Order of Inanna: Patrice
by Nadia Black - written for DTM / Amy's Conquests



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My Name is Patrice Kuchiri. Yes, my name is Patrice, a lot of people get it in
their head that its Patricia because I'm a girl, but when they call me that
they're wrong. My dad used to joke that he wanted a boy, but what he and mom
actually wanted was a dog, a divorce, and a refund on all the money they had
spent in their half-assed attempt at raising me. I am part of a pretty awesome
cult focused on empowering women and offering them the opportunity to rape
men.

It's a nice place for me because I'm both little and violent. I stand shorter
than literally every other woman in this entire little club of ours, at a
little under five feet. I'd say I have some pretty awesome muscles (It's not
hard to get them to look big on such a tiny frame). on a nice hourglass shaped
body with a real big "V" up top, a couple of tattoos, and I dye my hair
various shades of purple.

You perverts are probably wondering about my size in a few other places. Well
you'll be glad to hear I'm often mistaken for normal sized when seen from a
distance without objects to scale me against. My breasts are technically a 32C
but that looks pretty massive on my chest. My waist tapers nicely into a big,
round butt that can squat more than the vast majority of men, and I'm
generally an imposing bad-ass beside the smallness problem.

What I lack in strength (and I don't lack anything compared to pretty much
anyone YOU'LL ever meet) I make up for in a shit-load of martial arts
training. Been going to McDojos since I was like five and doing actual stuff
with active resistance since I was about fifteen, between those I have
mastered a decent bit of grappling but found that I am a natural striker. I
can hide blows that anybody else would telegraph, knock grown men out with one
punch, go straight through a lot of punching bags by using my toes at full
speed, and a bunch of other odds and ends.

I was picked up by a woman who was a lot taller than me who said she would
teach me this and that and the other, I mostly came for the free food and a
place to hide from the assault charge I had just racked up (They all deserved
it, bitch was kissing my boyfriend and all her friends were just fucking
defending her). I made a few friends there, although most of them are kind
of...lame Suburban people, even if they aren't actually Suburban. It's hard to
describe, just a general malaise I guess.

Anyway, my best friend in this weird secret club is another very tall woman
who happened to also have a body that generally demonstrated a massive
quantity of strength. Her name's Ginger and she has this sweet Southern Belle
persona she puts on (well, it was maybe half of what she was legit just
naturally like) and had a bad-ass background pit-fighting and skull-splitting
but would only ever talk about it when I got her drunk, which is hard because
she weighs over four times as much as I do and can take at least twice as much
liquor before getting all giggly. But I manage to gleam this and that from her
with clever use of some strategies of my own.

Anyway, this club has a thing where they arbitrarily assign you a husband who
you never met and you have to assault him and take him in to make him love you
or whatever, and she had just done that with a burly man she knew from TV, but
we were also recently attacked by a bunch of thugs with guns which created
this big to-do about who actually sent them over and why there was a bunch of
people trying to murder us. So I had to fucking volunteer to help with the
investigation even though she is the main investigator because she wants to
show off her generosity by pretending she wants to cancel her trip to do what
is best for our little club. Oh right, I skipped over that part.

So the honeymoon (by which I mean vacation where she planned on very
forcefully proposing) was starting for my old friend in the Order, and we were
having a nice grappling match. That and we were competing to see who would
compete in an upcoming sort of "Sting" on enemies of the Order. Which is
totally why she "Let me win" and not that she's a big brute who relies 80% on
superior strength and can't take pain to spare her life.

I had her in a hammerlock on her stomach (well, let's be real, on her massive
titties) and I was pulling a bit on her pinky finger in particular, making
sure that it was nice and stretched out, and that she would keep on screaming
for me. "GRRR" she started, making that sound like the relatively meek sack of
anger she was "No fair, let go and fight me like a real woman!"

I had to giggle at that, looking at her laid out body, making her twitch again
by applying some extra pressure on that pinky. She had hard fingers, I had to
at least give her that much, even when I really got on them she managed to
keep them relatively in place, despite her screaming.

