Robin Robin and Phil had been friends ever since they attended grammar school together. Throughout grade school, they would always talk when they weren't doing those things that elementary school children do, usually Phil playing kickball or baseball and Robin jumping rope or watching the boys play. During lunch, Phil would sit with the boys and Robin with the girls, but they always made time to spend a minute talking to each other. During their junior hi years, Phil would often call Robin to get advice on girls and Robin would call to ask advice on the boys she was interest in. Although they never actually dated, during their high school years they were very close and continued to confide in each other. They were both very comfortable in sharing their deepest, darkest secrets and feelings. They shared many interests including music, TV and both played sports. Phil ran track in the fall to prepare himself for winter basketball and Robin lettered in both volleyball and soccer. They often jogged together and went to the gym for a shared workout. Both were quite serious about their workouts and at times would play a number of sets of tennis. This was the only time where they were quite competitive. The two would play very hard at all times, and even do some good-natured taunting when they gained the upper hand. When they graduated was the first time that they would live quite far away from each other. Phil attended a local state college to pursue a career in marketing and Robin applied and was accepted to a University, let's say, afar. Although they were geographically separated, they continued to communicate through letters, occasional phone calls and, of course, the Internet. During holidays they would call one another and make sure they would go out for a cup of coffee, or even dinner. Post college graduation found their lives had dramatically changed as Phil accepted a job in the city about one and one-half hours away from their home town. Robin stayed in town and continued in her family's lucrative flower business. However, they never neglected each other and would often communicate. As the flower business started to increase, Robin needed the advise of a marketing expert and sure enough, she would call Phil. While in the city, she made many contacts of people who liked her work and wanted more of her time. One of these people was Jeannie. She was an up and coming decorator who had hired to beautify many office buildings in the city. Jeannie was also into fitness and had become a bodybuilder, although not competitive. She had influenced Robin of its benefits and the two had had some serious workout sessions. Robin had started to put on a considerable amount of muscle as time had gone on. Her arms and legs were in the best shape ever, and that included her high school days of being active in sports. She liked the look and decided to increase her workouts and adhere to a strict, well, somewhat strict diet in order to get her body into a-one shape. She never let any time slip by without doing some amount of lifting or crunches to keep her stomach in shape. She like the idea that her stomach muscles were becoming as hard as a rock, this was to the envy of Jeannie who did not have the success Robin did in this area. The two women even became somewhat competitive in their workouts, even to the point of some light wrestling. The intensity of their matches began to increase. Although Jeannie was dominant in the beginning, it was Robin who was improving very quickly. One afternoon, in a particularly intense match, Robin caught Jeannie in a ferocious figure-four head scissors. Jeannie was almost knocked out by the incredible strength of Robins muscle developing legs. She knew Jeannie wanted to give up and made her say it. Jeannie was so impressed with her partners abilities, that she invited Robin to a wrestling club that Jeannie had been a member for a number of months. During that time, Jeannie was regarded as one of the clubs best wrestlers. At first, Robin was not sure of her competence as a wrestler, but what had she to lose by this undertaking. When she first arrived at the Tuesday evening session, she was again not convinced of her abilities. However, she decided to give it a go and have a match against one of Darla took full advantage of this at the bell. She slapped Robin so hard that she fell back into the ropes. Robin recovered and escaped any more punishment by a quick side step back to the middle of the ring. Robin then went at Darla's head for a side headlock. She had the taller woman in her strong arms and started to grind her head as hard as she could. Her muscles were tightening around the sides of the black girl's neck and made her drop to her knees. Darla was struggling for air as she tried in vain to break Robin's vise-like hold. Then she sank to all fours in this onslaught. Robin then remembered a manoeuvre that Jeannie