MJ, that is Mary Jo Swanson, had never been this scared in her life. She was wearing a bikini that you could fit into a thimble and going through a muscle routine she and Joanna had thought up. Joanna had brought out the inner bodybuilder out of MJ by mentioning how great she thought her body and musculature was. And it had taken off from there. Muscle City was a gym in town and Joanna had seen a flyer about an amateur bodybuilding competition for women and Joanna had talked MJ into competing. MJ had dieted and worked out and had gotten to where she was very proud of her body. Now she was finishing up and finishing with a split she was still able to do from her gymnastics days. The crowd went crazy and damned it if MJ didn’t make the 5 women pose off. For those who know anything about pose-offs they are very physical affairs with the bodybuilders trying to make, themselves, look the best. One woman in particular took a dislike to MJ. Stacy Peters was a 20something blonde more chiseled than MJ and having much larger muscles. At one point MJ thought Stacy would run her over. As they left the stage Stacy whispered, get out of my way old folks home or I will run your pathetic body over. MJ did not win but it must have irked Stacy when MJ won best newcomer and was warmly greeted by all, except the 4th place winner Stacy. Joanna had to run some errands and was suppose to swing by and pick-up MJ. MJ stayed and talked shop and diets and training routines with some the girls while she waited. As the girls eventually went home MJ was in the locker room changing. Suddenly as MJ reached for something in her locker the door was slammed on her head, with her head was being squeezed by the door and her left arm was brought up behind her back. For a few minutes MJ was tortured in the position to the point that MJ began losing feeling in her arm. MJ was brought to her knees. Finally in a teary voice MJ pleaded for the person NOT to break it. MJ’s reply was, the arm brought even higher. MJ begged, and begged and begged. Finally MJ lost it and cried. Her head was released and the arm was brought straight up and twisted even more. MJ was barely on her knees as she felt the force of a person crashing down on her arm and shoulder. MJ was sure her arm or shoulder had been ratcheted from the socket. She heard a voice say, this is the body you’ll worship from now on. MJ’s head was pulled up as her wrist was STILL being twisted. MJ’s face was pushed into a familiar place and MJ began to lick and suck as her arm was finally released. As MJ licked and sucked and she tried to get blood to the shoulder and arm. The form shuddered and pushed MJ on her back. It was a nude Stacy Peters and she posed above MJ. You’re a fucking loser. Stacy bounced to her knees and face-sat MJ. MJ began again as Stacy ground her knee into the shoulder. Tears flowed again. You stop and I’ll wrench it over the bench and break it. You’re shit to me. Stacy shuddered again and stood. Stacy stood on MJ’s wrist and stomped the wounded arm three times. In the desolate gym MJ’s screams echoed. Stacy laughed at the older woman writhing in pain at her feet. Stacy brought MJ to her feet and pinned her standing to the lockers again ramming her left arm up her back. MJ again begged and promised sexual promises. To be honest you were better than I thought but I’m enjoying beating the piss out of you more. Stacy held the arm tight and then thrust her thumb up MJ’s tight ass. Stacy explored areas of MJ’s ass so far unexplored. Finally MJ opened her mouth and nothing came out. MJ’s sobbing became delirium such was the pain. Finally a trickle of blood appeared on Stacy’s arm. At this even Stacy was taken back and she let go of MJ but not before ramming her head against the lockers. She then took the thumb and thrust into MJ’s mouth. Suck this! Stacy was perversely happy when a near out of it MJ did just that. When Joanna finally got there MJ was moaning and when she first looked Joanna thought the arm/shoulder was broken or dislocated. A trip to the emergency room revealed nothing structural but bruising all over. MJ had explained what went on and Joanna took the bullet and said she’d done it to MJ “wrestling” around. The doctor suggested a little less horseplay.
