Diesel 
by Musclehead



"Can I help you?" He was standing in the shadows at the doorway, watching her
practice her floor exercises on the opposite corner of the large gym. At the
end of a tumbling sequence, she was facing him as she landed with her
finishing move, a double backflip with a twist, very difficult.

He gasped out loud at how high she had gotten off the mat, attracting her
attention. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. You're just so amazing."

"Thanks. I've been practicing a lot recently." They talked from across the
gym. He came out of the shadows, she stayed on the mat. She could see that he
was kind of cute, he was overwhelmed by her stunning athletic body in her
sheer white leotard. It was long sleeved, as so many gymnastics leotards, and
she was far away, so he couldn't see a lot of detail, but the overall shape
was perfection, at least in his eighteen year old mind. The only uncovered
part of her body was her legs, and Greg cold tell even from this distance the
Karrie had pretty muscular legs.

"Well, I gotta go. Sorry if I intruded."

"No. It's alright. Bye." She turned and went back to her practice. He left the
large fitness facility, his mind pondering what it might be like to see such
perfection close up. But he was very shy, and looking at the ground, he walked
away somewhat dejected, incorrectly assuming that she was probably out of his
league.

A few days later, "Why don't you come closer if you want to watch."

"No, I'm sorry ... ... ... ..I gotta go do my workout." He turned quickly and
was gone. Karrie shrugged her shoulders and went back to her tumbling, the
only thing safe to practice when no one else was around. A fall from any of
the apparatus could cause an injury, even on someone as fit as her.

Greg's lack of confidence was explained only by the fact that he was short.
Not that short, about five-six, but he had been teased from a young age. He
actually funneled his shyness into working out, and his somewhat diminutive
body was now a hundred and fifty-five pounds of muscle.

Having decided not to watch that stunning gymnast anymore, so sure that she
wouldn't be interested in a runt like him, Greg went back to his usual
routine, working out like a demon before going home to an empty house, an only
child of a single mother who always seemed to be working. His life seemed
somewhat sad. It shouldn't have been. Greg was quite the physical specimen, he
just didn't know it yet.

"Hi." She smiled.

"Hi." He looked at the floor.

"You don't recognize me, do you?"

"No, I'm sorry I don't. You would think I'd remember such a pretty face."

"Well maybe that was because you were concentrating on my body." He glanced
downward, partly from embarrassment, and to see if a look at her body might
shake his memory. She was wearing bulky sweats. "Gymnastics. That was me
practicing my tumbling and you were watching from the shadows."

"Oh ... .. Yes ... . Sorry. You were just so awesome."

"Amazing was the word you used last time. And thanks."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm gonna start working out with the weights."

"I thought gymnastics coaches didn't want their girls to do that." He stopped
for a second, suddenly realizing that she was almost looking at him eye to
eye. "Gee, you're not all tiny. I thought gymnasts were like, real little."

"I'm five-five. I guess that's somewhat bigger than all of my teammates. But I
am the best on the team, so no one seems to notice, or care, and as to the
weight lifting, you're right. My coach says we all get pretty strong just from
doing our sport, which is true enough, but I figured that if I got stronger,
that it could only help so he gave me the green light, but he told me to get
someone who could help me with proper form and all."

Karrie talked kind of fast, so full of confidence, such a contrast to Greg.
Just as Greg was about to say something, she went on. He was getting ready to
offer his advise when, out of the blue, "Hey, you're kinda short." He was
devastated and was getting ready to excuse himself and slink away. "and you're
kind of cute. I guess you work out? I mean, that's why you're here, right?"

"Five days a week. And thanks. That's nice to say ... ... Hey listen, ... .."
but before he could go on,

"Can I work out with you? Maybe you could show me what to do."

"I was about to offer my services when you made the comment about me being
short."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it as any kind of dig, or anything, just an
observation. Anyway, I like that you're only a little bigger than me, and you
seem real nice, not all arrogant like I'm used to from the jocks who think
they're all that."

