NOTE:  This match never really happened.  It is only a fantasy.  You DO know 
what a fantasy is, don't you?  It's kind of like the Fresh Prince of Belair fighting 
aliens in a spaceship, but different.  If it's not the kind of thing that interests or 
excites you, then I guess you just have a different fantasy.  That's great.  If we 
all had the same fantasy, wouldn't this be a boring place to live?

Beaten Scared

[The attached story is a fantasy.  That is to say it is one of my fantasies.  If this 
isn't your fantasy that is fine.  But DON'T write and tell me why you didn't like 
the fantasy or the situation.  They are what excites me and I don't expect them 
to impact you the same way.  DO write and tell me where the writing sucks, or 
where you would have done something differently to improve the story - I am 
trying to get better at this.  I am not a professional writer, although I'm told the 
only difference is that I don't get paid for this.  If you like stories of women far 
stronger and more skilled than the men they meet, you may find some 
enjoyment in these stories.  Many of these stories are extremely violent, 
explicit, and graphic in nature.  You must be over 18 to read this.]

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"Not bad," I thought to myself as I looked in the mirror.  It was Saturday 
afternoon and I had just returned from an interesting day at the gym.  I had put 
away my things, taken off my shirt and stood looking at my body in the full 
length mirror of my bedroom.  My 6 foot, 184 pound body was muscular and 
hard.  Not huge, but firm and hard with no traces of fat evident.

"The increased workouts are really starting to pay off," I said aloud as I flexed 
my bicep.  I had recently increased the frequency and intensity of my weight 
training and running workouts and the results were beginning to show.  My 
muscles were larger and harder than they had ever been before.  It hadn't hurt 
with the women either.  Always considered a good looking guy, I had always 
been in decent shape, but the gains I had made the last few months were getting 
me even more notices at the beach or at the gym.

A knock on the door woke me out of my reverie.  

I opened the door and SHE breezed past me and into my living room.  "All 
right, Scotty, let's get ready to rumble!," she yelled as she flung her workout 
bag off her shoulder and into a corner of the room.  

I hated being called Scotty (like I was 5 years old, or an engineer on a star ship 
or something) and I was unable to hide the anger in my voice as I said, "Darryl 
what the hell are you doing here?  I thought we settled this back at the gym."

Darryl stood across from me, her hands on her hips.  Her long blonde hair was 
up with a few strands falling across her beautiful face in a provocative manner.  
She had the face and body of a model.  Perfect features, with big greenish eyes, 
full lips, and a cute button nose.  She had the ability to completely convey her 
emotions through her facial expressions.  Her smiles lighted up the room and 
you could almost feel her stares looking right into you.  Right now she had a 
smug, told you so, expression that I found particularly annoying.

She was wearing a tight fitting mini dress that clung to her lean and curvaceous 
body.  At 5'7" tall, Darryl weighed about 125 perfectly distributed pounds.  She 
was lean and firm everywhere but had no real indication of muscle.  Her breasts 
were full and ... perky, I felt was the correct term.  About 34 C I thought as I 
watched them rise and fall as she breathed.  The tight dress barely kept them 
covered as she moved.  The dress also came up high in the thigh.  Her legs 
were well formed and luscious.  Again, no real indication of large muscles, I 
thought appraising her.  She was definitely beautiful but my tastes ran towards 
more of a muscular woman.  She was fit with definitely no sign of cellulite 
(even her butt, a flabby spot on many women, was tight and hard, I noticed) but 
wasn't as big as the women I generally dated or wrestled against.

"You don't think I can take you," she said with almost a sneer.  "I'm here to 
show you how wrong you are.  I'm going to kick your butt and make you 
scream in pain, pain like you've never experienced before.  I'm here to teach 
you a lesson."  She started taking several slow steps towards me.

"Like I said at the gym.  When I fight a woman it's for real.  I fight to win.  I've 
wrestled with many, many women, and my experience is someone your size just 
doesn't have the muscle to give me a real fight."  As I talked I circled behind 
her and tried to herd her towards the door.  "How did you get here anyway?"

"I followed you," she replied casually.  "I wanted to show you what I can do.  I 
have never met a man yet that was a match for me.  And I've taken down guys 
MUCH bigger than you.  It'll be a kick to watch you struggle and make you beg.  
I enjoy that.  That turns me on."

"You followed me? I asked.  "Listen, not that the thought of wrestling that tight 
bod of yours isn't attractive, but I want a woman who may actually be able to 
defeat me.  My fantasy is to meet a woman who can control me when I'm trying 
as hard as I can to stop her, but you," I glanced up and down at her beautiful 
body, "just don't have enough ammunition."

