Diesel, Part 2 
by Musclehead



She was giving him that look, a look that had so many aspects to it. It said,
all at once, "I am the most awesome fighter in the world, and, I am so turned
on right now that I hope I don't kill this guy when I come", and lastly, that
look said, "I could do this to you if I felt like it."

In reality, she couldn't quite do to him what she was doing to this poor guy,
but she could come close. Greg had almost caught up to her strength-wise after
he had originally been the one training her, and had introduced her to
wrestling. Yes, she was strong naturally and her gymnastics training had made
her very strong, but when she started working out with weights with Greg,
Karrie's strength quickly skyrocketed.

Greg was an awesome physical specimen himself, but he was shy and not
aggressive, the polar opposite of the confident Karrie. She had been
determined to pass him in the power department, and pass him she did.

Greg had closed the gap over the last year, but almost as strong isn't as
strong. Plus, she was so aggressive and her personality was just so over the
top that she still owned Greg, physically but also psychologically. But she
still couldn't quite do to Greg what she was doing to this poor guy right now.
Not that she wanted to either. Greg was her guy and she only dished out this
much pain to guys that deserved it.

The guy was not a total wimp, probably even worked out, but that mattered not.
Karrie was just such a great fighter, fast, flexible, coordinated, and simply
put, athletic beyond measure. And she was so fucking strong that she
overwhelmed all but just the biggest guys. This asshole had no chance against
her, but he did have a very big dick. The only time Karrie allowed any dick
other than Greg's beautiful cock inside her was when the guy was well hung but
it would be totally her pleasure, not his.

But what she was doing to him at this moment had to be seen to be believed.
After she had rendered him completely helpless and lying on his back, she
spread his legs, and kneeled between them. She lifted his lower torso and
pulled him up onto her lap. Then she pulled his cock downwards and inserted it
into her dripping pussy. Grabbing his legs, she folded them up so they were on
either side of his body, then she bent forward and gathered his legs, arms and
his torso all into a total body bearhug. Sitting back up, still kneeling, she
pumped his body, causing his dick to go in and out of her while squeezing him
at about half strength, still enough to cause tremendous pain, especially
since she was stretching hamstrings farther than they had ever been stretched.

It was obvious that she had this guy in this amazing hold with such ease that
she could focus her energy on her impending meltdown. She looked over at Greg.
"Take your clothes off Greg, and don't you dare touch yourself." Karrie
started moaning loudly as she used her poor victim for her feral pleasure.
Soon enough she started to have another over the top orgasm, her twitching,
spasming pussy causing the guy to start to come as well. Clamping down hard
with her well-developed interior muscles, she turned on the power, her bearhug
immediately cutting off his breathing. He passed out from a lack of oxygen and
overpowering pain as Karrie came.

Looking over at Greg with that look, she watched him shoot a load more than
two feet into the air, with no touching. She could do that to him any time she
wanted. As stated, Karrie owned him.

After the first time that Greg had witnessed Karrie dismantling some guy,
throwing him around like he was a beanbag, destroying him with her frightening
brute strength, the next night Karrie rather easily beat Greg in wrestling
before fucking the daylights out of him. In the ensuing months, she had earned
quite a bit of extra money, seducing guys into wrestling with her, the deal
being that they paid her fifteen-hundred dollars if she won, and nothing if
they beat her. Plus, they'd get to fuck her as their prize.

She never lost and she never fucked anyone other than Greg, (except as before
stated, if they had a huge member), but she would force these poor guys to eat
her for sometimes hours. Anyway, she used some of her earnings to hire a
strength coach in order to get even stronger. We're talking about an eighteen
year old girl who could bench over three hundred pounds and squat over five
hundred, and that wasn't enough for her.

She had sex with the strength coach that very first night after training, one
of the few times that her sex partner was someone other than Greg. Jim, the
strength coach, was a strong guy, needless to say, and he outweighed Karrie by
about thirty pounds, but for a few days after they had sex, his ass was
dragging as if he had had the workout of his life. She seemed fine. They never
did it again. She just wanted to see if she could sexually conquer him.
Mission accomplished.

