The Tough Man Tamer Part 2
by Eddy - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest

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As you may recall from our previous installment, our heroine Camila Kovac (a
stunning brunette with long dark hair, standing 5'7" feet tall and packing 195
lbs of pure muscle and power), had reached a point in her life in which she
believed to be tougher than most men she had ever crossed. And so, she sent
out to prove it. She easily overpowered a rookie bodybuilder. She effortlessly
out-wrestled a champion arm-wrestler, whose thick arms were hardly a challenge
for a full body of pure female muscle. And finally, she playfully submitted a
gigantic masked luchador inside his own ring.

But of course, beating these men wasn't as satisfying as taming them later.
After their defeats, each of those men were helplessly aroused and infatuated
with the gorgeous powerhouse, who didn't hesitate in using them for her sexual
pleasure and recurrent fantasies. For Camila, it didn't get any better than
overpowering a man and then having him beg for her to take him and ravage him.
And so, Camila knew that her suspicions were true. She had grown so strong and
so tough, she could take on any man she wanted and have them at her feet,
begging for her body, longing for her to embrace them in her muscles and leave
them nearly breathless and painfully satisfied. She has been training non stop
to build up more strength with every single muscle of her beautifully large
and already strong body, while also trying to start a career as a personal
trainer.

And for her next challenge, she wanted to try her hand at one of the single
most bad-ass sports in history: boxing. And she wasn't going to be shy about
it. Hell no. She was going to dive into it head on and maximum difficulty.
Thanks to a very specific dating app, she had come across an interesting
profile in her area. Carl Holmes. An up and coming contender in the boxing
world. Recently he had been moved up one category from Welterweight to
Heavyweight after he gained more muscle mass than he should. In between
rescheduling of his fights, he arranged for a friendly sparring session with
Camila. And now it was time for this friendly showdown to begin.

As they met in Carl's usual gym, they both entered the ring with a smile and
covered in sweat workout clothes hiding their physiques. They greeted each
other and proceeded to remove their clothing and strip down to their sparring
gear. As Camila stripped down to her tight lycra shorts and sports bra, Carl
couldn't keep his eyes off her marvellous body. Sculpted, chiselled,
perfection. The perfect embodiment of what a woman should be. Thick, muscular
legs leading up to a peach shaped ass. Above, a muscle packed back that as she
turned, made way to her washboard, rock hard abs, located right below her
round, cannonball sized breasts. But even that couldn't match the beauty of
her face. Gorgeous as a young model, with a smile that drew him in even more.

"Well. What are you waiting for?" she teased as she noticed Carl staring at
her. "Come on, show me what you got underneath those loose clothes. Get your
gloves on." she added.

"Heh. I rarely say this but you look even better than your profile pic." he
replied as he started taking off his clothes as well. Not taking his eyes off
her. "You said you were pretty and pretty muscular. But now I'm thinking you
were selling yourself way too short."

"I also said I'm very strong. But that's not selling myself. More like warning
you." the muscular challenger replied as she put on her gloves.

In front of her, she was about to face a towering 6'1" ft tall black man
weighing over 230 lbs. Who was going to be continuously throwing punches and
jabs at her perfectly built female body. And as she stared up and down at the
thick glowing muscles of her opponent, she knew she had made the right choice
in him and he could very well provide her with a good time.

"How about we don't wear the helmets?" Carl suggested as he approached the
center of the ring where Camila was already standing. "I would never even
attempt to punch such a pretty face."

"OK. Sounds good." Camila replied confidently. "We'll focus the action around
our more resistant areas. Where there's more muscle." she added as she flexed
both her biceps to an astonishing peak.

"Whoah!" the astonished fighter replied as he also flexed back in response.
His muscles were slightly bigger than Camila's but not even as impressive.

"Nice. I see you also got big muscles. Let's see how strong they really are."
the confident amazon replied as she got into her fighting stance and began
leaping back and forth as a seasoned boxer.

Carl also assumed his fighting stance and both began circling around each
other. At first, both Carl and Camila would throw playful attempts at reaching
the other while the other would just shrug them off. They even exchanged some
flirtatious comments. Praising each other's looks. Joking at how they were
going to start easy so as not to hurt the other. Usual banter between a couple
who engages in this type of role-play. But Camila wasn't there for some
role-play, and as Camila began getting bored, she decided to take the
offensive.

"Enough playtime, stud. Here I go!" she announced.

