Joan has been wanting to fight Dottie. Dottie hadn’t been in a fight since high school but she finally agreed. Dottie, very tan, 60 y.o., 5’4”, 140 pounds, powerful legs, big but soft biceps, broad shouldered, 36D, soft belly, is dressed in a tank top and shorts, bare feet. Joan, very pale in contrast to Dottie – she hates the sun, 52 years old, 120 pounds, slim to the point of skinny, 5’6” 32B, hard wiry muscles, tight abs, long arms ending in long slim hands that looked like claws, wearing sports bra and tight shorts that cling snugly to her hard thighs, wrestling boots that come to just below her calves accenting the muscle in her calf, gloves that covers the knuckles for punching but allows the fingers free to apply wrestling holds.

The match will take place in my spare empty bedroom. Nothing but carpet on the floor.

Joan comes up with the rules. It will be strictly submission. They would box/wrestle/brawl until one woman gave up or tapped out. No eye gouging or individual finger bending, scratching or biting. I would like to add no face punching because I have seen Joan make a terrible mess of Lori’s face and she wouldn’t go in public for almost 2 weeks but I’ll let Joan call the shots here. Choking would be allowed. The only condition for a restart was a clean, no contact break. The woman who just won the fall could immediately apply the same hold if her opponent did not get away after the break. This would be a 30 minute match. It would not end until the 30 minutes expired. I would nominally be the referee but I was only to interfere if a hold was not broken after an apparent submission or if I thought a woman was in serious distress and could not submit. If one woman got ahead by 5 submissions during the time limit, I could not interfere at all.

I was not sure who would win, Dottie with her greater size and strength or Joan with her experience. I had seen Joan totally destroy Lori but Dottie was quick, fit and strong. Powerful legs. Joan was slow, deliberate and clumsy. As they prepared to battle, Dottie seemed worried by the confidence that Joan showed as she explained the rules.

The 2 women come to the center of the room, Joan goes into a crouch, legs flexed and reaches a left hand out toward Dottie, the other hand at her side. Dottie lunges at Joan and Joan, expecting this, drives her gloved right hand up under Dottie’s chin in a fantastic uppercut. Joan was always a devastating puncher. Her problem is she has to think about each punch. The 3 times she boxed Lori she left her bruised and bloody. This uppercut has Joan’s entire body in it as she explodes out of her crouch. Dottie’s head snaps backwards and she takes several steps back. Joan follows with her right fist still in the air. She brought that fist down like a hammer on Dottie’s tit. Dottie stood there stunned, one hand at her side, the other reaching up to her tit. Joan sets up carefully and again using her entire body, buries her fist in Dottie’s gut. Dottie gasps, doubles over and drops to her knees. Joan grabs Dottie’s hair and pulls Dottie’s head between her knees. She drops to her knees, eases them from Dottie’s head and uses her grip on Dottie’s hair to rub Dottie’s face in the rug. Joan then rolls to her side and pulls Dottie’s head between her knees clamping a scissors on Dottie’s neck. Joan’s slim wiry muscles immediately become apparent. I have always loved to watch Joan’s muscles. The contrast between Joan’s pale muscles and Dottie’s tan body was a special turn on. Joan did not have Dottie across the throat but the pressure on the sides of Dottie’s neck had her gasping for breath. I knew that Joan wanted to cut off the blood to Dottie’s brain. My guess was she wanted Dottie to feel the erotic effect of the lack of blood to the brain. Dottie grips Joan’s calf and tries to relieve the pressure, to no avail. Then she reaches for Joan’s boots and tries to pry them apart. I know that is hopeless. When Joan locks those boots even I couldn’t pry them apart. Dottie thrashes around and eventually her motion lessens. Then she begins caressing Joan’s hard calf that was just below her chin. Her fingers explore the cleft between Joan’s calf and her shin. Then she reaches her other hand to her own crotch. This brought a smile to Joan’s face – Dottie was getting turned on. She stops struggling and begins stroking her crotch. Then she opens her shorts and gets her hand down inside her thong, stroking vigorously. Joan bends her knees slightly, resets her boots and snaps her knees straight. Lord, I love to watch those wiry muscles. Joan’s legs tremble as she applies maximum pressure. Dottie is going limp and I tell Joan to let her go, she has won this fall. I expect Joan to make me force her to break the hold but after a few more seconds, she releases Dottie and stands up.

