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Default An Encounter with a Queen - Sheeva (Mortal Kombat) vs a human male

I don't believe I've posted this one yet. Written for an anonymous commissioner. More to come because it's too long for one post.

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In the basement of an otherwise unassuming house on Morgan Street, a young man was groaning, torn between pleasure and pain. With every pound of the mighty woman's hips down on his, with every slam, he groaned and felt his cock jump in her powerful vagina. He was shaking. He'd lost his load twice since the giant woman began to ride him into the bed, his cock throbbing and feeling like a toy her mighty vaginal muscles played with.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He cried out with every drop of her hips - While trying to hold on to every drop of his seed. He didn't dare release it, for fear that she would just get hornier and more forceful. It seemed like something like that would be impossible, considering the sheer force with which she was slamming her body down on his, but he would have assumed that it would be impossible for her to get more powerful the last time he'd spurted inside her, too, and the force with which her hips crushed his was proving that wrong.

"Yes, human!" The four-armed beast of a woman called out, as her muscles contracted around his cock. The sound of the mighty woman's pelvis pounding on his echoed out in the room. At this point, he was only holding back out of self-preservation, and a fear that any more arousal on her part would lead to her crushing his dick between her powerful vaginal muscles, "I am the queen! I am the goddess! I'm the perfect warrior!"

Her boasting, overblown and somewhat cheesy as it was, was also correct. She was, at least next to him, the perfect warrior. Never in his life had she felt so much power in a woman's body. Hell, he wouldn't have imagined he even COULD feel so much power in a woman's body, she was like a hammer coming down on his hips. A little bit in the back of his mind wondered if there would be long-term consequences of having his body crushed beneath her like this. A much larger bit, located in the more southern regions, didn't care. He had to cum, he had to fill her cunt with his seed. His balls pulled up, and he did, his shaft exploding in pleasurable waves as it began erupting inside her.

"GAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

He screamed, and the four-armed woman atop him roared, as another massive wave of seed erupted out of his cock, with the force of a water hose. He spurted again and again and again, filling up her vagina to bursting with streak after streak of his pouring seed. There were practically pints of it flooding inside her, and pouring out over their hips as a testament to the sheer force of his climax, and her power.

He felt like his cock was being put through a mechanical milker. It was incredible, every second lead to another spurt of seed pouring from his cock and balls deep into the mighty woman's muscular cunt. He felt like his balls were going to turn inside out from how hard and fast they were spurting into the mighty woman's cunt.

He screamed. A moment later, so did she. The sound echoed through the building, as she rode him through the night.


--------Two days later-------

Teddie was feeling pretty pleased with himself. His friend Tim was a highly touted, and fairly successful NCAA basketball player, and he was, while not necessarily winning by a mile, certainly holding his own against him in their game of one-on-one. Certainly Tim did seem a little bit off, but still, a guy who was considered NBA-caliber having an off day (even a VERY off day) was still an impressive player, and just keeping up with the guy was a pretty impressive feat.

It helped that he was an athlete himself, of course. They'd met at college (and were bit surprised to find they actually lived only one town away from each-other, since they'd ended up at Duke which was half a continent away from the Wisconsin suburbs they grew up in), and over summer breaks, they enjoyed coming back to town and testing each-other in their respective sports. Naturally, Tim usually won when they played ball and Teddie won when they wrestled.

Tim was, in fact, winning right now. The score was 19-20, though, and in a game to 21, that was a pretty good sign for Teddie. Yeah, he would probably lose, but frankly, in a game of one-on-one, this was a score he could be proud of. And while Tim was still on offense, and it was his turn, Teddie still planned on doing his best to take the game up over the 21-point mark. Frankly, just taking the game as far as he had was impressive, but he always considered it a win if he could take Tim past the 21. Especially if, like this time, he didn't need to rely on getting a few lucky runs of makes and re-taking to do it.

Teddie bounced the ball over to Tim, and nodded.

"Alright, big guy," he smiled. Tim was, in fact, only two inches taller than him, but his impressively large hair made him look even taller, "See if you can put it away!"

"Oh, you are in TROUBLE now!" Tim grinned, and bounced the ball a couple times, before faking to the left, and then darting right so fast that he was practically at the hoop before Teddie even saw him move. Teddie had to turn around quick to rush to block the shot, sprinting behind his friend and leaping up, hand outstretched, as Tim did the same, going up for a game-winning dunk.

There was no way that Teddie was going to get to him in time to stop the shot, he may have been quick and athletic, but Tim knew what he was doing. Unfortunately, he did get to him in time to crash into Tim's back as he drove the ball down over the rim, colliding with him and sending Tim stumbling forward from the force of their bodies smacking together.

Teddie did the same, turning to fall on the grass, and twisting to land on his back.

"Damn, Tim, you're on FIRE tonight!" Teddie laughed.

Tim, though, wasn't laughing. He groaned, holding his side, "Man, you gotta go that hard? You think ya LeBron or somethin'?" Tim sat up, wincing, and clutching his side, then shot Teddie a smile to make sure he knew there were no hard feelings, "Go look in the mirror, Ted, you ain't LeBron, you ain't even black!"

Ted laughed, "Yeah, yeah. Seriously, man, you okay?"

Tim nodded, "Yeah, it's all good, man," he said, as Teddie helped him to his feet, clutching his side, "Yeah, I just got my torso a bit banged up the other night, no big."

Teddie looked a lot more worried than Tim, "No big, dude? Sounds like it hurts pretty bad."

"Yeah," Tim nodded, "Yeah, the medic lady said probably bruised my ribs. Gonna have to sit out a few games, but it's all good."

Teddie was blown away, "Sit out a few games? Dude, aren't you declaring for the draft this year?"

Tim shrugged, "Yeah, well, yaknow," he grinned, "It was worth it, though."

"Worth costing you a high pick? That bruised rib coulda cost you a million bucks, man."

Tim laughed, "Hey, bet's a bet, and if it worked out, I woulda been a million bucks richer anyway."

"Did it work?"

"Nah, man, got my ass kicked," he laughed, "Hell, I'm surprised my ribs didn't get snapped in half. Or my damn pelvis, that girl was crazy!"

Teddie blinked, "A girl did this to you?"

Tim shrugged, "Yeah, man, pretty much," he grinned.

"Sounds like a big girl," Teddie was skeptical.

"She was huge, man, she was bigger than Jackie!"

Jackie was the center on the college basketball team. Teddie has his doubts about that, "Yeah, sure she was," he shrugged, "So, what's this bet you made anyway."

"Ah, simple bet. Like, this sorta half-wrestling, half-sex contest deal. Go around with the babe on the mats, then go around with the babe in the bedroom."

"And?"

"Told ya," Tim laughed, "Got my ass kicked. Both times. Tossed me around on the mat like a ragdoll then road me like my dick was a $500 dildo and she wanted to get her money's worth in one go."

"Sounds like you weren't doing so well."

Tim gave him a confident smile, and then winced as he held his side, "Don't get too cocky, Ted, she'da whipped you too."

That annoyed Teddie a little, "Hold on, Tim, maybe she's a hard fuck, but just 'cause she tossed you around wrestling doesn't mean she'd do the same to me. I'm a wrestler, I know how to wrestle."

"Not how to wrestle her ya don't," Tim grinned, "I'm tellin' ya, man, she'd whip ya."

Teddie considered it for a moment, "Where does this million dollar thing come in?"

"Half in the wrestlin', half in the sex," Tim answered.

"And do I pay her if I lose?"

"Nah, she ain't a bitch like that. I think she just puts the money out 'cause most guys would be too scared otherwise."

Teddie had his doubts on that, he knew plenty of guys who were overconfident. There was a girl on the wrestling team back in highschool, and while she wasn't as good as him, there were plenty of dumbasses who went out of their weightclass to fight her out of some ridiculous macho ego.

"Well," Teddie shrugged, "I could always use $500,000."

"Yeah," Tim answered, and gave him his sideways smirk, "So why don't ya go down to the convenience store and grab a lotto ticket, you got a better chance that way."

"Yaknow, Tim, I think I'm gonna have to take her up on this just for that comment. Can’t have some lanky ball guy thinking he can wrestle better than me."

Tim laughed. Tim was a jovial guy in general, and he certainly seemed in a good enough mood. Eh, what the hell, he was probably underestimating him anyway.

"You got a number?" Ted asked.

"Sure thing, man. Just sayin', though, I'm not worried, but you might wanna be careful she doesn't bruise you up too bad."

Ted rolled his eyes as Tim handed him the number.

"She's definitely a girl, though, yeah? And I mean, like, she's not got a dick, right? And she's not gonna, like, wanna rail me with a strap-on or somethin'?"

"Nah, nothin' like that," Tim answered, "But man, just hope you aren't too proud of yaself in the sex department, or you'll wish she would."

Ted rolled his eyes as he looked down at the paper with the number on it.

-------That night-------

As the sun set behind the suburban home, Ted looked down at the number again. The whole situation felt a little more REAL, now. He was a little nervous, Tim was a sturdy guy, if she banged him up like that, she would have to be in pretty good shape. Then again, well, Tim may have been a sturdy guy, but he wasn't a wrestler. Ted was, and a damn good one at that. He knew to respect female wrestlers, but he also knew that he was one of the best in his weight class, and unless this woman had some pretty real training, he'd probably be better than most any weight class.

He dialed the phone, and soon, it began to ring.

"Hello," a voice answered calmly.

"Hey, uh, I got your number from a friend, and he said that, uh, you were interested in, you know, uh... A bet?"

"I see. So you're looking for sex, is that it?"

"Um..." Ted stammered nervously.

"It's not just sex you know," the woman on the other end said, "If you're looking for a little light groping and then a roll in the sheets, that's not what you'll find. We're only interested in serious athletes, do you understand?"

"Yeah..." Ted said softly, "I mean, I'm an athlete, I'm a wrestler. My friend Tim said-"

"Just a minute. Tring to remember. Tim. Tinsley? 6'4, dark skin, hair like someone was growing a giant bush on his head?"

Teddie hadn't actually heard it put that way, but eventually said "Ah, yeah... Yeah, that's him," he acknowledged, "So like, does that change anything?"

"I'll check," the woman said. There was silence from the other end of the line. Well, mostly silence. There was something that sounded like either a person talking, or walking along gravel, and then, "Yes, that sounds good. It'll be good to have you. When do you want to come?"

Ted laughed a little at the double-meaning there, and then answered, "Uh, I dunno. Does... Tomorrow work? I mean, it's kind of up t-"

"Tomorrow is good. Seven PM."

"Isn't that a bit late?"

"You won't be going home before sunrise. You won't want to."

She sounded very confident saying that, so confident that it was a little concerning. Sure, she was confident on the phone before, but now it was just unsettling. Still, he had to go through with it now, so...

"Great! I'll see you then," he responded, hoping he sounded as confident as she did. He was a wrestler, and he knew he could do well, but damn, Tim WAS in pretty good shape. How badly could this woman have bullied him?


"I look forward to it," she responded, "I'm Louisa."

"I'm Ted. I probably said that," he blushed. He was a big guy, and a handsome one. Most people would expect this to mean he was fairly confident around women, but nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, he had never actually been that good at the dating scene. Then again, she couldn't see him, so maybe he didn't need to be embarrassed. Then again, she definitely WOULD see him soon.

Of course, they were going into this PLANNING on sex happening. It's not like she wasn't going to see a lot of him, and he'd probably need to screw up pretty badly not to see a lot of her. He didn't know what she looked like yet, he supposed, but then again, she didn't know what he looked like. And Tim was a playful guy, but he wouldn't prank him into a sex thing which he wouldn't enjoy.

After a few more moments of quiet, he continued, "Yeah, uh, sorry. I'm just not good with names. Or, uh, words in general, really. If you can text me the address, yeah, I'll be there," and then, before even waiting for an answer, he hung up.

A couple minutes later, an address came up on the messages. It was a bit out of the way, he hadn't expected that, but then again, Tim would probably have been willing to drive way out there for a million dollars. And he was certainly happy to drive out there for a few hundred thousand.

(Probably more, really. He may not have been good at TALKING to women, but frankly, as an athlete and a handsome man, the women he met were often not primarily interested in talking.)

----The Next Day---


Ted stopped his car outside the address he'd been given. This whole thing was... Well, weird, he had to admit. He should have been suspicious. He should have been more suspicious considering how far out in the country it was, but frankly, he doubted that anything too serious would happen. He sighed, stopped his car, and sent a reply text to the number.

"I'm here," he messaged.

"Knock on the door," the message came back.

He got out of his house, and started up the path. The grass around was a little overgrown, but the path was almost suspiciously neat. It was like people didn't go up it very much. Maybe the woman was new? Well, new, but hadn't had a chance to cut the lawn, perhaps. Well, he wasn't sure. How long had this woman been here, anyway? He didn't go to this part of the town, much, he didn't know how long she would have been here before now. Not that this was really that serious of an issue in any case, he was just curious.

He finally got to the door. If he was any judge, it was heavier than he had expected. He looked at the text again, and furrowed his brows as he rang the bell.

There was a sound of what could have been an angry dog, and then the door opened. A large woman opened the door. She had a set of nurse's scrubs on, and long blonde hair.

"Hi, I'm Louisa," she said. "Do come in."

The door opened to reveal a largely empty looking room. It was a living room, sure, it just had a strange feel to it, as if it was a room that had had very little living done in it. There was a TV, a couch and an easy chair, but everything looked very clean, as if no one had been in to use them at all.

"Ah, so, is this your home?" He asked, hoping it sounded conversational and pleasant.

"No," she answered with a smile.

"Oh?" He asked, "Ah, you just use it for this?"

"No," the woman answered, "It's not MY house. It's your opponent's."

He blinked, "I'm... Wait, you're not wreslting me?"

The woman laughed, "No, I'm just here to make sure you don't get hurt. Your opponent can get... Kind of rough," she laughed.

He could only blink at the idea. This woman in front of him was six feet tall and one of the most well-built women he'd met. He could see it under her scrubs, there was real power. And she wasn't the opponent? Who could be more dangerous than her?

How much trouble was he IN, here?

"Ah, then, uh, where is she...?" He asked.

The woman smiled, "She's in the basement. She likes it better down there. She prefers it in the dark."

Jeez, what was this woman? Was she a woman, or a monster? The way the muscular nurse talked, at least, sounded like she was some sort of beast.

"OK," he gulped, not wanting to anger the large woman - And wondering how much larger the woman down below would be.

He soon got his answer, as the door opened. He felt like he was entering the lair of a dragon. With each step down the staircase, he half-expected to see a princess chained to the wall, or, at the very least, a large chainsaw - But no. There was nothing like that at all. The basement was just, well, a basement. There were some mats on the floor for wrestling, and the walls had been painted, but otherwise, it seemed largely empty. He swallowed. There was a door, in the back. Was that where his opponent was?

If it was, he didn't like the sounds coming from it.

"Uh, I AM wrestling a woman, right?"

"Of course," the nurse answered.

"I mean, like, a REAL woman," he said, and then paused, Not that - I mean, not that I have a problem, you know, with women who are... It's just, ah, I mean, I don't want to have any bits up my... You know, up my bits," he blushed.

"Oh, yes, she's been a woman the whole time, if that's what you're asking," the nurse responded.

Teddie nodded, "I mean, it's just... Like, it sounds like..." He considered how to continue, "Ah, well, I mean. Like. Just. You know. If she's that much bigger than you, well... Look, from what I'm hearing in there, it sounds like she's not even human."

"Well," The nurse laughed, "I said she was a woman. I don't... RECALL saying that she was human."

Teddie swallowed. Run away?

"She's in her weightlifting room. Why don't you see if you can sneak a peak?"

The nurse gestured to the door. Teddie stepped forward.

Teddie approached the door, slowly, and cracked it open, placing his eye against the little sliver of light. Inside, he could see a creature unlike anything he had ever seen...

She was a woman, yes, a woman with nut-brown skin and muscles like tree limbs. And limbs were an easy thing to think of when he saw her. This woman had four arms, two of which were lifting weights, while the other two pulled her up repeatedly on a chin-up bar set into the ceiling of the basement. Teddie was overwhelmed by a mix of fear and excitement at the sight of her. She hadn't turned to look at him, so he could see the way the muscles of her back rippled under her skin as she lifted herself to the bar.

He felt his own arousal grow. She was naked, her skin coated with a light sheen of sweat that let him see the contours of her back. Her back muscles were like a topographic map of man-killing force, he would probably be forced to cum just grinding it. Hell, he would cum if he stared at it too long. He could see her round butt tighten and slacken as she lifted herself repeatedly. It was covered with a thin layer of sweat that caught the light, which made it shimmer and gleam like a globe of the world.

"H-holy fuck..." Teddie whispered.

He let the door fall open and moved toward her, the rhythmic sound of her feet hitting the floor like a tribal drum. The closer he got to her, the more details he could see. He felt like a moth being drawn to a flame, knowing it could burn but unable to bring himself to draw back. The evidence of her effort was clear on her, the way her muscles were intricately mapped out in bumps and ridges of flesh, the way she glistened with effort, a light sheen of sweat coating her body like baby oil.

But oh, there was danger in that body. He could see it. He could practically smell it, and not just because he recognized the scent of someone working out. No, everything about how she moved told him he was in serious trouble.

He coughed lightly, "Are those, ah... Are those fake?"

