GUNHILD HUMILATES AN IDIOT AT THE GYM 
by Hamlet



The clang of weights filled the room as Gunhild Bolstad made her way through
it. The Pure Gym in Nottingham was not crowded at this time of the day, 10.30
in the morning.

Gunhild was on her own today, she was dressed in skin-tight shiny black
spandex pants and a small, cut off top that exposed her hard, flat stomach and
fingerless leather gloves

. This was not the usual neighbourhood gym, filled with aerobic bunnies
bouncing all over the place wearing designer clothes, it was more of a
hardcore lifters' gym which offered few if any aerobics classes. Most of the
cardiovascular training came from exercise bikes, treadmills, and stairmasters
scattered around the room.

As Gunhild looked around the room, she saw Gordon Clelland making his way
toward her.

"Oh, no, here comes Mr. Tough Guy himself." she thought in her language
Norselandic.

"�...a, nei, her kemur herra straakur sjaalfur."

"Just what I need, to waste time with this jerk!".

'Akkurat det jeg trenger for aa kaste bort tid med dette rykket!"

Gordon was a gigantic pain. He was a financial consultant who fancied himself
to be in the same class as most of the other people who used this gym, but he
was not. Beginners who were serious about working hard and improving were
accepted with open arms here, but Gordon had managed to annoy most of the
regulars with his cocky attitude, and lack of form.

"Hi, there, Gunhild babe!" he said. How he even knew he name surprised
Gunhild, because after seeing him in action she had stayed as far from him as
possible.

"You look like you need a partner. I'd be glad to fill in.".

"No thanks, Gordon. I'm just going to do a few things and go home." Gunhild
answered.

"Oh, come on, don't be so high and mighty. You need someone to spot you, and
I'm here. Why not let me help?" Gordon said.

Gunhild really did need to do a heavy workout, so reluctantly she agreed.

"Let's start with the bench press." she said. "You are first." she continued.

Gordon put 180 pounds on the bar and slid under it. He had never lifted that
much before, but he couldn't be outdone by this Norse Woman. Gordon struggled
with it, but eventually completed seven reps, nearly dropping the bar on the
last one. Gunhild had grabbed it to help make sure he controlled it.

"My turn, that is a nice warmup weight" Gunhild said, rubbing it in just a
bit. She slid onto the bench and easily cranked out fifteen reps with that
weight, without even breathing hard. She decided not to be like Gordon.
Gunhild popped another 20 pounds on the bar and started cranking out more
reps. The bar rose and fell easily as the muscular woman controlled the
weight, her thick chest rising and falling as she pumped the 200 pounds. She
finished three sets at that weight, and asked Gordon if he wanted to try it.

"Sure, I'll give it a go." he said. Gordon climbed on the bench and tried to
lift the weight. He struggled to make two reps before Gunhild had to grab the
bar and place it back on the rack.

"How does it feel to be outlifted by a woman?" Gunhild smiled.

Gordon mumbled something and moved on to the next exercises. "I need to do
some dumbbell curls," Gunhild said. Gordon followed her to the dumbbell rack.
Gordon picked up two thirty-pound dumbbells and started doing curls. His
biceps were not bad for somebody who had not been lifting long.

When he had finished his set, Gunhild just to irritate him a little more, said
"Hand those to me, I need to warm up before I start to really lift."

She effortlessly pumped out a set of fifteen with each arm and handed the
dumbbells back to Gordon. Gunhild reached into the rack and selected 45
pounders. She began to do curls with them. Her biceps began to swell and
expand as she pumped the weight. When she had finished the set, it was obvious
that her arms were much bigger than his. They finished the rest of the workout
in silence with Gunhild outperforming Gordon at every station.

She constantly chided the so-called tough guy about the amount of weight he
used at every station.

Gordon then surprised Gunhild by asking her for a date. She politely turned
him down but allowed him to accompany her to lunch after the workout. Gunhild
had very little to say to him, and the conversation lagged as they ate in
silence. Gunhild the left to get on with the rest of her day.

it was two days before Gunhild returned to the gym.

"That must have been some date you had!" one of her friends said as she
entered the gym dressed like she had been on her previous trip. Gunhild always
wore this type of clothing to workout in because she hated to have sweaty
clothes sticking to her body, so she kept clothing to a minimum when working
out.

"What are you talking about?" Gunhild asked.

"Your date with Gordon Clelland. He's telling everybody you had a date with
him, and from what he is implying, it got pretty hot."

"Why that little weasel. I'll wring his neck. Where is he?"

"He's in the back room. He had to know that you would not be happy with him,
and he may be hiding out."

Gunhild stormed through the gym. The back room was set up for combat arts
training. There was a small ring, and several heavy bags and speed bags
hanging there. Since Gunhild had recently been learning how to box, she had
been using that room more and more. She also practiced her wrestling
techniques in that room. When she

entered there was no one but Gordon Clelland there.

