The following is a work of fiction - of course! It contains graphic and perverse acts of sex, domination, and general weirdness! I totally understand if that is not your thing; simply move on to something that's more to your taste.
It should go without saying that this work is meant for adults only, and that if the above is not your thing then you shouldn't be reading it.
The character of Angela Mao is very loosely based on a real Martial Arts actress. No offence is intended to her.
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With the dojo cleared, the announcer came out to present the next fight.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special contest for you tonight," the man said. "Not part of our usual program at all, in fact! A surprise guest is joining us today."
Feng's curiosity was aroused. The secret dojo was primarily a place for his fighting girls to get practice and provide pleasure for himself and the other men. However, those who managed it for him knew the tastes of their customers all too well, and on occasion they liked to surprise their guests with something fresh and unexpected. Feng especially loved being surprised by some new fighting talent.
The lady who stepped out, however, was both surprising and familiar. Feng took a moment to stare, to be sure. Yes, it was! It was Angela Mao!
He was shocked. Angela had first come to prominence as a model who specialised in modelling stockings and footwear. She had been the most famous model in China for years, considered one of the most beautiful women of the time. Her height was exceptional, especially in China - in bare feet she stood an inch under six feet tall, towering above most women, and most men for that matter.
??Then to the surprise of almost everyone she had transitioned into being a movie actress. Not just soppy romances or dramas, either. She had rapidly become a rising star in the field of Martial Arts films. Her obvious skill had surprised many, silencing her critics rapidly, and her films had been tremendously successful.
Then, after just a few years in front of the movie camera, she had simply vanished. The movies ceased, her modelling ceased, her public appearances ceased. Reporters clamoured to know where she had vanished to, but her agents and publicists had both been discharged and appeared to have no more idea of where she was than the reporters did. Her home was empty and up for sale.
The mystery occupied the headlines for a month or so before quietly fading into obscurity. That had been five years ago.
Now here she was, returned - and to Feng's own exclusive dojo! He could hardly believe it!
He had always counted himself as a fan of Mao, though her films were not generally to his taste. Fighting that was carefully choreographed and rehearsed had no appeal to a man who had seen the real thing. Her beauty was certainly entrancing, especially her legs and her rather lovely figure, which was extremely statuesque by Chinese standards. She had the same slender frame as his girlfriend, although her breasts were far larger and more appealing. But like his girlfriend, she lacked the athleticism which his soul longed for.
Or at least, she had! Now he stared in astonishment.
She wore a white jacket... but this one was tailored to be a skin tight fit. It gaped open at the front, much as the previous girls jacket had, though in this case the opening was clearly deliberate. Indeed, it was obvious that the jacket could not have closed over those breasts even if she had tried. Which she didn't!
Angela, despite her revealing attire, wore nothing under the jacket. No undershirt covered her, no bra tried to contain that lovely bust. Nor, he saw, did she wear any trousers! Or even underwear! He gaped at the sight. The jacket was cut rather short, just long enough to hold a black belt around her waist. Below that, she wore only a pair of flesh-coloured stockings and a pair of high heeled leather shoes. Her lovely pink pussy was on open display, carefully shaved of every single hair!
Even more amazing than her tantalising dress was her astonishing build. Gone was the slender beauty of the famous model. Instead, her body was a collection of solid bulging muscle! Feng had rarely seen such an impression of raw power, even on a man. Certainly never on a Chinese man! Her thighs must have been 30 inches around! Feng stared at her in amazement, awed by the display she was presenting. He had never seen such perfect femininity, or such raw physical power. Certainly not in combination!
The thought of steroids crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. There were no tell-tale signs of masculinity here, as was almost always present on the heavy steroid users. She must have spent every day of the last five years in the gym, he mused. Hour after hour of the most punishing training imaginable. It was the only possibility.
"I present to you the powerful, the mysterious, the skilful... Angela Mao!" The presenter announced gleefully. Several of the audience applauded. Others were already stroking themselves at the vision of muscular beauty before them. "Her opponent tonight, one of our strongest male fighters! Please welcome Wang Ma!"
The big strong-looking male fighter emerged, to barely any reaction at all from the audience. They were not here to see the men, after all!