The woman stopped, dropped from the bar, and turned around. She flexed the lower pair of arms.

"Do they look fake to you?" She asked, pride in her voice as she showed off her power. He swallowed. No, he had to admit, no they didn't look fake. They looked as real and vicious as any other pair.

"Strip," she commanded, in a voice that he had to stop himself from obeying on pure instinct.

"I can’t, I, ah," he blushed, "I forgot... My wrestling gear in the car."

"You will not need it," the imperious woman informed him, "We will fight naked. And you will lose naked," she said, the tone of voice implying that that was the only plausible result.

He couldn't help being a LITTLE annoyed at that. Yes, she was a powerful and impressive woman, for sure, he wasn't denying that. But she couldn't just dismiss him, act like this was going to be an easy contest, right? Even if it was... Well, he didn't like the attitude, that was all. He didn't like the way she was approaching this.

But he didn't object. Instead, he gave a bit of a playful, competitive smile "I might win naked," he grinned.

"Unlikely" she answered simply.

She stepped forward. She stepped right into his personal face. She was a giantess, in every possible way. She was as muscular as she was massive, and while she was gorgeous from behind, she was no less impressive from the front. Indeed, even more so.

"And," a bit of him thought as his eyes drifted down between her legs, "There are TWO rounds to this contest..."

And indeed, she was clearly just as well equipped for the second round as well. He had never seen a muscular vagina. He'd never even really had an idea what it would mean to say a vagina LOOKED 'muscular' or 'powerful,' but looking down between her legs, all his questions were answered. Her pussy was, quite simply, intimidating to look at. Its thick lips seemed almost purple, and the passage behind, dripping with a mix of sweat and feminine juices that implied she found weightlifting as erotic as cock-riding, seemed almost to bulge. Not like a cock, no, rather, in a way that implied there were muscles down there that were straining against her skin, just like her abs and biceps were.

He wasn't sure what he should do.

No, scratch that, he WAS sure. He just didn't want to do it.

What he SHOULD do was back away from the fight. Try to find a way out. Sure, he was a good wrestler, but Tim was an athlete, too, and Tim had gotten dominated. And unlike Tim, Teddie didn't have the expectation of being a highly recruited future NBA star to fall back on. He would have to just try to keep going, and getting injured would NOT be good for him.

On the other hand, well... Fucking hell, just LOOK at her. She was like power incarnate. Seven feet tall with muscles the size of monster truck wheels. He was agog at the shear mass of this woman.

And besides. He may have been a smart guy, and a practical guy, but he was also a competitor. Deep down, he was someone who craved competition. It was what drove him to play one-on-one games with the most highly scouted player in the state. And a woman like her... How could he NOT take up the competition?

'Simple,' a part of him answered, 'Just say you don't want to. Say you've changed your mind. Say you have erectile dysfunction or something, just avoid getting your ribs busted by a woman with biceps like boulders!'

'And you'll never get a second chance,' another part of him replied, 'She won't pick up the phone again. You're in the prime of your career. And maybe you probably won't win. But what if you DID? What if you COULD? And even if you can't, what type of wrestler are you if you admit it without trying?'

The two instincts warred, and in the end, the competitor won. He may be making the wrong choice, but it was a wrong choice he'd only get one chance to make. He (probably) had a long life ahead of him either way. That was a lot of chances to unmake a mistake. But he was only getting one chance to make it in the first place.

"Ah, let's, uh," he backed away from her, trying not to show how intimidated he was, "Let's get on the mats. You want me to get on the mats, right? We'll wrestle there," he nodded.

"Strip," she repeated, "Wrestle me with all you have. I will not have you clothed on the mats. I am giving you five seconds."

"Best do what she says," the nurse teased, "She's not used to being disobeyed."

"Huh?" Teddie blinked.

"Five," the massive woman started.

"What are you on about, lady? I'm not even on the mats!" He objected.

"Four," the woman repeated, "And you may call me Sheeva, Queen of the Shokan. You may call me mistress. But do not call me lady."

"Sheeva?"

"Three," Sheeva answered.

"But I'm not ON THE MATS!" He objected.

"Uh, look down~" The nurse said, in a bit of a singsong voice. Teddie looked down.

He realized his feet were, indeed, on the edge of the wrestling mats just as Sheeva said 'One'

"WAIT!" He said, not knowing what she would do.

"Zero," she answered with a smile, and he quickly found out.
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I can't wait for the next part! Great plot so far.
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As Teddie soon felt, it was almost impossible to get Sheeva to 'Wait' if she wanted to do something. As soon as she said 'Zero,' she had leaped in the air, and grabbed the beams of her basement's ceiling. She used that to launch herself bodily at him.

It wasn't a kick, the way they collided. Yes, her feet - Or at least shins - Hit him first, but she wasn't kicking him. Instead, she was just sending her weight crashing against him, and practically daring him to try to do something to stop it.

He tried. But it was not a task he would be able to succeed at. Soon, he was buried beneath her, as the mighty woman straddled his face, her muscular vagina pressing up against his moth and nose. He could see deep into that hole, between her mighty thighs, and feel the juices of arousal drip on his face. He grunted as her weight settled down on him. Not completely, no, that would likely have crushed his skull like a grape, but enough that he could feel the pressure of her body crushing in on him

.And oh, up close, how powerful that mighty cunt of hers looked. How it loomed over him, dominating his senses as his eyes were drawn into the chasm of it. Dark. Wet. Muscular, and full of rippling purple walls. He groaned, his breath making her lips seem to shiver, as he felt her body lean forward and a pair of hands grip onto his pants and start to pull.

He felt her fingers dig into the wasitband of his pants, and then, she pulled. There was no 'removing' the clothing here, the fabric would have to either rip, or develop the ability to spontaneously phase through human flesh so that it could be removed.Naturally, if unfortunately, it chose the former, and there was a loud tearing sound as the mighty woman ripped the cloth clean from his form, his pants tearing away from him.

Then, another groan as he felt her hands dig into the sides of his underwear, and then, more tearing sounds. He felt the cool of the basement on his cock. Then he felt her weight on his face increase, her wet pussy mashing against his mouth and nose even more, her scent growing stronger. He just struggled to breath, trying not to choke, as she dig and used her weight to smother him.

Strands of drool fell from her vagina and onto his face, he could tell she was enjoying this as she slithered her wet hole over his nose and mouth. Then he felt her fingers close around his ankles, and pull up his legs towards her face. Her whole body shifted forward and her crotch fell over his fac, spreading his mouth and nose with her musky, wet flesh while she started to untie his shoes with her free hands.


It was messy. It was exciting. It was erotic. It was incredible.

His shoes were off in a few seconds, and then it was down to his socks. She didn't rip them off. She bit the tips, and then started to slowly pull her head back, her teeth sinking into the Merino wool as she slowly pulled it off. He would have thought she would find it demeaning, but when someone was this powerful, this graceful, and this in-control, you couldn't imagine anything demeaning them. He groaned as she did the same on the other side, wrapping her lips around his foot, and he even felt her give a light suck and lick, like she was giving the cloth-covered foot a blowjob, before she started to pull back. He felt his shaft stiffen. IF this was how she was going to approach blowjobs, all he could say was he hoped it wouldn't be part of a sex contest. He felt pure force as she started to pull his foot from his sock...

...And once it was clear, she started what felt like a full-on blowjob on his foot, her tongue twisting around his big toe, in the cracks of the rest, then suck him like a... well, like his entire foot was a massive cock. The bare flesh was getting soaked with her spit and bobbed in & out and it just made him feel like a fucking subject to a queen. He tried harder to force her off, his nose filled with the sticky scent of her arousal, as she ground her crotch into his face and took advantage of his pinned position to show him both her power and her sexuality.

For most women sucking a foot like this would be degrading.

She was clearly not most women. She was not lowering herself to worshipping his foot, she was showing him how dirty, how messy, and how forcefully sexual she could be. It was putting the fear of sex into him, and leaving him shudder as his shaft swelled up to its full size. He even felt her push the toes into the back of her throat for a moment, before she pulled her head off, her spit now pouring down his calves and ankles.

His entire lower body was stripped down.

And she was not done.

She turned around, leaving him groaning, and stared down at him, straddling his torso.

"W-wait... I thought... The match wasn't started yet?" He asked, almost helplessly as she stared hungrily at him.

"No," she said, "And you are not nude," and with that, she leaned in, and grabbed at his shirt, pulling at it powerfully with all four hands. The fabric stood as much of a chance against her arms as his cock would against her mouth if her work on his foot was anything to judge by, and it quickly ripped with a sound like canvas ripping. In seconds, Teddie's shirt was in four pieces. He was nude, and she was standing over him. He could see the saliva on her thick dark lips, and groaned. She looked like a predator. He wondered how she was planning on preying on him.

After a second, she grabbed his head, and pulled it up for a crushing kiss. Her tongue swiftly slipped into his mouth, and quickly began a forceful assault on his tongue. It slipped deep, like she was trying to gag him, and he felt two arms on his back, another hand in his hair, and a fourth rubbing his pectoral muscles. He felt like a piece of meat as she assaulted his mouth, and finally, she pulled off, her lips and tongue wrapping around his own like they would a cock, and sucking as she slowly drew back. He was left gasping for air, saliva dripping down his chin as she slowly rubbed his chest with her palm, staring down at him.

"This," she told him, "Is what true power looks like. This is what you are up against," she stood up, and stared down at him. Her muscles rippled menacingly under her dark flesh as she stared him down, and he looked up at the image of pure muscular dominance above him. This WAS certainly true power, he couldn't deny that. She was the most powerful creature he'd ever seen, every inch of her four arms rippling with muscles, and her large breasts and musclebound cunt reminding him of what he was to her right now. A dildo with a heartbeat.

He'd just need to make himself more by outwrestling her, prove to her she was not all powerful, that even at half her size he could fight back, and maybe... Maybe he'd show her that he could dominate just as well as she could, or at least fend her off.

"Your cock is hard," she told him with a smirk. "Looking up at me, you see a woman that could break you with only a pinky. Looking up at me, you are scared. But your cock is hard. It knows my power, it knows my strength, and it is drawn to it. You really think you can resist me? You aren't my equal, not in the ring or in bed, you prove it with how your cock salutes my superiority already, before the battle has even begun," she crossed all four of her arms and flexed, causing him to stare at her muscles.

"Hey!" He growled, "You wanted to wrestle, then you jumped me and stripped me before I was ready. I'm not intimidated by you, and I'm only horny because you... You were kissing me and grinding on me like a stripper!"

Her superior attitude was pissing him off, although he was sure she wouldn't abdie by him responding to her like that. To his surprise though, she just laughed at his anger, and leaned forward. He was shaking in what he had to admit WAS fear, but he looked back in her eyes defiantly.

"You aren't aroused by powerful women? You don't WANT to just lie back and be a weak little bitchtoy of a man for me?" She demanded, two arms on her knees, the other two held back and carefully positioned to show off her muscles, "You sound so sure of that, little man, but I think you're hiding your true desires. And we both know it."

"I'm not!" He objected, "Shut up, I want to fight you!"

She laughed, "If that's the case," the mighty woman asked, "Then why haven't you stood up to do it?"

The question cut him to the core. She was right. He could have stood up at any point. She wasn't holding him down, she wasn't pinning him, she was simply standing over him, and he could have stood up whenever he wanted. But he hadn't. He'd stayed down, let her mock him. As if she was right that this was what he wanted.

Quickly, and with as much dignity as he could, he stood up, staring her in the eye. She didn't move. She was showing him she didn't need to, and as powerful as she was, it made him almost think he did.

But he didn't. He didn't back down. They were here to wrestle, and the fact that a medical professional was provided meant that, somehow, she wanted to make sure he didn't get TOO badly hurt in the contest. He was going to show her she was wrong, he was a wrestler, a fighter, a MAN!

"I just..." He tried to think of a response that wouldn't sound like he was making excuses, but there were still some fights he knew he couldn't win. Instead, he glared at her with what he hoped was an intimidating air.

The mighty woman laughed a deep, hearty laugh, "Good," she said, "I don't want you to let me. It's more fun if I do it on my own," she flexed her muscles. His cock flexed on its own at the sight of her body, but he managed to calm himself, staring her down, and raising his hands to grapple with her. The way she raised her hands reminded him that there were four to his two, and this might be a challenge.

Still, he stepped forward. HE wouldn't back down. It would be difficult, but he'd do it. He reached out his arms, and grabbed hers. She would almost certainly overpower him, muscle-to-muscle, but he'd be able to find out by exactly how much, and that would let him counter and plan for the match. That was the thing about wrestling, it wasn't all over in a second, it was about figuring out your opponent's weakness and exploiting it. Of course, in this case, his weakness seemed to be that she had a lot more arms, but that wasn't too big a problem. There was one wrestler he'd known who was missing one arm entirely, and he'd been vicious on the mats.

So he pushed, tensing his thighs to add power to the grapple. Her hands grasped his, squeezing until his knuckles were white with tension, but he didn't relent. They began to push back and forth, as his arms tried to stretch hers out to either side, but he was no match for her strength. She pushed him backwards, and started to stretch his arms out as well. Her lower arms reached down and grabbed his hips, pushing there as well, forcing him back with pure power. Damn, it was like wrestling a spider, if spiders could bench four hundred pounds. Her muscles were massive, and her aggression had him gasping. He did his best, but soon, he was almost pushed off the mat.

"What," he grunted, "What happens if you push me off...?" He asked, trying to avoid it.

"Don't worry," She laughed, "I won't," and then, he felt her suddenly twist, and toss him forward, sending him down towards the mats. He barely got his hands out in time to protect his face, and he grunted as his chest hit the floor. A moment later, he felt her thighs around his back, pressing in against his torso. She had him in a bodyscissors from behind, and her hand grabbed into his hair and tugged.

"AAAGHH!" He cried out as she forcefully bullied him, crushing his torso with her thighs while tugging on his head. He wouldn't submit, but damn this woman was a bitch, she wasn't just outwreslting him, she was treating him like a toy. The flat of her hand struck his ass, and then again, harder. He shuddered, trying to crawl away, but her thighs kept him in place. Her grip on his skull did as well, as one hand slapped him, one hand tugged his hair, and the other two held his arms back.

He writhed around, trying to get away, as the hand kept striking his ass. It wasn't working. It was all he could do not to cry. But he wasn't crying, he was gasping and crawling, but not crying. She was treating him like a toy, but he wasn't showing his weakness, he wasn't submitting to her. She laughed at him, held him down, and then forced his head forward, grinding his face into the mat like a bully in a schoolyard. It was demeaning and horrible, but she didn’t break him.

Instead, once she pulled back on his hair enough for him to look back at her, he glared, "Is this... Really... Your idea of fighting?" He taunted, "I'm not going to submit to a spanking and a facerub!"

And he was, genuinely, pissed off at the attack. How dare she invite him to grapple and treat him like this?

She, meanwhile, seemed pleased with his refusal to give in to her, and, with a massive smile, she suddenly released him from her scissors, her leg releasing him from her thighs and hips, and stood up.

"Well done. You really might be worth my time, then," the massive woman said.

He shot back up to his feet, glaring at her, "I AM worth your time! I'm an NCAA All-American! You're just some big musclefreak with four arms and no goddamn sense! You want to wrestle, fine, you want to give me a challenge, fine, you want to throw me around the basement like a damn ragdoll? Do it if you can," he stared up at her, not quite eye-to-eye considering the height difference, but he certainly felt like it, "But do NOT treat me as a joke, do NOT treat me as if I'm nothing. If you're woman enough to beat me, do it, and if all you are is a big dumb bully, then step back and let me leave, because I came for a challenge, not a fucking joke!"

She stood event taller, looking down at him from her height, "I have killed men, you know," she rumbled. Even the nurse seemed a little worried.

"Did you do it with boredom?" He shot back, "Because that's the only threat you've shown me so far."

It was a whole lot of attitude to give a woman the size of a mountain. He didn't know where it came from, but the fury of a warrior scorned was a powerful force. He glared at her for a few moments, before the realization of what he did hit him. He had just snapped at a woman who could break him like a twig.

He stepped back.

One hand of hers reached out, grabbed the back of his head, and stopped him. They stared, faces inches away for a moment, and he realized just how massive she was. He opened his mouth to say something.

"I-" He started, when her mouth shoved against his, and her tongue forced its way into his mouth. She quickly dominated his entire head with her mouth and tongue, forcing him closer to her, her tongue bullying his. It drove deep in his throat, and she was so large it was practically down his throat. He began to gag, before she withdrew it, and shoved it in his mouth again. So much muscle, so much force, she was using his mouth as a cunt. He was nothing to her but a pair of lips and a throat for her to use for now.

Then, over the slurping sounds of her domination of his mouth, he heard her chuckle. and pull back, "I've been looking for a man with some fight in him for a while. You're mine tonight, boy."

He panted, saliva dripping down his chin after the sensations that had flooded through his mouth. She had been so wet, so dominating, so violent, so... Incredible. He stared back, fire still in his eyes, and she gave him a small smile, before stepping back, ready to wrestle him with all she had. And he was ready to make her work as hard as he could.

