Another commission. This one may scan a little strangely, because it's actually Part 4 of a multi-part story. I won't be posting Parts 1-3 because the main character is underage in those stories. Now there's no sex in them at all, but even so I figure it's probably best not to be trying to post anything fetish-related featuring an underage character. As it is, Part 4 works as a pretty self-contained story anyway.
To give some context, the story is about a girl called Nadia who is the daughter of a Mafia crime boss. She grows up heavily into athletics and martial arts, which leads to her having some violent confrontations - usually dishing out beatings to those who try to bully her. Her father's money and influence protects her from any negative consequences, so she gradually comes to the realisation that she can do pretty much anything she likes and beat up anybody she likes - and finds that she enjoys it.
She spends a chapter or so at an athletics academy which specilises in preparing students for the Olympic games, which is a major aim for her. She forces a student there to become her 'maid', basically a personal servant. This part picks up as she faces a couple of life changes and starts to more fully embrace her need for dominance and vioence.
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Nadia finished her routine with a flourish, her powerful leg muscles sending her high into the air. Her body tumbled instinctively, describing a perfect trajectory, the end product of thousands of hours of training and practice. She spun and twisted, once, twice, three times, seeming to hang in the air for an impossibly long time before coming down to the mat again with a solid thud. The shock was absorbed by her body without a flinch or the slightest hint of unbalance.
She raised her arms in triumph, knowing that her routine had been streets better than anybody else here. Victory was hers, and she fully deserved it. As the music stopped she walked off the floor to where her coach waited, smiling. "You aced it, Nadia!" He enthused. But the smile didn't quite reach his eyes, she noticed. Now she thought about it, it had been months since she had seen a genuine smile from him. He encouraged her as a good coach should, he praised her as much as he ever had, but she sensed that he was hiding something from her. Deep down, she could tell that he felt that something was wrong.
Never mind, she thought, he would tell her in his own time. She turned to watch the board as the scores flashed up. She'd done it! She slipped into first place, more narrowly than she had expected, but she was where she belonged, in the top spot.
There were still four contestants to go, but she didn't care; her main competition had already gone, and now they had already been beaten. Nobody who remained really mattered. She had won.
Later, in the changing room showers, she contemplated her victory as she watched the other girls coming and going. They were so different, she mused. They looked like children. Nadia was 18 now, her birthday only a few days behind her. A good year older than most of the girls here. But it wasn't just that, not the mere fact of her chronological age. They were so slim, with bodies like a bunch of prepubescent boys and arms and legs like pipe cleaners. So tiny, too, not a one of them over 5'5". Elfin faces and stunted bodies.
In contrast, Nadia stood a shade over 5'10". Her body was a powerhouse, strong and muscular. Her breasts, whilst not huge, were certainly there, beautifully curved and enticing. Nadia stroked them softly with soapy hands, teasing her nipples for a moment before sliding her fingertips over the ridged muscles of her abdomen. A six pack, she mused. You didn't see that on any of the other girls.
She did not have the typical gymnast body, not at all, not anymore. But she couldn't bring herself to mind it. She loved her body as only a narcissist could, loved how it looked, how powerful it was. And it wasn't like she struggled to compete with the other girls. She'd won every competition she had entered so far this year. She was just that good.
She walked out of the shower, drying off with a big fluffy towel, heedless of her nakedness. The other girls looked at her with a mixture of emotions - envy, awe, and, here and there, subtle looks of sexual desire. The thought made Nadia smile. She had lost count of how many sensual locker room exploits she had participated in since that first one. Sophia and Camilla had opened her eyes to a word of carnal pleasures that day - and her maid had finished the job that same day, too. She smiled at the memory as she dressed and walked out. Her coach was waiting for her, and she followed him back to his car for the drive back to the athletics academy.
On the trip back they chatted about athletics, talking about the other competitors and how well they'd done. It was an exciting time for Nadia - the purpose of the Athletics Academy was to prepare the students for possible participation in the Olympic games, and after long years of waiting selection was finally due. The next week would see the academy deciding which students would go into the qualifying rounds, competing to win a place on the national team. Nadia was certain that she would be selected, and confident that she would win through to the team. And after that... medals beckoned.
She expressed her excitement to the coach, and he gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's an exciting time, for sure," he said softly. "But Nadia... nothing is certain, after all. You'd do well to prepare yourself for the possibility that you won't be selected."
She cocked her head curiously. "I'm the best athlete in the academy," she said flatly. "I've won every competition I've entered for nearly a year now. They'd be crazy not to select me. Why would you even say that?"
Her coach shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm just saying, you can't be sure," he said. "It would be a bad thing if you got your hopes up and then were disappointed."
She frowned. There was more to the sentiment than he was saying, she was sure of it. "You've heard something, haven't you?" She demanded.
He tried to avoid the question, but Nadia was nothing if not persistent. Finally, he cracked. "Look, this is nothing official," he said. "But... the rumour is that you're not going to be selected."
"Why not?!" She demanded. She was genuinely outraged. Her hands clenched in fury. She badly wanted to hit something and might well have if he wasn't driving.
"Nadia, you are the best gymnast I have ever known. I think it certain that you are the best in the world. But... you are not what people expect of a gymnast. Look at you, look at your body. It's all muscle. You're tall, and heavy, and bulky."
"So what?" She demanded. "I'm strong! I'm stronger than any of the others, more skilled, more flexible, better!"
"You are," he said. "Nobody denies it. But you don't look the part, Nadia. You stand out. You look odd, strange. And the rumours about your... interests. The martial arts, the fighting. It unnerves people."
She didn't believe it, not really. For days thereafter, she told herself that the coach was just repeating rumours, nothing more than gossip. When the decision actually came, wiser heads would prevail.
Then came the day when she was standing outside the main offices as a secretary pinned up the list of selectees. Students crowded around in a huge throng, but Nadia was able to move through easily - her fellows had long since learned to get out of her way. She walked to the front and scanned the list, brimming with confidence.
Her name was not there.
She checked it twice, three times, four, five times. No sign of her name.
She went to the office and demanded an explanation. "I'm sorry," she was told, "all decisions are final. There is no appeal process."
Nadia raged. She screamed and ranted, so furious that the mill of other complaining students backed away nervously, eyeing one another. Security came and stood, helpless. The two burly men knew as well as anybody what the rumours about her were. They were frightened of what she might do to them if they tried to intervene.
Finally, she told them she was leaving the academy. Her time here had been wasted. She was too good for them. They didn't deserve her. She just kept ranting, screaming about the unfairness of it all as everyone stared in shock until she ran out of words and just stomped out. She wandered the campus, no destination in mind. Eventually she wound up back at her accommodation block. Her maid was waiting there for her. A fellow student, Nadia had chosen him on her first day to do chores like washing her clothes for her. Partly, he did it because in return Nadia protected him from bullies. Partly, he did it because he was terrified of what she might do to him if he refused. Nadia led him to her room, contemplating her future.
"What's the matter Miss Nadia?" He asked.
She sighed. "We're leaving the academy," she said. She explained what had happened, finishing with "I've been wasting my time here. So, we're going to find another school and leave."