"Let me think ...no!" I barked, before leaning way over so I could place my
hand up and land a devastating slap. I've trained a few different martial arts
to learn how to get some proper speed on my limbs from a stationary seated
position, and while I can't necessarily deliver a knockout blow I have found
that I can deliver some pretty devastating slaps, and that those slaps make
people scream like total bitches when I land them in the right place. For
instance, Ginger's big round ass.

"OOOOOOW!" she screamed out, wriggling around a bit in my hands as I only
tightened my hold on her.

"Ready to admit defeat? I have a ton more slaps where those came from"

"Fine, fine, you get to enter as a double-agent and I'll enjoy my time going
on vacation with my soon-to-be husband" her sarcasm increased with every word,
but she still had some mock dejection left in her by the end of that little
rant.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," I said as I released my grip, placing my
hands all over the colossal woman's body, really just awed that she existed. I
had never known women could get this big or so much stronger than guys could,
but this little club had taught me a shit-load of interesting and potentially
useful secrets. "Nice look by the way. Black and straight really fits you"

She took a few seconds figuring out which "black" and "straight" I meant
before she brought her hand up to her head and lightly pressed on the bottom
of her hair. She was wearing it longer-in the front and in its natural ebony
color, it looked really good on her, not even joking. "Thanks" she gave me a
thumbs up "I have been going through a lot of looks lately. Hope you are okay
with me stealing yours".

"Yeah I get it, your boyfriend really wanted to fuck me but didn't want
somebody who everyone would mistake for his daughter" the guy was only a year
and a half older than me, but he had 28 inches and several hundred pounds on
my itty bitty frame.

She giggled at that, patting my head "Actually with his strength he has some
trouble with tiny women. I think we match quite nicely" she said, defending
herself with a confidence that I haven't seen from her in verbal sparring
before. I had to look up at her and smile.

"Gonna smooch him?" I slapped her butt again, the other cheek this time. She
yelped and I curled over in laughter "Gonna tell him you LOVE him and slobber
in each other's mouth and talk about having BABIES with some guy you've only
known for like, three months and some change?"

"Hey, I've known him longer than that, he just hasn't known me that long" she
swung her finger around all wistful while she articulated that part. "And
yeah, I am going to do all of that and more while you have fun with your
electric toothbrush" I told her that story ONE TIME by the way, but she is
making sure to never let me live it down. "Or maybe you'll find a nice drug
dealer at the club," she said, leaning in and pressing her forehead into mine.
I had kissed her a ton of times before, pretty much all of us had. She was a
warm, receptive, and just sorta happy place to put your affection. But things
had gotten weirder ever since she had started going steady with a guy.

Her skin was just light enough that it turned a deep, ketchup red when she
blushed. A color that had me leaning in and pressing my forehead against hers,
pursing my lips, and having her turn away from me. "Be careful on this little
mission" she warned, reaching out one of her big old hands, which I caught in
one of my tiny ones.

"Oh you know I won't be, Ginger. But it's fine, I'm a big girl" yeah I tend to
say shit like that before realizing the ridicule that could be lobbed at me
"I'm a mature girl, I mean. I am totally capable of taking care of myself" I
said, walking a step beside her and showing off a couple of my lightning-fast
kicks before bowing at her "You remember how I beat up all those guys with
guns just a few months ago?"

"Yeah" she said, getting on her two feet leaving me staring at her tits. Not
that they were a bad pair or anything, just makes me feel a bit girlish when I
am stuck that far from another adult's face.

"And you remember when I went to that bar and beat that trucker at
arm-wrestling, then beat up his friends afterwards"

"I remember lifting you off the ground and carrying you out of the place"

"Yeah, but was that to protect me or to protect them?"

She chuckled at that, slapping my tightly, deliciously muscled shoulder before
leaning way down to kiss me on the forehead, walking away with her usual gait
"See you in a month, if you don't die!" she shouted as she waved her massive
arm at me. I was rubbing my knees together as I saw her walk, her ass had some
fat on it to make it round, but it bounced around like crazy when she walked
just from her glutes flexing. Her thighs did too, I felt jealous of whoever it
was who got to hold onto that and shove his face into it. That arm wasn't bad
either, the kind her boyfriend better have been worshipping. I may have to
kick his ass if he isn't making love to it on a regular basis.

