Sparring Partner
by valerafon
An ex-champ becomes the sparring partner for a young girl.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

Author's note: A number of stories have been posted at Diana's site about the
Dominion virus and the world it creates. I've enjoyed them all. All the
stories take place right near the beginning when the virus first hits. I
thought I'd write a story a few years farther into the future. Although, the
story takes place within the Dominion Virus Universe, the story and characters
are my own.

The Sparring Partner

As I drove up the long road towards the mansion in the distance, I couldn't
help but reflect on the last fourteen years or so. Fate had delivered me the
ultimate cruel blow. I was world champ of the Transcontinental Wrestling
Alliance when the virus hit. I was young, cocky, and at twenty four the
youngest champ the alliance had ever seen.

Not only was I cocky but arrogant as well. I had this total belief in my
skills, and in fact, I had never been beaten. At six four and a rock solid two
hundred and forty pounds I was wrestling dynamite with a short fuse.

Then slowly they started to appear on the scene. Women with unbelievable
strength and agility. At first, they fought other women, but the fans saw the
talent and their sheer strength and abilities and clamored for mixed matches.
I remember seeing my first mixed match about three months later.

He was the number four contender and the woman just literally destroyed him,
throwing him all over the ring like some rag doll.

Her opponent had no answer for her quickness and strength and when it was
evident to everyone that he was completely overmatched, she didn't mercifully
end the match. Instead, she toyed with him like a cat might toy with a mouse
to the crowds total approval. I still remember before she finished him off,
she lifted the much heavier man upside down across her back and paraded with
him, in that very humiliating position, around the ring. The fans standing and
applauding her as she pranced about with the helpless man across her
shoulders.

I remember her name too. It was Penelope Winslow. How could I ever forget that
name. She took my crown two short months later. She not only beat me, she took
something else as well...my pride. No man should have to suffer the
indignities heaped upon me during that bout. I think I could have lived with
the fact of the one sided loss, but it was the way she won, constantly mocking
my abilities to the crowd, mocking my quickness, mocking my sex.

It took me a few months to recover and a few more months to undue the damage
to my ego, but recover I did. I even worked my way back, and had a rematch. By
this time, I was one of the few men left at the top of the pyramid.

The result was even worse than the first time. I remember asking myself a
question as she pranced with my beaten and broken body about the ring, how
could she be so strong and so quick? It was an answer that would elude me till
everything fell into place years later.

Then it got worse, if you can imagine that. As I left the arena, a car skidded
to a stop right beside me, the door opened, and a hand grabbed me and pulled
me inside. I couldn't believe someone was strong enough to pull me through the
door and into the car. As I fought with my assailant, I recognized her at
once. It was Penelope Winslow, the new world champ. The realization stunned me
and for a moment I stopped fighting. It was enough time for Penelope to react
and grab me about the neck with her one hand. At the same time she took off
and started to steer the car with her other hand.

I immediately tried to break the grip of her hand with both of mine, and
surprisingly I was having little luck. Her hand was choking me as she drove.
She didn't even bother to look at me either, she just kept her eyes glued to
the road. In a very short time, I felt myself blacking out, defeated again by
this woman and she was using just one hand and not even paying much attention.

When I woke up, I found myself in her bedroom completely naked. I didn't even
question her about that. By this time, I knew her capabilities. As soon as I
awoke, she put me in a tight body scissors. It was only then that I realized
she was naked as well. When she had me once again totally at her mercy, she
explained. She said women like her needed to "Take" the man sexually after his
defeat if he was a worthy opponent. I was surprised that she considered me
worthy.

For the next couple of days she thrashed me when I fought her and then she
took me sexually after that. My life became a hell of beatings and
unbelievable sex. I'm proud to say, I never gave in to her once during the
whole ordeal.

Finally, she dumped me naked, beaten, and broken on some deserted road. I
decided not to press charges. Who would believe that a two hundred and forty
pound ex-world champion could be beaten by a woman? Now, of course there are
laws in place to protect all men, but back then the world just didn't seem to
have a clue.

By the time I had fully recovered, most men had left both pro boxing and
wrestling. We could no longer compete with the breed of woman that was turning
up. They were tall, beautiful, and unbelievably gifted, and with an appetite
to defeat and humiliate any man in their way.

I bummed around Europe for about five years getting into some very dangerous
bouts, but I couldn't outrun the inevitable. By this time women had taken over
in all professional sports. Men had been relegated to secondary status and
then to no roles at all. Soon, the leagues men maintained were considered on a
skill level with high school girls, and people stopped watching. The only
bouts men got, by this time, were handicap bouts. They were a curiosity, but
they always ended the same way no matter the handicap.

The roles men were receiving in society were changing rapidly as well. All
professional armies were now almost all totally female as well as such
traditional roles as police, fire, and even heavy laborers. It seemed like men
could only apply for such jobs as nurses, secretaries, and the service
positions such as waiters, butlers, and stewards on air planes. The only role
that men still dominated and that seemed unaffected by the change was that of
accountants.

As time went by, the status men enjoyed in society seemed to decline about as
fast as the woman's role accelerated. Almost all world leaders and foreign
dignitaries were now woman as well. It happened all so fast and seemed so
natural now because of the women's enhanced abilities that the men seemed to
accept the change with stoic acceptance.

Their was still a few of us men left who rebelled, and I even joined an
underground movement for men's equal rights till it was viciously quelled.
After that, I just moved from place to place taking odd jobs wherever I could.
That's when I met Jack. We had wrestled on the same circuit a few years back.
He told me about a movie company that was fairly run and employed men such
ourselves to make movies. The men were allowed to train just like the women,
and the bouts were fair.

