When push comes to shove: Part 2
by M.C.
Two university athletic stars - a man and a woman - square off


Christi Miller smiled up at her larger opponent and said,"O.K. big boy, let's
get it on." Ken Roberts obliged by throwing a hard punch at her but the
surprisingly quick woman blocked it easily. The beautiful blond countered by
flicking three short, sharp left jabs to Ken's face. When another wild right
hook sailed harmlessly over her head, Christi landed three more in rapid
succession, then followed those up with a solid right cross to his jaw, the
force of which snapped his head back. "Wheeee, this is going to be fun," she
squealed. After besting him in yet another exchange, the athletic woman backed
up a few steps and began dancing on the balls of her feet,"come on tough guy,
show me what you've got."

The 245 pound football star, with his gridiron buddies and cheerleader
girlfriend edging him on, now advanced against her. His plan was to drive her
back into one of the corners, pin her against the ropes and just pound away at
her with his superior strength. Ken wanted to put an end to this as quickly as
possible. Christi, bouncing up and down in front of him (her pretty, shoulder
length blond hair bouncing up and down with her) seemed totally unconcerned by
his manuevering though. "Trying to corner me eh?" she calmly said.  When Ken
came within range of her fists Christi quickly lashed out at him. POW!, POW!
POW! With cat-like quickness she landed several punches which the larger but
slower man seemed unable to block. Christi then gracefully danced away while
continuing to taunt him."What's the matter Kennyboy, am I too fast for you?
Maybe I should slow down a little bit to give you a fair chance; tee, hee,
hee."

Furious now, Ken threw another wild series of punches at Christi which she
skillfully blocked or avoided; then countered with a hard right uppercut to
his jaw. By now one thing was becoming very obvious, Ken - despite his size
and strength - was no boxer; and Christi clearly was. Though he had been in
many fights in his life Ken, being a bully, had little experience in the finer
techniques of actual boxing. Most of his fights usually consisted of him
throwing a few hard punches at his smaller and weaker opponents after which
they usually either gave up or ran away. Now however, Ken's
previous advantages of size and strength were neutralized as this girl was
nearly as strong as he was and much, much quicker. In addition to that,
Christi was both an experienced boxer and seemed to be totally without fear.
Ken, the intimidating bully, now found the tables turned on him - the
intimidator was now being intimidated...by a beautiful girl. "Oh come on now
Kennyboy," Christi teased," can't you at least give me a half-way decent
workout?"

POW! POW! POW!  Three more rapid left jabs to Ken's face drove him back. Such
was the speed of this strong, athletic female that she seemed to be able to
hit the slower man whenever she wanted to and easily avoid his attempts to
strike back. To make matters even worse for the befuddled football player, she
was in much better condition than he was; something that became more apparent
as their battle wore on."Getting a little tired are we?" Christi laughed after
noticing that he was breathing hard," I'm just getting warmed up."Ken lunged
at her and threw a wild right hook but the beautiful blond calmly ducked under
it."I hate to say this to you honeybunch  but you're proving to be a rather
big disappointment. I really was expecting a much tougher challenge from an
All - American football star."  POW! POW! POW!

Since this was not an 'official' fight, there were no referees or rounds. It
was just Ken against Christi (or mano al womano as she liked to call it)
boxing in the ring until one of them dropped. After several minutes of
fighting, one thing had become obvious to just about everyone watching, Ken
Roberts was in trouble...big trouble; and most of the crowd loved it.

"Come on big boy," - POW, POW, POW ! - "are you gonna let a girl beat you up?"
- POW, POW, POW ! Christi's fists flew so fast at him that Ken was unable to
stop them; and her constant teasing increased - as it was intended to do - his
exasperation. Whenever he tried to hit her, this amazing girl would either
block, duck or simply bat down his punches; then quickly counter with her own.
It was becoming a massacre.

"Kennish!  What in the hell is the matter with you?" Ken's girlfriend Karen
screamed from the sidelines."Kill that fat bitch!"

"That's right Kennish," Christy teased; mimicking Karen's high pitched voice,
"kill me." She tactfully ignored Karen's 'fat bitch' comment. Christi knew she
would get even with Karen - in her own time, in her own way.

Furious now, the mighty gridiron star charged forward throwing caution to the
wind. Though tiring, Ken threw dozens of hard punches at his elusive opponent
in the hopes that one of them would land, end the fight and restore  his
tattered reputation. It was a tactic as nobel as it was futile. Anticipating 
this, the 225 pound muscular girl backed up and gracefully danced around the
ring; deftly deflecting his wild, desperate blows. Whenever she had an opening
Christi fired off a few punches of her own which, unlike Ken's wild haymakers,
almost always found their mark. Not only was she connecting frequently, but
her blows had a surprising amount of power behind them. Christi seemed to be
getting stronger as Ken weakened.