She took a quick step forward and delivered a powerful punch at Carl's
midsection. Carl, who was caught completely off guard by Camila's speed and
power, bent forward slightly and staggered back.

"See? I told you I was very strong." the powerful muscular female said between
giggles. "Come on, let's kick this up a notch."

"Damn. That was some punch you got there." Carl answered as he regained his
breath. "Here I go." he added.

Carl took a step forward and once in range, attacked Camila's midsection with
moderate strength. Camila protected her midsection accordingly and was able to
stand without much effort a barrage of several punches that ended when the
strong female pushed her opponent back.

"Come on, you can do better than that." Camila told her opponent. "Punch me
harder. I wanna feel it next time."

"Wow. You're a real piece of work, babe." the boxer replied in surprise. "I'm
hitting you really hard. I'm not sure I wanna take it more serious than this."

"Oh, no problem then. Tell you what. I'm gonna hit you harder and harder until
you either start treating me seriously or get knocked out." the slightly
pissed off female powerhouse replied with a wicked grin.

And, the female pile of muscles lunged forward for a brutal attack. As the
male boxer protected his midsection, Camila's power fuelled punches repeatedly
smacked his thick and muscular forearms. After a long barrage of punches,
Camila took a couple of steps back and allowed the defensive boxer a minute to
recover.

"Let's call that level 2 of intensity." the muscular amazon announced. "I'll
give you some more seconds to shake off those battered arms. Then I'm going in
with level 3." she continued.

Carl was thanking God she had stopped her attack attack for a minute. His arms
were already aching from the punishment he was trying to endure. As soon as he
got the chance, he shook them to try to get the sensation back. His forearms
felt like they were on fire and trembling. How could this chick hit so hard
and still say she could go harder than that? As a boxer Carl had fought tough
welterweights and won most of his matches by overpowering the opponent. By
hitting harder and enduring more hits. He was used to this aching sensation on
his arms but usually after several rounds of hard fought back and forth
punches. To get to that point after one series of playful punching from a
chick was something completely new to him. And he was starting to worry about
just how strong this chick was. Sure, she was huge for a woman. Sure, her
bulging muscles were just as big as his. With better definition of course. But
still he would never have expected that level of raw punching power from a
woman. What was he going to do next? How much more of this could he take?

"Level 3. Here I go!" Camila announced as she resumed her stance and charged
forward with another powerful barrage of punches.

Carl once again braced for the impacts as Camila's punches struck even harder
than before. As he cringed his teeth, he tried his hardest to endure the rapid
fire punches that this female pile of muscles was dishing out. But as hard as
he tried to flex his muscles into the most solid state he could muster, the
growing pain sensation in his arms was increasing fast and approaching a state
of numbness. Camila's attacks were wearing him down and he knew it. Still he
was trying to hold on to prove himself that he could take this punishment and
survive another level. He wasn't going to be broken this easily by a woman. Or
at least that's what he envisioned.

As the pain grew into utter numbness of his superior extremities, the next
punch would swat the arms away from their defensive position. As that latest
punch swatted the arms away like two bottles on a shelf, Carl knew he had made
the wrong choice in not hitting Camila harder when she asked to. She was an
insanely capable fighter and ridiculously strong, and the punch that came
after that proved it even further. As Camila's next punch landed straight
between his abs and sternum, Carl fell to his knees and started coughing. Even
as hard as he flexed his ab muscles and as tough as his chest was from all the
training and fights, this woman drove him to the mat with just one well landed
punch. Camila took a few steps back and allowed Carl to stand up once more and
catch his breath.

"That was level 3." she boasted. "Take a minute to catch your breath. Then I'm
starting with level 4. Have you reconsidered hitting me harder now?" she
teased as she leaned on the ropes of the ring and bounced playfully.

Carl was starting to lose it. Not just his breath but his self control. He had
experienced first hand how hard Camila could hit. He actually couldn't recall
ever being hit so hard and so fast. Even in all of his matches. Actually, if
he took a couple more of those punches, he wasn't even going to recall his own
name. So after careful consideration, he decided to go for it. All out. He was
going to hit her seriously. To hit her as hard as he could. He had had enough.

"OK. Level 4. Here we go!" Camila announced as she took a step forward and
arched her back to deliver another devastating force.

But this time Carl wasn't going to give her the chance. As the adrenaline
flowed through him, his body tensed and it was almost as if he saw Camila's
muscles moving in slow motion. From her thigh muscles bouncing as her foot
landed on the mat to her back and arm muscles arching and extending to pump
raw power into the coming blow. Carl acted quickly and side stepped, dodging
the blow. Camila lost her footing for a while and Carl delivered a power
packed jab to her side. And then another two jabs immediately following.

