Steve, Julie And Cara  Part 1 
by Nadia Black - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Julie cuddled up against her boyfriend in bed, wrapping her thin toned arms
around him and purring a bit. She cupped his large pecs for quick squeeze,
finally setting her hands on his shoulders, admiring his toned body. "Have a
nice day today, champ?"

He looked up, placing a hand on the fat white ass of the red-headed model he'd
been dating. If Steve was glad about one development this decade it was the
fact that the people who paid models started letting the girls put meat on
their bones again. She was by no means obese, her waste tapered nicely and her
muscles showed a bit of tone on her limbs, but her lower body and chest both
had plenty of softness on them.

"It's been pretty good," he said before leaning up to kiss her chest and
shoulders a few times, looking up at the TV. That's when he saw her. He let
out a sullen sigh and stopped playing as aggressively, instead choosing to
focus on her. Cara Zinoji, the woman who was dominating the gender-free mixed
martial arts game for the last year.

She was wearing a white dress that showed her cleavage off down to her navel
and her arms up to her traps, skyscraper heels, bright red lipstick. Her
muscular legs were on full display as she casually made them and her meaty
arms explode with every tiny movement. Her blonde hair had been cut short, in
something of a pixie cut. Her appearance confused him as much as it ever did.

Julie looked back and saw her on the television, gulping a bit as the woman
took a frying pan in her hands, laughing in front of the hostess as she
pressed down on both sides of it, folding it like it was made of cardboard.
She held it up afterward. Julie would be lying if she were to say that the
image did nothing for her, she had always had something of a muscle fetish,
but she was straight. Well, she certainly kissed a few girls and went further
a few times, but that was all just for male attention, she wasn't really a
lesbian or anything

Julie looked back at Steve, he grabbed the remote and turned the volume up,
suddenly her perky confident voice filled the room. "So, as I was saying ...
.raw strength isn't everything in a fight, but it is a whole lot. If you can
wrap your hands around someone and just crush them, you know, just like that?
Well then it's an easy win" the audience laughed and applauded.

"You have such an interesting perspective on things," the hostess said
dreamily, looking deeply into her blue eyes "What like...inspired you to get
this strong?" Steve groaned at the TV. Cara faced the camera and gave a double
bicep, Julie felt herself get a bit aroused, but Steve definitely started to
move down there. Julie smiled at that. Did he have a crush on his main
competition? She would not be letting go of that.

"I was always pretty strong. I've been lifting weights as long as I can
remember, just something I was good at. I...well, you know how a lot of girls
go through a phase where they like to chase boys, pick them up, and just kind
of squeeze them?"

"Yes," said the hostess, a huge smile crossed her face.

"Well, I'm still waiting on that phase to end" The audience roared with
laughter and Steve audibly scoffed. Julie looked at him and she was staring a
hole through the television. She realized he was focused on something and
threw herself on the couch beside him so he could be focused without causing
too much disturbance. Julie looked at his arm and grabbed it. It was pretty
big, but she was supposed to be the same height, around 7 pounds heavier as
far as she could remember. Was Cara more muscular than her current boyfriend?

"But I didn't get into combat sports until late in high school. I was actually
a cheerleader, believe it or not. But I set my eyes for some guy on the
wrestling team and ended up twisting him into a pretzel, then the rest of the
guys started challenging me and I started twisting them too. I got into boxing
in my sophomore year in college, then did some muay thai, then I found out how
much money was in the fight game if you were good at it. Honestly I'm all for
mixed fights, it's a lot more fun to grapple with a guy" she rubbed her chin,
before slyly saying "Most days at least". Julie tried not to giggle at what
she was pretty sure was an admission to bisexuality.

"Interesting. Now, speaking of high school, we looked into some records...and
it looks like the current holder of the Fusion Fighting League's heavyweight
belt went to the same high school as you, one Steven Fergusson."

She stared at the hostess, biting her plump bottom lip for about two seconds
before sensually beginning her speech "Yes, as a matter of fact, we went to
prom together. He played football back then, and I think he was jealous that I
was better at it" on the bed Steve seemed to shake with rage "but maybe it's
our history. I think Steve thinks it would be awkward to uhhh, lock bodies
with me again if you catch my drift" and the audience exploded like a victory
in Japan was just declared, then the show cut to commercial.

