Kathy 2: muscle mistress and dominate wrestler
by dmaynard
the further adventures of Kathy. Muscle dominatrix and wrestler.



Kathy had entered into herself into several wrestling tourney's held by
her school. Due to her size, strength, and quickly acquired skill, she shot
through the ranks of girl wrestling teams and through the middle of her
16\super th\nosupersub year was unbeatable in the female division. 



Growing board of the lack of challenges, she petitioned to join the boy\rquote
s wrestling team. Kathy's hulking physique was larger than many of the
boy's that were on the team, and quite frankly, they admired her skill
and determination. However, a couple of wrestling snobs on the team had an
"in" with the wrestling coach, and the coach was very
"traditional" and sexist in his attitudes towards women and
sports.



Kathy saw that she had an obstacle to overcome in regards to the coach, and
Kathy did not want anything to stand in her way of doing what she wanted. By
applying some "pressure" she found out where the coach
lived. She also found out he was single, which was good. Kathy would have
hated to deal with any "others" . 



Approximately 7:30 in the evening, Kathy made her way to where coach Miller
lived. He owned a modest 3 bedroom house on a quiet street about a mile from
the high school. In the spring evening she wore tight sweat - shorts and a
white cropped top. Her bronzed musculature exuded strength as her dark curls
bounced lightly onto her boulder like shoulders. The shorts hugged her curvy
ass like a second skin, her beefy thighs tapering outwards running down to
meet cut calves anchored to her shins. 



She strode up to the door and knocked, after a minute coach Miller opened the
door, and looked with surprise at the teen muscle goddess that stood before
him. She was taller than the coach by 4" and her perky breasts
strained forth, proudly sitting atop slabs of gorgeous chest muscle. 



"Hello coach, may I come in?" she asked innocently. Miller
grunted and gestured for her to step inside. His eyes were immediately drawn
to the tightness of her clothes, he watched, mesmerized by her taut buttocks
as the fabric clung to her bowling ball shaped ass cheeks. Kathy walked into
Miller's living room and stood there as Miller followed in after her.
Miller was fairly well built for a man in his early 40s, he had a slight belly
but overall enjoyed a rather trim physique. He was nowhere near as ripped or
bulging as Kathy was, and he instantly acknowledged to himself that she had a
more developed physique than he could ever dream. 



"Well, is there something you wanted to discuss?" Miller
grunted, he tried to put on an air of disinterest, but Kathy knew that he
would be like putty in her hands. Going for a more flirtatious approach, Kathy
squeezed her arms together, forming a tight line of rippling cleavage in the
v-neck of her top. "Yes, I wanted to ask you about my petition to
join the boys wrestling team." she flashed her eyes, and Miller
stared at her tremendous chest for a few seconds before realizing that she had
actually spoken. "No way! There will be no women on my
team!" His nostrils flared defensively, and Kathy smiled. She was
hoping he would play tough. 

"Coach Miller, I would like to ask you to sit down for a second.
What I am going to do is demonstrate not one ... " Kathy slowly
produced a massive one arm flex, " ... but two ... " she
slowly flexed her other arm, each gorgeously tanned bicep flexing upwards like
a hard erection of muscle. " ... and three and four..." Kathy
pushed her toes upwards causing her massive thighs to swell, seductively
causing her sweat-shorts to tear slightly due to the massive expanse of thigh
muscle edging outwards " ... reasons why I will kick so much ass on
your wrestling team." 



The coach gulped, as the teen muscle goddess stood before him posing with her
barbaric muscles. "My, my, Kathy, I didn't realize ... .they
were so ... BIG" He stammered. Kathy winked, "Oh trust me
coach, they get MUCH bigger than this." Kathy brought her arms down
before her, and began to go into a super hard most - muscular pose. Coach
Miller watched in awe as Kathy's muscle strained against the clothe of
her cropped top, he heard small tearing noises, and Kathy spun around to
reveal her hard thick lats pulling apart the fabric of her shirt. Acres of
hard teen flesh poured out from the hole in her back, the shirt unable to
contain her expanding muscle flexing. 



Kathy turned back again, and grabbing the v-neck of her shirt tore it down the
front, revealing her armor plated stomach, and rippling chest muscle. Letting
the remnants of her shirt drift to the floor, Kathy grabbed the front of her
sweat shorts and tore them in half, exposing the tiniest of pink thongs. She
noticed Coach Miller's erection beginning to push upwards in his
sweats, he watched as she gyrated her sexy young hips, some drool coming from
the side of his mouth as he stared at her barely covered young pussy nestled
between two rock hard pillars of leg muscle.



