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.
This story was written as a paid commission; very little of the plot characters, and tone are down to me. Only the words! The buyer gracefully granted permission for publication, and for this I thank him greatly.
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Feng stared out from the huge windows of his office, gazing once more over the skyline of the city. Normally it was one of his favourite things to do, largely because it afforded an excellent view of may of his own buildings. The view was a testament to his own ego, and he adored it.
Now, however, he barely even noticed the skyline. His thoughts instead dwelled, as they had for the last week, on the astonishing vision of feminine beauty and power that was Angela Mao.
Feng was a man who loved to watch women fight and defeat men. He knew this about himself - it was one of his greatest fantasies, and one he had spent a great deal of money to cultivate. He had sought out the best, toughest female fighters in the country and arranged for them to undergo the best training money could buy. The resulting fights had provided masturbatory fuel for him for years, both in the form of the videos his production company had made, and in the secret and highly exclusive dojo which provided live-action female-on-male fights for Feng and a few select men with similar taste.
He had always told himself that his interest was in the fight. Watching women exercise skill and strength and match them against men in a fair fight. But watching Angela Mao obliterate man after man with casual ease... what she had done was not a fight. It wasn't even a demonstration of power. Her superiority over her male opponents was so vast that she had simply destroyed them. It had been like watching Godzilla engage in a fight with a bunch of toddlers.
And Feng couldn't stop thinking about it. Every night since that night, he had dreamed of Angela Mao. Her muscles, her strength, her overwhelming power. That was the word - overwhelming. In his dreams she overpowered him, her muscles defeating him and leaving him utterly at her mercy. And she had none.
He woke up each morning in a pool of his own cum. And rock hard, ready for a morning masturbation session. Often he'd jerk himself off two or three times in the morning. And often as not, he would find himself doing so multiple times during the day. He spent hour after hour closeted away in his office, the door locked as he pleasured himself again and again.
He tried to watch his fight videos, which had always been a source of masturbatory pleasure for him, but they felt silly, even boring. He couldn't deny that they still appealed to his desires, but he also couldn't deny that the female fighters now seemed like weak, feeble things. In his mind's eye he saw Angela's thick muscular arms and legs lashing out, smashing through solid concrete as most people might have punched through paper.
His work was suffering, though honestly the building had a thousand executives and lawyers who could do their work perfectly well without his oversight. The business as a whole might not have that go-for-the-throat killer instinct, that sharp edge which had made Feng one of the richest men in China, but it would tick along just fine even if he did no work at all. Which was lucky indeed, since right now he just couldn't focus on anything other than thoughts of Angela Mao and the display she had put on.
He had found himself desperately wanting to know more about her. The dojo manager had been little help, he found. She had not been recruited by the dojo's agents, as female fighters were occasionally. Rather, she had simply turned up at the gate that day, asking - demanding - a fight. The manager had been sceptical at first, but quickly changed his mind when she demonstrated a few martial arts moves to him. After the demolition of the dojo's fighting force, she had departed as mysteriously as she had arrived.
He had hired some private detectives to research her. Surprisingly, she had been relatively easy to track down. They had been unable to turn up any details of where she had vanished to when she disappeared a few years ago, but she had apparently resurfaced a couple of months ago when she purchased a modest dwelling on the outskirts of the city. She had made no effort to hide the purchase. Feng had been surprised that no journalists had spotted the story, but really, her mysterious disappearance years before had been a short lived story. After a few months it had slipped out of the news. After a few years, she was largely forgotten.
After careful thought, he had decided to invite her back to his secret dojo during the coming weekend. He desperately needed to see her displaying her skills again. And then, he thought, he would be in a position to make her an offer...
So it came to be that, a week later, Feng found himself in the company of the stunningly beautiful Angela Mao. If anything, the close up reality of her was even more impressive than his memory. She wore the same outfit she had for her fighting last week - a white jacket, clearly tailored to fit her stunning physique perfectly, outlining the curves of her muscles, and which gaped open at the front, displaying a perfect six-pack abdomen of ridged muscle and an astonishing amount of cleavage. Other than that, all she had on was a pair of stockings and a pair of high heeled shoes. Her naked sex was openly on display to any who cared to look in her direction.