"Well, ... .thanks. I'd love to help you out." So, they worked out. Greg was
somewhat stunned by how strong she was. He wasn't na##ve about how strong
gymnasts can be, and he had no pre-conceived notions about girls not being
strong or anything, but he was still amazed. Karrie benched her bodyweight
that first workout.

Greg thought that she actually had done quite a bit more than that, assuming
that she weighed maybe a hundred and fifteen to a hundred and twenty pounds.
But on their second workout together, she took off her sweats and he quickly
realized that she probably weighed a good twenty pounds more than the average
girl of her height, and all of that extra weight was muscle.

"Now I know how you can jump so high on your floor exercises." She was wearing
a long sleeved tee-shirt and some running shorts, but it was tight enough that
Greg could tell what kind of body she had, and it certainly not the waif-like
body of so many young gymnasts. Karrie was built like a diesel with thick arms
and a powerful torso, with a bull-like arch in her back, a tight waist and
broad, powerful shoulders.

From a gymnastics point of view, Karrie's superstructure was a throwback to a
Mary Lou Retton body type, except whereas Mary Lou was about five feet and a
hundred pounds, Karrie carried about one forty on her five-five frame. Karrie
was even thicker than the likes of Liz Tricase or Alicia Sacramone or some of
the other more muscular elite gymnasts. It was hard to believe that she had
never touched a weight. Greg had already seen her muscular legs from afar and
though her upper body was mostly covered, it was a safe bet that it was much
like her legs.

"Your turn."

"What?"

"You seem to like what you see. Why don't you let me see what you got?

Greg seemed somewhat flustered, eliciting a smile from Karrie. "Greg, your
shyness is so cute." She came over and unzipped his jacket, then stepped back
as he pulled the sleeves off, standing there in a tank top. She liked what she
saw as well. Greg was built like a typical male gymnast even though he had
never done any of that. Except for her breasts, Greg and Karrie were pretty
much built the same, well maybe he had more muscle, but not a lot more.

"Greg, you look great. I kind of suspected as much, seeing how much you can
lift. I don't get why you're so shy."

"My mother taught me to always be a gentleman, and I always got picked on for
being short."

"Well, I guarantee you that most of those tall guys would give it up to be
built as well as you." He blushed as she came over and kissed him on the
cheek. "And don't ever stop being a gentleman."

Now knowing that she most likely weighed more than he originally thought, her
hundred and forty pound bench from the previous workout, while still
impressive, was not shockingly so. That would happen today when she did
one-seventy. "Do you know how many guys, adult guys, who weigh one-seventy
never bench this much? And you did it on your second workout. You're amazing."

"What's your best, Greg?"

"Right now, about two-ten."

"And how much do you weigh?"

"One-fifty-five, give or take."

"Well, I'd say that's pretty darn impressive as well. What's next?"

"Let's do some squats." To Greg's amazement, Karrie matched him that day, both
of them squatting two-hundred and fifty pounds, for reps. He was starting to
fall for this young powerhouse, and she was quite taken by his quietness and
sensitivity as well.

As time went on, Greg started helping her with her diet as well. Karrie always
ate healthy, but he introduced her to a higher protein diet, and the results
came quickly. Over the next few months, Karrie gained five powerful pounds of
muscle. Now they were only ten pounds apart in weight, and their benching was
ten pounds apart as well, with Greg having improved to two-twenty and Karrie
benching an amazing two-ten.

She was wearing more revealing workout clothes now, tank-tops being the
regular attire. Her fourteen inch arms and round wide shoulders were almost
the equal of Greg's. Certainly they were both the envy of so many people at
the gym. Greg would watch her tumbling practices close up now and he
absolutely love the way she looked in her sheer white leotard, her ab muscles
visible through the tight material, the long sleeves stretched over sizable
biceps and detailed triceps. And those bare legs, so full, so curvy, now
capable of squatting three hundred pounds, surpassing his best.

