Ninja Warrior 
by Musclehead



"Hey Fred, come and check this out." Fred wandered over to where his wife and
her friend, Amy were standing, near the climbing rope. Yes, Fred had a
climbing rope, and a five-hundred pound tire, among other things, in his back
yard. When he got over to the rope, there was Heather, Amy's ten year old
daughter, almost at the top of the twenty foot climb.

"Wow, that's great." He directed his voice up to Heather. "Can you make it to
the top?"

Amy and Kate, Fred's wife, chimed in practically in unison. "This is her fifth
time up." Then Amy turned her attention back to Heather. "Remember dear, this
is your fifth time. Don't forget that you have to be able to make it back
down." Heather grunted an acknowledgment and came back down without finish the
ascent.

"Wow! That was great, little girl. What else can you do?"

"I can do a lot of pull-ups."

Fred looked at her incredulously. "Really?"

"Well, chin-ups. Do you have a bar, Mr. Miller?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. Come on." They crossed the yard to where there was
a framework attached to the playhouse and swing set with not just a chinning
bar, but there were also a set of rings hanging from the old two by four
frame. The chinning bar was made from an old bar from a weight set that Fred
used to use before he switched to using almost exclusively dumbbells and
kettlebells.

Fred stood behind Heather, put his hands on her waist, and lifted her up to
the bar, noting that she was heavier than she looked. Heather was one solid
little ten year old. She performed about fifteen very sloppy chin-ups with
lots of kicking of her legs, etc., but fifteen chin-ups nonetheless. Later he
showed her his five-hundred pound tire and was astounded when she got one side
about three inches off the ground.

Workout over, they headed to the food. While Heather dug in, Amy told Fred
that Heather is "planning to be a Ninja Warrior when she grows up".

"Is that right, Heather?"

"Yup," she managed between mouthfuls. Fred noticed that she had stayed away
from the soda and was drinking water along with a lot of meat and beans on her
plate and no cookies or cake.

"I just hope they still have that competition on TV by the time you're old
enough. Do you have a backup plan?"

"Well, I think I'll start doing that cross-fit stuff now that you show me some
stuff. Do you do it also, Mrs. Miller?"

"Yes, but I'm not as serious about it as Mr. Davis is, or our son Dave. He's
five years older than you, and he's pretty amazing as well."

"As amazing as me?"

"Well," she smiled, "different amazing. I think you're more amazing."

"Thanks. I sure hope they have that Ninja Warrior competition, but I also plan
on being are real Ninja Warrior." Everyone smiled and chuckled amongst
themselves. Then Heather really shocked them.

"You know, the amazon women cut off one of their tits so they wouldn't get in
the way of their shooting a bow and arrow. Well, I'm gonna cut both of mine
off so they don't get in the way when I destroy everyone that dares to
challenge me."

There was nervous laughter all around, nobody knowing how to respond. Finally,
Fred offered to Amy, "Wow, Heather's a little intense, huh?"

"Just like her mother. I'm sure Kate has told you how intense I can be. But I
prefer the term 'focused', if you don't mind."

The school year began and Amy and Kate went back to teaching, and Fred went
back to coaching cross-fit after a summer off. He almost forgot about little
Heather until Kate came home one day after school a few years later and told
him that Amy had said that thirteen year old Heather had flipped a tire that
weighed almost as much as his five hundred pounder, the length of a football
field.

Fred had been doing cross-fit just about from the start, and for several years
now he had been a trainer, the now eighteen year old Dave being one of his
star pupils. So he knew that for anyone, regardless of age or gender, to flip
a heavy tire the length of a football field was not only an amazing feat of
strength, but of endurance as well.