With no prospects and not wanting a service job, I agreed to join. At least I
was allowed to use the best facilities and the finest equipment to train my
body back into top fighting form. In the five years that I was employed, I had
the best record of any male fighter there. I was two and thirty eight. I took
as many fights as I could because the pay was so good, but it usually took me
several weeks to recover from the previous bout.

I even got used to the custom of being taken by the woman after the fight.
Many of these woman were my friends and I learned that they were quite decent.
So I put up with the custom. I now lived in a female dominated world and I had
to adjust or go the way of the dinosaur.

I even became close with the owner of the fight company. She was the absolute
best fighter I had ever seen, and she was undefeated. Her record was something
like 121-0. She took on all comers men and women and she even fought people
outside the club who came to make their reputation at her expense, but she
always won and she made it look easy too. She was the fighter I wished I was,
but could never be.

As we became closer, one day she got on her knee and presented me with a ring.
That one single act made me realize how completely the world had changed in
just a little over ten years, and how out of place I was in this brave new
world. I told her no and left her fight company shortly thereafter.

I still wanted to be a man and to use the old definition. Unfortunately for
me, the definition of the term "Man" had inexorably been redefined in the last
few years.

Now, I scoured the papers looking for jobs and someone who had a need for a
caveman from the past. The jobs were few and far between, but I at least spent
my savings wisely. I owned a small flat which was unusual for a single man
these days, and I filled it with exercise equipment. There I spent my time, a
man in a man's world, lifting weights, shadow boxing, and keeping myself in
unbelievable shape.

Then yesterday, I saw the add. It said fit man for sparring and wrestling,
good pay and fringe benefits. Must be big and strong enough to take a blow and
willing to come back for more. It wasn't the most tempting add I had ever
seen, but my money was starting to run low and I didn't have any other
prospects. So as I drove up to the mansion, I wasn't quite sure what I'd find
there, but at least the digs were nice.

A butler answered the door. He was one of the new breed of butlers, probably
from one of those finishing schools. He was young, handsome, and well built,
but his work uniform, in my mind, was totally ridiculous. He was wearing a
hair shirt and a small pair of short shorts. I thought immediately he was
being exploited, but he didn't seem to mind.

He motioned me to a chair in the foyer and said pleasantly enough, "I will
inform the madam that you are here."

It was about ten minutes before he came back.

"The madam will see you now," he said stiffly and he motioned for me to
follow.

The mansion was huge. The woman had to be extremely wealthy to afford a place
like this. I was sure the pay would be pretty substantial even though the add
didn't go into that.

The butler led me to a door and stopped, and he motioned with his hand for me
to enter as he spoke, "Madam is waiting for you in the gymnasium."

"Thanks," I said as I boldly opened the door and walked in.

As soon as I walked through the door I stopped dead in my tracks. The room was
huge with exercise equipment scattered everywhere. There were mats and even
gymnastics equipment as well, and in the center of the room was a regulation
ring. Most clubs weren't as well furnished as this.

In one corner of the room was an extremely athletic and graceful women
exercising on a high bar. She had her back to me and was continuing with her
workout. As I walked over, she noticed me for the first time and cut short her
routine by doing several complete arcs of the bar and dismounting with a
quadruple somersault. She landed softly and perfectly right next to me.

"Nice!" I commented.

She ignored the remark and picked up a towel and started to wipe herself off.
She was wearing a dark one piece suit and what she was doing was very
distracting.

"Your Mr. Russell I presume." she asked as she started wiping off one of her
long muscular legs.

"Scott Russell, I said somewhat distracted, but I remembered to extend my
hand.

She ignored my hand, and said sternly, "Please stand at attention Mr.
Russell," and finished toweling herself off as I stood there, at attention,
uncomfortably watching the show.

When she was done, she picked up my resume and started to read it. A few
moments later, she stopped reading and commented, "You don't like taking
orders, do you?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

She stared at me for a few moments then went back to reading my resume.

While she read, she commented further, "You'll have to take orders if you wish
to work here."

I shrugged my shoulders again. She gave me a stern look, but didn't comment
further. Then she went back to reading my resume.

It gave me a chance to look her over. I thought she was about my age, but I
always had difficulty telling women's ages, especially after the virus hit.
She was in extremely good shape and she had very pleasant features. Most men,
I'm sure, would consider her beautiful and intimidating. I just found her
beautiful.

As I continued appraising her, I estimated her height at about six one. I was
a good three inches taller than she was. I thought she was a touch arrogant,
and it pleased me that she had to look up to me. In fact, I was still taller
than most of the women of today. I thought that was one of the major benefits
of being six four, that most of the new breed of woman today still had to look
up to me. I think it really annoyed most of them.

But on with the survey. Her hair was blonde and cropped short as was today's
fashion for most women. I guess, if they had the role of a man that many of
them wanted to look like a man as well.

Her body was another story, hard, muscular, well defined were terms that came
to mind. Still, I didn't think she looked anything at all like a man, in spite
of her muscles. She had curves in all the right places, a great set of boobs,
and a feline quality about her that did not speak to being manly or like a
man, if I could still use the old definitions.

"I see here," she said, "that you were world champ of some alliance or
another."

"The Transcontinental Wrestling Alliance," I patiently explained.

"And when was that," she asked.

"When I was twenty four some fourteen years ago."

"Ah! I see. That was still before you had real competition."

This woman had a knack of getting under my skin, but I refrained from taking
the bait and didn't answer her.