One evening, as he sat in the corner of the mats, Karrie intentionally
finished a tumbling run right in front of him. She stood proudly, her hands on
her hips, her shoulders thrown back, her breasts thrusting out, standing
proudly. She only wore a bra under her leotard during competition. She wasn't
going without to tease or anything, she just felt them to be uncomfortable,
and she certainly didn't need one. Her breasts weren't huge and they weren't
small either. But they certainly were firm.

She looked down at Greg as he sat there. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." But something was on his mind.

"Greg, do I turn you on?"

"Oh, yeah, more than any girl I've ever seen."

"Then why haven't you come on to me?"

"My mother said to always be a gentleman."

"It would be okay if you did. I'm not ready to take our relationship to the
next level, you know, fucking, but we can fool around, you know." She looked
down at her now boyfriend who seemed really uneasy. "What is it, Greg?"

"You're going to think this is weird."

"Try me. Greg, I really like you. I think you're a great guy and you turn me
on as much as I do you. Tell me what's on your mind. I promise I won't be
judgemental."

"Well, I've always wanted to wrestle with a girl. And I always thought maybe a
gymnast would be best 'cause their so flexible and coordinated and really
strong. But the ones I knew were always so small."

"And I'm not so small."

"Right." He looked down at the floor, almost ashamed of his desire."

"Greg. I don't think it's weird. In fact I think it would be fun. Plus, you
know I'm real competitive."

"Then you want to do it?"

"I do, but not yet. When the time comes, when I'm ready, I'll let you know."

"Ready in what way? Do you want to be stronger? You've almost caught up to me
now."

"That's part of it. Please, no more questions. I'll let you know when I'm
ready."

Another couple of months went by. Greg was up to one-sixty now and Karrie
one-fifty. People who saw them at the gym were sure they were on steroids,
especially whispering about Karrie. No one could comprehend that a teenage
girl could be stronger than any man in the gym up to almost two hundred
pounds. But they were both clean. They ate well, and pushed each other like
crazy when they were working out, and they both seemed to have gotten in line
twice when God handed out the strength genes.

One night as Greg was about to meet Karrie for a workout, he got a text:
"Sweetheart, don't work out tonight. Meet me in the gymnastics room at 10:30."
Greg arrived at the gym around 10:20 and the manager told him that Karrie was
in the back room and that it was alright if the two of them stayed late.

When he came into the room, Karrie was stretching, fully covered in her bulky
sweats. She slowly came over to Greg and seductively stripped him down to just
his boxer shorts before slowly, taking off her sweats. She had a new leotard.
"Actually, this is an old one from when I weighed eighty pounds when I was
thirteen." It was stretched so tight over her hundred and fifty pounds of
muscle that it looked like it would rip. The openings for her legs were
stretched way up, revealing most of her lower abdomen to the sides, her
amazing obliques and serratus, and that awesome v at the bottom where the
torso meets the legs. Even the covered part of her powerful torso was quite
visible in detail through the tight fabric.

The leotard was sucked in between her round muscular glutes and the straps
almost cut into her shoulders which now equaled Greg's in width and thickness.
Indeed, it was hard to believe that she was ten pounds less than him. They
looked almost the same. As they stood there face to face, both of them getting
aroused by the other's physical perfection, Karrie whispered to Greg, "Wrestle
me."

And wrestle they did. For two people who had never done this before, they were
amazing. Greg was a little stronger, but Karrie's gymnastics skills made this
match pretty even. Both were so strong that they each had moments of making
moves, getting holds and throwing each other around with such power that
lesser bodies would have been hurt. Unfortunately, or rather, fortunately, her
leotard could not survive the struggle and once her clothing was gone, she
ripped his shorts off. He sprang to attention. "Well, one part of you isn't
short."

Finally, Greg was able to get her onto her back and gain control of her arms
even as she wrapped her powerful legs around his torso. He couldn't pin her
and her squeezing couldn't hurt him. After struggling in this position for
several minutes, Karrie managed an almost inaudible, "Make love to me Greg,
fuck me now."