Fred also really loved that women were now building muscle and strength
without reservations or concerns about old fashioned gender roles. He loved
all sizes and shapes as long as they were fit and strong, but there were
certain types he liked more than others, especially the ones with full round
curvy muscles, like a Cindy Phillips type, but he just liked looking, nothing
more. He felt like the luckiest man in the world to be married to a woman like
Kate and he would never consider straying. Though she said she wasn't as
serious as Fred or Dave when it came to training, it probably wasn't true. In
her fifties, she was as strong as any average man and physically beautiful, as
hot as any thirty something fitness athlete. She was quite capable of keeping
up with Fred if not strength-wise, certainly stamina-wise and they had a sex
life that any horny teenager would envy.

Just a few months after Amy had relayed the story of Heather and the tire, she
got transferred to another school and since they were no longer teaching
together, Kate and Amy didn't see each other on a daily basis anymore, and as
happens so often happens, lives go on and people drift apart, not
intentionally, it just happens.

Now it was six years later. Twenty-four year old Dave was training for the
Crossfit National Championships, Fred having retired from competition after
winning the masters division the year before at the ripe old age of sixty-two,
beating out many awesome men up to twenty years younger. They hadn't forgotten
about little Heather, who would be nineteen now, they just hadn't heard
anything for a long time, and since they hadn't seen her at any competitions
or on TV (remember "Ninja Warrior") they assumed that she had lost interest.

They were wrong. Out of the blue, Amy called Kate on day and they decided to
get together. They were gonna go shopping at the outlets which were only
twenty miles from Fred and Kate's rural home. She asked if Heather could come
along and do some training with Fred and Dave while they were shopping. Of
course she was welcome.

Even though it was a summer day, it was relatively early in the morning when
Amy and Heather arrived. Mr. Davis, Amy's husband, had moved out about five
years earlier. (Actually, he was Heather's step-father, her own dad having
been killed in the line of duty in Lebanon when she was only four.)

It was just a bit chilly and Amy was wearing a sort of track suit outfit, but
it would come off soon enough. She was very friendly but still had the
intenseness about her. Almost as soon as Amy and Kate hit the road, she turned
to Fred. "Mr. Miller, have you added any new workout apparatus since I was
here ten years ago?"

"Was it ten years? I thought it was nine." "Yeah, you're right. Good memory
for an old guy." Fred seemed somewhat startled by her comment. Do to his
extraordinary fitness and strength levels, no one ever called him old. And
little Heather wasn't so little anymore. Fred wasn't a big man, and it didn't
go un-noticed by him that at five eight, she was looking him straight in the
eye, so she was at least a little taller than the average female, although her
generation had definitely gotten bigger than the previous one. But he could
see by the broad smile on her pretty face that she was just kidding.

"Anyway, back to my question."

"Well, a few things. We have a thirty foot rope now and one of those things
with the rungs on both sides where you have to pull up then in mid pull-up,
move the bar up to the next set of rungs. Very difficult. And ours is set on
an angle. You know there's no cross-fit competition that uses that, it's more
of a Ninja Warrior type of thing, but it builds tremendous arm and shoulder
strength as well as that explosiveness, so it helps with crossfit as well."

"Cool. Let's go. Where's Dave?"

"He went to pick up his girlfriend. So are you still set on being a Ninja
Warrior?"

"Yup. You'll see. And cross-fit too."

"Why aren't you competing?"

"Because I want to stay anonymous until I'm ready. Then I'm going to come in
and win the national championship on my first try. And not just win. I plan on
utterly destroying my competition."

That phrase, "destroy the competition" rang a bell with Fred. It harkened back
to that day nine year ago when she said almost the same thing, except she said
challenger instead of competition back then. That was when she said she was
gonna cut off her boobs so they wouldn't get in the way. He could tell even
with her track suit on that, thank goodness she hadn't done that. Not that he
was lusting after her. She was almost young enough to be his grand-daughter
for God's sake. But the very idea of doing something so radical was kind of
shocking.

