Skylark 
by Musclehead



"Hey girlfriend, what's goin' on?" Mary had let herself in to Skylark's front
door, knowing she wouldn't mind.

"Oh, just watching some of my videos. Care to join me?" Skylark was laying on
the floor her elbows on the mat, chin resting on her hands. She had on a short
sleeve cut off t-shirt, and cutoff sweat-shorts, white and tight, outlining
her perfect ass beautifully. Mary just wanted to drop to her knees and take a
bite out of those juicy glutes, but held back, not sure if Skylark felt the
same way towards her. So, she lay down next to her in the same position and
looked over at the TV.

The video that was on was one of her doing a beat-down with that creepy
Danton. After a few minutes of watching, Skylark let out a sigh and rolled
onto her back. Her breasts were average in size, but nice and firm so they
didn't flatten out as she lay there. Mary looked over at her friend. "Girl,
your abs are looking really nice."

"Thanks, I've been working on them. Plus I've gotten a little leaner
recently."

"You seem pensive. What's wrong?"

"I don't want to do anymore beat-downs. I don't want to do any of this fake
shit, where the guy just about sticks his head in between the girl's thighs,
as an example. I don't want creeps like Danton. What kind of man would
intentionally allow a woman to kick him in the nuts? And look at his out of
shape body. Totally repulsive."

"But you're making a lot of money, and by most standards you're the hottest
wrestler out there."

"But that's the thing. I really am a wrestler. I can actually wrestle. You've
seen my video on Cardiac Fight. I beat the guy and he was actually trying. He
was about the same size as me and not a total wimp, but I was faster and more
skilled and maybe even a little bit stronger than him. Now look at this one."

It was of a woman in her forties who had been a Russian gymnast. She was
pretty muscular, especially her legs. "The guy is pathetic. He doesn't even
try to make it look like he's fighting back. Look how he puts his hands on the
mat above his head, so like, she can hold them there or something. But the
video is still cool because, first off, she does some cool moves, not just the
usual bunch of scissoring. And second, she looks strong enough and athletic
enough that even if he really was fighting back, I think she'd mop the floor
with him.

"Look at this move. He's scissoring her, but she barely notices. She rolls
them over so he's on his back underneath her. Then she clamps her knees on
either side of his ribcage. She goes into a plank, lifting him off the floor
and then even farther up. He's in such agony that he releases his scissors and
hangs there as she pours on the pressure. She's got to be really strong to
just push her knees inward and hold him there. So cool. I want to be able to
do stuff like that. There's another one with her and some old guy, whom she
sexually abuses through the whole video. She gets mostly naked in that one and
she is more ripped. When she's leaner, her proportions are better. I love to
see women strong enough to be totally the one in control during sex, making
the man do whatever she wants and wrestling can be considered an extension of
that, but not if the guy looks like Danton, and not if he lets her win. This
is about physical dominance, and it has to be real."

Skylar clicked the button on the remote. "Now watch some of this one. It's a
British woman named Johanna, from a while back. She's very muscular. Look at
him. He's trying his hardest but he's totally out of his league. She is so
much stronger than him. A couple of times, she literally folds him in half. At
one point, I'll see if I can find it ... ., oh yeah, here it is, she literally
crushes his entire body and one of his legs with just her arms." Skylar was
all but swooning, watching the muscle woman so easily overpower the weak man.
"Ohhhhh, she's so fucking strong, and what a beautiful powerful body." She
rolled onto her back, stuck a hand into the front of the terrycloth shorts,
bringing herself off in seconds.

Mary couldn't help but notice Skylar's abs tighten and relax with each
pulsation of her pussy muscles. Unable to stop herself, Mary reached over and
started to stroke Skylark's tight, flat stomach, causing her subsiding orgasm
finding new reason to continue on for several more moments.

Skylark opened her eyes, looking over at Mary, who seemed horrified that she
had overstepped her boundaries. But Skylark surprised her. "Do you like my
body, Mary?"

"Oh, yes. You're so beautiful, and athletic."

She rolled over and switched to another video. It was one with her and another
woman. That vile Danton was in it along with the guy who produces so many of
them. The premise was that the girls would work together to see how many times
they could get one or other of the guys to submit. "This is the type of shit
I'm getting sick of. But look at my body here."