"Yeah, you too!" I shouted back, making big, sweeping movements with my own
arm. It was kind of stupid that I was expected to wrestle with the big chick
to get my spot in the little job, but it was fun grappling with her. Not gonna
lie, I am jealous of that guy of hers, he gets to grip that every night. And
I've seen how she treats him in public, she would literally get on her knees
and blow him in the middle of the street if he made the request. Maybe I could
find someone who would be that submissive to me someday.

Others in our little club insisted on calling it a "mission" like we were
fucking super spies or some shit, but I personally could not stand that kind
of pretentious language.

Anyway, the big fucking cheese here is some Assyrian lady who calls herself
Akheema and claims to be the personal messenger from some ancient God. I don't
believe a word of it and I'm not sure who here actually does, but she is one
fun bitch and I would pretend Elvis was still alive to have an opportunity to
party with her. Also, my eyes were legitimately barely on level with her
navel.

Of course, the fact that she was wearing some skyscraper heels didn't help
much either. She was wearing a cocktail dress that was so white it probably
would have burned my eyes out of their sockets in the sunlight (of course I'm
sure she would eat a tray of nachos and not get a drop of mess on the thing,
big Miss Perfect) and it exposed her long, muscular limbs. We actually had
pretty similar proportions, her maybe slightly thinner for her height but
slightly bulky and very defined like me. I was looking up at her like a child
at its mother, waiting for her to say something to me.

"Hello there" Akheema said in that sweet voice she always does. She was
playing off the whole maternal thing, wasn't she?

"Hey Aheema" I said, my arms crossed as I tried to ignore what her presence
was doing to me. "So I get that I am supposed to break into some kind of fight
club that has some kind of connection to somebody somewhere that wants us
dead, yeah?" I asked, impatiently tapping my foot against the floor of the
little garage we were in as Akheema stepped in front of me.

"Essentially, yes. But you may also find something else there" she said,
lightly handing my face. She had long fingers capped by long nails, but she
knew how to be gentle with them. I guess you can't keep as many men happy as
she does if your nails constantly dig into any flesh they touch. "Danger,
perhaps. I understand you consider yourself capable of fighting off any man
who comes your way?"

I rolled my eyes. She really was talking to me like she was my mom. "Yes
Akheema, I was planning on beating up any boy who tried to beat me up. I'll
make sure to have him drive me home by curfew, too" I batted her hand away and
she just started laughing her deep, sultry laugh. You could hear whatever
middle-Eastern accent that was through her laugh, I was always a bit wowed by
how perfect it consistently sounded even when expressing emotions.

"You may still call on us for help, of course. And I predict that among the
many men with whom you are to be competitive ... " she fucking refused to
finish that thought. I mean of course there's only one answer to that thought,
I am going to fuck one and fall in love with him. Well no, I had no interest
in being in a committed relationship.

"Actually I may just take my vibrator instead, I think I can afford the
batteries" I playfully nudged her with my elbows a few times, hitting her
thigh because I couldn't really reach her side at all without jumping into the
air for the express purpose of jamming my elbow into it, which even now seemed
overly aggressive.

"Hmm, alright. Well just know that Inanna has her own plan for every woman in
this order, and at times the plans may seem counter to our own interests, but
if we trust Inanna's will and judgement we will find ourselves much happier
than we otherwise would have.

I rolled my eyes at her, but had to look up again. "Sure thing, you big bitch"
I said, playfully slapping her in the thigh before she slapped me aside. She
hit like a goddamn freight train of course, and when I was on the floor I
started laughing, so she started laughing in response and the two of us just
had a good time with each other for a few minutes. Then I had to go get ready
to face the strange trials of the club I was apparently going to be fighting
in.

Amy Maria, our resident fashionista and 6'6" curvy bodybuilder of a blonde
knew a surprisingly massive amount about sports gear and combat sports gear,
offering me a few outfits that incorporated pads, fishnets, bikinis, and some
other functional stuff that kept with a punkish personality. I guess I'm punk,
in the final say. "How do you know so much functional stuff, Amy?"