She released her legs so he could enter her. He was being very gentle, but she
was so aroused that her juices had been flowing for quite some time already,
so even though she was extremely tight he slid in easily. And then he felt
something give way and the blood started to flow. Karrie let out a short cry
of pain followed by a long moan of ecstasy as her virginity became a thing of
the past. Her legs went back around his waist and as she achieved orgasm, this
time her squeezes were noticeably stronger.

Coming down from their sexual high, but still coupled, Greg's boner not having
subsided one bit, she lay her head down on his muscular chest. "Why did you
want to wait until you were ready?"

"I turned eighteen yesterday and I wanted you to be the first one."

"But why did you want to wait to wrestle? That's what I meant."

"Well, I knew I'd get super turned on wrestling and it would lead to sex, so I
wanted to wait 'til I was old enough."

"I thought this was your first time wrestling."

"No, and that's why I wanted to wait. I did it, you know, wrestled once
before, and I got in big trouble." He looked at her quizzically. "I wrestled
with my step brother, who is alot older and quite a bit bigger. I destroyed
him and I got so worked up with this new found knowledge of how strong I was,
that I really let loose on him."

"But wasn't I your first, I mean ... "

"I made him lick my pussy. I was fourteen at the time, and he was nineteen.
Our parents were furious. Anyway, can we do it again, with me on top?"

"Sure ... " Before he even got the word out, she squeezed his dick hard with
her pussy muscles and with a powerful torque of her magnificent body caused
them to roll and in an instant she was on top with the lovers still coupled.
Karrie started to lift off and slide back down, slowly at first. This position
was definitely more to her liking and as turned on as she was before, she
definitely was getting more and more aroused being on top.

Soon enough she was thrusting away with all her considerable power. As gentle
as Greg had been, Karrie was quite the opposite and getting wilder by the
second. Her strength seemed to increase the more turned on she got and as she
climaxed her pussy muscles clenched so hard that they halted Greg's orgasm.
When Karrie finally relaxed for a second, Greg erupted with such force that it
immediately got Karrie started on another bone crunching avalanche of pelvis
thrusts.

After about half an hour Karrie finally settled down. She looked down at his
handsome face. Greg seemed startled by the ferocity of Karrie's fucking. "Are
you okay Greg?"

"I think so. You really got carried away there. My dick a really sore."

"Well then, we'll have to try something different." She popped off him and
before he could react, she inched up his torso and straddled his head,
settling her powerful hundred and fifty pounds down onto his face. Greg
dutifully started licking and Karrie went crazy with lust, at some point
having the wherewithall to turn herself around and service him with her mouth
as he continued, and she sucked on his dick with the same intensity as
everything else she did.

Their relationship took on a distinct but subtle change after that. Greg's
gentlemanliness had a very passive quality to it whereas Karrie was quite
self-assured and assertive. And she was also, in spite of how strong Greg was,
fiercely determined to get stronger than him.

Karrie had certainly established herself as the sexually dominant of the two
that very first time they wrestled then fucked, and it only escalated from
there, but the sexuality they shared was still so awesome that Greg didn't
really seem to notice how incrementally things were moving from her being
merely assertive to her actually making him do as she pleased. He was always
in such a state of arousal with this powerhouse that he didn't seem to notice.
And at this point they were still pretty much even in their wrestling matches,
which were really just a sort of prelude to the awesome sex anyway, at least
in his mind.

But then one night, things rather suddenly came to a head, and not as it might
have been expected at first. They were at a party. Though Karrie and Greg
lived very healthy lives as far as exercise and eating habits were concerned,
and neither drank, they liked to get high. Karrie's confident nature became
even more so and Greg became even quieter when they were high, but they both
found that sex was even better, if that was possible, when they were stoned.
This night was no different.

If there was one thing the really pissed Karrie off was when a guy mistreated
a girl. Actually, even as it annoyed her, she relished the opportunity to set
things right. If the guy had some attitude about men being superior to women,
all the better. Fred was just that kind of guy. Karrie was wearing a long
sleeved shirt so her muscles weren't all that noticeable, but it was obvious
that she had a bigger than usual female body. She had on very tight jeans and
any idiot could see that she had a round hard ass and thick legs.