MJ was given a sling and as she put it on she said to Joanna, I can’t wait to get this off so I can train again for the next competition. Joanna smiled at her diminutive friend. Weeks went by and the sling came off and MJ started for the next months show. She jogged and worked out at her gym and dieted. She felt while she would never be as muscled up as the other girls she still would give a good account of herself. While Joanna would normally jog with her, Joanna had to stay late for work. MJ jogged through the park and through the desolate area that was her cardio due to the sloping nature of the terrain. As she cleared the parking lot MJ started down the incline, an area surrounded by trees. She didn’t see the blur coming at her from the side. The blur hit her full speed and drove her down the 50 feet slope. MJ tumbled over and over winding up on her knees. The blur that was Stacy Peters jogged down and came up from behind MJ. MJ was hurt and woozy. Stacy came up from behind and slapped a full nelson on MJ. MJ’s arms flailed as Stacy cinched it in. Hear you’re going to compete again? No you’re not. Yessssaaggah. Stacy hurt MJ right away. Where MJ was taut with her musculature Stacy was muscles on top of muscles. Where MJ was 5’1 and 100-110 Stacy was 5’5 and 160. Where MJ could walk normally Stacy walked with that bowlegged walk from her thighs being larger. Stacy picked MJ up and shook like a rag doll. MJ thought her neck would break and her fingers were tingly. There was no fighting it. For her there was no fighting Stacy Peters. Peters was bigger and stronger and as far as MJ was concerned, meaner. Finally Stack released MJ. MJ was sobbing and trying to get blood back… when Stacy grabbed her again by the hair and brought her backwards over her shoulders in a backbreaker. Stacy hauled MJ around like a little kid. Are you going to compete? No, please I’ll forget about it. Please! Stacy began bouncing MJ and then just let her drop. Strip, bitch. MJ looked at Stacy. Strip and do me, or I WILL break your arm this time. MJ from her knees nodded her dissent and Stacy raced and grabbed her and dragged her to the nearest large tree. Stacy wrapped MJ’s right arm around it and began throwing punches to MJ’s biceps and forearm. MJ attempted to tear away but Stacy held her tight. Please ok I’ll strip and do you. Please you’re beautiful. Stacy grabbed MJ by the hair and threw her down. MJ stood and removed her shorts revealing a black thong and her blue sports bra. She removed the sports bra and then slid out of the thong. MJ began to sob as to her nakedness in front of her enemy. Come here. MJ cried harder. Take off my clothes. MJ removed Stacy’s bra and her shorts and finally her thong. Kiss and worship this wonderful and beautiful body. MJ drew all her reserves together and did what she told. She kissed Stacy’s biceps and abs. She licked her well-formed thighs and ass. She even moaned what a great body Stacy had. Now, put your arms behind your back. MJ moaned and now sobbed. Do it! Instinctively MJ knew this would be bad. She did it and Stacy approached her and in the next 15 minutes basically assaulted MJ sexually. While what she had with Joanna was beautiful and erotic what Stacy did to her was nothing like it. Think hard nude wrestling. Stacy got off pulverizing the smaller and older MJ. MJ had been assaulted and beaten up. Her body was bruised and she had cuts all over. Stand up. This is a reminder of what I can do. I don’t want to ever see you again. Stacy turned MJ around and grabbed a double-chicken wing and hoisted MJ up. MJ screamed as she was literally crucified 2 feet above the ground. Again her arms felt as though they would break. Stacy’s strength was monumental as she walked MJ over to a tree and banged her against it. And then Stacy dropped her and dressed. MJ lay in the grass beaten and bruised again. She sobbed knowing she could NEVER beat Stacy in a fight or wrestling match. But boxing? Joanna watched as a beaten MJ dragged herself in. Did she? Yeah again. Can you teach me to box? No but my brother could. They smiled.