Julie laid her head on her boyfriend's shoulder, red hair cascading down his
body as she sort of dug it into his big trapezius muscles "You never told me
you went to high school with an actual living amazon"

He sighed "It wasn't all that great." he looked to his side, needing to admit
something he wasn't capable of saying "She wasn't that nice to me"

Julie giggled "Oh you like em mean, huh? Well, you could have told me earlier,
I can be mean too" she gave an adorable growl before throwing an insult at him
"You look like you get your hair cut by your mom." They both laughed at that
before she came back "But really...how was dating her? Did she fuck you as
good as I do?" she was legitimately wondering what Cara would be like in bed
but didn't want to seem like she wanted to know for that reason.

"What, did you get dropped on your head as a baby or something?" Steve asked.
This had been a bit of an inside joke for the couple since their first date.
She responded by asking how a baby could be dropped on its own head and he had
to take around ten minutes explaining what he meant. They both broke into
laughter, and he'd been repeating the phrase ever since.

"Steeeve" she whined, lightly slapping his torso "Come on, tell me"

He sighed, grabbing her as he looked at the commercials playing "We...I never
asked her to date me. She just...came up to me and asserted we were doing
things" he was getting antsy, but Julie giggled into her hand. "Babe" he said
"It wasn't funny, she...she kind of tormented me. And a few of my friends"

"But you were the one she took to prom, huh? Did she just go for blonds in
general or were you something special for her" she rubbed her hands all around
his muscled body, making him shake and shiver before she leaned down and
planted a few kisses on his shirtless form.

"It...it wasn't like that" he groaned, slightly tickled by his girlfriend's
assault but not feeling very happy "prom was...bad"

Julie smiled again "Did she challenge you to a push-up contest? Did you guys
get jumped by some gang-bangers and she took them out before you could take
your jacket off and join in the fun? Or did you just have some feather-brained
bimbo you wanted to take but this athlete forced your hand?"

He leaned deeply onto on his back and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her
into the air, her red hair cascading down as she thrived a bit "I did, her
name was Julie Matthews"

She enjoyed being in the air for a few seconds, and when he let her down she
hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear "Come on a big guy. I wanna know.
I didn't have such a great prom experience either" she remembered how her
boyfriend assaulted her, but also how Steve beat up her boyfriend 4 years
after that. So it wasn't that bad when all was said and done.

"This is ... pretty personal." he said, his blue eyes averting her gaze.

"Oh, and every hole in my anatomy is just casual interaction?" she argued
back, crossing her arms above her ample chest.

"Alright, alright, fair...but you...please don't tell anyone, OK"

"Of course I won't." she crossed her fingers, but who could see in the dim
light provided by the TV behind her back?

"She...ummm...you know how on your prom night your boyfriend tried to rape
you?"

"Did you try to rape her and get your ass kicked?" Julie was absolutely giddy
at the idea.

"No!" he was clearly pissed off by that question. Sometimes Julie had a hard
time with boundaries and determining what was and wasn't an appropriate thing
to say, and had a bad habit of blaming others for being too sensitive.
"No...the opposite. except...I didn't beat her up"

Julie blinked a few times. Certainly she'd heard of guys getting raped by
women a few times but...a football player like Steve? By a girl his own age?
She rubbed her chin, supposing Cara seemed tough enough to do that. She
squeezed his hips a bit, needing to know more "She raped you?"

He looked away again "Yes. she held me down and pressed her lips against mine
and...she roughed me up some and ... "

"Keep going" she thirstily demanded.

"And...and she kept going. She engulfed me and rode me for everything I was
worth?" he said, looking like he was about to cry. Not wanting to ruin her
guy, Julie just embraced him and pressed him into the mattress, lightly
kissing his torso.

She blew him, masturbating while she did so, but went to the bathroom and
finished herself off with a vibrator before coming back to sleep in his big
arms. She had trouble thinking of them as enormous any more after she had seen
his old bully on TV and heard the cryptic words about how she'd bullied him.
But she was comfortable enough, physically at least.

She flipped all night, imagining her big tough boyfriend being raped. The idea
of him being unable to defend himself against an attacker, especially a female
attacker, was so exciting. She knew she couldn't let him know how excited the
idea made her.

For his own part, Steve had a bit of trouble sleeping that night as well. He
kept remembering torments Cara would put on him, ever since they were pretty
young. How she'd bully the entire football team and encourage the other
cheerleaders to partake, too. How she'd casually humiliate every jock just for
the hell of it, but she always kept him as her main focus.