Fred had been rude to his girlfriend, Melissa, all night and when he came onto
Karrie right of the poor girl, totally insensitive to her feelings, Karrie
decided the he needed to have his attitude adjusted. Knowing that she was
pushing his buttons, Karrie told Fred that he simply wasn't man enough for a
woman like her. As icing on the cake, he told Karrie that she looked like a
truck.

One thing led to another and soon enough, Karrie and Greg, Fred and Melissa
were headed over to the gym, along with a few other people who wanted to
watch. Karrie had told Fred that if he beat her in a wrestling match, he could
fuck her. Stupid asshole was clueless that to the notion that she might not
have made such a bet if she wasn't pretty sure of herself. When Greg objected
Karrie made it clear that he had no say in the matter. "As far as I know,
Greg, I still own my vagina. Besides, you know how strong I am, he won't win.
You and I have wrestled many times and you know how good I am, but you've
never watched me in action before. So sit back and enjoy the show."

She told Fred to strip down to his shorts as she went into the locker room to
change. Melissa sat down by Greg and when Karrie came out in a long sleeve
white leotard, Melissa gasped out loud. Even through the stretchy fabric,
every muscle stood out. It was cut very high on the sides, giving the same
effect as when she wore the one that was way too small, but now she had
another five pounds of muscle. Her core looked all powerful.

Above the knee leggings emphasized the thickness of the bare thighs above. She
looked absolutely formidable and very hot. When Karrie looked over at the out
of shape Fred, she had to stifle a laugh, even as she could feel her juices
beginning to flow, pondering how easily she was going to dismantle this
fuckhead.

"She's awesome," whispered Melissa.

"And as powerful as a diesel truck."

Melissa turned to Greg. "He has no chance, does he?"

"Less than none."

"She's gonna kill him."

"Or at least cripple him."

"Good. He treats me like shit." The other people who had come along to watch
could all see the same thing that was so obvious to Melissa. Fred, stupid,
arrogant Fred was the only one who failed to see that he was in over his head,
way over.

The two opponents circled each other, each looking for an opening. Fred struck
first, a fast punch to Karrie's midsection, causing her to double over.
Melissa looked over at Greg with a puzzled look on her face. "She's faking
it," whispered Greg. "Did you see those abs through her leotard? I guarantee
you, he couldn't hurt her if he hit her with a baseball bat."

They turned back to the action, just as Fred's knee came up, catching her in
the chest. Karrie bolted to a standing position, seemingly dazed as Fred
leaped at her. And then, ... . she caught him and, in an instant, jumped and
twisted in mid-air, slamming him down onto his back with teeth shattering
intensity, her powerful body crashing down on top of him. Karrie bounced to
her feet and waved to the audience as she nonchalantly went over to her water
bottle and took a sip while Fred lay there almost convulsing in pain.

After a minute or two, Karrie sauntered over to the still twitching Fred. She
positioned him on his hands and knees. He was still somewhat out of it so his
head was kind of hanging, looking down towards the floor. Karrie then stood
over him, one powerful leg on each side, as she looked over a Greg and smiled,
a smile that suggested, "watch this next awesome move." Bending forward, she
wrapped her arms around his chest from above and then stood up, holding his
almost dead weight, his legs dangling lifeless down, as if she was picking up
a twenty pound bag of dog food instead of a hundred and seventy pound body.

Karrie started to swing Fred's almost limp body back and forth, left and
right, swinging him a little farther out each time. When she was swinging him
so far that his legs were rising up almost parallel the mat, she let go at the
end of a leftward swing and flung him at least seven or eight feet. Landing in
a crumpled mass, he rolled once or twice before coming to rest on his back,
arms and legs somewhat splayed out. She glanced over her shoulder at his prone
body and then launched herself high into the air performing a back layout flip
with a twist.