"Ow!" Camila yelled. But it wasn't fully an expression of pain. More like
50/50 pain/pleasure. She enjoyed the sensation of being punched so hard. But
she enjoyed even more the fact that she could take it without any real harm.

The muscular amazon then shoved the angry male away. And once again called him
towards her with a playful hand gesture. Carl approached again ready to
deliver the beating of a lifetime. This time, the mighty female powerhouse
just raised her hands and stroked her hair sensually as Carl savagely battered
her rock hard abs with his fists. He continued the brutal rain of anger
fuelled punches impacting and bouncing off the unyielding muscle barricade
protecting Camila's stomach. While Carl's efforts to break the powerful woman
continued increasing in intensity, Camila continued to endure them as she
stroked her hair and bit her lips to keep herself from moaning.

"Yeah! Yeah! Go on! Hit me harder! As hard as you can! Break me if you can!
Break me!" she yelled at her would-be punisher.

However, it didn't last long, as Carl's arms began to feel heavier and
heavier, and he reached a point in which he couldn't keep up the pace. At that
point he just stopped. Dropped his arms. As his arm muscles wouldn't stop
spasming as he tried in vain to raise them. He just sighed and looked at the
unmovable woman with a look of resignation.

"I give." he uttered between sighs. "You're too strong. I can't beat you. I
can't even phase you no matter how hard I try. You're too much for me. Now
please leave and let's not talk about this to anyone." he concluded.

"What? No, Carl. No, no." Camila replied as approached the defeated male and
placed her hands on his shoulders. "You got the wrong idea of me. You think I
despise you because I'm stronger than you? Hell no! You think you're weak
because you couldn't take me? Ha! If that were the case, then I haven't met a
single strong man in all of my life. Because of all the men I've met, none
could beat me. I conquered them all. That's right. So don't feel bad about
yourself."

"I get it. Trust me. It's not hard to believe at all. It's just ... I never
would've expected to meet a woman like you. A woman who could do this." he
added.

"I'm incredible. I know." she teased as she removed the boxing gloves. "You
probably have seen other women this size." she said as she posed for Carl.
"With muscles as big or as toned as these." she added as she flexed her
biceps. "But to feel the strength that they pack is a whole different story,
right?" she added as she removed Carl's gloves and places his hands on her
chest muscles, which she made bounce.

Carl began caressing her sweaty bouncing chest muscles passionately. Then
moved on to her shoulders and arms. The muscular powerhouse then turned around
for the mesmerized man to admire her defined back muscles and trace them with
his roughened hands. He finally kneeled down to fully grasp and appreciate the
mass and definition of her muscular and insanely strong thighs. He grabbed
them passionately and verified they were even smoother and harder than he
imagined.

"Now that you're on your knees, I would like you to do something for me." the
muscular mistress cooed sensually.

"Yes. What?"

"I liked it when you punched me. It turned me on. I want you to punch me
again. With all the strength you got left in you ... In my pussy." she told
him as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her groin.

"What?" he asked in disbelief. "Are ... are you sure? You want me to punch you
in the pussy? With all I got? Like before?"

"Mmhhmm."

"Alright. Your wish is my command. Just tell me if it hurts. If you ask me to
stop I'll stop." he replied nervously.

"I doubt that will happen. But if you hear me moan, just punch harder till I'm
done."

And so, with a nervous smile, Carl began punching Camila in the pussy. He
started off not giving it his 100%. But as Camila kept moaning, he started
pouring on more power into the punches. And as Camila's moans became louder,
he added more speed and frequency. He was hitting Camila's groin like it was a
punching bag. A punching bag he was trying to demolish. But it was nothing
that the horny muscular woman wasn't ready for. She welcomed all that power
and speed. Every blow to her clitoris tickled her pleasure points and kept
intensifying until she let loose a loud moan as she climaxed.

She then grabbed Carl's arms to stop him as she kneeled in front of him and
landed a passionate long and deep kiss on his lips. And so, they started
kissing. With tongues back and forth and hands groping each other's muscles
and spreading sweat all over their bodies. Finally the kissing stopped and the
lovers backed enough to let some free space in between them.

"You did great, babe. I had never tried that with anyone. Thank you." the
pleased mistress told him with a big sensuous smile.

"And you were a completely new experience for me as well." the still shocked
boxer replied. "And speaking of experiences, I wanted to ask something of you.
I hope you don't mind."

