Steve, Julie And Cara  Part 2 
by Nadia Black



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Steve had started watching her videos more often, going through her library,
and observing just what it was she was recording herself doing. Largely it was
exercising, and from a sex appeal standpoint, he hated to admit it but Cara
certainly had a body people would fawn over. A body people could sell.

"So, ladies, if you wanna firm up your butts" she began "You gotta do squats,"
Cara said on the screen as Steve watched, frustrated as all hell. This woman
was fast, he saw the speed and precision she moved with. How the hell was she
stronger than him despite having the same build? Not even the same build, like
20 pounds of her was breast tissue! She should be significantly weaker!

But there she was, squatting different bars for several minutes, before
finally settling on the heavy one. Covered in giant metal plates. He blinked a
few times before the video cut back to her loading it. She was leaning against
the bar and explaining "This is a hundred-pound bar, but you will probably be
starting with a 45. Strength takes time" she flexed both of her biceps "But to
all the girls watching, I'm sure you can get as strong as me, intimidate all
the boys like I do, and become a bitch who takes charge," she said before she
went to the plates themselves. They were big and silver.

He gulped at the size of them but knew for a fact what they were. "These are
hundred-pound plates. You use them for serious lifting. Again, 45's are more
standards. And be careful when you lift these, they will dig into your hands"
she said as she grabbed one with her left hand and picked it up "What? I said
your hands, not mine" she gave a knowing smile to the camera. Was he finding
her cute? Steve wanted anything but that.

He tried to tell himself they must have been fake weights. At some level, he
supposed, he believed his own lie. She had only put on two, to start, but he
knew more were coming later. They certainly seemed to warp everything like
real weights would the bar bent ever-so-slightly just from the two hundred
she'd put on.

The camera made love to her ass, she was standing in front of a mirror so he
could see it was the purple-haired girl who was recording things, and she
seemed very excited to record from such an angle "I look good, yeah? I know it
can be daunting to pick up weights, but if anyone ever tells you it'll make
you look masculine or something, just think of this booty."

She grunted as she lifted up the 300 pounds she set up and started doing
squats like a demon, her ass bouncing as she took each one deeply and did
perhaps three a second until he had done 30, before putting it up again and
spanking herself, hooting at the camera, and leaning against the rack. "As you
can see, it's hard work...I'm already sweating. Lifting light is good for
toning" she said, showing off her body from the side. Steve was getting hard
from this, but also a bit impatient, he wanted to see her lift heavy...he
needed the inspiration to do heavy lifting himself.

He sort of half-watched her doing two plates, doing some curls in his gym, and
looking past the screen. It was impressive, certainly, but not enough to make
him feel that glorious despair. But when she finally moved on to four. "So
this is 900 pounds. Don't start out with this, took me years to squat this"
her ass stuck out, pumped and shapely form the exercise she had been doing.
She grunted slightly and turned red as she lifted it from the rack, then
squatted down.

He bit his lip, seeing her slowly bring it back up. Incredible, she managed to
do a squat with 900...then she went down again, doing another squat! How was
this even possible, she was going way beyond what most men could even do, he
couldn't even squat 900 once! She did five reps overall, before re-racking it
and falling down on the floor, smiling up at the camera somewhat dumbly "See
that? It's important to rest after some hard work. Take a bath, have a meal,
and maybe even put some ice on your ass!"

He felt inspired, certainly. He wasn't squatting that before the fight, but he
felt the desire to match it, certainly. He did a few more sets that night,
contemplating what it meant to be so much weaker than the woman who had
devoted herself to...to what? What was she trying to do here? What was he
trying to do to her?

Cara had been growing her hair out, Julie definitely took notice. She liked
the look but wasn't sure why Cara would change from her signature pixie cut.
She leaned against a wall and tried to figure out if it, perhaps, looked
better in the clothes she was wearing? She had a blue T-shirt that looked like
it was several sizes too small, and a pair of khaki shorts that wrapped right
around her amazing ass. She was hot as fuck but the hair...maybe just a little
spur of the moment decision.

"Doing OK, babe?" asked the bigger girlfriend as she walked to the smaller
one, and when she arrived she placed her hands on the shoulders of her small
partner. She felt the slightest sigh of pleasure escape from Julie's lips at
the mere touch of her hand. It was good to have that kind of power.

"Nothing much, just...been thinking about what you told me. About guys and
stuff."

Cara laughed "Not sworn off of them just yet, huh? I can't say I ever really
tried traditional female dating but everyone I converted seems to love it from
the other side. Never met one who seemed like she wanted to go back to the way
things were."

"What about girls like me?" asked Julie as she shook her ass "I mean, I can't
beat up guys. I guess I'm a lesbian now? I think I've given up any pretence of
heterosexuality so it doesn't really matter...but if I wanted to be in a
straight relationship, I'd be pretty fucked as far as bossing around my guy. I
mean I guess I can be persuasive sometimes but it's...different ... " she was
becoming sheepish.