Fred's landing had revived him some and although he wasn't moving much, his
eyes were open and he screamed as he saw her muscular body descending on him,
her feet together as if she was going to land on his chest. At the last
second, she spread her feet out and landed gracefully, straddling his head.
She immediately jumped again, straight up and did some kind of twisting
maneuver that doesn't even have a name, landing exactly where she started from
except now facing down towards his feet.

Everyone, guys and girls was getting turned on watching the physically
superior young woman do her thing, and indeed Karrie was getting her sexual
engine going as well.

She bent over and once again wrapped her arms around his chest the same way as
before only now he was facing the opposite way, so when she stood up, his
flaccid body arched his back right over where her arms were. Before he could
even respond to that pain, she bent forward just a little then up quickly,
whipping his body up into the air. Then when he was at the peak, whipping him
down again, slamming him onto the mat like she was beating the dust out of a
rug.

This was a tour de force of creative body slamming that could only be possible
by someone of immense physical strength. Melissa looked over at Greg. "She
could kill him, Greg. Are you going to stop her?"

"I'm not sure I could. But the way she's slamming him, always flat, I don't
think anything will get broken. But he'll sure be badly bruised. I've never
seen her being this aggressive before, and believe me, I've seen her plenty
aggressive."

"This may sound awful, but does she, I mean, her power and her fighting
ability and her beautiful strong body, does she turn you on? 'Cause she's sure
turning me on."

"Yeah, and it turns her on too. Karrie gets stronger the more aroused she
gets. And I can tell that she's getting really going. This is only going to
get worse for Fred."

They looked back to the action just as Karrie called over to Greg. "Hey honey,
do you think you could do any of the things I'm doing to this dickwad?" She
laughed as she went back to her poor victim. She had made her point with Fred,
she was overwhelmingly superior to him in every way. Now she just wanted to
continue her demonstration of awesomeness just for Greg, ... ... and Melissa,
but mostly for Greg.

After another sip of water, she sashayed back to Fred and reached down,
grabbing him under his armpits, and in one smooth motion, picked him up off
the floor all the way up to arm's length above her head and threw him a good
six or seven feet across the mats. Fred literally bounced and as his body was
rising up off the floor into an almost upright sitting position, she was
already diving at him, slightly to the side, and as she passed by, slamming
her now fifteen inch arm across his chest and flattening him to the floor once
again, as she gracefully rolled forward and back up to her feet, doing a
little dance movement like one might do during a floor exercise, as he lay
there completely wiped out. There was something so arousing seeing his almost
lifeless body lying there while she bounced around like a little girl with
seemingly more energy than when this match started.

Quite frankly, it wasn't much of a match. This was young woman of frightening
brute strength beating up on a totally defenseless weakling. Figuratively
speaking, she was a Mack truck running over a Mini Cooper. But she really
didn't care. He was a total asshole who treated his girlfriend badly and had a
bad attitude about what women are capable of. Plus she wanted to make a point
with Greg. As strong as he might be, she was now stronger, and infinitely more
aggressive.

Once again, as stated, poor Fred was on the mat, twitching and moaning. Karrie
came over to where Greg and Melissa were sitting and slowly pulled her leotard
down off her round shoulders and down her incredible torso. Stepping out of
it, she elicited another gasp from Melissa, who had never been attracted to
another female, but Karrie was no ordinary female. She still had all the
femininity of any other beautiful woman but so, so powerful. Every muscle was
perfectly developed for performance and stunning female sexuality. Melissa was
all but swooning.

Even though her tits were about medium in size, the bra she was wearing was
tiny, covering only her nipples, and there was bare, amazingly firm breast
flesh surrounded the tiny patches on all sides. That, coupled with the
leggings and tiny thong with the inscription: "Dominator" across the little
patch, gave her a look that had everyone, male and female, moaning with
desire.

She glanced over at Fred, who clearly didn't know what hit him, and decided
she wanted him a little more coherent for her next move. Turning back to her
audience, but concentrating on Greg and Melissa, she ran her hands up and down
her powerful torso while waiting for her opponent, or rather victim, to
recover. She stared at Greg the whole time, as if trying to send him the
telepathic message that, "I'm stronger than you now."