"I can't take my eyes off it."

"Thanks. How do I compare to the other woman?"

"Oh my God, it's not even a contest. She's very average looking, her shoulders
are narrow and her butt's too wide. The only qualification she has is that
she's willing to put on a thong, which doesn't look that great by the way, and
do this stuff."

"This stupid stuff. Anyway, back to me. See how you can see my abs almost all
the time, and when I clench, they really show. Plus, my booty is tighter and
harder than it's ever been. Jeeze, there's one video from back in the day
where my butt was getting borderline cottage-cheesey. Anyway, my legs look
good, but my arms and shoulders are merely okay, even though my shoulders are
reasonably broad. I wonder what I'd look like with more muscles, not as much
as that British lady, and I think I have way better proportions than that
Russian woman, Nightshade is what they call her. I wonder."

"Is that what you want, to be real muscular?"

"I think I'd like to be more muscular, but I think what I'd like to be able to
do is have real wrestling matches, not with weak guys like those two women,
but with strong skilled guys, and still prevail. You know, I'm a hundred and
forty-five pounds right now."

"Wow, that's twenty more than me."

"But it's not a huge amount for someone who's five-nine. I'll bet I could gain
fifteen pounds of muscle without looking as muscular as Johanna and still look
better than the Russian woman." She stood up and, facing Mary, slowly stripped
down to just her thong. Mary did likewise, a pretty body, better than the
woman in the video. She was fit, but not like Skylark. After she was down to
almost nothing, she crawled over to Skylark, pulled the fabric aside, and
started licking.

They made love for two hours. Afterwards, lying there in each other's arms,
Skylark whispered to Mary, "You lick pussy so much better than Richard, my
boyfriend. Can you keep a secret?" Mary shook her head in the affirmative.
"I'm going to drop out of the video wrestling scene. I've made enough money
that I don't have to work for at least a couple years. My house is paid for
and I have a pretty good amount of savings. I'm going to work out to get
stronger. When I think I'm ready for step number one, I'm going to challenge
Richard to a match. I'll beat him badly and then I'll force him to eat me.
He's a pretty cool guy, but I don't think he'll like that. You and I can be
lovers. Would you like that?"

"Oh my God, yes."

"Good. To rub it in, right after I destroy him, you'll move in as I'm throwing
him out of my life. Ha ha. I do sometimes have a cruel streak."

Three months later, Skylar had gained five pounds of muscle. She had an easy
time of it with Richard, who outweighed her by fifteen pounds, but was not in
as good shape, not as skilled, and she was surprisingly quite a bit stronger
than him. She really overwhelmed him, and got off like never before forcing
him to eat her for a long time before fucking him in the Amazon position,
holding onto his legs for leverage. Now she craved more. As easily as she beat
Richard, she couldn't do the things that the British woman or Nightshade
could, at least not yet. But her loins ached for more.

Over the next several months, she worked out like a demon, ate lots of protein
and took the usual supplements, though nothing else. She stopped answering
emails from the various producers and changed her phone number. Luckily, no
one knew where she lived. She kept an eye on the various Forums where there
was constant chatter about what had happened to Skylark. Clearly, she was a
favorite. People thought she was beautiful and hot. And, although it was
mostly an act, people loved that she seemed to relish causing pain in her old
videos.

Eventually, things died down, and although her old videos were still
available, she was mostly forgotten as a flood of new ones with other girls
showed up, mostly the bullshit type that she hated doing, lots of scissors,
guys not fighting back, etc. She watched for ones that looked strong, were in
great shape and could wrestle. She made note of Ariola Y, and Tia, who was
pretty big also. She thought Cinnamon Martini was very hot, with a great body,
in addition, was rumored to be in her late forties, further evidence that
weight training is the fountain of youth. Cinnamon's body was way better than
ninety percent of the twenty-somethings on the planet.

There were some muscular, strong and athletic women on another web-site but
ninety percent of what they did was scissors. Skylark thought it was
ridiculous that a woman with muscular arms and could do backflips, etc. would
be confined to scissors and not much else. She really hated the ones where
they grabbed a guy's balls or dick, it reminded her of Danton letting girls
kick him there. Not fair.