She clamped her vice like hands around his head and forced them into a kiss,
his resistance was like a spider's web while she was like a tumbling boulder,
her lips met with his and forced them open as her long tongue invaded his
mouth, forcefully penetrating deep into his throat as she hotly moaned into
him

"It's really pathetic that you never even kissed a girl" Cara reminded him in
what must have been as sultry of a voice as she could possibly muster "Oh
well, guess you have now, at least. By the way, I will always be your first
kiss, beefcake. So just remember me if you ever convince another girl to look
at you, ya little loser"

Steve woke up. He looked at his girlfriend and drifted back to sleep again. He
dreamt of being humiliated by her more and more, of her dominating him on the
weights, of her molesting him in public, of her forcing him to marry her and
having to cohabitate with the woman who regularly kicked his ass.

Some real memories definitely made it in, like the first time she benched in
front of him, how she casually did twice as many reps with 90 more pounds,
before putting her hands on her hips and laughing at him "Aren't football
players supposed to be strong?" she said before the entire cheer squad laughed
at him. Laughed at all the boys, he supposed. They definitely all got bullied
by the terrifically muscled blond amazon.

He dreamt of other encounters, of beatings received and punishments dealt, of
times that she was uncharacteristically nice and times that she went out of
her way to completely destroy his reputation. He woke up in a cold sweat,
finding Julie lovingly curled into his body, he patted her on her redhead.

"You tossed and turned a lot babe" she said, before reaching up and stroking
his face "Something on your mind?"

"I think I should fight Cara" he said, looking blankly into the wall, he
couldn't even look into another human being's eyes at that moment.

"Because she ... " Julie relished the moment she was able to say this,
enjoying the image of the larger girl overpowering her man...but also feeling
sorry for him. She knew that it was hard to get over sexual abuse, she knew
enough models that she could see how it could ruin a life in a few different
ways but...but it was so fucking sexy to picture the girl from TV raping her
boyfriend, and at prom no less! She crossed her legs "Because she raped you?"

He looked down, then up again. He saw something in her eyes that he didn't
want to face. He was confused "Yes.." he started to formulate a sentence "No,
because she's a contender. I mean obviously I have a past with her" he started
to regret having said anything, now she would always know this. But Cara knew,
didn't she? She could declare to the world any time that she had literally
raped the current male heavyweight champ in his senior year of high school,
that she had made him her little bitch and was going to do it again.

There was a long, awkward silence that Steve finally took it upon himself to
break."You don't usually ask me why I fight anyone in particular"

"You don't usually tell me about how previous fighters had forced themselves
on you. Do you have any other bullies, rapists, or general abusers I need to
know about inside the wide world of mixed martial arts?"

"No," he said. That wasn't entirely true, other girls in high school had
abused him. But he didn't think any had gotten into the fight game. Most of
them had kids with stepdads at this point, but a few were unaccounted for.
"No, just Cara"

"Is she why you quit football?"

He looked over, shocked. His girlfriend had that almost psychic ability guys
would sometimes find in the girls they dated to get exactly to the point of
things. But that question hit just slightly too close to home "What do you
mean?"

"You did football in high school. Some of your old buddies insist you could
have gone pro, but you dropped it in college. Started wrestling. Did Cara have
anything to do with that? I mean since...senior year and all that ... "

It hit him again, the games she'd play against him. Not sanctioned ones, just
things she'd do after hours sometimes. How she'd toss him around like he was
nothing, sack him from nowhere, and sit on him like he wasn't even a person.
How she would just run from the sidelines during practice and surprise him
with some humiliating hold or embarrassing defeat at her feminine hands.

The night-time games she would sometimes organize, how she led the cheer squad
to victory against his team, sometimes he wouldn't even score...the last one
they played where she didn't even bother with pads. She smashed him into the
mud. She cracked his equipment and bones. She punched him like a freight
train. She threw him into the air after she'd won the day. She would make him
her bitch after the game.

Licking the mud from her cleats and licking her ass in the showers was bad
enough, but having to dress as a cheerleader and attend the auction. The way
she smiled as he was bid on like a piece of beef ... "I guess she had
something to do with it" he casually said, not wanting to elaborate any more
than that. Well, longing to elaborate certainly, but not willing to get so
intimate with anyone. Maybe he never would, he'd like to lock those memories
in a box that would stay locked until he'd taken too many punches to recall
his younger years at all. Or til he died, whichever came first "I think I'm
going to discuss things with my manager"

Julie couldn't resist "Are you scared?" she jumped subtly at her guy, putting
her hands around his large limbs and groping him a bit. She definitely liked
him, and this emotional intensity was neat. But she felt so hot when thinking
about him suffering at the hands of that amazon she'd seen on TV.