After ten minutes of fighting Ken's face began to resemble an apple that had
been left outside in the hot sun for several days. Parts of it were puffed up
and swollen, other parts were badly bruised. As his desperate attack waned,
Christi took to the offensive, striking her seemingly helpless opponent almost
at will. The once mighty football player was now reduced to just trying to
protect himself against her blows; something he was finding increasingly
difficult to do as Christi's fists relentlessly rained down on him. "Gee
Kennyboy, you make such a lovely punching bag; tee, hee, hee."

The beautiful blond skillfully maneuvered the large man back into the corner
where his girlfriend and football buddies watched in shock. "Hey there Karen,"
Christi called out to the stunned girl as she playfully toyed with her 245
pound boyfriend, "how does it feel to be dating such a wimp? Not bad for a
'fat bitch', eh?" Christi stopped pounding Ken for a few moments and put her
hands on her hips; she knew that Ken was no longer able to do anything other
than cower in the corner. Staring down at the other football players she said
in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear," perhaps one of you rough, tough
macho men would like to come up here and take Kenny's place for a little
while? I'm afraid the poor boy has run out of gas. He could use a little help
from his friends."

Not one of them said a word. After watching how easily Christi was destroying
the strongest player on the football team none of them had the courage to
accept her challenge."Well? You mean to say that not one of you big, strong
football players is brave enough to come up here and fight little ole me? A
meek little girl?" They all just stood there with their heads bowed down and
then slowly began making their way towards the exit. Karen stormed out of the
gym with tears in her eyes. Christi sighed as she turned her attention back to
Ken who hadn't moved from the corner.  "Oh well Kennyboy, it seems as if your
so-called friends as well as your fickle girlfriend are abandoning you. So
let's continue this little fight of ours shall we?"

POW! POW! POW! Christi resumed her attack on her nearly helpless opponent with
three more solid punches. As she pounded away at him practically everyone in
the crowd began to cheer loudly for large, strong  woman. Though nobody had
really expected this to happen, they were overjoyed by what they saw -
the beautiful, sexy Christi was using the tough, macho Ken for target
practice...and they loved every minute of it.

After another minute or so Christi stopped punching the beaten man and took a
step back to admire her handywork. Ken, his face battered and with numerous
welts and bruises all over the upper part of his body, was leaning back
against the ropes in the corner; his once powerful arms hanging uselessly over
the sides. He was finished. As Christi smiled down at him Sally, a friend of
hers who was a photographer for the university's newspaper, pushed her way
forward to the front of the crowd. "Hey Chrissi, how about a picture for the
paper?"

"Great idea Sally! How about this pose?" The muscular girl reached over and
grabbed Ken underneath the chin. She then pulled him away from the corner; he
was too badly beaten at this point to offer any resistance. Still holding him
firmly (actually her glove under his chin was about the only thing keeping Ken
on his feet) Christi cocked back her right fist, turned towards her friend and
flashed her prettiest smile.

"Wonderful Chrissi," Sally laughed as she snapped the photo. "Now, how about
the knockout?"

"Coming right up Sal...ready?"

"You go girl."

WHAM ! Christi hit Ken with a mighty right cross to the jaw that sent the
battered man spinning around several times before he collapsed on his back in
the center of the ring. The incredible woman then majestically strode over to
where he lay, put her right foot on his chest and flexed her massive 18 inch
biceps for the cheering crowd while her friend continued to snap away.
Looking down at her humiliated opponent Christi blew him a kiss, giggled and
said," do you remember what I said to you earlier Kennyboy?" She then turned
around and wiggled her ass in front of him. "You'll be kissing this before I'm
through with you today." Staring up at her, the once mighty Ken, his body
broken, his reputation destroyed, began to wimper like a small child."That's
all right honeybunch," Christi cooed at the pathetic form that lay beneath
her,"mommy's going to take good care of her little Kennyboy; tee hee, hee."