Cara let out a long and warm laugh "Oh, sweet baby. You don't know half of it.
Honestly, I think you could put on some serious muscle if you wanted, plus you
already have a lot of agility, so if you just wanted to out maneuver a guy you
could if you had some training...even then, I don't know, buy a gun." they
locked eyes "I'm serious, violence in the name of love is justified. Love is
the most important thing there is, just because the object of your desire is
too bull-headed to see that you are what's best for them doesn't mean you just
have to quit. Punch him, kick him, rape him, tie him up in a closet, break his
legs...there's no price too high to pay for creating a real connection with
another human, you know?"

"I guess that makes sense," the smaller one said, looking up at her big sister
"So uhh...wanna discuss anything else before I eat your cunt like there's no
tomorrow?"

"I want to make a video. Another weightlifting tutorial. But you get to be
with me for this one"

Steve was on the bench when it premiered, and like a hawk searching for mice
he watched it as soon as it was posted. Cara was there in shorts and her
sports bra, hands on her hips as she greeted her audience by flexing each
pectoral muscle individually before she started lifting and separating "So, I
hear some girls want to work out their chests. It is true, you can push your
breasts out further and give them a firmer base by bench pressing. You can
also really establish dominance over any men you still have in your life" she
playfully slapped Julie's ass "By showing that you can do it better than he
can."

Steve felt strange about watching her use his girlfriend's body like that but
definitely felt lust stir inside of him. He wanted to be as strong as her, he
wanted to be with her, but he liked seeing her abused by a woman like Cara. He
didn't like that he liked it, but could not help but like it.

In her heels with Julie barefoot, the shorter woman's head was on a level with
the enormous cleavage of the larger woman, she smiled and pulled out a bar,
one that had a pretty significant (obviously machined) bow in it "So, I know a
lot of you girls are looking to get stronger in the chest" Julie's head rested
on one of her breasts and she smiled down at her "So you need to work out.
Well, I'll give you some basics of technique. I use a Buffalo Bar, personally,
because it allows for a full range of motion."

The video cut to her bench pressing with a normal straight bar, empty, the 45
pounds completely meaningless to her as she was essentially pantomiming the
motions of lifting. It fell onto her chest and stayed there "See what I mean?
Some ladies just aren't built for straight bars...but we have the technology
to make up for that"

Steve leaned back in his gym, intently watching the woman lead the way. Two
other females were in the gym with them, both of whom were pretty fit looking
and seemed to be close to the other ladies. Close enough to playfully slap ass
and grope chest. Close enough to kiss, and not those weirdly loud theatrical
greetings kisses.

The camera faced down on Cara, showing her strain and flex a bit as she
positioned herself under the empty bar "So, you probably want to know what I
lift. Well, if you're into fitness you probably will, at least. I just use a
standard 45-pound bar for this because I don't usually do enough to bend it
past its usability" Steve focused on the word "usually" he was pretty sure she
was just bragging. But knowing her ...

Then there was some brief explanation of the technique, Julie passionately
kissed Cara, and the two other girls began to stack weights "Having a spot is
always good. If you know your spot can't lift your bench to her chest -"

"- Or his" interrupted one of the girls. Everybody laughed.

"If your spotter can't do a penalty row with the bar, two will work," she said
before she brought the camera to the set-up "See this? I loaded it up with
five plates on each side, that's 495 pounds overall. A lot of guys can't even
deadlift this, so I don't think you should expect to jump here. And if you do
jump here, maybe you oughta challenge me for my belt. I'll have it by the end
of my next fight" she said with her charming smile. He wanted to think of her
as a braggart but was getting flustered. He knew she was abusive but...had she
changed? She seemed more polite now. He'd never live with her, of course, but
she seemed to appeal to him more than she did before. She had no respect for
him as a fighter, true, but perhaps she had greater respect for him as a human
being, she was no longer treating him quite so much like a piece of meat.

"So, just doing a set of five. If you're doing a two-person spot, have them
hover their hands below either end of the bar. And try to make sure each of
them can support at least half the weight" she said, before she lifted off and
lowered it down, her hands were going almost below her shoulders as her
breasts fit snugly into the bowing of the bar. This turned him on much more
than he felt it should have. But Steve kept watching, curiosity and arousal
getting the better of him.

The two spotters kind of shook their asses in the mirror, Julie was the
camerawoman, and Cara's muscles were the stars. Her upper body exploded in
strength with her first lift, again with her second, each one more impressive
than the last. He counted to five and was ready to see her drop it, but to his
surprise, she did a sixth, then a seventh. She grunted and tried for an
eighth, finally grunting and stopping, her spotters managed to bring it back
up to the rack.

"I'm already drenched in sweat, and that was like 30 seconds of exercise. One
more advantage of heavy lifting, it's quick. I really don't think there's an
excuse for women not doing it". Julie leaned in and smelled the sweaty head of
her lover, then the two shared a kiss.

