THE TOUGH MAN TAMER
by Eddy - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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You probably know many stories about heroes and champions challenging
impossible odds in order to reach their goals, or fulfill their quests. This
is one of those stories, but unlike any you have ever heard before.

First, I will introduce you to our hero. Our heroine, that is. Camila Kovac. A
stunning brunette with long dark hair, standing 5' 10" tall, and possessing a
body packed with bulging muscles. All of them perfectly toned and standing out
of her soft pale skin. This gorgeous, muscular beauty, carrying 195 lbs of
pure muscle and power, is the heroine of this story about her quest to become
the strongest person in the world by mastering every strength-based discipline
she can. And also, why not, having some fun along the way.

For her first step in this journey, she had to start by proving to herself
that she had truly mastered her craft. That her arms and legs were truly
strong, not just for show. Of course, average women usually have poor
arm-strength while possessing decent leg strength. But Camila was not an
average woman. Far from it. Her thick, strong arms, with peaking biceps and
bulging triceps were full of real power and raw strength. As a successful
bodybuilder, she had earned many prizes in many contests. With her outstanding
height, mass and muscle definition, she had won almost every contest she had
entered for the past three years. However, even after so many winnings, there
was a feeling she couldn't shake off. That for all her size and her muscle,
her hard-earned body was mostly for show. She had to prove she had real
strength to match her muscles, and in order to do that, the first step in her
journey to gain and master more strength, was to beat a male bodybuilder.

About seven months earlier, before this day, when she would take the first
step in her journey, Camila was about to greet a date. A handsome and large
man from her gym, who was looking to get into bodybuilding. He approached
Camila the day before and asked her for some pointers on how to build and
shape his muscles. After friendly talks and laughs, the large man agreed to
visit Camila at her place for a personalized training session, with the
possibility of it turning into a date.

As she waited for her student / date to arrive, Camila did some a quick
routine of pushups, situps and squats to get her muscles pumped and blood
flowing. She posed in front of her mirror, smiling, proud of her body and how
well it looked in her tight shorts and sports bra. Finally, the doorbell rang
and her muscular gentleman arrived. He was a massive man, 6 feet tall and 250
lbs of pure muscle weight. Even though his body was packed full of muscles and
without a single trace of body fat, his muscle definition was still not on a
competitive level.

"Welcome, Frank." Camila said as she gracefully opened the door to her
muscular date. He was wearing gym shorts and a tank top. Camila took a good
look at him from top to bottom. She was in for a fun date. "Come in, please."

"Thank you, you're looking great today." the muscular stud replied. "So it's
not just in the gym that you look this good. That's amazing." he added between
smiles and winks.

"This?" She joked as she flexed her arms playfully. "This is just who I am. My
body is a faithful reflection of what I feel like." she replied.

"I can already tell I'm loving it." the handsome muscular gentleman replied.
"So what exactly do you feel like?"

"Like too much of a woman for any man to handle." Camila replied with a smirk
and leading the big lug to her gym room with a large mat on the floor.

"Oh, we'll see about that." Frank teased.

"I'm sure we will. Now take off your shoes and that tank top before stepping
on the mat. Show me what you got." Camila ordered.

As the man proceeded remove his shoes and tank top, so did Camila remove her
shoes. She then eye-balled her body from top to bottom. A fine male specimen.
Just as she liked them. Ripe for the taming. As both stepped onto the mat,
Camila raised her tight shorts to showcase her full massive thighs and posed
for him. Hardening every muscle in her body. Flexing her arms, peaking her
biceps, then her triceps. First from the front, then from the back. The man
was already beginning to get aroused.

"You like what you see, stud?" Camila whispered sensually.

"Oh, yeah. I love it!"

"You think you can handle this?" she replied.

And to that, her man proceeded to pose in front of her as well. He mimicked
her poses, mirroring her movements and his muscles began to bulge and peak as
well. Camila enjoyed this moment. The pose-off. Where her arm muscles stood in
front of his. It was clear that his were bigger, and that turned her on.
However, when comparing abs and thighs, Camila's muscles were not only better
shaped but also bigger and stood out more. Clearly this man had a lot to
learn, and she was just the muscular mistress to show him.

"Not bad. Not bad." she said as the pose off continued. "I like your big, buff
arms. But those legs look scrawny when compared to mine. And I'm not sure how
much punishment your abs can take." she teased as she jokingly punched him in
his ab section. "I'm not sure you're fit to handle me." she finished as she
turned her back on him.

