+Notable Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA

[hero141]

Hi guys. I took a suggestion from a fan seriously and plan to write something about Denise's time at the underground MMA-league. The end of this first part is still open. I plan to make this story interactive. So, any suggestions are welcome! Send me a note or just leave suggestions on the board.

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Denise & the MMA
by hero141


A dressing room at a secret venue in a big metropolitan area. Muted noise from heavy traffic is generating a continuous hum in the background. Cheers and shouts from a huge audience can be heard as well--like a crowd cheering during a fight or after a victory. It is hot in the room. Very hot. A handsome man, dressed in what looks like an expensive custom-tailored marine-blue suit, is nervously walking to and fro, anxiously watching the stunning Latina who is lying naked on the couch, her spectacular physique at full display. And what a body this drop-dead gorgeous bimbo has! She is so freaking huge and pumped-up that she would put any male pro-bodybuilder's muscular development to utter shame. She is gifted with with the ultimate muscle-body: layer upon layer of thick, bulging and pumped-up muscles, incredibly big, dense and ultra-defined! Every movement--however small--is greeted with a harmonious flexing and bulging of her huge, vascular, hypertrophied brawn. Thick veins are beautifully snaking across her dark and evenly tanned skin, her perfect skin obviously shining--dripping actually--with the oil it has been rubbed in with.

And yet, despite her obvious muscles, she oozes femininity in which her over-sized female curves evidently play the main role. What a rack! Her ballooning tits, a truly magnificent double-D, make all heads turn: men in sheer amazement and arousal, women green with envy. No wonder: her ample boobs are perfectly shaped, firm, gravity-defying, contrasting sharply with her flat, cobble-stone eight-pack abs. Her beautifully proportioned hourglass figure with broad torso, tiny wasp-waist and sexily wide hips sports a gorgeous bubble-butt, her glorious glutes being soft and well-rounded when relaxed, rock-hard and striated when flexed. Her long, french-manicured nails, her pierced nips and clit, her perfectly shaven pussy all add to her fabulous porn-chick aura. This hotbod combined with her gorgeous facial features--beautiful long black hair elegantly fixed in a bun, deep brown eyes, high cheekbones, thick sensual lips, extravagant make-up that looks like she had just finished a professional Playboy-photoshoot--make her the sexiest woman on earth.

- Hey Matt, when is it my turn? I'm gettin' bored. I need some action.

Her voice: powerful and commanding. Used to being obeyed. Matt, the man in the suit, is intoxicated by her otherworldy beauty: this is the kind of woman you only meet once or twice in a lifetime and here she is with him. As his partner. As his lover.

- Have patience, Denise. You know this is important: I invested all my money in this fight. You cannot afford to lose.

- Fuck Matt, stop worrying! Do I look like I can lose?

Matt knows what that dreambody of hers is capable of. Or at least, he thinks he knows. Her pumped-up brawn is not only a joy to look at. He has never met anyone so strong and powerful and yet so flexible. The weights she uses! My God, he cannot even move the dumbells she warms up with! It's beyond crazy!

- You know how fucking strong I am. You've seen me pumping iron in the gym. You've seen how I humiliated the hardcore bodybuilding dudes there. I train with the elite of the special agents at the Pentagon--and even then I outclass my classmates in every aspect of the training, be it strength, martial arts, gymnastics or tactics. I just got back from a three-day stay in Moscow to perfect my interrogation skills. Can't tell you too much because it's all top secret. Let me just tell you this. We practiced on the inmates of a high-security prison. The Russian instructors, not really known for being squeamish or too easily hurt, pissed their pants when I got to work. The inmates, the toughest criminals from all over Russia--mob guys mostly--went crazy with fear when I entered their cells.

And it is not only her awesome physical power; it is also her provocative attitude, her total dominance, her insatiable sexual needs and outrageous sexual expertise. She keeps him in a state of quasi-permanent arousal, always walking around in the most extravagantly sexy leather and latex outfits, highlighting every inch of her dreambody. Or just by hanging around naked, every inch of her curvaceous musculature dripping with oil, like now. When they go out, her overwhelmingly erotic presence works like a magnet: all eyes are fixed on her magnificent physique, erections are obviously everywhere, and most men are even spontaneously creaming their pants. And she loves the attention. Sometimes she adds some spice to the spectacle by slowly flexing her muscles or by very sensually touching her boyfriend's crotch--no doubt keeping him on the verge of a cosmic orgasm.

- Come on, babe. Get your cock out. I'll give you the blowjob of your life. ... This will be your third today. Hehe.

- ... I'm serious, Denise! ... It's important! ...

Agile like a cat, she jumps out of the couch and elegantly back-flips towards Matt in a style that would fit an Olympic gymnast. Her feminine elegance and flexibility are as intimidating as her size and power. Next to her dazzling physique Matt looks like a frail little schoolboy. She savagely pulls off his pants and frees his sizeable erection from its tight confines. She playfully cups his balls.

- I'm serious too! You know that I take whát I want whén I want it. There is nothing you can do about that now, can't you?

- ... Please, Denise! What if someone enters our room?

- Do you still care?