The referee began to retreat ready for the start of the fight. Angela Mao raised a hand to stop him. "Wait!" She said in a commanding tone. The referee looked at her uncertainly. "Ma'am?"
"I came here to be challenged," she said, gesturing to the male fighter. "This is too easy. He is weak and soft! I have come here for a real challenge!"
The referee looked at her uncertainly. "But... he is our strongest fighter," he said in confusion.
"Little surprise that you have nobody stronger than this," she commented in disgust, in a voice clearly intended to be loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "Males are such weak things. They strut and they boast, but compared to real female power they are pathetic!" She struck a double bicep pose as she spoke, her muscles swelling so hugely under the skin tight jacket that Feng though the material might split.
"What can be done?" The referee asked.
"Well, if this is the best that you can do then there is nothing to be done about that," she said in annoyance. "But you have more fighters, do you not?"
He nodded slowly. "We do."
She smiled slowly. It was the sort of smile one might imagine on a cat, a the moment it first sighted a mouse. "Then bring them," she said. "Five of them. I will fight them all together."
"Five!" The referee said, eyes wide with shock. "But that is absurd. Nobody could hope to defeat five opponents!"
"I will!" She said, total confidence in her voice. "In fact, I will introduce some stakes to our little game. Should I be defeated by these five men, they may have me, right here on the fighting floor! And you," she gestured at the audience contemptuously, "you may watch."
The referee looked at her in confusion, clearly not knowing what to do. Members of the audience began to cheer and call out supportive comments, clearly wanting to see this amazing spectacle. The man found Feng in the crowd and looked to him enquiringly.
Feng hesitated. He well remembered Mao's obvious skill in martial arts, shining through even the fake performance of her films. She would have made a formidable addition to his stable of fighting girls even back then. Now, with her greatly increased strength, surely she would be all the more impressive. That said... surely even such a stunning woman as this could have no hope against five tough opponents!
Yet the prospect of seeing it excited him. This Goddess could not defeat five men, nobody could. How amazing to see her try, though? He nodded to the referee.
Five men were quickly summoned. Mao surveyed them disdainfully. "Well I can't say this looks like a challenge even now," she announced loudly. "Have another five prepare for me after I get these out of the way! No, tell you what - make it ten!"
The men stared at her, astonished by her apparently unhinged demand... and turned on by her stunning and semi-naked appearance, to judge from the bulges in their trousers! Feng could hardly blame them, since his own cock was all but ripping its way out of his pants.
The referee retreated. Angela squared off against the five men. The tension in the room built to unbearable levels, every eye fixed on the Amazonian woman who thought she could stand against the combined strength of five men.
"K??ish??!"
Angela reacted so fast that nobody there had any chance to react. She darted forward and suddenly leapt through the air, superbly muscled foot lashing out in a flying kick that sent her stiletto heel crashing into the forehead of the largest of her male opponents. The man didn't even utter a sound as his head jerked backwards. The crack of bone sounded through the room like a gunshot, a clear sign that his skull had been fractured. In fact, Feng would have been more than a little surprised if it had not been shattered into a thousand pieces, so fast and hard was the strike.
She darted back before any of them could react, doing a little pirouette as she moved, just to show off. Feng felt himself undoing his trousers and pulling his painfully erect cock out, only distantly aware that he was doing it. He began to stroke as Angela laughed, taunting the four remaining men. "Ooooo, look at that, males! The big strong man got his face kicked into the middle of next week! Do you think he will wake up before tomorrow? Or even at all? And none of you did a thing about it! Could it be that this beautiful body," she said playfully, as her hands caressed the barely-covered mounds of her big round breasts, "is too much for you to handle? Well, are you going to stand there like a bunch of cowards, or are you going to come and put your macho pride up against my feminine power?"
The four men reacted with rage as she taunted and belittled them. They charged her as one, hoping to overwhelm her with numbers. She leapt into the air again, a tremendous jump that threw her over the heads of the men. She landed with cat-like grace behind them, and immediately spun. They turned towards her, but their movements were slow, so very slow in comparison to her lightning feminine speed.