She watched me for a few seconds and then her eyes returned to the resume.

"It says here that you belonged to a video company. Was that real fighting or
just play wrestling?"

I managed to say, "real," through gritted teeth.

And then she asked me a whole series of questions.

"Did you fight men or women?"

"Women."

"Did you box as well?"

"Some."

"And what was your record?"

"2-38," I said a little disheartened.

Then she stopped and pondered my record.

"Two wins in forty fights..not bad!...not bad!"

I think she just complimented me, but I couldn't be sure.

At that point I had had enough. "Listen lady, If you need a male fighter, I'm
your man...I'm pretty confident I could hold my own with you."

She looked at me with an unreadable look and then she put the resume down and
started to walk around me. I guess she was checking out the goods.

As she walked around me, she said in an even tone, "Mr. Russell, I think your
under a misconception. I'm not the one you'll sparring with. Its my teenage
daughter who will be your competition."

I spun around and said in a very surprised voice, "Your daughter?"

"Yes, she has great potential." Then, like most of her breed, she had to add
her audacious comments as well. "I'm afraid, if you fought or even sparred
with me, I couldn't gain anything from it, and it wouldn't last very long."

Here was that arrogant female superiority rearing its ugly head again. I
ignored her remark and instead I managed to say in a concerned voice, "Ma'am,
I'm a trained professional fighter, I don't think its appropriate, for me, to
fight a young girl."

Ignoring my remarks for a moment, and still looking me over with her eyes, she
said offhandedly, "I'll give you a signed affidavit absolving you of all
responsibilities..Will that be sufficient?...Now, come closer and let me look
at those muscles of yours."

I walked up to her and let her look over the goods. As she did so, I wondered
if she was going to open my mouth and look at my teeth as well.

Instead, I had to endure another embarrassing remark.

"Your muscles look real enough, I just hope your skills match your arrogance.
Maybe then, you might last a bit. It's so hard finding qualified men these
days."

She thought I was arrogant? Still, I was concerned and voiced my opinion, "I
don't know, I wouldn't want to be respon.."

Interrupting me, as was a woman's way, she spoke more emotionally this time,
"I can assure you Megan can hold her own. The question really is if you
can!....She has great potential and she needs someone to spare with on a daily
basis. Someone, who can hold his own as well. Someone, who won't injure her
pride or her magnificent young body if he gets in a lucky punch...Someone,
like you."

I think I was just insulted again. I stood there, before her, a bit
dumbfounded for a moment trying to keep my temper and mulling over the offer.
I really had no other prospects at the moment.

"Well, Mr. Russell, feel up to the challenge?"

God, if I didn't need the money, but the truth was I desperately needed the
funds. I reluctantly nodded my acceptance.

"Excellent! Your salary will be shall we say a thousand a week and you'll have
unlimited use of this gym to train in."

That all sounded to good to be true. I just wondered when the other shoe would
drop, and there always was another shoe.

Then she hesitated and added, "There is one stipulation, though. You will have
to live here for as long as you last. My daughter is on a tight training
schedule and you'll have to be available whenever it is required."

"Whenever?" I asked.

"Correct! whenever," she answered back.

"I'll have to get my things...When do you want me to start?" I managed to say.

"You've already started, Horace will collect your clothes for you, I want you
to meet Megan's trainer tonight. She lives here as well. Then almost as an
after thought she added, "And as an added bonus for your cooperation, how
about if I agree to pay the rent on your flat for as long as your here."

"Sounds good to me, lady, you're the boss."

That brought a smile to her beautiful but arrogant face.

As I started to move towards the door, I said to myself happily, this is going
well. That's when she struck. She grabbed me around the neck from behind, and
drew me back towards her in a tight choke hold. She had her right arm around
my wind pipe, and somehow she had managed to get one of my arms and bend it
painfully up my back. She held me slightly off balance and tilted so that I
had to look up into her smiling face.

"There is one more thing, Mr. Russell...Three rooms are off limits to you in
this mansion. My study, my bedroom, and my daughters bedroom..You are only to
have contact with my daughter at the appropriate times...Do You understand?"

I tried to flip her with an old wrestling maneuver, but she was ready for me,
and she easily maintained her hold. She was quick and she had skills too, and
those muscles of hers were all to real. Then I tried brute strength. That
didn't work either. She just kept staring at me as I continued my efforts. Her
arm wouldn't budge and it was cutting deeply into my windpipe. Soon, I felt
the room starting to spin and my legs beginning to buckle.

"Do you understand, Mr. Russell?" she asked once more.

"Y-yes, I understand," I managed to say under extreme duress.

"Good," she replied and she then let me go.

I whirled and was about to go a second round with her, a round where we both
started out even, but I quickly thought the better of it. I didn't want to
lose the money. Instead, I vigorously started to rub my throat and work the
life back into my arm.

"Excellent!" she said, "you have the good sense not to attack me..That shows
male restraint, another good quality."

I think she just gave me another compliment. As we walked to the door, she
threw me another bone.

"You may call me Lydia when were alone."

I think the old broad liked me, but I really wasn't too found of her. She was
just too arrogant for my tastes.

We walked through the house to the parlor where a younger woman was sitting
and reading a pro wrestling magazine. As soon as she saw us, she got up,
smiled, and gave me the once over with her eyes. Lydia introduced us as we
shook hands.

"This is Karen Donally. She's Megan's trainer. She has won several gold medals
at the Olympics. She is a true world's champion." And she emphasized the word
true.