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He has been dating this ravishing brunette for over three weeks now and it have been by far the craziest three weeks of his life. He met her at an expensive downtown penthouse bar and he was immediately attracted by her gorgeous facial features: she looked like a supermodel! Matt had not paid too much attention to her body, which looked curvaceous and big all right, but it was only after she sneaked into the men's bathroom when he went for a piss that she revealed her breath-taking physique to him. First she got behind him, blocked him against the latrine, grabbed his cock, getting him hard instantly, and started jerking him off.

- ... What are you ... ? ... O ... Oooh God...

- Don't you feel what I'm doing, baby? I'm milking you. Like it?

He felt a pair of heavy boobs softly resting on his shoulders and it was only then that he noticed how big, veiny and muscular her tanned forearms were. Matt also saw the obscenely jacked biceps and triceps bulging as she gently jerked him off, while her other hand expertly massaged his balls. God, this lady knew how to please a man!

- ... Oooo... It feels great... Aaaa... ... What if someone sees us here? ...

- Don't worry, Matt. You're about to cum. I see you like my muscular arms. Wanna see the rest of my body?

And indeed, Matt was having one of the biggest orgasms in his life, coating the wall of the men's room with a huge load. But suddenly, the door to men's room opened and a man came in. It took a while before the newcomer was able to capture the crazy scene that was playing out before his eyes. He stared in awe at the gorgeous woman with the wide muscular back, the juicy 'Brazilian' butt, the rounded ass-cheeks half-covered in hot-pants, the long, sleek, shapely muscular legs with the kinky black boots--the prototypical image of a dominatrix.

- ... Holy shit! ... What are you doing, for heaven's sake? ... Oh my God, what's going on here? ...

Denise reacted rather matter-of-factly freeing her lover from her grip and facing the intruder. Matt was still half-dizzy from her mind-blowing hand-job when he noticed Denise's change of dress. She must have taken off her elegant leather coat in the men's room--indeed, it was lying on the ground some yards away. Matt was shocked by what was revealed! His date only wore a tiny black bikini top tightly stretched over her huge ballooning tits and ditto hot-pants hardly covering half of her bubble-butt, a pair of knee-high black boots stretching around her diamond-shaped calves. The boots had impossible 8-inch stiletto heels, but Denise looked quite comfortable in them. His date turned out to hold the middle between a professional bodybuilder, a gorgeous orgasm-triggering porn-chick and a super-sexy supermodel. Oh God, what a beast!

- You just ruined my boyfriend's post-orgasm bliss, asshole. I've killed men for less.

The man was obviously shocked, but you could also see that he also regretted having ruined their private little moment. Now that he faced the rage of this pumped-up muscle-machine, he got scared.

- Oh, don't worry, miss. Let's pretend this never happened. OK?

Denise only smiled wickedly, an evil grin.

- Matt, go back to the bar. This gentleman and I have something to discuss. It may take a while. Don't worry, order yourself a bottle of champagne. I pay.

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[cdefan]

Great to see you with a new story! As far as ideas go, I hope you can capture the conflict in the minds of Denise's male victims...the way they're so terrified of her and sexually attracted to her at the same time. Creative sexy outfits for her with detailed descriptions of them and how hot they make her body look. And of course lots of gymnastics moves in the ring...Denise can do a backflip or cartwheel as a kick, or she can do back handsprings towards her opponent and completely overwhelm him with her speed, and also intimidate him with that kind of agility and flexibility...there are lots of possibilities.

Great job so far!

[pirateparag]

This is the only forum I believe where we find hero141 stories.

Anyone know if hero141 is still around? I miss his writing.

N yeah missing his stories especially after a solid start of yet another story.

[hero141]

Hi guys! Here's the next part of Denise's adventures in the MMA. I was hoping to get more detailed suggestions about how the story should develop... So, here's my suggestion at further denouement...

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- Get my left glove, Matt.

Denise frees his balls from her iron grip and Matt obediently takes the long black latex glove and pulls it over her hyper-muscular forearm, thick veins prominently snaking over her perfectly tanned olive-brown skin and ominously showing through the ultra-stretched latex. Her muscles ripple with unabashed power! He notices that the glove's fingers are still dirty from yesterday's activities. His cock gets even harder just by thinking how dominant she was in bed yesterday: his freaky nympho sucked and fucked him for hours, deflowering his virgin asshole, fingerfucking him deep with her gloved fingers, brutally ramming his anus until the shit oozed from her lubed-up gloved fingers. She smilingly filled him up with a huge butt-plug, stretching his traumatized ass to the max. She milked him five or six times and then he was allowed to watch how her juicy pussy destroyed her huge 12 inch steel dildo, grinding it, breaking it, crushin it to pulp! He could only submit to her overwhelming physical superiority, glad to be allowed to have dinner at the Y, licking and sucking her hyper-sensitive wet labia and deliciously swollen clit.

- I see you enjoyed my company yesterday.

His asshole is still over-sensitive and itching a little bit due to yesterday's kinky action, but his penis stands rigid as a pole in anticipation of her out-of-this-world sexual skill and expertise.

- Oh Denise, you are awesome. You know what men want.

- Yeah, baby. I own you. I'm your goddess and I'm in a giving mood.