had taught her. She re-positioned her hold into a chin lock and wrapped her magnificent thighs around the sides of her opponents neck. She had Darla in a standing head scissors and Darla wasted no time in submitting to the newcomer. Robin had wrestled, and won her first ever fall at the club. But she still had another fall to win if she were to win her first match. She was certainly up to it. The second match found Darla administering a painful arm bar on Robin. She had to go to her knees, but as she did, she swept Darla's legs and brought her down to the mat. Quickly, Robin made use of her powerful legs and got them around Darla's body. It took a few seconds, but she was able to hook her ankles. Then she lifted her butt from the mat, gritted her teeth, and taxed her mighty thigh muscles as hard as she could, until she felt a gentle tap on those steel like legs from Darla indicating that her opponent had again submitted to Robin's dominance. Darla was required to say to Robin, "I give up". Darla was very graceful in her defeat as she congratulated Robin with a sincere hand shake, however, Darla also wanted a re-match, and Robin agreed that a date should be set in the near future. Robin had impressed the women at the club and especially herself. She felt a natural high that many athletes feel after an important win. With this, she and Jeannie decided to stop for a drink at one of the hot spots in the city. As they were finishing their first cocktail, Phil happened by and gave Robin a big kiss. He noticed that she had put on some weight as she looked bigger than the last time he had seen her which was a couple of months ago. She was very happy to see her long-time and dear friend. Phil was invited to sit down and was introduced to Jeannie. Phil had a considerably rough day and told the women about it. He was able to catch himself, however and ask Robin how things were going. Robin started to explain her newly found interest and told Phil of her exploits this evening. You're kidding?" was Phil's reaction. This was the first time that Robin had been disappointed at his response, and Phil knew it. "Look, I'm sorry, but I just can't imagine a female being tough enough to fight." "It's not fighting, Phil. This is a controlled wrestling match with rules. We see it as a contest of strength, discipline and stamina. You should be proud of Robin, she was great." Jeannie chimed in. "I guess you're right," said Phil, " You did quite well, considering you're a woman". He said this with a smile but was surprised at Robin's reaction. "Oh, you don't think that a woman can compete with a man? I'm not saying I can beat you, but I may give you a run for your money." "I really don't think so. As a matter of fact, no" Phil said this again with a smile. "Well, how about a challenge?" said Robin. Phil laughed, "Come on Robin. You know I'm stronger than you. I'm a couple of inches taller and weigh at least 20 pounds more that you." "Afraid of what might happen?" Jeannie provoked the situation. "Yea, I don't think he can get out of my scissors anyway." Robin added. At this, Phil felt he was defied. He took a sip of his beer and said, "OK, missy. Where, when and what are the rules." "Three falls out of five. You must make your opponent give up, and my place has one room devoted to my workouts and contains only a mat, mirrors, chinning bars and a stereo. No punching, hair pulling scratching, and gouging. Clean match. Submission only." Robin said this as her eyes penetrated her friend and, now, opponent for her next match. "Robin, I've known you all my life and I really like you. No, love you, but I will be out of town for a little while and shall be back in about three weeks. One month from today, the 24th of April, will be the day that you find out what a mistake you've made. OK?" Phil had accepted the challenge. "You got it, big boy. and you better start working out. Any problem with Jeannie being the ref?" "Not at all" See you then." With that, Phil finished his beer and said good- bye to the two women. "I'm shocked," came out of Jeannie's mouth, " You've only had one match and then you challenge a guy who's bigger than you?" "Don't worry, Jeannie, I know he can't beat me. I'll put some more into my workouts though. I'll be ready. With your help, I think I can get ready in a month. You said I've come a long way up to now, I think I can get a lot further in 30 days." Robin did not hear from Phil until April 23rd, the day before their mutually agreed appointment. "Are you still going to go through with this?" Phil asked on the phone. "Honey, I've been working out double time for this. I can't wait. You just be here tomorrow at 3:00. You have a big surprise waiting." At 2:45 the next day, Robin's doorbell rang. Jeannie let Phil in and led him to the extra bedroom that was Phil's changing room. He was at the room where the match was to be held ten minutes later. He