2nd fall

In the state Dottie is in now, Joan could have finished her with a series of scissors but apparently Joan wants to hurt her more. Dottie still lies on her side, her fingers on her snatch. Joan moves in front of her and kicks her in the belly, burying the toe of her boot in Dottie’s gut. Dottie curls into a fetal position but then Joan grabs Dottie’s hair in both hands and drags Dottie to her feet. I can tell Joan is turned on. She is bent on total destruction of Dottie. She drives Dottie backward, slamming her head into the wall, then, keeping her left hand in Dottie’s hair, she begins to work over Dottie’s eyes with her gloved, right fist. Joan begins pounding on Dottie’s eyes. I have seen Joan do this to Lori. She will work those eyes until they swell closed. Dottie first tries to remove Joan’s hand from her hair, then covers her eyes with an arm. Joan continues to work Dottie’s face, slamming punches into her cheeks and mouth. A trickle of blood comes from Dottie’s mouth. Then Dottie begins trying to punch Joan. Joan has very long arms and manages to keep Dottie far enough away that Dottie can only make grazing contact with her punches. Dottie does manage to land one good punch to Joan’s tit. Joan pauses, then steps into Dottie and drives her knee into Dottie’s crotch. Dottie’s hands drop and she begins sobbing “Please, no more, I give up.” Joan puts her hand under Dottie’s chin and drives her head back into the wall. Then steps back. She leaves Dottie leaning against the wall, one eye closed the other nearly so. I doubt whether Dottie can see much out of that one. Joan gives me a questioning look. I just nod toward Dottie. Joan has her clean break and can go back to work.

3rd fall

Joan continues to work Dottie over with her fists, dancing around punching Dottie’s face and body and thighs in combinations. 2, 3, 4 punches at a time. Dottie then pushes away from the wall and tries to go after Joan. Apparently she can still see some from the one partly open eye. Joan backs away from Dottie, circling away from the eye that is not yet closed. Now she is throwing one punch at a time. These punches are thrown with her entire body and each one stops Dottie in her tracks. Suddenly Joan’s movements become erratic. I know what is happening. She is so turned on pounding on Dottie she is going to have an orgasm. Then she delivers a fist to Dottie’s gut, bending her over. An elbow in the back sends Dottie to her knees. Joan grabs Dottie’s hair and twists it in order to flip Dottie onto her back. She pulls Dottie’s face between her thighs and figure 4’s her legs around Dottie’s head, Dottie’s face in her crotch.. She dives on Dottie’s body, puts her arm between Dottie’s thigh and hugs a thigh to her cheek. She begins to violently grind Dottie’s face with her crotch. Dottie’s fingers caress the hardness of Joan’s thighs and butt, even as she struggles to breathe. Joan’s movements become more erratic as she orgasms. “Yes, Yes” she cries out as her legs shoot out straight in a scissors, her hard white muscles glistening with sweat and trembling with the strain. Gradually her movements slow as her orgasm winds down. She finally rests on top of Dottie, stroking Dottie’s thigh. Dottie struggles to breathe between Joan’s relaxed thighs. After about 30 seconds Joan suddenly bursts into action, switching her hold and clamping Dottie’s neck between her thighs in a choking scissors. Then she taunts, “Feel my leg muscles, honey. You might have bigger legs but Magoo likes to watch my muscles. I want him to see them when I make you pass out.” Gradually Joan tightens up as Dottie gasps for breath. She clutches Joan’s hard calf and thigh but by now she knows she is unable to move them. Joan is up on one elbow, watching the agony on Dottie’s face. Joan’s favorite holds are ones where she can watch her opponents face. Then Joan goes to maximum pressure. An eerie squeal escapes from Dottie. She slaps at Joan’s thigh to indicate submission. Joan does not slack off. I expected this and immediately twisted Joan’s arm behind her and told her to break the hold. Only after I added some pressure to the hammerlock did she release Dottie. Joan has taken 3 falls and only 9 minutes have elapsed.