And so he stepped forward again, arms out and ready to wrestle this powerful woman. She may have been bigger, but she wasn't going to dominate him, she wasn't going to intimidate him. As unlikely as it sounded, he knew he would be able toput up at least enough of a fight to impress her. To earn her... Respect? Well, he had that it seemed, not that her respect was necessarily a safe thing to have. She was dangerous, and she seemed to get off on a challenge of two warriors, on the idea of him and his cock challenging her despite the size advantage. Probably she was just looking for anyone who could stand up to her might, and the fact he was willing an able was enough to get her to acknowledge him as a worthy opponent.

But he had the heart of a fighter, and he wanted more than to simply be a worthy opponent. He wanted to win. He stepped up, wrapping one hand around her neck and grabbing her elbow with the other, twisting it behind her back in an attempt to get a submission out of her. She seemed surprised by his aggression, and it let him get the hold on, but it wasn't enough for him to actually do much with it. The thing about pulling someone into a hammerlock was that usually, there was only one arm on that side, you didn't need to worry about getting hit because the other couldn't reach back.

In Sheeva's case, he wasn't so lucky, as he felt a thick, powerful hand wrap around his shaft and give it a good, hearty squeeze. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time, Sheeva's hands both crushed, and massaged. He grunted, and tried to yank up on her wrist, pulling on the shoulder joint.

"Gah!" The mighty woman grunted, and then squeezed harder on his cock.

"Agggghhhhh!" He groaned, "F-fuck!" But he kept pulling.

"I can wrench hard, too," she growled, "You want me to pull harder."

He thought about the question. He thought about the awesome power in her body. And then he thought about the fact that she was, in fact, intending to fuck him later. He called her bluff.

"Sure, let's see who gives up first!" He growled, and pulled again. The thing about having four arms was that it seemed to make this hold that much more painful as muscles and tendons stretched even as she squeezed down. He was in so much pain he could swear he could see stairs, but he kept tugging. He hoped he was right. He wished he could see the look in the nurse's eye to judge if he was, but he couldn't see much through the tears as he gritted his teeth to avoid screaming from the pain.

"You've got... A lot of balls..." Sheeva growled.

With bravado driven by pain and adrenaline, Teddie answered "You have... A lot of arms... Seems fair..." He grunted, and tugged again. She squeezed down, and his whole world flashed white from the pain.

He heard a pained and struggling gasp that told him that hers had too. After a few more moments of pulling and agony, he heard a light cough from the corner where the nurse sat. It wasn't a loud cough, and it wasn't an explicit objection, but it was a clear signal that the two warriors should probably back off before one of them got hurt.

Considering the relative sensitivity of the parts at risk, Teddie was willing to listen.

Sheeva was too, apparently, because she flashed her broad teeth in an expression something between a pained smile and a cruel grin.

"I think Louie is worried about us," Sheeva asked, "Are you worried, human?"

"Yeah," he answered with a low grunt, "I don't want to cripple you."

"Sheeva," Louisa's voice was more stern now, "You two are at a stalemate. You should BOTH release, and get back to a neutral position. Besides, this isn't exactly the sort of test of endurance you want to declare yourself winner through, is it? Wouldn't you both rather have found a more dominant position so that we know that the submission wasn't just lasting longer in a stalemate?"

Louisa may have been a bit protective, but she was smart. Both of them were born competitors, and Teddie wanted his win to be undisputable. He could win like this. Well, maybe, if she didn't pulp his package, he could maybe get her to tap, but he would prefer to win in a way where there wasn't a doubt that he had been the victor. Slowly, as if dealing with dangerous animals, the two grapplers released their holds on each-other and stepped back, glaring with a fire that said, in both eyes, "I know I was about to beat you."

And the thing about people like them, real fighters, is that both of them were sure they were right. He was sure she would have seen that he wouldn't give up and wouldn't dare hurt his shaft. She would be sure the pain was too great for him to keep going. Frankly, it was impossible to truly know which one of them was right, but this match was going to be be decided more... Convincingly, anyway, and that was the real exciting thing.

He stepped back, and looked her over. She was covered in sweat, which made her thick skin glisten, but it wasn't clear if that was anything he'd had something to do with, since she'd been sweating before they started. He, meanwhile, was certainly feeling the pressure of the match, his sweat and his arousal were both clear to anyone who cared to look. And while she may have tried to disguise the fact that she was, she was clearly looking.

"Still hard," she smiled, "Do you get off on your cock being crushed?"

"Oh, is that what you were doing?" He asked, "I thought that was a handjob."

It was bravado... Though it honestly HAD been one of the most arousing experiences of his life, and he was looking forward to continuing the match if only to see if she was going to try any more tricks like that. Or if she would try to use his arousal against him. After the intense, exciting,a nd yet emasculating kisses, he couldn't say he wouldn't like to have his arousal used against him. She could probably use it pretty well.

"No, it was an attack," she smirked, "Trust me, if I wanted your cum, you would have coated me with it."

He smirked back, "I bet after you tap you'll tell me you just didn't want to win, either," he said with a laugh, "Too proud to admit I'm winning. And too weak to win yourself~"

He didn't know what was driving him to push her so hard, mock her so much. Maybe it was that kiss, maybe it was her strength, maybe he liked that she could, in all likelihood, actually break his arms with little more than a flex if she wanted to. But for some reason, he just wanted to push her until she snapped, he wanted to fight her with everything, even if it was more than he could likely take. He wanted to prove himself, and to feel her do the same.

"Let's go, human," she said confidently, "Tonight, I will teach you respect."

She stepped forward, and reached out to grab his wrist, but he was ready, pulling his arm back, then rushing at her. She countered by simply stepping back, and then reaching out, grabbing his arm, twisting, and forcing him down on his front. He felt her pull his arms back. Her other two arms went under his chin, and her hips straddled his back. She gave a powerful pull, arching him back and holding him down.

He could feel his spine compressing under the pull. Fuck, she was as strong as an oxe, and he felt like the plow being dragged through the field by her strength. He felt the urge to tap out, to submit, but the only pain worse than what she inflicted would be the humiliation if he acknowledged it. He wouldn't admit to her being stronger than him, not yet. He had pride, and he wasn't going to let her think that she was better than him. Instead, he took a deep breath, grit his teeth, and tried to pull forward with all of his strength.

Finally, and he wasn't even sure how, but somehow he managed to twist and pull just enough to kick back against her leg. He couldn't see how he managed it, but it must have been effective, based on how she grunted and released him from the hold for a moment, leaving him a chance to drop to the ground and scramble away. The pain in his back was excruciating, and his arm felt numb but he ignored it as best as he could. He had to regain the upper hand, he didn't know how he could, but he had to find a way somehow.

She didn't jump him right away, instead standing up from the position she was in on the ground. She wanted it even. So did he. There was honor in combat and neither of them would be willing to denigrate it by using a cheap trick to win. If she released him, she would let him stand. He would do the same.

Well, he hoped. Frankly, he didn't know what would happen. Only that both of them were going to go all-out.

Her skin looked gorgeous. It was thick, it had a few bits that almost looked like it was armor, but it glistened in the low light of the basement. muscle packed on top of muscle. As powerful looking as he was, she was even more so. As ripped as he was, she was larger. And yeht, the key was that they were both warriors, and that transcended body type, or even (apparently) species.

But could his determination transcend her size advantage?A s a wrestler, he knew what even a few pounds could do in a fight, and she had a hundred and fifty at least over him. Goddamnit, he wasn't going to let her intimidate him, but she was a clearly and undeniably powerful woman. He tried to focus, and the two of them started to circle a little faster, watching for any hint at an opening in their rivals' defenses.

And then, as if all at once, the pair of them stepped forward with their arms outstretched. It wasn't for a test of strength this time, though, no, it was more than that. It was for a grapple. Specifically, it was for a bearhug.

Was it wise to bearhug someone twice his size? Perhaps. Perhaps not. On the one hand, size advantage and musclepower were key. But, well, on the other hand, the smaller size might stop her from getting as good a grip on him, and if he could just lock his hands right, all that mass just meant there'd be a lot more of her for him to crush.

He felt her arms close around his back even as he did the same. It was a mutual hold, and frankly, he may have had a good thought there. She certainly wasn't instantly pulping his ribs. Instead, a mutual squeeze started. His head was pressed to her chest, and her breasts surrounded his face. It was a hell of a place to be, but he couldn't focus on the excitement of it. He was too interested in the contest.

He squeezed tight. He could hear her heart beat, her breath hitch, and deep roar that seemed to come from her entire body. It was intimidating. It was impressive. What it wasn't, was enough to make him let go. He held on tight into that hug, grunting and forcing her to him.

"I... Got... You..." He growled, pressing tight against her and slowly starting to crush the air from her lungs.

"You're going to... Have to do... Better than that..." She rumbled, squeezing him back.

He kept pressing, even though it hurt to do so. It felt good in a strange way. All the pain, all the discomfort... It made him feel alive. He didn't want it to end. At least, not while he was winning. With his smaller size and better control, he had managed to get the right grip on her body, and he pulled it tight. He could feel every inch of her muscular, huge body. Every inch of it was powerful, agile and strong. Much, much stronger than his own.

He heard her growl, "I refuse to be beaten by... A little boy!"

"And yet," he answered with a smirk, "You are."

Her answer to that was to wrap her arms closer around his body... And then bring the lower ones into play too. He was winning in the two-armed bearhug, but this woman had more than two arms to play with. He grunted and strained as he felt her extra pair squeeze him with the strength of a boa, crushing him to her body. Muscles like tree trunks emerged from her back, wrapping around him. The four-armed woman had a strong grip! Teddie groaned as he fought her off, grimacing in pain as he felt her squeeze the air right out of his struggling body. He felt like crying out, but bit his tongue so hard it bled to avoid doing so, as he tore through his mind to try to remember any way to get out of her crush.

The only thing he could think of was to hold her tighter, and try to lift her in the air. It wasn't necessarily the safest move, but he needed to find a way to get more leverage over his powerful, more experienced opponent. He grabbed at her body again, pulling at it tightly to try to hold her in place, as he used his legs to push himself upwards and keep her from moving. He growled as he struggled with all his might, and slowly... Slowly started to lift the bigger woman up off of the mats in the basement.


She was surprised by his attack. That part was good. What was less good was that she was also far too heavy for him, and lifting her up like that overbalanced him, causing him to stumble and soon after fall and land flat on his back, her body coming down atop him with a loud thud. His back and other parts bruised, and his arms, shoulders, and legs felt like they were on fire from having her four muscular arms wrapped around him.

He kept squeezing down with all his might nevertheless, even as she muscled him to the floor, her weight crushing the air out of him and preventing him from getting even the tiniest breath of air into his lungs. This woman was strong, and confident in her strength, but he wouldn't be broken by her. He wouldn't be broken by anyone, at least not without a lot of hard work. He kept struggling, twisting his body side to side beneath her weight.

He kept fighting her, doing his best to escape the physical and sexual might of the powerful woman, his hands pinned, her body all over his as he tried to push her off of himself, getting nowhere as he felt her squeeze him. He felt her upper arms release their grip on his chest, the lower still holding, and then her hands push his shoulders into the mat. He looked up, gasping, as he saw her bent over him, her face nearing his.

She followed this threat with action, releasing his right shoulder so she could bring her cunt closer to his face. As he opened his mouth to cry out in protest, it was forced open by her muscular pussy, smothering his protests. And now, it was like he was being forced to make out with her cunt, a vaginal kiss-contest that seemed just as messy, erotic, obscene, and powerful as when she'd made out with him before.

The first sensation he felt was the wetness of her pussy, which dripped over his lips and chin. Her juices coated his mouth and gave him taste of her scent, powerful, salty, and a little sweet. He tried to exhale and his breath gave a little puff into her pussy, causing her to shudder with excitement and then forcefully grind into his face. The kissing war was on now, he fought back, trying to drive his tongue deep into her as she tried to devour his face with her mighty maneating muscles.

And then he felt her thighs clamped down on his head, her mighty strong legs trapping him in place as she forced his face deeper into her. The pressure on his skull and the power of her legs was matched only by the force of her cunt, which enveloped his mouth and pushed down on it, desperate for him to submit to her.

"Focus on the match," he told himself, "This isn't about her cunt," but that was easier to think than do, because that cunt he was supposed to not focus on felt like it had his tongue in a deep-throat blowjob of its own. Her cunt lips wrapped around his tongue, her vaginal tunnel gripped his tongue, and her pelvic bone ground into his chin as she worked to crush him sexually and physically at the same time. The sheer force of her aggression, mixing pain from her thighs with lewd, sloppy pleasure from her pussy, was overwhelming his senses.

Just wrestle. Just WRESTLE! He had to think about that, or at least focus on the pain at the side of his head, even as her cunt's kiss smothered him. He gripped his fingers into her thighs, trying to force her off of him. He had to escape her, or at least flip their positions.

And to his surprise, it worked, he was able to put her on her back with a twist. Even as she squeezed down on him, he had her on her back on the mat, before she used her core strength to flip their positions again. Hes, he was still in the headscissor hold, and the way her cunt kissed himfelt practically emasculating. But this was a wrestling match, and he could always get a pin to win. He tried to just force himself up enough to pin her, and see how long he could keep her shoulders on the mat. KJust hope it was enough to get the pin.

He heard the nurse scramble onto the mat, seemingly surprised a pinfall was occurring, and begin her count.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

And then with a motion like a coiled spring, Sheeva kicked up, throwing him off her and escaping the pin.

"You should know better than that, little man," she smirked, "For your defiance, I will make you suffer."

"Didn't you say I was going to suffer before?" he taunted her as he slowly tried to return to his feet, hands and knees on the mat, as he slowly and unsteadily got his feet under him, "Why should I be any more scared of you now?"

The taunt didn't anger her. Instead, she smiled, stood tall, letting him rise. This Shokan's admiration was a glorious, if somewhat dangerous thing to have. She wouldn't hurt him too badly... As long as he kept fighting. And he knew he couldn't fight forever.

But damnit, he could fight long enough to bed this bitch and show her what a stud he was! He stood tall, raising his hands to wrestle again, and darted forward. She did the same, and they met in the middle, arms open for another bearhug battle.

He felt the 'smack' of their bodies colliding, and he was lucky enough to lock his arms around her upper arms at the bicep, forcing this to become a fair fight. He grinned, squeezing down, and eager to show her that this would go the same way, even as he felt her own arms wrap around his waist, squeezing him at he lower spine to assault him with both force and agony. He held his breath, knowing he needed to modulate it to win a bearhug war, but with this bitch in a his arms in a fair fight once more, he was sure he would win. Yes, she could clutch him with the upper pair too... But not squeeze.

But soon, he would remember that she didn't need to crush to dominate. He felt his hips being lifted, and a moment later, his feet were off the ground. He felt his cock slowly dragged up her abs, the muscle that made them so large, smooth and very stiff. The head slowly dragged over her skin, up and around her chest, and soon he felt his shaft between her impressive cleavage.

He was in the air. He was being crushed, and her breasts were around his cock. Either Shokan sweat was unusually slick, or she had more than just sweat on her body. It felt like her breasts were coated in baby oil, and while her skin looked rough, it felt smooth and wet as his dick slowly moved between her tits.

"Oh god," he groaned as his stiff cock slowly was pulled up and down her cleavage. She smiled wickedly at his aching cock, and it was like even those awesome breasts were locking him into a muscular bearhug. He was frozen, unable to move to do anything about this amazing titfuck he was receiving. He felt his dick moved slowly between her tits, and with every pull back and forth, her grip on him tightened slightly.

"Mmm... God?" She laughed, and the laughter made the slick oily sweat splash on his cock with her chest's rise and fall, "Not quite. But I will be your GODDESS tonight!" She declared, and the sensation of her breasts on his cock got wetter, sloppier, and more intense. The flare at his tip hit the very bottom of her chin without much effort, and her tongue slipped out and twisted over the sensitive tip as the titfuck got messy. After the tongue bath, her saliva made her breasts even slicker, and she bounced him in her arm. His cock never entered her mouth, but she let her saliva drip on it and make the titfuck so much harder to handle.

And yet, as obscene as her breasts were, her grip on the bearhug never released. He felt the pressure on his body grow stronger, and his cock felt the pressure get stronger too. He didn't know what was worse, the growing orgasm or the pressure on his torso. Both felt like they could make him explod, if in different ways.

And both continued. With his dick between her massive cleavage and her massive bicep and forearm, he was in a constant state of ascending to earth-shattering ecstasy and descending from it just as fast. Muscles moved under her silky dark skin, some scars here and there, and not an ounce of fat on them. She let the titfuck drop lower on the downswring, Her abs pressed to his cock as smooth hills for him to roll between. The movement of her muscles on his dick was more than enough to make any man explode.

He tried to lock his thighs around her, a small defense but all he could manage. Tried being the operative word. The force of her arms alone were enough to keep him in place, even with his large thighs, and the pleasure kept making his muscles twitch involuntarily. He couldn't squeeze down on her with that type of pressure, sexual or physical; she had the power of a heavyweight wrestler even without her second set of arms!

And of course, as his muscles twitched, she shrugged off the bearhug he had on her, and now his cock and body were at her mercy. He gritted his teeth and just tried to focus resisting her arms as best he could. Now that she could add the second set of arms, they locked around his ribcage, and crushed the air out of his lungs. He felt himself closing his eyes and losing focus. Oh god, he was about to... He didn't know which, either cum or cry out in agony and submit. He didn't want to give up, he didn't want to admit she had him, but at the same time... His body could only take so much! Agony continued building in waves through his muscles and his lungs couldn't inhale enough air quickly enough, as her tightly locked arms were closing off his air supply!