Flush with her victory the powerful female stood over Ken's supine form for
several more minutes, smiling and waving to her adoring fans. It was a sight
few of them would ever forget. Then, she reached down, grabbed Ken by the
wrists and dragged him over to the edge of the boxing ring. Christi climbed
out and, after Sally unlaced and removed her gloves, removed Ken's. Grabbing
him firmly by the wrists again, this incredible woman flipped him over so that
he was now lying on his stomach. She then yanked the helpless man forward,
bent over and hoisted his 245 pound body up over her right shoulder. Wrapping
her muscular arms around his ankles, the beautiful Christi smiled to the still
cheering spectators as she left the boxing gym and began making her way to her
dorm room.

As she walked through the university campus with the large football player
dangling over her shoulder, Christi smiled at the surprised students she
passed along the way."Probably never seen a muscular girl before," she giggled
to herself. Despite the severe beating she gave him, even Ken was finally
forced to admit - to himself at least - that Christi was amazing. How else
could she support his weight and walk so effortlessly? "Where did you learn to
fight like that?" he finally got up the nerve to ask.

"Oh, I took a few boxing lessons once. A girl has to be able to defend herself
you know." Christi smiled to herself and said," I'll bet you didn't know that
I'm the new heavyweight boxer on the university's team."

"You are ? I thought Steve Miller was the heavyweight boxer."

"You're quite right about that Kenny," she giggled," he *was*...until the day
before yesterday when I gave that pompous, chauvinistic jerk the royal ass
whipping he deserved." Christi paused for a moment to scratch her nose, then
continued walking and casually added," I hear he'll be getting out of the
hospital in another day or two."

"Why did you have to beat him up so badly?"

"He was dating a friend of mine and slapped her around pretty good. Nobody
treats a friend of mine that way. Since Steve won't be able to fight for quite
awhile, I decided to replace him on the boxing team. At first the coach was
against the idea but after we had a little *talk* (giggle) he changed his
mind."

Ken recalled seeing the boxing coach the day before - with a black eye and a
badly swollen jaw.

 When Christy reached her building, the powerful Amazon easily walked up the
two flights of stairs, entered her room and locked the door behind her. She
plopped Ken down on her bed and sat down next to him. "Well Kennyboy, alone at
last."

"Wha - what are you going to do to me now ?" he asked, his fear clearly
evident in his voice.

"Whatever I want big boy, whatever I want. I beat you fair and square, now
you're mine. You know - the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest; that
sort of thing."

Christi rose from the bed and walked over to her full-length mirror. She stood
in front of it for a few seconds and admired her amazing body; the result of
years of intensive weight training. Then she flexed her awesome biceps."Kenny,
come here," she said softly. When he remained on the bed she turned around
and, in a much firmer tone of voice asked,"do you want me to beat you up
again?" He slowly shook his head. "Then get your ass over here...NOW !"
Meekly, he did as he was told. Christi  gazed back into the mirror again as he
came up behind her.

Though the six-foot four inch, 245 pound football player towered over the
six-foot two inch, 225 pound woman, Christi wasn't the least bit worried about
him giving her any trouble. She knew that she had completely broken his spirit
in the boxing ring. He may still be a hulk on the outside, but inside he was
shattered. Gone forever was his macho bluster and arrogant self-
righteousness; the beautiful girl had completely beaten that out of him.

"Well big boy, since about the only thing you managed to do to me today in our
little fight was mess up my hair, take my hairbrush from the dresser and start
brushing it back into shape; pronto!" Though he knew she was humiliating him,
Ken had no choice but to comply. She had broken him; and they both knew it.
Ken picked up her hairbrush and with tears running down his cheeks, slowly
began to stroke her beautiful blond hair. Christi stood there with her hands
on her hips; relishing the complete dominiation she had over him. She smiled
up at his reflection in the mirror." You're mine you big hunk," she thought to
herself and giggled,"you're all mine."

For the next five minutes the mighty woman stood there while Ken meekly
brushed her hair. "Kennyboy," she asked in her cutest voice,"don't you think
my hair is pretty? " Afraid of what she might do to him if he didn't give her
the answer she wanted to hear, the humiliated football player mumbled a barely
audible "yes". Christi then reached back and with the thumb and forefinger of
her strong right hand pinched a bit of Ken's stomach. "And you like brushing
my hair, don't you?" She pinched harder. "Yes," he blurted out. "Goodie. Then
this is what we're going to do honeybunch. Every morning at 7:30 sharp you're
to be here. You'll then brush my hair and tell my how pretty I look. If you're
late then I will have to punish you, understand?" Christi pinched harder
still. "Yes!" he cried out,"please stop this, you're hurting me."