"Oh, well that's a story for a different time" she said, before flashing her
phone at me, showing a photograph of her in a Rebel flag bikini with three
thoroughly ravaged men above her in what looked like a steel cage. "It was a
different time," she said, shrugging me before placing her phone back in her
purse (I swear to God that woman has never even worn a pocket) and going back
to finding some proper clothing for me. Damn, I would have to ask her about
that sometime, I could just imagine what the guys she beat up would be
subjected to.

Next came haircut, I liked my shorter in the front look but went to our local
hair cutting specialist Reyna. She gives me a lot of shit for being the only
person here who's shorter than me, but she can do some interesting stuff with
me, cosmetically speaking.

"Big and wild" she said, working her magic in proposition, spreading her hands
really wide as she looked at my hair "and a more vibrant shade of purple, I
want everybody to see just how serious you are about showing off your style to
the world". Not sure how much that actually had to do with combat, but I had
to have something that would not serve as a complete handle while still
looking pretty good, so I replaced my shorter in the front look with some wild
pikes going everywhere. I think she was going for something of an anime look,
but it still bounces when I threw my head around, so all in all it was pretty
nice.

And then the Fillipina wanted to punch me in the gut. I looked at her "Oh
yeah, you think cus those tiny abs of yours can take a heavyweight's punches
they are gonna stand up to a real woman like me." I said, getting real smug as
I took my barber's apron off, flexing my belly at her and placing my hands
behind my head "I am going to hit you back so hard you are going to regret
it".

Don't tell her how hard she hit me, but after the blow I managed to let myself
off with little more than a tiny "hoof" and two steps back. But she hit way
harder than any man had ever hit me in the belly. I've seen her smash plenty
of cinderblocks, and knock out her heavyweight husband in one punch on
multiple occasions. But these abs have had cinder blocks smashed on them
without making me breathe out, so I'm not going to let myself lose to some
tiny hairdresser who decided that she should have been fighting in my place.

My own fists have taken down more people than I can easily count, so she
looked a bit afraid when I was lucid enough to deliver my receipt. She closed
her eyes and I psyched her out with fakes a few times, laughing at her before
leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. I'm pretty much completely sure I could
have gutted that bitch, but I don't want to find out I can't and also I don't
hate her enough to go full-force on the first punch, that's for douchebags and
occasionally random people if I'm having a very bad day.

I came to the fight club pretty soon afterwards, driving a crotch rocket there
before walking into the audience, seeing the fight going on, some bimbo with a
slight bit of muscle-tone was being pounced on by a real douchey looking guy.
His given name was Kenny Karlisle, which sounded fake, so I mostly just
thought it him as Captain Douche. A much better fit for his personality if I
do say so myself. He was pulling his punches, but it was pretty clear that he
was going to come out on top. The weight difference was rather severe, and she
obviously had no training, and judging by what the audience was chanting I'm
pretty sure everybody was expecting it when he pulled off her barely existent
bra and started groping her tits like it was a legit combat hold. I rolled my
eyes as she backed away from the fight. Apparently these were just guys who
liked to ritualistically demonstrate sexual and physical dominance over women.
What a bunch of dicks.

"Hey" I said when I came into the back room "I hear you are looking for new
female fighters. I am completely game" I said to the first guy I saw, who had
an eye-patch and a mustache and smiled at me, inspecting my muscular legs,
exposed by my tight daisy dukes.

"Sure, a lady like you could reach the top of the card in no time flat" he
said in an utterly douchey voice, leading me to the locker room as he cleared
his throat "You just need to meet a few of the guys, see what they have in
store for you, maybe even make a few friends" he reached down in a clear
telegraph of a spank, I struck him in the crook of his elbow, grabbed his
collar, and pulled him down to my level.

"You are engaging in a first fight with me? How much am I getting paid to kick
your ass" I asked as I cocked a fist at him.

His face went all red and he started stuttering out an excuse, I pushed him
away, scoffing and sauntering into the locker room with all the confidence I
could muster. Boys were looking at me and I was looking at them, overall they
were a pretty fit and handsome grouping, some of whom were even wearing
shorts, and most of them immediately started snickering at me.