So they made their way out to the back where all of the workout stuff was and
since it was warming up, off came the track suit. Fred had to stifle a gasp.
She was wearing a tight tanktop with a sports bra underneath and yoga pants
and she had the most extraordinary body he had ever seen on a woman, and he
had seen plenty. She had those round, full shapely muscles that his favorite
bodybuilder Cindy, had but with broader shoulders and four more inches of
height. Her yoga pants looked like they were painted onto a lower body that
displayed every bit of round full muscle bellies that her body did.

Even at the tender age of nineteen, Heather was well aware of the effect she
had on men. Fred was no different, maybe even more attracted to her type than
others might be. He stood there, trying not to stare, but not being very
successful, so he tried to act as if he was interested in her extraordinary
fitness level and nothing else. She knew better.

Slowly, Heather closed the space between then until them until they were
almost touching. "Mr. Miller, what do you think of my physique?"

"I think you're stunning. How could you be so perfectly developed at your
age?"

"I've been training for ten years. And you know my mom is pretty well built
even though she never worked out seriously. Evidently my dad was that way too.
But me? I put in a lot of effort working to get my body this way, a whole lot
of effort," she emphasized those last four words. "Mr. Miller," she reached
out and placed a finger under his chin, gently closing his mouth, "I weigh a
hundred and seventy-five pounds, same as you."

"That's a lot."

"All muscle."

"How do you know how much I weigh?" he managed.

"I've been following your career, Dave's too, but mostly yours. So I also know
that I only weigh ten pounds less than him as well. You were very encouraging
to me all those years back, especially when I told you how all the boys hated
that I was stronger than them and you told me not to worry about them, that
they were just intimidated. I'm forever in your debt for your kind words. And
even now, I can be very intimidating to boys if I want." She smiled as she
stared at him. "You're shaking. Are you intimidated or turned on?"

Before he had to answer that question, Dave and Carol, his girlfriend arrived.
"Saved by the cavalry" thought Fred. Dave was equally taken by Heather's
awesomeness, but he was trying not to show it since Carol was there, although
Carol certainly understood. She immediately told Heather that she had the most
amazing body she had ever seen. Carol worked out as well, doing cross-fit
exercises and by most standards she was fit and strong. But as she would
readily admit, Heather was in another league altogether.

So they all had a good time on all the apparatus all morning long, Heather
proving to be Dave's equal every step of the way, and it must be remembered
that he was preparing to compete at the very top level that very summer, and
Heather was saying that she wasn't ready yet. Fred was having a hard time
fathoming how much more prepared she might want to be since he thought it not
inconceivable that she could win the whole shebang right then and there, in
the men's division if she so chose. Fred would know. He trained a lot of top
people over the years.

After a break for some lunch, Fred noting how healthy Heather ate, as well as
how much, everyone headed back out to the apparatus to do more working out,
although they all loved doing the various stuff so much that it was more like
playing. Fred lagged behind to make some phone calls. Dave turned to Heather
at some point after making a mental note that she could do some things, the
non-cross-fit stuff, quite a bit better than he could. And he thought that
that was all she was really interested in, the Ninja TV type stuff, since he
had never seen her compete in crossfit, not know what she had told Fred about
being ready to take the Crossfit world by storm.

"So, Heather, are you still going to be a Ninja Warrior?" There was a mocking
tone to his voice. Dave turned to Carol. "She was going to cut her tits off so
they wouldn't get in her way." As they turned back to look at Heather, she had
taken off her tank-top and was pulling her sports bra over her head. The
sportsbra must have been on the tight side and her breasts had seemed on the
smallish side with it on.

Now in a very revealing bikini top, not much more than two triangles covering
her nipples, it was obvious that they weren't that small, and they were as
solid as the rest of her, thrusting out on deep pecs. But it was her torso
that was truly a work of art, deep abs, awesome serratus, pronounced obliques
and detailed devils horns, and a pronounced V taper from those broad shoulders
to that tight waist. Her yoga pants were very low, allowing almost all of her
beautiful core to be fully exposed.