"But... that's for you," he said timidly. "I have a future here, still. I made the selection!"
She stared at him. "But you're leaving with me," she said plaintively, "or else who would be my maid?"
"But I'm on the team, Nadia!" He said, his eyes shining with joy. "I can't just leave, I have a shot at making the Olympics! It's been the dream of my entire life!"
Her anger boiled over. Rejected by the academy, that was bad enough, but rejected by him? No. That was just unacceptable. Her rage boiled over in an instant.
She punched him in the stomach; a perfect punch straight from her martial arts training, with all the power of her considerable muscles behind it along with all the rage and fury she could muster. She took him completely by surprise; his body just kind of folded around her fist as he doubled over, gasping for breath.
"You don't get to refuse me," she said menacingly. She locked her powerful arm over his neck in a headlock and took him to the ground. He squealed and struggled against her, but Nadia had inches of height and kilos of muscle on him. Nadia was an expert in half a dozen martial arts. Many were founded on the idea that a smaller, weaker fighter could master a bigger, stronger opponent by using skill and leverage. But Nadia had the size, the skill and all the experience here; his efforts were pathetic and futile.
She released the head lock and quickly spun her body, her breath-taking speed giving him no chance to react as she applied a perfect leg lock. She poured on her strength and he screeched as pain lanced through his knee.
"You don't get to have a life beyond me," she continued. "If you try, this is what happens."
She exerted maximum power, her sleek perfect muscles swelling as she used her strength. She had perfect position, perfect form, perfect leverage. His screech turned into a scream of pure agony as he felt his knee joint give way. Muscles and tendons stretched and then tore under Nadia's relentless assault, and he was utterly helpless. He heard a distinct tearing noise as something in his knee gave way, and suddenly the pain redoubled.
Nadia laughed, enjoying his reactions. She was turned on; her pussy was slick with juices, and she slid a hand inside her clothes to finger herself.
She wasn't the only one, it seemed; there was a distinct bulge in his trousers, a bulge that was growing by the second.
"Seems like you want that anyway," she taunted. "Not that I care what you want, you're just a male. Let's have a look at you, shall we?"
She ripped the front out of his trousers and tore his underwear off. His cock bounced up, deep red and obviously extremely hard. Nadia laughed - it was small, much smaller than she expected. She hadn't seen a whole lot of cocks in her life - and only in porn - but she was sure that this one was half the size of the smallest she had ever seen.
"Well look at that," she laughed, "that's pathetic! How do you go through life with such a tiny thing between your legs!"
Her maid cried with pain and humiliation, big fat tears that rolled down his cheeks. "Stroke it!" She commanded. "Stroke it right now, or I swear I'll rip this leg right off!"
He obeyed, terrified of the consequences should he resist. He jerked his cock frantically between a finger and thumb, his moans of pain quickly becoming moans of pleasure as the familiar feelings of lust coursed through his body. He had masturbated before countless times - and each time he thought of Nadia. Her rapidly maturing beauty, the way she dominated and used him as if it was the most natural thing in the world... but more than anything, the tremendous power and physical perfection of her athletic body. He would often get hard just looking at her, especially when she wore some revealing or tight-fitting garment that outlined or exposed her muscles. Visions of them filled his mind whenever he jerked off. And now here he was, in her power. Dominated, humiliated, emasculated and in agony at her hands. And the reality turned him on like nothing else ever had.
He came in seconds, semen drooling onto his stomach. "God, even your orgasm is pathetic and unmanly," Nadia laughed. "Now scoop that stuff up in your fingers. Go on, do it!" She twisted his knee again as a warning when he hesitated, and he quickly scooped up his own cum. He dreaded what might be coming, and Nadia quickly confirmed his worst fear. "Now eat it," she commanded sternly.
He needed no urging. He swallowed down the sticky mess as Nadia laughed at him. "Now I guess you think I'll leave you alone, since you were so obedient?" She asked. He nodded hopefully.
With that she twisted and pulled with all her might. His knee gave way instantly as the joint ripped apart, practically disintegrating under her savage power. He screamed in agony as she released him and stood. "I didn't do that to punish you," she said casually.
"Why Nadia, why?" He begged through the tears.
She smiled. "Because I wanted to," she said sadistically. "Because I wanted to make you scream. And I think I'm done following rules. From now on, I'm going to do whatever I want."
She dragged him out of the door and simply dumped him in the hallway outside. Somebody would stumble on him sooner or later, she thought, and they could deal with it. She opened up her laptop and sent a lengthy email to her parents, explaining what had happened and informing them that she would be switching schools. With her father's money and connections, both legitimate and otherwise, she knew she would have the choice of any school in the country, even in the world. So, she began to Google them and look for something she would enjoy. She heard the commotion outside as her maid was discovered, whimpering and crying. Eventually more voices arrived, and then they all receded as he was carried away.
He wasn't around until a couple of days later. When he turned up he was wearing a large knee brace and walking with a stick. Nadia walked over to him, handing him her to carry bag as usual. He stared at her, uncertain what to say.
"My knee is permanently damaged," he announced finally. "The doctors say I will never walk properly again, let alone be able to do athletics. You've destroyed my future."
She shrugged. "Athletics isn't your future. I am your future," she said flatly. "You belong to me. I come first, always. And I'll hurt you whenever I please, as much as I please. Never forget that. Are we clear?"
He seemed to be struggling with himself, but in the end his fear of her won out and he just nodded. "Yes Miss."
Nadia picked out one of the better universities in the country. The transfer process was surprisingly easy; she had a superb academic record and a stellar list of national-level gymnastics accomplishments. And with her father's money, she didn't require any kind of scholarship or financial assistance. Any university would be glad to have her, and she was accepted hours after she submitted the application. Her maid wasn't, but Nadia didn't mind; it wasn't like he needed to get an education anyway, not for a life of personal slavery.
They left the academy a few days later to begin their new life.
Life at university proved to be both better and worse. The academics were more challenging than the academy had been, especially since she had chosen to specialise in business. Still, Nadia had been in the top 1% of students at the academy. At the university she found that she was perhaps in the top 5% instead, but it really made little difference. Her teachers were impressed.
There were plenty of sports and activities available, but she found these wanting. Frankly, she was far in advance of any of them. She joined the athletics team, but it rapidly became clear that she was far more skilled than any of the teachers. She tried several of the martial arts classes, but it was the same story - in each one she would spar with the most senior, most respected teacher they had and defeated them easily. They were all suitably impressed, of course, and every class quickly asked her to act as a teacher for the other students. She declined, annoyed. She didn't want to spend time teaching her inferiors, she wanted to learn to fight and dominate!
"You're just too good for us, Nadia," one of the coaches said finally. "I get that it must be frustrating for you, but honestly I watch you spar and train and I can only see one thing that you're even slightly less than perfect at."
"What's that?" She demanded, irritated that this inferior thought he could criticise her.
"Well you could do with polishing your grappling skills," he said. "Some form of wrestling training, perhaps." He looked thoughtful. "There's somebody I could refer you to... Maxine Danvers. Have you heard of her?"
Nadia had not.
"She's the current world MMA and Muay Thai women's champion. She could probably teach you a thing or two. I'll give you an introduction."
