Miren falls in love by Ric Miren finds at last a good match, a cute male wrestles her for supremacy Two hours later Miren gets out of the bathroom, picks up a blanket and walks back to cover the unconscious body of the bellboy. On the bed she finds a note from Isa and some remains of food. She saciates her hunger, reading the note. 'Meet me in the gym, at the second basement, right now'. She puts on Mimi's white wrestling boots, the V-shaped spandex bottom and the dressing gown and exits the room into the hotel's empty corridor. It's 3 a.m. The alarm lights guide her from the lift to the flap doors of the hotel gym. She pushes, they open. Breaking the night silence the metallic clasps of some heavy loads rhythmically pressed against some tops. Following the noise she finds Isa in her boxing leather outfit forcing a fully loaded pecs machine to its limit. Her bulky chest shines covered with perspiration. 'Thought you're never coming. That boy took you longer than reckoned. It was a pity though our unfinished bout. I'm sure you won't mind to continue here. She stood up out of the mistreated machine and walked to a pro aw table previously invisible in the darkness, placing her bright pumped body in armwrestling stance. Miren typically arched her fine lips as not happy nor disappointed, as though testing her strength against any mule around were becoming routine for the young girl. 'Course I don't- said the mature teenager- but first let me tell you something. I don't think you have any chance against me in a standard table like that without your wristwrestling shit. I can't see any thrill in this bout. It's too one- sided'. Isa's blood boiled. Having said that, Miren took off the gown, but rather then joining Isa she approached the pecs machine, sat down and placed her arms in the handles. Despite being fully loaded, she joined her fists before her face without any apparent straining, making the weights crash against the top and keeping them there. Isa smiled. 'I see you can make one rep. I've just made 40'. Suddenly her smile vanished. She understood and her legs trembled. Miren's breasts pointed upwards, pressed together by her rock hard pecs as jelly bags. Her deltoids bulged and developed enlarging deep shaded armpits. Her smooth milky skin stretched out pressed by developing cords of fibrous muscle packets of rough surface. Her delicate nose shrugged and her nostrils slightly trembled. Her bloodless lips pressed so hard against her teeth almost marking their relief on the skin. Suddenly she shut her eyes and her neck expanded like a balloon connected to a pressurized bottle. There was a crack and the handles crashed each other. The weights felt down heavily. Miren released the broken handles, deep breathed a couple of times and got up facing Isa in the aw table. 'Still wishing to armwrestle?'. The tough boxer lady had frozen, her face still stunned. While Miren slowly placed her developed body facing hers in starting position Isa stirred, as thinking it twice. I know those yuppies' gym machines are rubbish, she muttered trying to encourage herself. They clasped and with no need for external signs coordinated her power thrusts. Miren thumped Isa's knuckles on the pad in 20 seconds. Isa unlocked, shook her muscles, gasped, walked around and clasped again. This time it took Miren half a min. to finish her off. She stretched again and shut her eyes, as though her defeats were a matter of lack of concentration, unable to admit that Miren was just stronger. She took a vicious grip, painfully twisting Miren's thumb. Miren shook her head and waited for her to release her dirty clamp. Isa refused. Miren then clenched a brutal squeeze and started pulling. The tough boxer, who had also some experience in pro armwrestling tricks, aimed her full strength to twist Miren's thumb, blinding the younger's colossal strength with hurt to the finger articulation. A tear drop crossed down Miren's cheek, unseen in the gym darkness. Still unable to overpower her rival, Isa dug her long glued nails deep into Miren's backhand. She squeezed hard, but Miren blew through her trembling nostrils, bearing the punishment. Isa's fake nails cracked against her rocky hand. She calmly observed Isa's strained face. She didn't talk words, but her eyes were clearly asking Isa to submit. The boxer struggled still some 5 min., then she realized that Miren has killed off most of her muscle power and was now playing with her. She couldn't stand the humiliation and broke down. Doubtless in her relationship it was the younger who will be on top. 'I give' she shouted'. Somebody in the dark clapped. His voice echoed the empty gym. The lights went on and Miren found out the cute hunk who was sit next to her in the boxing arena. Close to the entrance, in the lights panel, was his big girlfriend. Isa rubbed her folded arm and spoke without enthusiasm. Let me introduce you my bosses. He is Paul Levesque, professional strength athlete, and she's Lioness Corinne, heavy weight armwrestling champion. Paul circled her, carefully observing from head to toes Miren's naked body. She was blinded by the sudden light, but bearded the examination motionless, filled with proud and dignity. He spoke while exploring her enhanced physical. 'In the last 6 months we couldn't find any human being stronger than Isa. But you're definitely a rare specimen, child. Never in my life time, had seen anybody that small folding Isa's arms that easy'. And he added with a voice that she, strained under the detailed observation, couldn't tell between honest and ironical. 'I'm sincerely impressed'. He stopped before the girl, unfastened his silk blouse and showed off his tanned body-builder chest in sharp contrast with the immaculate fabric. He rubbed his large pecs and walked elegantly to the other side of the table. Miren's legs trembled. She felt her mighty strength fading away as a result of that guy's intense stare, yielding her power-built legs hardly strong enough to bear her body weight. And he was methodically naking his chest and warming up his massive tanned muscles that looked like living boulders. And he didn't take his adventurer eyes out of her, grinned with curiosity but always self-confident. Ever smiling Corinne came down with a white powder pouch were he stuck his squared perfect hands. As he tightly rubbed them, spreading the anti-slip powder and massaging the blood in them, she kissed his neck and bite his ears. Then she approached Miren offering her the magnesium as well. She struggled to control her breathing and put on some, dropping most on the floor. Corinne sympathetically encouraged her. 