noticed that the room was void of furniture, only a mat on the floor and two chinning bars. One was higher that the other and were adjacent. In the closet were barbells of various weights. Jeannie was there as the referee for this match and they just waited for Robin. With a nervous smile, Phil said, "Think she came to her senses and backed out?". " No chance," was the response, "She'll be here" And she was a minute later. She was wearing a large, white terry cloth robe that seemed to envelope her whole body and went all the way down to the floor. She went to Phil and gave him a very friendly kiss and whispered in his ear, "No matter what happens, I want us to always remain the good friends we've been." She backed off, extended her right hand and said, "Deal?" Phil shook her hand and agreed with Robin. As he shook her hand he noticed how strong the grip was and started to question his confidence that he had earlier. She went to the opposite corner of the mat from Phil's position. He bent down to take off his slippers and as he turned back around he saw Robin taking off the robe very slowly. While doing this she stared right into his eyes which were now starting to widen as, for the first time in quite a while, he saw his childhood friend's body. She had on a black bathing suit with a cut-out along the side and the middle, He was able to see her hard stomach that would otherwise be hidden by any other kind of bathing suit. His eyes went down to her feet and started slowly up, He saw thin ankles, then calves the size of oranges that had a perfect muscular shape. Her thighs gave a very strong impression as they seemed hard and well conditioned. As he continued, he noticed arms that gave an impression of power. The biceps and triceps showed obvious definition. When he finally looked at Robin, she said, I told you I've been working out. Do you like what you see?" She then flexed her right arm and showed a sizeable muscle. Then both arms were flexed as she continued to look at her surprised opponent. She then did the same with her mighty thighs. Phil stood wide-mouthed and frozen. Robin didn't stop there as she turned around and did ten toe lifts, so that he could see her calves show their power. He was now seriously questioning his ability to win what he thought would only be a light workout. Also, he started to feel sexually aroused, but knew he had to rid himself of this feeling. Jeannie called them to the center of the mat and went over the rules that they had set up. Both agreed to the terms and went back to their corners. Jeannie signaled them to begin, and the struggle was on. Phil was very aggressive and clumsily went for a headlock. Robin ducked it, circled in back of him and put him in a full nelson. However, she wasn't able to clasp her hands in back of his neck and he was able to escape. "You got lucky that time", was Robin's response, "Next time you won't be." Phil chuckled at this and just shook his head. Again he came at her and grabbed her left wrist. To his surprise, he could do nothing with it. Her arm remained at her side, solid. "now come on Phil, is this what you're trying to do?" With this, she reversed the grip and twisted his arm in back of him in a firm hammer lock. The back of his hand was up to his neck and he let out a yell of pain. She kept the pressure on and she could feel his shoulder almost dislocate.. She then let go. Phil looked at her with some amount of appreciation, but asked, "Why'd you let me go?" "Didn't want to hurt you to badly, yet. The day is still young. Wanna try again?" She extended her hand in the air and invited him to lock hands. With some apprehension, he did. Her forearms started to explode, Phil was on his knees almost immediately, His wrists were being bent back to a point where he thought some bones may be broken. His head fell on her strong arm and he felt nothing but rock-like muscle. He looked up at his capture with a pleading face, but no mercy would be coming from Robin. She put him down further, spread his hands and encased his head in her calves. Jeannie was right there to ask Phil if he wanted to give up. He said no, and gave out a death sigh. Robin had put him to sleep in a matter of about ten seconds. Although the rules had said that there was only a 2 minute rest between falls, Robin allowed the rule to be waived, since she had knocked Phil out. When he came to, he was quite groggy and needed the time. This was the first time he had ever been knocked out. "How does it feel, Hon?" Robin was taunting her opponent. "You haven't seen the worst of it yet. You're in for a real ass kicking this afternoon. I'm up one - nothing. Are you ready for your second beating?" "You got lucky." was Phil's familiar response. "We'll see how things are now." With that Jeannie gave them the signal to begin. Phil stepped to Robin's side, got his leg in back of her and tried to push her down. She