Eve was alone in her Dojo. The 29 year old woman was wearing her usual black thong and nothing more. She sat in the centre of the room, cross legged, in the classic lotus position. Had there been anyone to see it, Eve’s position fully exhibited the flawlessness of her copper-tanned body. Her long legs were folded beneath her, their flexibility clearly apparent by the absence of any strain in Eve’s face whatsoever. From the waist up, her body was vertical, her back straight in an exquisite display of faultless posture. Her stomach was utterly smooth. Devoid of excess fat or blemishes, it’s perfection would have put a shop mannequin to shame. Eve’s eyes were closed, deep in meditation and her only movement was the steady rise and fall of her ample chest in time with her composed, serene breathing. Her beautiful face was calm and at peace, framed by her black shoulder length hair. She was waiting.

Although no formal challenge had been issued and no contact had been made by Julie’s Dojo, Eve knew she was coming. She could feel it, sense it. The air was electric, the walls of the Dojo itself seemed almost to be anticipating the combat that was to follow. Eve opened her eyes suddenly, their bright blue pigment more intense than ever. She was here.

The door of the Dojo swung open and Julie entered. She wore only a white silk kimono that could have been painted onto her voluptuous body. As she entered the Dojo and walked towards Eve, the light made patterns as it reflected on the silk. It was as though a spotlight was being beamed down onto Julie as she made her entrance. She came to a halt in front of Eve and allowed the Kimono to slip delicately to the floor, revealing her soft, white skin beneath. Like Eve, Julie wore a black thong and nothing more. Her body was less defined than Eve’s, but was no less beautiful as a result. Julie’s chest eclipsed Eve’s in terms of both size and support, being larger and firmer. At only 21 years of age, Julie’s body had retained some of it’s teenage puppy-fat. She was by no means overweight, but she did not have the sleek lines of a super-model. Although still athletic, her body was natural, like the majority of the world’s women.

Eve stood up in one graceful movement and looked down on her slightly shorter opponent. No words were spoken between the two, their friendship a long forgotten affection that had been excised over the past few months. Julie took a moment to tie her blond locks behind her head. Eve did the same with her own dark hair. As their inevitable conflict approached, Eve allowed Julie a moment of pity. As student and pupil they had sparred many times. Julie had never won. In fact she had never came close to victory. In respect of their defunct friendship, Eve vowed to finish Julie as painlessly as possible. They bowed slightly and combat began.

Eve’s vow to finish the fight as painlessly was broken immediately. But not by Eve. Julie moved with a speed Eve had never seen before. As it was, she barely even saw it now. Julie’s leg moved swiftly and her foot impacted into Eve’s face with a resounding smack. Eve was knocked back, both in shock and pain. Such was her surprise, she failed to block another blow from Julie who punched her hard in the stomach. The blow caught Eve totally off guard and left her winded and bent double. From her prone position, she saw Julie’s knee approach her face rapidly and could do nothing to stop it’s merciless collision, cracking into her nose and knocking her head upwards.

Dazed and exposed, Eve was powerless to avoid a crunching roundhouse kick to the face. She felt Julie’s foot distorting her features, seeming to almost linger as the bare sole moved across her face. This was followed by a powerful kick to the stomach that again bent Eve double and an elbow to the back that knocked her to the mat.

If Eve hoped that Julie would now back away she was mistaken. Julie dragged her to her feet by the hair and moved quickly behind Eve’s unsteady figure. In an instant Julie had wrapped her arms around Eve’s waist and pulled tightly, squeezing the breath from her with a powerful bear-hug. Eve groaned as Julie’s arms dug into her stomach making it almost impossible to breathe. She could feel the blond girl’s abundant bosom pressing against her back, Julie’s nipples firm with excitement. Julie pulled again, lifting Eve from the mat. As she so she raised her knee and brought Eve down onto it hard, directly between her legs. Eve grunted in pain as the impact of the blow rocked her entire body. Julie repeated the move again, slamming Eve’s weakening form down onto her raised knee. Eve cried out as Julie’s knee thudded into her groin, a wave of nausea beginning to come over her. She felt Julie’s arms bracing, once more preparing to lift her from the mat. This time, Eve didn’t let her.