"As you can see, I didn't cut them off, dickhead. And yes, I'm not just going
to do the TV Ninja Warrior stuff, I think a warrior needs to be able to
actually fight. Care to try me out?"

"I've done MMA."

"Then you might have a chance, but not much of one."

"I don't hold back. I might hurt you."

"I'm indestructible. Sounds like you're making excuses. Are you a weenie as
well as a dickhead?"

"What are the rules, bitch. And why are you suddenly acting this way?"

"You were mocking me. Now you've called me a bitch. The rules are no choking
and I promise not to kick you in your crotch. You can try to do anything you
want to me."

"Over there, where the sand pit is."

"Fine." It was obvious that Heather's intensity level was on the rise. Heather
went over and stood in front of Carol in a very seductive way, allowing the
slightly older woman to bask in her physical beauty. Indeed this young woman
was an absolutely perfect specimen, and so hot. She knew it, and Carol knew
it. Dave knew it as well, but he was kind of a jerk, so different from his
dad, who had just come back on the scene in time to stop Dave from coming up
behind Heather to pull her away from his girlfriend.

Too late, Heather had already had the intended effect on Carol. Carol could
see that he was being somewhat dickish and she was taken with this young
female goddess, now suddenly finding herself thinking that she hoped Heather
would kick his ass, though she doubted that was possible.

"What's going on here?" Fred called out before anything could happen. Heather
turned around, eliciting another stifled gasp from Fred.

"Your son and I were just getting ready to have a little fight. He was making
fun of me, just like he did nine years ago." She glared at Dave. "Yeah, I
haven't forgotten how mean you were when there were no adults were around,
saying that those weak boys were right and that I should just learn to cook.
Get ready to get your ass kicked."

Dave was a little un-nerved by her unflappable confidence, but Fred and Carol
weren't so sure of her chances. They knew how good a fighter he was, and as
amazing as Heather was, so was he, and he was bigger than her. Soon their
fears were confirmed as Dave was punching and kicking her at will, although
shots to her head usually met thin air. He was very quick and she didn't seem
to be able to mount much of an offense. He had Heather back on her heels most
of the time. Still, In spite of the power in his punches and kicks, her
conditioning was so extraordinary that his blows seemed to have little impact.
It was especially amazing when one of his powerful side-kicks got past her arm
and connected with those incredible serratus with a loud smack, obviously
extremely hard, but not hurting her.

And then, on one of those powerful kicks to the side of her body, she suddenly
caught his foot and lifted before he could react, while her extended foot
swept his other leg out from under him. It seemed almost slow motion as he
floated up until his body was parallel to the ground. In the same instant, she
reached over with her other hand and grabbed that same captured foot, turned
away from him and whipped him around and over her and onto the ground with
stunning force.

Heather followed, landing on top of his back as he crashed face first top the
ground. Letting go of his foot, Heather wrapped her powerful arms around his
head and rolled in the same direction as the fall, bringing Dave along. They
rolled two times and when they came to rest, he was in a seated position, half
in front of her, half on her lap. Her muscular legs were wrapped around one of
his, a kind of legbar.

So fast and so explosive, Heather was on to her next move in an instant.
Reaching forward on the same side as the captured leg, over his shoulder and
then back around his head and shoulders, her thick triceps pushing into his
face, she pulled him back and away from that captured leg. Once again, before
he could do anything, she reached forward with her free hand, grabbed the
ankle of his free leg, and yanked it across his body and up as far as she
could pull it, using all her formidable strength.

Dave was completely immobile and helpless. Then Heather really started pouring
on the pressure and Dave was in a world of hurt. Carol found herself rooting
for Heather at this point, surprising herself that she didn't feel for Dave.
After all, he was older and more experienced. He was also bigger so he should
be winning. Fred's mind was reeling. This was his son, and he should be
rooting for him. But he knew in the back of his mind that he had always pulled
for the underdog and that was part of the reason he always loved it when women
were able to prove themselves more capable than men at physical competition.
That's also why he was so motivated himself, so much older and somewhat
smaller than men that he would beat on a regular basis.