4th fall

Joan quickly gets to her feet. She looks at Dottie on the floor holding her neck and gasping for breath. Then she starts to undress, removing everything but her boots and gloves. She drops down on Dottie with her shin across Dottie’s throat. She rips open Dottie’s tank top, then rips off Dottie’s bra. Dottie’s big tits melt against her chest. Joan raises her fist above her head and hammers one of those tits. Before she can strike again, Dottie uses her strength to lift Joan’s shin from her neck. She throws Joan off and then tries to roll on top but finds herself between Joan’s thighs. Joan immediately locks a body scissors around her waist causing her to gasp for breath. Dottie may have the harder, bigger, shapelier calves but I love to see that split in Joan’s thigh as she applies the pressure. I catch myself moaning with pleasure as I watch those legs. Dottie is sitting up, struggling with the thigh and calf of the leg that is across her belly. Joan lays back, grimacing with the pressure she is applying and watching Dottie struggle to breathe. Then she relaxes, sits up and wraps both arms around Dottie’s neck, and lies back down, pulling Dottie’s head to her chest. She begins squirming her crotch against Dottie’s waist. She flexes a bicep under Dottie’s chin and uses it to tilt Dottie’s head up so she can watch her face. She again turns on the pressure, watching the agonized expression on Dottie’s face. Dottie is gasping for breath. Joan is taunting her. I can hear little of what she is saying but I did hear her say something about feeling how hard those leg muscles are. Joan adds a stretch to the hold, pulling up on Dottie’s head while she pulls in the other direction with her legs. An eerie strangled cry escapes from Dottie as her spine is stretched. She begins slapping at Joan’s thigh to submit. Joan breaks the scissors and figure 4s her legs around Dottie’s waist, squirming violently against Dottie’s side. I let Joan go until she finishes this second orgasm. I have seen Joan have multiple orgasms when fighting with Lori – even early on when Lori used to beat Joan.

5th fall

Joan stands up looking at Dottie on the floor. “Get her legs Joan”, I holler. Joan kneels at Dottie’s feet and lifts her legs and clamps Dottie’s ankles under her armpits. She stands and grabs Dottie’s muscular calves in her long hands and starts squeezing them. Dottie begins twisting from side to side and Joan smiles – I know what she is going to do next. On one especially violent twist, Joan just turns her body, steps across Dottie’s and applies a Boston crab. Still working Dottie’s calves, she slowly increases the pressure on Dottie’s back. Suddenly she really leans into it and Dottie screams “my back, my back, please don’t”. Joan continues with the hold. “Í don’t hear the magic words”, she says. “Oh God, I give up, please, no more”, Dottie responds. Joan: “Use my name”. Dottie screams, “I give up Joan, please, no more, I will do what you want.” Joan looks at me, “How much time?” I tell her, “A little over 14 minutes left. She is all yours now.” Though right now, I am so turned on I know I won’t stop Joan unless Dottie is in serious danger.

Joan is free to do as she pleases.