He smiled at her "Course not". She could have recognized that lie when she was
still playing with Barbies. But she let it slide. She had gotten what was as
good as a yes. Better, really. She had something that confirmed he wasn't just
afraid of her, he was afraid of the fear of her. She locked her legs together
to avoid masturbating as he got dressed.

She kissed him thoroughly when he walked out the door, having to reach up some
to get her face against her 6'4" boyfriend's, but managing to get some lip
contact nonetheless. He was a lot less handsy than she wanted him to be, but
she supposed that happened when a guy was being gloomy.

She put on a translucent nightie to parade around the house in, she looked at
how her body freckles sort of shone through the sheer material, deciding she
kind of appreciated that look. She considered her boyfriend's engagement in
combat with that woman as she lounged around his house. She found she couldn't
take her mind off the idea.

Google wasn't slow to reveal the woman had a pretty massive web presence. Made
sense, she was something of a celebrity in the league. She got a few stats and
a few figures before she started really digging deep into who this tormentress
was and why she was so big into Steve. She found a picture account for the
woman in question and was amazed by how many followers she had, well over
three million, that was more than Julie had even after mooching fame off of
her athlete boyfriend. But then again, Cara could mooch fame off of herself.
Julie licked her lips a bit as she began inspecting the woman's account.

She saw the videos of Cara working out and found herself just giddy with
excitement. That blond girl was fucking HOT! Huge boobs, thick arms, thick
thighs, ass for days. Honestly Julie was kind of jealous of the muscle girl.
Or was she envious? She certainly had a strong opinion one way or another,
even if she wasn't entirely sure what that opinion was just yet. But she got
wet when she looked at the images.

She casually scrolled through some weightlifting, gif-sets, and while the
numbers on the plates and bars were ultimately pretty meaningless to her, she
got mesmerized by the way Cara's muscles danced and shook with every movement.
She was staring at her extremely athletic body. Her legs were toned to the
max, her arms had a vein running up them, curving around her forearms and
biceps and then across her now even wider, more muscle-thickened shoulders.

Julie would never call herself a muscle fetishist, but she did consider an
appreciation for a built body to be a perfectly regular experience as far as
female sexuality went. A girl not appreciating a nice set of guns would be
like if a guy saw a big round ass and just kept walking. Women liked muscles
and she was a woman.

She started considering that maybe she shouldn't be doing this. She should
probably stand by Steve and hate this bitch. But she didn't. She never
personally suffered at her hands but...it was kind of weird? Like, definitely
not unethical but maybe not how she wanted to do things right now?

Julie considered other stuff she could be doing today. Pictures she could
take, ways she could influence through her social media, friends she could
hang out with. She tended to get a bit overwhelmed when she found so many
tasks at once, so she just went to the kitchen and pulled one of her prepped
meals from the fridge and stuck them in the microwave. While she sat and
waited, she figured looking back down at her phone wouldn't kill her by any
means. Just a peak would be fine.

She found herself on the couch, stewing in her own juices. She decided it was
kind of weird but nobody needed to know. She reminded herself she wasn't a
wife or anything as she eagerly looked up more of Cara. She loved watching how
the girl pounded the bag. Not only did her face scrunch up in such a beautiful
picture of aggression (the girl never seemed to sweat through her make-up, but
she did wear it. Or at least Julie hoped she did. Otherwise..well that'd just
be too many blessings on one girl!) but her arms exploded every hit!

The microwave interrupted Julie's train of thought, but she didn't care. She
had to see more of this amazing woman.

She watched some more of her boxing, and wouldn't be ashamed to admit she
watched her chest a lot of the time. She liked to tease Steve about his
massive pecs sometimes, suggest they go bra-shopping for him, goose him, all
that stuff. Steve didn't always find it as funny as it obviously was, but
despite her occasionally playing dumb she knew boobs from pectoral muscles.
And this girl had both, but damn were her boobs fucking nice.

Cara had incredibly firm breasts. They didn't look like silicone jobs, if they
were she must have had a better surgeon than any of the models Julie knew.
They looked natural, but low in fat content. Of course God in His (Her?)
infinite wisdom would give this girl more glandular tissue than a fucking
elephant. Her abs meant she must have had a pretty low BF, so she must have
just been genetically gifted at fat distribution.

