Rough sex at the gym part 2
By Diana the Valkyrie
Illustrated by Tan Yk


I don't expect love. I don't even expect likes. I'm vicious, brutal and
ruthless. I'm a big girl with big fists, big muscles and big appetites. My
advice to you? If you see me, then run. Don't just try to ignore me, don't
walk away. Run, and run fast. Because you might be my next target.

Little Miss Skinny didn't run. She'd heard about my reputation, and she
decided to teach me a lesson. What an idiot - anyone could see that my arms
were about three times the size of hers, which means that I'm about ten times
her strength. She could see that; anyone could. Yet she was stupid enough to
have a go. I looked at her, she looked at me, and she threw the first punch
... and missed. Stupid.

What a wimp. And a short-arse; I had about ten inches on her, her head didn't
even come up to my chin. Her first punch missed, and so did her second. What a
loser. And what a weakling. I decided to let her punches land, just to see how
feeble they were. And they were as lame as I expected; her punch was barely
strong enough to make my head move. This was going to be fun, fun for me, pain
for her. Pain and humiliation. And sex.

"My turn now, Skinny," I said, as I grabbed the fist that was trying for
another punch at my head. I squeezed her wrist, just to give her the first
taste of pain and to show her how complete my dominance of this fight was
going to be. Fight? This wasn't going to be a fight. This was going to be a
battering, followed by a rape.

I held her right arm in the iron grip of my left hand. It would have felt like
it was trapped in a bench vice. And then my big right fist, powered by the
massive muscles of my huge right arm, smashed into her face. "You thought you
had punched me? That wasn't a punch. This is a real punch, Skinny."

My huge fist gave her two black eyes and a broken nose. Her blood began to
flow. Perfect.

I kept hold of her right arm, crushing it hard. She would have a big bruise
there soon, but that was a small problem compared with the fact that my
powerful grip was paralysing her entire arm.

And the paralysis of her right arm was a tiny problem when set against her big
problem - there was nothing to stop my massive right fist from punching
anything I targeted. Like her head - again and again.

Now that her right arm was useless, I let go of it, which maybe let her feel a
bit better, except that now I could batter her small soft body with both of my
big hard fists. I do so enjoy smashing my fists into the weak body of my
dancing partner, and she was completely unable to do anything about it. If
this had been a ring fight, the referee would have stopped it by now. But it's
not a ring fight, it's a brawl, with all the advantages with me. I love my big
hard body, and I love using it to punish little Miss Skinny.

Now her body was so weakened by the punishment I'd dished out, she couldn't
stop me from spinning her around so that I was behind her, and I put her into
a vicious full nelson. It's a simple hold, but it can be impossible to break
when applied to someone already battered into submission.

The full nelson lets me push her head down and down, until she feels that her
spine is breaking. At the same time, my arms push her arms up and back, to the
point of dislocation.

And just when she thinks it can't get any worse, then I crank up the pain to
new levels. I hear the POP as her right shoulder is dislocated, and then her
left. Now she can't use her arms at all.

Can it get worse? You bet. My hands gripped each other and acted as a hinge as
I brought my elbows together, crushing her head from both sides. Imagine what
it would feel like if someone put your head into a big vice and then slowly
turned the bar that brought the jaws of the vice closer and closer. First your
face in compressed, then the bones of your skull start to bend.

I could have killed her then; her head would have burst like a ripe watermelon
spraying blood and brains all over. But I wanted her alive, so I gave her
mercy. Mercy? Maybe she would have preferred a quick death over what was to
follow.

I let go of her head and shoulders, and twisted her to an upside down
position. I gripped her thighs, and noticed that my arms were a lot bigger
than those thighs. Then I suddenly crouched down, and her head smashed into
the ground. She passed out.

By the time she regained consciousness, she was in even worse trouble. I had
my legs wrapped around her waist in a powerful scissors, while at the same
time, my powerful arms had her head in a brutal headlock. It must have felt
like she was in the cruel grip of a powerful python. My legs stopped her from
using her diaphragm to breathe; my arms were crushing her windpipe. Without
air she passed out again, and as soon as I felt her body relax, I loosened my
hold so that she could breathe again.

This is one of the best forms of torture, because it demonstrates that even
her ability to breathe was dependent on my good will. And I don't have any
good will.

With both her shoulders dislocated, she was helpless to stop me doing whatever
I wanted. So again and again I squeezed the air our of her and deprived her of
oxygen until she passed out.

Was there a danger of brain damage? There certainly was. Did I care? Certainly
not. She had sealed her fate as soon as she decided to attack me. Stupid Miss
Skinny.

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