Joan releases the Boston crab. She is sitting on Dottie’s back looking down the back of Dottie’s sexy, muscular legs. Dottie just lies there, face down, sobbing. Joan jumps on Dottie’s legs lays a shin across Dottie’s thighs just above her knees clamps a claw on Dottie’s ankles and begins hammering her fist into Dottie’s calves, alternating. Joan delivers about six blows and Dottie tries to twist out. Joan screams “stop that, you belong to me now and you’ll submit to whatever I do. If you don’t, I’m going to go back to work on your face.” With a sob, Dottie lies still. Joan then delivers 5 hammer blows to each of Dottie’s upper thighs. Then she looks at me, “Hey Magoo, what do you think of your girls muscular legs now. You said they were lethal weapons.” Joan then tugs on Dottie’s shorts which, though open, are still on Dottie’s hips. Joan then stands up and uses Dottie’s hair to drag her to her knees. She moves behind Dottie, tilts her head back and wraps her arm around Dottie’s neck, tucking Dottie’s chin in behind her armpit. Joan bends back, forcing Dottie to stand and then get on her toes, exaggerating the muscles in Dottie’s calves. Joan begins to back up slowly forcing Dottie to walk awkwardly with her. It is a great muscle show of Dottie’s legs but Joan is really applying pressure with her arms and it she is also putting on a show of her own with her wiry arm muscles. Then she orders Dottie to take her shorts and thong off while she continues to slowly circle the room, dragging Dottie with her as Dottie struggles to remove her clothes. Finally Dottie manages to get the clothes around her ankles and kick them off. All this time Joan was watching Dottie’s tits that were flattened against her chest. Still holding Dottie’s neck with one arm, she uses her free hand to begin massaging Dottie’s tits. Joan comments on Dottie’s little nipples. Joan’s large nipples, on the other hand are erect. She is visibly turned on by this encounter. She then gets a grip on Dottie’s tit, releases the headlock and slams Dottie to the floor on her back. She jumps astride Dottie’s waist, slams 3 punches into Dottie’s tit, then dives on top of her, wrapping both arms around her neck and smothers Dottie with her little tits. Dottie begins struggling under Joan. This only turns on Joan more as she presses her crotch against Dottie’s squirming belly. Dottie plants her tortured legs and manages to roll over on top of Dottie. This does her no good as Joan keeps the smother on and figure 4’s her legs around Dottie’s waist and grinds her crotch into Dottie’s belly. She releases Dottie’s head and orders her to suck on her nipple. Gasping for breath, Dottie plants her mouth on one of Joan’s nipples and sucks hungrily. Her hand explores the firmness of Joan’s other little tit. “Yes’ yes”, cries Joan as she has yet another orgasm. Joan winds down more quickly this time and just relaxes with Dottie on top of her. Dottie continues licking and sucking Joan’s tit. Joan grabs Dottie’s hair and pushes her head back, looking into her battered face. She says to Dottie, “you’re enjoying that too much, hon. It’s time for the end of this”, and she rips a fist into Dottie’s face. She unlocks her legs and orders Dottie to roll off her. Dottie rolls off her and Joan climbs onto her and sits on her chest, pins her wrists, secures a schoolgirl pin and looks down with a smile at Dottie’s swollen face. With only one eye slightly open, Dottie looks up fearfully at Joan. “Please don’t punch my face anymore, Joan”, she begs. Joan’s smile broadens and she replies, “Magoo likes your big biceps. I think I’ll work on them a little”. With that she begins to slowly grind her knees into Dottie’s biceps. Dottie again begins sobbing but makes no attempt to throw Joan off. Joan, still keeping Dottie’s wrists pinned, settles her snatch over Dottie’s nose and mouth. Then she takes Dottie’s hands and places them on her own thighs. Dottie begins squeezing and caressing the hard, white, smoothness of Joan’s thighs. Joan is straining, I know what she is trying to do, it is very hard when one is turned on. Then a little pool of pee appears between Joan’s thighs and Dottie’s face. “Open your mouth, bitch.” Dottie can’t breathe – she begins struggling frantically. I holler out, “Ease off her Joan, no way she can open her mouth.” Joan, still keeping Dottie’s head clamped between her legs, raises up slightly. She strains out another stream into Dottie’s mouth. Dottie, coughing and gagging, finally manages to swallow. Then Joan releases a full stream. Dottie drinks quickly, all the time stroking Joan’s thighs. Finally empty, Joan settles down on Dottie’s face and begins rubbing her wet crotch up and down Dottie’s face. Then Joan stands, grabs Dottie by the hair and pulls her to her knees. “Lick that pee off my legs and snatch and butt”, she orders. Dottie begins to hungrily lick Joan’s calves, thighs and butt, the entire time caressing the hardness of Joan’s butt and legs. She grabs Joan by the hips and forces her tongue against Joan’s asshole, burying her face in Joan’s cheeks. Then Joan turns, grabs Dottie by the hair and smiles down into her beaten face. “You’re going to sleep now, honey. I’ll put you out of your misery. But as long as you enjoy my body so much, I’m going to help you have an orgasm. Do you want to do this again?” Dottie hesitates, then nods her head yes. “I thought you might. I get turned on beating you up, you and Magoo get to enjoy my muscles.” With that she forces Dottie’s head between her legs, clamps Dottie’s neck just below her knees, then drops down, rolls to her side, locks her boots and turns on the pressure. The tops of Joan’s calves are clamped on Dottie’s carotid. Joan’s body trembles as she applies pressure. Dottie’s hand squeezes and caresses Joan’s calf. Then Joan relaxes some, hugs Dottie’s thigh to her cheek and begins stroking Dottie’s clit. “You’ve got a nice hard one here, lady. I must really turn you on.” Dottie begins squirming. She grips Joan’s forearms and feels Joan’s muscles flexing. Joan increases the pressure on Dottie’s neck. Dottie is gasping as she orgasms. Joan’s legs tremble as she pours on the pressure. Joan now uses both hands to hug Dottie’s thigh to her cheek. She kisses Dottie’s thigh. Dottie’s actions slow and eventually she goes limp. “Let her go, Joan, she is out”, I holler. Joan releases Dottie and rolls away. She gets to her feet and looks down at Dottie. Then she comes to me, gives me a big kiss and says, “Make sure you get her to do this again. She grabs my erection. Next time I want to see this in her ass – then I will make her lick it clean. Go take care of her. Joan gathers her clothes and leaves.