He also realized that he had a huge erection. Yes, this woman who was young
enough to be his granddaughter was turning him on with her skill, her strength
and her beautiful muscular body.

After about a minute of pouring on the pressure, and knowing that Dave was
completely incapable of getting out of her hold, she suddenly loosen her limbs
and pushed him away. Dave flopped to the ground as Heather slowly got to her
feet and went over to her water bottle, taking a sip as Dave sat back up,
shaking the cobwebs out. Her hold would probably have badly hurt any average
man, but it must be remembered that Dave was extraordinarily conditioned as
well. And he was pissed off, deluding himself into thinking that she got
lucky.

He wanted more, and that was just fine with Heather. At this point the
contrast was striking. His anger and embarrassment was getting the best of him
and she was calm and self-assured. Dave ran at her, leaping forward, expecting
to knock her to the ground with him on top. But instead, he was met with the
palm of her hand to his chest, striking with such force that he was the one
who landed on his back.

She was on him in a flash. Since they were on the ground she couldn't kick,
but she really didn't need to. As she moved from one painful limb twisting
hold to the next with amazing speed and power, she was all knees and elbows
striking into his body as she flowed from one hold to the next. She was so
overwhelming that Dave couldn't do anything to respond. It became obvious to
Fred that she had been letting Dave hit her at will at the beginning of this
match that had rather suddenly turned into a mismatch.

It was apparent that she was at least his equal when it came to strength, but
there was no comparison when it came to fighting skill. Dave was a pretty good
fighter but compared to Heather, he was a beginner. From time to time, Heather
would let him go, nonchalantly go get a sip of water or go stand in front of
Carol, rubbing her hands up and down her torso in a most suggestive way. Then
she would saunter back to Dave and begin the assault anew.

Fred was transfixed watching this amazing young beauty with skills the likes
of which he had never seen. But at some point he knew he had to stop her. Dave
was so outclassed that he couldn't even fight back. He went over to where
Heather had Dave folded up like a cheap suitcase, her legs intertwined in such
a way the she had all four of his limbs crossed, bent or twisted to the point
where he couldn't move a muscle.

"Heather, you have to stop. He can't even defend himself anymore."

"He never could. He lets his emotions get in his way. A true Ninja warrior is
totally dispassionate when they're fighting. The passion comes later, but not
with him. He's an asshole and always was. No, I save myself for people who
were encouraging to me, people like you. Now don't interfere. As you can see,
even though he's a little tied up at the moment," she chuckled to herself, "my
arms are still free. I know you're pretty awesome, but do you think you're a
match for me with just my arms?"

He nodded in the negative. "Good. I'm almost done. He's an amateurish fighter
but he's strong and well-conditioned. I don't think I hurt him. Yeah, he'll be
sore for a week, but that's about it." She turned her attention back to her
captured opponent and wrapped her arms around his head. Then her whole body,
her whole being, poured on the pressure until his body went limp.

Disentangling herself from him, he slumped to the ground on his back. He was
breathing deeply, but he wasn't moving as Heather slowly got to her feet and
turned towards Carol who was all but panting so turned on by this display of
female superiority. "Crawl to me, Carol."

She did as told. "Take my yoga pants off." Carol reached up and Heather
grabbed her hands. "With your teeth." Carol moaned loudly at the very
suggestion and tried to comply.

"They're too tight and you're so hard that I can't grab ahold."

"Then pull them down past my torso first." Carol finally managed to get them
off, Heather lifting one leg at a time so she could finish her task, perfectly
balanced even on one leg as Carol tugged them past her feet. Her task
complete, she looked back up, staring into a thong that had the inscription
"Dominator" emblazoned across the tiny patch of material. "Carol, does he go
down on you, you know, lick your pussy?"

"No, but he makes me suck his dick all the time. He says it's a woman's
place."