Denise firmly grabs Matt's ass and effortlessly lifts him a couple of inches off the ground--showing who is in charge again, showing off her incredible strength, adoring how her huge biceps double in size, how the big vein running across these unbelievably jacked boulders of hypertrophied muscle becomes even more prominent! Matt feels her powerful fingers perform their magic in his ass-crack: her ultra-long, sharp nails almost push through the latex glove, and massage the area around his asshole, making him harder than ever.

- Holy God, Denise!

- Mmmmm. You really love it up your ass, don't you? I should force you to wear a huge butt-plug all week. You may enjoy that. Then again, I shouldn't: I once forced an ex to do it and it totally wrecked his asshole. He couldn't keep up his shit any longer. Pathetic...

With her other hand she gently pulls his balls away from his cock, squeezing them. Then she grabs his throbbing shaft and jerks him off. It takes her exactly three seconds to get him on the verge of a huge orgasm. She is the ultimate sex-bomb, built for pleasure. Her skilled thumb continues to sensually massage the top of his glans. She is in total control. Matt gasps in arousal--he is so close to a happy release... Suddenly she stops teasing him.

- Oh, one more thing. You offered me half of the money you would win from the fight. I want 99 %.

Matt cannot believe his ears. He thinks he heard it wrong.

- ... Oooh, baby. What did you say...?

Denise smiles.

- You heard me, partner.

Matt tries to force himself to awake out of his erotic reverie, but this is far from easy when your face is buried in the sexiest pair of tits on earth!

- ... ... Come on, Denise. I need the money. It's mine... If we win, we get 10 million. Then you'll get 9.9 million and I'm left with only 100,000?

- Well, what's wrong with that? Normally I would take it all, but you're my boyfriend. I love you, Matt. So, shut up and relax. Enjoy!

Matt tries to get away from the ravishing brunette, but she easily keeps him trapped in her iron grip, close to her alluring tits.

- Fuck, Denise! You bitch! ... Let me go... I'm outta here!

- You're mine, baby.

Suddenly he feels a gloved finger entering his ass, then a second and a third. Then a hand. It feels like his ass is going to explode. Her beautiful eyes coldly stare at him as she hisses:

- One more word and I'll rip you open from below. I'll feed you your own shit. For days.

Her threat scares the shit out of him. One look at her broad shoulders and ultra-muscular arms is enough to realize she can probably rip him apart or tear him to pieces effortlessly. She would not even have to try hard. Matt crashes mentally, unsure about how to answer her insane threat, except by begging and pleading, as he feels her fist stretching his asshole to bursting point, an extremely awkward and painful experience. Matt suddenly recalls the situation during his first date in the expensive downtown penthouse bar. The guy who had interrupted their little intimate encounter in the toilets, did not come out of the toilets when a half-naked Denise rejoined him a half hour later, her muscles all jacked and pumped to the max, veins prominently snaking over arms and legs, indicating heavy action. The bottle of champagne he ordered, was almost empty. She smiled her smile that would melt icecaps showing her perfect, white teeth and playfully wispered he would not be bothering them again, that she had broken all the bones in his body without spilling one drop of blood--no blood and gore in public spaces, but that such handiwork took time and that she would make it up to him... Matt always thought this was mentioned in jest, but now he starts to get scared... And she sure made it up to him: she fucked him for six hours!

- Don't fuck with me, asshole! Or I'll fuck up yours... Hehe!

- Please ... All right... All right... Please, Denise, don't. ... OK, please... ?

- That's more like it.

Matt pleadingly looks into his girlfriend's gorgeous, deep-brown eyes, hoping she will let him go. Instead, Denise's fingers start massaging his prostate, expertly forcing him into a huge erection again, ready to cum big time. The pleasure is so intense, he opens his mouth, gasping for air. Denise perfectly knows what she is doing: she pushes his face into her magnificent chest, slick with the oil it has been rubbed in with. She makes sure nothing touches his cock or it would spoil all the fun. His cock throbs in extreme arousal, aching for release, ready to explode.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Matt immediately signals his girlfriend not to let anyone come in, but Denise merely pushes his face harder against her orgasmic boobs, dominantly muffling any comment or wish he may have into the alluringly soft flesh of her tits. Meanwhile, Matt experiences levels of arousal he never deemed possible--almost as good as an orgasm--as her ultra-talented fingers are performing advanced sexual magic in his ass. It's been three weeks now since their first date and Matt keeps on being overwhelmed and intimidated at the same time by her outrageous skill and expertise in sex. This beauty is a fucking beast in the sack. A sex goddess. She simply grins and whispers:

- I own you, Matt. Submit to your ultimate fantasy. Beg me to make you cum. Beg!

The busty powerhouse lowers her arm so that the tips of Matt's feet touch the ground again. She releases his head and he sighs in relief, gasping for air.

- ... Oh Denise! ... This feels so good! Please let me cum... Please... ? ...

His relief quickly changes into panic as Denise answers to the knock on the door.

- Yes? Come in.

A man comes in, wearing some sort of black, official uniform. He stops dead in his tracks, totally shocked by the scene developing before his eyes: a gorgeous female bodybuilder is fistfucking a man in the ass who is obviously enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure. Matt feels humiliated by Denise who let the visitor come in at such an awkward time, but there is nothing else he can do than submit to this stunning Latina.

