This story was posted kinda ‘out-of-the-blue’ by a guy called Mixed Fighter who contacted me after the Muscle Heads story was originally posted – see
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,5371.0.html - whether he could do a follow up story & whether I’d mind if he posted another fantasy story of me fighting a guy. Of course I said that’s fine & forgot about it & some time later this maybe shocking & brutal, yet hot story followed! Winks!
Hope you enjoy – please comment!
Will post a follow up to this one written by the lovely Marie in about 2 days’ time – stay tuned!
Hugs
Kayla
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MUSCLE-HEADS’ REVENGE
by Mixed Fighter
Kayla and Heather were best friends. Well, more than friends, they were lovers too, often finding comfort and release in each other’s arms. After Kayla’s victorious beach encounter at Ballito with some muscle-head rugby players, the two girls really starting enjoying the “challenge” of fighting and beating guys! Especially Kayla who enjoyed humiliating and taunting her beaten male opponents.
Both girls were extremely attractive and garnered the attention of several men at the pub in Umhlanga Rocks they often frequented. If any of them showed interest in either of them, they always found that where one of the girls goes, the other follows. The girls were quite selective about their men however, snobbish in fact, and were often annoyed by the bothersome men they found “unworthy”.
These men had nothing wrong with them. In fact most were quite charming and very good looking, well-to-do chaps. They just didn’t quite meet the lofty standards that Kayla and Heather thought they deserved. Instead of simply rejecting these men however, Kayla and Heather, devised a little challenge to determine the worthiness of their suitors.
If a gentleman approached either of the two women, the other would interject and tell the guy that if he wanted her friend, he had to beat her in a wrestling match first to prove his worthiness. If he won, he was allowed to do whatever he wanted with the one he chose. And if he was good in the ring, quite possibly what ever he wanted with the one he wrestled also.
If the challenge was accepted, and it usually was, one girl would wrestle while the other would referee. It was always a fair fight and there was never any interference by the other girl. What the guy never realised however, was that despite their relatively smaller appearance, both girls were in exceptional physical shape and both had wrestled competitively in an unheard of mixed wrestling Federation a few years back. They were quite good and often beat male opponents three times their own size.
They used this little challenge they created to not only weed out the undesirables, but also humiliate them. If the guy was liked, they would go easy and sometimes even throw the match to get into the sack with him. If he wasn’t found desirable, he was tortured, beaten and humiliated. And, of course, each of their matches was videotaped to be played at the pub for the ultimate humiliation. Lately, the two had become more enchanted with the humiliation of their male opponents than the sex.
Michael had been a regular to the pub. He knew both Kayla and Heather from college and had seen both girls in action. They hadn’t seen each other since. He had watched their little game for a few weeks now, seeing how the two would draw guys in only to have them destroyed in the ring. After some careful consideration, he decided it was his turn to try his luck. Heather and Kayla had run off a number of guys recently, humiliating them to the point where they never returned to the pub, but Michael had a few surprises of his own that Kayla and Heather weren’t aware of that might make things interesting.
He decided to approach Heather. Heather was a leggy, goddess with smooth mocha skin and an angel’s face. Long dark curls cascaded about her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her 5’5” frame boasted firm breasts and tight midriff complementing a high, well-rounded ass into a nearly perfect 35-23-33 figure. A good estimate would put her at about 115 pounds, though because muscle weighs more than fat, and Heather was very well toned, it was more like 130.
Heather remembered Michael from college and had always thought of him as a 6 on a scale of one to ten. Just a bit better than average which, was a pretty accurate description of Michael back then. He was a bit short for her taste, only 5’10”, but had bulked up quite nicely since his college days, adding about 20 pounds of lean muscle to the 180 pounds he normally carried back then, rating him now about a 9 on Heather’s scale. His lean but well sculpted physique was definitely one she wouldn’t mind tangling her body with in the ring…or in the bed.
Michael made sure to make his moves very flamboyant. After watching the two ladies for the last few weeks, he had determined what worked with them and what didn’t. As a result, Heather was putty in his hands, practically panting at the advances being made on her by this newly found stud.
As expected, Kayla intervened to issue the challenge. Kayla was bigger than Heather, but just as physically well-endowed. At 5’9”, her weight too was equally deceiving. Michael guessed that she weighed about 120-130 but she was actually closer to 140. Her smaller, yet perky breasts stood proudly beneath her half-top which fully exposed her very flat and firm abs that eye-catchingly V’ed nicely downward to her hips and low-cut daisy-dukes. Her shoulder length raven hair contrasted nicely with her flawlessly epic milky tanned skin. Her ass was tiny and tight and her legs were long for her stature and very muscular.