Was there anything he could do, anything that would let him hold out? He bit down on his lip, so hard it made him want to cry, and tried not to give in. The agony built, as did the pleasure. Both were extreme, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out against either. He bit down on the hand of her nearest arm, trying anything to just distract himself. But it was no good. The pain was growing... And so was his cock, which was crammed in tightly between her huge tits. It felt like the base of his dick was caught in a weird sort of squeeze, as her tits surrounded it and pressed up against his body. His cockhead was being stimulated by being smashed and smushed against her skin as she titfucked him.

But the pain was worse. He felt his spine was about to snap. He opened his mouth to submit.

And just as he did, she pulled him tight, and his cock rolled up and down between her tits as she ground them up against him! His overwhelmed shaft twitched and cum spurted from the tip like a fountain! The head of his dick felt like it was growing, and as it swelled it only made it press between her soft mounds even harder, with more of the shaft being squeezed by her tits with each spurt. His eyes rolled back into his head from sensory overload and he let out a blissful scream as an orgasm rocked his body like he had never experienced before.

Oh, how hard he came, it was like a wild fountain of milk! The best and yet most humiliating thing he had ever felt in his entire life, the ultimate destructive release! But she showed no mercy, as she brutalized his super-sensitive cockhead and kept him trapped in her vicegrip of flesh. He whimpered and shook as she forced his orgasm to keep going and going.

Oh, he was yelling alright, not in submission but in absolute destructive pleasure. His cock had never been so erect and sensitive in his entire life, even as the semen squirted out the tip and got smeared against her skin, the pleasure continued. But it was clear the blissful experience was turning into a torture as his body shuddered and his cock trembled from the super-sensitized sensation.

"OH GOD YOU BITCH I WAS ABOUT T-" He started, but another squeeze quickly shut him up and another glob of semen poured over the shaft, oozing over her tits and dripping onto the floor. She laughed evilly as the titjob destroyed his manhood and pushed his orgasm to the limit. He wanted to cry, wanted to run away, but it felt so good he could do nothing but submit, whimpering pathetically as she kept him trapped in the cream-milking machine of her tits. Pleasure and pain were one and the same as another glob of milky semen spurted out, even as he felt his lack of oxygen and his burning chest muscles demanding him to gasp for air.

Then, before he passed out, he felt her throw him down on the mat, leaving him gasping and covered in sweat, semen and saliva. She had nearly beat him, left him on his back and shaking with her exhaustion and overstimulation. He looked up helplessly, gasping for air aftereverything she'd done, and she looked down at him with a wicked smile. And yet, she seemed pleased and impressed by his refusal to submit so far.

"You were about to do something?" She asked, the tone in her voice implying she knew exactly what he had been about to do, and that she didn't want him to have done it. She wanted the fight to continue. She wanted to keep up their combat, their competition, and the delicious thrill of the hunt. She wanted blood, sweat, semen and tears, but most of all, she wanted a man who would give her all the fight she could take, and who would truly challenge her massive and mighty form.

"N-Nope..." He gasped, "Wasn't gonna... Say anything."

She smiled at him, and nodded, acknowledging his refusal to submit. He was on his back, looking up at her, but she wasn't going to jump on him and push the attack. She was going to let stand up, let him wrestle her more, as long as he could defy her. And he was determined to make sure that he could defy her for a long time coming.

"Very good," she nodded, "Then stand, and battle me."

He still needed a few more moments to recover his breath. She had crushed him, and hurt him, but he hadn't been brought to tears. He wouldn't dare start now. He glared up at her, cum covering his body, but stood up as large and threatening as he could to her. If he was going to experience being crushed under her boot again, then at least he was going to make her work for it.

Finally, he stood, looking up at her, trying to stare her down the way he always did. Her body was tight, compact and yet also muscled. She had the form of a warrior, and he would do justice to that form with this battle. He stared her down, and she had her hands crossed, the look in her eyes one that made it clear that the chances to recover and breathe were going to be rare. Hehad been given one, and one was all that he would get. She wasn't going to let up after this.

And he wouldn't want her to.

Now that he was on his feet, he stretched out his muscles, and got ready to wrestle again. He feinted a few lunges at her, testing her, but she didn't bite. She was smart as well as powerful, but that's what made her worth battling. He couldn't wrestle her for dominance with just his strength, and she would be hard to outsmart. Still, he had to try. He made like he was feinting again, made something of a stutter-step, and then dove forward, driving his shoulder into her stomach. It was a good move, and it worked, allowing him to wrap his arms around her and twist, trying to pull her to the ground.

The ability to ghrab her was there. The ability to pull someone with that much muscle to play with, on the other hand, was not. Her arm reached down, and he felt her bicep grab onto his head, pulling him close to her chest to lock him into a front facelock.

Fuck. this was... Not ideal. Her power was not something to be taken lightly, and now, every little bit of that power was coming down on his head. And to make it worse, he felt her start to drove her lower two fists into his stomach, battering his already aching ribs even as her hands crushed down on his head. It was clear that she knew exactly how to use her body, and he had no experience defending against women with extra arms - Much less defending against ANYONE who seemingly outweighed him by several hundred pounds of pure rock-hard muscle.


Over and over, the strikes to his torso drove the breath from his lungs, and the hold on his head made it harder and harder to get it back in. This was a truly wicked and yet effective hold that she had, and she wasn't giving up on it, lifting his body off the ground with every strike while continuing to humble him. He could only wrap his arms around her and try to hold on, trying to think of anything that would save him from just being battered to submission by the mighty queen.


"A warrior of the Shokan gives no quarter," she growled, "Your will is impressive, but your body is not. You have muscles for now, but under my attention, I will reduce them to nothing but so much useless meat!" She declared, even as her fists continued their work on his form, strike after strike battering the fight from him.

And yes, she could batter a lot out of him... But she couldn't batter everything, even as strong as she was. He had too much will, too much defiance. If he didn't have to, he wouldn't submit just from being struck. As hard as the stomach blows were to take, the humiliation of having to submit would have been even harder. Even as each blow struck in and he felt saliva start to fall from his lips, he would not, could not submit.

"Do you really think you can win?" She growled at him.

"N-no..." He grunted, "N-not... From here... B-but if you... Don't start really.. Trying... I s-sure as fuck... Won't lose!" He grunted back, as hard as it was to get the words out through her fists battering him, he did.

There was what he thought sounded almost like a grunt of acknowledgement, admitting that he had, in fact, impressed her once more. But it was only for a moment, before he felt the hold squeeze tighter on his neck, and her blows get harder. It was as if she was trying to prove him wrong. Each one felt like a hammer striking him, but he grit his teeth, refusing to submit. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.


She wouldn't, she seemed to have respect for him. However, that respect only extended to wanting him to survive the match, not to any sort of gentle treatment. He felt her grab onto the back of his head with one hand, release the chokehold, and then twist and throw him face-down not he mats. He only barely got his hands out to prevent himself from smashing his face into the ground, and it still hurt, but it could have been worse. She was standing over him now, her feet on either side of his body.

"Now," she growled, "You will feel my full strength!"

And with that, she dropped her hips down on his back, and reached out, wrapping her hands down under his neck and seating herself on his back. And then, she started to pull. His back practically creaked from the stretch she was giving it, and he let out a half strangled groan. Fucking Hell, she was going to rip him in half at this rate!

"Yield," she grunted, with his back still in her hands. "Give up, and I'll end this quickly."

And Teddie honestly considered it for a moment. But he couldn't back down, not now, not when he knew this woman was a wanted him to keep fighting. And not when he had a warrior's heart beating in his chest. He wouldn't surrender, and instead, he spoke a single word.

"Never."

She growled, and the pressure on his back increased, pulling him up with her hands. Fucking hell it hurt, every tendon and muscle in his back screamed in protest, and he could practically feel his back stretching out. It hurt so fucking much.

And yet...

Yet the knowledge that it was all to make him submit gave him the strength to keep going. The more she did without him breaking, the more it proved he really knew how to fight, that he was a warrior who could face anything, no matter how much it hurt. He gritted his teeth and kept trying to tough it out, even as the pain reached all new levels.

"Still won't submit, eh?" She laughed, "Maybe it's not pain you struggle with!"

And then, she slipped back, the hold a little looser... And then he felt her hand wrap around his cock, adding a handjob to the stretching of his back.

"So, my good friend," she laughed, "How's this? Now are you starting to see my power?" And then she laughed louder, and he felt her hand speed up, "You certainly seem to be feeling it!" She announced as her thumb and fingers went faster and faster, rubbing and twisting along his dick, making her point by rubbing the head in the most delightful way. And fucking hell, she was certainly making her point that she would be just as dangerous in the sex round as she had been so far. His shaft swelled more and more, despite the pain in his back, he felt ready to go off like a cannon. Fucking hell, both of these feelings were incredible. She was amazing at this, better than any girl he'd ever been with. He groaned as Sheeva worked him off, eyes closed as he was now trying to avoid submitting to two sensations at once.

"S-still... Not... Submitting!" He panted, clenching his teeth. It was hard for him not to, of course, she felt so fucking good! Sweat was covering his body as Sheeva kept working him, his cock now feeling as if he had dipped it in molten honey.

"Oh yes you are!" Sheeva stated as she started going faster and faster, "You're a strong man, but even you have your limit! Submit, and I'll cease!" As she said this, she kept working him over, going up to caress his ripped muscles with her second hand. He moaned, chest heaving, his dick feeling as if it would explode any second. Oh god, this bitch was good. She knew what she was doing, and she wasn't letting up at all. Pain and pleasure coursed through him from the feeling of her hands, both on his chin and on his cock.

And then, his cock throbbed, and while he wasn't submitting, his dick had its own ideas. Her fingers were rubbing against him in ways that wouldn't seem humanly possible. Two hands twisting on him, and two hands jerking his cock? The pleasure was too much.

"Ghh-- I-I c-can't take it!" He moaned, his hands balling into fists as he kept them on the ground. "Too... Too much! Too much!"


"Then surrender!" She shouted, jerking him faster. The way her fingers felt on his member stirred something inside him, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the end of the line. He was being defeated, and he almost wanted to admit it. "Surrender to me! Cum from my hands!

"NO SURRENDEEEEER!" He moaned, as his cock squirted its load all over her hands, hitting his chest and her hands. He kept trying to push it back, but it kept getting jerked out. He was shaking, each throb of his dick releasing another load onto the ground, as the woman laughed.

"Little man. You still think you can win?" She laughed, "Or do you enjoy torment."

"I... Enjoy... Fighting..." He answered. The words were more honest than he had expected, but it was true, he knew what he was here for, he was for the combat. He would... Not... Submit...

He stood up, the woman laughed, and let him stand. She wasn't going to stop him.

"Not many men are willing to keep fighting after something like that."

He shrugged, "I'm not like many men," he answered, "I'm the sort of man who wants a challenge, not a pretty little twig who will roll over and let me rut away."

"I see," she said with a small smile, "And you believe yourself worthy of defeating me?"

Teddie considered. He didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to say he really thought she would beat him either. And yet at the same time, he wasn't TOO sure she would, after all, he had done well. Yes, admittedly he'd just been milked like a bitch by this powerful woman, but he'd done well to challenge her so far.

"Worthy, yes," he answered, and then smiled, "Capable? We'll see."

She nodded. But he could see a bit of satisfaction that he hadn't said he WASN'T capable. And as a fighter, he truly believed that... Well, he could always pull out an unexpected win, or get her on something she hadn't thought of. He would never just give up and admit that the fight was as good as lost, not until she'd broken him. And, while he had ended up coated in his own semen, she hadn't broken him yet.

He could feel his dick getting hard again. And he could feel the sweat on his body, the pumping of his blood. Oh fucking god he wanted to grapple with this bitch, he wanted to wrestle with her all fucking night.
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Default Re: An Encounter with a Queen - Sheeva (Mortal Kombat) vs a human male

Teddie took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, staring her down. Oh, he would wrestle her. He would do his best. And he'd prove to her he wasn't a guy to be taken lightly.

He started to circle her, and she looked back, arms out, ready to lock up with him. He saw that he wasn't going to be able to just charge her and pin her, yes, he wanted to show her he could do it, but he'd seen how well that worked. No, the answer wasn't in straight-up power, but it wasn't in trickery either. He had to meet her head-on, and be ready to adapt to her moves, instead of trying to make her adapt to him.

He raised his hands, offering a lockup once more, and she took it. They charged into the collar-and-elbow tie, as their hands locked up, elbows angled in, wrists crossed for control. He felt her muscles tense, and he knew what was coming. He cranked his arms down to cut off the bloodflow to her shoulders, and grind her muscles in place so she couldn't move. It wasn't easy to do, she was much larger, but he managed to force his hands down against her, as he felt her suddenly groan in pain. He'd found her weakness, and he pushed into it, forcing her down onto one knee. He was winning this match.

"Got you now, Queenie,' he smirked, pushing on the hold.

But the thing about the hold was that it worked by cutting off the shoulders so your opponent couldn't move their arms. She had four arms. Only two were effected by the attack. She smirked back up at him, and it was only then that he realized the problem - Too late to stop a fist from smashing into his stomach, and knocking the air out of him.

The oxygen was out of his body, and before he could think, she had stood up and was taking him with her. He felt her arms wrap around his torso, pull him up, and then the other pair of hands grab the back of his head and bury it between her breasts in a titsmother. He didn't even get a chance to breathe in before she had him buried between her awesome breasts, smothering him with her flesh. He shook his head, trying to deny the hold she had on him, hands against her sides as he tried to pull away, but only succeeded in pushing himself tighter, adding the pressure of her arms holding him against her.

He heard her laugh, and felt it in her body, feeling the heaves of her chest and the vibration of air as she did so. He was beginning to really struggle for the air, not made any easier by the blow that she'd struck before locking him in, and a moment later felt her lock a bearhug in as well as the breast smother, crushing him and digging I'm into her cleavage.

It was a cruel hold to lock someone into, and he knew he had to get out. He could keep his consciousness for longer than most without breathing, but his body would still need oxygen, and right now, her breasts were stopping him from getting so much as an an ounce. With head between those brutally beautiful breasts, he began to struggle again, fighting for air as he tried to find a way out of this hold.

It was then that he felt the unmistakable touch of her on his dick, and practically groaned out what little oxygen he had. This woman's sexual skills were breathtaking at the best of times, and here, well, his breath had already been taken. His mind raced from what she was doing to what she was about to do, and he began to twist and squirm, trying to make sure he could get out of this fast, before she could make things any (perhaps literally) harder.
Two hands on his head, one crushing him in a hug, and another working his cock. he shuddered and tried to just keep his focus despite the pleasure and pain. He knew there was a way out of this, as tough as it was, he could get out of this if he could just find a way to get his feet down on the ground. He had to stop her.

He twisted and turned, throwing a couple punches and kicks ats her as well, making it suffer for her to keep him in the hold. It wasn't the most direct course of action, but he at least tried to make it unpleasant to keep the hold locked in. Unpleasant enough that, if he worked at it, he might find a way out..

It wasn't easy, but with effort and a lot of struggling and squirming, he at least managed to get his feet on the mat. That may not have been enough to escape quite yet, but it was at least enough for him to figure out the next move, and release some of the tension on his body. He felt her clutch him tighter, trying to smother him unconscious, and his heart beat faster. Part from her dominance, part the thrill of competition, and part from arousal at being so close to such a physically and sexually powerful woman.

And then, he finally had his idea. He reached his leg out and wrapped it around her knee, locking in to trip... And then pushed forward, leaning his whole body weight into an attack intended to put the mighty woman on her back. Muscles bulged and sweat dripped from their bodies as the pair worked in a fight for control of their legs, to be able to take over the fight. Inch by inch Teddie nudged her back, feeling the power slowly coming underneath him... And then, as if all at once, she tumbled over.

She managed to gavoid having him come down on top of her, a small advantage in this fight but in a battle like this, every little bit counted. Instead, she released in time that he had to struggle to stand or else fall into a perfect scissorhold position, and when she landed on her back, she continued the roll, putting space between them from his shove. It gave her room to stand up while he recovered, and once he was up, he could see her already rushing at him.

Her massive, powerful body thudded against the mat with each step, and while it was probably realistically only two, it felt like she was charging at him from a mile away, and he was going to have to do his best to escape this rampaging beast that rushed at him. He tensed his muscles to get ready to dodge, watching her carefully, knowing that he would need to time it right to avoid getting run over by the out-of-control force of her body. He doubted he'd be able to recover if they collided, the look in her eyes had no mercy in it, and certainly no intention of toying with him too much. She may have gone for his cock, but it had a purpose, weakening and exhausting him, and she was just as happy to goa after him with pure physicality. He could practically feel the pain of his body being stretched by her muscles already, he couldn't let her grab him.

And so he waited for the very last moment, not daring to go too early and give her time to correct, and yet terrified of the consequences of moving too late. At the last second possible, he jumped to the side and let her pass, then turned as quick as he could and leaped onto her back. One arm wrapped under her chin, the other reached around and pulled at the first, pulling her into a chokehold. He felt his cock press against her powerful back muscles as he locked in the hold.