- ... ... Oh my God... ...

The man instinctively averts his eyes and turns around to leave.

- What's the matter, baby? Never seen a guy being fistfucked by his girlfriend? Come on, tell me. What's up?

Denise moves her hand up and down his shaft only once and Matt is having an enormous orgasm, huge quantities of jizz flying freely in the dressing room. When he is spent, she unceremoniously drops him on the ground and peels off her shiny latex glove covered with shit.

- Clean my glove, Matt, will ya?

Denise disdainfully throws the dirty glove in his direction--he is still recovering from his explosive orgasm--and sexily pouts her thick lips  facing the newcomer. The bulge in his pants has not gone unnoticed by the sexy pin-up. He is in complete awe; his eyes eagerly stare at her magnificent curves and muscles.

- My God... ... Are ... y... y... you ... Denise... ... ?

- Yeah. Who's askin' and why?

- I'm B... Bill, one of the cage officials tonight... It's ... it's time... for... ... for your fight...

The muscle goddess sexily struts towards Bill--in a style resembling the provocative stage routines of professional bikini-competitors. She sensually sways her lush hips and slowly arches her back making sure he has perfect view of her big ballooning boobs. The fact that she is totally naked adds to the raw sexuality of her provocative, elegant movements. Bill is enchanted by her beauty, aroused by her total hotbod.

- Well, Bill. I'm gonna make sure it'll be quite a spectacle out there.

Her hand moves over his crotch, delicately touching his raging hard-on through his trousers. Totally sexually intimidated he tries to pull away his pelvis, but Denise grabs his ass and pushes his crotch harder against her sleek leg muscles.

- I don't want anyone to enter the cage when I'm busy. Got that, Bill?

She moves her luscious leg up and down, massaging his crotch. Her full lips sexily lick his earlobes as she whispers:

- Whoever comes in, is dead meat and it'll be a slow, painful death. And I hold you personally responsible for any mishaps, Bill.

He cums. Hard and uncontrolled. A huge orgasm wets his official costume. Denise smiles sadistically and whispers in his ear, making sure Matt cannot hear.

- I'm glad you got the message. Needless to say that this is merely foreplay--imagine what this pumped-up muscular body of mine is capable of, Bill. I would gladly fuck you into oblivion, fulfilling your darkest fantasies and desires. You'd like that, don't you?

- ... Yes... Oh yes...

- My body is a fucking amusement park! If you mess with me however...

And here she brutally grabs his hair and pulls his head backwards.

- ... I'll rip your ass apart using my arm. Think you can handle my 29 inches of flexed rock-hard biceps up your ass?

Denise forces Bill to look at her ultra-developed arms, thick veins crisscrossing over the perfectly tanned skin, the hypertrophied brawn bulging ominously. God, they are beyond bodybuilding: cartoonishly big and vascular. Pumped-up to the max after lifting and fistfucking her hubby. This woman must be a freak in the gym. And everywhere else.

- ... Oh my dear God...

- That's what I thought. Now get the fuck out and remember what I told you and I might let you live.

Bill leaves the dressing room, totally overwhelmed, shaking, giddy with fear.

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- What was that all about, Denise? ...

- Nothing to worry about, baby. It was one of the fight officials: it's time. Let's get dressed.

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- ... John! ... John, holy fuck! ...

- Hey, calm down. You look like you've seen a ghost!

It's Bill entering the dressing room of a handsome and heavily muscled man, ready to rumble, his body is sweaty from his warming-up exercises.

- I just met your opponent for the fight... That woman... Denise.

- What about her?

- She's crazy!

John roars with laughter.

- Of course she's crazy. She wants to fight me! Hahaha!

- I mean it, John. You should have seen her: a Goddess. She was totally naked, the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Those tits, man! A bodybuilder. I think she deliberately let me come in to show me how she did her boyfriend.

John looks in disbelief at his visitor. He has dated a couple of muscle girls in his day and indeed, some could get really freaky, being obsessed and all with their bodies or with sex. Some really adored showing off their chiseled, pumped-up assets in the skimpiest of outfits. Others wanted to fuck all day long. But raping a man?

- Raping her boyfriend? You must have gotten all confused when you saw her.

- No, I tell you. She was effortlessly carrying him with the hand she had shoved INTO his ass! Her other hand was around his cock. I don't know exactly what she was doing--it all happened so quickly--, but by the looks of her nails around his erection--they were razor-sharp and at least two inches long--the ones in his ass must have been tearing him apart! And then these biceps. Oh man, seeing that kind of bulging boulders on a woman: beyond crazy! She asked me not to interfere with anything that happened in the cage.

- Oh God... ...

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When Denise enters the arena, the huge crowd suddenly falls silent and stares in complete awe at the sultry sex-bomb arrogantly strutting down the red carpet into the direction of the fighting cave. To describe the hyper-muscular, big-titted porn-chic as sexy would not do justice to the raw sensuality she oozes, the outrageous erotic charisma she has, the brutal power and total dominance she breathes. This is the alpha of all alpha-females: huge pornstar curves, jacked and pumped-up muscles bigger than any male bodybuilding pro and gorgeous super-model looks! She wears an impossibly short blue denim hotpants that showcases her tiny wasp waist and muscular bubble-butt. Her darkly tanned, massively bulging quads flare out elegantly. The shiny black leather knee-high boots with razor-sharp 12" stiletto high heels have a hard time containing her nicely cut calves.