I got Lydia's subtle put down, but I was more interested in the beautiful
blonde shaking my hand.

Karen blushed at the remarks, and said enthusiastically, "Nice to meet you,
and nice grip!" And then she turned to Lydia and asked, "Where'd you find
him?"

Lydia said rather stoically, "He found us."

After the handshake, still bright-eyed, she continued to look me over, and I
did the same. Megan was slightly smaller than Lydia, about six foot I thought.
She had the face of angel and the taut well muscled young body of a champion.
Her hair was set back in a pony tail which made her look younger than I knew
she must be. And there was this healthy glow about her too. It seemed to me to
be an outward expression of her lively personality. I had to admit, she was
one beautiful package.

As usual, Lydia had another comment as the two of us silently appraised one
another.

"This is Scott Russell. He belongs to us now!"

"Great!" Karen said with enthusiasm still looking me over. Then she turned to
Lydia, and spoke a bit more formally, "I'll schedule them for a few rounds
early tomorrow morning, and then for a bit of wresting later in the day."

Turning back to me she asked very courteously, "Is that OK with you?"

"That's fi.."

As usual, Lydia finished my sentence. "Excellent! Providing he survives the
morning workout."

God! That woman was infuriating. I had to bite my tongue for about the fifth
time tonight.

Karen laughed at the remark, but turning to me she said courteously, "I'm sure
he'll do fine." Then she got serious and asked, "Megan and I rise at five and
go for a short fifteen mile run before breakfast. Would you care to join us?"

As she asked her question, I saw Horace mysteriously appear and wait patiently
next to us.

I begged off. I liked to run, but I did about five miles a day.

"I'd like to settle in first, if it's OK with you," I asked hopefully.

"Sure!" Karen said sounding a bit disappointed.

For once, Lydia didn't have an arrogant comment, instead she informed me,
"Horace will show you to your room, and he'll retrieve your clothes." Then
probably just to get my goat again, she added, "If I were you I'd get a good
nights sleep."

I looked at my watch and it was just seven thirty and I had been dismissed to
my room. Just great, I thought. I reluctantly started to follow Horace. I
didn't like Horace poking around in my apartment, but I wasn't about to blow
this job by complaining. It paid too well for that.

Lydia and Karen watched our retreating figures for a moment, then Karen
yelled, I'll see you in the gym at seven."

I turned and nodded my understanding and then I followed Horace to my new
digs.

I awoke at precisely six. I never needed an alarm. My body always told me when
it was time to get up. As I stretched, looked about the room, and got slowly
out of bed, I was still a bit surprised at how nice my room had turned out to
be. It was well decorated and it had a huge TV and even cable. The bathroom
was nice too, but a bit too feminine for my tastes. I shaved and showered, and
put on my wrestling tights, stopping to look in the mirror before I left. I
liked the reflection I saw even if I was reduced to sparring with a very young
teenage girl.

Horace had told me that breakfast would be waiting for me in the kitchen at
six fifteen. I put on my robe and that's where I headed. The house was quiet
except for a few males dusting and polishing the floors. They were all wearing
those silly degrading uniforms. I just shook my head in disgust as I passed.

With his impeccable efficiency, Horace had my breakfast waiting. I ate lightly
as he filled me in on some of the more important house rules, and there sure
were a lot of them. In spite of myself, I was beginning to like Horace with
his rye humor and stoic personality.

At about six thirty, I gulped my orange juice down, and fled the kitchen as
Horace continued on with his litany of rules to my retreating backside.

I wanted to have a mild workout before Karen and Megan arrived. I was using
the rowing machine when both girls walked in precisely at seven.

They walked over to me and I noticed Megan was wrapped and had her gloves on.
Just like Karen, she was bright-eyed and smiling. As I got up to greet them, I
looked Megan over. She looked to be a younger smaller version of Karen. Same
beautiful angelic features and she even seemed to be built along the same
lines, but I couldn't get passed how young she looked.

She was about five eight and one hundred forty pounds, and I knew she still
had a lot of growth left in her. I was fairly certain she was going to be even
taller than her mother when all was said and done.

But now, her body had that wiry not too muscular but fit look about it. She
didn't look powerful, but I remembered how that had gotten me into trouble in
the past. So I tried to reserve judgment till I felt her out in the ring.

Her beautiful wide eyed smiling face was framed in blonde locks that ended in
a double pony tail. That made her look incredibly young. I had no idea what
her age was, but I guessed thirteen or fourteen.

She was a stunner even now. I couldn't imagine what she'd look like in a few
years. When her body matured a bit, I was sure she would make her mother proud
and win a few medals, maybe, more than a few medals.

Karen introduced us and then told Megan to wait in the ring while she wrapped
my hands and helped me with my gloves. From time to time, I glanced Megan's
way and could see that she was pulling on the ring ropes and stretching her
body out just like a professional. She looked so cute.

I had to shake myself to get that thought out of my head, but I did resolve to
pull my punches so I wouldn't hurt her.

I think Karen read my thoughts because she said as if she was warning me,
"Don't let her looks fool you. Megan is already a world class athlete."

I looked at her and nodded, but I just didn't believe it.

As soon as I entered the ring, Karen went over too Megan's corner and issued
her a few instructions. Then she yelled, "Time!"

I saw Karen put Megan's mouthpiece in and then she started to walk forward
with a determined look on her face. She looked so cute in her pigtails. My
mind couldn't grasp that I had to throw punches at such a sweet young thing. I
put my mouthpiece in as well and reluctantly walked forward.