Two years later, the time had come. Skylark contacted that Scissors guy and
asked if he could set up a match with Danton. She arrived before that fat bald
headed goof, so she was alone with What's-his-name. He was excited to see her
to say the least. "You look great. I guess time off has been good to you."

"I guess you could say that. Wanna see more?"

"I can't wait." She slowly removed her sweatpants, down to those same panties
she had on two years earlier. "Well, you always had great legs, but they look
thicker, stronger." She just smiled. Then she turned her back to him, her ass
so much more muscular. She started pulling her sweatshirt off. Up and up, her
body, broader and broader, an amazing V shape with round hard shoulders. But
the sweatshirt was still over her arms. She turned around to face him as she
finished pulling the sweatshirt off, the full package now in view.

"Oh my God, Skylark. You look strong as shit."

"That I am. And I've been working on my skills. I don't want to do any more of
those stupid set up shit, where whoever he is basically lets me do whatever I
want. I want all out wrestling."

"You know he can't do any of that shit. He's just sort of a useful idiot."

"Well, I want to fight both of you at the same time. I knew two years ago that
I could have beaten either one of you, but instead you had us do that stupid
nonsense where it was me and another girl against one of you weaklings. Well,
now I want two against one of a different sort.

"Just how strong are you?" She started to move closer and closer, trying to
intimidate and doing a very good job of it. He started to back up as she got
closer. "Hhhh How much ... "

"One seventy-five. Thirty pounds more than the last time you saw me. I assume
that's what you were going to ask me. But maybe you were going to ask how much
I can lift." His back was against the wall now. She put her hands under his
armpits, and with no discernable effort, lifted him to arm's length, pushing
him up the wall. He was scared shitless. He was starting to think that she
could hurt him bad, but before he could finish that thought, she turned and
whipped him out into the middle of the room.

He was on his back and she was hovering above him instantly. She dropped to
her knees on either side of his waist, just like what she had seen Nightshade
do, the only difference being the way he was facing and that she was farther
down on his torso. She leaned forward, pushing his hands above his head.
Clamping tight to the sides of his waist, she went into that plank, lifting
him higher and higher. He weighed probably thirty pounds more than that skinny
kid that Nightshade lifted in her video, confirming what Skylar already knew,
she was stronger than that Russian gymnast. Maybe she'd wrestle her someday.
She continued to hold him there, watching him writhe in pain as she stared
down at him. Then, to taunt, she put a hand to her mouth and faked a yawn, so
he knew that in addition to holding him up like that, only one of her arms was
holding both of his.

Finally, she relaxed her hold and he flopped to the mat, in pain and
exhausted. "Why are you tired? I did all the work." Just then, there was a
knock at the door. As Skylark got up and went to answer it, What's-his-name
clutched at his sides, almost rolling into a fetal position, moaning loudly.
She opened the door and there stood Danton, even fatter than last time.
"Skylark, wow you look great." Standing there staring at the magnificent
creature in front of him, he suddenly shuddered and it was obvious what had
just happened.

"You're even more repulsive than before. Your services are no longer needed."
She put a hand on his chest and pushed. He flew back a dozen feet and crashed
into the wall outside the door on the other side of the hallway, slowly
sinking to the floor as she slammed the door.

What's-his-name was lying on his back again. Skylark came and stood at his
head facing his body. She went down on her knees again then slowly slid them
to the side until her crotch settled down on his face. "Lick," she commanded,
"and make it good. Your life depends on it." As she said those last words, she
could see his dick rising inside his pants. "Another one," she thought, "who
wants to be dominated, and not with whips and chains, but with muscles."

She rode his face for about half an hour, just to establish who was in charge.
It was good, it always is, but not as good as Mary. And while she liked a nice
cock inside her, it wasn't going to be his. Finally, down to business. She
turned herself around and sat on his chest. "Okay, here's the deal. I want
real matches. That means no guys pretending to be fighting back. They're going
to be fighting, and for all they're worth. They only time it will be wimpy
guys is if I'm taking on more than one at a time."

"You mean, like two at once?"