Denise's upper-body is even more impressive than what's below the waist--if that is possible: her prominent cobble-stone eight-pack is shining like plated armor, the rock-hard muscle elegantly flexes with every step she takes, her huge protruding double-D sensually jut to and fro, dripping with the oil they have been rubbed in with. Her glorious boobs are contained within a black leather high-neck halter bra, showing plenty of cleavage through the cut in the middle! What a fucking rack! She wears long leather gloves up the her elbows--that's where the muscular magic of her upper arms and shoulders starts: a dream for admirers, a nightmare for those who have to submit to the power of these babies... Her long black hair is elegantly fixed in a bun, her over-the-top heavy make-up is a true work of art, on the verge of being slutty, but it simply highlights the otherworldly beauty of her facial features which immediately trigger sexual overtones.

Most men in the audience get a hard-on, some wet their pants. Denise notices her opponent's cock hardening in his shiny black shorts and grins mischievously. This is going to be fun and worth the wait. The hulking Latina spots Bill and his cage officials and she playfully winks at him, reminding him of their encounter earlier today. He feels the shivers running down his spine, as he has been unable to delete the image of this woman brutally 'doing' her boyfriend. Nobody here expected a woman of this beauty to enter the cage in a no-holds-barred fight. It's more the woman you would expect in a strip-club, or in a gym, or on the catwalk, or in a glossy magazine. John has already entered the cage and is completely intimidated when Denise stands in front of him. She is inches bigger than him, her muscular physique ripples with anabashed power, leaving absolutely no doubt she is as strong as she looks. His confidence makes place for the unusual combination of utter fear and lust--a combination the big-titted she-beast thrives on.

- Hi John. I'm Denise and I'm here to kill you.

- ... Hi ... b... baby. Don't be too sure about that...

Denise smiles. Her gorgeous face reveals nothing of the extrreme sadism that lies beneath. Beauty is the cover, torture the game, death the result. John is enthralled by her presence and thinks about cage-master Bill's words: 'the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen'. A Goddess indeed.

- Oh yes, I am quite sure. It's gonna be a slow and violent death. But that's not even the worst. The worst is that I'm going to publicly humiliate you and fuck the living daylights out of you before I'll start ripping you apart. I hope your girlfriend is here tonight, so she can see how you do when you're fucked by a real woman.

- You're crazy.

[pirateparag]

Great stuff  as usual. One suggestion could be pitting Denise against 2 opponents although it's against MMA protocol. But for certain 1 would never be enough for Denise. Would love to see she against 2 fighters, eventually snuffing them up !

[cdefan]

Great work! You really describe Denise in beautiful graphic detail. As for suggestions, you could have Denise toy with her opponent, holding back at first, letting him see her full strength gradually, so the total fear that eventually overtakes him comes in a slow process building up. And maybe after the fight, some vigilantes could try to apprehend her and of course meet their brutal deaths at her gloved fists and booted feet.

And of course, Denise should really show off her gymnastics skills. Backflip kicking an opponent to show off her agility as well as her strength. Another good scene would be having her do a very fast series of back handsprings towards him that just leaves him overwhelmed with admiration of her skill combined with fear of her fighting abilities.

[WittyKatarina]

I just wish to say how I really love your Denise and Bethany stories. they are quite a good fantasy for me in that I can really imagine what it would be like to be as powerful as Denise.

hope to see more of "denise and the MMA" soon!!

[hero141]

Thanks, guys! Here's the next part of the adventure...

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- You're crazy. Maybe I'll show you how a man easily outpowers a buff arrogant babe like you.

Denise roars with laughter. She elegantly cartwheels and tumbles around in the cage showing off her Olympic gold-winning gymnastic skills. You cannot help but notice that despite her massive muscle bulk and impossible high-heels, this goddess moves around with the agility, grace and speed of a tigress. John's confidence sinks to underground level. When she finishes off her impressive tumbling series with a double hooked sommersault and perfectly lands on her razor-sharp stiletto heels before the mesmerized male fighter, she sensually licks one of her casually flexed biceps--its massive size and outrageous differentiation simply scare the shit out of her opponent. It is obvious she carries more muscle in one arm than he over his total body.

- I'm the alpha out here. And you're going to wish you'd never been born.

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- Your wife is quite a piece, Matt. I hope she is able to put up a fight against John. He's one of the top ten of my fighters, you know. Few opponents get out of the cage alive.