Eve snapped her head back quickly. It cracked into Julie’s face with a satisfying impact. Julie immediately released her grip on Eve and put her hands to her injured face. Still with her back on Julie, Eve took full advantage of the situation and sank an elbow into Julie’s exposed gut. Julie gasped as air expelled from her lungs with the force of the strike.

As Julie stood gasping for air, Eve turned to face her. Any sympathy Eve may have had for her ex-student was now extinct. Eve did not want only to win. She wanted to hurt Julie, to remind her of her place in this Dojo. Eve grasped the back of Julie’s head and brought her own forehead crashing into the bridge of Julie’s nose. Julie buckled under the blow but to Eve’s satisfaction, did not fall. Retaining the grip on the back of Julie’s head, Eve pulled Julie’s body towards her own until they were pressed against one another. Their breasts squeezed together and their bodies touched like lover’s embrace.

Maintaining their close proximity, Eve raised her knee sharply and buried it into Julie’s groin, causing the blond girl to cry out in anguish. Eve welcomed the sound as though it were a classical symphony and demanded an encore with another merciless knee fired between Julie’s legs. As her knee thudded into the blond girl’s groin, she felt her opponent’s entire body shudder in her arms. The sensation only encouraged Eve to continue her assault. Moving her hands from the back of Julie’s head, Eve wrapped them tightly around her opponent’s waist. She pulled their bodies closer together, enjoying the feel of Julie’s body against her own. Julie gasped as Eve tightened the bear-hug, depriving the fair haired girl of breath. As Julie struggled to take in air, Eve again kneed the young fighter in the groin. This time the cries came not only from Julie but also from Eve, and they were of pleasure, not pain. Again and again Eve sank her knee into Julie’s pussy, each strike bringing Eve closer to the elation of victory.

Satiated, albeit temporarily, Eve allowed Julie’s body to flop to the mat where she lay moaning quietly to herself. Julie had feared this would happen and her fears were fast becoming reality. She was on the wrong end of a clinical, expertly administered beating and there was little she could do about it. She had thought she was ready to face her old teacher, to best her in combat and earn her respect the only way fighters really could. Instead she had alienated her old friend and would soon have nothing to show for it but a battered and bruised body. Julie realised it was time to concede, and told Eve just that.

Eve’s reply was simple. She dragged Julie to her feet, Julie grateful for what at first seemed like friendly support to help her stand. It wasn’t. As soon as Julie was once more on her feet, Eve punched her in the gut with all her strength. Julie grunted as she blow connected and bent forward. As she did so, Eve kicked her full in the face with the front of her left foot. The blow both jarred and stung at the same time, splitting Julie’s lip in the process. Eve was unrepentant as she began to unleash punches and kicks to Julie’s breasts, as though jealous of their greater size. Her fist sunk into the white flesh of Julie’s left breast bringing a screech of pain from the younger woman. Julie’s right breast was targeted next as Eve kicked her hard, her heel digging deep into Julie’s bosom as the blow connected. Julie cried out again, her eyes moist with tears. A final roundhouse kick by Eve to Julie’s jaw was enough to put the blond on the mat once more.

Eve walked over to Julie’s stricken form and rolled her onto her stomach. Then, slowly, Eve picked up Julie’s left leg and stepped over it with her own right leg, placing her foot alongside Julie’s left thigh. Julie’s shin was against the bottom of Eve’s thigh, whilst the backs of their knees were touching. Their legs completely entwined, Eve knelt down. As she did so her thigh forced Julie’s lower leg down across Eve’s calf, placing excess pressure on the trapped limb. Julie’s foot nestled in Eve’s crotch and Eve took in her hands and forced it even further downwards, wrenching the joint whilst Julie’s leg was still being bent painfully over Eve’s calf. The leg lock was immovable. Julie screamed as her leg was bent over Eve’s leg onto itself, muscles tearing as Eve knelt even lower.