"You want me to prove it?" Frank replied pulling her from her shoulder and
making her turn around.

"I'd like it if you at least tried." Camila said as she laid on the mat
extending her right arm out, challenging Frank to an armwrestling bout.
"C'mere, stud! Show me your power!"

"Armwrestling?" Frank replied confidently. "Sure, but I must warn you. In my
previous gym, I trained weights with the national armwrestling champion, and
he's given me some pointers. I'm pretty sure you don't stand a chance." he
added as he confidently laid on the mat and locked arms with the muscular and
confident woman.

"OK then. Ready? Set? Go!" Camila said and the armwrestling match began.

Frank's arm seemed to push Camila's arm down to about half way at the first
second, but that was only because when Camila plays with a man who she knows
she can beat, she lets them get a head start. Frank however wasn't giving it
his all either. Both muscular arms were tense. Biceps were bulging and sweat
was beginning to flow. Both faces were glaring at each other with smiles and
smirks. Neither of them were really trying hard enough to show their "effort"
faces.

"Hmph! You're stronger than I thought." Frank said with a smile.

"I know. Here, let me show you." Camila replied as she sensually blew a kiss
to Frank and proceeded to push harder.

With a grin on her face, Camila began pushing Frank's arm down. Frank was
surprised by Camila's sudden strength burst. However, Camila didn't finish him
in one single push. She slowly drove his muscular arm downwards. Slowly,
giving him time to push with all he had and applying only the necessary
strength to overpower him. Frank's face now reflected his effort. He was
giving his 100% but still was no match for Camila's arm power. Camila blew
another kiss, smiled and forced his hand on the mat.

"Looks like I was right." Camila said as she caressed Frank's bulky but
defeated arm. "I am too much woman for you to handle." she added as she got up
on his knees and flexed her winner arm, exposing her peaking bicep. "These
muscles are packed with raw strength. You need to work more on muscle power
and less on muscle definition."

"That. Was. Incredible. And unexpected." Frank replied after a long sigh. "It
seems that my armwrestling coach was right. Armwrestling is 50% strength and
50% technique. I will give him a call and ask him for more pointers."

"Oh, so you think I won out of technique? That you're stronger than me?"
Camila replied slightly offended.

"Well, I'm not saying you're not strong. You're very strong. But ... look at
me. I'm way bigger and more muscle than you." Frank replied rather nervously
as he also got up on his knees.

"Well, I think you are bigger, but I am stronger." Camila said stretching her
arms and revealing her triceps. "But if you think I'm wrong, prove it. I'm
here. Come and take me on!" she invited him with open, muscular arms.

Frank looked down and uttered a small laugh. But then, he quickly looked up at
Camila and jumped on her. He took her by surprise and forced her on her back,
while he got on top trying to gain control. Both muscular bodies struggled as
muscles tightened, veins popped and sweat began to cover both their bodies.
After several attempts of immobilizing Camila's arms, it was her who gained
control over Frank and managed to flip him over. Now, with the stunning
muscular man on his back, the superior female began taking control. First by
locking her legs around his. Her muscular thighs surrounded and trapped both
of Frank's legs. Then, with her superior arm strength, she dominated and
immobilized his arms. Both of them gave their last attempts to struggle, but
the situation was decided. Frank eventually gave up struggling. He had been
completely overpowered.

"I guess that's it." he conceded. "I guess you were right. I couldn't handle
you."

"Finally!" Camila chanted as she sat on Frank's waist and flexed in victory.
Her large, hard biceps peaked and as her man-toy enjoyed the sight, he started
feeling and gently caressing them.

"Go on." the powerful female victor added. "Give them a hard squeeze. You're
gonna like it. I know I certainly will." she concluded. And so, the helpless
man obeyed. He squeezed hard and long those hard, strong and indomitable
biceps. Beautiful and round shaped, and hard as cannonballs. Frank was having
a hard time believing how strong Camila's muscles were.

"And you know what else? You can't handle me, but I just proved I can handle
you." and with that, she planted a long, deep and passionate kiss on him. "And
nothing turns me on like proving myself superior to a stubborn, muscular, hunk
of man, such as you."

She continued kissing him passionately and immediately his hands began
caressing her entire body. Tracing the edges of her clearly defined muscles.
Feeling every female curve. Pressing his own hard, sweaty muscles against
hers. All the while his tongue twisted and turned and even clashed against
hers with raging lust.