"Hey babe" came a particularly harsh, douchey voice. I looked behind me to see
a guy, maybe 6 '4", with a nasty looking faux hawk and a big set of arms,
hands on his hips as he looked down at me "You seem like a pretty nice little
side project for somebody like me," he said as he began flexing. Oh god, he
was trying to seduce me, gross.

"I may play the field before deciding" I said gracefully, backing off from him
and looking for a few other guys to flirt with "So are you really the newest
meat for that mixed fighting show?" he was wearing pants, which was a surprise
"Literal midgets now. Great. That will make me look legit" he rolled his eyes.
I looked back to see Captain Douche approaching me, so I jumped up and grabbed
this complainer around the neck, pulling him in.

"Oh, am I? Maybe you should put your money where your mouth is, honey" I said
before kissing him on the forehead. He started writhing around in my grip and
trying to throw me off, so I did what I always do in that situation and
pressed my lips really tightly against his, shoving my tongue down his throat.
He got surprised and I managed to take him down, mounting him in a schoolgirl
pin position, grabbing at his traps and placing a thumb in his mouth as my
tongue exited. "We'll see who is meat for who" I said, looking behind me, "Oh,
you like" I said as I grabbed his erection and he started bucking. Fuck, do I
love it when guys fight back, I'm glad I found a support club of like-minded
women from a few different walks of life.

Everybody was looking at us and I had him right where I wanted him, so I threw
off my jacket, revealing my built arms and stacked shoulders, and, yes, my
decent sized tits. You could also see the "shelf" of my pecs pretty clearly,
which I thought looked nice. He seemed to look at me in my tank top once the
jacket was on, and as I grabbed his package with one hand, the other arm
started flexing into a hard muscle.

I know, I know, not especially tall or anything but everybody knows being
short makes every muscle look that much bigger as you flex it for all its
worth, drawing the guy's confused attention I started wrapping my bare thighs
right around his bare sides.

"GRUUHG" he grunted as I upped the pressure incrementally, I could crush a
bowling ball with those thighs (not something I would recommend trying without
chain mail pants or something) but I kept the kiddie gloves on, so to speak,
as I just started giving him enough grief for him to writhe around in my lower
body's grip as I looked down at him.

"Dude" Captain Douche from earlier smirked 'Stop letting her do that to you!"
he said before I looked back at the guy.

"Sorry, but he's too handsome for me to resist. Unlike you" I said with a bit
of a shit-eating grin before I jumped back to a horizontal position with him,
rubbing my muscled body against his as I wrapped my arms up with his and
pressed my forehead against him. He was taken aback as I started to flex
harder and harder, my muscles much harder than his as I breathed hard into his
face. I could only imagine what his cock was doing as he lay there, confused
and overpowered, but I knew for a fact that I was swimming in my panties and
that was just something that I would have to deal with as I kept up my
assault, adding to what I had on him with a few scattered kisses to the face.
"Mmmm, what a good subject"

I squeezed harder and finally got a scream out of him, feeling myself getting
that close, the rest of the men were looking down, I was pretty sure I felt
some shuffling going on as they tried to hide erections, and I just raised
myself up from him "Well, nice to know I already have a boyfriend here" I blew
him a kiss as he lay there confused, blood rushing to all parts of him as he
just kind of wiggled around.

I turned back, rudely pushing away a guy who was in my way (he was definitely
upward of 200 lbs, I do not think he would have considered it possible for me
to have done that) as I got closer to the exit and started to open it.

"I'm not your boyfriend!" he was quoting every boy I knew in elementary school
"I don't know who you are but that was a fucking cheap shot!" he shouted as he
wiggled his finger at me, Captain Douche just smirking at his cohort's
embarrassment. Somehow I only hate the faux hawk wearing man even more after I
had seen that.

"Oh, not yet. But after the fight, when we finally make love and I see where
you are relative to me" I giggled "Although maybe you aren't real boyfriend
material. You'd still make a decent fuck-toy" I did finger guns at him,
handing a phone number to the booker I'd treated before waking in and saying
he should call me once the guy I'd kissed told him when he wanted to fight.