"Scotty," she replied, "this body can do things to you that you haven't even 
dared to dream about.  I'm going to fulfill your fantasy.  But you may not like it 
as much as you think.."  Again she took several steps towards me.  Her 
expression turned to one of a predator stalking her prey.  Any other time I 
would have found it sexy.

"I'm going to ask you to leave."

"Make me," she purred.  She now stepped right up to me.  Her breasts were 
pushing against my stomach enticingly.   I could feel her hot breath on my 
chest.  I felt myself become aroused.

"Now...," my voice had noticeably shifted upward an octave and I coughed to 
clear my throat as I continued to stare at her body.  "...are you going to leave or 
do I have to spank your butt and throw you out of here."

"You couldn't throw me out on my worst day," she replied beginning to slink 
her body against mine.  "And I'm going to be the one doing the spanking."  She 
stepped back.  "Now prepare yourself, I don't want any complaining about how 
I took you unaware.  Stand over there and try and stop me from doing whatever 
I want to your delicious little body.  Let's start the lesson."

"All right you asked for this.  But I don't want you to bitch if you get hurt."  I 
stood apart from her and made myself ready.  I had wrestled against too many 
women to take them for granted.  I told myself to not take it easy on her and put 
her down right away, so I could show her how foolish she was being.  She stood 
with a relaxed posture almost daring me to come and get her.

"Anytime you're ready, tough guy," she taunted.

I quickly stepped in and grabbed her shoulders.  I expected to shove her back 
against the wall and hold her there until she saw how outclassed she was.  To 
my surprise she didn't budge and I began to push with all my might.  "You're 
stronger than you look," I grunted through clenched teeth.

"I'm more everything than I look," Darryl replied casually, no sign of exertion 
in her voice.  Then she quickly flung her arms up and knocked my arms off 
her.  Stepping in she reached up, grabbed my head and flipped me over her 
back onto the floor.  I lay on my back a little stunned at what she had done.  
Darryl took a few running steps and leaped off the ground.  An impressive leap, 
she nearly reached her own height, as she tucked her legs under her like doing 
a cannonball dive into a pool.  She landed square on my chest, all of her weight 
concentrated through her knees into my body.  I bounced off the floor and 
gasped in pain, temporarily unable to breathe.

[NOTE:  The move she had done was very reminiscent of the finishing move 
Hulk Hogan pretends to do when he leaps up and lands with his outstretched 
leg across his opponents chest.  Of course that's professional wrestling and he 
doesn't really land on the guy with all his weight.  Because if you stopped to 
think about it, that kind of weight landing on you, even if it's only 125 pounds, 
from a height of over 5 feet is going to do a lot of damage.  If the Hulk really 
landed his over 300 pounds on the guy, he'd be dead.  But if he was dead he 
wouldn't be able to repeat the same match the next night in a different city.  So 
it's just as well that he only pretends to squash them.  Sorry for that editorial 
comment - it won't happen again.]

As I lay there she again leaped into the air and landed her knees on me.  This 
time she landed square on my stomach driving all of the air out of my lungs.  I 
gasped and tried to roll up into a ball to protect myself, but she slapped my legs 
down and laid me flat as she ran back, leaped even higher in the air and again 
crashed into my chest.  I screamed in pain and hazily saw her amused 
expression as she looked down at me with disdain.  She repeated the move 
twice more as I lay on the floor twitching and gasping, unable to breathe or 
move.  I was in excruciating pain, starting at my chest and radiating throughout 
my entire body.  Hazily I realized I realized she had done everything she said 
she could.

Then she flopped her body on top of me and placed my face between her 
breasts.  Even through my pain I could feel the erotic way she rubbed her body 
over my face.  She was saying something but I wasn't able to distinguish it.  I 
was unable to breathe and felt myself growing light headed and then everything 
went black...

... when I woke up Darryl was straddling my chest plucking out my chest hair.  
My chest and stomach was on fire with pain.  It hurt to draw in breath and I felt 
she may have broken something.  She smiled down at me as she saw I was 
awake.  The smile was not a friendly one.

"All you men are the same," she started.  "You start so full of bullshit and then 
I put you out in under a minute.  Are you liking your fantasy so far?"

"It hurts," I croaked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Of course it hurts," she roared, throwing her head back.  "Getting the shit 
kicked out of you is going to hurt.  But it's what you wanted.  I could've shown 
you my superiority in so many nicer ways.  But you doubted I could really do 
this.  Now what do you think?"  She sat straddling my body and as she talked 
she placed her knees on either side of my chest and she emphasized her words 
by pressing in sharply on my sides.  I winced and yelped a little in pain each 
time she did it.