Steve looked at his bar. He could not do 7 reps with nearly 500 pounds and
wasn't going to before the fight. She was stronger than him, for now at least.
At least as far as the upper body went, he was hoping his improvements in
squats would be enough and was hoping against hope she used fake weights. He
did a few reps with 405 pounds, managing to get to 8 where she only got to
seven but felt completely exhausted afterward. He did some kicking drills and
sparring that night before he went to bed.

***

He remembered the first time she had kissed him when she was in the shower,
how she won it in an arm-wrestling contest with him and shoved her tongue in
the first time their lips ever met. She really got her money's worth out of
that victory, and her subsequent ones. He remembered how she beat him up so
badly he had to go to the hospital near the last day of senior year, something
about him not respecting her. She was probably just taking out anger on other
issues.

He smiled at the thought. He was a human punching bag. And he had become
accustomed to it. Did he quit football for wrestling in college because he
wanted to take her on one day? Certainly, the idea of beating her was a
regular fantasy in his freshman year, but by junior year it had seemed like
she was nothing more than a bad dream.

He went to bed, completely unsure of himself. Of what he wanted or where he
was going. He was humiliated in a public manner, but he could no doubt find
some woman at a bar. Could he even fuck any more? The idea of losing another
woman to Cara was a constant spectre in his mind. Even when he closed his mind
and masturbated, he started to see her more and more often. He gave up that
night and watched a fighting reel of hers.

She was brutalizing Emmanuel Vazquez, a guy he knew he had a lot of trouble
against, she brutalized him, she humiliated him, beat him simply, put him in
hold after hold then simply let him go. She ended the fight by sitting on his
face and digging it in until he tapped out, before running to the top of the
cage in celebration of her victory.

He watched a video of her at a strongman contest, she didn't win it but
certainly impressed all the guys there with both her rock tossing and
tire-flipping abilities, and regularly posed them down when she could. She did
an interview near the end "I know I wasn't the strongest person out there but
I did get 11th of 20 competitors. I know this is a self-proclaimed "man's"
competition, but I think if I ever have to give up fighting this is going to
be my next step. I can definitely put on some weight and win this." she gave
her predatory smile to the camera and moved in deep, Steve rubbed himself and
felt waves of sensation pulse through his entire body, she nearly whispered in
her sultry voice as she spoke into the microphone "and this is something of a
warning to the men out there...You may think this competition means something
for your gender, but there are plenty of girls who could trounce you at this
and don't you forget it. When girls feel like it, we'll take this from you.
Don't worry, some of you are cute...a few may even be husband material" she
smiled. He made eye contact with the woman on video. He groaned. He came.

Cara sat with her wife, reeling in pleasure from their recent sexual tryst as
she checked the clock "Just a few days till the fight" Julie mused, but Cara
looked back "Hey, you know about like, cosmetics and stuff"

Julie laughed "Yeah it's cheaper than hiring somebody for every little thing.
What, wanna be a bit more bombastic with your make-up? Because with your face
and personality, I could think of a million-" Cara laughed "Nice, but maybe
not now babe." She said when she went to her closet and pulled out a polaroid.

"What are we doing, some kind of throwback thingie here? I can appreciate
that, retro can be fun" Julie began, crossing her legs and appreciating her
girlfriend's appearance.

She handed Julie a photograph "Style it like this" she said. It was her from
high school. Suddenly Julie realized why she had been growing her hair out for
so long "You want to relive your glory years, huh you old minx" said the
thoroughly excited Julie "I definitely get that...but tell me, is it more
about you or more about him?"

Julie smiled as she saw the redhead handle her blonde mop "Honestly I don't
think you can separate anything so cleanly in the fight game, or the love
game. Everything is about us, you know? I guess I'll crush him and humiliate
him, but there is a connection between my confidence and his humiliation that
runs so deep that I can't exactly say where one starts and the next should
begin"

Julie meditated on that as she went through the available products in the
large dresser of her lover "You know, you carry a decent number of products
but imitating those spikes may be difficult"

Cara laughed 'Please, those don't count as spikes, it's just a basic zig-zag
pattern. I don't think that was even exactly stylish back then, but I couldn't
resist ... "

"You aren't the only one facing temptation" Julie copped a quick feel before
going back to her hair work.

"Hey Julie, are you really done with cock? Like for life?" Julie looked
awkwardly into the mirror, not sure what Cara wanted to hear. Cara smiled
"Like if I wanted to fuck a guy with you, would you be up for it?"

"Definitely!" she said excitedly. Cara smiled.

"If I wanted to fuck the same guy for a while...whether or not he consented in
any way to our trysts?" Julie moaned slightly and nibbled hard on Cara's neck.
It was understood to mean a "yes" in this context.

The fight was coming and Steve was on his phone. He had a text. He didn't know
the number but he checked it anyway.