Joanna’s brother Mike was an ex-middleweight who had won more than he lost and had gotten out while he could still compose a sentence. He was very good-looking and he and MJ got along famously. MJ took boxing lessons 4 times a week and progressed rapidly. She was athletic to begin with, with good hand eye coordination. Mike put her on a high carb diet along with a lifting regimen and pretty soon she could see results. MJ sparred against Joanna, without Mike. Both fought in bras and panties and Joanna DID NOT hold back and beat MJ unmercifully. Joanna used both her size and ability against MJ. Normally she wouldn’t use her size but Stacy would. Joanna caught the smaller fighter in a corner and pummeled her even though they had mouth guards and headgear. Joanna used her bulk to secure MJ in the corner and knocked the headgear off the smaller fighter’s head. MJ took such a beating her arms dropped and she was leaning on the ropes for support. Finally Joanna knocked MJ down and MJ didn’t get up. Joanna went over to MJ and MJ sprang up and hit a surprised Joanna under the chin flooring her. MJ was on her in a second and she straddled Joanna pinning her arms at her side. MJ was livid and pummeled the defenseless Joanna. After 5 punches MJ had knocked Joanna’s breasts out of her bra and she zeroed on them and Joanna’s face. Joanna was pleading with her lover to stop. Why, stop. You fucking beat the piss out of me, you fat cow. MJ stood and threw off the gloves. With her taped hands she hauled the topless Joanna to her feet and threw her into the corner. Joanna cowered as a berserk MJ stood before her poised to strike. Beg me to stop you fucking fat cow. Joanna went to her knees and nuzzled MJ’s crotch. You fuck!! MJ hit the defenseless Joanna in the face. Pleeeease, no more!!! MJ looked at her lover and walked away. You’re not a fat cow and I’m sorry but I couldn’t take any more beatings. I know, but I wanted to fight as Stacy might. Yeah you fucking kicked my ass, asshole. MJ walked out. Joanna ran after her and touched MJ’s shoulder. MJ decked her and stood over her. MJ’s veins were popping out and her face shaking. Fucking fight me right now. No gloves, no headgear, no rules. You got the guts? Yes I do but I mauled you before. Yeah maybe I’m better with no rules. So fight me, cunt. MJ’s body was still shaking. Joanna nodded. They climbed back and MJ removed her bra. Joanna did the same and removed her gloves. MJ I want you to know nothing personal but I’m going beat the piss out of you and then I’m going for more and then we’re done. Yeah right back at you, fatty. The two topless women climbed in and faced each other. Joanna, 5’7, about 170, pretty face but chunky pale body. MJ 5’1 maybe 110, very pretty and built in a petite way. Joanna looked uneasy but waded in and began peppering MJ’s face with jabs. That all you got, fatty? Joanna’s face reddened and she cornered MJ. MJ began to scream as Joanna pummeled her. Joanna went for the death shot, an overhand right and MJ flicked a right into Joanna crotch and then another and another. MJ grabbed a speechless Joanna by the neck and turned HER into the corner. You’re done, bitch. MJ pulled Joanna’s panties down and brought Joanna to her toes with a crotch shot. A whisper, no more. No more? No more when you beat the piss out of me before. NOW no more? MJ hit Joanna in the belly with an elbow. MJ drapped Joanna’s arms over the ropes for support and climbed above Joanna, so her crotch was in Joanna’s mouth. MJ hit Joanna in the face over and over again. MJ jumped off and Joanna stood and crashed face first. MJ picked Joanna’s face up and spit into her face. MJ lifted Joanna up and sat her on the middle rope and straddled her legs out. This totally exposed Joanna’s pussy. No, she squeaked. No what? No I’m not woman enough or no please you’re too good or no please I’m at your mercy. Stacy beat me up twice when YOU should have been there for me. Where the fuck, were you? Joanna nodded a no answer. MJ plunged her gloved fist into and in Joanna. If Joanna was speechless prior she was even more so now. Joanna was begging. MJ nodded and removed the tape and repeated the act and shoved the fist into Joanna’s pussy and Joanna’s eyes exploded. MJ went to the wrist and beyond. MJ removed the wrist and kissed Joanna. MJ stepped out of her thong and went to the middle and posed. Remember when this turned you on? A beat to shit Joanna still perched and still with her pussy staring out just nodded. MJ posed and her blood subsided. She walked over to Joanna and helped her down. I won’t even ask for forgiveness because I don’t deserve any. MJ kissed Joanna and helped out of the ring. Joanna turned, I’m sorry too. I wasn’t there. You beat the piss out of me and now I understand your pain. She did that and worse, twice. I should have been there for you. I’m not crazy about you losing yourself and beating me up as you did but I did beat you. You said Stacy never used her fists on you, just strength stuff. Maybe she can’t. If she can’t and you can hurt her AND stay away from her, maybe you have a shot. Maybe. They spent 2 hours healing and making up.