Matt looks up at the man in the expensive suit, who is delicately nipping his coupe of expensive champagne--the president of the underground MMA-league has invited him to his lounge in the VIP-area. The VIP-area is crowded with businessmen and -women, some involved in legal, some in more illegal activities. What they have in common is that they belong to the class of the super-rich, people whose assets easily exceed a billion dollars. The female beauty assembled in the VIP-lounge is enough to make a gay man straight! Dozens of gorgeous babes playfully strut around, confidently showing off their exquisite beauty, revealing plenty of skin in their skimpy clothing. They talk business or just enjoy themselves. For these people, the fights are a perfect excuse to spend loads of money, both in gambling as well as in the exclusive catering and popular 'body massages'. For the thousands of other people in the huge arena around the cage, the fights are top-entertainment, some sort of exotic escapism to compensate for their everyday dull lives--and who are willing to pay quite a price for that.

- Oh, Denise is one-of-a-kind. Actually, I think she is going to do rather well. Oh, by the way, she is not my wife--I'm just her manager.

The president smiles a fatherly smile.

- Yeah, but who would not want her as a wife, Matt? She's fucking gorgeous! What a physique your Denise has!

- Yeah, you gotta love her body. I love the muscles!

These last lines have not gone unnoticed by some of the scantily-clad women in the lounge who have taken immediate interest in the well-groomed newcomer. A big-titted gorgeous blonde bimbo whose sexy white dress reveals every inch of her ultra-muscular hotbod, accidently bumps into Matt, making one of her mighty boobs pop out of the tight confines of her unlucky cocktail dress who has the impossible task of containing her curvy physique. The dress is pulled so tight against her huge fucking tits and muscles that it fits her like a second skin. She is showing endless cleavage: the front is zipped open past her beautifully pierced belly button--Matt cannot help but notice that her piercing is a beautiful red diamond very much resembling the Moussaieff Red Diamond worth over 6 million! She is evidently wearing no bra--who needs a bra with gravity defying boobs like that?--and Matt has full view of her shiny, naked breast, her nipple is rock-hard!

- So sorry! Hope you don't mind... They're so hard to keep under control... Hehe...

Matt does not mind at all: he simply loves what he sees and reacts well to her flirty joke. What a woman! This babe does not only have the most wonderful pair of tits, you can see that she spends an awful lot of time in the gym and loves to show off the spectacular results of her heavy lifting. He can tell she is nearly as big as Denise, which in itself is extraordinary. It is impossible not to stare as she sensually pulls her dress back over her bountiful breast making her erect nip leaving a clear mark on the garment. The double slit reveals a pair of long, sleek, sexy, ultra-muscular legs. Pillars of pure power: the density, size and differentiation of the bulging leg muscles is awesome. Her shiny white high platform boots with impossible high-heels complete the image of a sex-crazed muscle babe craving for attention. God, she is smokin' hot!

- That's OK. ... You look gorgeous by the way. I'm Matt. Nice to meet you.

The blonde beauty smiles a radiant smile revealing her perfect, white teeth and as they shake hands, Matt enjoys how her unflexed biceps and triceps swell and bulge beautifully.

- Hi Matt. Thanks! I'm Isabelle, but everybody calls me Bella. I guess you can imagine why.

- Sure, Bella. I'd bump into you again any time.

The huge bodybuilder playfully winks at him.

- Sure you would. But next time try not to stare at other women's tits while your girlfriend is around--or were you just her manager? You have to excuse me, but I'll have to go back to my company there. Bye and nice meeting you, Matt!

To Mattt's amazement her company consists of five other big-titted muscle babes, who, just like Bella, proudly show an inordinate amount of alluring hyper-muscular skin. They all look in his direction, giggling girlishly, and then burst out in roaring laughter as Bella rejoins them. What is it with these muscle women? Of course, they get plenty of male attention--their extravagant dress-code attracts all kinds of admirers. Matt can just see how one of these women, a hulking brunette, a ravishing beauty dressed in a fluorescent pink thong and matching pink tank top stretched to the max over her monumental chest, strikes a double biceps pose before the eyes of two admiring men. Her muscular development is simply out of this world--just like Denise's. The bulging boulders of her hyper-trophied biceps spring to life, the prominent veins that run across them meander in numerous smaller veins snaking over the perfectly tanned brown skin of her upper arms. Textbook anatomy. When she provocatively opens up her hands from a clenched fist and spreads her long-nailed fingers, the biceps under her oil-slicked flesh ripple with unabashed power. Her shiny pink high-heel platform pumps match her über-bimbo dress-code and make her look even bigger than she already is. The two men are staring in utter disbelief at her outrageous body, it is clear they simply drool over her sexy curves. They are totally unprepared to deal with that kind of erotic stimulus. Her beautiful brown eyes give them an icy look, full of desdain as she spots the contours of a wet stain on their crotches. Matt looks in disbelief how she shows 'the accident' to her friends who all burst out laughing and start mocking the humiliated guys. Just as Matt's brain is working overtime, he feels the hand of the MMA-president on his shoulder.

- Don't think about it, Matt. She would fuck your brains out, you know. Hahahaha, just kidding. To tell you the truth, Bethany is just 18 years old. Gorgeous, isn't she? The others are all in their early twenties. I hired them a couple of weeks ago as heads of my security departments and I can tell you: they're expensive but very efficient. They serve as my bodyguards here. Seems like they know Denise. They seem to train and study together: went to Moscow together on a workshop a couple of weeks ago. Had a great time so I hear... OK, now let's enjoy the fight.