Hey Steve, I was thinking about our past and I realized I may have been a bit
hasty about breaking up with you. I mean I had a great experience in college
but I think it would have been even better if I brought you with me.
Basically, I was thinking I may just restart our relationship. We're already
scheduled to fight, so why not just have it ride on that? If I can beat you,
you get to get Julie back and can use me sexually if you want to (I know you
do babe). If I win, you move in with us and become our plaything. I think
we'll have a lot of fun either way. Good luck in the fight BTW, you are gonna
need it!

Steve Considered responding, but it wouldn't be very useful. Cara had made her
point and made it poignantly. She was interested in him, she was willing to
talk to him. He closed his eyes and felt the fear run through him. He
remembered all the humiliations, all the games, everything Cara had done to
him. Everything she was still doing to him. He rose from a seated position and
breathed slowly. He would beat her in the fight.

He tensed his forehead and raised his hands, throwing a few practice punches.
He looked at the clock and decided he could get a bit of light training in
before going to bed for the next night's fight. He had a hard time turning
down his intensity, he found he was just really passionate about everything
that night.

Steve walked in and looked confident, in his interviews he showed off his body
a bit, talked about how they used to go to high school together. If he was
thankful for one thing, it was how Cara talked about their relationship. She
made it sound mutual like they were exes. He told basically the same story but
briefly joked "Yeah she was gonna dance with me whether I wanted to or not"
They found it funny. He laughed. In his heart, he was pissed off.

He was billed lower, going in second. The ring had a boy in it this time, he
never really liked having men in there raising the cards, but he accepted it
was something mixed fights often liked to play with.

"In the pink shorts," the announcer said, before adding "and sports bra" to
the excitement of the crowd "Comes our number one contender, the blonde
bomber, the Atlantic Atalanta, the effervescent eviscerator, Cara Zinoji!" and
there was resounding applause for her typical theatrical entrance.

She came out in a black robe, and from the sidelines, Julie hooted and
hollered as loud as she could. She even turned to the elderly Russian couple
next to her "That's my girlfriend" she bragged before returning to her
support. Cara walked down slowly before she grabbed the outside of her robe.
In an instant it was over, she was running down now, in only her minimal
fighting attire.

Cara was wearing all pink, looking proud as a fairy princess as she danced
barefoot and begloved, going toward her side of the octagon. She was bouncing,
the hair she'd grown out as well as the enormous breasts on her chest, her
body was filled with energy and momentum. Every twitch she made served as a
reminder of the tremendous energy the woman carried within her form, of how
she could outpace and outdo a man.

Julie bit her lip in excitement, and Steve simply looked on in awe. She looked
like she did in high school, her hair was the same, but it was more. Her face
had hardly changed, she was firm as ever, and she carried herself with the
same gust and confidence. She was perfectly sure of herself in high school,
and just as perfect today. She was the exact woman who had bullied him when he
was younger. No more no less. He was sure of that now.

Steve Ferguson got his own introduction, he didn't usually go for the fancy
monikers or extended nom de plume, he always thought it was a bit pretentious
and more of a gimmick mediocre fighters used to hide their sub-par in-ring
performances. Still, he did appreciate the pop he got. He walked to the ring
slowly, belt around his chest as he raised his arms up. The applauding for him
was more of a clam ripple, but nonetheless something he was proud of. He was
confident, despite his fears, that it would be louder when he walked out.

Cara bit her lip. It wasn't fair, she'd barely changed at all and her high
school crush only got more handsome. She no longer had constant excuses to
fight him every now and then, no longer was there a social and legal
requirement for them to be in the same building...but tonight she was going to
have some quality time with him again. No toilet to dunk his head in and no
make-up to decorate him within the octagon, but perhaps that would come later.
She took her stance and he took his.

They touched gloves as the female referee told them the rules. She was a
dark-haired Filipina, pretty cute all things considered, but neither had eyes
for anything for the other. For Cara, her meal was on the line. She had to
strike hard or she would starve. For Steve, his life was on the line. He had
to come out with a victory or else he would be a meal. They locked eyes and
took guards as the bell rang. They danced around, slightly, each one eyeing up
the limbs of the other as they both considered an ideal entrance to attack,
neither one entirely confident of how to start things off. Cara thought about
the situation and then smirked. She had a genius plan for getting some contact
with her opponent.

"Hey," she said in a friendly voice "You really look good in black" she looked
him up and down. Steve felt a need to cover himself but held his position
firmly as her eyes wandered around him "Are you wearing a cup or are you just
happy to see me?" he raised his fists and glared at her. She wasn't even
treating him as a threat, it was like he was just a curiosity she found at a
party, an old booty call she ran into again and wanted to challenge.

Steve opened up the aggression with a combination of quick jabs, most of which
fell into the shoulder and arm of Cara. she was fast as ever, and her arms
were like boulders covered in silk. Not that his gloved hands could feel her
skin, but the firmness was definitely felt under his fists. The idea that,
even at full power, he may hurt his own bones against her muscles made him
feel somewhat uneasy, but he wasn't going to give up like that.