Eve released Julie’s foot. It could go nowhere except again rest against Eve’s crotch, which suited her just fine. She took a moment to enjoy the sensation of it there for a while before returning to the task at hand. Eve leant forwards, increasing pressure on the agonising leg lock as she did so. Placing her hands beneath Julie’s chin, Eve then jerked back hard on her captive opponent’s head, pulling it backwards and stretching her neck excruciatingly. Julie wanted to pull Eve’s hands from her chin but her arms were supporting her on the mat. If she lifted them, she would have to take the full force of the hold in her neck. As it was, the hold was already more than she could bear. Instead she could only plead with Eve to release the hold, screaming her submission.

Her cries fell on deaf ears. Eve was enjoying herself far too much to acknowledge the words that Julie spoke. She only heard the sounds of her constricted opponent in agony. Julie was at her complete control. She pulled back further on Julie’s chin, increasing the volume of her howling for mercy. As she did so, the leg lock tightened still further, Eve’s sex pressing harder against Julie’s foot, forcing it down and painfully bending Julie’s leg and ankle over Eve’s own calf. Sensing her approaching triumph, Eve began to move gently up and down. Although her movement was only slight, it’s effects were enormous on both her and Julie. For Julie, Eve’s gyrating amplified the pain in both the leg lock and neck stretch. She was begging for her freedom now, promising Eve anything if she would only stop the pain. Unfortunately for Julie, the effects of Eve’s movement on herself were equally emotive, only in a considerably more pleasurable way. The combination of Julie’s trapped foot rubbing against her dampening pussy, coupled with the knowledge that her every move was hurting Julie even more was too much for Eve to contain. She exploded with ecstasy, her screams of joy joined with Julie’s moans of anguish. Their voices formed a chorus, united for a brief time at opposing ends of pleasure and pain.

And then silence. Eve’s appetite for victory finally satisfied, she let Julie’s head fall to the mat and stepped from her vanquished opponent, releasing the leg lock as she did so. Julie did not move as Eve let her leg drop lifelessly to the mat. Eve looked at Julie a final time, then turned and headed towards the Dojo exit. Her thong was wet and she dripped sweat from every part of her body. She reached up and let her hair down, shaking her head as she did so to let it fall naturally. Eve was about to open the Dojo door when she heard a voice.

"Going somewhere?" asked Julie.

Eve turned, incredulous. Julie was standing at the centre of the mat, bruised, bloodied, but standing no less resolutely than when she had first entered the Dojo. She glared at Eve, a final unspoken challenge. Eve accepted and approached Julie rapidly, vowing to finish the job properly this time. Without breaking stride, Eve kicked Julie hard in gut as soon as she was within range. The blow caught the already weakened Julie seemingly off guard and doubled her over as had happened many times before. Only this time, Julie wasn’t as off guard as Eve had thought. Although the kick hit Julie hard in the stomach, she was still able to grab Eve’s outstretched leg before it returned to the mat.

Holding Eve’s leg against her side, Julie aimed a powerful kick at the top of Eve’s right arm, just below her shoulder. Although Eve felt little pain as the blow connected, her arm was instantly rendered useless. Eve was still trying to move her right arm when Julie fired an identical kick into her left arm. The outcome was immediate, and just as effective as before. Eve’s arms now hung uselessly by her sides, Eve unable to even lift them, much less offer any kind of resistance to Julie’s subsequent attack.

Still holding Eve’s leg by her side, Julie unleashed a merciless kick between Eve’s spread-eagled legs. It hit Eve squarely in her pussy, a place that had recently been the recipient of nothing but pleasure. Eve screamed, in both anger and pain. Julie responded in kind and kicked her again.

"What’s the matter?" she enquired "You liked having my foot there a minute ago. Don’t you like it now?"

Julie kicked her repeatedly, the top of her foot thudding into Eve’s tender groin again and again. Eve winced but could do little to stop the attack. Her recent gratification was fast becoming a distant memory. Julie however was just beginning to feel such a sensation. She changed tactics suddenly, kicking Eve in the belly. Eve let out an "ooofff" as the blow connected, much to Julie’s delight. She kicked Eve again, this time in the chest. Julie smiled as she felt the soft flesh of Eve’s breasts give under the sole of her foot. The impression was not unlike jumping in wet sand. Julie’s next move was aimed at the same place, only this time it was less of a kick and more a light caress.