I snooped around a bit more as I heard the commotion from back there. I saw
some stuff that looked nice, the general aura of the place definitely spoke of
trashiness but everybody there seemed like a decent person, a lot of dates
were clearly going on the stands. So in that way I suppose they were actually
a nice venue. I guess. A bunch of people there were rich, and when I went
through the advertisements stapled 30 ticks on the walls I saw a lot for a new
fighter called 'Rubati", which I thought was a thoroughly corny name, but to
each their own.

I rode my crotch rocket back to my hotel and immediately started lifting
there, cursing myself for not having asked about the gym. I was stewing in my
exercise for a bit, but maybe Inanna was at work because I was gifted with a
distraction from the drudge. A gym bro was totally looking at me as I curled
twice as much as he was. The guy was speechless and obviously somewhat
embarrassed, so I went right up to him.

"Something wrong?" I asked in a bitchy voice, and he just turned his head
around and started scratching at the back of his scalp. I love that I can have
this effect on people, guys are so easy to fuck with far beyond their ability
to reason.

Back in bed, I had everything I wanted, which mostly amounted to a vibrator
and an active imagination, but still. My phone had blown up with messages all
asking for me to fight in a few days, and I made sure to act a bit coy in
order to get the best deal possible as far as money and booking went. I was,
apparently, going to be the new face of the female branch of the promotion. I
sent a few pics of my muscles so that they would have something to advertise
me with before I finally got in there and kicked some ass.

Slight glam rock make-up was my first option when I prepared myself the night
of. Big streaks of black over my eyes, black lipstick, and just a bit of
glitter in my purple hair (I spiked it up again to really get the effect
before the fight started) as far as anybody could tell me there were no rules
except no killing and sexuality was encouraged, so when I got called into the
cage I walked down in kind of a sexy gait.

The cage was maybe 40 feet from wall to wall, a square with twenty foot bars
and gates that would be chained shut in addition to the locks. I looked at it
from a few different angles to make sure I knew what I was getting into before
I walked straight past the ring lady, and she slapped my butt.

"Our new Challenger, the Pugnacious Pixie!" announced the woman in the corner
of the ring. I didn't really like how I was given a "tiny girl" name but I
walked around anyway, raising my arms and letting my adoring crowd get a good
look at me in my black sports bra and matching athletic shorts. I considered
asking for some with the Order's logo on them, but that just seemed a bit
extreme.

"And her challenger, an old guard with a lot to prove, Alex the Crusher!" I
was informed that the man's real name was Jeremy before the fight. I don't
know how Alex was any better, but he seemed like he had a lot of confidence he
had lost and just sort of replaced with a false sense of bravado. No skin off
my back, I flexed my mighty body for him and saw that he was actually looking
at me a lot more than I expected. I turned around and gave him a few different
poses, his favorite part of me seemed to be my ass. I reached back, reminding
myself how round and firm it was. Yeah, I could understand why a guy would be
so devoted to getting a looksie, it was definitely worthy of that and more.

We faced each other and just sort of sized out the other person as the two of
us waited for the bell to ring. I could see his muscles twitching a bit under
his skin, he definitely felt like I was a challenge for him, despite over a
foot and a hundred pounds separating him from me. Not to mention those two
steroid dealers he kept in his pants.

It rang and he started kicking at me. My hand shot into the air and I caught
his foot. I don't think that has ever happened to him before because he just
gave me a puzzled look and had no idea what he was supposed to do, so I threw
him upward and landed him on his butt, turning around and slapping mine. "Come
on, little guy. Don't you think you can fight a girl like me?" I mocked before
sticking my tongue out at him. That pissed him right off, got him on his hands
and feet, tackling toward me.

I set my powerful legs in place and get them against the strength of his
ankle, pressing myself forward to receive his take-down and catching him
mid-air. Suddenly the two of us were in a struggle of pure strength, like sumo
wrestlers or something, and the audience was cheering with an insane passion.
Seems like I was already over despite being so new.