"Please, no more," I pleaded.  Inside I thought about how quickly she had 
reduced me to a beaten wreck.  I knew that in my current condition I was no 
match for her, if I ever was to start with.  But now, I was actually a little scared 
about what she could do to me if she continued.  "You've proven your point."

"I've just started," she sneered.  "That was only the first fall, and I have many 
more points to prove."  With that she got up and walked to her bag.  She lifted 
it and went into my bedroom.  As she entered she said, "Now you get up, 
because when I come back out I'm going to kick your ass again, whether you're 
ready or not."

I painfully got to my feet and tried to think what to do.  The thought of running 
out of my own home flashed through my mind, but I rejected it.  I was still the 
man and she was only a beautiful, 125 pound woman.  I needed to teach her a 
lesson.  If only to regain some of my masculine pride.  I got behind the door of 
the bedroom and waited for her to come out.  The thought that I was jumping 
her from behind didn't do a lot to restore my pride, but I was angry.

As she came out I saw she had changed into a new outfit.  A one piece white 
bathing suit.  It came high in the crotch leaving her entire legs bare.  It was 
basically just a bottom that covered her stomach, butt and back.  A couple of 
straps came through her crotch, ran up over her shoulders and down her back.  
The straps barely covered her breasts.  Or at least her nipples anyway.  The rest 
of her breasts were showing.  Over her stomach and down the back, the suit 
was covered in gold colored stars.  Even as my mind registered how absolutely 
stunning she looked, I jumped.

I landed on her back and we crashed to the floor, the collision causing renewed 
pain in my ribs and chest.  Somehow, as we fell she had rolled over and landed 
on top of me.  She again sat straddling my chest with her legs on either side of 
my torso.  I flinched, expecting her to begin pummeling me for jumping her, 
but instead she began to laugh and pinched my left cheek (the one on my face).

"Nice try, lover," she laughed.  She playfully slapped my face a few times.  
"Good to see you have some spunk anyway.  Now why don't we get up and try 
that again.  You still have some lessons to learn."  She got off me and pulled 
me to my feet.  "Now come at me," she commanded.  I hesitated.  "Come at me, 
or I'm coming at you," she warned.

I gathered myself, yelled, and leaped at her.  She calmly stepped aside grabbing 
my left arm and flung me into the wall face first.  As I rebounded off the wall I 
heard her laughing.  "What the hell was that?" she said between giggles.  "I 
thought you were supposed to know something about wrestling.  Now get up 
and do it right.  Or I might begin to get annoyed."

I lifted myself  up, a bump on my temple now visible from my collision with the 
wall.  I circled her and got into a wrestler's stance.  She stood still and let me 
circle behind her without turning to face me.  When I felt ready I came at her 
low.  I put my shoulder into her back and forced her against the door.  She 
turned and was facing me now.  I reached down and tried to lift her legs up so I 
could throw her to the floor.  Try as I might I could not manage to get her legs 
up.  She would twist and turn and block my attempts, I began to frantically paw 
at her legs in an attempt to get her off her feet.  Unable to I resorted to throwing 
my shoulder into her midsection as hard as I could.  I managed to force her 
back and pounded her body into the door over and over again.

"Now that's more like it," Darryl complimented.  "Just as ineffective, but at 
least you're trying."  She placed one hand on my head and held me there.  With 
her other arm she pounded on my back with her forearm.  The blow was 
amazingly strong and I grunted in pain.  Lifting her arm, she again brought it 
crashing down on my back.  This strike was even harder and it knocked me to 
my knees.  Looking up at her in surprise, I saw her beautiful face looking down 
at me.  "That's where you belong you know, at my feet."  She put her hand 
under my chin and practically lifted me to my feet, showing unbelievable 
strength in her slender arm.  

Once I was up she placed her hands on either side of my face.  She clamped 
down, turned away from me and tossed me across the room.  And I mean 
TOSSED!  I flew about 5 feet through the air landing on my butt facing the 
other way.  As I got shakily to my feet, I could hear Darryl giggling again.  She 
got behind me and tossed me back the other way.  She continued to toss and 
flip me in a variety of styles.  A hip toss, a monkey flip, more times than I cared 
to count.  I would try to counter and stop her attempt, but she was much too 
quick and skilled and I flew across the room again and again.  My already 
bruised body started to take on even more bruises and cuts.