He had her. Not completely beaten or even close, but for the first time in the match, he was in a position that was undeniably, irresistible dominant. She'd had him reacting and running this whole time, and now, the shoe was on the other foot - And, so to speak, the bicep on the other throat. Her four arms were powerful, but with him behind her, they were just so much dead weight, as he pulled at her neck, choking her with the best force he could.


"Got you now, you big bitch," he growled in her ear with a fury built from all the dominance she’d show so far. He growled, crushing her against him. He could feel her heavy head against his chest as he squeezed, pulling on her neck as hard as he could. She didn't answer in words, instead, she simply gave a loud, body (and in his case, as a result, cock)- shaking roar, and tried to pull him off.

Her arms were strong, of course, as was her grip. He felt her grab his wrist, her hands closing around it with menacing force, she tugged, trying to pull him into an unbreakable hold of her own. She couldn't do it, though. The hold was too tight on her, and she couldn't reach his arm. "RrrrRAGH!" He growled, flexing his muscles to keep the choke on her. She flexed as well, flexing the muscles of her neck to try to force his arms apart. On anyone else, it would have been a bit of a weak and idle attempt to reduce pressure, but coming from Sheeva, it was almost working. He felt the sheer force of her form under his hands. She tried to grip him again, but got no leverage. He grunted, and just pushed his grip harder, trying to keep her from finding a grip on him. Her hands soon stopped pulling at his as he kept up the pressure. Sheeva's hand soon fell away, and so much excitement coursed through him that he couldn't stop himself from biting down on her neck.

Her skin was strangely thick, and his teeth couldn't sink into her flesh, but he still felt the dominance of a beast as he felt the thick tough skin and muscle twist and turn from his teeth. So much power, so much ripping and killing potential in her body. Goddamn, she was a real woman. His biceps flexed, pushing the force of his arms against her neck.

With a bit of excitement, he began to roll his hips against her back, feeling the thick curves of her strong buttocks. Her body's strength shocked him, but fuck if he wasn't getting hard from it. Harder more from knowing such a powerful woman was twice his size, and yet, he was in control. He was the one who held dominance over her. As powerful as she was, he could feel her quiver and shake whenever his body pushed down on her. The hairs on his arms stood on end as the hormones raced through him. It felt so fucking amazing to be in control of a woman like her.

"I... Have... You..." He growled, his voice low with arousal

"You... Have... NOTHING!" She roared, and drove her head back. The back of her skull slammed into his face, and for a moment, he was stunned. Just stunned enough to feel four hands wrap around his two wrists, and start to pull herself free. He pulled his body forward, trying not to lose his grip, but it was too late. She bent forward, and tossed him over her back, slamming him on his own back on the ground in front of her. His back hit the canvas hard, and the air got knocked out of his lungs.

Dominating a woman like her was no easy feat, even to do it for a few moments, but that brief time in control had given him the appetite for more. He needed to feel that power over this woman again. He'd known it would be good, and it had been better.

He wished to control her, but he was not sure how. There are many ways to control a beast, but she was no mere beast of sinew and muscle. She was like a conquering goddess, a force beyond compare. He looked up at her, and staring back down at him was the fury of a woman who had no need for mercy. The knowledge that she could destroy him in this basement, right here and now, had never felt so real. The muscles in her legs were like the pillars of the heavens, holding up a woman whose seven-foot body seemed to stretch seven miles into the sky.



She raised her foot, and then brought it down on his chest. With so much power, her movements seemed slow, giving them the weight they deserved, but he could no more have moved out of the way in time than he could have caught a bullet. It was fortunate her goal was domination, and not death.

She settled her weight on him as she stood tall. Her weight was oppressive, but not enough to crush his bones. He groaned, and the sound seemed to delight her. Her foot grinded into his chest as she pressed down, the ball of her foot digging painfully into his sternum as her heel ground into his xiphoid process.

He screamed as she tortured him with her power, and writhed beneath her, but there was no mercy from her. She smiled sadistically down at him, her hands crossed across her cum-covered chest, showing that didn't need to put too much effort into holding him down, that he was nothing compared to her.

There was a final twist, a protest of pain from his muscles, and then she pulled away from his sternum. The removed pain was only a temporary respite, though, as she kneeled down. Indeed, she kneeled across his throat, her shin pressed to his neck, and continued to press her weight down on him.

Teddie writhed as she settled her weight on him, her powerful body crushing him to the mat. Her massive hand came down and grabbed his head, leaning on him and pushing him to the floor. He heard her laugh, a wicked laugh that promised plenty of revenge for his attempt to humiliate her. He couldn't breathe, and with the stretch to his neck that came from the mix of her weight and her hand, he was in agony as well. He spluttered, his face turning purple as she forced him to the mat.

"You should... J-Just... Shut up..." He groaned, but he knew it was a futile objection. His titanic opponent had all the advantages right now, and she was going to use them. He felt a strike to the side of his head, unable to dodge due to the pressure on his neck. She was skilled at making him feel worthless as well as helpless, at playing with minds as easily as she toyed with bodies. It wasn't going to do much damage to his body, but his mind would be another story.

"Aww, look at that, Teddie. I have you right where I want you," she mocked, as Teddie tried to summon the strength to roll out from under her.

But as the struggle to breathe grew, he saw that that wouldn't be done with mere strength. As powerful as he could be, he could not hope to match her in a battle of pure muscle-on-muscle. There was just no way he could overpower her. He would have to find a way to get out without the physical advantage.

His arm shot up, and he pressed his fingers into her moist and muscled slit. She gasped as he pushed his thumb against her clit, and then brought up his other hand. First he spanked her, but then he kept his hand on her ass, and started to push, forcing her forward and toppling her to her front.

Like lightning, he twisted around and grabbed her foot, pulling it forward to keep her off balance, and bringing it up to his chest. He fell to his back, locking her ankle in his arms and wrapping his legs around hers. A combination anklelock and kneebar, an effective and, if he did say so himself, rather PAINFUL contrast to the sexual assault he had just put her through.

He smiled confidently as he tortured her, his hands clutching her foot and his body twisting around hers. The light bounced off her gorgeous, mottled-brown flesh as he pushed and twisted, watching her struggle in his grasp.

"Maybe you're... The one... Who should ask... If they're worthy of this match," he taunted, his hands gripping deep into her flesh, pushing against her leg, twisting it around and putting pressure on her joints.

He scissored his legs around her, leaning forward as he twisted her ankle, feeling her thigh against his shaft, their skin rubbing and warm. He kept the front of her leg close to his chest, his arms wrapped around her calf and his hands on her ankle, keeping her leg tight against his body, trapping her. He felt her hands move forward, pushing herself up and trying to escape his grasp. But her struggles only pushed her leg against his throbbing dick, rubbing it against his bare flesh as he kept her leg locked and her ankle twisted. He felt her calf against his torso, the warm muscle moving and writhing against his powerful frame. This massive muscular bitch was his, now.

"Oh yeah," he growled, his voice low and thick with excitement. "You're going to pay for bullying me," and he wrenched her leg back and to the side, twisting it in his grasp. He felt her leg twisting as he forced it in a direction it was never meant to go. He knew he wasn't about to break the ankle, but he was certainly torturing it, as he kept it pulled back and twisted as she writhed.


He smiled, he wouldn't let her off that easy, not after all the abuse he had taken in the name of her amusement. "You like that?" he growled, "You like how I'm torturing you? You like how I'm making you suffer? Just like you did?"

He knew she did like it, he knew she wouldn't have wanted anything less. But he also knew that didn't mean she'd be any kinder when she got up. If anything, she would be crueller, more violent, more humiliating when she finally stole the upper hand from him.

Which meant he had to make her tap now. He pulled back, pulling her whole body backwards as she lay on the ground, struggling against him. Then, for a moment, she went motionless. He wasn't sure why at first. And then, he saw her leg move, and her un-wrapped leg smashed back against him, striking him in the chin. His head snapped back, he was stunned, his hands slipping from her leg.


He grunted, and as he released her, he knew he had to escape quickly. He rolled back and to his feet. He stepped back, knowing he would need all the space between the pair that he could get if he wanted to avoid her upcoming revenge. He bent forward, hands ready to catch her if she charged, as she slowly got to her feet. He could see that she couldn't put all her weight on the foot he'd been torturing. The ankle was either damaged, or just weak from the prolonged torture he had put it through. He could also tell, she didn't care. She was still a threat, and she was going to make him hurt.

He moved quickly, trying to rush her and make her put her weight on the wounded ankle. It was an impressive amount of weight. It would have to hurt to try that.

Unfortunately, as he found out, it wouldn't hurt quite enough to stop her from reaching out, and locking one arm around his throat, starting to squeeze down on his neck. He grunted, and looked up at her as she lifted him in the air, bringing them nose-to-nose and staring at him as she slowly constricted his airway, making it harder and harder to breath. He reached up, trying to get his arms between her grip and his neck, but she was just too strong. Her hot breath blew into his face as she stared at him, and glared. He didn't have a word for the amount of lust and fury combined on her face as she stared him down.

And then, as if in one motion, she pulled forward, and forced their mouths together. She kissed, and slammed her tongue into his mouth, making him taste her flavor as she assaulted him with her mouth, her oral strength overpowering his tongue, and her physical strength overpowering his body. He tried to push her off, but she wouldn't budge. His eyes grew wide, and he felt his face turn red, before going blue as she continued to strangle and kiss him.

Her tongue twirled around his mouth, exploring every inch of it, as she tasted him. Her power tasted like cinnamon, and her kiss like a drug. He felt his manhood grow to it's maximum size, straining against her abs as she continued to kiss him. The pain in his lungs grew along with the frustration, and he started to push her off of him. He pushed her head back with his hands, but she wouldn't budge. He pushed her shoulders, but he couldn't move her. She just kissed and crushed him.

He felt his lungs start to burn, and he started to feel faint. She was merciless in her oral assault, her mouth and tongue twisting and swirling around his, and her grip around his throat unyielding. He kept struggling for air, but she wouldn't let him have it. There was no mercy in her eyes, just a fiery passion that refused to let him go. He kept squirming, but it was no use. His eyes started to roll back into his head, and his body started to go numb.

And maybe she would have knocked him out right there, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, body to body if he had let her. If he had kept going in that position, she was certainly in a spot to let her take him apart in the oral contest. But, both to his advantage and disadvantage, she had much more planned for him than this.

He felt her release his throat... ANd then drive her head into his, headbutting him and sending him stumbling backwards. He was seeing stars, and he couldn't get his bearings. He tried to shake it off, but by the time he did, he could see that she was ready to attack. He looked up at the mighty woman, and she rushed at him. After a blow like that, there was no way in hell he was going to make any sort of nimble dodge to get out of the way and ready a counter.

But he didn't need to dodge, he just needed to make sure he was in position to stop her. As she rushed him, he reached his arms out, and wrapped them around her, trying to keep his shoulder low and lift her up. If he'd had time to duck lower, he might have been able to better position his shoulder and ensure a more successful lift, but he didn't have that kind of time. He had to just react. He wouldn't be able to toss her over his shoulder, but he would at least be able to reduce the blow.

He felt his shoulder almost pop as he lifted her up, but the pain didn't matter now. What mattered was that the second part of his plan, falling back to drop her face to the mat, didn't come to pass. Instead, he felt his momentum suddenly stop, as she reached up, and grabbed onto the ceiling support. Her weight made the pipes sag, but they didn't break, and he looked up to see a wicked smile on the woman's face as she pulled herself up, and wrapped her legs around him.

Fuck.

Her mighty thighs closed around his torso as she held onto the pipes, looking down wickedly at him. The smile was still on her face as her eyes looked over him, and her grip tightened around his body. His arms were wrapped around her waist, and he felt the muscles in her midsection as they tightened, and he could feel his ribs bend under the pressure. She held him tight, her pussy lips pressed to his chest as she looked at him, still smiling.

"Nice try," she laughed, and then began to roll her hips. It added to the pressure and the pain of her hold as he felt his chest start to cave in, the air was being driven from his lungs by the motion and it was all he could do to keep from passing out from both exhaustion and pain.

It also let him feel how wet she was getting, as her pussy rubbed against his sweat-covered torso. How hot her pussy seemed to be, how strong, how intimidating every inch of her was.

And then he felt her squeeze tighter, and pull him into the air with just her legs. She was crushing him, she was going to break his ribs, he couldn't breathe. His body instinctively panicked, and he kicked out with his legs, trying to find purchase on the ground, anything, but she was holding him off of it.

"Are you impressed yet?" She asked, and laughed, holding both of them easily off the ground with her powerful legs, "You are no match for my body, little human. You are little more than an additional weight to add on to my exercise routine. Watch," she laughed, and then squeezed tight, and began to raise and lower herself with her body, easily moving them both up and down. She was doing pull-ups with him attached to her body.

He was looking around desperately, instinctively, for something, anything he could do to get out of this hold. But the vice of her thighs seemed to be perfect, a locked-in, crushing hold that he could only hope to escape. So much muscle, so much force, she had thighs like sequoia and was using them to deadly effect. Or, if not deadly, at least casually intimidating and frightening to feel.

And arousing. He didn't like finding it arousing, but that wasn't up to him. His body was betraying him. How could arousal not grow when he was literally being pressed up against a pussy that he knew (in as much as he could focus on anything other than the present struggle) she intended to wrap around his cock and use to ride him to sexual hell and back?

She was strong, stronger than he could ever hope to be, and if he didn't get free he was going to be crushed in her embrace. Muscle-to-muscle, this woman would destroy him every damn time.

Which was why he was going to ensure that "muscle-to-muscle" wasn't how this fight played out. If he couldn't power his way out of the hold, if he couldn't grab her awesome rocky thighs and force them apart, he would just have to make her want to release him by making the act of holding on just that much more difficult for her to handle.

So he started to twist and pull, grabbing her ankles and trying to force them apart, hoping to open up her legs enough to slip out. At the very least, he had his fingernails dig into her flesh. She laughed at his efforts, and he looked up at her and saw a calm, confident smile on her face.

"You can't beat me, little human," she bared her teeth, "Yo-AAAGHH!"

He interrupted her words by reaching up and grabbing at her nipple, squeezing it between his fingers twisting hard to the point he could feel the bud of flesh harden between his fingers. Sheeva cried out in pain as he used her distraction to ram his fist against her midsection, counting on her inability to defend herself to mean that he could pick his spot and go for the kidney blow. He was either just slightly off, or her body wasn't quite the same as a human's, but either way, it didn't become the crippling strike he hoped for. His fist struck home on hard, muscle-packed flesh that drew out a low ‘oof’, but not the spasming weakness he had hoped for.

It did, however, make her arch her back and cry out, releasing her legs for just a moment and letting him pull away - Or at least fall to the floor, collapsing on his back and looking up at her body above his. And what a view it was. Her body was frightening, powerful, inhuman and yet the peak of perfection. Her muscles seemed to be made from unyielding steel as they rippled beneath her tan skin. Her face was a mask of ferocity and domination, lips pulled back in pain and fury that promised pain in return, her eyes filled with desire and dominance, a perfect conviction that she was stronger, better and more powerful than him, and that his defiance was cute, but his surrender would be inevitable. And she was about to get it.

“This, you foolish human,” she smirked, “Is what happens to all who defy me. Time to grind you under my feet,” she laughed aloud.

Then, she released her hold on the ceiling, and he saw her starting to come down. She was coming down on top of him, he just knew it. Knew it, and knew he didn't have the strength to avoid it. He was too exhausted to roll away, he could just stop as she hung in the air, ready to stomp his chest with her foot or bring all the weight and power of her legs down onto his stomach. He winced at the thought, closing his eyes as if simply not seeing it would spare him the pain of impact.

But of course, all it did was make sure he wouldn't have time to properly respond before she crushed him, and he felt her full weight land on his stomach, knocking the wind from his lungs with a low 'oof.' She followed quickly by straddling him, bringing her hips down on him as well, and he felt like she continued through him to the floor, his whole body practically collapsing under the pressure. Her weight then followed with a grip on his hair, pulling him up, ready to drive her fist against his face and destroy him once more.

"Are you ready to give, human, or do I need to smash the bones in your face as well?" She snarled.

"Well," he grunted, "I dunno. You haven't hit me yet."

She bared her teeth, pulling her hand back further, making it clear the force she was willing to expend on his defenseless form to get the victory she was looking for.

She bared her teeth, pulling her hand back further, making it clear the force she was willing to expend on his defenseless form to get the victory she was looking for. It was an awesome sight. A frightening sight. And, though he hated to admit it, an erotic sight as well. The image of her power, her desire to destroy him, it was incredible. She was a warrior from a race of warrior-giants, a Goddess of raw, brutal, physical strength and power. And she had him pinned. But even more important, he had pushed her to the point of fury. His cock stiffened at the thought.

"You want me to strike you down, boy?" She snarled.

"I want you to try," he smiled back, "We'll see if you actually hit."

She roared, and in that split moment Teddie reached up and trapped the hand, pulling her down on him to grip the inside of her arm and twist it back behind her back, following through to trap her in a kimura, an arm bar known to induce crippling pain at the elbow. He bared his teeth and pulled at it, trying to force her to submit to the agony. In truth, if she had just driven her fist in his face in the first place, he might have submitted, but pausing and giving him time to surrender also gave him time to recover and get his head back on his shoulders. Now, he could lock her in this hold, and he knew it was a painful one. Only the struggle of reaching around her had made it so that he hadn't already broken her wrist as he pulled.