As it turned out, Maxine chose to meet her at the university MMA club. They were holding a 'beginners tournament', where the new students would be showing off their skills. Or lack thereof; most of them had only been training for a couple of months.
Nadia sat in the crowd watching with amusement. She had liked watching MMA fights online or on TV, it seemed like a fun kind of fighting. It pissed her off that they always ended the match as soon as one fighter was down and helpless, though. Surely that was the time to do some damage!
Here it was even worse. It seemed that the referee stepped in as soon as it even looked like one fighter was about to become helpless. To her eyes the whole spectacle looked slow, lumbering, and kind of sad.
It was also quite sparsely attended, she noted. The bench type seating was enough for maybe a thousand people, but no more than a tenth of that were there.
She was wondering whether she should leave when Maxine Danvers walked up to her.
She was an older woman, Nadia saw instantly, perhaps in her forties. She was big, far bigger than Nadia. Six feet four, maybe even more. She wore a pair of shorts and a simple white tank top that was cut off just under her more than ample breasts. She clearly dressed to show off her body.
And what a body! Nadia had been one of the most muscular women she knew for almost all her life, but she felt like a weakling next to Maxine. The woman positively rippled as she moved. Her arms, her shoulders, her thighs, her calves, everything about her was huge, and all of it was composed of slabs of thick, perfectly defined muscle. Nadia had never seen anything like it in her life. It was impressive as hell... and sexy as hell. She looked up at the woman and subconsciously licked her lips.
"You must be Nadia," the woman said.
"And you must be Maxine," Nadia replied with a smile.
They shook hands and the woman sat down beside her. For a while they chatted, and Nadia found herself telling Maxine about her athletics career, her life at the academy, her training in martial arts, and her increasing disillusionment with all of it. Maxine was a good listener, nodding and interjecting with the odd penetrating question but otherwise just letting Nadia talk until she finally just ran down of her own accord.
"And what do you think of this display of manliness?" Maxine asked, gesturing at the current competitors.
"Pathetic," Nadia said with feeling. "I don't know why they're bothering. They can't fight, and the club doesn't seem to really want to let them even try."
The older woman smiled. " I can see you have a strong desire to fight," she said. "That is excellent. The most important aspect of any fighter is their desire to take on an opponent and defeat them. Their desire to hurt them, to injure them, to dominate and defeat them. The hunger for victory at any cost. I can see that in you, Nadia. Let me train you, and we will make an MMA fighter of you in short order."
Nadia thought about it. This woman was a world champion, an expert fighter. And her words were exciting, the way she talked about fighting. She found herself nodding. "I agree."
Maxine owned a large house, not too far from the campus. It was palatial compared to Nadia's student digs, though not compared to her family home. Clearly being an MMA champion paid well! One of the rooms inside held a collection of exercise equipment, expensive-looking machines of various kinds and a huge collection of weights. The room was dominated by a full-size MMA octagon cage. It wasn't up to the facilities her father had built for her a few years back, but it was an impressive setup.
For several weeks, Maxine trained Nadia. She was one of the most demanding trainers the young girl had ever had; they rehearsed movement around the octagon, boxing and wrestling moves and holds, takedowns and tricks to use against opponents both smaller and bigger. Maxine was impressed with how rapidly Nadia picked it all up, correctly assessing that her already extensive training in various martial arts was serving as an excellent foundation on which to build.
Outside of practice the two exercised for hours each day. Nadia was used to training to build flexibility and stamina as well as strength, but this was like nothing she had ever done. Maxine drove her to lift weights relentlessly, always pushing her to lift more, lift harder, faster. The first sessions left Nadia sweating and exhausted, every muscle in her body aching so badly that she could hardly move. She knew anatomy and her own body well enough to know that the brutal exercise regimen was literally ripping her muscles, tearing the tissues apart. The body always responded to that the same way - by building more muscles.
Maxine also altered Nadia's diet. Lots of protein, including all kinds of dietary supplements. It was a tough time, but Nadia didn't mind too much. Things had always come easily to her, and she found it quite enjoyable to be struggling for a change.
She rapidly gained muscle mass. She was still nowhere near the bulk of Maxine, but her biceps, thighs, and calves all gained one or two inches, and her six-pack abdomen became even more defined.
After two months of this, Maxine pronounced Nadia ready for a real match. To Nadia's surprise they didn't go to the university club; "too easy," was Maxine's only reply when she asked about it. Instead they went to a gymnasium in the city. It was not the best part of town, or so it seemed to Nadia as they pulled up in the car park next to the gym. Maxine's expensive BMW stood out quite starkly from the collection of shabby cars there, none of them less than ten years old. The gym itself matched the neighbourhood; it looked cheap and tatty, badly in need of renovation and new equipment. They made their way through to a back room. The space was hardly larger than Maxine's own MMA room at home, and a fraction the size of the one the university club used, but there was an octagon in the centre and several benches around each side. Unlike the university club this place was packed, every bench crammed and men standing wherever they could find space.
It was very hot in the room, and it seemed like almost everyone there was yelling. Nadia could see arguments going on, people laughing and slapping one another on the back, pointing to the cage and yelling encouragement. She could also see handfuls of money changing hands here and there. In the cage two men were grappling with one another on the floor. The larger one was struggling to get the smaller in an armlock. He was strong, Nadia saw, but not skilful or quick. He seemed more than a match for his opponent, however, and as the girls made their way through the crowd he got the lock on and twisted brutally. The littler guy moaned in pain, desperately trying to resist, before giving in and tapping out. The crowd went wild with both cheers and boos.
The referee was handed a microphone and declared the bigger man the winner by submission. He announced the next fight - a 'mixed gender match' featuring 'Steel Steve' and 'Nadia'.
Nadia blinked, looking to Maxine. The older woman smiled. "You wanted a match," she said simply. "Now go beat his ass. No mercy. No quarter. Destroy him!"
Nadia stripped off her outer clothing; apparently Maxine expected her to change right here in the middle of the crowd. Underneath she had on a pink sports bra and matching shorts. She heard a cacophony of wolf whistles and cat calls as she stripped down and Maxine helped her into her gloves. Every eye in the room was locked on her, and she could practically feel the waves of lust rolling off the crowd. She rather enjoyed the feeling, actually. Being able to cause such reactions in men, or in women for that matter... it was a form of power she had over them.
She walked into the cage, and a moment later her opponent followed. He was perhaps an inch taller than she, somewhat bulkier. His muscles were less defined, she judged. He wasn't in the kind of perfect shape that she was.
The referee closed up the cage and a bell rang.
The fight could have ended in those first seconds. Clearly very confident, 'Steel Steve' charged forward instantly, throwing everything he had into an all-out attack. Had it landed, that could have been the end of it. But Nadia was quick; she danced back on the balls of her feet, narrowly evading him. The crowd roared but Nadia dismissed the sound, focusing all of her attention on her opponent.
He laughed joyfully, continuing to charge forwards as she retreated and retreated. Nadia remembered something Maxine had once said. "The fight is won and lost inside the heads of the fighters, before the first blow lands. You must first think your way to victory!"