We pressed into each other a bit harder, he started grunting to try and get
his leverage on me, and suddenly I started just kissed the side of his face,
getting him nice and softened up as I gripped his bicep and squeezed, feeling
his inferior muscles start to fail in my hands before I finally threw him with
all of my body weight, managing to land him on the ground, where I immediately
took advantage of my position and slammed right onto his face, landing
cunt-first on the man's nose. I dug my crotch in, really getting him to smell
me as I raised my hands for the audience to see.

I'd like to say that I totally crushed some gender boundaries and shocked the
audience by beating up and sexually assaulting a guy, but most of them were
drunk or high and all of them were rowdy and looking for any sex or violence
they could get their eyes on. Well that works for me, applause is applause. I
actually started to get kind of high between that and the stimulation, but he
grabbed me around the waist and threw me off of him, getting some air on me as
he got up and started breathing pretty hard.

"Ahh, did someone take your breath away?" I asked, he seemed pissed off by
that pun and I didn't really blame him, but when he came in again I ducked
under his punch and tackled him once more, shoving my lips against his as I
wrapped my arms around his back, holding him there in a romantic embrace as
the audience started cheering again. He didn't even bite at my tongue or
anything, maybe more out of surprise than an effort to stop himself from
hurting me, but it was definitely nice to get that close to him for such an
extended period of time, slowly eroding at his resistance and getting him to a
place where he would be more accepting of my sexual dominance. When I pulled
away he tried to punch me again and I blocked it with my bicep.

He actually took a few steps back, flailing his hand around in pain,
surprising even me with that reaction. I didn't think he was hamming it up to
make me feel good about myself, but damn if I ever thought my arms were that
hard.

I had a mean idea after that, and placed my hands behind my head, undulating
my abdominals at the guy as I lightly shook my hips. "Let's see what you can
do against me now, baby," I said, getting further down as I started to really
solidify the wall of muscle on the front of my torso "I have a suit of armor
up here, and something tells me you don't have the weaponry to penetrate it" I
cooed at him.

That got him running at me, at least, and he delivered a flying kick that I
had to roll with a little bit, but once I had taken it in its entirety I had
only really huffed out a bit of air, nothing that suggested he had in any way
succeed in his goal to penetrate my armor. I was really winning this fight,
and felt the high that I had only ever personally associated with victory
before. He was going to feel my wrath.

I found him on the ground and grabbed his ankle, scissoring him as my other
hand found a thigh, keeping him in place as I squeezed his lower body with my
thighs, pulling his crotch against mine. We were barely wearing anything so
our uglies were already essentially bumping before I had even stripped us of
our final layer of clothing. He had a nice cock, thick, meaty, not too long or
anything.

He clearly didn't want to do this with me cus he started pulling on my legs,
so I just sort of wrapped them around his body and clenched my calves. He
huffed at that and I pulled off of him, jumping right on his crotch and
smirking "You are mine" I said as I started flexing at him, cocking a fist and
threatening him with the looming possibility of a powerful punch, one he shied
away from.

He guarded instead of cringing, brave little guy, which was long enough for me
to pull my shorts to the side and ride right on top of him "OOOOOH yes!" I
said as I fell onto him. Everybody outside started clapping their hands and
hooting and hollering as I was finally on top of him. I think he was trying to
pry me off at first, but as I got deeper onto him and started grabbing at his
arms and torso he stopped fighting back.

It's weird to fuck somebody and not actually have any idea if they are any
good in bed or not. And I don't just mean we were on a canvas in front of a
million people, I mean I didn't give him the opportunity to do much. He threw
a few punches that I could block easily enough before I started really getting
deep and fucking the shit out of the guy, managing to grind myself in so
deeply that he closed both of his eyes and treated throwing his entire body
around in excitement.

I kept up, leaning down and pressing my covered chest against his naked torso,
jack-hammering myself and grunting as he started to squeak. I kissed him on
the neck a few times, not because of a romantic feeling but just because I
felt like that was a good way to assert dominance.

He felt me on him as I wrapped my arms, he felt how I would tease him with
sensations, how I could make my entire body dance and prod him simply by
flexing a few muscles. He moaned harder and harder as I gripped him hard with
all four limbs, keeping him as my perfect little prisoner as I repeatedly
kissed him on the neck and chin.

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