Cara smiled "I know babe. Great arms, right? Well, you have a nice pair too. I
know I used to call them gropable but for a guy-" he exploded at her, jumping
and kicking her hard in her midsection, the thinnest part of her trunk, and
just like that he managed to floor her, both of them fell on the ground. Cara
looked at him "Shit, you have been training".

Steve smiled "So you want these arms?" he said before he jumped on her and
they started grappling. She was definitely catlike in her own way, she could
move with both purpose and ferocity, a blur of limbs moving in constantly
different directions and carrying the force to throw a man of his size if he
wasn't careful. He always tried to keep a grip on something when she struck
back against him, always tried to ensure some manner of defense against any
locks, she clearly knew her wrestling holds.

Julie was already wet, wishing she had something inside of her to stimulate
her. She had brought an egg in her purse but chickened out of using it in her
chair, but now she was regretting that what she was seeing was one of the most
erotic displays she had seen in her life. Both participants were so fit, so
devoted, and so able to execute move after move. She appreciated the two walls
of beef slamming together even as she eschewed the names of the holds they
were apparently trying on each other.

In all the commotion, she saw Steve look at her. She knew there were great
pretensions of rivalries and honor and all that jazz at work here, but Julie
was absolutely confident that she was the cause of this contest. They were
fighting over her, nothing more. She raised her hands in a heart sign above
her chest and smiled at him. Perhaps he had gotten stronger afterward. Perhaps
he would be the one taking her home. The idea of having a man who fought for
her was certainly appealing, she could tell all of her friends how she had
been whisked away but he had gone in to take her back. Then again, she found
nearly equal amusement in the idea of having a woman who had defended her
steadfastly against the oppressive forces of an entitled male lover. No matter
who won, Julie would be satisfied.

On the ground, Cara had gotten an arm around Steve's leg. He didn't think much
of it until she found him changing positions and grunted, throwing him off of
her. He tried to get up but soon found a hand on his shorts. She pulled
slightly, just enough that the ref would pass it off as an accident, but Steve
knew she was reminding him that she was the one who gave him wedgies. She was
playing with him. He would make her regret that, he flipped himself over to
tackle her, but this time she was prepared. An iron grip landed on both of his
flanks, and gravity failed to do its job.

Steve lay in stunned silence for a half-second as he felt himself stop in
mid-air, unable to complete the tackle on this amazon. She puckered her lips
"You look nice, babe. Wrestling with you has been a whole heap of fun so far"
she said before throwing him off and grabbing his wrist. He sank down to avoid
an arm-bar but she pulled him hard and moved his entire body. Grappling was
different with Cara, she could control you in ways other people could not, to
her the human body was always a movable object. He tried not to bask in his
defeat.

Soon a set of legs were wrapping around his neck, and as he reached up to pull
them off they only went further, trapping him in an arm lock, she pulled him
up her body, his head now resided right on top of her breasts and he tried to
break free but she placed a deadly forearm around his neck while his other arm
was locked up by Cara's arm. She had him completely immobilized and even had a
spare limb with which to play with her new captured toy. And play she did.

He struggled hard with both of his arms, neither of them could even budge
Cara's limbs as she moved her barefoot across his body, slowly starting to
grope him with her toes. The entire world saw when he was on the floor and she
tapped his cup with her foot "Ahh, so you are wearing one. I am not" she said
before she started pushing on it "Hmmm, it feels like it's having trouble
fitting its contents. Is someone trying to break free of a steel cage?" she
said, thinking she sounded pretty clever with her double meaning, tightening
her grip some more "Tell ya what babe, tell me if you have a boner or not and
I'll let you go. But be honest babe."

He felt her grip tighten, the ref looked at him, the audience looked at him.
In her seat Julie was simply shaking with pleasure...would he find a way out
or was her old lover to be squashed in the first round? Either way would find
her taking great pleasure in the victory gained, but the suspense of each one
was enough to keep her bouncing, the couple beside her was starting to get
annoyed.

Steve summoned some strength to try against her limbs. They wouldn't budge.
Not that it mattered. She could choke him out whenever she wanted to, he had
no way of stopping her. He struggled desperately before looking up at Cara,
"Not fair" he began before he felt a great rush of shame wash over him. He
couldn't breathe, it was controlling him, it was making demands that he simply
sat there and let himself get choked out.

But he couldn't do that, he needed to show the world how strong he really was
and that he could stand up against his old bully. He needed respect. But he
also needed oxygen, and certainly wanted his tendons to connect. He pulled
with a mild degree of effort, and he found her playing with him a bit more. He
gritted his teeth against his guard and began to see stars. It was now or
never. Lose the first round, or ... . "I have a boner" he said, suddenly her
grip loosened around his throat. The audience saw...something happen and
cheered. She kissed him on the forehead. This created an absolute explosion of
passion in the crowd.

"Why do you have a boner, Stevie?" she whispered into his ear, in a voice that
was sultry while carrying the basest pretension of legitimate curiosity. He
tried to pull with both arms, finding more give. Suddenly her foot went down,
pressing his cup deep into his crotch and providing a bit of a crush on his
erection.