“Gotcha,” he grunted, and tugged on the arm. He heard her growl in pain, her free hand lashing out to pull at his hair and another arm pushing hard into his shoulders, and forcing them to the ground so hard he wondered if she was going to dislocate the joint. She was furious, she was powerful, she was a woman used to control and now once again he had proven her control wasn’t quite as absolute as she might have believed.

And, though he was sure she didn't want to admit this for herself any more than he would have for him, he could feel her cunt getting wet from the struggle and his cock stiffening harder than steel as she growled and panted above him. They weren't fucking, but this was more erotic and intense than any sex he had had in his life. He could only wonder how the sex would feel.

Taking his mind off the match for just a moment to think about the upcoming sex session turned out to be a mistake which allowed her to, if not end the hold, at the very least minimize the damage he was doing to her with it. He stopped thinking about her, and in doing so, forgot that she had more arms than he was used to, and if he didn't watch them, that would hurt. It was hard to counter a kimura in part because the arm is one of the tools you would want to have to counter it, but she had three to spare, and he felt every one of them suddenly wrap around him, and pull him into a crushing bearhug. His ribs sang in agony as her arms constricted him, and he felt her warm breath on his neck as she started to crush - And he tried to pull tighter. Both of their arousals grew in the mutually destructive hold, each seemed to pull tighter and harder as they drew closer to their goal.

Which would win? Which would break? The battle was growing between the two warriors. Both of their muscles shook and sang out in pain as they tried to crush the other. Teddies length was growing hard, and he could feel her fur flesh against his skin as she pulled him close. It was the most erotic and agonizing position he had ever been in, and it was setting his whole body - And his will - on fire. His whole back was pulling and straining as he worked hard to flex and twist with her, but he was losing strength.

And yet, she was clearly getting in worse and worse pain as time went on. She was larger than him, stronger than him, but he was worthy foe. He knew this would go until one of them broke. He hoped it wouldn't be him. She groaned against his shoulder, and for a moment, both of the competitors just lay there, in this ecstatic and sadistic dance of strength. It was a stalemate, and one neither of them wanted to break.

But if neither would break, it still would have to be broken in time, and he heard the voice of the nurse say "Okay, get up, back to neutral, don't want anyone getting too hurt here."

"I almost had you," he heard Sheeva snarl as she released.

"Same to you," he answered back, releasing the hold but, for the moment, not yet standing. He didn't have the strength to get back to his feet quite yet, and he just lay on the cold floor, his cock hard against her sex as she lay atop him.

After a few more moments of recovering breath and wobbly standing, they two of them found themselves side by side on their feet.

"You both ready?" The nurse asked, and they nodded. It might not be purely true, they may not have been 'ready' in the sense of prepared for battle, but they were certainly not going to back down, or allow a draw. He'd rather she destroy him in the fight than have a draw, and from the fire he saw in her eyes, so would she.

After a few more moments of recovering breath and wobbly standing, they two of them found themselves side by side on their feet.

"You both ready?" The nurse asked, and they nodded. It might not be purely true, they may not have been 'ready' in the sense of prepared for battle, but they were certainly not going to back down, or allow a draw. He'd rather she destroy him in the fight than have a draw, and from the fire he saw in her eyes, so would she.

"And... Go!" The nurse shouted, and they both rushed at the same time, charging each-other and getting ready for a grapple. Their bodies connected with a 'thunk' as their torsos hit, and they held there for a brief moment, their breath coming slow and heavy as they challenged each-other. For a moment, they just breathed, and then, he shoved her hard.

To his surprise, it worked. She stepped back, and there was a little space while she recovered. It was exactly what he needed, room to operate, to attack her and take her down for the match. He had seen what happened if he let her dodge, and he knew he wouldn't be able to go after her in a classic lock-up, but he could still take a heavyweight down. Classic wrestling style. While she was recovering, he lowered his head and rushed her, driving his shoulder against her waist, right against her wet cunt, and he wrapped his arms around her lower body.

But Sheeva was a smart woman, the sort of woman it wasn't easy to get one over on. The sort of woman it was dangerous to try to attack, she wasn't just a strong one, she was trained, and everyone knew the best way to counter a double-leg takedown. She slipped her legs back, and leaned forward, pushing him hard, her long legs absorbing the force of the push, turning it into forward momentum that she could use to flip him over, and finishing with a sprawl that turned his drive into a painful belly-flop. He grunted, driven to the mat, and felt the awesome weight of the massive woman on top of him.

A moment later, he felt the massive force of Sheeva's hand, a great, hard fist that slammed into his side with the strength of a wrecking ball. Instantly, the air was forced from his body and he could do nothing but gasp. Her hand formed a claw and pressed against his side, driving air from his body with each painful press against his ribcage.

He shuddered, and another strike slammed into him. These weren't going to be knockout blows, but she didn't seem to want the knockout. She just wanted to make sure he felt it, that he felt the hold, that any air in his lungs was forced out. He squirmed and struggled not to submit, but the pressure against him was relentless. The cruel hand continued to crush his ribs, amplified by the dead weight of the massive warrior pinning him down, her hard, muscled body an unyielding force he struggled to focus in the face of.


It hurt like hell. She was a wicked, dominant bitch,a nd she knew how to torture a guy beneath her. The aggression, the power, the sheer overwhelming assault on him... It was hard to describe. It was even harder to fight through.

But fight through he would. Fight through he HAD to. He wasn't going to let anyone do this to him.

He heard a low laugh from the mighty Shokan woman, as she pushed him harder against the mat.

"Your best efforts are for nothing," she mocked him, but he wasn't focused on that. He repositioned his shoulders, twisted and began trying to lift the massive woman from the ground to his shoulders. He could tell she was surprised by the effort, she wasn't expecting him to keep fighting like this, and that in and of itself gave him motivation to keep up the attack. He gritted his teeth and focused, ignoring the pain from his ribs and giving it all he had to lift her up off him. It was working, but barely. He could feel her reposition herself, trying to slide from his grasp. He continued to reposition himself, twisting and turning trying to keep her from squirming away. It was a hell of a battle, the kind of intimate chess match of bodies that he loved so much in wrestling. The kind of thing that reminded him just how enticing and exciting these contests could be, the sort of thing that made them worth having. He was hard without even having to think about how close he was to her sex, he was just excited by the battle itself.

Sweat poured down his face, and his muscles screamed as he tried to lift the heavy woman. She was all muscle, all power, all toughness. She was also an incredible wrestler, but the fact that their styles were clearly different meant he could at least give her a challenge. It was the element of surprise, the fact that he would try moves she clearly didn't expect, and enough fast strength to pull them off that had allowed him to even keep in this fight. Considering the power of his opponent, that was something he could be proud of in and of itself, the fact that she hadn't COMPELTELY ruined him. Yet.

And she wouldn't for another few moments, either, as he managed to lift her up on his shoulders to the point he was fully on his knees. He was as surprised as she was that he had, but this technique allowed him to lift her up despite the impressive weight that now came down on his shoulders. Now he just needed to get her down. He suspected that she could take a few hits, but he didn't want to do any serious damage - But he didn't want to go easy on her, either. After a few more moments of struggle as she kicked and tried to get down, he twisted, slamming her down to her back, and quickly leaping forward to hold her down. His hands were at her hips.

His shaft was at her lips.

That was a problem. A problem that soon got worse, as he felt her hot breath on him, before she very slowly began licking the entire length of his shaft, without the need to turn her head at all to do so. Then came the warmth. Wet heat. All down his shaft, like a tightness he had never felt before, like she was trying to suck him further in by simply rubbing herself along him. He wanted to get off of her. He TRIED to get off of her. He couldn't help but let out a yell as her head went up and down at great speed, his shaft covered in warmth. For a moment, he was frozen in pleasure.

It turned out to be a moment too long. Her arms shot up, squeezing him and pulling him down on top of her. The breath went out of him as quickly as his strength seemed to. Before he even knew what was happening, he was pinned down, trapped in the 69 position atop of her. She hadn't stopped, either. Her mouth was still working as her hands held him tight, squeezing and massaging his muscles even as it felt like she was trying to crush him to paste.

He gasped, his shaft stuck in her as the pressure grew, both on his body and in his balls. Her lips were wrapped around the very base of his dick as he felt it tighten and swell, struggling to gain leeway with every move she made but only drawing the air deeper, and letting her push it out of him with a tighter squeeze of her arms.

His eyes were closed, his cock aching as the woman below him began to purr and moan, the vibration around his cock and the tightness of her throat was almost enough to suck the cum right from his balls. He bit down hard on his lower lip, trying not to think about how her tongue was massaging the underside of his cock, lapping eagerly at every twitch and tremor that his body made. It was all he could do to not just fill her throat with his cream. All he could do not to just spurt and let her drink down every ounce of seed in hs balls. All he could do not to - No. No, it was MORE than he could do. He was biting his lip, trying everything not to fail against her. His teeth broke his skin.

A moment later, her mouth broke his stamina.

He could feel how her arms pulled him down, down deeper in her throat, and then he felt how the tongue struck like a snake and assaulted his shaft. It was more than he could have even imagined handling, and he arched his back, feeling the tip of his dick press against the back of her throat. He felt his balls draw up, and then with cruel sexual efficiency, she pulled for just a moment, just long enough to give him hope, and then with ruthless efficiency she drew him back down into the crushing stone of her throat. His cock, unprepared for the assault, released wave after wave of thick, potent seed down her gullet.

Her arms crushed him down on top her as her mouth kept sucking, sucking, as if she was trying to extract the very soul from his body. Her lips and tongue worked back up his length, while her biceps milked his orgasm out in thick spurts down her throat, which she eagerly swallowed. He began to whimper, shaking as her tongue kept writhing against the shaft, forcing more of his seed out into her hungry mouth. He wanted to moan and cry from the pleasure but her arms around his torso stopped the air from reaching his lungs, and he could only leak out pathetic grunts while his body tensed up from the relentless pleasure wracking through it.

He could only groan, looking up at the vision of perfection and dominance above him. He would have to fight her. But he had no clue how anyone could fight a woman like her. He shuddered, looking at her pussy. The more she dominated him, the more those thick walls and lips looked like a threat of what would happen once he was inside those crushing walls.

Her throat bounced as she swallowed down the cream she had stolen, showing off the ease and power with which she was taking control of the contest. She glared at him, and he wondered for a moment if she was planning on letting him rise, or if she would push the attack now, force him to the ground. He didn't know how much strength he had to rise up even if she let him.

He saw the mighty woman's lips pull back as she sneered down at him, and her perfect white teeth were as incredible as any other part of her. Incredible, perfect, intimidating. Her eyes roamed over him, as if trying to weigh how much damage she had done to his body.

"Are you still lying down in pain, weakling, or are you still a man willing to challenge me?" She taunted him. He felt anger run through his veins, but he knew that it was more than anger: he wanted her. His cock throbbed painfully. As did the rest of his body, she'd done plenty of damage to him in the match, she was a wicked and powerful woman. The sort of woman who could make him weak in more ways than one.

But while she could make him weak, she hadn't made him give up quite yet. He still had the fire of competition in his heart, and he looked back up at her, gathering the strength he needed to return to his feet.

He wasn't weak. He wasn't some pathetic commoner lying on the floor like a beached whale, or a broken rag doll. He was tougher than that, more powerful. And he WOULD show her. As she flexed, it intimidated him, but it also drove him on. It reminded him what this was about. Pride. Power. Honor.

And, of course, sex. The cum hadn’t gotten on her lips by accident - Or at least, it hadn’t gotten on her lips without her working damn hard to do it. He was going to punish her for that, too. He had to.
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Default Re: An Encounter with a Queen - Sheeva (Mortal Kombat) vs a human male

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He shook his head, willing the stars out of his vision. This wasn't going to be easy, but he would fight to the bitter (or, considering how she seemed to approach this, sweet) end. His arms and legs were aching, his body in agony, but he slowly fought his feet to their place under him. He practically lunged upwards, and stumbled, falling back down to one knee. God, everything he'd been doing was being thrown back at him by her skill and power, and it was all he could do not to become a quivering mess on the floor.

He look up at her, trying to focus his vision, and god she was HUGE. She towered over him with a presence that could only be described as primal. Her musclebound form towered over him, looking as if she could break him in half with the vaguest of thoughts. He could see the power in those arms which had thrown him around like a ragdoll. And then, before he had even fully made it to his feet, she leaped into action. Her speed and strength catching him offguard; he was lifted up and thrown into the wall.


The impact of his body against the wall knocked what little air he had regained out of his lungs, and the feel of the hard wall on his back was a reminder that he was trapped, with nowhere to go. He struggled, but he had no idea how he could escape this, let alone win.

He saw her snarl and lean in, driving her forearm against his throat. The pressure and weight of her against him were constricting his ability to breathe, and as he kicked feebly, he realized what little oxygen he was getting was tainted by the scent of her breath. She stopped holding him in the normal way, now, it was just her hand against his throat, holding him off the ground and displaying her dominance. It was a reminder that, as a queen, she had power over life and death - And as a warrior, she was capable of choosing death whenever she wanted.

She wanted him to gasp, to sob, to struggle and bow before her. But there was no way he would. His breath had stopped completely, but he still didn't submit. No, he grabbed her wrist, scrabbling and trying to push it away, but she was unmoved, steady. There was a charge in the air, and he writhed and twisted, throwing his body against hers but her unflinching muscles held him fast. There were stars in his eyes, and he could see in the reflection of her glare that his flesh was turning purple.

"Sheeva," He heard Louisa say, genuine concern in her voice, "You might want to put him down, we don't want him to get too hurt, right?"

She didn't sound as relaxed and calm as before, she sounded like she was trying to restrain a wild animal. Sheeva's head whipped to the side, and she growled like one. She snarled at Louisa like she was preparing to bite, while Teddie's legs kicked and he tried to pull her hand from his throat. With her teeth bared, she asked Louisa harshly, "You want him to get hurt?"

She said it with enough force that Teddie felt a shudder run up his spine.

"No," said Louisa calmly, "And neither do you. Put him down."

Sheeva laughed, "I wouldn't kill him," she answered, "A knockout is a type of win. But if you want me to put him down," she laughed, and pulled him from the wall with one hand still around his throat. With him dangling from her grip, Sheeva carried him back to the mats. Maybe in another situation he would have had aw ay to stop this, but right now, he was too exhausted and oxygen-deprived to do anything but shake and dangle in the air
She held him high above the mat in one hand, and then whipped his body down towards the mats. He couldn't protect himself. He couldn't stop her. She held him up and drove him down, and then drove him down. And then again. And again.

Two, three, four times she chokeslammed him to the mats, slamming him with the full force of her body and letting him bounce and crack against the soft foam. The pain of the repeated impacts had him shaking and whimpering, as Sheeva looked down at his body.

"There," Sheeva said to Louisa with a cruel confidence, "He's down."

Teddie was still alive, and still able to at least see, but there was no way he was standing up after a series of chokeslams. He could feel the strength drain from his body, leaving him sore and battered. He watched her swing her leg over him, and slowly lower herself to straddle him.

He raised his hands to defend himself on instinct, but his hands were what she was after, as she reached out and grabbed his wrists, twisting and wrenching them as she forced him to stretch out his arms above his head, exposing his body to her. He shuddered and groaned as he felt her center her weight over his hips and rest it there, leaving her knees on the floor on either side of his body so that none of her weight was put directly down on him. At first, it felt like a mercy, as he felt her grind into his groin while she held him down, smiling cruelly as she knew what she was doing to him.

But the sex was coming later; right now, she was putting him in his place, which was under her. Or at least, that's what she wanted him to think. Unfortunately, right now he wasn't in much of a position to argue, his wrists pinned painfully to the floor by her hands as she leered down at him, his own body stretched out and completely at her mercy. She could do anything she wanted to him right now and there was nothing he could do to stop her.

But at least he could try, as he struggled and twisted, token efforts tor resist, but the effort mattered more than the success. It sent a message, he still wouldn't give up, and perhaps more importantly, it would let him remember that he was here fighting for honor, not comfort. And while comfort was in short supply, he still had honor, honor that he got more and more of the longer he refused to accept his defeat.

It was clear that Sheeva, though, was intent on putting an end to that refusal as soon as she could. After having grabbed and effectively pinned his upper arms, she wrapped her own lower ones around his body, and pulled her close to his chest in a hug, looking down at him with a cruel grin as her strength turned what might on a normal woman have been a comfortable embrace into a prison of thick, hard muscles that kept him from moving an inch.

Rocky shadows played on his skin and sweat ran down his face, forming little rivers that streamed through the hair on his chest. It rolled over his, as well, their bodies seemingly one, now, as she held his hands over him and crushed him with her lower set of arms. He'd fought so long, and so hard, and he didn't want to give up now. The boulders of her biceps cut into his sides and bent his ribs. He was being crushed, slowly, but surely being bent and used by the Shokan warrior as she dominated him.

He was at the end of his rope, the end of his resistance, his upper body was completely hers. The wicked woman's bulging, rippling muscles were an iron vice that threatened to squeeze the life from his body. He felt his eyes water as he struggled to get one last, desperate breath in an attempt to turn the tables…

And then he felt her ankles hook in around his, as she prepared to lock him into an even more vicious hold. He already couldn't fight with his hands, but that was clearly not enough for the mighty Shokan warrior, she wanted him unable to fight with anything. Her body pressed downns, her weight against his form, her breasts to his chest as the giant female licked her lips in sadistic glee. Teddie was just trying to find a way to keep going even through the savage beating, and she wanted to ensure he felt truly trapped, that he recognized the superior power she wielded.