Soon enough, Karrie was so much stronger than Greg that he was absolutely no
competition for her anymore. So she invited him to work with Jim as well,
paying for Greg's training herself. Yes, Karrie was now making a lot of money.
And her fighting skills were nothing short of awesome. As to her strength,
pound for pound, she was possibly one of the strongest people in the world.
Greg had seen her break world records in just their training sessions. He had
urged her to compete, telling her that since her Olympic dreams in gymnastics
were a thing of the past, that she could compete in weightlifting.

But Karrie was no longer interested in being in the Olympics and she wasn't
interested in whether or not she was breaking any world records. She was
interested in breaking men. And how did Greg fit in to all this? Well, even
though he never won, he loved to wrestle with her and she with him. He was
pretty competitive but if he got close to winning one of their vigorous
matches, her intensely competitive nature would kick in and she'd wind up
beating him even more soundly. At those times, she was so worked up that the
sex that followed was nothing short of awesome as well. Actually, their sex
was always awesome, but on those occasions it was beyond awesome. Greg would
be so exhausted the next day that he would wonder which had taken more out of
him, the wrestling or the sex. She seemed fine.

Also, due to his somewhat passive nature and because he was in such awe of
her, Greg liked to watch as she bowled over one stupid man after another. He
sometimes had the duty of helping her line up potential marks when things were
slow. She would just stare at Greg and then whisper, "I'm hungry", and he knew
what she meant.

As mentioned, Karrie was an indomitable fighter, but it was mostly wrestling,
and that term being applied somewhat loosely. When you're simply slamming
somebody down or squeezing the breath out of them with overpowering strength,
or twisting limbs the way they were not meant to be twisted, is it really
wrestling? Does anybody care? At any rate, she wanted to broaden her horizons,
and being such an extraordinary athlete, she could pick things up just by
watching someone else do it. And recently she had been watching some MMA
Ultimate Fighting on TV.

Karrie decided she wanted to try some of this kind of combat, which would
really be just adding kicking and punching to her arsenal. Supremely confident
in her abilities, she wanted to test herself against an experienced fighter,
with no practice beforehand.

"Greggy-poo, I'm hungry. Here's what I want tonight." She proceeded to explain
to her man that the only two qualifications be that it be a guy and that he be
just about the same size as her and an experienced fighter. "I don't want
anyone huge, he can be up to maybe twenty pounds heavier."

"Are you sure you don't want to practice a little ... .?" Before he could get
the word out, he was airborne, his legs swept out from under him, and then
onto his back and in an arm-bar before he knew what hit him.

"Convinced?" She poured on the pressure on his arm.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow. I give." He took a deep breath. "Convinced."

As always after taking someone down, Karrie was suddenly horny so she quickly
turned her arm-bar into another devastating hold, Greg on his stomach with his
arms pulled behind him and straight up in the air, his neck craned back, his
face buried in her crotch. After he had satisfied her, Karrie suggested that
they go to the bar that had live fights in the next town over. "If you're a
good boy and find me a good target, you'll get your reward later."

Karrie wore jeans and a tight tank top, wanting to attract as much attention
as possible. As she wandered around the crowd, here was no doubt in anyone's
mind that she had as much muscle in her arms and shoulders as any fighter up
in the cage. And those bra-less tits, high-beams on, certainly attracted
attention as well.

Greg did his job well, chatting it up with a guy who had started out the
conversation by commenting on Karrie's awesome body. "She's a friend of mine."

"Man, would I like to fuck her. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

"It's not my call. She has a mind of her own."

"What a fuckin' amazing body. She looks strong as hell, all the better for
fucking."

"So you like strong girls?"

"Fuck yeah, they're the best."

"Well, she has one rule. She likes to wrestle, and any guy who wants to get a
piece has to beat her in wrestling. But actually, she wants to try MMA extreme
fighting. That's why we're here tonight. She's looking for some guy to fight."

"Has she done it before?"

"No, but she's such a good athlete unless the guy is almost a pro, any guy in
her size-range will probably find his ass getting kicked."