--

A deep voice announces the upcoming battle of the sexes.

- Ladies and gentlemen. Here's the fight you've all been waiting for. In the red corner we have our challenger: Denise, 7 ft. tall and 348 lbs. of pure female muscle. She is undoubtebly the fittest fuck of the universe! Few people know she is part of the "Pentagon 7 Program", a top-secret, multi-billion dollar experiment aimed at developing the perfect killing machine. Don't let her beauty and sultry looks fool ya, ladies and gentlemen. This muscle babe--only 18 years young--is a fuckin' beast and responsible for over 10,000 killings! You hear it well, ladies and gentlemen! More than 10,000 men have been slaughtered by this voluptuous vixen whose nickname is Goddess of Torture. It's a pity none of them lives to tell, but rumors go that she has the habit of brutally torturing her victims before she finally snuffs them out and death comes as a relief. Here for the first time, ladies and gentlemen, and ready to rumble!

It is deadly silent in the arena. Matt's face turns white as snow. He did not know anything about that Pentagon shit. He is fucking a serial killer, or better: a serial killer is fucking him! Someone designed to kill and slaughter. Among other things. Holy God! That 'Holy God' fairly well summarizes John's thoughts in the cage, who starts to get really afraid. This gorgeous woman is indeed anything but your average opponent. Some people in the audience start to cheer and applaud and when she lifts her tank-top flashing her ballooning boobs, the crowd goes berserk, cheering and applauding. For Matt, that 100,000 dollars for a win seems so small an amount now as he considers the risk he is running: he is dating a Pentagon-designed serial killer. As he turns to make for the exit, he is suddenly stopped by an impossibly strong hand brutally grabbing his crotch. He feels fingers with long and razor-sharp nails enveloping his balls. His face is almost bouncing into two of the most amazing, orgasm-triggering boobs he has ever seen, beautifully contained within a fluo-pink tank top. When he looks up, he looks straight into the ice-cold eyes of Bethany:

- Stay or I'll rip them off. And I can't say I wouldn't enjoy it.

He smells her alluring, husky perfume. His face nearly touches her sexy double-D: glorious globes of female perfection! Her protruding, bolt-on boobs nearly burst out of her tank top, making sure everyone can enjoy the lush pornstar contours of her ample chest. When she pulls up her top, her ballooning tits jut forward, revealing breasts that redefine the meaning of sexy! This woman is beyond sexy and she damn knows it. Matt is mesmerized. And in spite of the whole situation, he feels he is getting a hard-on in her hand. Nobody in the VIP-lounge seems to notice Matt's agony--and the few who do, are too afraid to react or think she is doing him a favor.

- Like what you see, huh? Most men cum like a firehose without me even touching them. You need more work however... But I don't mind.

She rips open his pants and grabs his cock and balls making him rock-hard immediately. Matt looks around, embarassed, hoping no-one will take notice.

- Don't worry, baby. There's only a few people in this room who know I'm roughing you up. Nobody'll notice. Besides, I have quite a rep up here when it comes to handling male genitals. Men usually pay a fortune to have me touch their cocks.... Hehe.

- Oh my God... You're crazy...

Matt is petrified. This young woman is so intimidating and attractive: she plays in Denise's league, which is an accomplishment in itself! Her talented fingers work his cock in ways similar to Denise's outrageous sexual expertise and she has him ready to cum in no time.

- At least, you're shaved. That's good. I like my men shaved.

His shaving routine has only very recently been introduced--ever since he started his relationship with Denise actually. From their first date she made him very clear she expected impeccable genital hygiene: crotch shaved and ass bleached. At first he thought she was joking--he had never heard of anal bleaching--but when Matt 'survived' his first fuck with his ravishing new girlfriend, he was sure she had been deadly serious. She had engaged him in a tabooless eight hours of relentless athletic fucking, eight hours during which she practically raped him, letting him experience physical pleasure he did not know existed, but also submitted him to the darker pleasures of S&M: from forced cunnilingus and ass-licking to some serious tease and denial over suffocation into real cbt. Every so often she changed from one ultra-sexy, all-revealing outfit into another equally arousing skimpy set. How he loved it! He was ready to enter a whole new dimension of sexual bliss--and if shaving and bleaching were the conditions, so be it. If only she was a little gentler on him, it would have been perfect, because sometimes she acted pretty aggressive in bed, humiliating him or really hurting him. Like pegging him real hard and riding him with a humongous steel strap-on dildo was her latest trick. Agonizing how she brutalized his ass and intestines. And he could see she enjoyed his agony... This Pentagon stuff puts things in prespective for Matt.

Meanwhile, Matt tries to pull away from Bethany, but she brutally pulls him closer. She loves the terror in his eyes when she forces him to the edge of a big orgasm.

- Cum and I'll break your legs! Got that? Let's see if you can control yourself.

- Please, don't... Don't, please. I beg you. Oh my God... Please. I'm gonna cum...

Bethany grins in mock satisfaction as she suddenly increases the pressure on his testicles. He winces from the sudden pain, doubles over and burries his face in her lush boobs, shiny from the oil they have been rubbed in with. His face being pushed against the hot, slick and beautifully tanned flesh of her huge shiny tits, is simply too much for Matt: his erection which had withered away because of the pain, is back again. Rock-hard, throbbing, aching for release.