And there was definitely fat in those. But probably just had a lot of tissue
judging by the bounce in them. She giggled thinking about how milky Cara would
get if she ever got pregnant. She would probably leak like a dairy cow. Would
probably be as strong as one too.

She flipped through some other feat of strength videos. She burst some boards
and bent some metal, there were some neat ones where she lifted engine blocks
over her head and tossed refrigerators too. Those definitely turned Julie on.

Her phone started stalling and she sighed and put it away, before realizing
her food had been getting cold. She slapped herself in the face, lightly,
before rushing to the microwave. It was room temperature when she pulled out
her carefully weighed and measured lunch, the thing must have been in the
microwave for thirty minutes. She swallowed as she prepared to face the
truth...she was crushing on this girl.

Well, not in a lesbian way. Julie knew plenty of lesbians but obviously she
wasn't one, she enjoyed cock and musk and muscle and all that. But still,
there was an element of excitement in this encounter. Clearly she was only
crushing in a sort of non-sexual admiration. Yeah, that. Not like she'd fuck
Cara. Well, if Steve wanted a threesome she'd definitely suck those titties
dry but she'd never liked, just go for her on her own. She was way too scared
for that.

She watched some martial arts tutorials, and found herself biting her bottom
lip to videos of Cara beating up guys in the ring. Cara had always attended
Steve's fights, so she knew a thing or two (she wouldn't necessarily say she
knew three) about the sport, and Cara definitely did not fight conventionally.

She constantly shook her body at her opponent, regularly blocked punches with
her biceps, loved to smother with her breast and ass even when that wasn't the
most rational thing to do, and would even liplock the guys she fought on
occasion. All of this seemed a bit crazy to Julie, crazy hot!

She tried to imagine how it must be for her, watching a video of Cara roughly
handling the ass of a cute Latin boy she was fighting while she trapped him in
a headlock. She flexed her abs and resisted his punches like they were nothing
before smacking the guy hard, eliciting an audible scream. Holy shit this
woman was a beast. Not just a beast, a fucking sex monster sent from the
hottest pits of Aphrodite's clam to grapple gorgeous guys for years on end.
She was Steve's age. Julie kept researching her, nearly all day long.

Julie finally contacted Cara on her site, asking about the high school
experience of her current man. She needed to know so badly but...she couldn't
just start with asking about her bullying him, could she?

Hi

That was how she always used to start text conversations. She could usually
coast off of her good looks but...could she, against a girl like Cara? She
waited for what seemed like hours for a response, fairly sure the conversation
would go nowhere but...the idea of getting more information on everything
turned her on.

Hello there yourself

It came about three hours later, just out of nowhere. Julie felt her heart
flutter beneath her famous breasts as she looked down at her phone, quickly
making a response, trying not to reveal her motives.

Hey there Cara. I'm a model, as you may know from my profile page. Just here
to tell you that you are a huge inspiration to women everywhere, and I would
love to get to know more about you!

The response was nearly instant.

Did Stevie put you up to this? BTW you have pictures of yourself kissing him
from like, 2 days ago. Plus you always appear with him at weigh-ins, giving
him a decent smooch...wait, am I talking to Steve right now? If so, still
wearing tighty whities? Maybe I could pull a pair over your head sometime
soon!

Julie was blown away by the forwardness and aggressiveness of the woman, but
certainly at least a bit excited by how quick she was to...bully. Maybe Steve
was completely right about her. But she only found herself more interested.

No, I swear, this is just Julie! I was just...well, Steve talked to me about
you and him in high school and it just tickled me a bit. I was hoping you
could answer some questions about how things went for you two

Cara started typing the very second that she got the message.

Oh yeah, I bullied that twerp a ton. Well, I bullied most of the boys TBH. I
mean, I was strong enough too so...hard to resist, you know? I hassled that
kid nearly every day. I'm sure you know how handsome he is. You may not know
how adorable he sounds when you humiliate the guy, but it's pretty fantastic

Electricity shot into Julie's pussy and spread throughout her body, she found
herself groaning in the middle of her kitchen, glad Steve wasn't there to hear
the noises she was making right there on the couch.

He said you gave him wedgies and swirlies, and would hold him down. I've seen
some pictures of him from high school and he was pretty buff back then. Why do
you think he let you do all of that to him? Do you think he had a crush on
you? Not jealous or anything, I get that people had high school crushes LOL

She considered asking about the rape, she really did, but she couldn't. Not
yet, Soon, she found some images of previous sexual pictures of hers being
sent back to her.