"Well, I'm not an MMA guy but I'm an incredibly good wrestler. You look pretty
jacked. Do you wrestle her and then fuck her?"

Greg looked at the floor in his typically self-effacing way. "I do wrestle her
but I never win. I'm a great wrestler also and very strong, but she's a little
stronger and a lot more aggressive. Usually she just beats me because she's
better and stronger, but if I'm getting close to winning, she just goes wild
and then she totally kicks my ass even more than usual."

"And then?"

"I don't fuck her, she fucks me. And you're right, she's unbelievable."

"Well, I'm gonna go hit on her right now. Looks like I'm about twenty pounds
more than you. I don't care how awesome a woman is. I've never been beaten,
and I'm not going to blow my winning streak with a woman, no matter how strong
she is."

"Let me go talk to her for a minute, then I'll introduce you. Like I said, she
really wanted to do some of the extreme fighting sort of thing tonight, but
she loves a good challenge."

He went over and talked to Karrie for a few minutes, then motioned for the guy
to join them. His name was Curt. Soon, they were on their way to the gym where
Greg first met Karrie. As they entered, Karrie gave the signal to her brother,
and they went back to the room where the mats were.

"Okay, big boy, let's see what you got." Having spent a lot of time with
female athletes and even a few muscle girls, Curt knew they generally they are
a confident bunch, but he was somewhat startled by Karrie's self-assuredness
and boldness.

As Curt stripped down to briefs that were as small as a bodybuilder's posing
trunks, Karrie bit her lower lip. He was jacked to say the least. Curt was
built like Greg, only about two inches taller and abound twenty pounds
heavier. For the first time that he could recall, Greg felt a twinge jealousy
as he became aware of just how turned on Karrie had instantly become looking
at this magnificent physical specimen. And his tiny shorts couldn't hide that
fact that he was proportionally larger down there as well.

"Now you, Babe." Karrie never allowed a total stranger to call her Babe
without paying price, but she didn't seem to mind this time. Indeed, her whole
demeanor had changed in an instant. As she stripped down, Curt had pretty much
the same reaction to her as she had had to him. Karrie was all but shaking
with anticipation standing there in a tight babydoll shirt that she had on
underneath her tank top. It was intentionally a couple sizes too small and
rode up on her body, revealing that all powerful torso. Emblazoned across the
shirt, hand written with a magic marker, it said "don't just win, dominate".
She also had on her favorite thong, the one that said, "your face here".

"God, you're the most awesome and hot woman I've ever seen. Are you ready?"

"Wait." She turned to Greg. "Strip down baby."

"But ... .."

"I said strip down. What didn't you understand?" Curt's eyes widened as Greg
sheepishly obeyed. Karrie was having a hard time talking. While she stared at
him she looked back at Curt as her hand started to absently rub her pussy
through the tiny undies. "Now, I want to watch you two wrestle first."

And so they wrestled. Pound for pound, they were about equal in strength, but
since Curt was bigger, he had an advantage. But he was also surprisingly
faster, and a much better wrestler. Greg had no chance. He had Greg pinned in
less than a minute. "You're turn, Babe."

But she wasn't ready. "No, that was too fast," she said as Curt looked over at
her. It was obvious that she had already had a sexual meltdown, her breath
short, her face flush. "I want to watch some more. Don't go for the pin so
fast." And so Curt wiped the floor with Greg for the next fifteen minutes.
Karrie was completely beside herself watching this guy destroy her man, a guy
who only ever lost to her.

It had always been Karrie's desire to completely overwhelm every opponent, but
somewhere in the midst of her sexual high, it occurred to her that she was
watching someone who might actually be able to beat her. And, surprisingly,
that turned her on even more, not usual for this aggressive young woman.

So the guys were finally done. Greg almost crawled over to sit leaning against
a wall, he was so wasted. Karrie faced off against Curt and they locked up. It
was immediately obvious to Curt that she would be a more formidable opponent
than Greg had been. She was quite possibly the strongest opponent he had ever
faced. "Wow, what a woman," he thought to himself as his huge cock grew to the
point where it threatened to break out of his shorts.