- Haha! That's more like it. Kiss my tits. Lick them. Worship them. That's what you wanna do, isn't it?

- Mmmmm... Mmmmmmm...

- You love female bodybuilders, don't ya? Don't lie to me, fucking asshole, or I'll crush your cock in the palm of my hand. And you know what happens if you cum: I'll enjoy breaking your legs here in front of an audience.

Matt nods, almost imperceptibly. Her talented fingers continue to tease his crotch, massaging his rod, kneading his balls.

- That's what I thought. You'd love to be raped by women who are fit as fuck, whose freakishly trained bodies are superior in any way to men's physiques. Muscle babes who have retained all feminine curves and love to show off their exquisite beauty: their perfectly deeply tanned skin, their long, sharp colored nails, their impossible high heels, their thongs, their pierced nips and clit, their provocative outfits. Women who are so strong and powerful they can decide over the fate of men. Over your fate. Over whether you cum or not, or whether you live or die.

He is rock-hard, ready to cum in her hand, but each time he thinks he has lost control, Bethany nearly grinds his balls to pulp. The pain is unimaginable. She dominantly pushes his face deep into her melon-sized breast using one hand behind his head to keep him trapped, smothering him, suffocating him, making him frantically want to gasp for air. Bethany smiles in satisfaction as she feels him struggling against her lush flesh. How many men did she snuff out against these super-sexy melons? She lost count of how many men, aroused by her über-physique, she first fucked into oblivion and then crushed to a gruesome death against her boobs. In spite of her 18 years Bethany has more sexual expertise and experience than a Vegas hooker after a career in the industry. Even in the porn world, where she often features in snuff movies, she is notorious for her extreme nymphomaniac and sadistic tendencies. A brutal fucking machine. She sometimes rapes the whole film crew after a shot. When the editing is finished, some crew members end up in her private quarters where she fucks them to a gruesome death. Just to say: Bethany is a beast!

- Don't you wanna cheer for your girlfriend?

With visible pleasure Bethany closes her hand some more and kneads his balls in her vice-like grip making sure they don't pop--she meticulously works them just before bursting point. Matt gasps each time again from the sudden, intense pain. When she grabs his hair and savagely pulls his head backwards, Matt screams his lungs out, a loud high-pitched yell which goes lost in the audience's cheers for sexy Denise.

- That's what I thought. You can show a little more enthousiasm for your babe in the cage.

Matt's yelling becomes louder: he screams at the top of his voice when Bethany starts rolling his testicles in the palm of her hand, so close to squashing them one by one that Matt loses all self-control and is forced to give in to the gorgeous powerhouse. The pain in his balls and abdomen is excruciating. His screamings become frantic: he is in total panic. Agony is writ large over his face, drawn as a result of his horrific suffering. She huskily whispers:

- Scream, baby! You're utterly helpless in my expert hands. Wanna live?

Bethany does not wait for his answer. She releases his brutalized balls from her iron grip. Matt doubles over from the pain.

- Report to the president's office right after the fight. And you know what?

Matt looks up at the gorgeous bodybuilder.

- I might make it up to you and let you cum between my tits. Or suck the living daylights out of you. Or both. Anyway, it was a pleasure meeting you, Matt. I would love to continue our intimate conversation but I have other business to attend to. At least, these guys paid me a fortune to do them...

When she leaves, Matt can just catch a glimpse of her round, steel-hard bubble-butt, the pink thong playing sexily in her ass-crack. Her wide muscular back flares out from her tiny wasp waist in an impressive v-taper. Her broad ultra-muscular shoulders are so impressive, they would even look out-of-this-world on a male pro-bodybuilding champion. Here they are gracing the curvacious physique of the ultimate porn chick. When she sexily looks back over one of these striated shoulders, he can see she is stretching her tank top back over her busty chest. He notices she is roaring with laughter as she leaves into one of the back rooms with three half-naked submissive studs, slapping one on the butt.

--

Meanwhile, the voice continues...

[WittyKatarina]

Great continuation to the story!! I do have one question. What does a double hook somersault look like? I am try to picture Denise as she does this move.

great work Hero141!

[cdefan]

Great work as always! Your descriptions really bring Denise to life.

Good to see Bethany back, along with a whole troop of other muscle babes. Definitely want to learn more about this "Pentagon 7" and if all the girls are as deadly as Denise...

[cdefan]

...What does a double hook somersault look like? I am try to picture Denise as she does this move...

Katarina, I think a double hook somersault is a flip with two full twisting rotations before landing. It's very difficult to do.

[WittyKatarina]

Oh ok thank you cdefan. I can do basic moves like flickflacks or backhandsprings or how you do call them, but I could never do move like that! And thank you hero141 for writing such a great story!

[cdefan]

Wow Katarina, you can tumble? That's really cool. Very few women can do that. Where did you learn those moves? How many back handsprings in a row can you do?

[WittyKatarina]

I used to be dancer, that is where I learned backhandsprings. I can still do maybe 4 or 5 in a row.

[cdefan]

That's really cool Katarina. Very few adult women can do back handsprings.