"Or three. But mostly I want guys that are in great shape, strong and weigh at
least as much as me, one-seventy-five, up to two hundred pounds. I won't kick
in the balls, or grab crotches. There will be no beat-downs. I want guys that
are trying their hardest just like I am. And I plan to win, every time, EVERY
TIME. Now, as to compensation, there won't be any one-time payments for your
star. I want fifty percent of all profits. Once people see me with this
perfect body destroying guys who are good wrestlers, you'll make a fortune.
Oh, yeah, before we do the first one, you're going to buy me some bolt-ons.
Got it? I'm already so hot I've made both of you ejaculate in your pants.
Imagine with a nice set of C's on top of these already deep pecs. Oh, yeah,
one other thing. I will NEVER wear high heels to wrestle again. How stupid.
I'm an athlete, not a runway model."

After the surgery for her awesome new tits, the surgeon recommended rest and
no heavy lifting for six weeks, but Skylark didn't listen. She figured as good
of shape that she was in, it would be alright. It really wasn't okay but she
was lucky, nothing went wrong. The one prudent thing she did was abstain from
wrestling. In the meantime, all she did during that period was benching,
squatting and military presses. Her metabolism had gotten so fast that she was
able to eat four to five thousand calories a day, and all she seemed to gain
was lean muscle, five more pounds.

The new contract that she had worked out with what's-his-name stipulated that
any opponent sign a waiver that included a penalty clause for backing out. The
smart woman must have anticipated that possibility because the very first
opponent wanted to do just that when he took one look at the fighting machine
standing across the mats from him. And she wasn't fully exposed yet, wearing a
long sleeved shirt who's tightness emphasized those new tits, headlights
already on, but also, on further examination, revealed large arms and a
well-defined torso.

Skylark was actually a very sweet person, but on the mats, it was like she was
Jekyll and Hyde. She was not only a great wrestler, but she acted like she
enjoyed inflicting pain. And now that she was one-hundred and eighty pounds of
muscle, she was about to show her opponent and the world just how much pain
she actually could dish out and how frightening she was.

When Bill, her opponent tried to leave she said in a voice that was barely a
whisper but still totally intimidating, "The door is locked. You're not
getting out until we say so. And you'd better fight like your life depended on
it. I want some competition." She stepped between Bill and the door, dropping
her shorts and pulling her shirt over her head. Her pink baby-doll shirt was
several sizes too small, riding up her powerful torso. Sixteen inch arms were
full of muscle and thick veins, shoulders big and round. Her thong had the
inscription on it "don't just win, totally dominate".

Bill was no slouch, the same weight as her but an inch taller. It was obvious
that he hit the gym on a regular basis. But Skylark on the other hand, had
achieved a look that no one else ever had. She was so hot, that every man, no
matter what his tastes, would be instantly, uncontrollably hard, on the verge
of coming hugely without even touching themselves, but most of them couldn't
help reaching for their dicks as they stared at this extremely hot fighting
machine.

The women were even more under her spell, everyone instantly wanting to look
like her, so turned on that every single woman, without fail, were shoving
their fingers into their vaginas quicker than the boys were grabbing their
dicks. Pretty much anyone with a heartbeat who might see her body would pretty
much lose control of their hormones. Skylark knew the game. You've got to
introduce a strong element of sexuality into the mix. She wasn't dressed that
way by accident. Her apparel emphasized her feral sexuality. But the outfit
also underscored that this was the body of a finely trained, powerful, elite
athlete, which was the main reason she was here tonight, facing a real
challenger.

Clearly, she was in another league from Bill, so perfectly conditioned, not
like the really big bodybuilders, but like a wild animal, her sleekness coming
in the form of tiny joints flowing out to full muscle bellies, muscles clearly
bigger than his. But surprisingly, she wasn't dominating the match at first,
as her awesome physique might indicate or that her panty covered pussy was
saying. No, it was a pretty even match, which many might say was really good
for a girl, and indeed it was.

He was a good wrestler and seemed to everyone's surprise, to be matching her
more obvious strength. Small advantages see-sawed back and forth but nobody
was really gaining control. And then at some point, Skylark was on her knees,
bent forward, her arms crossed and held to her chest from behind. Bill was
riding her back, his legs spread for leverage and balance. His arms were
around her luscious body and holding her bigger arms to her. How did this
happen? It seemed like size wasn't everything.