It was not, as it would have been on many women, an objectification of her. Feng knew somehow that Angela Mao did not display herself so lewdly because she sought to win approval from attracting the male gaze. She did not concern herself with approval from males. Rather the display was a statement of her own power. It said to the beholder, 'look here... see this body, that so effortlessly destroys the male of the species. And see how the power stems from a feminine source. Remember how superior this perfect feminine form is to your own bumbling masculine weakness!'
He was astonishingly, painfully hard from the second he walked into the room with her. Judging by the knowing smirk on her face as she glanced at his pants, she was fully aware of the effect she had and thoroughly enjoyed it!
"I am Jiang Feng, the owner of this dojo," he said by way of introduction. " I wanted to invite you here to tell you that I greatly enjoyed your performance here last week,"
"It showed," she remarked with a grin. "I could tell by the way you sat there stroking your cock! You must have cum three times whilst you watched me destroy that pathetic bunch of male vermin you call fighters. And I can see how badly you want a repeat performance," she grinned as she looked pointedly at his crotch.
Feng blushed, humiliated by her words. And yet, his cock throbbed even harder, as if driven on by the humiliation and the total self confidence that Mao displayed. "Yes," he said lamely, thrown off balance by her directness and his own excited reaction to it. "May I ask you... how is it that you are able to do the amazing things you do? I have never seen such skill, such quickness, such sheer strength! What is your secret?"
She laughed, and even that was perfect - soft and sexy, but with an underlying strength. "Do you think I have some mysterious secret, Feng?" She asked mockingly. "Did I perhaps discover some serum which gave me super powers? Perhaps I found myself exposed to gamma radiation, which allows me to turn into this titaness you see before you? Or perhaps you believe I am the last survivor of some doomed alien world, who gains super strength from exposure to Earth's yellow sun?"
She laughed as Feng stared at her in amazement. Surely it couldn't be anything like that!
"No," she said scornfully, "nothing like any of that. The fact is, Feng, that I am a perfectly normal human woman. I have just learned the secret - that the female is the more perfect, more powerful of the sexes - if only they will let themselves be! I grew tired of fake fights in which I could never hit anybody, and nobody could hit me. It bored me. And then one day, I was filming a scene in which I was to punch the villain in the face and break his nose. I actually punched him! I really did break his nose, and it was glorious! The feel of it shattering beneath my fist, the sound of the crunch as it broke. I had an orgasm in that moment that left me shivering with lust. I told everybody that it was a mistake, that I had intended to stop just short of his nose. The camera angle would have made it look like a real punch, but it would be just another fake. Only I goofed, and hit him for real.
"That was a lie. The truth is that I tired of faking it, and I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hurt him, I did hurt him, and I enjoyed it. I never regretted it for one single moment! I knew in that instant that I could no longer work in martial arts movies. It isn't as if I could have just kept on making 'mistakes' over and over to achieve the thrill of striking a male!
"So I left the film industry and dropped out of view. I had plenty of money, I could afford to lose myself. China is a gigantic country, there were plenty of places for me to go and hide. I spent every day from then to now training relentlessly. I worked in the gym each day for hour after hour, exercising until the pain in my muscles was agony - and then exercising some more. When I was not in the gym, I was studying and practicing martial arts. Training was literally all I did, it was my entire life, for year after year.
"I discovered that the more I pushed myself, the stronger and more capable I became. It was as if the limits I had previously believed in were myths - that the only thing that ever held me back was my perception of my own limitations. When I disregarded those doubts and worked myself as fully and completely as I could, my body responded by bringing out my true strength and skill."
She flexed again, a double bicep pose, and Feng actually exploded in his pants as her muscles swelled tremendously. He blushed in humiliation as his own cum flooded his underwear. She laughed lightly as his body shuddered in lust, clearly amused by the effect she had on him. "That is my story, Feng. No magic, no super-science. Just a woman who has fulfilled her potential... and who understands that the purpose of her existence is now to humiliate and destroy the inferior male, and who has devoted herself to that purpose!"
"I have a proposition for you..." Feng said softly.