"Stand up." Kathy ordered. Miller stood at attention, and
Kathy lunged forward, grappling the coach in an expert hold. They toppled over
the chair and Miller slammed into his floor face down, feeling the weigh of
her body pressing down on his frame. 



Miller finally fought off his initial surprise and attempted to regain
control. Kathy sensed his muscles tensing and immediately applied crushing
pressure. Miller howled in pain as he felt his upper torso being crushed by
Kathy's inhuman grip. Relaxing momentarily, she flipped the coach over
and did a reverse headlock. Her meaty, sexy thighs gripped his head, and he
smelled the sweetness of her pussy pressed against his nose as she applied
pressure through her thighs. 



Rolling to her side with Miller's head still entrapped between her
massive legs, she gripped his legs, and by applying tremendous pressure began
to arch her body in such a fashion that Miller felt as if his body was being
torn in half. Kathy grunted pleasurably as she stretched the coach's
body to the ripping point. Miller's cries of pain were muffled by her
thighs. 



"This is child's play coach, I could break you in half like a
twig. Leave you crippled or worse for the rest of your life, and you are
loving every minute aren't you baby?" Working one of her
arm's free, Kathy peeled down Miller's sweats exposing his
raging boner. The Coach was mortified that such young girl could manhandle and
debase him so easily. "You love the feel of my muscles don't
you? Love how HARD they are, how BIG they are? Do you know how many full grown
men I've crushed with this body? No matter how big or strong they
believe they are, I fuck them up good!" Kathy continued her debasing
tirade, as she worked her free hand over Miller's stiff penis. His
stomach felt as if it was on fire, as his muscles were being stretched beyond
their capacity by Kathy's physically superior body. 



"Ohhh ... you like it when I hurt you, don't you? Feel my
legs, feel the power in them! I could crush your head like a grape, without so
much as breaking a sweat!" she continued her taunting, jacking off
the coach faster and faster. Miller finally groaned and unleashed his wad onto
the carpet, his cock spurting like mad. "Did I say you could cum
little boy? That does it! Now I'm fucking pissed!" Kathy
clamped downwards onto his head and in a wave of pain and darkness Miller
passed out. 



He awoke later to find his head ringing like crazy, he felt himself on the
cool concrete floor of his garage, and slowly opened his eyes. He was lying on
his side and saw Kathy over by his weights. The teen muscle goddess was doing
dumbbell curls, and it registered in Miller's hurting brain that she
was hefting the heaviest possible set he had, a weight even he had not been
able to lift. 



"About time your wussy ass woke up. Thought I'd pass the time
by working out, but I hardly feel like I'm getting one, everything is
so light!" Kathy snapped at him. He watched in a painful daze as
Kathy's monstrous biceps expanded and receded like iron waves as she
hefted the 205lb dumbbells. She was hardly breaking a sweat as she finished
her set, the weights dropping to the floor with a thunderous clang. \ldblquote
Like the view from down there Miller?" she teased. She brought her
gorgeously pumped up arms into a double bicep flex, each mound of hard flesh
grew upwards from her arm at an alarming rate. "I'd wager
they are easily 22" , maybe even 23." Kathy commented. 



Walking over she grabbed coach Miller and hefted him off the ground suspending
his body in the air. "So coach, have we come to understanding? Or do
you need any more convincing?" Miller rapidly shook his head yes, and
Kathy set him on the ground. Miller realized he pants had been taken off, and
once again, his cock stood at attention paying homage to the teen muscle
goddess that had overwhelmed him so. Kathy laughed, "Little guy just
can't get enough of me eh? I'll tell you what Miller, you treat
me good, like a fucking goddess, and I'll let you have some of
me." Kathy thrust her chest into his face, Miller felt the tip of his
cock rub against the armored plates of her stomach. "Provided you
don't pass out!" She giggled. "However, I'm
warning you, cross me even once ... " Kathy stepped back, setting the
coach back down on the ground, and picked up a weightless bar that Miller used
for preacher curls, grasping each end tightly, Kathy flexed tremendously and
bent the bar into a "U" shape, the metal screeching in
protest against the might of her muscles. "Trust me Miller, I can do
worse than this to you." She snarled. "By the way, you know
those two hung hunks you have as team leaders? Sideline them, or they will be
looking for new careers." she warned. Miller nodded his acquiescence,
and Kathy reached down into a duffel bag pulling out some clothes. She left
Miller in a daze, sitting in his living room attempting to contemplate what
happened. 



***end part 2***