Nadia thought. He thinks I'm running scared, she decided. He thinks he can just wade in and batter me into submission in a couple of seconds and that my only defence is to run away. He thinks I'm weak and helpless... because I'm a girl.
Foolish, she thought. He takes no time to assess his opponent, no time to look for weaknesses. Meanwhile her trained eye took in how he moved, how fast he was. He was barely bothering to guard himself, and she decided that he thought he didn't have to. She retreated, and waited, and calculated. Not yet, not yet... now!
He lunged forward again and she danced back, causing his clumsy grab to miss once more. His arms dropped. Nadia stopped, altering her balance. One foot lashed out in a high kick. She could feel her muscles powering it, easily as strong as anything he had done - as strong, but twice as fast and twice as accurate. He barely even saw it coming and had no time to react or defend against it. Her foot crashed into his temple and sent him reeling.
Nadia moved with him, watching his body move intently. She had always been fast, faster than anybody in both her reflexes and her movements. Now it seemed that she was in a new zone, speedier than she had ever been. It was almost like the man was moving in slow motion compared to her. She watched him stagger, saw how his weight went onto his right leg, and snapped a brutal kick into the side of his knee. He went down like a carelessly dropped sack of potatoes. She launched another kick before he even hit the canvas, hitting him in the temple again. He rolled onto his back, his face slack, already unconscious.
Nadia threw herself onto him, straddling his chest. Her fists lashed out; a punch to the nose, then another. She felt it crunch under her fist. The referee should be throwing himself in the way right now, but he seemed in no hurry to do so. Nadia wasn't about to pass up that opportunity! She slammed her fists into the man's face, a barrage of punches so rapid and powerful that it was like he was being hit by a machine. She hit his cheeks, his mouth, his nose, again and again. She was pretty sure that she broke his cheekbone, and only the mouth guard he had in prevented her from knocking a handful of teeth out.
Finally, the referee pushed in and Nadia moved back. The man was senseless, blood pouring from a nasty cut on his broken cheek and the eye on that side rapidly turning badly bloodshot. Nadia wondered if she had blinded him. The crowd was roaring in approval, and she turned to them and raised her hands in victory.
Afterwards, Maxine hugged her. "I'm so proud of you!" The hug lingered longer than was proper, and Nadia found herself enjoying the feeling of Maxine's hard muscular body against her own.
Later they drove back to Maxine's house. Nadia was on a high as she replayed the fight over and over in her mind, talking to Maxine excitedly. "It was so easy!" She said happily. "I could see what he was doing, it was like I was reading his mind! And he was so slow and clumsy!"
"He wasn't slow, Nadia," Maxine said with a huge smile. "You are fast. Faster than I am, and my speed is one of my chief weapons. I don't know that I've ever seen a fighter with the speed you have. It will make you formidable indeed." She seemed impressed and proud, and Nadia blushed happily. "Now tell me... what was the best part of the fight for you? The thrill of victory?"
"No..." Nadia turned thoughtful, still smiling. "I enjoyed defeating him, certainly, but... after that..."
"Yes?"
"Afterwards, I expected the ref to stop it, but he didn't."
"No, he didn't. And?"
"And I... I just kept hitting him. He was completely helpless. He was at my mercy. And... I had none."
"Go on."
"I hurt him. I was breaking him, breaking his face. I enjoyed it. I'm surprised that I got away with that," she said. "I don't know why the referee was so slow. I've never seen one like that before."
"You didn't wonder why we came here, of all places?" Maxine asked lightly. "There are nicer clubs, Nadia. We came here because the crowd here likes blood, and the management likes to give it to them. Not too much, not enough to get them into trouble... but they are slow to stop fights. They are especially slow when somebody has the forethought to slip the referee and manager a couple of hundred in advance."
Nadia stared at her. "You bribed them?!"
"I did. I knew you would win, Nadia. I wanted to see what you would do with the victory after you achieved it. Whether you would see it as the end of the fight... or as a chance to go further, to do more."
"Wow," Nadia said softly. The thought awed her. "Thank you!"
"You're not just a fighter, Nadia," Maxine said. "You like to hurt, to dominate, to humiliate and destroy men. That is good, that is very good. It's rare that I meet a woman whose sadism matches my own."
Nadia continued to train with Maxine, slowly mastering the skills she needed. Every now and again Maxine would take her to fight. Sometimes in that same club, sometimes in others - always just as run down. Nadia won every fight easily... and each time, the referee gave her five or ten seconds to pummel her opponent before stepping in. She broke faces, she dished out serious concussions. On one memorable occasion she ended a fight with a submission hold and practically ripped the guy's knee apart before she was forced to release him. He had to hop out of the cage afterwards with the help of his manager. Nadia thought of her maid and laughed.
After several months, Maxine came to Nadia and announced that she thought she was ready for the next step. "But I must warn you, Nadia, that this is going to mark a major change in your training and your life."
Nadia cocked her head. "How's that?" She asked. Maxine looked at her thoughtfully.
"Nadia, I've watched you fight and beat half a dozen men now. You seem to enjoy it."
"Absolutely!" Nadia smiled. "It's wonderful!"
"You like the victory," she said, "but it's more than that. You like beating men. Injuring them. Even permanently damaging them."
"I do," Nadia smiled. She felt free to discuss such things in front of her mentor. Maxine constantly pushed Nadia to go further, to go harder. More violent. She seemed to love it.
"How far do you think you would take it?"
"All the way!" Nadia laughed.
Maxine looked at her seriously. "Good. But... what does that mean, exactly? Going as far as possible in beating and injuring a man... tell me what that looks like."
Nadia blinked, suddenly a little uncertain. Where was this going? "Doing more damage," she said thoughtfully. "Hurting them more."
"Injuring them more?"
Nadia nodded.
"What about maiming a man? Crippling him, permanently? Does that appeal?"
"Well you can't do that," Nadia said. "I know we push the rules a bit to get some more hits in, but there's only so far even a crooked ref will let you go."
"What if there was no referee?" Maxine asked seriously. "What if you could do... whatever you wanted. No interference."
Nadia thought about it. "But you can't do that," she said.
"And if you could?"
"But it would be illegal," Nadia said.
Maxine nodded. "It would. Does that matter to you?"
Nadia thought of the people she had beaten up in the past. Her father was a wealthy and powerful man. Over time, Nadia had come to realise he was also some kind of important figure in organised crime. She was fuzzy on the details, but she had been aware for some time that her father was feared far more than he was respected. That had prevented legal or other troubles for Nadia on a few occasions; boys she had beaten up never went to the police, school administrators tended to look the other way. "No," she said, "I don't care about the law."
"And the thought of doing real permanent damage? If you could...?"
"It sounds... wonderful," Nadia said honestly.
Maxine smiled. "I'm going to invite you to come somewhere with me during the summer holidays," she said. "Nobody else must know. Tell your parents and friends that you're coming with me to a special training camp. We will be away for a month; next Saturday evening onwards. I'm going to show you what's on offer... how to do MMA properly."
Nadia did as she asked. She spent the week wondering what was going to happen, where she was going. Maxine refused to say another word about it.