We circled for a few seconds and then she threw a wild right that bounced off
my left arm. I was surprised to find that my arm stung a bit.

I heard Karen yell, "Lead with your left!"

It was sound advice, and I threw a probing left jab. Then I realized she was
yelling to Megan. The blow glanced off her glove and she countered by
launching a rapid fire left right combination towards my face which I blocked
as well, but I could feel the power in those punches as well.

"Better!" I heard Karen shout.

As we moved about the ring. I let her throw more punches. After all, I was
sparring with her. We traded combinations for almost the entire round, but
neither of us had done any damage. I soon had to admire her skill. She had
technique, stamina, and she covered up well too. She was a pretty good fighter
for her age, I thought, as Karen yelled, "Time!"

As I stood in my corner, I stared at my opponent as Karen gave her more
instructions, and Megan nodded taking everything in. I realized I had all the
advantages. I was a good head taller, outweighed my opponent by about a
hundred pounds, and I had all the ring savvy as well. I was the veteran of a
few very tough fights. At this point, I was feeling very confident that this
was going to be the easiest money I had ever earned.

As I bounced on my toes waiting for Karen to say time, I almost felt sorry for
Megan. We must have looked like a ridiculous pair matched against each other
in the ring. I had to look like a big bully picking on a younger smaller
lighter opponent.

The second round started off much like the first, that is till I got hit with
a straight right. It knocked me back a good two feet, and as I staggered
about, my hands groped for support from the ropes.

Megan stood there for a moment and watched till Karen began to shout.

"Attack! Never give your opponent a moment of rest."

Then she waded back in. By this time, I had my hands back up as she barraged
me with rights and lefts. Somehow, I took the onslaught without further damage
till I managed to get out of the corner.

As Megan stalked after me, I heard Karen yell to me this time, "Good Scott!
Watch that right of hers, its like a piston and it packs a wallop."

I didn't take my eyes off Megan because she was throwing another combination,
and it took all my concentration to maneuver out of the way, but I had to
agree with Karen's assessment. Her right hand my have packed more wallop than
mine, and that was definitely a sobering thought.

The rest of the round was completely different from the first. Megan was on
the offensive the whole time, and I backpedaled trying to stay away from her
bombs

I was really glad when I heard Karen yell, "Time!"

This time, as I stood in the corner, my body propped up by the ropes. I was
breathing harder, and I wished I had a second to give me a whiff of some
smelling salts. Megan was taking instruction, but this time she was staring
back at me and smiling.

Before Karen yelled time, she looked my way and yelled over, "Are you OK!"

I stopped leaning on the ropes, taped my gloves together like I was ready to
go, and nodded that I was.

But Karen persisted, "If you need a blow, we can take a short break?"

"I'm fine!" I yelled back, that male pride rearing its ugly head.

"Good!" she yelled, "Time!"

My fortunes in the third round sunk even lower. I was pummeled by Megan's
piston like hands. I was still able to block most of the crisp blows, but now
some were finding there mark, and her punches were having a cumulative effect
on me. I could feel my arms start to get heavy and if I couldn't get my arms
up, I was dead meat.

My mind was still clear and I remember asking myself a question as I fought
for survival. Had I even landed a sharp punch yet? As she backed me into the
corner yet again, I couldn't remember a single one.

About half way through the round, I heard Karen yell, "Work his body!"

Megan obediently complied. I started to grunt loudly as her blows bounced off
my arms and then some started to get through to my midsection. Her punches
felt like I was being hit with a jackhammer, and my grunts got even louder as
the pummeling continued.

Mercifully, I heard Karen yell, "Time!" That was like sweet music to my ears.
I walked to my corner gingerly, betraying the fact that I was sore and
bruised, and I fell into the ropes and put my long arms over them holding on
to them for support. I could see my opponent still clearly across the ring.
She was listening intently and not even breathing hard.

At this point, all I wanted to do was survive. I had stopped being amazed at
Megan's sheer strength and abilities long ago. I was disappointed when I heard
Karen yell, "Time!." I was hoping she'd ask me again if I wanted to take a
break. At this point, I would have swallowed my pride, and gladly have said
yes.

The one sided pummeling only got worse in round four. About half way through,
she hit me with a perfect left-right combination that knocked my mouth piece
out, and sent me sprawling to the canvas.

I quickly got up, but I was still staggering a bit.

Karen ordered Megan to a neutral corner, and she quickly came over. I remember
her holding my wrists, looking into my eyes, and asking, "Are you OK!"

I lied...I had too, she was a woman. "I'm fine!" I said. I didn't believe it,
and I doubted Karen did either.

"What's your name?" she asked in a concerned voice.

"Mincemeat!" I replied.

It made her laugh, but she let the bout continue. As I faced Megan again, I
wondered how many rounds Karen wanted from her protégée. My mind came up with
a number like ten, and then I started to panic. It wasn't something a
professional like me was proud of.

By the end of the round, she had bullied me into a corner and was pounding my
body at will with what seemed like even more powerful blows. My grunts were
embarrassingly loud. I remember thinking as I was being pummeled, that I was
glad Lydia wasn't her to see this. I was sure her comments would have been
even more punishing than Megan's sledgehammer like blows.

Megan had systematically destroyed my arms and I couldn't get my hands up
anymore. Now, she was working my body like a pro. As she pounded me at will, I
wondered why she just didn't go for the knockout. I was sure she could have
ended it quiet easily.

That's when I saw Karen come walking over and say,

"That's enough, Megan." She had Megan's towel and when Megan stopped abusing
my body, Karen slipped the towel over her shoulders.