"I'm hard because...I'm all wrapped up in the limbs of the sexiest woman I
ever met, and she's trying her damndest to get to my cock. Who wouldn't have a
boner in this situation?" he hated saying it but felt some degree of truth. He
hadn't lied, he had merely revealed his true face when the situation demanded
it. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"You also have a boner because I'm going to kick your ass, and boys know that
they need a woman to boss them around and force them to do stuff. You know
that you need a woman who can properly control and discipline you, you know
you have no chance against me, and that puts you in the mood to ... " she
looked at the timer on the wall of the stadium, she'd had him in here for
almost two minutes "Ahh, you got me giving a soliloquy. Just...break out. I'll
let you" she said, before planting a quick kiss on his lips. She'd have wanted
something more intimate, but this was enough of a show for now. At least it
got a reaction out of the crowd.

He strained his limbs a bit as he exploded out, he knew Cara had let him do
it. He suspected everyone else knew, too. He was simply glad that he had been
able to avoid a defeat so early in the fight in such a humiliating manner. He
looked back as he adjusted his cup a bit, Cara laughed at him.

Julie felt the change in the flow of the match was absolutely exhilarating.
She was rubbing her forearms against her breasts, trying to make it look like
she was just texting, to get any of the sexual tension out of her body. She
didn't really have a plan but she would cum right there in her chair if she
could, squirting be damned. She had just seen her last boyfriend gather
strength (No doubt from a love for her) and overcome what by all means was an
impossible oddity. He had fought so hard to get her ... .but would she
succeed? It appeared as if the other lover was getting up again, what would
this confrontation result in? Who would end up with a claim on her hand and
her love? Neither? Both?

Cara smiled at Steve, taking a low stance and approaching him with her upper
body hovering a bit below the ground. She was going to tackle him. He smiled
as he got down too, matching her position, they locked eyes and both charged,
their shoulders collided and both of them felt the impact come down their
spines through their pounded collarbones.

Cara was impressed with Steve's ability, he certainly had not forgotten how to
deliver a football tackle. She had barely pushed him a few inches forward with
the initial meaning, and his arms were wrapping around her body. She felt...a
little exhilarated, she had him right where she wanted him, pressed into her.
She placed her head next to his "You know, Steve, you could have this every
night if you just agreed to be mine" she said before she started pushing.

Steve's big thighs and glutes were doing all the work they could, but Cara's
bigger quads and ass were proving the directing force. Julie stared at both
pairs of legs as Cara pushed him, slowly, to one side of the octagon, her body
providing more power. She seemed to be clamoring her hands all around her
ex-boyfriend, but she supposed she had the same basic instinct with exes.
Nothing to worry about.

Steve felt her push him. She had stronger legs. He knew this, but it still
hurt him when he felt it in action, his feet did everything they did to push
him against her but hers succeeded every time, pushing him slowly closer and
closer to the ring. And what would happen when he finally met the gating?
Would she smoosh him like a bug? Start striking? Pin him down? He didn't want
to know. He grabbed her bra with both hands and delivered a knee right in the
middle of her developed abdomen.

Cara had more or less figured out the plan before he grabbed her upper
clothing but knew for certain when he wrapped his fingers up there that he was
looking for leverage. The knee was solid, and she released more of a gasp than
the huff she had wanted to get away with, but her belly held pretty firmly
when he sent it up with all his effort "Those crunches sure are paying off,
huh Stevie?" she mocked. He knew he needed a new plan. He didn't have one. He
sent his knee up a few more times.

Cara didn't want to have her belly broken this early, neither did she want to
try thrusting his back before he could crush her stomach. Whatever she was
doing to him after her victory, she wouldn't want him to be crippled. So she
did something else. She re-adjusted her footing, picked him up off the ground,
and slammed him into the canvas. The 548 pounds of human and underwear created
quite the impact as Steve suddenly felt Cara on top of him.

He cursed his plan, having forgotten how light he would be against the amazon
he'd known for so long. She'd carried him around before, why would she be
unable to now? He should have predicted this, he should have come up with a
strategy against it before now. He cursed himself silently but decided there
was nothing he could do now but try to work from his position. He batted at
her sides, finding her belly pretty thick there too, and couldn't get a kidney
shot worth a shit from his current angle.

Her eyes stared down at him, and she smiled brightly, deciding on how to
torture him right now. His forehead crashed into her nose, and she immediately
went from laying on him to sitting on her knees and grabbing her face. He
always got her with that one, she really had to get more careful about the
sort of intimate facework she did.

Steve saw his chance and flipped her over, grabbing her legs and trying to put
them in a lock of some kind, but she reacted more quickly than he had
anticipated, and grabbed his shoulders with her feet and his head with her
hands, she smiled at him "Want to know another reason why females are better
than males?"