That Saturday she filled up a large bag with clothing and went to Maxine's house. Maxine bundled them both into her BMW and they headed out. They drove for the better part of two hours, leaving the city far behind and driving out into the countryside. Nadia had no idea where they were going and made no special effort to track their progress. If Maxine wanted this secret, it was for good reason.
They arrived at what looked like a large disused factory in the middle of nowhere. At least several dozen cars were parked around the back, invisible from the road. Maxine pulled up and led Nadia to the building.
A man waited at the door. He was perhaps the largest man Nadia had ever seen, easily over seven feet tall. He had a flashlight that he used to examine their faces before nodding and stepping aside.
Inside was a large room, half filled with rusting abandoned machinery. At the far end was a familiar sight; an octagonal cage surrounded by bench seating. The space was packed with people, both men and women, cheering as two fighters went at one another in the cage. Nadia watched them as they approached, attracted to the violence. She was disappointed when Maxine led her off to the side and through a door. A locker room and showers of some sort were beyond, as dirty and decrepit as the rest of the building. Maxine began to shrug out of her jeans and T shirt. Beneath she wore nothing but a pair of lacy panties. Nadia admired her breasts, the first time she had ever seen them bared. Maxine smiled and winked as she cupped them, and the two sat to wait. Neither felt any need to talk, and Nadia concentrated on listening to the crowd beyond, trying to picture the fight from their reactions. It seemed to go on far longer than she was used to.
Finally, a roar heralded the end of the fight. Moments later somebody banged on the door and called "time!" Maxine stood and walked out. Nadia followed, somewhat shocked - Maxine wasn't going to dress at all?
She wasn't. The crowd greeted them with a bellow of lust and approval, though Nadia noted that nobody so much as reached a hand out to try and cop a feel. The two women walked to the cage. An opponent was already waiting inside, a young man. He looked in decent shape, Nadia thought, though he had less than half the muscle mass Maxine had.
An announcer bellowed to the crowd, introducing the man as 'Savage Dan' and Maxine as 'Max Damage'. He said the fight would last for eight minutes, with no breaks, no submissions, no penalties, and no disqualifications. Then he cleared out, to the vocal approval of the crowd, and the cage was closed. Nadia watched in amazement. No referee?
The bell rang, and both fighters circled one another warily.
Maxine turned slightly to present her right side, leaning forwards. Suddenly she lifted her right foot, throwing all her weight forwards as her right fist lashed out. For such a large, muscular woman she was surprisingly fast, almost as fast as Nadia - and clearly much faster than her opponent. Her fist smashed into his face, catching him completely off guard. As he staggered back Maxine regained her balance and followed, throwing another punch that caught him on the cheekbone.
She pressed forwards, and it rapidly became clear that the man simply wasn't fast enough to fight her. He tried to cover his face up, but Maxine started pounding his body. If he tried to cover his body, she would slam fists into his head. He was totally defensive, not even trying to fight back really.
Finally, she landed a truly massive punch, and the man dropped to the canvas. He raised his legs, trying to push her off, but Maxine raised one heavily muscled arm and brought her elbow down on the top of his head. Nadia would swear that even through the raging bloodlust of the crowd she could hear his skull crack.
He slumped backwards and Maxine straddled his chest. She slammed another elbow into his nose, breaking it. Blood began to drool from it as she powered another elbow into his jaw. That man turned his head miserably and spat a mouthful of blood and teeth out. Nadia stared, excited beyond measure. No mouthguards either? She found herself wondering how the referee could let this go on, only to realise sheepishly that there was no referee.
Dan tried to cover up, but he was too feeble and slow. Maxine was relentless, raining punches and elbows on his face, his chest, his skull. The man was clearly disoriented and completely helpless, but nobody seemed to mind one bit. Finally, Maxine stood and started kicking and stomping his body. Huge red welts began to form all over him as Maxine smashed her boot into his ribs and chest. He tried to cover them, and she launched a brutal kick into the side of his head instead.
It seemed to go on forever. Nadia marvelled at just how long eight minutes could feel; surely this was lasting for hours!
Eventually Maxine grabbed the man's legs by the ankles and lifted them high, spreading them wide apart. She raised her boot again, leaving it hanging for long seconds... then slammed it down into his crotch. The man's body shook in agony as she raised her boot and slammed it down again... again... again... again... a relentless assault directed precisely at his groin.
The bell finally went. Maxine dropped the man to the ground where he lay silent and still other than the occasional twitch. Maxine paraded around the ring, muscular arms raised high as she showed her almost naked body off to the crowd. Nadia felt like her awareness was heightened, as if she could hear the smallest of sounds even through the noise, smell every one of hundreds of individual smells. She could see every bead of perspiration on her mentor's superb body - and could see the rapidly spreading patch of dampness on the panties she wore. She was excited by what Maxine had done, and by the approval of the crowd. Nadia stared, feeling the familiar dampness in her own panties, the feeling of overwhelming excitement.
Maxine strutted out of the cage and led Nadia back to the dressing room. 'Savage Dan' had to be dragged out. Nadia half expected a stretcher, perhaps a medic or doctor of some sort, but the man was literally just dragged off beyond the far edge of the crowd and dumped.
In the dressing room, Max turned suddenly to Nadia. "I have his blood on me," she said. Her voice was thick with sadistic lust. Nadia nodded, admiring the mix of sweat and blood decorating her friend. "On your knees, darling Nadia," Max commanded.
There was no disobeying her. Nadia sunk slowly to her knees, looking up with excitement. "Now lick his blood off me," she ordered.
Nadia did. She kissed Maxine's creamy soft skin, her lips parting so that her tongue could taste her. Sweat and blood together, the delicious salty flavour filled her mouth and she moaned in pleasure. Maxine's strong fingers went into her hair, gripping her head and guiding her gently but firmly to different parts of her body. Nadia was used to being the one in charge during sex, but somehow it felt fitting to be down here on her knees in front of Maxine. The woman was so big, so powerful... not just physically, either. She had a strong, dominant personality that even Nadia felt a little cowed by. One day, Nadia thought to herself, she would be this strong, this confident, filled with power and the total willingness to use it in every situation.
One day... but for today, she eased Maxine's panties down and caressed her dripping-wet pussy lightly with her tongue. Maxine shivered with pleasure. "Faster, my little Nadia, deeper... I want your tongue on my clit, now!"
Nadia obeyed, and Maxine moaned again as her student tongued her pussy expertly. She had never talked too much about sex with Nadia, but she had long had the feeling that Nadia was bisexual, a girl who was perfectly happy to give and take pleasure from both men and women. She was delighted to see that she was right about that and resolved to exploit it to the fullest.
"Oh, just like that darling," she crooned as the girl's tongue worked its magic on her clit, "oh yesssss... you have no idea, beautiful Nadia. I'm going to fuck you in ways you never imagined... daily, at the very least. I'm going to mould you, turn you into a deadly machine dedicated to the destruction of the male... and I'm going to enjoy every second of it. Oh, fuck yessss..."
Nadia moaned into her mentor's cunt, thrilled by the words she was hearing. The thought of it excited her beyond measure, she could feel her own needy pussy tingling with pleasure, her juices dripping. To hurt men, break them, tear them apart with her superior body and her fighting perfection... she would hurt so many, cripple them, maim them.