It was too late for me, though. My body could no longer be propped up by the
ropes, and I felt myself falling into my corner right on my rump.

Karen ignoring me gave Megan some orders, "Take a shower, and then start on
your studies. You still have a long day ahead of you."

"Oh Pooh! She said sadly, "can't I go a few more rounds?"

No more, my mind screamed! Was I doomed to be this young girl's punching bag
for God knows how long?

"No it's getting late. Maybe, tomorrow you can go a few more rounds." Karen
said firmly.

Was Karen kidding? I wasn't sure I'd be in shape to go one round tomorrow.

Before Megan left, she came over and patted me on the top of my head with her
glove, and said sincerely, "You did great!...I'll see you later!" And then she
was off looking just as fresh as she did the moment she stepped into the ring.

I watched her for a moment thoroughly amazed and a bit scared about the
future, then I looked up at Karen and asked, "Was she kidding?"

Karen reached down with a helping hand, and actually lifted me up enough so
she could put a stool under me. It was another amazing show of strength from a
woman being able to lift my dead weight up even that much.

As she helped me collapse onto the stool, Karen replied, "No! Megan only says
what she really thinks. Its a marvelous trait of hers, don't you agree?"

I didn't answer her question. Instead, I started to apologize, "Sorry about my
poor showing."

By this time, Karen was wiping of my body with a wet sponge. She stopped and
gave me a look of bewilderment. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "You
did great, just like Megan said. Why I doubt there's five men in this city
that could even go a round with her.

Her words were embarrassing, but coming from Karen it sounded OK. After that,
I didn't talk much as she used her powerful hands to rub life back into my
battered body. The massage was just what the doctor ordered, and Karen sure
knew her stuff.

As she worked my shoulders, she said in straight forward tone of voice, "What
you need is a whirlpool."

"That sounds great," I replied, "does the mansion have one?"

"Just down the hall, and it's huge!"

I didn't get Karen's meaning, I was just too sore, but I sure found out soon
enough. With her arm around my shoulder, she helped me through the hall and
right into the room with the whirlpool. After sitting me down, she then turned
on the whirlpool, and locked the door. My attention was on the huge whirlpool
and not on what Karen was doing so I didn't give what she had just done too
much thought.

The whirlpool was simply amazing. It was very modern, and it had room enough
for five or six people. Many of the gyms I frequented didn't have facilities
like this.

Slowly, I got up and started to take my shoes and socks off. As I did so, I
looked over at Karen and she was busy taking off her clothes as well. That
startled me and I stared at her for a moment.

She stopped taking off her shorts and commented, "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all!" I said enthusiastically, and then I made quick work of the rest
of my clothes. I couldn't help but steal a peak every now and then, at her
magnificent body, as we stepped into the whirlpool together.

She got behind me as we sat down in the soothing water, and immediately
started to massage my arms and the muscles in my neck. I couldn't help but
moan a little it felt so damn good. Karen laughed at my reaction, and kept on
with her soothing massage.

She was quiet for a few minutes as she worked her magic with my body. I was
too wrapped up in the wonderful sensations to talk much either, but she was
definitely having an effect on me.

That's when she hit me with her bombshell. As she rubbed, she said very
casually, "You know, your a very handsome man?"

I turned to look at her, and she planted a kiss on my lips. After she let me
loose from her liplock, "All I could think of saying was, "Thanks, my ego
needed that."

She responded with another kiss, and I felt her legs as they tightened around
my body and she placed them over my own in a sensuous manner. At the same
time, she encircled my chest with her arms locking her hands in front, and she
placed her own head very close to mine resting it on my neck. She held me
tightly for a few moments letting me feel her sexy young naked body. It felt
so wonderful, I sighed deeply, and she giggled at my reaction.

"It makes me so horny when I watch a man fight," she said seductively. And in
an even a more sensuous voice she added, "Especially, when he's so well
equipped."

I started to say something but she was making it very difficult for me to talk
as she started to nibble on my ear and draw little circles on my chest.

Finally, I managed to say, "If you don't stop, I'm going to explode!"

She kissed me again, and was giggling at the same time, and then we kissed
even harder. When she broke the embrace, "she whispered, "Then, I better do
something about that!"

In my passion, I looked around for a flat surface, and saw none, but Karen had
the answer.

"There's always some towels and the floor," she said in a frenzy of her own.
As we kissed, Karen locked her legs around my midsection and clung to me very
tightly as I stood and started to stumble about trying to get out of the
whirlpool. She maintained her kiss as I tried to peak around her to navigate
the rim of the whirlpool. When I did so, I hurriedly threw some towels on the
floor as she continued to lock her long athletic legs around my middle and
kiss me even more passionately. It sure was distracting.

We collapsed in a heap of wanton desire. I'm not sure at this point who was
the aggressor as we made love, right there on the floor, and I really didn't
care. We both were lost in our own passions. It had been much to long since my
last encounter with such a woman, and I was trying to make up for lost time.

Afterwards, we both collapsed in each others arms totally exhausted. It was
only then that the aches in my body slowly returned. Karen was quiet for a
moment and then she got up and started to dress.

"Don't leave! I heard myself say.

"Got to," she said sadly. "It's almost eight thirty and I have to see to
Megan.

As I watched her, she looked almost as good to me dressing as she did
undressing.

When she was ready to leave, she said sympathetically, "Use the whirlpool as
long as you like, Lydia's in town...And be back in the gym at four for some
wrestling, if you feel up to it?"

"I'll be fine," I said, "wrestling is my strong suit."