When Fred was once again on his hands and knees, she went back and stood just
above his head. Putting her hands on his waist, she gave a mighty heave and in
an instant he was upside down above her head, just another demonstration of
power that was hard to comprehend. Setting him back down on the mat, once
again on his hands and knees, she stepped forward placing her powerful legs on
either side of his head. Moving them inward, she clamped his head between her
knees, bent over and grabbed his ankles, and then lifted him upside down. She
glanced over at Greg, wanting to make sure he was paying absolute attention,
something she needn't worry about. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Karrie started to fall backwards, rolling onto her back as she released Fred's
head and with perfect timing, she whipped him over her in a perfect, fast
moving arc, his ankles the fulcrum. He landed hard, face down as she continued
to roll, landing on the small of his back, still holding onto his ankles.
Next, she stretched her legs out to the sides in a full French split as she
bent his legs towards her and tucked his feet under her crotch.

Leaning back, actually lying on Fred, back to back, Karrie brought her arms
behind her and slid them under his chest, capturing his arms as well. She sat
back up, poor Fred now having his legs bent back, his back arched painfully
farther than it had ever gone before, and then to top it off, she started to
squeeze his shallow chest in not a reverse bear-hug, an actual backwards
bear-hug as she started to grind her pussy on his feet. As she achieved a
mind-boggling orgasm, her powerful arms knocked him out, almost breaking
several of his ribs as she climaxed.

As she let go of his chest, Fred's body dropped almost lifeless to the mat.
Karrie rolled down onto his back, bring her legs in and up above her head as
his flopped down, and then she effortlessly kipped to her feet. She hadn't
done any of those scissors holds, grapevines, headlocks or anything like that.
She simply wanted to physically destroying him with mind boggling power,
throwing him around and slamming him down like no one else could, Greg
included. She wanted to demonstrate for Greg that she had surpassed even him.

The whole slaughter took less than ten minutes. She moved swiftly and
mercilessly from one destructive move to the next, stopping only to flaunt her
perfect body for her appreciative audience or to allow her victim to recover
all little. No use inflicting pain if he wasn't conscious enough to experience
it. When the slaughter ended, she stood over him like a proud warrior goddess
and looked over at Greg, her body pulsating with power in sync with his
throbbing dick and Melissa's damp pussy.

"Tomorrow night, it's you and me," she said in a seductive but almost
threatening manner. "But tonight, Melissa, that's your name, isn't it?
Melissa, my guy here is short in height but he has a beautiful muscular body,
not like your pathetic friend, and he has an eight inch dick, and that's
before he gets erect. Greg, you take this young lady here and you make love to
her in that gentle way of yours." She almost sneered as she said the word
gentle. "The rest of you please leave now. I'm not done with dick-wad here."

Karrie spent several hours using Fred's face for her feral pleasure before
dumping him outside the back door of the gym, his clothes put back on, inside
out.

The next night, Karrie met up with Greg at the gym. "How was your sex with
Melissa?"

"It was nice, but it's obvious that you've spoiled me. Even though I'm sore as
hell all over my body the next day after you and I have sex, you are clearly
with most sexually exciting woman imaginable. By the way, she was so taken
with you that she said she's going to start working out so she never has to
take shit from any man. She even called out your name as she climaxed."

After Greg was done telling her what she already knew about herself and what
she figured about Mellissa, she told him that she absolutely loved doing what
she did to Fred the night before and that she wanted more of the same.

"What about your Olympic aspirations, Karrie?"

"Let me show you something, Greg." She took him by the hand and led him into
the area where some of the apparatus was. As they walked, she explained. "Do
you know what a beat board is?"

"I think so. Isn't it a thing to give you just a little bounce as you go to
mount an apparatus?"