didn't move. Again he pushed with all his strength. Robin gave about an inch, then back to her normal stance. She wrapped her arm around his chest and took him down across her leg. She positioned one hand on his chin and the other in his crotch and bent his back over her steel thigh. He let out a grown. He tried to push her leg, but couldn't budge her. This was the first time he felt the incredible strength in her massive thighs. He couldn't help but try and squeeze the muscles. "Fell those, wimp. Keep squeezing those big muscles." She kept him bent over her leg. "You'll fell those powerful muscles around your neck soon, and you'll find out what a woman is capable of." Another surge of power from Robin, but this time she threw him off her leg. Seeing he was almost helpless, she sat on his chest and pinned his arms. She started with her arms on her hip. She then crossed her fists in front of her and brought both arms up and posed over him. Her large forearms and biceps were showing all of their amazing strength. At this as she smiled down at her prone opponent. He tried in vain to throw her off but his arms were pinned and her position was such that he was her prisoner. He relaxed and started rubbing his hands up and down her powerful thighs, he was becoming aroused. "I think I weakening you in more ways in on." Never leaving her legs, he said, "Yes, you are Robin. It seems I'm not going to have much success against you. I want to give up, but I think I'm enjoying this more. Are you going to finish me off? With a smile she slowly turned her body keeping his head in her capturing position and started to squeeze him very slowly. As she did, she pulled his head into her crotch and smothered him. He began to flop around due to lack of air. Robin let him breathe, but continued to constrict his neck. Just before he went out, she loosened her grip and allowed the color back into his face, then her attack continued. She had to release quickly as he started to go out again. This time he begged her to let him go. He clasped his hands as one does when praying and implored her to let him out. "I'll do anything, Robin. I'm defeated, I've been destroyed by you, I'm yours. Please!" She released, Phil rolled over on his stomach, his face part of the mat. Robin turned him over, put her foot on his throat and posed over him, flexing every muscle in her body. "Jeannie," Robin turned to her friend without releasing her prey, "I think the match is over and I'd like to have some time with my friend. Isn't that right, Phil?" She had turned her gaze to the prone body that was under her foot. He nodded in agreement as best as he could; did he have a choice. As Jeannie left Robin thanked her for her time and they had made a date for the following date for a work out. Robin now removed her bathing suit and Phil saw his friend in a way as never before. She remained magnificently beautiful, but now there was the added dimension of firm, strong breasts that stood out as considerably as her other attributes and an ass to match. "Phil, my love, that was only two. I think three falls was the deal, but before we begin, I'd like you to take off your shorts. Can you do that for me, big guy?" Her voice was seductive and Phil, of course, complied. Was there a choice?. He stood up and removed the shorts he had brought with him to the match. He was more aroused than ever at the thought of making love, for the first time to his life-long friend. He approached her in anticipation of holding her and bringing her down to the mat for their first encounter, but he was spun around and put into a vicious reverse head-lock as his head was caught in the crook of her arm. She flexed her arm as hard as she could. He could make no sound but struggled to escape. His struggling decreased and he went down into a sitting position with his hand still on her arm in a vain attempt to remove it. Finally, his hand dropped and he was out. He made some gurgling sounds and slept. She was proud of her actions today and now dragged his lifeless body to an adjoining bathroom where she draped his head over the open toilet. She straddled him and let go of her golden liquid. He was brought back by this, but by the time he realized what had just happened to him, she was finished and had gone to get a towel. "Oh, Robin, you pissed on me! He was absolutely irate. "Be thankful I didn't do anything else, now dry yourself off and, join me for more of your beating." He dried himself off and followed her into the room in which he had received his beating. I've had enough, Robin. You've proven your point, you're the champ. Your legs and arms have crushed me into submission. You've piss -- you've showered me with your golden liquid. What more do you want me to do, kiss your feet? As he looked at her, he knew that's exactly what she wanted from him now. Without either saying a word, he went down to his knees. She