Holy shit Stevie did good later in life, maybe I should have stayed with him a
bit longer. Your titties are fucking amazing and I could eat that ass for
hours. Not to mention that fucking face. I mean I'd kiss you whenever I could
if I had a girl like you. As for bullying him...he never "Let" me do anything.
I forced him to. He was strong for a boy but I was benching 350 for reps by
the time I was 14, and never let up. He often fought back, I always kicked his
ass. Sometimes I'd go into the gym with him just so he could see me outperform
him at everything. He often placed his hands on the toilet bowl and pushed
with all his might when I gave him a swirly. It never really helped. He was a
decent guy but I am a fucking alpha female. BTW, did he tell you about our
little prom date? The adorable get-up I put him in?

Julie drooled at this. She had been into guys for most of her life but Cara
was something...new. She had boobs, she had a butt, but she was also
colossally muscled and monumentally tough. Images of Steve in high school
getting pushed around and shoved into toilets, beaten up and overpowered by
the mighty amazon...this was more than enough to make Julie gush.

He told me something about prom, not the outfit. Do you have any pictures?
What did you look like in senior year?

Julie felt like a slut at some level, but her desire for knowledge was too
much. It wasn't really cheating, was it? She was just casually wondering about
her current guy's personal life and making a female friend. Just because he
disliked her at this moment didn't mean she needed to as well. Besides, she
could maybe even serve as something of a binding agent to bring them back
together.

I'll show you some pics. But first...braid your hair and take a picture that
reveals some nip slip. Post it publicly. I think we can trade pictures for a
bit.

Julie couldn't help herself. She needed to see what had happened. She braided
her long red hair in two ropes and tied blue ribbons into them. She supposed
she looked something like a cowgirl with that kind of haircut, she kind of
went with the theme and put on a pair of daisy dukes (she loved it when her
ass could just sort of hang out of what was usually considered decent
clothing) and a red bikini top, and looked at herself in the mirror.

She realized she didn't want to disappoint Cara. Purely platonic, of course,
but she couldn't have such a cool woman thinking she wasn't cool. She put on a
pair of high-waisted panties so the straps were both visible in her low-riding
shorts, then spent about an hour going over her makeup until she was sure it
was perfect.

She came back and went into her room, getting on all fours in the bed and
setting her phone down with a timer, adjusting her skimpy bikini top before
she did the pose, and the bead of her left nipple was visible if you looked
closely. It was slightly covered up by the glare of the window behind her, but
anyone who inspected could see it.

Satisfied with her picture, Julie sent it off to Cara. she squeezed her thighs
together imagining how hot Cara may think she looked, and how much she would
repay for letting her see nipple. She soon got a response.

I didn't ask for this to get PM'd. I asked for you to post it. I want everyone
to see this, then I can start talking to you. K?

While she definitely felt a bit embarrassed, not just by her tongue lashing
but also by the idea of showing her nipple in the public like that...Julie
posted it publicly, thinking she could delete it later, maybe it would even
bring her some press if people saw her nipple, seemed to work for plenty of
other influencers

Nice, good to know you can listen when you want. Here are some pictures of
Steve at prom, isn't he fucking Gorgeous?

Julie looked at the pictures and was amazed at what she saw. Steve was in a
dress...and gloves, make-up, his brown hair was longer in high school but it
was in an updo with pink in this picture...and he had earrings in. Were his
ears pierced for this specific night? No, no way she had that kind of power
over him...

Julie kept scrolling through them, seeing images of him with Cara now, of her
in a suit manhandling him. Some of the later ones had her in a tank top,
comparing biceps, some of her carrying him around, kissing him. He definitely
didn't seem like he wanted to participate in any of this.

She went down further, finding images of him dressed down. She had made sure
that his entire body was properly dressed for the date, his lingerie was pink.
He was looking at the camera, his eyes were red from the early digital
photography, but he looked absolutely miserable. Julie felt herself getting
very aroused.

She went down some more and saw him over her knee, him getting his body played
with, him getting a wedgie that stretched his frilly pink panties. And then
several of her manhandling his cock, seeming a bit brutal about it. These were
a treasure trove of Steve's high school experiences. She knew he was raped,
but this was something else entirely. This muscle girl had turned the
quarterback into her absolute bitch!

