athletic physique. This girl was in good shape! Plus, she had great breasts, really nice, round and full. "Turn around," Katherine said. Damn, she thought, where did such a little girl get a booty like that? "I take it you've done some lifting yourself?" The girl nodded. "But nothing like you, I'm sure. Your muscles are so big, I just love how they look...so powerful. I could just..." Her voice trailed off. "What?" Katherine prompted. "No, I couldn't," the young woman smiled shyly. "It's all right. I want to hear what you were going to say." Looking down at the floor, she spoke softly. "I was just going to say I could spend hours feeling them and kissing and licking them, running my tongue all over your hard, beautiful body, worshipping your muscles, massaging them, and rubbing your feet. I have to stop. Just talking about it is making me so horny." "Really?" "I love muscles on a woman. I've seen lots of pics and I went to a few bodybuilding shows and a power lifting competition. I saw some huge women but I've never felt a real, live woman with a body like yours. Everything about you is just so, so great. Your legs, and your arms. Oh my god, when you flexed them I nearly..." "Nearly what?" "I'm not sure if I should say." "Why not?" "I wouldn't want to offend you." Katherine smiled. "I don't think you have too much to worry about there," she said reassuringly, putting her hand on the girl's shoulder. She tightened her grip slightly. "Don't make me squeeze it out of you." Although they both knew she was teasing, Katherine noticed an involuntary shiver run down the girl's spine. "I was going to say I nearly, um, creamed myself." This time she didn't look down, but met Katherine's gaze. Katherine looked into her eyes. She sensed the girl was somewhat uncomfortable, perhaps a tad ashamed and wanted to glance away, but didn't. She looked back at Katherine, her face a mixture of expressions. Embarrassment for certain, admiration bordering on outright lust - absolutely! But there was also a trace of something else behind her brown eyes. Not exactly defiance; Katherine couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it connoted an inner strength. She was intrigued. "What's your name?" she asked. "Angel," the girl replied. "Angel?" "It's not my real name, but that's what everyone calls me." "Why?" That look of hesitancy flashed over her face again, but she answered straight away. "Now people call me that cause that's how I introduce myself, but I got the name from my first, uh...girlfriend." "And why did she call you Angel?" "Because she said I took her to heaven overtime I kissed her." "Kissed her?" "You know," she said, lowering her eyes, "down there." Katherine laughed. "You must be some kisser." "Well, I do more than just kiss. I'm really very good with my tongue. I could show you," she offered, looking hopeful. Katherine had to fight off the urge to scoop this little thing up in her arms and carry her off. But she was definitely interested. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it had something to do with the unique combination of traits this girl exhibited. She was bold, yet demure. There was a kind of guile-less innocence about her and yet Katherine sensed she was nobody's fool. It came as almost a shock to the muscular bodybuilder to realize she'd gone from being about ready to throttle Angel to practically being seduced by her in a matter of moments.