"I don't believe I will. What is it?"

"I would like you to hit me in the stomach with all your strength. Just one
punch. I want to see just how strong you really are." he replied.

"Heh. Alright, I will." the mighty amazon replied. "But I gotta warn you. You
have an idea of how strong I am. This may hurt for several days." she warned
him as both of them stood up and assumed positions.

"I know. But I gotta know. We've gotten this far. Might as well take it all
the way now." Carl said between deep breaths.

"Here I go then." Camila said as she got into position.

She inhaled deeply. Once again, Carl saw her movements as if it were in slow
motion. First a step forward. The force of the blow building from the ground
up. Shaking the calves and thigh muscles as it coursed through them. Then
going through mid section and the abs turned. And finally moving through all
the muscles in her thick right arm to produce a man shattering punch. As
Camila's fist rammed into Carl's hardened abs, the force of the blow shook him
to his core as he felt the pain in all of his body instantly. It also pushed
him backwards, slightly lifting him off the ground as he lost his footing and
landed on his back. Finally, it all went dark as he lost consciousness.

Camila did her best to try to wake him but was unsuccessful. Even she wasn't
sure how much power she could pack into a punch. And after seeing this result,
after knocking out a heavyweight boxer, she knew she was as ready as she could
be to move it up to the end boss. A man she wanted to beat and tame ever since
she was 22 years old and barely started hitting the weights five years ago.

Back then she was just a young girl who wanted to build some muscle, look good
and be strong. She was already stronger than the average man. But her road was
just beginning. And it was during this period that she got word that a new
circus was in town and one of the main attractions was a five time winner of
The Strongest Man in the World contest. She very much wanted to see him
performing live. And so, she bought her ticket and sat through the whole show
awaiting eagerly to see him perform his feats.

Balthazar Samson was a huge man. A towering behemoth. Standing 6' 11" feet
tall and weighing 450 lbs he was the biggest, most massive man most people had
ever laid eyes on. With his long wavy hair, he paid homage to the hero Samson
from whom he took his name. He was wearing a short leather skirt and sandals
such as legendary heroes of myth. As soon as he stepped out the crowd roared
and cheered. His performance included several popular feats of strength and
some interesting ones. He began with a show of ripping phone books in half. He
then moved on to lifting large dumbbells which he claimed weighed 320 lbs.
with one hand. Finally, he squatted a large bar with tires that totalled up to
1000 lbs. for 8 repetitions. By the end, as the crowd chanted each repetition,
he pressed the bar over his head with one mighty push and finally dropped it.
The banging impact against the floor shook the whole place. The crowd went
nuts.

But the crowning moment of the evening was when he offered five hundred
dollars to anyone who could challenge and beat him in a feat of strength of
the challenger's choice. For almost a minute the place went silent. No one
dared stand from their seat and challenge the intimidating giant. That was
until Camila, a then young and inexperienced strong woman wannabe stepped up
and took the proud titan's challenge. As she proudly walked towards the center
stage, she removed her jacket, exposing her already jacked arms. As the crowd
cheered and clapped, the giant welcomed her and asked what would be her
challenge of choice.

Back then, Camila was pretty confident in her prowess to perform different
feats one after the other. And she was betting on Samson being tired after his
displays of power. So she challenged him to a small triathlon of feats. First,
squats. Then, walking with the same weight on their back and shoulders.
Finally, overhead presses. She suggested a weight of 250 lbs for this. Samson
agreed and challenge was on.

As the circus announcer refereed the trials, they both started out squatting
twelve reps with the selected weights. Camila finished her series almost two
seconds before Samson and started taking the steps to walk the agreed distance
with the weights on. However, as each step was starting to feel more
challenging, Samson walked past her with an egotistical smile. He seemed to
walk with much ease even with the weight they were carrying. Samson took the
lead and finished the three overhead press repetitions they had agreed. Camila
struggled after the first repetition. She was encouraged to quit if she
couldn't handle it. But even if it took her more time, and significantly more
effort, she managed to complete the set. And for that, even though she hadn't
actually won the challenge, she was recognized by Samson and the crowd as a
true contender and a freakishly strong woman.