It would be 6 months till Stacy and MJ would decide upon a date. Finally a Saturday night was decided and they met in Joanna’s brother’s ring. Joanna came as a second and Stacy laughed at the fat second. Stacy stripped to the waist and was dressed in skin-tight black tights. She looked like she has been poured into them. She stretched and posed. Joanna and MJ noticed one other addition or rather two. Stacy had two huge breasts that she hadn’t had had during the previous other two fights. The breasts were the shape of big grapefruits and on Stacy’s 5’6 frame looked bigger. Being implants they did not bounce as she posed. MJ entered the ring in a robe. She dropped the robe and was nude underneath. MJ was muscled up but not overly and she danced around in her corner. Stacy made it clear to Joanna that WHEN she had defeated MJ Joanna had only 2 choices. Fight her or lick her. Whichever. Joanna asked if both women were ready. They were. FIGHT! Stacy came across the ring and MJ stepped back and delivered a straight right. Stacy’s head bounced. MJ danced away. You little fuck. And Stacy came again. And this time a combo shot, right and a left. Stacy stood and laughed. Aren’t you Little Miss Boxer. Doesn’t matter when you’re on your knees begging for mercy. Stacy took off and chased MJ and MJ threw punches and took off. Stacy caught her and grabbed her hair and yanked back. MJ came back and Stacy picked her off the ground upside down and backwards. Joanna was awed by Stacy’s power and strength and how effortlessly was hauled MJ’s 100 pounds up. Stacy brought MJ up and bear hugged her and carried her around and right in the middle dropped MJ. Joanna almost shit herself as MJ landed with a moan and a thud. Stacy didn’t bat an eye. She put her foot on MJ’s chest and posed over the body. Stacy laughed and bent over to grab MJ. In a scene that would have made the 3 Stooges proud Stacy bent over and MJ poked Stacy in both eyes. Stacy screamed and turned away grabbing her face. MJ turned over rubbing her neck. She stood and stretched and then went to work on Stacy. She beat the big woman with her fists all over the ring. MJ caught Stacy in a corner and beat Stacy’s new prizes. But beat her as she did she couldn’t get Stacy off her feet. MJ’s hands began to hurt. Stacy’s face was red and blotchy. MJ wade in and hit Stacy with an uppercut to the stomach and Stacy used the opportunity to grab MJ. MJ turned and moved Stacy back into the corner. Stacy was gasping but still had MJ around the neck and strengthened the hold. The hold turned into her arms locked in around MJ’s neck. MJ began to choke. MJ began pouring punches into Stacy. MJ ripped Stacy’s tights down and began throwing punches to Stacy’s crotch area. MJ knew she had hurt Stacy. Stacy was moaning with each punch. MJ punched a few times and connected on bone. Stacy moaned louder and in an inhuman feat of strength picked MJ up by the neck and threw her. MJ landed and crawled away. A very groggy and very pissed Stacy followed stalking MJ as she crawled. Stacy again grabbed MJ by the hair and delivered a glancing knee to MJ’s head. MJ fell against the lower rope. Stacy placed her foot directly over MJ’s throat and stepped hard. MJ’s arms were flailing. Stacy used the respite to clear her head. Joanna knew the fight was over. MJ would submit or be choked out. Stacy sat on the middle rope as her right foot choked MJ. Joanna tried to think fast. Joanna stripped. She stripped to the waist. Her medium size breasts unfurled. Fight me. Stacy looked down and laughed. You’re next, fatty. This wasn’t working. Joanna stripped off her jeans and panties. Right now, and she took swing at Stacy. Stacy laughed again and swiped at Joanna causing her left leg to slide over the rope. MJ could see and feel what Joanna was trying to do. Why did I beat that wonderful woman to a pulp? MJ was sick but that big-busted muscle bound bitch still had her foot on her throat. She punched Stacy’s foot at the ankle and grabbed both ankles and pulled. Joanna later told MJ the look of Stacy Peters when that middle rope bit into her crotch area was priceless. Joanna bra was sitting on ring apron next to MJ. She grabbed it and tied Stacy’s ankles together. MJ rolled away and out of the ring. This time she grabbed both ankles and dropped and pulled both down. Stacy screamed and screamed and cursed. MJ rolled back in with a scissor and from behind Stacy cut away at the tights, rendering Stacy nude. She also delivered a few well-placed shots to Stacy’s ribs and kidneys. Then she stood about 4 feet away from Stacy and began to bounce the middle rope. Stacy began to scream and this time, plead. I didn’t beat you that bad. I’m not that bad a person. Blah blah blah. MJ laughed and bounced harder. Stacy now begged. OK please stop. MJ stood and climbed out and grabbed the sash from her robe. She slid in again and pounded Stacy 3 shots in the kidneys. Stacy moaned and sobbed. Joanna honey why don’t you dress, babe and take off. Wear that push-up bra that looks like your chest is going to explode and I’ll make you feel really good. Joanna got a quizzical look and then nodded. MJ was going to take Stacy someplace MJ didn’t want Joanna to see. MJ climbed the ropes behind Stacy and grabbed a wrist and bound it and then the other. Joanna bouncing out smiled and waved. Where she going? Please don’t let her leave. Please. The door slammed behind Joanna. Stacy was now bound wrist and ankles. MJ leaned in and whispered, you’re fucking dead.