He found himself pretty trapped in the four limbs she had on his upper body
and striking her steely thews resulted in little more than superficial damage
to his own hands "Not really, I don't think so"

"Poor boys, always needing to have a lesson forced upon them rather than
simply learning it. Well, as I was saying, the thing girls have is that we
don't need cups to protect ourselves" she pulled his head into her pussy,
smashing his nose in and grinding him through the thin layer of fabric.

He felt and smelled her wetness, almost tasting it as well as she rubbed him
in there. He felt her become his world. The smell hadn't changed, not really.
He was still detecting the strength of her musk, the assertiveness of her
body, the essence of her sexuality as she forced his body into hers in the
embrace that left him as the lover and her as the loved. He wanted to say he
hated it, but it made him more aroused than anything had in years. His nose
was travelling ever deeper, it seemed, as the familiar shape of her womanhood
pressed against his face, consuming him, making him its plaything. He started
to panic, and suddenly the buzzer went off and she released him, stroking his
hair.

"That was a fun round," she said, backing off from him. He struggled to his
feet, staring at her, before giving a bit of a smirk, then wiping his face,
she had moisturised him.

"Yeah, quite the contest" he agreed, before he started backing away "You know,
they may get mad at you for refusing to do your all against me"

She slapped the air with a limp wrist 'Maybe they will and maybe they won't,
but as long as I win everything will be right in the world" she gave him that
fucking smile again. "But you are just a victim... My victim. I will rape you
when I want to, I will beat you when I want to, I will probably abandon you
again when I get bored. But your existence, really, is to serve as a slave for
me. We know you fit into me like you were designed as nothing but my little
toy. Destined to be my counterpart. Deny it all you want, I enjoy it when you
fight back. But I will have you and there isn't a damned thing you can do
about it. And trust me, when not me it will be some other badass bitch. You
are simply too handsome, too submissive, too tantalizing. You are like a
tailor-made victim designed for the express purpose of being raped by girls
like me, your very existence is pretty much nothing but an opportunity for
rape. I can say, with total honesty, that you are a rape waiting to happen,
nothing more. I'm not even talking trash, but look at how your cock reacts to
my domination. You simply exist for the express purpose of female conquest.
Argue if you want, but you know it's true." Steve considered counter-arguing.
He tried not to let the words sink in too deeply but they found their way into
his head anyway. He gritted his teeth and held his tongue against his bully,
merely giving her a nod that he supposed was meant to signify something. She
returned it, that fucking smile on her face. Soon after the bell rang, and
they backed toward their respective coaches.

Julie desperately left her seat for the bathroom, she stepped out of her heels
so she could run, desperately needing privacy. Surely most girls here went to
powder and gossip during the fights rather than during the breaks? She figured
most were the girlfriends of guys who were into fighting, just doing favors.
No deal, she found a long line at the women's bathroom. She looked at the
men's, even though they had a line.

She got behind a rather butch looking woman...she had a wicked sleeve of
various tattoos and decently shaped arms...must be a fight enthusiast.
Probably a lesbian too. She considered what she would be like in ... -No!
Julie had to stay focused. She adjusted herself to kind of be behind the girl
as she subtly grabbed her egg from her purse. She sighed as she went in.

Getting under her skirt was easy enough, she just pretended she had some tight
panties in need of adjusting, acted a bit drunk to explain why she'd do that
in public, and then spend a few minutes slipping it in. She barely even had to
push, damn was she wet. She gasped a bit before the woman in front of her
looked back "Need a little extra to get through this?" asked the chick
"Hey...aren't you that girl who Cara kissed in front of her opponent?

She froze, a bit insulted by the lack of name remembrance, but certainly glad
to be recognized "Don't tell anyone and I could give you something worth your
while" she winked, before running back, having to grab her groin a bit to keep
it from falling out, praying nobody would spread the rumor that she did this.
Even if, she supposed, it could be good for increasing her following on pictr.

Steve felt quite a bit of muscle pain, and had hardly even fought the first
round, she hadn't even landed a strike on her, and he had landed a few
punches, a nice kick, and a successful headlock. All she had done was grappled
and thrown him once, but already he seemed worse for wear

Cara felt her side a bit. That was a slick kick. She had to give him credit,
he had some sort of acumen. She actually appreciated his ability, conquering
easy prey had become boring to her as she had risen through the ranks. And
perhaps he was still easy on some level, but he was not the image of
victimhood she knew in high school. He was a new image of victimhood, one that
had a pretension of having escaped subjugation. One that would never face
reconquest lying down.

Steve and Cara locked eyes, both having had a decent first round, she smiled
at him, looking like she was admiring a crush, she reached up and played with
her hair before kissing her palm and blowing it at him. He swatted it away.
She grabbed her chest and laughed, pointing at him, her corner woman rolled
her eyes. Steve found himself laughing, a bit.

Cara saw him laughing. She suddenly became much more intense. She had been too
easy on him, perhaps... To be concerned with consent. Was that her weakness
then, she was soft on men? Didn't allow them to properly serve when they had
to, instead of allowing them to simply do what they wanted when they wanted?
Well, no more, she decided. The next round would put fear into the heart of
this boy.