"What the hell have you been telling people?" Gunhild demanded. "I never went
on a date with you. I don't even like you. I simply let you sit next to me at
lunch the other day, now I come back and hear that we had a 'hot' date."

"Calm down, Gunhild." Gordon said. "I didn't say that we had a date, these
people are interpreting what I said incorrectly."

"Why should they have to interpret it at all! Why did you feel the need to
even mention my name at all? I want you to go out there and set the record
straight. Right now!" Gunhild stormed.

"I'll tell you what," Gordon replied. "You're supposed to be a bigtime Norsi
musclewoman and wrestler, I'll arm-wrestle and wrestle you for a date. I win
you go out with me; you win, I'll go out and claim that I was misunderstood.
Is that fair enough."

"Let's go! I'm going to teach you a lesson, smart guy." Gunhild growled. She
locked the door and headed for a small table that was in a corner of the room.
She sat down and put her right arm up on the table. Gordon sat down opposite
her, and they gripped hands.

"1,2,3, go!" Gunhild counted off. Gordon immediately put everything he had
into trying to force the Norselandic blonde's arm down, trying to use his
height advantage for leverage. Gunhild's arm barely moved. A slight smile
flitted across her face as she started to force Gordon's arm down. Her biceps
bulged into a huge, hard, ball as she slowly forced Gordon's hand toward the
tabletop. One last surge and she slammed his hand to the table.

"You lose, do you want to try left-handed?" Gunhild asked. Gordon was a little
shaken, but he didn't say anything, he just put his left arm up on the table.
Gunhild repeated

the count off process and once again Gordon tried to force her arm down with
the

leverage generated by his extra height. This time Gunhild did not even play
with

him, her big biceps flexed, and she drove Gordon's hand smacking into the top
of

the table.

"0 for 2." Gunhild said. You don't really want to wrestle me, do you?" she
asked.

"You bet I do; I'm going to beat you and you're going on a date with me!"
Gordon exclaimed.

Gunhild leaped into the makeshift ring. It looked like a mismatch as she was
physically bigger than him. Gordon was 5'10" and weighed about one hundred
eighty pounds.

Gunhild was 6' and weighed one hundred ninety pounds. Gunhild had already
demonstrated that she was much stronger than him. She was all muscle. And It
made her look even bigger that her 6'. She stood there in her sleeveless top
with boulders of muscle for shoulders, and biceps the were now inflated to
immense size. Her legs were twenty-three inches of rock-hard bulging muscle.

In contrast, Gordon was decently built but still had a small roll of flab
around his middle that he had been unable to get rid of. They were both now in
the makeshift ring, circling each other.

Gordon charged Gunhild trying to force her against the ropes, but Gunhild
caught him and tossed Gordon over her head. He hit the mat with a thud. Gordon
got slowly to his feet. He charged again with his arms outstretched. Gunhild
grabbed his arm and whipped him into the ropes. When he bounced off, she
caught him and lifted him over her head and powerslammed him to the floor.

Before Gordon could react, Gunhild sat down behind him and wrapped her python
like legs around his body and began to squeeze. Gordon tried to struggle but
the power of her twenty-three-inch steel thighs was cutting him in half. As
his air was forced from his lungs and his ribs began to bend dangerously,
Gordon began to fade. As his struggles got weaker and weaker, Gunhild released
his body and slammed his head, face first between her thighs. Gordon wound up
with his face pressed against her crotch and his head between her powerful
legs.

Once again, Gunhild began to bear down. Gordon thought his head would split
open as the pressure mounted. His face was pressed deep into her crotch,
Gordon could feel the heat and the wet spot that was forming there. Gunhild
rubbed herself against his face as she continued to work the head scissors.
She too could feel the heat and wetness spreading. As she continued to work on
the scissors, she rubbed herself against his nose. A powerful orgasm hit her,
and as it did, her hold on Gordon's head tightened as the huge muscles of her
thighs pumped up.

When it was over, Gordon was out. Gunhild had knocked him out with her head
scissors. She rolled away from Gordon and got to her feet. She picked up a
towel and began wiping off as she climbed out of the ring.

"No date for him. I guess I won't have to worry about Gordon Clelland
anymore." Gunhild thought as she moved toward the door. Gunhild was taking her
time leaving.

As she reached for the lock; she felt a hand on her shoulder. As she half
turned

was half spun around, Gordon's fist blasted into her belly. Gunhild was not
ready

for the punch and the only thing that saved her was that her strong abdominal

muscles. To Gordon it felt like punching a tyre.

Gunhild staggered back a step and then deliberately backed away from him.

"HAVEN'T YOU HAD ENOUGH?" she asked.

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