Missy looked upon the old days thoughtfully. She had had a helluva ride. She knew pound for pound she WAS one of the, or THE toughest fighters in her neck of the woods.
She had started out as a chubby 155 pounder and through hard work had muscled up to a hardened 145 pounds. She wasn’t proud of everything she did looking back. But she had given as good as she got, probably more.
Then the old gang had split up and went their ways. She had a few “private” fights after that. That nude fight with Sissy Antoine was spoken about for years to come and then like everything else forgotten about. She then had a string of relationships, male and female. Hey a girl loves sex. But after 6 years she had chosen Rich. He wasn’t much but he was hers. He was 6 foot and about 185. He used to run cross-country. They got married when she was 26 and were very happy for the first 2 years of marriage. But then the gym happened. A beefsteak, a Chinese auction and a win of a year membership in the local gym. Rich was ecstatic, thinking he would use the running machines like the old days. But then the guy there got him lifting and then the 185 became 220 of muscle. At first Missy loved the “new” Rich and then she realized others also liked it. Like Tricia Knox.
Tricia Knox was a woman Missy would have beaten up for fun, in the old days and enjoyed it. Bleach blonde and stacked, all of it NOT God given. But she was pretty big., 5’8 and maybe 180. Obviously bit on the thick side and a flirt beyond compare.
And she, too was a member at the same gym as Rich and had taken an interest in the “new” Rich and had gone after him without a thought. Missy believed Rich tried to ward Tricia off but like a killer shark Tricia wouldn’t take no for an answer. And finally had cornered Rich in his car and in an attempt not to be seen in the parking lot with Tricia Rich had driven somewhere quiet. BIG MISTAKE. Tricia was undressed in a matter of minutes and poor Rich could only blubber to Missy what had happened. Missy could only wish that he had left some of the details out but like the good muscular puppy dog he was, he included EVERYTHING including parts that made Missy believe that Rich liked it and Tricia was actually better at some things than Missy herself. This last part made Missy all the more furious. Hey again in the old days she took what she liked. She could comprehend that state of mind. But having another woman having sexual control over HER husband was unfathomable. And she decided to teach the bitch a lesson. Missy had the old mindset going. What were the words to live by? Whoever was prepared to endure the most and inflict the most pain would win. Yeah at 19 and in perfect shape Missy realized. Missy realized she hadn’t taken as much as a walk in the past 5 years. 145 was left in the dust replaced by 155, 165, 175, and in the 2nd year of marriage Missy weighed in at a svelte 182. But no matter Missy felt Tricia probably had never been in a real fight before and while she was not at optimum size she remembered what a fight was all about. She thought.
No one had ever face-sat Missy in a fight. And THAT was after being smothered out AND revived. But here was Tricia lowering her very black and very bushy patch on HER face. Tricia was controlling her wrists and there was absolutely nothing Missy could do about it. She had tried but had gotten winded about 3 minutes into the fight and she could only marvel at Tricia’s musculature. Missy had arrived at Tricia’s very modest but very nice mid-scale home and introduced herself as Missy Ettinger-Salinger(she always loved the way it sounded) “Oh you’re Rich’s wife. Yeah OK I fucked him and sucked him off like he’d NEVER been before in his life. Fatty. Ooooooh you’re here to defend his, yours, whoever’s honor. Ok try it and I’ll make you wish you’d never made the trip.” With that Missy blinked and Tricia hit her right in the face. Tricia grabbed her by the hair, pulled her in the house and threw her over the couch. Missy landed with a thump and Tricia was on her in a flash. She pulled Missy up pulling Missy’s top off revealing that she wore no bra. Hey even at 180 she still had pert, ok small boobs. Tricia hit her with 2 shots below her pants line. Missy retched. Even though the fight was only minutes old Missy KNEW she was in for an ass kicking. She wasn’t Missy the ass kicker anymore. She was old, fat and terribly out of shape. Missy wondered what in the world made her think she could still compete with this Amazon. Time would prove her right.
Tricia again pulled her up by the hair and pulled down her sweat pants, revealing Missy’s white granny panties. But Missy was beyond mortification. Tricia then expertly pulled Missy’s left arm up behind her. Missy actually had to get up on her tippy-toes. Missy swore she wouldn’t cry. At least she would have some shred of dignity against this bitch. Tricia paraded Missy around the room, showing her off as some prize to an imaginary audience, hitting her with right-handed kidney punches. Finally Tricia ran her into the couch and ripped down the panties. The blonde then snaked her hand, still maintaining the hammerlock, between Missy’s legs and grabbed a large handful of Missy’s unmaintained pussy hair. Missy’s eyes bulged and the tears poured out. Missy would have said anything or done anything at that point. But then Tricia pulled out a handful of Missy’s private hair and forced them into Missy’s mouth. Missy gagged and did something she never thought she’d do. She begged. She begged for mercy. She promised to do anything, anywhere. Tricia had reduced the once proud warrior to blubbering blubber. Missy’s body was sweaty, reddened and her rolls of fat jumped with every grab by Tricia. And Tricia laughed. And Missy begged more.
After about 5 minutes of sheer torture Tricia stopped. Missy was released and she stretched her mangled left arm out. She also rubbed her private areas. She then flopped over the back of the couch, whimpering. Thank God it was over. Gather up my clothes and get the hell out of here. Missy turned and Tricia stood in front of her, muscular arms on her hips, nude. Tricia had stripped. Oh God. Tricia grabbed Missy again by the hair and pulled her off the couch, onto the floor. Missy was on her knees. Tricia didn’t speak. Time for talking was over. Pay up time was here.
Missy decided not to fight anymore, not that she could anyway. Besides Tricia for some reason actually turned her on. Missy hadn’t made it with a woman for many years. She wouldn’t get that opportunity today. Missy began to lick Tricia bush and Tricia pulled her on the floor. Tricia mounted her and stuck her immense chest into Missy’s face. Missy began to lick a nipple but Tricia pulled Missy’s face into her cleavage and wrapped her 2 muscular arms around Missy’s head. Missy realized Tricia was going to smother her out. Missy bucked but to no avail. She then was swallowed into blackness. Next thing Missy knew was that Tricia was either sticking her toes in different parts of Missy’s body and she would kick Missy in the stomach. Missy realized she had been smothered out. Tricia stood there and massaged her breasts, smiling. “You know I know who you WERE. I was there when you and that big blonde Amazon beat every other female tag team with only 2 people. And you at what, 145, maybe? But you were bad and tough and nasty. But I saw you around town. Fatty. I saw what you had become and well when your hubby became the Incredible Hulk well it was natural. Well now comes, yes a pun intended, for you to….” With that Tricia grabbed Missy by the wrists and pinned her down. Missy actually fought momentarily. But as they say resistance was futile. Tricia placed 2 muscular thighs around Missy’s head and placed her bush on top of Missy’s mouth and squeezed. Damn this bitch is strong. Missy didn’t know what to do. Fight or just start eating. She ate. Tricia kept squeezing. Finally Missy began to pound the carpet and kept eating feverishly. Tricia exploded and screamed. “Well you can’t fight anymore but you’re good for something. Know this, fatty. Anytime I see you. Anywhere. I’m going to pull you someplace private and we’ll strip and you’ll do me again and again. No questions. No pleading. No nothing. You’ll be nude and eating me out with my thighs tightened around your head. Got it?” Missy just nodded. Tricia pulled Missy up, grabbed her clothes and threw the nude Missy unceremoniously on the porch, slamming the door behind her. Missy grabbed her clothes and crept into the garage and dressed and sprinted away from the crazy blonde’s house.