She gripped her fists, hard, hard enough that her gloves began to creak on the
knuckles and her fingernails went through the palms, she wasn't exactly mad,
but she was devoted. She had given him too much leeway she decided and needed
to create a more apparent image of superiority. In short, for the next round,
she had to kick Steve's ass.

Julie adjusted her egg to the second setting as she melted into her seat, her
tongue hung out like that of a dog as she ogled both fighters and bumped her
knees together. She wanted both to win, she decided. She also wanted both to
put on a great show to earn back her affection. She was such a prize, these
two were seeing who was the bigger bully just to have their pick of her. She
considered this before she turned it up to three.

Round 2 had started, and Cara's change in personality was apparent to everyone
in attendance. She placed her guard firmly and looked at Steve with intent and
dedication, she was ready to really make him pay for underestimating her.

Steve had no idea what had happened, but apparently, she didn't think he had
an "adorable little giggle" any more. He raised his fists and made the
smallest, firmest steps he could, very intently looking for any sweeps to his
thighs or kicks to his shin.

She seemed to flinch a bit as well. He knew she had some martial arts
training, she had some skill in grappling and whatnot, but had rarely seen it
at work. She seemed serious usually only at the ends of her fights, but she
was serious right now.

He gulped, a subtle movement but Cara caught it. She wanted to smirk but kept
stoic, she decided mysterious would play better, for now, against her opponent
than any sort of smug self-assurance could. She decided to up the aggression,
verbally, before making a real physical impact on the man she knew would be
her's before too long whether he wanted it or not. Or maybe the man she was
about to fuck up and throw to the curve, the excitement had Cara considering
her options.

"Maybe I was wrong to say you were a rape waiting to happen. Maybe it would be
more appropriate to say you are a case of reconstructive surgery for any
doctor willing to pay. You still get a few mil for losing, don't ya babe?" She
pounded her gloves together. Steve raised an eyebrow. Was she no longer "into"
him? Had she given up the dream of ever having him as a lover, in favor of
having him as a more permanent punching bag? He certainly saw the change of
personality...no, she was just playing a mind game. A psi-op, as she loved to
do. Still, she had barely hit his face at all, was she calling her shots? He
guarded his face, deciding she would probably call a shot before reverting to
trickery. No, Cara didn't want to win through trickery, she wanted to beat him
despite her honesty.

He struck a few times, trying to find an opening in the cage Cara's arms
provided around herself. She had such big limbs, but they moved so easily in
defense, he was sort of amazed by how she did. He had seen her defend against
others on film, but from a first-person perspective it was...different.
Sublime.

She felt a lot of impact in his punches but didn't let him know that, deciding
to start boxing him if he wanted to box so badly. She let his hands impact her
forearms a few times then gave a vicious series of jabs to his body. He felt
them, he leaned over from feeling them so much. She smiled, exposing her
mouth-guard to her opponent as the pink-clad blonde wound up her arm for a
more devastating hit.

Steve tackled her, grabbing her around the midsection to defend his face
against the assault he knew she would unleash. The embrace had Julie playing
with her toy, increasing the intensity as Steve pressed his face into the
torso of this amazonian opponent, again getting a smell of her permeating
musk.

He dug his heels in and ran, trying to push her. It didn't work that great,
but he kept doing it anyway, exploding twice, waiting, and exploding again
moved her back, she may not have been off-balance per se but she was
definitely in a less advantageous position, he reached his hands down and
hooked them behind one of her knees, confident he could get her down and do
something after that.

Cara looked down in surprise, he somehow managed not to gas himself after
fighting this long. Maybe the fear was putting more energy in him, maybe it
was just the guy had more endurance than she remembered. Maybe he actually
trained some more into himself. She felt hands behind her knee and realized
his tackles were doing more than she suspected. She looked out in the audience
and saw Julie biting her lip and rhythmically shaking. She smiled at her,
before bringing up her elbow. She had a pretty developed set of trap muscles,
and her shoulders had had a lot of training as well. She could swing with some
real force, and did, focusing on the results of her success and penalties of
her possible failure when she brought her elbow down directly into Steve's
ribs.

Steve fell, his hands still behind her but his breath leaving his body. He had
forgotten how hard she could strike when she needed to, and that was just with
her limb, she could not have put her weight into it in any appreciable
capacity. Admittedly it wasn't blocked or parried, but it was directed at a
relatively strong part of his body and still came into him like a fucking
ballistic missile.

She took advantage of his damage, immediately following up with a knee. He
evaded slightly, but she was fast enough to change the path of her blow to
collide with his face despite the change in direction, her hard kneecap
collided with his nose and sent him flying back, his head flew back "Oh sorry
man. Did I smash your fucking nose? I bet that hurt way worse than when you
head-butted mine. I don't suppose it's fair, but I do love supplying pain to
wimpy guys like you."

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