And kill them. In that instant, she decided. She was going to kill a man. No, not one man... many. The thought was electrifying. Notions of morality or civilised behaviour fell away from her. She was a predator now, a woman who loved to hurt and to kill. She had no idea when it would happen, or how she would do it, no clue who it would be, but she was resolved. One day, she would become a murderer. And as Maxine's first orgasm approached, Nadia knew she would cum like never before at the instant she killed her first victim.
Maxine rode Nadia's face to two more orgasms, then scissored her to another. After they dressed she drove the girl back to a hotel. It was a surprisingly classy place, with individual little cottages spread around a large forested site. It gave one a lovely sense of seclusion. The girls brought their bags in from the trunk of her car and Maxine smiled as she closed the door behind them. "Strip," she ordered. Nadia undressed without any semblance of hesitation or shame as Maxine watched. The older woman opened the bag and withdrew a collection of nylon straps and leather bracelets. She tossed four of the latter to Nadia. "Put those on your wrists and ankles," she ordered.
Nadia obeyed, not sure what was happening but excited by the older woman's dominant attitude. As she fastened the soft leather to her body Maxine slide the nylon strapping under the mattress of the big bed. She arranged them so that a thick nylon strap dangled from each corner of the bed. At the end of each strap was a heavy snap hook.
"Now on the bed," Maxine said. "On your back, spread-eagled."
She fastened the snap hooks to shiny steel loops on the bracelets, securely binding Nadia to the bed. The young girl tugged experimentally at the straps. There was give in them, but not much.
Maxine stripped off, deliberately posing her body for Nadia's eyes as she discarded her clothing with a slow sensuousness. Nadia blushed, thinking of her own perfunctory undressing. She could have used that moment to show off and excite Maxine, and she hadn't thought to. She clearly had a lot to learn from her... mentor? Girlfriend? Mistress? Nadia wasn't sure what to call her now, but the thought of Maxine training her sexually as well as physically was yet another bit of excitement.
When she was naked Maxine withdrew another item from the bag, this one a strappy thing made of glossy expensive-looking leather. Nadia watched as she stepped into the thing and drew it up over the fantastic muscles of her calves and thighs. A thick strap buckled around her waist, covering her pussy with a triangle of the same material. Two thinner straps reached from the bottom of this between her thighs and up to the back of the belt. It looked, Nadia thought, like some kind of leather jockstrap.
Her eyes widened as Maxine withdrew a rather sizeable double-ended black dildo from the back and slid it into a hole in the front of the harness. The thing jutted out in front of her menacingly. Nadia had seen cocks before, though not many in real life. But she'd never seen one to match the size of this thing. It must have been eight or nine inches long! Maxine sighed with pleasure as she slid one end into her cunt, pressing it firmly home.
Maxine spread lube over it with her fingertips, her eyes locked on Nadia's. "Do you like it, darling?" She asked. "I hope you do, because like it or not, I'm about to fuck you with it."
Nadia pulled on the straps reflexively, almost as scared as she was excited at the prospect. She couldn't move, and it sank in that she literally had no choice about what was about to happen. Maxine was going to fuck her, and that was a wonderful and exciting thing... but Maxine was going to fuck her whether she liked it or not, and that was a new experience for Nadia.
Maxine touched something on the harness she wore and there was a low buzzing sound as a built-in vibrator sprang into energetic life. Maxine moaned as the vibrations flooded her clit, lying down on top of her student. Nadia felt the woman's considerable weight pressing her down as the tip of the big cock pressed to her pussy. The lubrication on the thing was superfluous - Nadia was soaking wet, her young cunt ready and needy. Maxine slid the tool into her in one long slow movement, and Nadia instantly orgasmed. The older woman smiled, watching her face as she came, enjoying her cries of pleasure. "Hmmm, such a slut," she whispered into Nadia's ears.
Over the next few weeks they stayed in the hotel. During the day they would train; there wasn't anything in the way of exercise equipment in the hotel but there was a gym in Barrow, a small town some located ten miles down the road, and the girls would spend four or five hours a day there. The locals, almost all men, watched them in astonishment. Clearly, they had never seen a girl with Nadia's impressive physique before, let alone Maxine's Amazonian body. They didn't try anything untoward, though, which left Nadia a little disappointed. She would have enjoyed teaching them a lesson.
Every Saturday, Maxine took her back to the deserted factory for 'fight night'. Each time Nadia watched with breathless excitement as the Amazon brutalised some helpless male. Blood, broken bones, torn ligaments, shattered teeth... Max Damage earned her nickname with every fight, and Nadia loved it as much as anybody in the crowd.
It was illegal, of course, as Maxine explained. Membership here was invitation only, and everyone was sworn to deep secrecy. Nadia worried about the police interfering, but Maxine had laughed and pointed to a tall, grossly fat man in the crowd who was cheering with a look of pure bloodlust on his face. "That's the local sheriff," she said merrily, "he loves this place more than most. If anybody in his department ever tried to bust us, we have plenty of film of him enjoying the fights here. He's also paid a sizeable bribe. Trust me, there's no danger of the police raiding this place."
"Us?" Nadia asked curiously. "You said 'ever tried to bust us'?"
Maxine grinned. "It's a business, Nadia," she said, "and I own fifty percent of it."
In the evenings, there was sex. Maxine was as turned on by the violence as Nadia was. That first night she had fucked her student again and again, driving them both to orgasm after orgasm. Their awesome bodies gave them phenomenal endurance, as if they were a pair of sex machines that could keep going forever. Finally, it was Nadia who begged for respite. Maxine proceeded to fuck her vigorously one more time, just to underscore who was in charge.
An almost non-stop regime of training, exercising, violence and sex. It was heaven for young Nadia.
After the third week, Maxine sat her down for a talk. "You've seen what real fighting is like," she said. "So now that you're informed, the question is... do you want to do this?"
Nadia nodded instantly, not needing to even think about it. "I absolutely do," she said enthusiastically. "I want to hurt somebody. A man. Any man. Every man!"
Maxine smiled. "You have no idea how proud I am of you," she said softly. "Very well. This Saturday, you fight."
Nadia could barely wait for Saturday to roll around. She trained extra hard all week, pushing herself to her limits. She was gaining muscle mass rapidly, putting on close to ten pounds over the last few weeks. She looked amazing, as always, and felt stronger and more powerful than she had ever been. With her blinding reflexes and speed, she was maturing into an exceptional fighter.
The match arrived, and Nadia couldn't help but be nervous despite her confidence. Maxine went easy on the training for the day, spending most of the time talking to her student, soothing her nerves and going over her tactics again and again. "Your opponent is no fool," she said. "Make no mistake Nadia, this is not a setup where you can go in and beat some helpless victim. He is a good fighter, and he's been on a winning streak for his last nine matches. He's no pushover. You don't need to be afraid of him, darling. You are superior to him in every way except for experience. But you need to respect his abilities. And remember, this is a fight - not an execution. Death matches are not uncommon here, but this isn't one. You can brutalise him all you like, but don't kill him."