"Yes. That's right. So, anyway, I have this move, a mount, on the uneven
parallel bars where I run, bounce off the beat-board and I go into a split
with my legs out to the sides. As I'm flying towards the bars, I spin
sideways, turning a hundred and eighty degrees, so that I'm flying at the bars
backward. I fly over the lower bar, which is why my legs are out to the sides,
and with my hands turned backwards I catch the bar and swing right into a
backwards giant circle over the high bar. As far as I know, I'm the only one
who can do it. Or I should say, used to be able to do it."

She led him over to a set of un-evens that had been pushed into the corner
because the top bar was broken in half. I've gotten so strong that the force
of my bounce on the beat-board carried me too high. My shoulders hit the bar,
splintering it."

"We're you hurt?"

"Of course not. Plus, that was a couple months ago. I fly completely over that
upper bar now. No control over my awesome strength."

"What did your coach say?"

"He was pretty pissed, saying that he should have never let me start lifting.
And then he mumbled something under his breath about how I could have been his
meal ticket if he got to coach me all the way to a gold medal. When I realized
he had only thought of me that way, his "meal ticket", I beat the crap out of
him, culminating when I broke his nose with my pussy. I was so much stronger
than him I had to control myself from really hurting him."

"Speaking of strength, I noticed that you've been benching the same amount as
me recently, which I guess makes you pound for pound somewhat stronger, but
when you destroyed that guy last night, I wondered if I could have beaten him
so thoroughly. Then I guess I chalked it up to your gymnastics ability that
you could do some of those moves."

"So, you think that's the only reason?"

"Oh, I don't know ... ..Do you think you're stronger than me, that that's why
you could do some of those things?"

"Why don't we find out? Let's go wrestle, now."

"Sure. Just one thing, could you wear just that thong and those leggings?" I
know we've wrestled naked many times, but that outfit really turned me on."

"Do you want me to wear that little bra?"

"Either way. But I think it was the leggings and the inscription, ya know,
"Dominator" over your pussy that was so hot."

So they wrestled. And Karrie lived up to her name, absolutely dominating Greg,
overwhelming him in both the wrestling and sex. In the past, it was her
forceful personality, but now, she had achieved her goal. She was more
powerful than this strong guy, much more powerful. During the wrestling she
had him twisted in all kinds of un-natural positions. It was more of a
wrestling match than the slaughter from the night before, but it was almost as
one sided. She was just too quick, too coordinated and flexible and now, just
way too strong.

And when it came to the sex, she did what she wanted with him, riding his
face, fucking him so hard she left bruises, crushing him inward so she could
force his face into her breasts, even as they remained coupled.

Her immensely strong legs, so supple from gymnastics, entwined his and
stretching them out to the sides as she relentlessly pounded away, sometimes
for fifteen or twenty minutes at a time before relaxing for a few seconds,
only to start afresh. It was a good thing that Greg was so strong and in such
great shape. A lesser man could easily have been crippled for life.
Afterwards, as they settled down, Karrie basking in her awesomeness, Greg
knowing that he was lucky to be with her ...

"I'll bet, as hot as I am, I can get men to pay big bucks to have me
re-arrange their world view. And don't worry my love. I'll keep you around. I
need to completely cut loose sometimes and you're the only one who I can do
that with without you being totally mangled by my awesome strength. Besides, I
think this whole wrestling thing was originally your suggestion."

"Are you saying that you were holding back last night?"

"He's still alive, isn't he?"

Greg looked at the floor. "Speaking of strength, just how strong are you now,
like for instance, how much are you benching?"

"Oh it doesn't even matter. It's a means to an end. Suffice it to say more
than your two-thirty, a lot more. But like I said it doesn't matter. I'd
rather demonstrate my strength the way I just did with you. And I want to
spend the rest of my life setting men straight as to which sex is superior,
even as I get my rocks off every time, and make a lot of money while I'm at
it."

As they lay there, Karrie waiting for Greg to recuperate for round two, he
wondered out loud, "How come we can always get in to this room even after
hours and no one disturbs us?"

"Oh, that? The manager does whatever I ask of him. He's afraid not to. The
strong shall rule. Also, by the way, he's my step brother, you know, the one I
beat a while back.