Now not only did her arms crush his chest, but even her breathing seemed to crush him beneath her. Forcing all the air from his body as she yawned and laid her head upon his, her lips gently touching him as her thick arms crushed him. She was preparing to destroy him, to hit him with whatever sadistic assault she had planned that would make him give in, and he could only hope that he could take a bit of it. It was hard, though, to imagine anything he could do, considering what a perfect position she was in to secure her dominance.

"Prepare," he heard her say, her voice rumbling through the air. The expansion of her chest necessary to speak was enough to stop his breath for a moment as he felt her biceps tense, "Prepare to submit to the might of the Shokan, human."

And with that, she began her vicious finishing assault. The first was the bearhug. It was bad enough with her arms squeezing him, holding him in place as she assaulted his body, but he hadn't realized she wasn't going all-out on it. Now, she tightened her grip, forcing the air out of him. Her massive, powerful arms squeezing at his sides and around his vital organs, feeling likely to crush him in a moment.

And as she locked in the bearhug, she started to pull on his hands as well. She was larger, which meant her arms were longer. She wasn't going to rip his arms from their sockets, but his arms were still in agony, the pressure was still great, and his shoulders ached as she kept stretching them. She wouldn't tear his arms off. But his tendons didn't know that, and they screamed at the stretch.

He screamed too, a scream of defiance.

"I... Won't... Submit!" He repeated. But then, she hit him with the final part of the assault.

The final part of her assault was the grapevine. Her legs and ankles wrapped around his and slowly pulled them apart. He felt his tendons stretch, his groin muscles straining as she pulled them down. His entire body was stretched wide, and it was agonizing.

And, ultimately, it was more than he could take.

"I SUBMIIIIIIT!" He screamed.

Considering the aggression that Sheeva attacked him with, it was almost a surprise that she would be willing to let go of the hold at all. Indeed, she continued to pull on his body even after she got the submission, torturing him beneath her, stretching his muscles and tendons. Her dominance was clear even in her choice to not end his suffering quite yet.

Finally, though, Sheeva seemed to have had her fill of dominating his body, and released the grip. She stopped holding him, and let his legs close and his arms relax a little bit from the torment they'd been put through. The mighty woman rolled off him, standing above him, watching as he laid on the mat desperately trying to get up. It wasn't easy, considering the damage she'd done with the stretch. He didn't think anything was too seriously damaged, mind, it was just that, well, you didn't need serious damage in order to have something hurt like a bitch, and she had left him feeling tortured.

Louisa came up to him, holding a hand out towards Sheeva to warn her off of coming in and bullying him some more. She ran her hands along his aching limbs and even his groin, making his gasp with some very embarrassing noises come out as he flinched and grit his teeth in pain. He didn't know what she was looking for, but she seemed to be satisfied with what she found, and nodded confidently.

"Alright, Teddie, looks like you're okay for now, you can keep going."

Of course, that was only an assessment of his physical situation. Psychologically was another matter, it wasn't easy to keep the fight in your heart when you just got battered the way he had. Yes, he'd fought back-and-forth with her for a while, and he'd made her work, but in the end, it was her on top making him submit, and him on the bottom gasping and getting crushed by that legendary strength.

He certainly didn't yet have the mental strength to get back up and into the fight, which Louisa took advantage of by shining a small pen light in his eye and doing other examinations he couldn't quite understand. He wasn't really focusing on that right now, he was replaying the match in his head wondering what, if anything, he might have been able to do that would have allowed him to take the lead and win the thing.

Louisa seemed to notice his frustration.

"Listen, Teddie, you did really well your first time wrestling a Shokan. Most guys couldn't have taken even a single hold from Sheeva. You really made her work there, that’s plenty to feel proud of."

He was sure that was true. But he was also sure he didn't want to settle for the standard of most guys, he was, after all, an NCAA wrestler. He was supposed to be better than most. He groaned on the ground for a moment, trying to figure anything out. In truth, he suspected he really SHOULD be proud. He had done better than many men would have, the woman he was wrestling was massive, and had extra arms to dominate with. But he didn't like to lose, and he couldn't focus on how well he'd done, even if another man probably wouldn't have lasted thirty seconds.

As Teddie lay back on the ground, he heard the deep voice of the woman who had conquered him.

"Come on, Teddie, get up. I just got started, and I don't think you've learned your lesson yet!" She demanded. In most circumstances, that would have pushed him to get up and keep going. After all, there was nothing better for getting a warrior back in the game than calling him out. But right now, it just frustrated him. It reminded him that he had been beat once already, and even though he'd put up a good fight, it had been for nothing in the end.

He didn't say anything back, he just moaned and rolled over so he didn't have to look at her, feeling defeated.

Well, technically not just FEELING defeated, of course, he WAS defeated. It wasn't just a feeling, it wasn't her having gotten lucky and pulled off a nice trick or getting in his head. She had beaten him it had been an effort just for him to make her work to do it. It had taken all he had to make her work, and it seemed to have been barely an effort for the massive woman to crush his efforts. He was not the sort of person who would give up before it was time, but right now, well... That was the problem. It was time. He wasn't giving up on the fight, the fight was over, and all that was left was for him to nurse his wounds.

He felt Louisa's hand run along his aching body as Sheeva addressed him.

"Don't forget, boy," the mighty Shokan told him, "Our sexual competition is still still yet to come. Or, as you might say, to cum," she smirked at him, "If you aren't scared of the prospect of more time with me. My sex is as powerful as the rest of me, little mortal, and I doubt you can match me in that domain any more than you could match me in physical combat."

Perhaps the taunting should have, could have, disheartened him. But instead, it reminded him of something that, in his defeat, he'd forgot.

That had only been the first round.

In an instant, he shot to his feet, and glared at her, reinvigorated by the idea of more battles to come. She smiled back at him, all four arms crossed in front of her impressive, stacked body. There was silence, for a moment or two, as he glared at her. She seemed pleased. It was like all this was a test to see how worthy he was, and he was passing. Considering the pain in his body, pain he tried to ignore but couldn't quite block out entirely, he wasn't sure if impressing her was something he wanted to do, it could be dangerous, but he was past the point of turning back.

Sheeva looked in Teddie's eye, a crass smirk cutting across her face.

"You must be eager for more defeat," the barbarically beautiful woman told him, licking her sharp teeth with her long, pink tongue, "So eager for second loss in a row, to a woman far superior than you... I bet you can't wait to feel my teeth in your flesh again, forcing you to lose your nut, just as I did before! But be warned, this time I'm using all my muscles," she laughed, and as he watched, she flexed her cunt, making it clinch and relax with great speed, "If your other muscles were weaker than mine, how can you even hope to stand up to these?"

But then again, this was about the force of his will, right? Even if it wasn't simply a question of sexual stamina, if it was some other sort of battle, sex was about willpower. Whether the will to resist, the will to pleasure, or even the will to fuck harder and faster, there was always a mental factor to it. Even if he was considerably weaker than Sheeva, he would be the one who ended up on top.

"Little human," she laughed, a low, rumbling, intimidating sound that cut to the quick and reminded him of her power, "How foolish must you be to truly believe you can somehow stand against me? I am a Shokan warrior, built and bred for battle. How can you honestly believe you have any advantage over me? Your body is weaker. Your mind is weaker. Your sex is weaker."

She laughed, tossing her head in a way that made all the muscles of her shoulders ripple, "You are nothing compared to me, nothing bu-MMMF!"

He didn't let her finish the sentence. He stepped forward, and pressed his lips to hers, his hands on her taut abdomen. It wasn't particularly clever, it wasn't particularly intimidating, but what it was was a message. A message to her that he was the one in charge, that her words were nothing compared to his actions. That her dominance meant nothing when he had something so much more powerful at his fingertips. The will of a warrior.

He kept pushing, backing her up against the wall as he leaned his body and his lips in harder and harder until her powerful neck began to curve against the force and he felt her back against the wall. His tongue explored the entirety of her mouth, licking and sucking on her powerful teeth and strong jawline. His hands ran across the hills and valleys of her muscle-equipped sides as he did his best to drown her in the immensely powerful sensation of his kiss and bring her under his control. Her hands, those strong calloused mitts that had brought down entire armies, rose up to his shoulders. For a moment, it was all him, all power, and all dominance. She was wilting before him like a flower in the Sahara.

A moment later, though, it was a different story. He could feel her gather herself against his clash, and then grab the back of his head and force him closer. Their tongues dueled, each pushing against the other, and spit passing back and forth between their mouths as they each fought for dominance. The tongue was the only muscle where he was at least a match for her, and he could feel it push back against his own. Her body was like an overpowering avalanche, impossible to stop, but at least with her back to the wall, he could stand against it.

He stared deep into her eyes, and she stared back, intense, powerful, and unyielding as ever, with the stare of a woman who could torture a man to death if she had the mind to do so, and knew there would be no punishment. She was a queen, and her kiss came with the power of one used to being obeyed. He could feel his legs begin to falter, struggling to hold up against her onslaught. The kiss, the taste of her power and strength were overwhelming him. The muscle of his arms trembled against her own might. But he couldn't let her win. He would not fall so easily.

He felt her spit travel and slide down his throat. From somewhere, seemingly far away, he heard Louisa calling them to break the kiss, but he didn't care. This was about honor and pride, and his desire to crush Sheeva for the insult she had levied by dominating him in the first round. And, of course, all the verbal insults she'd brought to him.

The kiss was downright brutal, their naked bodies pressed up against each other as they struggled for the smallest advantage, arms and legs clenching, chests heaving, faces grinding against the other's, spit and sweat oozing out of every pore on their bodies. He felt Louisa's hand on his shoulder, but pushed her away, as the distraction stole his focus for a moment, which was all she needed to gain the upper hand. Sheeva was all over him now, her body suddenly everywhere as she used her greater strength and size to dominate him, bullying his mouth open with her tongue and grinding her groin into his.

They were locked up, body-to-body, mouth-to-mouth, neither willing to give quarter as they grunted and strained against one another, both trying to overpower the other while their sex organs ground together in the most intimate of wrestling holds.

Teddie felt Sheeva's heart racing. It was the best evidence he could get that he was doing better impressing her, that she wasn't just playing with him and that he had a chance of winning despite being outsized and outsized. His muscles bulged against hers as the two warriors continued their struggle. Saliva, sweat, and sexual fluids all began to merge and drip down their bodies, forming a small pool beneath them as the struggle continued. He heard Louisa talking, but her voice sounded faint and distant, all he could really hear was the pounding of his own heart and the grunting and groaning coming from Sheeva's mouth.

Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder, a firm, powerful grip, and then a pull. He struggled to keep with Sheeva, and he could see Sheeva doing the same, but Louisa's new strength was overwhelming for a moment, and soon he stumbled a few steps back.

"Your job is not to interrupt my fun!" Sheeva snarled.

"No, but my job IS to make sure he can finish the match, sometimes that means stopping you from breaking him to pieces, and SOMETIMES That means stopping you from kissing him to submission before you even get to the sex contest!"

"Hey!" Teddie objected, "She wasn't winning, it was a tie!"

"Shut it," both women tell you in unison, and then they turn to glare at each other, ignoring you. Some sort of unseen argument happens that he couldn't understamd, before Sheeva finally nodded, which Louisa returned, though she also gave him a glare for good measure.

"Let's not forget why we're all here," Louisa says, "You and Teddie haven't finished the main event."

"We could have finished it right here," Sheeva gestured at the mats, "Sex does not require special furniture, and a man beneath me on the mats is no more a man than one on my bed."

"True," Louisa answered, "But-"

"Hey, I can be plenty tough in her bed!" Teddie interrupted, "I'm not just for decoration."

Louisa rolled her eyes, "I can imagine you are, Teddie, but come on, we both know she'll win that, too. You're tough and all but she is a Shokan."

"I am a QUEEN Shokan!" Sheeva answered, before turning to stare directly into Teddie's eyes and speaking with a deadly quiet intensity he could feel like physical pressure, "I am a queen, a warrior, the daughter of kings and the mother of warriors, a ruler of a nation and a civilization older than you can imagine. Your power and body will be mine."

"Yes," Louisa sounded exasperated, "AFTER you beat him, the fight isn't over, and even if we both know how it ends, it still has to happen."

"We don't know how it ends!" Teddie spoke up, irritated, "Stop acting like I'm a pushover, I didn't win that round, but I can still beat her!"

The sound of Sheeva's chuckle broke the silence, low and predatory. "I promise you, you can't beat me. Not in wrestling or in sex."

"How will you know?" Louisa asked, seeming to have hit on some sort of point, though Teddie didn't quite understand what.

"What do you mean?" Sheeva demanded, sounding nearly enraged by Louisa’s objection to her claim, or the implication that anyone would doubt her, "My superiority is unquestioned."

"I'm questioning it!" Teddie objected.

"Yeah, he's questioning it!" Louisa argued, "He says he's better, you say you're better, how do you know?"

"When we fuck," Sheeva said simply, "He will know who his superior is. He will break like all men do before me."

"Yeah, but how will YOU know?" Louisa needled her, "You like to boast of your skill, of your power, of how well you do. How are you going to know if you're actually better or if he was just tired or gave up easy, huh? You got the bed set up for the contest, that's the easy way, if you just fuck on the mats right now, how could either of you know for sure who was the better fuck?"

Sheeva seemed to consider it for a moment, but ultimately, that seemed to be enough to convince the mighty Shokan queen. "Fine," she growled finally, and then glared at Teddie, "But I am telling you this now, human. You are no match for me. You are no match for the might of the Shokan. Had we done battle here, I would have finished when you were ready. Now, though, I will finish when /I/ am ready, whether your body has the strength to continue or not."

"I'm fine with that," Teddie said.

"Are you sure about that?" Louisa turned to him, "I'm glad you're here, and you gave her a better fight than I've seen anyone else give her. But this isn't just a friendly roll in the hay, she's as intense in bed as she is on the mats."

"Too intense for you to handle!" Sheeva said proudly. Louisa answered her with a glare that managed to shut up even the massive Shokan woman. Teddie watched the two as there was another moment of tense silence, before Louisa looked back at him, and while maintaining the serious tone, she broke out into a smirk. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Oh, so you can remind him what will happen?" Sheeva asked, clearly jokingly, "So you get to have all the fun, and I don't, hmm?" Sheeva asked.

"Yes. Because you're trying to scare him. I'm trying to make sure he knows what he's in for."

"He's in for defeat," Sheeva answered sternly, "Like all men who face me."

"No, I'm in for victory," Teddie answered, "And having a seven foot Shokan cocksucker at my beck and call."

Teddie's muscles tensed as he glared at her, "My cock isn't pathetic. But once you're done, you'll be the pathetic one on your knees begging for my mercy."

He saw her muscles tense as well, and a small rumbling bellow from her chest. It seemed like things were getting tense as she answered, "Human, you need to learn your place, you should back off before I teach it to you."

God, he wanted her to try it. He wanted to just jump her bones and force her to submit to him, sex or wrestling, but he'd signed up for some sort of competition and by God he would see it through. Instead, he just answered her.

"Listen to me, bitch," Sheeva growled, towering over him, and getting so close her massive tits were nearly in his face, "You will lose. You will like it."

"I will BREAK you!" He answered back, getting right up in her face, "You keep talking trash like I'm not able to fight, but I've put up plenty of fight so far, and I'm going to keep doing it! And if you're from such a warrior culture and you're having so much trouble with a guy half your size like me, maybe I should be in charge of your shitty four-armed freak people!”


Her nostrils flared and there was fire in her eyes, her shoulders rising along with her breath, "Listen to me, human. Your insolence will not be tolerated, your words will be ash in your mouth. You will lose, it is only a matter of how long you can suffer defeat at my hand... Or this time, at my cunt. Do you understand, weakling?"

"HEY!" Louisa interrupted, "Break it up, you two, there will be plenty of time to pick fights later, right now you're supposed to be getting read for the next round. The NEXT round," Louisa added pointedly, "As in, not this. Now, Sheeva, you want to have your fight, well, you can have it. That's what this is about. You just don't need to have it here and now. Have it in five minutes upstairs. And you try to cool off. And you," She turned to Teddie, "I get that you're hot-headed right now, but you don't need to get to that point. When you're done with this, you're apologizing to her, whether you win or lose, alright?"

Louisa couldn't have been more than a few years older than him, but she certainly spoke with authority, and Teddie nodded, "Right, sorry," he looked up at Sheeva, "Sorry, Sheeva," he sighed.

"You will be soon," the Shokan queen answered, but there was a bit of a teasing twist to the voice that told him she wasn't going to take the fight too far. Of course, with these two, it wasn't clear how far 'too far' would be.

The Shokan left, and Louisa turned to him, "Now, Teddie. Are you REALLY sure you want to do this? Look, she may be willing to forgive you, but she's still pretty pissed off, and this isn't just an easy little bit of groping and teasing, alright? I'm gonna try to make sure you don't get any serious damage, but I can't really make too many promises. She doesn't take things easy, alright?"

Teddie heard the concern in her voice, and he understood it was genuine, but it still frustrated him.