Bill was definitely in charge now. This was not going the way everyone had
expected. The girl is supposed to win, especially this girl. Bill started to
twist Skylark's torso to the right, towards the camera, to show the future
audience the suffering etched into her face, not cool. Skylark's face,
contorted in pain, suddenly changed into a smile, a friendly one, as if
letting the viewers all in on a secret. And then a wink.

Instantly, she twisted her body back from where it came, and beyond, torqueing
to the left with such power that he was flipped over top of her and was
instantly on his back. She had followed him over and was snaking her limbs
around him, her v-shaped torso higher up on him, her arms around his chest,
his arms still free. Just like the Russian gymnast, Skylark clamped her knees
to his sides and then started to slide her arms up towards his head. When her
elbows got to his armpits, she squeezed tightly inward and pushed off with her
forearms like a sphynx pushup, a difficult move any time, but she was bringing
the body of a hundred and eighty pound man along with her, the only part of
him touching the mats being his feet.

Skylark walked her hands closer and closer towards his head, one at a time.
Bill should have been able to stop her, pushing downward on her arms with much
better leverage. But the truth was, his arms were being push upwards and he
was shaking like a leaf trying to even slow the progress. When Bill's arms
were straight over his head her elbows at his, she increased the pressure and
the started to slide farther. Bill's arms felt like they were being pulled out
of their sockets. His body was being stretched so tight as to be straight,
suspended above the mat, held in a plank position below hers.

Skylark took a few seconds to let it sink in for What's-his-name and his crew
how amazing it was for her to be holding him below her while she was in this
position and stretching his pain wracked body to the breaking point. This was
a totally new kind of wrestling video and there was only one female capable of
doing it. Suddenly, she started doing hip thrusts, pummeling his somewhat buff
body with her jacked one. But they weren't even on the mat, she was holding
him and herself still in that plank. How was she causing so much damage? Well,
it was a combination skill coupled with enormous strength. Skylark was even
stronger than she looked, and so athletic.

She poured it on, knowing that he could not fight back in any way. It must be
understood that this was such an awesome hold, applied with such strength,
that he'd have to be a whole lot stronger to get out of it. Still he thrashed
around until he had nothing left. Then Skylark unceremoniously loosened her
holds and he dropped to the mat beneath her.

She bounced to her feet and sauntered towards the camera, clearly as turned on
by her own awesomeness as everyone else was. She was running her hands up and
down her magnificent torso, occasionally cupping her breasts, but mostly
exploring her abs and obliques, well aware that their perfection was as sexy
as her tits. Behind her, Bill was slowly getting to his feet, well aware at
this point that he was clearly out of his league, the comparison now going
beyond bodies. It was about conditioning as well. The contrast was obvious. He
already looked totally beaten and she looked like she hadn't even gotten
warmed up yet, save the expression on her face, the biting of the lower lip.

He steadied himself, knowing that the contract said sixty minutes of
wrestling, edited down to thirty minutes. He knew he had no chance, that he
was experiencing first-hand what other people could only see, that she was
causing him a lot of pain. But he wanted more. Interlocking with her in any
way, no matter who was in control, was a mind boggling experience, his body
against her extraordinary one, and if he hadn't ejaculated yet it was only
because of the pain. So a part of him knew that this was not going to go well
for him, but he couldn't wait to mix it up again. He turned around to face
her. Skylark now covered in sweat, not from effort but from sexual fever,
looking even hotter than before. And then it happened, Bill ejaculating
immediately, so hard, he fell to his knees.

Turning towards What's-his-name, Skylark called out, "Stop the camera. We're
not going to include that messiness in his sixty minutes of wrestling."

"Look here, Skylar you're the star, but I'm the director. I decide."

She slowly advanced on him as What's-his-name backed up until he hit the wall
behind him. Closing the gap, Skylark leaned into him, pressing her breasts
against him as she grabbed his wrists and slammed them to the wall on either
side of his head. Since she was half a head taller, her bolt-ons were pushing
against his neck. "I thought you knew better than to disagree with me. Don't
you ever contradict me again." She spread her legs out and back and leaned
into him until he couldn't breathe. Yes those puppies were so firm that they
were cutting off his air.