'Give him a fight, dear, I've seen you're a tout petite powerhouse. I'm sure you are good match for him. He's not as strong as he looks like. I beat him 3 out of 4'. Paul nodded to his girl, acknowledging the truth of her words, grabbed the handle and offered his huge hand to young Miren, confidently smiling. 'I'm sure our pretty Mademoiselle is going to put out everything she has in her little bombshell to outlast me, am I wrong cherie?' Miren took her time, looking straight to his defying hand, as letting her heart slow down. Her skin had burnt when Paul explored her and her nipples had protruded like telescopic antennas, but now she made ready to pit against him. She hadn't met a man that cute ever, but she wasn't easy to impress. She had already learnt how strong she was battling against some nasty stinky hunks as big as him, and time had come to test it against a cool man she did want to impress. She encircled his pointed thumb and smothered it with her overhuman strength that had forced Al Kaffir to quit. He complained. Corinne played the ref., took both open hands and skillfully interlaced finger after finger, keeping them close by easily wrapping both hands with her in order to avoid late grip changes. She shouted, ready... go! Miren shoved like mad, pouring down her full strength with no reserve at all. Her wild explosion of raw power initially forced Paul's arm a couple of inches, but immediately he grew larger than hulk, took control and, grimacing, pulled back to level position. As soon as she felt how easy he had recovered, her sex started blossoming, engulfing the thin strip of her spandex V-pant. Nerves have disappeared swept away in the battle for supremacy she exerted now against that cute man she daydreamed to possess. Strengthened by her arousal, Miren immediately renewed her colossal attack, forcing Paul to grimace again and making his thick arm creak with exertion. Yet by second time he controlled Miren's arm and brought it back with stunning easiness to the center. He smiled. Big veins popped out Miren's neck as she relentlessly charged again, this time taking a three inches edge from the handsome Hercules. Abusing her freak genetics, when any living organism would have to rest from a brutal effort, Miren just redoubled her pressure on Paul's arm. He started shaking and yielding further. His arm reached 3/4 down and continued falling. Miren pulled like an insane monster. As she gained conscience of being capable to beat him her body contracted and her innards exploded in warmth bursts and huge everlasting climaxes that left her entire lower body trembling. But the man she was armwrestling with was a long time hardened world-class strength athlete. He had specifically worked out for years to increase the power and endurance in every muscle of his body from head to toes. His diet, training, life style, even his sexual life and free time readings were fully devoted to maximize strength. And he had reached high summits on that matter. He bent leftwards, using his giant biceps to try and achieve to stop her massive attack. Now it was Miren's arm that creaked. Applying an additional twisting that hurt Miren wrist as a sew he finally could stop her. They both gasped, their arms had frozen like a statue. They stayed like that, with an immobile advantage for her, for very long time. She didn't know how long but maybe 10 min. maybe an hour. He studied her. Despite he was using his full strength he kept his mind fresh as a result of his experience in physical feats. That girl was clearly one chosen by nature to carry an astonishing amount of bare strength. Open confrontation against that freak was useless. He changed his grip further clenching his hand and sticking his huge fingers into Miren's backhand. He had realized that every time she came her grip faltered a little bit. So he took the chance to viciously dig each time deeper into her tough hand, flooding her nervous system with pain signals. Corinne stopped cheering Miren and kissed her boyfriends biceps. 'Bastard, you're making her come so hard she's gonna melt down on the floor'. Once he had her hand nerves nastily pincered, he invested his huge strength in further twisting her wrist, masterly debilitating her forearms. Paul's big fingers were now selectively smashing the most sensitive tendons, nerves and articulations in Miren's hand, in a slow but continuous devastating punishment that undermined her endurance. 'Pig, said Corinne, yet obviously aroused by her boyfriend tough work on the young stronggirl- don't break her hand, I want her to become famous in pro armwrestling.' Soon Miren switched from feeling her hand debilitating to don't feel it at all, loosening her grip in such way that it was only Paul's vice that kept their hands locked. Her wrist was completely twisted while, what really hurt her, Paul looked fresh and unstrained. He had wrenched her arm nullifing most of her strength and powerfully overruling her. Miren shut her eyes, abundantly wetting her pants again. He realized and widely smiled with an evil green. After so long immobile his biceps started pulling up his arm, recovering inch after inch all Miren's advantage. She was impotent to stop him. She, grunted anxiously loosing control. Her face showed anger, tire and fear. He was completely in control. He had killed her strength and tamed her power. She stopped pulling. He didn't thumped her down right there, rather delicately released her destroyed hand and dropped it on the table. Then Corinne hugged him and lifted him in the air, shaking his big body as congratulation. Miren hide her face with her defeated hands and bent over the table. Isa carried her into the lift to the room and kissed her good night. Miren's eyes poured out some bitter tears. Her strength had abandoned her just when she wanted it the most. 'Please don't go- she said opening the sheets and making room in the bed to the voluminous body of the female pugilist.