Consumed by their passionate lust, Camila removed her sports bra, exposing her
gorgeous, breathtaking breasts, perfectly rounded and shaped, with peaking
nipples. She then grabbed her lover's hands fiercely and placed them on her
breasts. She moaned in pleasure as her dominated muscular slave squeezed them
long and hard, just on the verge between pleasure and pain.

"Yes. Yes! Harder!" she yelled between moans. "Give me all your strength! You
know I can take it! You know I want it!"

And so Frank continued to do as his amazonian mistress demanded. Not that he
wanted it otherwise. He had been close and personal with other strong and
muscular women before, but never like this. He was going through the most
intense sexual experience of his life. He was suddenly living a fantasy he
didn't know he had. With not just the most beautiful woman he had ever kissed,
but the most muscular woman he had ever touched.

Beneath his shorts, his cock was hard with arousal. It had been rock solid
since the posing began. It remained hard through the intense and sensual
wrestling session. The stiffness endured throughout the struggling, the
rubbing of the sweaty muscles and the passionate kissing and worshipping.
However, it didn't endure past the moment when his new living fantasy, Camila
grabbed his cock violently and yelled "You, and THIS, are mine!".

"Ooh! Oh, my!" she said as she felt him climax and the sudden numbness of his
cock. "Was I too much for you, stud?" she asked rhetorically.

"I'm sorry." the ashamed stud replied. "I swear I'll do better next time." he
added as he started passionately kissing her entire body. Starting at the tips
of her fingers and moving up through her muscular forearms, onto her rock-hard
biceps, then onto her breasts.

"Alright. Maybe you can make it up for me." she replied as she pushed her
lover's head between her breasts for him to continue his tongue-work. "First,
you finish what you started." Camila added as she grabbed one of his hands and
placed it between her thighs. "And then, you tell me how to contact your
armwrestling champion buddy."

"Whatever you want, babe." Frank replied as he continued what he began by
using his fingers.

And so, Frank became the first step in Camila's quest to master every strength
based discipline. She had successfully beaten and tamed a bigger, more
muscular gymrat. Now, it was time to move on to her next victim. A national
armwrestling champion, and she was looking forward to testing out her arm
strength against him.

So, the following day, Camila called Frank's former gym buddy. The national
armwrestling champion Dylan MacGregor. A brutal man who had kept the title
three years in a row and even ranked second in the World Armwrestling
Federation World Tournament the year before. Camila was confident of herself,
but not clueless. She realized there was a technique to armwrestling. So
before taking on him, she arranged for the both of them to meet in a coffee
joint close to Dylan's home in order to test him out. After two days of
intense, better yet extreme, arm strength training and technique researching,
she finally met with him.

The man looked like a comic book character drawn by Rob Liefeld. Massive arms.
Hulking. Almost to the point of bursting. Probably the reason he wore a tank
top. Because no sleeves could fit those pipes of his. And his chest. His chest
muscles also seemed ready to bust out of his torso. A massive hunk of a
specimen from the chest up. The rest of his body however, was not that
impressive. His abs were nowhere to be seen. As massive as he was built, the
rest of his muscles had little to no definition. And his legs. They hardly
seemed appropriate to carry around so much muscle mass. Still, as a woman,
Camila knew herself that muscles don't equal strength as much as weight
doesn't equal power. This was bound to be interesting. They greeted each other
and after proper introductions and some body appreciation by both of them, but
especially from Dylan to Camila, they got into the main point on Camila's
agenda.

"So you are telling me, you want me to teach you armwrestling?" Dylan said.
"No problem! Hell, I train a lot of armwrestlers. Women as well. You could've
just told me that on the phone."

"Well, yes. I would certainly like you to teach me everything you know, but
that's not just it." the muscular beauty sitting across the table from him
replied. "I wanted to get to know you first, and for us to have a little
test."

"You want to armwrestle me?" the man with the bulging arms replied
confidently.

"Yes. I would like to armwrestle you." Camila replied. "You know, to get to
know my own strength level. And of course, if you are the right man to teach
me." he added with a giggle.

"Oh, now you're just teasing me." Dylan answered. "You hooked me and now
you're reeling me in with this whole speech. But you still haven't said the
magic words, dear."

"You mean "please"?" Camila replied sarcastically.

"I meant "Unless you're afraid of losing to a woman""

"Heh. Alright. Unless you're afraid of losing to a woman." Camila added as she
placed her elbow on the table and extended her hand towards him. "Put it up!"