She jumped forward again, legs flashing out to either side in an effortless splits. Each foot took a man in the face, and an audible trokkk! sounded through the room as they collapsed. Her momentum carried her forward at a third man, and her pussy slammed into his face with a troackk! sound, slamming him backwards! It was the most amazing thing Feng had ever seen - she had used her own pussy as a weapon, slamming it into the face of a male! And instead of hurting her, it had practically knocked the man's head from his shoulders!
She bent, lifting one man to his knees without any apparent effort. His clothing tore apart under her grip. Perhaps it was an accident, but Feng would have bet every dollar he owned that nothing which was happening in this place tonight was accidental. The man looked up at the feminine perfection bending over him blearily. He was only half conscious, but a dead man couldn't have resisted that view! His cock throbbed hard as he stared hungrily at her cleavage, only inches away.
The fourth man sprang at her, desperate to deliver a blow against this demoness. She glanced over her shoulder as if sensing the attack. One beautifully muscled but still perfectly feminine stocking-clad leg swept up with blinding speed, delivering a perfectly measured kick under his jaw. The man's head snapped back with a tremendous troackkk! sound as the blow stopped him dead. He swayed on his feet for a moment, then toppled backwards like a falling tree.
The man she was holding shuddered at this display of feminine perfection. His cock seemed to swell, and suddenly he was practically exploding with cum as the strongest orgasm of his life spewed out of the end of his cock.
The other men in the room were little better off, whether on the fighting floor or off it. Two of the battered fighters were staring up at the woman who was easily beating them. Both had their cocks out, massively erect. One was rapidly stroking his, eyes wide with uncontrollable lust. The other simply stared, slack-jawed, as his cock erupted without any help from his hand at all.
Dozens in the audience followed suit. It was not at all unusual to see spectators masturbating to a fight here in this place. They came here for the excitement, after all, the sexual thrill of watching female power in action. But the factory had never seen a display such as this, never hosted a woman of such perfect feminine beauty and astonishing strength and skill that men were literally helpless before her.
She looked down at the men she had defeated so easily. "Is this it?" She said scornfully. She pulled her jacket open even wider, baring her breasts. Her nipples were crinkled and hard, showing her clear sexual excitement. She caressed them for a moment, then growled "fetch out the rest! I want them in here, now!"
She reached one of the concrete pillars and spun, her leg lashing out with tremendous strength. The concrete shattered, a dozen shards of the super strong material exploding outwards as she destroyed it effortlessly. "I said now!" She roared, swept up in lust at her own invincible feminine power. "I want to destroy them!"
The referee hurried backstage, frightened of what might happen if he didn't obey. Angela stalked the fighting floor, sneering down at the defeated men. One lay, apparently in a daze, his cock still erect despite having cum just moments before. "Useless male!" She screamed, launching a stunningly hard kick into his balls. His body skittered a good five feet across the floor as he let out a startled scream. Angela jumped, spinning in the air to launch a second immensely powerful kick into his groin, perfectly targeting his balls. The man let out an agonised groan as the kick finished the work of the first, utterly and permanently destroying his testicles.
??One of the man managed to stagger to his feet, and Angela spun and advanced upon him. He tried to back away, but she swept out a dazzling combination of punches that left him bruised and swaying on his feet. With effortless speed she seized him by the balls, and he whimpered as she stroked the tip of his cock with a finger.
"Awww, look at the poor little man," she taunted. "So completely humiliated and defeated... but you love it, don't you?" He moaned in fear and lust as she played with him. "Well, I wonder how you will like this!" With that she slammed her fist into his balls in two punches of brutal power and whirlwind speed. The hammer force of those fists which could crack solid concrete had a devastating effect on his poor balls; both were instantly smashed to jelly, permanently destroyed. The man screamed in anguish as Angela released him, stepping back to watch him crumble to the floor in agony. A self-satisfied smile played across her lips as she watched him writhing on the floor, a victim of her total physical superiority.
"More!" She demanded angrily. "Where are the other so-called fighters! I want fresh meat to destroy with my fists and feet!"