They fought long and hard, but eventually he had her on her back. As
formidable as Karrie was, she was losing and she didn't seem to mind. Greg
could tell that Karrie, who was always in a state of arousal, was right now so
turned on by Curt that her edge seemed to be gone. But then, Curt made a
mistake. Not with his supremely conditioned powerful body, not with his
skills, but with his mouth. As he was near pinning her he uttered, "Babe, you
are the most incredible woman I have ever seen, but compared to me, you're
still a weak bitch."

In an instant, Karrie pushed him off her. His body sort of flew to the side
followed by Karrie. Their bodies were in the air, parallel to the mat, about
two feet off it. She had somehow wrapped her arms around his chest, and then
she torqued with her powerful core, slamming him onto his back. With
incredible speed, Karrie was up, grabbing his arm, then turning and sitting
down next to him, twisting his arm into an armbar.

She lay down, her foot finding the side of his face and started to push his
head away. Curt was in an instant world of hurt. Quickly she wrapped her other
leg around his near one, pulling it down and back. He was going to pay the
price for his slip of the tongue. She was out of control with fury, like a
wild animal. No one ever got away with calling her a bitch and no one had ever
referred to her as weak. He had put the two words together.

As Curt screamed in pain, she sat up, still holding his armbar with one hand.
She reached forward and grabbed his free leg at the ankle, yanking it towards
her. This frighteningly powerful woman had this previously unbeaten man tied
in knots and was powering down on her multiple holds with stunning intensity.
After a few seconds she could feel his resistance failing. She released the
hold and quickly got to her feet, then jumped high, crashing down on his
chest, leading with her elbow and upper arm.

Flipping him over, she sat on his lower back, then she wrapped her right arm
backwards around his head, her thick tricep across his face. Yanking him back,
she wrapped her legs around his waist and started squeezing as she continued
to pull back on his upper torso and head with all her might. She still had one
arm free so she reached back and grabbed his right ankle with her left hand,
pulling it towards her and twisting it at the same time.

Curt was pulling at her right arm with everything he had, but it was not
enough. Karrie was out of control by this point, so turned on, so furious at
what he had said that her intensity grew and grew, his pain becoming worse and
worse until it was unbearable. She felt his body go limp, so she released her
multiple holds, got to her feet and rolled him over onto his back.

In spite of all his pain, Curt had a raging boner, his cock sticking out to
the top of his shorts, sticking out a lot. "My God," she thought, "that thing
must be at least twelve inches." She reached down and tore his shorts off
before shredding her own, so out of control with lust and power that she
forgot that this was one of her favorite outfits. Greg watched with total awe.
He had seen her in action. He knew she was the most powerful and aggressive
woman ever, but this was amazing even for her.

Karrie grabbed Curt's ankles and dove forward on top of him, bending him in
half, his feet by his ears. Then her pussy found the tip of his monster and
she forcefully shoved herself onto him. Her super strong thrusts revived him
some, the pain mixed with pleasure. She rode him like a human jackhammer for
several minutes, Greg watching intently as he stroked his own considerable
member.

Then, unbelievably, Karrie upped the ante. Somehow, she miraculously got to
her feet, Curt still inside her, his body still folded in half. She stumbled
over to a nearby wall and proceeded to fuck the life out of him in a standing
position, crushing him against the tiled wall with each in and out thrust.
This went on for God knows how long, Karrie's orgasms piling one on top of the
next until it was one continuous orgasm that went on for almost an hour. The
beaten and broken Curt came many times as well, even at times when he had
slipped into unconsciousness.

Eventually she backed away and let go. As his body dropped towards the floor,
her powerful pussy muscles held on, so his lifeless body was dangling from her
crotch, his cock held fast. Still holding on, Karrie turned towards Greg with
a look in her glazed eyes that said, "Your next." She unclenched her pussy
muscles and Curt dropped the rest of the way to the floor. His cock looked
like it had been through a meat grinder, but Karrie didn't even look back at
her victim as she slowly walked towards the frightened Greg, like a predatory
animal that had corner her next meal.