Dylan grabbed her hand firmly and both muscular arms were locked in position.
Before giving the go, Dylan stared at Camila's arm. Thick and muscular. Much
more than he had seen in other women. Including those he trained. He was very
impressed by the amazonian beauty's arm muscles. Down from her shoulder to her
strong grip.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again. Great arms!" Dylan said.

"Thanks. They may not be as big as yours, but they certainly look prettier."

"Speaking of looking better, dear. I see that you are looking at my arms. In a
real match, you need to keep your sight on your own hand." the armwrestling
champion said.

"Duly noted, coach. What else?"

"Your stance. You need to bend forward more but keeping your spine straight.
Use your other hand for leverage." he said after staring at her posture, even
though he was mostly gazing at her rack.

"OK. Anything else?"

"Now let's see how hard you push. Go!"

With that said, Camila started putting some strength into it. She forced
Dylan's hand down until halfway through, but Dylan resisted Camila's push
before letting his hand go further down. Both muscular opponents looked into
each other's eyes and spotted themselves smiling.

"You're looking at me." he said gallantly.

"So are you." replied the struggling amazon.

"Is that your all? Your 100%?" the brutish man asked as his face was starting
to become reddish due to the increased bloodflow.

"No. But I'll show you." the insanely strong woman answered as she proceeded
to add strength into her push.

Dylan's hand was forced further down. It almost touched the table. However,
the brutish hunk still had some raw muscle power stored and he used it to push
Camila's hand back. As far as Camila tried to put all her weight into it, this
man's strength was too much for her. Her arm was driven back to their starting
position and then pushed down at a steady pace. At no point did Camila stop
her struggling. Her arm continued pushing with all her might. Her muscles
continued struggling until the point of bursting. But in the end, her hand
felt the cold surface of the table and then Dylan's grip loosing. It was over.

"Wow. You're so strong!" both of them said simultaneously and trying to regain
their breaths.

"Now how about a bicep comparison for the cameras." Dylan said jokingly as he
turned Camila's attention to the many cellphones that had caught the titanic
clash on video.

Both opponents flexed their biceps for the crowd that had gathered and filmed
the encounter. And once the people had returned to their respective coffees
and issues, the two arm titans got to the serious talk.

"So what do you think?" Camila asked as she rubbed her aching arm. "Am I fit
for this?"

"Fit for this? Dylan replied with a smirk. "Girl, you could take apart all of
my students two at a time. You have a lot of raw power. A LOT. You're already
the strongest woman ever in my book."

"Well, thanks. Not to brag, but I was half expecting you'd say something like
that. I know I'm very strong. And I want to get better." Camila replied while
leaning across the table towards Dylan. "What's your advice?"

"My advice is that you need to train for armwrestling specifically." he said
as he ran his massive hands through her arms. "You clearly have the muscle
definition of a bodybuilder, but you need to add more mass to allow for more
power. Especially in your forearms." he added as he rubbed and massaged them.

Dylan then got up from his chair and went behind Camila. While standing behind
her, he leaned on her broad back and with his right hand, grabbed her right
hand. Then placed his large, thick and massive arm along her finely toned arm
and began guiding her arm to show her some movements.

"I want you to stiffen up your arm in this position." he said as Camila obeyed
and stiffened up her already bulging arm. Her muscles popped out just as
during the intense match from before. "This is the position your arm must be
at all times. With your muscles stiff, your arm has to be like a steel beam.
No force can make your arm move from this position." he began coaching her.

But as he coached her, he also took the chance to feel her back muscles
against his chest, and her arm muscles tightening alongside his. A sexually
new experience for him, coaching such a woman up close, and Camila could feel
the electricity as well. The rising tension. Taking hold of them both.

"We should probably continue this back at my place. It's close by." the
armwrestling champion whispered into Camila's ear.

"Let's." Camila replied in a soothing tone.

The walk to Dylan's home was short and packed with flirting, innuendos and
some playful groping. They traded back and forth pleasantries such as "If you
like my legs, wait till I wrap them around you." or "I wanna hug you close to
me so hard just to see if I can break you." or even "I'm gonna make all your
body go stiffer and harder than those arms. And then I'm gonna make it go numb
for me." It was clear that any shred of dating foreplay was out the window and
teasing was going to end as soon as the front door closed behind them.