You are so fucking awesome! How the Hell did you do that in High School? Do
you still make boys do whatever you want?

Julie messaged with abandon, not checking spelling and not bothering to
consider the implications of her words before she said them. The next message
came.

Damn, I thought you wouldn't react so well to me raping your current BF. You
two are really dating, yeah? Not just some sort of shared fame deal? Anyway, I
could tell you a ton about what I did to him and how, if you were interested
in learning such things...

She was definitely dating him! Couldn't a girl just appreciate her boyfriend
getting sexualized against his will without everyone asking if she really
cared about him or not? She was steamed but found she could direct none of
that anger toward the woman who caused it, instead being very diplomatic.

LOL yeah we are right now. IDK he looks cute and I'd love to have him like
that again sometime. He's going to fight you again pretty soon, BTW, so
prepare for that however you do

She looked down at her phone and wondered if she should have said that, but
decided it was probably best not to think about it so hard. If it was really
wrong she'd get in trouble later, but she could very well get into some
panties now if she said the right word. Julie found herself wondering what
that pussy would taste like. She hadn't seen it yet, but she had to think it
was something to die for. At least getting dick into it was something to fight
for. Julie smiled, considering how few women would really fight for a proper
dicking these days. In that way Cara was a real heroine.

LOL yeah I've been getting messages about that, don't spill the beans to every
Tom Dick and Larry tho, girl. We need to announce at the right time to get
$$$. As for him looking cute and stuff, yeah I agree with you on that. There's
actually a decent bit more where that came from, both text and photographs ...

Julie bit her finger when she read that, imagining everything she could end up
finding out about her handsome guy here. She certainly had a few vague ideas
of what could have been going on, but some more firm ones could be delectable.

She took a few more photos as the night went on, posted some very humiliating
things on her account, but she really didn't care. She was getting something
that very few people could ever get. She had her own personal dealer of
pornography and erotica portraying very kinky fetishes and starring a guy she
could feel up and fuck whenever she wanted. She was told not to tell him what
Cara had told her.

Of course, I don't think he'd understand lol. I'll explain those photos as
mistakes, maybe lather on the bimbo when I do it so if he thinks I have 2
brain cells to rub together he could just like, think I did it for attention

Julie found herself masturbating idly as she awaited another response from her
... .from the girl she thought was so fucking cool. Her nipples were hard too,
and she finally broke down and grabbed a vibrator from her bathroom drawer.
Feeling very naughty, she PM'd a picture of it in her hand.

Nice! I take it you know how to use it? And LOL, why do I always turn sexy
women on so fucking much? Not that I complain, you're super sexy. But it seems
a shame guys don't have the ability to recognize my greatness. But since we're
going there...I'll send you some gifsets of girls eating me out IF you post a
picture imitating one of mine. Any one you want just has to be a clear
imitation. And ya have to post it online too. You can make it Stevie's own
little #10yearschallenge

Julie was weirded out by the idea but dripping with anticipation. She shoved
the vibrator against herself as she imagined the blonde goddess getting eaten
out, it did a LOT for her. She really wanted to see those images. She looked
at how humiliating most of the images she got were, but decided there had to
be one SOMEWHERE that she could remake without making it completely clear.

She found one of a downtrodden Steve kissing Cara while she took a photograph
in a bathroom mirror. She went up one and saw the bicep comparison they did.
Cara was bigger there and it was so fucking sexy! And was she wearing heels or
was she taller in high school? God was she a legitimate amazon!

It took a few more hours for Steve to finally come home, but his girlfriend
was there to greet him, slutty and bubbly in a set of black lingerie,
stockings, and heels. She immediately ran toward him and hugged him "Is it set
up, babe?"

Steve smiled, lightly stroking her hair "yes, it's set up" he said, looking
down then kissing her on the forehead "It was interesting getting her to
cooperate, but we worked something out. It's not too long from now even ... "

She dragged him around the house, feeling him through his shirt "Mmmm, it'll
be so hot to watch you manhandle her" she said, having no idea what would
happen as a result of this fight, but either result would be fine. She rubbed
him again and again, making clear that she was physically interested.

"Babe, let me take a shower first" he said, before she took his pants off.
"Fine, do it quickly" she started tapping her foot on the ground "We are gonna
have some fun tonight. I am not letting my big man resist me" she smiled "Hmm,
I suppose it needs to be clear you can't always assert your will on a girl"

He laughed at this and walked in, stripping before he took it "You could get
in here with me!" he shouted as he turned the water on.