Seeing him, Nadia could believe it. He was a big man, 6'2" or so, and well-muscled. Strong, she judged, stronger than she was probably, if perhaps not so strong as Maxine.
When the fight began they circled one another warily, which surprised Nadia - she'd expected him to rush in, confident that he could beat a 'mere girl' like her. She realised that since 'Max Damage' brutalised men regularly in this arena, the men here were probably more respectful of the capabilities of female fighters. Something to remember.
"Gonna beat your ass, girlie," he muttered through his mouthguard. "Gonna teach you a real lesson."
In an eyeblink he lunged forward and drove a fist into Nadia's abdomen. She danced back, shocked; he'd gotten clean through in his first punch! Pain radiated out from her stomach, not debilitating but certainly a surprise. Nadia was used to being totally dominant in fights, suddenly the idea that this was a fight she could lose seemed real to her.
"See?" He grunted. "You're no match for me. Gonna fuck you up. You won't be so pretty when I'm done, you'll see. Gonna bring the pain!"
Emboldened by his success he came forward again and threw a roundhouse. This time she was ready and yanked her head back just in time for his fist to go sailing back. He recovered quickly... but not quickly enough. Nadia tagged him a good one on the jaw.
He snarled "fucking bitch" angrily but didn't back off. Neither did Nadia, and there followed a flurry of punches as both fighters struggled to both land hits and dodge their opponent. Nadia quickly realised that he was a stronger puncher than she was, but although he was fast, she was faster. He tagged her on the cheek with a solid shot and slipped another through to her body, but she landed three punches each of his and it was he that finally staggered backwards to break the exchange. As he did Nadia savagely kicked him in the side of the knee. She caught him just perfectly, and he backed off limping.
"Not so easy, is it sport?" She taunted, and he blushed in fury.
He was no coward, she'd give him that; he came in again, swinging punches furiously but with skill and precision. Nadia was pressed to the utmost, dodging frantically but refusing to give ground. She didn't try to punch; instead she kicked him again in the same knee, and then again, gratified by the grunts of pain each hit elicited. He glanced down after the third kick, just for a fraction of a second, and Nadia threw a beautiful uppercut that caught him perfectly on the jaw. He wavered and collapsed to the canvas.
She was on him in a second, slamming fists into his face. He struggled to cover up, but he was still stunned and unable to effectively defend himself. And every punch that got through increased his fog and allowed her easier access.
Finally, his hands dropped. Nadia raised her arm, and for a second the crowd thought she was celebrating a victory. Then she leaned forward, using all her strength and weight to bring the arm back down again and drive her elbow into his eye socket.
There was a spectacular crunching noise as a chunk of his face simply caved in. His right eye burst, spraying goo all over her elbow. Nadia felt her pussy pulsating, hot and wet as she smashed the man's face. She howled in lust and triumph, her bellow mixing with his scream of agony. "Not so fucking tough now, are you?" She screamed, raising her arm and smashing it down again in the same spot. The crowd roared sadistically as Nadia started to pour elbows and punches into the man's face. "Beaten by a girl!" She yelled, knowing the words would humiliate a man like him. "Beaten by a girl! Who's the bitch now, fucker? Who's getting the beating? You don't look so pretty now, bitch!"
Within sixty seconds he was unrecognisable as the handsome fighter of before; his face was a bloated reddened mess, covered in his own blood. Shards of bone stuck out here and there. Nadia rose, enjoying her victory. Her body was shaking with lust, on the edge of orgasm as she began to launch kicks into his ribs. She was rampant; she could feel his ribs snapping under the kicks, determined to break every one of them if she could.
He made an attempt to roll over and drag himself to his feet. Nadia laughed with glee at his efforts, so pathetic compared to the strutting confidence he had displayed just a little while ago. She brought her boot down on the back of his hand and felt the bones crunch. He collapsed, clutching his hand feebly as Nadia began kicking him in the head.
Finally, the bell went. Nadia pranced around the octagon, screaming in joy. She had truly cut loose on the man, and it felt better than she could ever have imagined.
Afterwards, she was bubbling over with excitement as Maxine drove them back to their little cottage. She couldn't stop talking about how it had felt as she drove her blows home, felt his bones splinter and break. "And that face!" She enthused. "Jesus, he's gonna need a fuckton of surgery to put that face back together. I don't think he'll ever look normal again. For damn sure he's never going to see again, that fucking eye was destroyed."
"For the entire rest of his life, every time he looks in a mirror he will think of you, darling," Maxine said. "And that is power too. For all the physical damage you did to him, the true damage is psychological. He's mentally broken, most likely permanently."
They arrived at the cottage and walked inside, tearing their clothes off even before getting the door open. They kissed deeply, their hands caressing one another's amazing bodies as they moved towards the bed. Nadia shoved Maxine sharply, and she fell backwards onto the mattress.
"This is my night," Nadia said. Her voice was thick with sex. "My victory, and I claim my reward. I'm going to be the one wearing the cock tonight, Maxine. I'm going to fuck you!"
Maxine laughed happily, impressed by the arrogant authority in her student's voice. "Yes," she said, "That's the new rule. Whoever wins a fight, that one fucks as she likes for the following week! Any time, any way! And if we both fight and both win... whoever most damages their prey will be the dominant one!"
Nadia grabbed the harness and shrugged into it, tightening the straps to fit her. She was used to being fucked with it now, and it slid home easily. "Perfect," she said. "A wonderful motivator!" She waggled her hips, watching the monster tool bobbing around as she moved. What a feeling it was! The thought that she was about to plunge this into her mentor's sopping cunt, ram it into her again and again, was intensely exciting. Fuck foreplay, she decided. The fight was foreplay. Smashing that pathetic worm's face was foreplay. She lined up the silicone cock on Maxine's cunt and plunged it in with all the strength she had.
Maxine screamed in pleasure at the brutal thrust. "Yes!" She screamed. "Fuck me, Nadia, fuck me hard and deep! I want it!"
Nadia laughed. "I don't give a shit what you want, I'm going to fuck you because of what I want!" She bellowed, "you taught me that!"
And she did. Repeatedly.
The following week was passed in an orgiastic joy. Maxine remained as in-charge as ever during the days, and the two women trained and exercised as much as ever. They also went over Nadia's fight endlessly, discussing every little detail. Maxine offered praise and insightful criticism in equal measure, always offering positive advice aimed at improving her student's skill for the next fight.
And in the evening... Nadia used Maxine as her sex slave, enjoying her body to the fullest.
Finally, the day came for Nadia's next match. "This is the end of our little tryst, darling," Maxine said as the two cuddled naked in bed, recovering from another marathon sex session. "It's a slightly different type of fight that you are used to."
"A death fight?" Nadia asked hopefully.
Maxine laughed, impressed by Nadia's sadism. "No darling. Actually, this one is a rape match."
"A... what?"
Maxine explained. "The object of the fight is to achieve victory, like any fight. But once victory is achieved, the idea is not to beat the opponent into oblivion. Rather... it is to rape them. The loser is required to submit to any sexual activity the victor chooses. Anything at all."
"Well that sounds interesting," Nadia said. "I fight a man?"