The challenge was pretty simple. Kayla would wrestle Michael. The first to win three falls would be the winner and if that was Michael, then Heather was his to do with as he pleased. Heather would referee and to make sure that there were no fast counts, the match would be pinfalls only to a count of ten. The catch was that since the matches were pinfalls only, they didn’t allow for any submissions so the ability to torture an opponent was not only available, but in Heather and Kayla’s case, was expected.
“Humiliation and domination is the name of the game, big boy,” said Kayla teasingly, “And who knows, if you’re really good, and put up a bit of a fight, you may not only get to fuck Heather afterward, but me during.”
Michael smiled at the prospect as he watch the swaying hips of both girls as they led him out of the pub to their apartment across the street. Upon entering, Michael was a bit shocked to see a regulation size wrestling ring in a large open area of the apartment. He had expected the matched to take place in some sort of gym or empty arena, but the set-up in their own apartment was quite elaborate. He was sure it intimidated many men who had come before him, but Michael was different. He had wrestled professionally too, just like Heather and Kayla had. The difference was that Michael wrestled in one of the larger and most competitive federations in the world, which gave him far more experience that the girls. They hadn’t recognized him because he had wrestled wearing a mask, under the name “The Dark Knight”.
As “The Dark Knight”, Michael had an impressive win/loss record and even held a few minor titles, wrestling against some of the best wrestling talent in the world. He retired from the ring just 6 months ago to pursue “other endeavors”.
The girls instructed Michael to strip down to his underwear while they went in to the bedroom to change.
“I’m guessing you’re a jockey’s man,” cooed Heather. “Not boxers?”
Michael smiled and nodded.
“Good. Briefs are so much easier to get you out of.”
The girls disappeared into the bedroom while Michael slithered out of his clothes by the ring, carefully folding them and placing them on the floor. His black briefs accentuated his tanned and toned form and garnered a slight jaw dropping reaction from the girls as they returned.
Michael was quite visually impressed with the girls as well. Kayla’s ring attire was very small, red leather halter top bikini and thong that left very little to the imagination. Michael noticed that she wore a bandage around her left wrist, possibly due to a previous injury. It was a point he made note of as he scanned his adversary.
Heather was also quite stunning wearing a white satin thong panty and a tight fitting button-down black and white striped referee shirt that was left open and tied at the bottom leaving an exposed mid-drift and lots of cleavage. Heather also wore high white athletic socks and tennis shoes with her outfit, but Kayla was barefoot.
“Remember, no holds barred,” warned Heather as the combatants climbed into the ring. “I’m only here to count the pinfalls, nothing else. There will be a two minute rest period between falls and the match will not be stopped until we have a winner of three falls. Got it?”
Michael acknowledged the rules and Kayla smiled.
Let’s get it one then, stud,” mocked Kayla.
Heather hit a button in a neutral corner and there was a loud buzzer to signal the start of the match.
Michael circled the ring. He wanted Kayla to make the first move so that he could judge just how physical he needed to be. He wanted only to completely humiliate the girls. He wouldn’t hurt them unless the level of physicality involved required it.
Kayla lunged at Michael and immediately delivered a straight snap kick to the groin of her opponent. Michael instantly fell to his knees and Kayla followed up her advantage by going behind Michael, removing the bandage from her wrist and wrapping it around Michael’s throat. The bandage was a ruse. She had no injury and had only worn it to use as a weapon; a weapon that was now being used to choke the life out of her opponent.
Michael sucked up the pain and managed to get to his feet. Since he was considerably taller than Kayla, her strangle hold was far less effective once they were both upright. He drove a series of reverse elbows back into her upper abdomen and breast that eventually forced her to release her choke on him. Then, quickly spinning around, Michael threw and quick right hook that landed flush on Kayla’s jaw, violently snapping her head back and dropping her to the canvas with a thud.
The punch all but knocked Kayla out completely, her head rolling from side to side as she lay flat on her back. The blow was as vicious as it was sudden and Heather immediately knew that her friend was in serious trouble. Kayla, on the other hand, barely even knew where she was as Michael advanced on his know fallen adversary. The burning sensation in her scalp as Michael dragged her to her feet by her hair slowly brought Kayla back to her senses but not before Michael reached up between her legs and scooped her into the air. Flipping her over, Michael dropped down and slammed Kayla’s prone body back-first down across his outstretched knee. Her body bent violently as Michael added to the move by pushing down on her leg and breast, arching her spine even further over his muscular thigh. He held the hold for several moments as Kayla withered and moaned in agony, before raising his hands into a double hammer that he smashed down into her firm stomach. Kayla doubled up with a loud groan as she rolled off Michael’s thigh and onto the canvas.
Face down, Kayla whimpered with one hand clutching her stomach while the other reached behind to her lower back. It was obvious she had not expected this level of barbarism from her opponent. As of late she had been on the other end of the abuse, dishing it out with much enthusiasm as her unsuspecting male opponent suffered her fury. Now, she was receiving her penance.