Now, tit-smothering had been done many times before by other women with great
tits, but it was always with them covering mouths and noses, never before
cutting off the wind supply at the neck. With this hold, she could stare at
him with that malevolent smile as he slowly faded out. Dropping him to the
floor, she turned and could see that Bill was again ready to try. "Someone
else roll the camera. Are you ready, little man?"

"We're the same size."

"Suit yourself." She had that look in her eyes suggesting that the time had
come to really open up a can of whoop-ass on him. They locked up, arms and
shoulders and Skylark bulled him to the mat. She positioned herself sideways
across his chest, crushing his body against hers with one arm around his back
as the other went down, her strong hand grabbing him behind the knee. A mighty
yank had him folded almost in half, but she didn't stop there, using her power
to grind against him. She wanted him to fight back with all his might, but she
knew that there would be very little that he could do. She had become just too
strong.

Still keeping poor Bill captured, Skylar pushed off with her muscular legs and
went into a shoulder stand, one shoulder on his chest, her head pulled to the
side. She did this several times and then on the last one continued over with
her legs so the she was in a sort of a wrestler's bridge, really twisting his
upper body badly while pulling his captured leg farther than it was meant to
go. Then she rolled to the side, somehow keeping her own head out of the way
so that when they came to rest, he was on top of her, somehow he was on his
back and she was pulling harder than ever on his upper body.

But it was far worse now because as they rolled, his leg that she was holding
onto got caught under her body and now she was grabbing the other leg and
pulling it in the complete opposite direction. It was an astonishing hold, and
he was really in pain. Just before he passed out, she let go of everything,
threw him off and away from her and kipped to her feet.

Skylar was really on fire, totally awash in her power and skill. This strong,
experienced guy couldn't even mount a defense against her, let alone some kind
of offense. She sauntered over to him, bent down and shot one arm between his
legs and the other under his upper back. With barely noticeable effort, she
picked him up to her chest, twisted and slammed him down on his back with her
on top. Without missing a beat, she stood back up, Bill still securely held,
lifted him slightly above shoulder level and then went down on one knee,
slamming the small of his back onto her thigh.

Skylar was in a zone now, and she pushed down on his torso, upper and lower
until his legs started kicking in agony. Through her glazed eyes she could see
that he was still hard in spite of his pain. In one smooth motion, she tore
his shorts off and he sprang to attention. Bill was quite well endowed and she
was ready to take advantage of it.

But first, another show of strength. Skylar shrugged him off her leg, then
stood up, grabbed him under the armpits and as a reminder of what she had done
a little while before, she started to crush inward right above the armpit,
forcing his shoulders inward and his arms up. Due to him being taller, her
arms were above her shoulders as relentlessly squeezed in, consequently she
had very little leverage, just brute strength.

As soon as his arms were straight up once again, she twisted to the right,
whipping him and as he crashed to the mat she held on, following him down and
landing hard on top of him. She let go with one arm but continued to squeeze
inward with the other as she sat up and clamped her legs around his hips. She
could feel his erection rubbing against her crotch. Reaching behind her,
Skylark captured a leg way down at the ankle. Her face was relatively close to
his, so, in another gesture of dominance, she stuck her tongue into his mouth.
Without warning while still continuing to explore his mouth, she leaned to her
right, twisting his upper torso as she held his waist in check with her thighs
and brought his captured leg up and in the opposite direction.

He screamed his submission but she was lost in lust, the combination of
totally overwhelming this strong guy while feeling his dick against her pussy
lips getting the better of her. For Bill, it was tremendous pain mixed with
the pleasure of her pussy, now so wet that her tiny thong was soaked, rubbing
against his cock while she tongue-fucked his mouth. Those luscious tits were
pressed hard against his chest and the feeling of being twisted by this much
more powerful body had such a strong effect on all his senses that he came
hugely right along with her.

Skylark let go of her hold and flopped down onto her back, almost cooing as
she stuck her hand into her panties, bringing herself off yet again.
Surprisingly, as badly as he had been beaten up, Bill was ready for more. He
jumped on top of her thinking his time had come. Skylark continued to bask in
the afterglow of her latest orgasm and seemed unaware that he had grabbed her
wrists and was pinning them to the mat above her head. As she continued to
swoon, he deluded himself into thinking he might hold onto both wrists for a
moment so he could pull her thong aside and guide his slick boner into her,
surprising himself when he did it.