Dazed I stood and tried to throw a punch at her head, she grabbed my arm and 
twisted down hard.  I screamed and fell to the ground.  Grabbing my shoulder 
she lifted me up and threw me back into the wall.  I swear I hit almost up at the 
ceiling and slid down the wall to the ground.  I know that couldn't have 
happened, she couldn't be THAT strong.  Looking around I felt her get behind 
me and wrap her arms around me in a sleeper hold.  I tried to shake and toss 
her off, but she leapt up and wrapped he legs around my middle.  As I thrashed 
she calmly told me it was sleepy time.  I started to get dizzy and again blacked 
out...

...when I woke this time I was on the couch.  My head pounded and the bruises 
on my chest were obvious.  I got up very painfully and saw Darryl coming out 
of my bedroom.  She had again changed into a new outfit.  A pair of tight, 
black shorts and a silver halter top looked so sexy on her body that my breath 
caught as I saw her.  Her long, blonde hair was down now, hanging over her 
shoulders.  Even after the beating she had given me, I felt my manhood stiffen 
seeing her beauty. 

She smiled as she saw me.  "Up again, I see," she said.  Looking down at my 
shorts, the erection protruding noticeably, she added, "Up in more ways than 
one."  I tried to shift positions to cover my arousal.  "That's okay sweety," she 
purred.  "I like your boner.  Besides if I want it, nothing you can do will stop 
me.  Now, I have a few more outfits left, and I was thinking.  Should I knock 
you out in each one or are you ready to admit defeat?"

"Screw you, Darryl," I snarled.  "You've proven your point.  Now get the hell 
out of my house.  I'm tired of this crap, get out of here before I call the cops."  I 
knew it was a mistake to challenge her but I was trying to assert myself.

"Oh, please call the cops," she replied.  "Wouldn't that be fun watching you 
explain to them what I did to you?  Now during that last round you seemed to 
want to punch me.  Do you want to box?"

I sheepishly looked away and asked her, a little more politely this time, to 
leave.  In truth I was scared that she was going to hit me and I wasn't going to 
be able to make her stop.  A few minutes ago that thought would have been 
laughable, but after what I had been through so far...

"Leave?  This is your fantasy.  I'm beating the crap out of you and not even 
working up a sweat.  Isn't this what you wanted?"

I admitted that it was, but that I hadn't wanted it to be so painful.

She laughed.  "Oh the baby doesn't like pain.  Isn't that a pity.  How can you get 
beaten up without pain?  Now put em up and let me show you that you're as big 
a wimp with your fists as you are on the wrestling mat.  Let's continue the 
lesson."

Something about the way she taunted me got to me and I became enraged.  
Angered I came at her.  "I'll show you who's a wimp," I cried as I came at her.  
I circled at her and wildly threw hard punches at her body and head.  She 
twisted and turned and avoided every one with ease.  I continued to swing and 
try to step in at her.  I was frantic with the notion that I had to show her 
SOMETHING.  Finally I cut her off and had her against the wall.  I threw my 
mightiest right handed blow smack into her abdomen.  I felt it connect hard, 
and her hard stomach didn't give an inch.  My fist practically rebounded, 
smarting from the blow.  I yelped in pain and jumped back.

"That's okay sweetheart, try that again."  She stepped up and placed her hands 
behind her back inviting me to hit her bare stomach.

I hesitated.  Thinking it was a trick of some sort.  I mean she was so much 
smaller than me and even after being put unconscious twice and having the 
crap kicked out of me she wouldn't be able to take my best blows, could she?  
My knees were shaking as I approached her.  This was my last chance to show 
that I was capable of competing with her.  I put everything I had into a hard 
right that connected solidly with her stomach.  I felt a little give, and heard her 
grunt, but she stood unmoving.  My hand stung from the blow and I began to 
feel that I had suffered more damage.  She staggered back a step, but continued 
to smile.  

"Felt that," she said through clenched teeth.  "Not bad.  Keep trying."  I swung 
again and heard her grunt again.  Still she stood and went back a pace.  I 
swung again and again hitting her with lefts and rights until she was against 
the wall.  I could hear her breathing hard but she continued to taunt me and 
call me a wimp.  This can't be happening I thought as I continued to swing.  
How can she be this tough?  Finally she reached out and pushed me away.

"Best shot couldn't even hurt me," she said.  Her voice showed a little pain and 
I could see the red marks of my fists on her stomach.  Feeling a little better that 
she wasn't invulnerable I charged at her again.  I threw a punch at her head.  
She bobbed and delivered a hard shot to my side.  I squealed in pain and sank 
to my knees.  "One love tap and you're down.  I let you hit me, what, twenty 
times?  And I put you down with one shot.  Man, you are a wimp." 