"Let me guess," she interrupted. "You want to get your hands on my body? Perhaps you wish to offer me some huge sum of money to sleep with you?" Her voice was loaded with scorn.
"No, Ma'am," he said, and barely even noticed the appellation he had bestowed on her. "I think I have something that might be rather more to your fancy!"
"Go on," she said cautiously.
He outlined the nature of the small film studio he secretly owned, and the nature of the videos it produced. She listened intently and with evident interest as he described the films of female-on-male fighting he produced there.
"So my proposal is that you come and work for me," he said. "In each video we will feature you battling men and defeating them."
"Staged fighting?" She said, a frown on her lovely features. "I have done such work before. It did not appeal to me, pretending to hit men. I like the real thing!" She flexed an arm as she spoke, causing her bicep to again swell prodigiously.
"Not staged," Feng said hurriedly. "We produce only real fights."
The frown disappeared, replaced by a slow smile. "Let us be clear," she said. "Your offer is that you will provide a film studio and crew, along with a male fighter. Or several at a time. And I will fight these men... for real?"
"Absolutely one hundred percent real," Feng promised. "Our fighters do not hold back or perform staged moves in a theatrical style. We have full contact matches, with no choreography. And I will pay well. Superbly. I will pay you a million US dollars per movie!" The words came out of his mouth without any thought from his brain. He could hardly believe he had said it. A million dollars! It was an insane amount of money to offer for such a film, which would surely only ever make a few thousand. And yet, he did not regret it. If it took a million dollars so that he could possess a film of the divine Angela Mao showing her superiority, he would pay it gladly.
"I have one condition," she said. The amount did not seem to impress her at all. She simply accepted it as her due.
"Name it!" He would have done anything, literally anything for this woman. The idea of having her in his films was tremendously exciting to him. He didn't even quite understand why - the film studio turned a profit, but only just. Frankly, even if the films became a smash hit they were never going to make a significant amount of money for Feng. Still, something about the prospect of seeing Angela overwhelm and destroy men called out to his soul.
"My condition is that there must be no limits on what happens on screen," she said. "I want the freedom to do anything with my opponents... anything at all. With no interference from the director or the film crew whatsoever. You will give them strict instructions that they are there to film the scenes, and to attend to whatever technical matters are involved - sound, lighting and so forth. But once the camera is rolling and the scene begins, I will be the one in charge, and no matter what takes place they will not interfere or assist my victim in any way. And once I am done with them, any... problems... that might result from the filming are yours to deal with. I do not with to concern myself with clearing up the mess afterwards. Is that clear, Feng?"
"Yes Ma'am," Feng said instantly. The words gave him a deep, visceral thrill.
"Then I agree," she said. "When can we begin?"
Beginning was, he would later find, a little more difficult than expected. Word of what had taken place at his dojo had rapidly spread through the ranks of male fighters. When it was followed by the news that the same woman had been hired for his studio... the men just refused to fight, no matter how much money they were offered. They were simply too afraid of Angela to face her, though they would never admit that this was the reason, even to themselves.
Feng had finally resorted to looking outside his own circle. His fighters were extremely discrete; they may gossip amongst themselves, knowing that Feng would regard this as natural and normal. But they would never think to gossip to outsiders about anything that took place in his film studio or his dojo. The last man who had, had met with a sudden and decidedly fatal accident shortly afterwards.
So whilst his own fighters refused to go up against Angela, there were others who knew nothing of her abilities. His agents sought out some of the best fighters in the country, offering them lavish sums for their services. The men were told only that they were being hired to film a fight movie, that the filming was to be done in secret with a very high degree of confidentiality, that it would not be an acting job but rather a real fight, full contact and nothing held back - and that their opponent would be a woman.
In many cases, that last point was the one that clinched the deal. A man might fear engaging in a real martial arts battle with another man, for who could guarantee that he would be the victor? Even the most egotistical of martial arts fighters must surely admit that he could not guarantee that he was the greatest fighter in all the world, after all. But a woman? That same ego could not believe that any woman could offer them even a good fight, let alone have any prospect of winning.
And so these men made the greatest mistake of their lives.