As soon as MJ said it Stacy began sobbing uncontrollably. And before you begin promising everything under the sun sexually know that I have a fine woman waiting for me at home. Stacy sobbed louder. MJ grabbed Stacy by the hair, pulled back and delivered punch after punch to the ribs and kidneys. She reached around Stacy and mauled her new set. Stacy was crying so loud MJ actually laughed. You pussy. Stacy grabbed Stacy by the hair and secured her head in a reverse headlock and mauled the set using both hands. MJ scratched, pinched, bit, punched, and slapped Stacy’s huge breasts. Stacy stopped crying and now just sobbed. MJ climbed down and untied Stacy’s ankles. She grabbed Stacy by the elbow and pulled her down. Stacy crashed to the mat and bounced. MJ pulled off the remnant of Stacy’s tights. MJ smiled and spread Stacy’s legs and drove a knee to Stacy’s unprotected pussy. Stacy opened her mouth but nothing… MJ stayed there and ground the knee in. She planted her knee in Stacy’s pussy and grabbed Stacy by the hair and pulled up. Stacy muscular body convulsed from the torture. MJ then began to pummel Stacy’s face. Stacy was sobbing and moaning. MJ stood and pranced around and posed. Love my body? Stacy shook her head. Good crawl over here and eat me. MJ placed herself on the middle rope with her legs spread wide. She was amazed at how open she was. It had been awhile since she had shaved for the show and now she had a respectable amount of pussy hair. Stacy crawled over with her juggs now hanging low. Stacy placed her tongue on MJ’s leg and made a move for her pussy. Stacy’s arms were still bound. MJ smiled and punched Stacy in the mouth, causing blood to appear. Go ahead and eat me. Stacy went again and this time MJ broke her nose. Come on, eat it. This time MJ saw hatred in Stacy’s bloated and bloody face. Come on, eat it. Stacy shook her head and MJ put her on her back with a right. You motherfucker. I think you broke my fucking nose. Really? MJ stood over Stacy and pounded her face until Stacy begged for mercy. The mat under Stacy was stained red. I’m sorry… Stacy gagged as she spoke. MJ hauled Stacy up and threw her in the corner. Come on I’ll untie you. Stacy stepped forward and turned and MJ hit her a shot that lifted her off her toes. You fucking beat me without mercy. Now you’re crying and begging but I’m suppose to show you compassion. Fuck you. And MJ hit her again. MJ took Stacy by the chin, pushing back and nailed her right in the stomach. Stacy whispered, you’re beating me with me hands my hands tied. Really? And MJ hit her again. This time Stacy went down. MJ went to work on her face again. Blood spurted everywhere. Hands tied? You fucking weigh 60 pounds more than I and are unbelievably stronger. You fuck. With every letter and word MJ beat Stacy to where her hands hurt and she finally quit. Stacy slid back on her ass. MJ could barely make out Stacy’s features. MJ hovered over Stacy and a hand came up and dropped. Stacy’s 2 eyes were closed and her mouth and nose were bleeding. Like it, you fuck. Stacy barely responded. You’re fucking done. MJ was shaking. She grabbed what use to be a proud female bodybuilder and pulled her face into her pussy. Now fucking eat me. This was the part of the show MJ didn’t want to show Joanna. Stacy did what she was told and blood oozed down MJ’s leg.