turned around so that his head was once again trapped. He licked, kissed and gently rubbed her feet as she watched. She told him not to move as she went out of the room for a moment and came back with a bottle of water which she started to drink as he continued the worshiping of her feet. When she finished the water, she released him and commanded him to the chinning bars. "On your knees and observe. You are to count for me as I do twenty chin-ups." He obeyed, he had no choice. After twenty, she dropped down to the floor and landed on her feet with her powerful thighs around his head. "I now want to go to the higher bar, and you will get me there. If you think I'm finished with you, think again." He struggled to his feet and lifted her until she was able to reach the high bar. She squeezed him again in those dominant thighs. "You're not going anywhere, yet." With this, she lifted herself, with great effort, as high as she could. Phil was lifted off the floor and Robin was able to sustain this for a full five seconds. He was being executed in a woman's thighs. When she let down, he fell to the floor in a heap, groaning with sounds of brutal torture. He was not out, which made it worse as he knew what was happening to him. He wanted to escape, but he could barley get to his feet. As he got to all fours, he was greeted by her legs once again and put into a perfect figure-four scissors. She only held him and didn't clamp down hard on his neck. She waited for him to regain his senses. When he had gained natural color in his face, he was looking up at his mistress. "Now I'm going to do twenty push-ups with your head right where it is. Again, you will count to twenty, an if you miss a number, we'll simply start again. I hope you understand." He nodded in assent. She started and Phil began his long count, "One, two, uhhhh! three, Please, Robin, I beg..." "You missed four, start over." And so he did until, at long last, he reached twenty. However, she must have done around fifty push-ups due to his missing more numbers. He could hardly talk because of her scissoring legs constricting his neck. Robin changed her position and sat with her crotch in his face. "Kiss it and don't stop. Make your tongue dart in and out of me as fast as you can. Feel my wet juices dominate and control you. Fell my superior womanhood govern you. Ah, ah, good, Phil. More! More!!." She was riding him like a horse and began to heave up and down. Just before she climaxed, she rolled over on her side, keeping his face in position. As she came, she locked her ankles and straightened out her legs. He wasn't able to see her fulfilment as he passed out once more. When he awoken, he found her lying next to him and rubbing his chest. He flinched, but she held him gently down. "Phil, I want you to trust me. I'm finished with your beating, but I want you to just stay where you are." Again, he had no choice. Robin put Phil into another figure-four head scissors, but didn't squeeze him at all. "Now I want you to relax, Can you do that? I'm not going to hurt you any more." He nodded but didn't believe her and prepared himself for another terrible beating. "I'm not even tightening my legs. Now, I want you to think about my body and what you saw. Think of those muscles in my arms hugging you and my solid legs dominating you." She continued to rub his chest and she could feel him start to relax. She could also see that he was starting to get an erection. "That's what I want, come on honey a little more." She stoked his penis gently and it grew much larger. She let go of the scissors and mounted him. Phil let out a tremendous grown and exploded into her. "Yes, yes. More, Phil. Ahhhh! He had finally stopped and looked at this goddess and beamed with satisfaction and pleasure. With a diabolical look, she said, "I think there's more in there. I want to drain you just like I drained all of your strength." He cowered, but quickly allowed her to capture his head in her right arm as she flexed her left so he could see it. He started to rise again. Robin let go of the headlock, sat on his chest and flexed both arms.. When he became solid again, she slid down his body and captured his manhood inside of her and squeezed her ass. As she did, she moved up and down ever so slightly until he screamed with delight. He was completely drained from her physical and erotic onslaught. She had made sure he was finished. His penis was shriveled and had let out all of the cream he had produced during their session. She slapped it a few times, but there was no reaction. "There, I guess my mission has been accomplished." She stood over him and instructed him to come into the kitchen when he was ready. There was no rush. He was able to get to feet about fifteen minutes later, take a shower, dress and meet Robin in the designated place. They chatted for a little while, each promising to see each other again.