One would think that was the end of her experience with Balthazar Samson, but
it wasn't. After the show ended and everyone had left, she convinced the
security staff to let her visit the manly mammoth in his dresser trailer. Once
inside she threw herself completely at the massive hunk. She jumped and
wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on him. But Samson didn't
seem to kiss her back. In fact, he pushed her back almost immediately. He told
her he didn't want anything to do with her. But Camila was horny for him. Very
much aroused. She took the rejection playfully and pushed him against the wall
and started kissing his massive and rock hard pecs. But once again, Samson
pushed her away. Camila insisted. Samson's rejections only seemed to turn her
on even more. And so, the one sided struggle continued until Samson laid out a
hurting humiliation.

"You're too young for me!" he said. "I don't like little girls like you." he
added. "No matter how much you can lift. I want a more mature woman. Sorry."

And those words hurt Camila deep. She stormed out of that dresser. And for
years now she has been training every day harder and harder with the single
goal of finding Balthazar Samson and humiliating him back for how he rejected
her and called her an immature girl. She had learned how to best many tough
men at their own game. And then had them at her feet. The time had come. She
was ready to face her Moby Dick. Balthazar Samson was performing one of his
acts at a nearby city. And she was certainly going to attend that venue and
show him how much of a woman she had become.

That night. In front of a fully packed circus arena, the giant, massive man
was boasting his self appointed title of World's Strongest Man by performing
feats of almost superhuman strength. Wearing an animal print unitard, such as
those worn by classic strongmen performers, he stood in the middle of the
arena as his army of assistants were moving around his equipment. And before
the show began he even went as far as issuing a challenge, as was his custom.

"Today you will all bear witness of how strong a man can be if he trains as
hard as he can all of his life!" he announced. "I personally guarantee that
you paid tonight to see the world's strongest man perform. But ... " he
paused. "If anyone wants to challenge me and manages to out-lift me, I will
personally pay that man. Out of my own pocket. $50,000 in cash."

As he yelled out his challenge, the crowd went nuts in applause and chanting
his name. They were all excited to see what astonishing feats he had to
perform. Camila had thought about this moment for years. She already knew what
she was gonna say when she challenged him.

"What if a woman out-lifts you?" she thought to herself. That was the perfect
comeback to use against his macho bullshit. And after she out-lifted him, that
was gonna be the perfect way to humiliate him back. However, plans often get
interrupted and thrown off track by unexpected events. Such as another man
from the audience yelling before her.

"I accept the challenge!" yelled a figure from among the crowd. A large
figure. A massive sized bodybuilder, probably weighing over 300 lbs got up
from his seat and started walking gallantly towards the center of the arena.

"Great! Come on down here, pal." Balthazar replied as he signalled him to come
over. "Looks like we got ourselves a mighty challenger."

"You got two!" Camila yelled from the other side of arena as she stood up from
her seat.

The crowd turned around in shock as they saw a woman issuing such a challenge
to not one but two hulking giants. They all clapped and cheered as the
towering amazon, still hiding her chiselled muscular physique under sweatpants
and hooded jacket stood up and proudly marched towards the arena to stand in
front of the two bulging men.

"Well, welcome as well, lady. Step down here as well please." Balthazar
invited.

And there she stood in front of the two bulging monsters, who couldn't help
but look down on her at first. Camila checked them out as quickly as they
checked her out. With her 5'7" height and astounding 230 lbs of weight after
rigorous training, she seemed at a disadvantage. Not only in the eyes of her
male opponents, but also in the eyes of the audience. That was until she began
removing the excess clothes on her.

The crowd once again went nuts cheering and whistling at the sight of her
removing her loose clothes and revealing her muscular and massive form. After
losing those sweat clothes she was left with only skin tight lycra animal
print mini-shorts and a matching animal print skin tight top piece that not
only shaped her feminine curves as a second skin, but also drew more attention
towards her bulging muscles. Camila even went as far as doing some light
posing for the crowd, who continued to cheer for the brave amazonian beauty.

"Alright," Balthazar interrupted the cheering "let's go over the rules to this
challenge. It's quite simple, actually. I will perform a feat of strength.
Then you try to match it. If you match it, you propose the next feat. Can be
adding more weight, more reps. However you want. Agreed?"

"Agreed." both challengers answered.

"So, please tell the audience your names, stats and a brief back-story
please."

"Well, my name is Richard Ross. I'm a powerlifter and former bodybuilder. I'm
6'3" and weigh at 310 lbs. And really looking forward to winning this."

"And I'm Camila Kovac. I'm 5'7" and 230 lbs of gorgeous powerful muscle. I've
done pretty much everything muscle related, from bodybuilding to wrestling and
boxing. And this isn't my first time challenging you, in case you don't
remember. I'm here for a rematch."

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