"Ooooh, my poor baby," she teased as she released her grip,"sometimes I forget
just how soft you men are; tee, hee, hee." When she felt she had made her
point, Christi told Ken he could put down her hairbrush. Then, remembering the
promise she made to him earlier, the beautiful woman removed her boxing shorts
and panties. She bent over in front of him so that her posterior was now
staring Ken in the face."Now Kenny, it's time for you to kiss my *fat* ass."

"I - I can't do this."

"You can and you will loverboy. Because if you don't I'm going to take you
down to the student union right this minute and spank you in front of
everybody there; and you know I can do it. Do you think one single NFL team
will draft you once word of that gets out? "

"Christi, you can't do this to me."

"Oh stop your whinning crybaby. I'm actually being very lenient with you. When
I said you'd be kissing my ass, I said it in public. You're getting off easy,
you only have to do it here. Now Kennyboy, either kiss my ass or else face the
consequences!"

"Christi....please."

"Just do it you whimp!"

Swallowing what was left of his pride, the once mighty football star bent over
and put his lips to Christi's buttocks. Reluctantly, he kissed it. "Well now
Kenny, that really wasn't all that difficult was it?" Christi was still bent
over in front of him. Her head almost touched the floor and she was looking up
at Ken through her muscular thighs."Kenny," Christi said in a softer tone of
voice," kiss it again." He did...somewhat less reluctantly than the first
time. "And again please," she was almost whispering now and Ken did it without
any hesitation. "And again..."

Later that night in Christi's bed:

"What's bothering you my big, strong, georgeous hunk of man?"

"Christi, you beat me up so badly I don't think I'll be able to play in the
game this Saturday. It's the biggest game of the season and if we win, we'll
be conference champions. I honestly don't know how we can beat these guys if I
can't play."

The powerful woman thought it over for a few moments, then giggled to herself.
"Kennyboy, I wouldn't worry your silly head about that now. I think I may have
a solution to that problem..."

Epilogue: Saturday afternoon

The fans cheered wildly as the victorious football team carried the hero  of
the game off the field on their shoulders. It was a tremendous victory
which gave them their first conference title in twenty years. Not only did
their All-American defensive right tackle completely overpower the
opposing linemen and sack their quarterback for a school record seven times
but, when the team's star runningback twisted his ankle late in the crucial
fourth quarter with the team trailing by three points, Ken Roberts even
volunteered to take his place on offence. With less than a minute to play this
phenominal athlete took a handoff from the quarterback at his own thirty-yard
line and literally plowed through the entire opposing team - flattening
players left and right along the way - for the game winning seventy-yard
touchdown run.

The players carried him into the locker room and when the doors were locked,
so that nobody from the outside could see, the hero of the game removed *her*
helmut; letting her pretty blond hair fall down across her shoulders. "Thanks
guys," Christi said and laughed," that sure was fun. I think I'll go out for
the team next year." The beautiful woman then kissed each and every one of the
players - even the ones she had humiliated at the boxing gym during her fight
with Ken - before making her way over to the large man in street clothes
standing quietly off to the side.

"Well Kenny, we did it; we won the conference championship." Christy put her
muscular arms around him and gave her lover a long, passionate kiss. "I'm
sorry you weren't able to play today; I guess I was a bit too rough on you in
that little fight of ours."

" That's perfectly O.K. honey," Ken humbly replied,"we couldn't possibly have
beaten that team if you hadn't been in the lineup. You're absolutly amazing!"

"Oh Kennyboy, you're too kind, tee, hee, hee. But you know flattery will get
you everywhere with me." She bent down and lifted her boyfriend up in arms.
"Come on honeybunch, let's go home and celebrate our victory; and you can
start by kissing my you-know-what..."

Ken Roberts smiled as Christi carried him home. Though it had been a confusing
and sometimes difficult week for him, Ken knew that he was now where he
belonged; in the mighty arms of his girlfriend. He felt no shame as she held
him and walked home; only love and admiration for her. When they approached
their new apartment Karen, Ken's ex-girlfriend, obediently opened the door for
them. As part of her punishment, Karen would have to do that - as well as
several other chores which Christi stipulated - for the next two months.

Christi tossed Ken onto their large queen-sized bed She undressed quickly and
sat on top of him with her massive buttocks directly above his head. 
Before she allowed him to make love to her Ken would have to kiss Christi's
ass as a sign of her total supremacy over him. It was a ritual he would be
preforming innumerable times throughout their long and happy life together. 
Every now and then Christi would mention to Ken about that day in the hallway
when they first met. They would have a good laugh together when she reminded
him that when a push came to a shove, he was no match for her.