I got to her feet and motioned for her to come at me.  She gladly obliged and 
charged me.  I retreated until my back hit the wall.  She smiled angrily and let 
loose a tremendous shot into my stomach.  I collapsed back to the floor.  She 
dragged me back up and delivered two more hard shots to my stomach.  I fell 
coughing and gasping for air.  "You can't even challenge me.  Why don't you 
just give up now?"

I got to my knees and looked up at her.  She lifted my chin and before I could 
react she sent a hard right into my chin.  I screamed my surrender and she 
smiled at me.  "Too late now, it's time to feel some pain."  I repeatedly mouthed 
my surrender but she continued to pound my unprotected face landing about 10 
blows before I again fell unconscious.

[NOTE:  This move is also reminiscent of a professional wrestling maneuver 
where the good guy gets his opponent against the ropes.  He climbs to the 
second rope and begins to pretend to hit him in the head while the obedient 
crowd counts the blows.  Of course if a 250 pound man actually hit another 
man with something as hard as his fist that hard that many times, he would 
break his nose, his jaw and cause him to need radical reconstructive surgery, if 
not kill him outright.  But these guys don't even bleed.  I don't care how big 
your muscles are, your face does not get stronger.  Boxers jab each other with 
GLOVES on and break bones and bleed all over the place.  If you've ever seen a 
real fight, one good shot with a fist onto someone's head and the guy's nose or 
cheek busts wide open.  I accidentally broke my brother's jaw once with a single 
punch.  So, enjoy pro wrestling as entertainment, but if you seriously think it's 
real - Get professional help.  Sorry, I said I wasn't going to do that again.]

... I woke this time and was in more pain than I had ever been in my life.  
Darryl was straddling my body again and slapping my face lightly.  The look 
on her face actually looked concerned.  She had changed again and was now 
wearing a pair of jean shorts and a light pink fluorescent half shirt covering 
only the top half of her breasts.  Her hair hung around her shoulders.  She 
smiled slightly when I looked up at her.  "Thought you may have been seriously 
hurt," she began.  "I tried to pull my punches but you men are just too wimpy.  
Now are you ready to admit that I'm too tough for you or do I have to beat you 
again."

"Please, no.  You're too tough, I can't stop you.  Don't hurt me anymore."  My 
voice was muffled through the bruises and cuts on my face.  My side ached and 
my back pounded.  My head hurt even worse than the rest.  I don't know if I 
could even stand at this point.  Again, I realized that she had done everything 
she had said.  She had given me my fantasy.  I had been completely pummeled 
by a beautiful woman I couldn't even hope to contend with.  I was 60 pounds 
heavier and 5 inches taller, and I was the male, the supposedly superior sex.  
Yet she had destroyed me with hardly any effort on her part.  Even now she 
looked completely at ease, and wasn't even breathing hard.

"That's a good boy," she replied.  "Now I have only one more thing to do."  She 
reached down to me and I screamed.  She hadn't touched me but I was terrified 
she was going to hit me again.  The thought that she was going to cause me 
more pain gave me such terror at this point, I almost peed myself.  She smiled 
and calmly rolled me over and took off my shorts.  I was rigid and unmoving, 
afraid to do anything she might not like.  She lifted me onto her lap and began 
to spank my bare bottom.  "I said I was going to spank, you and I always keep 
my promises."

I withstood the humiliation.  I was too afraid of the consequences to resist.  She 
was right.  She had completely controlled me just like I had said was my 
fantasy.  But this wasn't what I wanted.  She had reduced me to a pitiful lump 
in no time.  And she hadn't even tried.  I was aroused at her strength and 
domination, but even more afraid of her abilities.  The blows to my bottom 
actually began to sting and hurt.  The amount of strength and power it took to 
do that only made me realize more how incredible this woman was.

When I began to cry in pain from the blows she stopped and stood.  I flopped 
onto my back.  She saw my erection and laughed.  "Even after all that you still 
want me?"  She placed her foot on my engorged penis and pressed lightly.  I 
spurted uncontrollably.  Over and over, my penis thrust and sprayed cum on my 
stomach.  She giggled and walked away.

"I think that's enough for today.  Now, did you like your lesson?"

My answer was rise to her feet and hug her legs.  I started to kiss and caress her 
thighs and begged her not to hurt me.  She lifted my chin and smiled down at 
me patronizingly.  "Next time a woman says she can beat you to a pulp, why 
don't you just believe her."  I nodded affirmative.  I knew I would never look at 
a beautiful woman again without thinking about whether she could beat the shit 
out of me like Darryl had.  

She picked up her bag and walked to the door.  "I'll be back," she said.  "And 
remember, I always keep my promises."

THE END