"Then you have two strong suits," Karen replied. She gave me a seductive wink,
and then walked out the door.

Slowly, I got up and dragged my aching body back into the whirlpool. I wasn't
sure if I more exhausted from the torrid love making or from the beating I
took at boxing. One thing I was sure of though, the whirlpool wasn't half as
relaxing as the lovemaking.

I was again the first to arrive at the gym, but this time I didn't bother with
the machines. Instead, I did some stretching in preparation for the match. It
was only a few minutes before both girls walked in.

As I stepped into the ring. I had a new found appreciation of Megan's
considerable abilities, but wrestling was my bag, and I wanted to show her a
thing or two this time.

As we faced each other, Karen made like a bell and went, "Ding!.ding!"

I would have laughed, but Megan was already coming at me. She surprised me by
taking a running leap, majestically floating through the air, and hitting me
squarely in the chest with her wrestling shoes. I reacted by flying backwards,
hitting the ropes, and flying forward totally out of control.

As I went by, Megan tripped my feet with her ankles causing me to land flat on
my face. I had no time to recover as she wound her arm around my neck and
started to squeeze. I fought back ineffectually for a few moments as Megan
bent close and whispered, "I like you!"

I was sure Karen didn't hear, but it did catch me totally off guard. I reacted
by grabbing her head and flipping her over me. She somersaulted and was right
back on her feet even before I managed to get up.

"Nice move Scott! Watch her! She's extremely quick."

As we circled again, I was wondering if Karen had changed sides. I didn't have
long to ponder it though because that's when Megan attacked once more. For the
next five minutes, I sort of held my own. I was eventually able to break each
of Megan's holds, but just like boxing, I seemed to be always on the
defensive.

About eight minutes into the match, Megan managed to grab one of my arms, whip
me around, and throw me into the ropes. When I returned on the rebound, she
did an extraordinary thing. She bent down caught my much bigger body and
lifted me across her shoulders. I was up there long enough for a dizzying
airplane spin and crushing body slam.

Before I could recover, she had my arm and was dragging me up to throw me back
into the ropes. When I slammed into them, my arm was able to grab hold and
stop me from returning, but Megan was ready for that. She launched herself
performing an acrobatics maneuver flipping from her hands to her feet and back
again as she somersaulted towards me.

When she got to me she was facing away from me balancing on her hands with her
legs parallel to my body, that's when she grabbed my neck with her young
thighs. I just had enough time to raise my hands to her thighs before my body
started to lurch forward. In one slick maneuver and an unbelievable show of
strength, she made my body flip over hers as she tumbled forward, throwing me
half way across the ring right on my butt.

I sat there stunned for moment, facing away from Megan, contemplating what had
just happened to me. That's when she struck once again. She sat on my neck
bending it down and forward. Then she quickly reached down with her arms
grabbed hold of my ankles. She had me in a killer hold, and I didn't think I
had the strength to break it. I knew in another few seconds I would have to
give in to this incredible teenage girl.

That's when I heard Karen yell, "Don't hurt him Megan! I think he's had
enough!"

It was another damaging blow to my ego, but Karen wasn't trying to be cruel. I
knew she was genuinely concerned for my well being.

In an act of defiance, Megan looked Karen's way and stuck her tongue out. It
caught Karen completely off guard. As that was going on, I found some strength
and pushed up and out. I really didn't expect my feeble attempt, at freedom to
work, but somehow it did, and I saw Megan tumbling away from me.

As I staggered to my feet, she was already coming at me again, and I had
little time to wonder how I had gotten away. Instead, I had to brace myself
for her next onslaught.

After that, I fought with helpless desperation. For the next ten minutes, I
more or less held my own. I was puzzled a few more times when I attempted
maneuvers that got me out of a few more close calls. Those maneuvers shouldn't
have worked on someone with Megan's skills and abilities, but I was glad they
did work.

I was relieved when Karen called an end to the proceedings. I was winded but
unbowed. I had not lost a single fall, and although close, she had not gotten
a submission from me either. Megan was, as I had learned, the most incredible
athlete I had ever faced. I wasn't sure why I had done so well. I just
attributed it to being on during the match.

Afterwards, Megan came over and offered me her hand. "Good job!" she said, and
then winked. And then her and Karen were walking away leaving me to my own
devices for the rest of the evening.

As I walked to my room, I felt pretty good about myself. Facing Megan twice a
day was going to be grueling, and Karen had indicated that the workouts were
going to get longer too. I didn't want to contemplate that. What I did
contemplate was Megan's wink. What did that mean?

After entering my room, I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep till one thirty
in the morning. I guess I was more exhausted than I thought. After showering,
I returned to the bed in just my pajama bottoms. Feeling wide awake, I decided
to read for awhile. I laid across my bed, opened a wrestling magazine, and
lost myself in its pages for awhile.

As I read, I heard a gentle tapping at my door. My heart raced when I thought
it might be Karen. "Come on in," I said a bit excitedly.

That's when I really got a big surprise. It was Megan and all she was wearing
was a skimpy bikini.

She entered the room all aglow, and turning a few times to model her outfit
for me, she exclaimed, "You like!"

She did look good, but she was jail bait, and her mother would probably kill
me if she caught her here. I quickly jumped out of bed and came over. I
scolded her as I tried to gently steer her out the door, "Megan, This isn't
right, your too young to be in my room at two in the morning."

She steered herself back into the room and said defiantly, "Make me leave!"

Her boldness caught me completely off guard. For a moment, we just stared at
one another, each waiting for the other to say something.