"That's what I expected. Well, I'll make it clear to him that things are going
to change different from now on."

"I've never felt this way before, but right now I want to lick yours." As she
leaned in towards Heather's sweet pussy, Heather bent forward, wrapped her
arms around Carol's waist, and picked her up like she weighed ten pounds.

Turning around to where the still out of it Dave lay, she sat Carol down on
his lower torso, then sat down on Dave's face staring at Carol with an
intensity that hadn't waned since the slaughter had ended. She turned to Fred.
"Don't interfere." Fred wasn't about to; he was frozen in place watching this
scene, his cock as hard as he had remembered it being in years.

"By the way, Mr. Miller, your wife is in on this. I'm going to fuck your
brains out after I'm done here, and we have her blessings. She knows that
you're into strong capable women like her, and she thought you might like a
go-around with one of the strongest, most capable. It was actually kind of a
birthday present sort of thing. She wanted to pay me but I offered to do it
for free. She also was hoping I'd thrash Dave, because she knows he's a
sexist. Now, I want you to go inside and get ready for me."

Surprising himself that he obeyed her without hesitation, Fred got up and went
into the house. Heather turned back to Carol. "Just sit still and watch."
Heather pulled her thong aside and positioned her shaved pussy over Dave's
mouth. She started to rotate her powerful hips on his unresponsive mouth. But
soon enough she felt a tongue starting to probe.

Carol watched with rapt attention then suddenly, "He's getting hard."

"Of course he is. Even macho guys like him, although they won't admit it, are
totally turned on by superior women like myself. Pull his shorts off, Carol."
He sprang to attention. Carol was pulling her own bathing suit bottoms off,
getting ready to impale herself on him. She was already dripping wet, so
turned on by Heather.

"No wait." Heather got off Dave and turned around, sitting back down on his
face, his eyes now open, staring up at his conqueress. "Carol, come around to
this side." She obeyed instantly. "You look fit and strong. Can you hold
yourself in a plank for a pretty long time?" Carol nodded in the affirmative.
"Okay, turn around and put your legs on my shoulders and then push yourself up
into a plank position. We're going to make Dave watch while I lick your
pussy." She looked down at Dave. "You keep your eyes open or I'll cripple
you." Knowing that she could probably do it, he obeyed.

Once Carol got into position, Heather pulled her back until lips of one kind
met lips of another. Carol was so turned on at this point that she was having
a hard time keeping herself up. Heather knew that in addition to controlling
Dave's body, she was now controlling his mind and soon enough his hands were
reaching up and fondling whatever he could reach on her perfect body because
goddesses deserve to be worshipped. As Carol began to orgasm, her arms started
to collapse. Heather's hands had already been on Carol's nice tits and so she
just held Carol up. At the same time, Dave's tongue had done its job and
Heather began bouncing up and down on his face.

Carol collapsed in Heather's arms. She got up and lay Carol down next to Dave,
and then turned around and replanted herself, once again facing Dave's body.
"Watch, Carol." She wiggled her hips until Dave's nose was as deep into her
pussy as possible after she captured his arms under the folds of her legs. The
she leaned forward and grabbed his ankles and with stunning explosive
strength, spread his legs out to the sides, almost into a full split, farther
than they had ever gone.

She began grinding against his face and in seconds, as she once again had a
powerful sexual meltdown, Dave shot his load, as Carol squealed with delight.
Letting go of her holds, she slid off his face, crouching above his head,
looking down at him with disdain. "You are now my bitch. Tell me, do you still
think I should just stick to cooking?"

He didn't answer. He just stared up at this goddess. "Now, I'm going in to the
house to fuck the daylights out of your father. You're going to stay here on
your back and you're going to lick Carol's pussy for as long as she wants. Got
it?"

She turned and headed towards the house where Fred waited, in a state of
agitation, wondering what this encounter was going to be like, having already
involuntarily ejaculated into his shorts just thinking about it.

End of Part 1