For a few seconds, she let him pump away, but she could tell that he was near
takeoff. Suddenly she pushed off with her arms and twisted to the side while
clamping tightly on his member. In an instant, Bill was face down and she was
kneeling between his legs, one of hers between his and one to the outside.
Time for some more pain mixed with pleasure. Reaching forward to his left with
her right arm, she went around his front under his armpit so that her tricep
was now across his chest and up towards his neck and head. She pulled back
with all her formidable strength, arching his back painfully.

To make things worse, she leaned back as far as she could and wrapped her left
arm around his legs, and then she sat back up. He was bent in half, she had
everything under control except his arms. Now she was fucking him and he was
trying frantically to pull her arm off his upper body with both of his. Quite
frankly, if he had four arms he wouldn't have fared any better. He was
weakening from all the abuse she had already heaped on him and due to her
superior conditioning, she still had all her strength reserves. Indeed, her
sexual arousal seemed to be strengthening her.

She had several orgasms while pumping away on his pain wracked body and every
time she felt him getting close to ejaculation, she would clamp down hard with
her pussy muscles and stop him cold. Finally on the fifth time, she clamped
tight and then released, and Bill started coming so long and hard that she
could actually feel how much of his stuff he was shooting into her. She fell
onto her back, all her holds still intact, and writhed around uncontrollably
for almost a minute, her arms tightening more and more with each pulsation of
her pussy. The damage she was doing to the poor guy was hard to comprehend
even as he continued to shoot copious amounts of fluid into her, so much that
it was spilling out all over the mat.

What's-his-name was revived now and back overseeing the goings on. With all
his years of doing this, he had never seen anything like it. He knew this was
going to be a gold mine. Here was a woman who was so hot that she aroused
everyone instantly, and so physically superior that she could cause opponents
to pee themselves. In addition, she was so strong and skilled that she could
completely dominate a strong, experienced guy, and then be even more
dominating sexually.

Skylar uncoupled herself from Bill, noticing along the way that what little
bit of clothes she had on were soaked in sweat, her dripping pussy saturating
her thong, distorting those words, "don't just win, totally dominate". She
always had liked pulling the fabric aside rather than taking them off, somehow
underscoring the urgent, animalistic nature of her sexual encounters. Now she
was on the other side of the mat, on her knees, her hard ass resting on her
calf muscles. "Crawl to me and clean me out, little man," she commanded. He
did as told, licking every visible drop of fluid, his and hers.

The job complete, he came up for air. "You're not done, suck it out of my
pussy now." Bill didn't mind. At this point he was totally in full Goddess
worship mode. But soon enough, the sensations were too much for her and power
packed thighs began to close in around ears. Bill clawed at them with about as
much lack of success as with any other hold he had tried to get out of. She
grabbed his wrists, lifted up off her lower legs slightly and tucked his hands
in. Leaning forward, she again grabbed his ankles, and with an application of
explosive power, he was once again arching the wrong way as she rolled onto
her back and suspended him above her.

The sexual beating went on for a full half hour or so. Finally it all ended
when What's-his-name tried to get her to stop. He wound up being thrown
against the wall as Skylark snapped out of her sexual trance. Bill was pretty
roughed up, but hopefully with no permanent damage. When What's-his-name came
to, Skylark explained that the editing would be done according to her
instructions. "The sex started right after the half hour mark. You divide the
tape into two halves. Sell the first part. I keep the second. No one out there
is going to get to see me having sex on X-Videos.com for free because of your
carelessness. Private screenings only, at ten thousand a clip, all mine. I'm
not breaking the contract because you have your half an hour of wrestling, the
hottest most awesome wrestling ever by a woman against a man. I guarantee when
word leaks out about the sex video, I'll be a very wealthy woman."

Next stop: Cardiac Fight Productions, to assert herself there. Soon enough,
through her smarts and her obvious earning potential, she would pretty over
much take over and set the rules there just as she did with What's-his-name.
In her first match, she would go up against that guy she had wrestled a few
years ago, plus another guy of about the same size. It would be like no other
two on one match ever witnessed.