Finally, I reiterated what I said before, "Megan, you must leave."

I tried to grab hold of her shoulder to gently steer her out once again, and
that's when she became a blur of motion. I almost couldn't grasp how fast and
skillfully she moved. In the blink of an eye, I found myself in that same hold
that her mother had put me in a few days earlier. Megan's right arm was around
my throat almost strangling me, and her other hand had my one arm and was
bending it painfully up my back, and it felt like I was being held in a grip
of iron. To add to my embarrassment, Megan had me bent backwards and off
balance as she held me so I had to look into her grinning face.

"Megan, stop this!" I yelled.

She responded by shushing me and then saying. "Do you want my mother to hear
or Karen. What would they think if they saw the two of us alone?"

Her words quieted me, but I kept on struggling, and Megan responded by bending
my arm higher up my back. The pain was excruciating.

"Stop," I managed say, but not saying it too loudly.

She did ease up on her hold slightly, and she lifted me up a bit so she could
whisper in my ear. "I like you. I could have been a lot rougher on you today,
but I didn't want my mother to send you away."

"What are you saying?" I said completely stunned by her revelation.

"I went easy on you today. I could beat you with my eyes closed and both my
hands tied behind my back!...No problemo!..But you're the most fun I've had in
a long time."

"That just can't be, I said stunned at the revelation. I didn't want to face
the implications.

"If you don't believe me..All you have to do is get out of this little hold I
have you in."

I tried for a few minutes, but she had me and we both knew it.

When I stopped struggling, I asked the question I was afraid to have answered.

"What do you want?"

"That's better," she said and she bent down and kissed my forehead. Then she
whispered in my ear, "I'm going to take you somewhere, and you have to be
really quiet so no one will hear us and come snooping."

After her statement, she started slowly moving forward with the hold still
locked securely on me. I was forced to take really short steps by the awkward
position she had me in, and now she was bending my body forward. I couldn't
yell out. I didn't want anyone to find us this way. We would have been an
incredible sight if someone had come walking into my room just then. A very
young teenage girl having a much older and heavier man completely at her mercy
as she marched him out the door in an absurd but completely unbreakable hold.

She bullied me forward holding me securely as we made our way out of my room.
She stopped a moment to gently shut my door with her foot, and then she was
dragging me down the hall with her. At the end of the passageway, she stopped
and cautiously peered around the corner.

"It's OK she whispered." And then she was dragging me along once again.
Slowly, she made her way through the house till I was being half dragged half
carried up the stairs. By this time, I had an idea where she was headed, and I
struggled silently to get away, but she controlled me effortlessly. To make it
more embarrassing for me, it was like she didn't even have to pay attention
while she was controlling me. She was more preoccupied looking around corners
or listening carefully for noises.

When we finally arrived at her room, I noticed it was slightly agar. Megan had
left it open because she knew she was going to be busy with me. It was then
that I realized Megan had carefully planned out my whole abduction.

Before we entered her room she warned, "My mother's room is right next door so
you better be a good boy and be very quiet."

"By this time, I had resorted to pleading, "Megan, please!"

She shushed me again and said happily, "Your going to like this..I promise!"

And then I was being herded through the door. She paused for a moment to catch
the door with her bare foot and close it gently, and then we were walking
towards her huge bed.

When we got there, she pushed me forward onto the bed with great force, and
then dove in right after me. I tried to fight her off, but she was giggling
the whole time it took for her to subdue me.

When I stopped struggling and tried to catch my breath, she had her legs
wrapped securely around my waist, and my left hand was pinned to my side and
trapped by her muscular legs. My head was right next to hers and she
controlled it by pinning it to her. My right hand was free, but totally
useless because every time I moved it to her ankles, she gave me an incredible
burst of power from her legs. Always, in a matter of seconds, my hand fell
away. Her strength was just too great to overcome. Finally, I just stopped
trying to get away. My body was being completely controlled by this teen and
shamefully I was hers do with as she pleased.

After I quieted down she informed me about my new roll. "Now listen up," she
said, "You belong to me now....And I want you staying away from Karen, do you
understand?"

She gave me a burst of power from her power packed thighs till she forced me
to agree. "Yes!" I had to say.

For a moment that appeased her, and she leaned till her head touched mine and
she sighed and contentedly held me tightly against her. She seemed totally at
peace while I was trapped by her powerful teenage body, completely at her
mercy.

Then she leaned forward and started to plant little kisses all over my face,
in her excitement her legs started to mash me again till I had to beg, "Megan,
P-please! Your legs are killing me!"

She laughed and then let up just a bit.

"Sorry," she said between giggles. I guess I just don't know my own strength.
I love to have older men between my legs and helpless. You make the cutest
little faces. And your the cutest I've ever played with. It just makes me want
to hug you to pieces."

With that I felt the power of her legs once again till I had to beg once more.
I had been abused by the so called new breed of woman before, but this had to
be the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me.

"Now just close your eyes little one she said happily, "I'm going to keep you
right here like this almost all night. Then, I'll take you back to your room.
We're going to have many nights, just like this one, for me to play with you.
Doesn't that sound just heavenly?" And then she sighed deeply and I felt her
tighten her legs once again in response.

I closed my eyes to the pain, and thought about Karen and Lydia. For the first
time in my life, I felt total despair as this teenage girl had her way with
me. I didn't see an out. I was a six foot four inch two hundred forty pound
man who couldn't defend himself against a thirteen year old girl. What could
be more ignominious than that. I was just a helpless man, like all the rest,
in a female dominated world.

The End.