"Can't, my hair" she lied. When the door closed she muttered "Glad he's such a
fucking ditz"

He was wet when he walked out, every curve and crevice was made clear, his
musculature like an anatomical map as he walked toward her and smiled, making
no effort to hide his manhood. She looked at the mirror. The sink was high
enough that he wouldn't show his junk off if she took a picture here. Perfect.

She giggled, sticking her chest out for her guy as she tickled his sides,
making him a bit weak in the knees. She saw him falter a bit, was this what
Cara had been talking about? Did she enjoy looking at this? She guessed she
found a bit of a jolt somewhere in her body when she made him submit or balk
or at least show some weakness.

"Could you kiss my biceps?" she asked bouncilly, her braids shaking when she
looked up at him.

"What biceps?" he asked casually, before giving her toned left arm a playful
squeeze. She flexed in response.

"I have something on my arms" she declared, before flexing her right arm at
the mirror. Her definition was certainly on display, but the bump was barely
there. She was certainly no Cara Zinoji. "What's wrong, baby boy? My muscles
make you feel like less of a man?" she said, her lips started salivating as
her nipples and clit became diamond hard. She was giving him a direct quote
and made no bones about it.

Steve looked at her for a few seconds. It was certainly strange for her to say
that exact same phrase. Certainly, it was odd how it was the exact same
arrangement. She saw in his body language that he recognized the expression.
He said nothing, however, just smiled and rolled his eyes "You kiss mine next"
he said, clearly holding back a bit of anger. Julie blinked up at him. He
always did keep his emotions bottled up, fucking men.

"Well, pucker up" she said, taking a picture in the bathroom mirror as he
lowered his lips down on her arm. She posted it immediately, desperately
wanting her next reply, before she looked at Steve. He was flexing his own
bicep and looking down at her.

She kind of preferred Cara's, she realized. But Cara's arms weren't in this
particular room, were they? She took a few pics just to seem consistent as she
started to kiss his arms. She grabbed his waist and started kissing his neck.

He moaned, grabbing at her, but she swatted his hands away "Don't fucking try
and take charge" she quoted from Cara's story. She felt him sink at the
repetition. But he still suspects nothing? Maybe he was the one who got
dropped on his head as a baby.

She pushed him to the bed and mounted him. She used him as a toy as she closed
her eyes and imagined herself as Cara, considering what it would be like to be
that high school bully, to be able to smash a guy like Steve whenever she
wanted. "Heh, smash" she muttered at her own double-entendre.

She reached climax three times that night, each time imagining the blonde
she'd been flirting with online. She gripped her boyfriend hard when they
finally stopped stroking and cuddled up to start sleeping with each other "are
you afraid to fight her again?" she asked in the afterglow.

He breathed heavily "Course not, she's just a woman" he said, before kissing
her on the forehead. He sounded a bit more like he believed what he was saying
this time. Maybe he talked to somebody who put some ideas in his head. Maybe
he was a match now, Julie didn't know. But she did know that he still had some
element of doubt in his voice, no matter how hard he tried to cover it up.

"Well, don't get cocky. Win or lose, it won't change my opinion on you" she
fibbed "But she's taken down plenty of guys in the ring, you really shouldn't
underestimate her"

"Course I won't," he said, wrapping his arm around her before going to bed.
She shook and kicked a bit, but soon enough he was fast asleep. She resented
endurance but definitely appreciated how heavy of a sleeper she was. Still,
she didn't want to wake him up. She went to the bathroom and gagged herself
with a pair of her own panties, before sitting in the empty tub and spreading
her legs. She checked her account. She had 15 PMs. she opened them up and
immediately moaned in delight.

She was glad she had gagged herself, if her mouth were unplugged she
definitely would have woken up her sleeping lover. She grabbed her vibrator
again and went to work, amazed at what she kept seeing. This girl had
world-class titties, big bite-able nipples without looking ridiculous. They
bounced, they stood up, they rippled. And she convulsed when she was eaten
out, her abs and arms all flexed and she looked so fucking powerful underneath
all that white skin and feminine soft tissue.

She moaned deeply into her gag as she saw the girls eating Cara out (Girls!
This was a legit bi woman! And one who had good taste in girls too. Girls who
really seemed sexy and to love going down on her!) Julie kept going, reaching
orgasm before she knew but still wanting more. She felt insatiable, but at the
same time she felt ...

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