Backstage, the remaining fighters were oblivious to what was taking place on the fighting floor. The fighter's rest and preparation area was another section of the factory. It had formerly been a storage area for cylinders of gas fuel. As such, it was partitioned off from the rest of the factory by heavy concrete walls. Feng's renovations had turned it into a set of showers and changing rooms, a large gym, a rest area, and a big toilet. A dozen or so fighters were preparing for their next match, several of them heading for the loos to relieve themselves before they went to the fighting floor. The thick walls blocked out any sound from the main area of the factory, so the men were oblivious to the wails of pain and anguish emitted by their colleagues.
Angela marched over to the concrete wall. She was on a natural sadistic high, practically quivering with pleasure at the damage she had inflicted on the inferior male fighters. They were not her opponents, she thought, not in any meaningful sense. She was a predator, a perfect hunting machine, and they nothing more than her helpless prey. She stalked towards the concrete wall, every sense heightened, humming with awareness. She could practically feel the little men hiding away on the other side of the concrete. Where... where were they... she closed her eyes, reaching out with her senses... there...
She struck. An Amazonian leg raised and lashed out with stupendous force. Her high heel smashed through the thick concrete as though it were nothing but tissue paper - and with perfect accuracy slammed through the urinal behind it and into the genitals of the fighter standing there. His balls were instantly smashed by the colossal impact of her shoe, completely and forever ruined. Nature did hand him one minor consolation, however; for the force of the blow was such that the sperm was literally smashed out of his balls, erupting from his cock in the biggest and most powerful orgasm of his life! Which was, of course, also the last orgasm of his life.
Barely had the man begun to collapse than Angela leapt a few feet to the left and lashed out again, shattering a new hole through the concrete. The poor man's neighbour suffered the exact same fate, his balls wrecked in the process of one last titanic orgasm.
In rapid succession, Angela smashed through the wall in three more places, destroying the genitals of no less than five more men in all. She threw back her head and let out a roar of sadistic glee as they fell to her ultra-powerful female muscle.
Backstage, the other fighters heard the commotion and rushed into the loo. The sight which met them could hardly be believed - five of their comrades lay whimpering in agony on the floor, trousers around their ankles, displaying rapidly bruising testicles! And more astonishingly, each man appeared to be spattered with copious quantities of their own cum! The men stared in astonishment at the series of ragged holes in the wall, unable to comprehend what powerful force could have made them.
They turned as one and rushed out onto the fighting floor, half a dozen of them in all. The sight of the gorgeous Amazonian who awaited them brought all six men to a screeching halt, and they stared in amazement as she met them with a delighted smile.
"More fresh meat!" She crooned. "Come, little males. Come meet my fists, and learn the true reality of feminine power!"
With that, she launched herself into battle. The poor men managed to overcome their shock and did their very best, throwing themselves at her with fists and feet flying. Angela whirled and spun with astonishing speed, dodging blows whilst launching punches and kicks of tremendous speed and power.
She leapt into the air, a fist smashed into the face of one man whilst her legs slammed into the faces of two more, sending all three reeling backwards. She spun, another fist lashing out and catching an attacker in the abdomen with a solid kathunk!, sending him slamming back into the wall so hard that he actually left a dent in the solid concrete as he slithered down to crumple on the floor.
In a matter of seconds, she had reduced all six of her attackers to inert lumps on the floor. She strutted around the fighting area, parading herself before the astonished spectators. There was no doubting the effect she had on them; every single man in attendance had his cock in hand as they watched her display of total feminine invincibility. Many of them had already brought themselves to climax, having the most amazing orgasms of their lives as they watched her destroying her male opponents with ease. Even so, not a man there had softened afterwards. Such was the effect of Angela's beauty and superiority that they all remained hard after their orgasm, still stroking away.
Feng was in ecstasy. He had cum no less than three times whilst watching Angela's performance, some of the most intense orgasms of his life. He was barely able to form rational thoughts, but a distant part of his mind exulted. This was what he had spent his life desiring. The fighting girls he had cultivated were remarkable, of course, but he now realised that they were mere pale shadows in comparison to a true Amazon such as the astonishing Angela Mao.
"Well," she announced finally, "I can see that there are no males here capable of offering a decent fight! If you invite me again, I expect to face odds of at least twenty to one - maybe that way I can get a bit of a workout!"
With that, she strutted off the fighting floor.