And effectively, as soon as they arrived and closed the door behind them,
Dylan lead Camila into the living room, where a soft hair carpet was
surrounded by a couch and a couple of armchairs. The highly aroused stud
kicked off the physical stage of their relationship and went straight for
Camila's mouth. Kissing her passionately and deeply. Long, deep kisses, with
both their tongues twisting violently around and against each other. With
Camila's hands grabbing Dylan's head and forcing his face on top of hers.
While Dylan's arms reached around Camila's thick and finely sculpted torso.
Feeling her muscles as he raised her tank top.

Camila pulled her mouth backwards so that Dylan could remove her tank top,
revealing a top body that looked like it was capable of fulfilling every man's
dreams. The muscular hunk stopped for brief seconds to wonder at Camila's
sharply sculpted body. Her washboard abs. Her round, bouncing, breathtaking,
breasts, barely contained and even heightened by a black sports bra. She was
the most amazing woman he had ever laid eyes upon. And that is saying
something, considering he had trained female armwrestlers and dated many
muscular women over the years, but Camila Kovac was something else entirely.
The perfect combination of beauty, curves, muscles, and above that all,
strength. Which was always the biggest turn-on for the Scottish brute.

"You like what you see, big boy?" Camila teased as she flexed her muscles and
bounced her pecs up and down.

"Oh, yes." the super strong stud replied.

Camila then suddenly grabbed her newest tough man victim by the shirt and in
one quick, swift move, ripped it in half. As Camila gazed at Dylan's exposed
chest to confirm what she suspected (massive chest and torso, but no muscle
definition; the Scottish titan's body was that of someone who trained to be
strong, not caring about looking the part), she recognized an expression she
loved to see in men. A combination of fear and amazement. Being not only
shocked at Camila's sudden action, but also suddenly scared from the sheer
display of sexual ferocity. But as much as the muscular amazon enjoyed the
sight of such a massive man paralyzed in awe, she was craving for more. For
action. So she grabbed the brutish hunk by the sides of his massive torso and
tossed him onto the couch.

"If you want, me, my handsome brute." the amazonian beauty stated. "You have
to conquer me first." she added as she moved the living room furniture away to
make room for a round of sensual wrestling.

Dylan stood up with a huge smirk on his face. He removed the shreds that were
left of his T-shirt, then his shoes and his pants, stripping down to just his
boxers. Camila also stripped down, although she did it in a much sensual way.
Slowly. Flexing and exposing the muscles of her massive and finely toned body.
Providing a pec bounce show, followed by bicep bouncing, and finally, glute
flexing.

"You think your powerful arms can take on my entire body of female muscle?"
the tough man tamer teased. "Can your raw power beat mine?"

"I believe so. It ain't gonna be easy." the massive hunk replied as he
approached. "You're insanely strong, and that turns me on even more. But
first, I must warn you. The more turned on I get, the harder I wrestle. And I
can wrestle very hard."

"Then bring it." the female pile of muscles replied. "Cause I like to wrestle
just as hard as I like to fuck." she said slightly crouching and getting into
a wrestling stance.

Dylan lunged at Camila, trying to grab her by the shoulders. Camila struggled
as she grabbed him back. Both circled around, latching firmly onto each other
as Dylan tried unsuccessfully to use his weight and arm strength to bring
Camila down on her knees. The mighty muscle woman resisted for a while until
she decided to take the offensive. She pushed the muscular bulk sideways as
she stepped aside as well, causing his momentum to propel him onto the floor.
She then got on top of him, sat on his back, wrapped her powerful thighs
around his neck and trapped him in a vicious headscissor.

"Looks like I got you now, stud." the insanely strong bodybuilder cooed
sensually. "I gotta admit, I was worried about your armpower for a second, but
it was nothing against these legs."

"Yes! They're ... very strong!" the massive brute replied between grunts.

"Feel free to submit to my superior strength any time now. Unless you got some
fight left in you."

Summoning all of his might, Dylan reached between Camila's bulging muscular
thighs and tried to separate them with his hands. But all efforts were futile.
Camila's scissor lock was far too strong to be broken off by his, or anyone's,
hands. As he noticed there was no getting out by overpowering her, he resorted
to rolling around and twisting, and struggling. But Camila's hold was too
strong. She just rolled around with him, keeping his firmly trapped between
her thick massive quads. All while laughing at the sight of how easy it had
been to trap and subdue the mighty armwrestling champion.

"You know, if you keep resisting like this, I might have to squeeze you a bit
harder." she said with a wicked smirk.

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