"Some rape matches are mixed gender, but in this case your opponent will be a woman."
"And I can do anything to her?" Nadia asked, an idea forming in her mind.
"Anything," Maxine confirmed.
Nadia passed the week in gleeful anticipation. The night arrived and she dressed in the changing room, which was filthy as always. "You should clean this place up," she said to Maxine.
"Oh, I rather like it. I think the derelict thing has a certain shabby chic to it," her friend said.
Nadia went topless for fights, as Maxine did. Against men, it provided her with a valuable distraction. And the crowd loved it. It also felt very freeing, emphasising that this was a place where the normal rules and norms didn't apply.
Her opponent was... different. A woman, yes. But a perfectly normal woman. She was obviously fit and healthy, but she was certainly no athlete. Her body was soft, beautifully curved but without any real muscle definition. Large breasts, slim body, but perfectly normal. The woman stood there, clearly nervous if not terrified of her surroundings.
Nadia glanced at Maxine questioningly. "This woman's husband ran up a rather large debt to my co-owner," Maxine explained. "He said he would write the debt off if the husband participated in a death match. Or alternately, if his wife participated in a rape match."
"Wow," Nadia said in amazement, "That's quite something. The husband backed out, huh?"
Maxine pointed. "That's him," she said. Nadia saw a man sitting on the front row, his nose practically resting against the cage. He was a small, slim, nerdy-looking guy. She couldn't imagine him lasting more than sixty seconds against any real fighter. He was watching his wife in silent agony.
"Well let's get to it," Nadia said. She walked into the octagon.
The woman stared at her, eyes going as big as saucers as she took in Nadia's muscular physique, her obvious strength, her naked breasts... and the enormous strapon jutting from her groin.
"My god," she whispered.
Nadia smiled. "Your Goddess," she said. "And soon to be your rapist." The woman paled.
The announcer introduced her as "Busty Beth," and Nadia could hardly complain about the appellation. She had finally allowed them to have a nickname for herself - she was introduced as "Nasty Nadia". These people sure do ardently admire abundant alliteration, she thought in amusement.
The fight was a joke. The bell went and Beth froze in place. Nadia walked over, punched her in the face, and she collapsed in a heap and started sobbing. Nadia stood over her, hands on her hips. "Give up?" She asked.
"Yes! Please, I'll do anything! Just don't hit me again!"
"Then get the fuck up and strip," Nadia ordered. "I want to see those big tits of yours."
The woman obeyed, stripping off her tracksuit - who the hell wore a tracksuit to a fight, Nadia wondered - and baring her body to the crowd. Nadia smiled, turning her around to face her husband as she stood behind her. The strapon pressed between Beth's cheeks, nestling lengthways into the crack. Nadia stripped off her gloves and reached around, cupping the heavy tits in her hands. "Hmmm, lovely," she said. "How big are they?"
"Thirty-four double D's," Beth said. Nadia pinched her nipples hard and the woman cried out.
"That's your husband," she said as she looked down at the guy. "You love him?"
"More than anything," Beth said honestly.
"Good, because I'm going to fuck you right before his eyes," Nadia said, loud enough for him to hear. "That big dick you feel up against your ass, that's going into your hole. And I'm not talking about your cunt," she added maliciously.
"What... you surely can't mean..."
"That's right, honey. No better way to make a woman your bitch than by buttfucking her into submission! Now on your knees!"
"Please! Not that! Anything but that! It's disgusting! It's... unchristian!"
Nadia laughed. "Getting so far into debt that you sell your wife to be raped by a hardcore bitch is pretty unchristian, too," she said, "but here we are. Now on your fucking knees, or I'll put you on your knees. And I won't be gentle about it."
Beth kneeled down slowly as Nadia spat on her hand and used it to lubricate the thick shaft. She placed the head between the woman's ass cheeks, lining up carefully. "Now back onto it," she ordered. "Show me what a good obedient bitch you can be and fuck yourself on my cock."
Beth did. Shaking with humiliation, sobbing like a baby, but she did. Her whimpers of pain as she pushed the dildo into herself were music to Nadia's ears. She had to admit, Beth was committed. She didn't stop until the monster was buried right up to the hilt. "Good girl," Nadia crooned, "what a good little sex slave you are. Once we're done, maybe I'll beat your husband to death and sell you into sex slavery. If you like big black cock so much I'm sure I can arrange a whole gang of fellas with suitable equipment to take care of you."
"Noooo, please, no!" Beth screamed, practically hysterical. Nadia began pumping her cock energetically, fucking the woman hard and fast. "Anything but that! Please! Anything but that! No!"
"Awww, the idea of being raped by some strapping black guys doesn't appeal?" Nadia taunted, watching the husband's face. Tears were running down his eyes as he sat frozen in place. Clearly the couple had a bit of hidden racism, she thought, if that idea was so humiliating to them. Nadia wondered why he made no move to try and protect his wife, then saw something she hadn't noticed; two rather large men were on either side of him, each with a big meaty hand resting on his shoulder. Clearly Maxine and the other organisers would brook no interference!
She thrust her cock hard and deep into Beth's ass, and the woman screamed. "Come on, you know you'd love it," she growled as she ploughed the poor woman. Humbling and humiliating her didn't give Nadia the same intensely sexual thrill that abusing a man did, but it was pleasurable nonetheless. She reached around and began to finger Beth's clit, and soon the moans began to sound less like pain and more like pleasure. Nadia grinned in triumph as she brought the woman to a state of excitement, clearly forcing her to enjoy her own rape. What could be more humiliating than that? And forcing her husband to watch his wife enjoying it... delicious.
The poor man seemed to crumble within himself, as if he was shrinking on the spot. Nadia knew that here was another couple that she had left her mark on, two people who would for the rest of their lives remember what damage she had wrought on them today.
Beth reached a shattering climax as Nadia pounded her with the strapon, one hand fingering her clit as the other savagely squeezed a big breast, her fingers digging deep into the soft flesh. She saw the husband desperately trying to rise, trying to throw himself forwards, helpless against the two men beside him. It was a beautiful moment of dominance, delighting Nadia to the core.
Afterwards she drove back to the hotel with Maxine for their final night together before returning to their normal lives. "Life is perfect," she reflected.
"Tell me," Maxine purred.
"I'm wealthy," Nadia said. "My father is rich, and generous when it comes to his little girl. I have all the money I want. I have a little slaveboy who is devoted to me - and he'd damn well better be, because I'll rip his fucking lungs out if he isn't. I'm a perfect physical specimen. I can hurt whoever I want, and I love the violence. I'm a sadist, and I love being a sadist. It's only a matter of time until I start to kill, and my God, I'm looking forward to that. And I have you, my beautiful Maxine. Sex, violence, lust and death. I have it all. And it's just going to go on and on like this. And I swear, I'm going to enjoy every single second of it."
"You are magnificent, Nadia," Maxine reached over to caress her thigh lovingly. "Beyond my wildest dreams. I adore you. And I promise you, I will be with you for as long as you want me. We will work together to cut a swathe of destruction through the world. And we'll enjoy it thoroughly!"
Nadia put her hand over Maxine's, and as they drove through the darkness she slid it up to her eager cunt.
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