"Of course it's alright!" He answered, "Of course I'm okay with that, why do you keep asking this? Look, I get it. She plays rough. Fine. We've already been plenty rough,and I'm okay to get rougher. You don't need to treat me like I'm made of kindling, alright?"

Louisa smiled, and patted him on the shoulder. Her hand was warm, and as she looked in his eyes, he realized how attractive she really was. He wondered for a moment if there was any chance of him parlaying this into a three-way.

"Alright, Teddie," she said, "I just wanted to make sure you understand what you're getting into. If you're okay with this, then I look forward to watching it."

"How does this competition work anyway?"

"Oh, you'll see," Louisa answered, and started to lead him up the stairs, "You coming?" She looked back over her shoulder.

He had to admit, he wouldn't have minded watching her scale the stairs from below, but he might as well get to the main event of the evening.
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Default Re: An Encounter with a Queen - Sheeva (Mortal Kombat) vs a human male

He followed the nurse up the stairs, and back into the front hall. The aging hardwood floor glowed in the setting sun, highlighted with strips of white. Both of their shoes clacked on the floor as they traversed, following Louisa's lead. It really was a deceptively pleasant looking house, considering that it housed a giant royal from a warrior culture. It seemed like it should have a pleasant, 'little-house-on-the-prairie' type of family instead.

The two of them ascended the stairs. His feet sank into plush carpeting. It was one of the few parts of the house that seemed to be used regularly, he could see a bit of an imprint on the stairs, likely as a result of having regularly been used by a woman the size of a small truck. And Louisa, too, who was not exactly petite.

He hadn't been thinking about the wildness of what he'd seen, he'd been too focused on the competition, but in the evening light and with Sheeva up wherever she was, he finally broached the subject.

"So, uh," he coughed, "I mean, like, I've kinda of... Uh..." He blushed, "...She has four arms."

"Just noticed, did you?" Louisa teased.

"I mean, uh... Well... Why? And what's a Shokan? I'm guessing she's not human, but, like, what is she?"

"She's a Shokan," Louisa answered simply.

"...Okay, yes, I've heard as much," he rolled his eyes, "I MEAN, like... What's a Shokan? Where do they come from? How is one here? And why is she setting up sex competitions and wrestling matches with college students?"

"Look," Louisa turned to him, "I could explain that. I could tell you all about her, and all the things that brought her here, and how we met, and what we do together - Which I'm sure you'd especially enjoy - And all those fun things. But if I do that, it'll take a long time, and that's time that you're not going to be spending with your dick inside what I can assure you is a WONDERFULLY tight cunt belonging to an extremely hot, extremely powerful, and right now, extremely HORNY woman. So, you want me to tell you, or you want to go get laid?"

"Well... When you put it like that," Teddie shrugged, "Well, I guess, uh..."

Before he could even finish his sentece, Louisa's hands were on his shoulders as she spun him around and pushed him with great force towards Sheeva's door, laughing as she did. He stumbled in, fortunately the door was open, and saw Sheeva reclining on the bed, her legs open, displaying her muscular vagina.

The woman he had been wrestling with lay back, her powerful body on display. He'd been able to tell she was powerful when she was working out, and she certainly felt it when she was dominating him in the ring. Now, though... Now, though, he could see it as the pure sex goddess she was. Her vaginal walls were muscular and strong, looking to grip him tightly, her legs were thick and powerful as towers, those massive thighs built for thrashing and crushing hips. She had a thick and muscled waist, one built for wrestling and destroying any man, and her abs were well-defined with striations running through them, showing the power she was used to throwing around.

"Uhh... Hi," he said, as if they hadn't just been grappling and pushing each-other to the very limits of human physical and sexual endurance. She laughed, and looked up at him.

"Are you ready to attempt to pleasure a true Shokan warrior, human?" She asked, "I warn you, whatever pleasure you experienced from my body before is nothing compared to what I can do to you once you are between my legs. Even on top, you will be powerless before me."

He expected the bedroom. It was a fairly normal looking room, clearly more used than the rest of the house, but it wasn't exactly unusual. The walls had floral patterns and old paintings. Frankly, there was an almost amusing contrast between the woman, a massive, muscular beast of a woman who was 2 metres tall and could physically destroy him, and the room itself, which looked like the sort of thing a Victorian schoolteacher would have. Then again, he didn't know how long Shokan actually lived. Maybe this sort of thing was in style when she was younger.

It wasn't generally the sort of thing that you should ask a woman, how old she was. Especially a woman who looked like she could tear your head off.

The bedroom wasn't unusual. The bed was. Or rather, the thing next to the bed was.

"What the hell..." Teddie said.

The machine looked like some sort of mix of a mad scientist's lab equipment and a medieval torture device. Straps and cuffs hung off of it, along with some sort of harness that looked like it would go around a man's waist. A second one, larger, was on the other side. Then a low platform hooked under the mattress, as if it was serving the mattress up at a hotel breakfast.

A bit of his mind couldn’t help laughing at the idea of the phrase ‘eating out’ in that context, but he couldn’t figure out how exactly to tell the joke. Besides, Sheeva didn’t look like she was here for laughter. She looked like she was here for action. Dirty, messy, wild action. Her chest was rising and falling heavily, her nipples were stiff as a virgin's cock in a strip club, and her labia open to reveal her dripping passage.

And yet, as aroused as she clearly was, the look in her eye was not one of seduction. It was one of challenge, of dominance, even cruelty. She wanted to be fucked, that was certain, but even more so, she clearly wanted to defy him. Maintain her dominance, prove her physical superiority to him.

And yet, as aroused as she clearly was, the look in her eye was not one of seduction. It was one of challenge, of dominance, even cruelty. She wanted to be fucked, that was certain, but even more so, she clearly wanted to defy him. Maintain her dominance, prove her physical superiority to him.

"Are you ready for the challenge?"

Teddie looked at the strange machine, and then back at her.

"Frankly," he said slowly, "I'm... Not really sure what the challenge even IS. What the hell is that thing?"


"Simple," she answered, "No man could possibly outlast me in sex. To give them, ha, at least a ghost of a chance, I have got Louisa to make this device that measures the force of the fuck. You would never be able to fuck me long enough to make me cum. No man ever has. But at the very least, you could fuck me hard enough to measure more power with your thrusts than when I'm on top. Unlikely, but at least possible. That's what the device does. It wraps around our bodies, hands, arms, waists, hips... It measures the power of the fuck and converts it to a score."

Teddie nodded. He wasn't actually sure what she meant by that, but he didn't care too much. This was a competition. A battle. And here was a fighter. The specifics of how they were competing weren't the key, the fact was that she'd beat him at wrestling, and now, he was going to beat her at sex. That was it. Whatever the rules of this strange sexual battle were, he was going to win. And frankly, if he didn't, he was still going to give this big bitch the ride of her life before he failed, however the fuck he was supposed to do it.

Still, the crack about how he couldn't possibly outlast her got to him. Had he not done better than expected in wrestling? Fuck, she was a seven foot giant of a woman, he shouldn't have even done half as well as he had. Who was she to say he couldn't do something, after just taking this bitch to the limit despite her being in a weight class that didn't even exist. He had more than proved himself capable of doing things 'no man' could do.

Plus, that whole machine looked a little... Well, weird. He'd rather conquer her the way men usually conquered women, cock to cunt. Manhood to womanhood. Body to body.

She seemed to sense his apprehension about the machine, and smirked up at him, "You're not afraid, are you?" She asked, her voice full of confidence, "You aren't trying to change the game to avoid losing?"

He knew the question was intended to provoke him into accepting the battle right now. Thing is, it worked. He'd be damned if he was going to let her talk down to him. But he wasn't going to let her think she was better than him, either.

"Listen, big girl, I can handle myself. I'm more wondering why you're so afraid of me outlasting you you need to be a build a big machine to compete by proxy."

"Ha!" Sheeva tossed her head, "Afraid of a human's cock? I have outlasted many, do not presume to know my abilities."

"She likes it rough, like I said," Louisa told him, "Frankly, one orgasm isn't gonna satisfy her, even if it might satisfy you. She likes to have a good ride, and the measurement allows her to compete even when the guy under her is too exhausted to keep going. You can always back out if you want, we're not going to force you to do anything."

"Wrong. We force you to choose," Sheeva answered, "Be a man or be a coward."

Sheeva's mockery didn't convince him to take her up on this weird alternate form of competition, but the reassurance he could 'always back out' would. He was willing to push Sheeva to fight a different way, but he wouldn't let anyone - Sheeva, Louisa, or him, think he would back down from a challenge. He wasn't afraid of anyone, man, or woman, and he certainly wasn't afraid of being strapped into some odd device while he was riding someone. And frankly, if Sheeva was going to just lie back and let him thrust away, well, she would find out that he was capable of bringing both power and skill to a sexual encounter, and more of both than she could take.

The nurse grabbed the various heavy-looking leather straps and stepped forward, wrapping them around Sheeva's lower arms to start. Sheeva looked a little annoyed at her, but she was, at least, calm. Whatever happening was... Well, was whatever was supposed to be happening. What was bothering Teddie was that... Well, honestly, this was a competition, he didn't want an advantage of having his opponent strapped down so she couldn't fight back. Wasn't this about superiority? How could superiority be established if one of them wasn't even able to move?

"Hey, uh, is all of that necessary?" Teddie asked, "I mean, well... You know, she is a big woman, but isn't this a contest? I don't need any help to win."

Sheeva looked up at him with a confident smile, "Yes, do you NEED to strap me in, Louisa? Isn't this excessive?"

"No, it isn't," Louisa answered, and looked to him, "It's for your own protection."

"Protection against my power," Sheeva taunted.

"PROTECTION," Louisa answered, "Against cheating Shokan," there was an almost matronly, teasing tone in her voice as she looked down at Sheeva.

"I do not cheat."

"Oh, don't you? What about that man from Bermuda last week?" She asked.

"Pah," Sheeva laughed as Louisa continued to strap her down, "All is fair in love and war."

"But weirdly enough, not competitions based on them," Louisa told her, "You're the one who made the rules up, Sheeva."

"I'm a queen. I can break them," she answered, but it was clear this wasn't a real argument, simply a bit of playful back-and-forth between friends.

"Anyway," Louisa said, turning to him, "Cheating or not, we do need to hook her up. It's not just for the rules, it also measures, well, how well you're fucking her. Her blood pressure, body temperature, all that fun stuff. Basically, it lets us see how good you are. Because if we left it up to her," Louisa gave a bit of a dirty look to Sheeva, "She'd say no man ever matched her.”

"And it would be true!" The Shokan objected, "My body is far superior to any man's. It is why I rule the Shokan, not our previous princes. I am the rightful queen!"

"And you're a right blabbermouth, too, sometimes," Louisa teased, hooking wires to Sheeva's breasts. He could only assume they measured something about arousal, he couldn't be sure what, but there was plenty of strange stuff around here. He was ready to prove he was a man. He was ready to prove he was better than either of these women thought. That was what he wanted, to win, to prove himself. All he ever wanted.

As he got ready, Sheeva was still as prideful as ever.

"Human cocks are nothing but toys for my mighty vagina to play with. I can fuck men with a force of 1,000 on the machine. You have three tries, three orgasms in me, and you won't even measure half my greatest score!"

He didn't understand how all this was measured, but frankly, it didn't matter. It was a challenge, and he would meet it. It was what he did.

Slowly, Teddie climbed onto the bed, looking down at the woman spread out beneath him. She was glorious, he was eager to fuck her. But more eager to overwhelm her, to pin her underneath him and sink his rock-hard cock into her wet cunt, to feel her body give way under his as he fucked her through the bed and into the floor. But to tame this beast, he would need to give her the fuck of her life, and that wouldn't be easy.

But nothing was ever gained by playing safe.

"You know what?" He smiled, "Not only will I beat you, I'll break your record, as well."

Sheeva laughed at that as he felt Louisa work on strapping him into this device. He couldn't see exactly how it worked, but it didn't matter too much. He was more focused on the mighty woman beneath him.

"You'll never get close, human," Sheeva answered, "When you're done, you'll be nothing but my bitch. My slave!"

"No, when I'm done, I'll have you shaking and gasping like a bitch for me, and begging for me to stop. You'll be crying, whimpering, begging for mercy from my cock. Your attitude is tough, but we both know it's covering up the fact that you're going to submit to me tonight. You act all hot and tough like a big dangerous bitch, but you're looking for a man to put you in your place, and I'm the one who will do it. And you’re gonna love it."

He didn't know where those words of dominance came from, but even the big woman was impressed by his words as she looked up at him. For a moment, she almost seemed taken aback, but soon enough, she recovered, and smiled up at him.

"Human, you speak like a true warrior. But you know not of whom you speak. I am a Shokan queen, a proud warrior woman. You are a hairless monkey, and your drive to win will sputter to a stop as soon as you feel a real woman's body. You came when we wrestled, you think you can handle my body in bed? Your dick will suffer and spurt an ocean of seed in deference to my superior sex. You will not defeat my body, you WILL submit to my sex, and you will love every moment of it."

She certainly talked a good game. But for now, talk was all she was doing, and he was pretty certain he knew how to shut her up. Once he was sure he was properly strapped in for the contest, he smiled wickedly down at her, and pressed his hand to her shoulder.

"You think you're so tough, Shokan?" He asked her, "Prove it. I'm tired of the talk."

And with that, he drove his hips forward, slamming his manhood into her as hard as he could. This was what it was about, this was his time to shine, to dominate.

Or at least, it was his time for a minute or so, but then, he suddenly realized just how awesomely tight and wet her clenching hole felt around his tool. Fuck, it was like a soaking mess of pleasure just sucking him in deeper and deeper, this woman's cunt was absolutely amazing. He didn't have words for it, she felt absoloutely amazing. For a moment, he couldn't even thrust. He basically couldn't do anything, her cunt felt like it was dragging him deeper and deeper into a pit of pure passion, sucking on his dick so hard it made him dizzy. Her folds were so wet, and yet, so strong. Powerfully strong. Pure muscle, powerful and unyielding, wrapped around his dick so tightly, like a whirlpool of power.
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"H-Holy fuck," he groaned, practically in shock at just how awesome her cunt felt. He'd been in tight and strong women before, but god damn, thiswas just on a whole different level of slick, strong, feminine muscle that just attacked his cock on all sides and swirled around him in insane, glorious patterns. FUCK she was tight and wet. And her folds kept rubbing and squeezing with every intake of breath. He had to hold still for a moment to avoid spurting a fucking ocean of cum right there.

On her back, Sheeva laughed at him struggling to deal with the awesome sensations of her pussy. The mighty, muscular woman looked in his eyes, as the sweat dripped down his brow and forehead, staring at him with her deep, dark eyes.

"Do you feel the power of a true Shokan warrior, puny man?" She muttered while squeezing his dick in her muscles. Her voice had a deep, powerful tone to it, one he could practically feel in his chest. And in his dick. Fucking hell, Sheeva was intimidating in every possible way, and she was swirling her pussy around his dick like an expert, even before he had fully started fucking her.

She sucked on her finger for a moment, beforestretching the leather strap and reaching up to pinch his nipple. It wasn't what he'd usually find arousing, but somehow her power and dominance made him just moan harder, and his cock swelled up more inside her at the feeling of her pinching his nipples.

"Ha, you moan like a woman!" She laughed, squeezing harder against it. Her attack on his nipples was demeaning and yet destructive, as she took control of his body and his cock with just her fingers and the sheer force of her mighty man-milking muscles.

While he was groaning, she was still working him over, and after a moment of his struggles, he felt her hips rise up and mash him in to the hilt. Sheeva's cunt clutched and rippled against his cock, while her hips grinded against his body for a moment. Fuck, it was too damn good, he'd never been in a woman this powerful, this erotic, who so utterly refused to be conquered. Her pussy was gripping him like a fist, and her glare from below told him that she would not let this be easy on either of them. She would defy him and dominate him until one of them was completely taken down.

And fucking hell, right now it was pretty clear which one of them it would be. Her powerful pussy was gripping and stroking at his cock so damn well that he could barely think straight, and a moment later, he felt her hand grab at his chin. She couldn't reach any farther than that, but she used that leverage to pull him into a kiss, and counted on the fact that he would neverturn down a challenge to stop him from backing out.

She was right on that. He didn't back down. He didn't refuse fights. And his tongue slipped deep into her mouth to do battle with hers, their faces pressed so tight he could feel her warm breath in his mouth, and then after a moment more, he felt how her wet, powerful pussy started to squeeze down and her hips rolled. He groaned loud. Fuck. She was all over him, and he was only barely able to move his hips in order to pump into her. He'd manage one or two thrusts, but then the pleasure would grow around him, and he'd start to groan.

"Feel my power," she whispered into his mouth, and then started to suck on his tongue practically deep-throating it as she dominated him even from below, reminding him of what a powerful woman he was on... And how badly that fact made him want to spurt out a fucking ocean in her.

Teddie groaned into her lips as she kept forcing his tongue down her throat and twisting her tongue around it like a whirlwind. Teddie had never been in such a position, he'd never known such power beneath him. And somehow, even tied down, she seemed in control. He had more range of movement, technically, he was supposed to be able to pump his hips, but he couldn't bring himself to. The mix of his pride in himself as a man and a warrior, and the sheer musclepower of the woman beneath him meant that he found himself content to just lie there trapped by the powerful muscles of her legs, her sex, and her hips.

He could feel his cock pulsing inside of her, desperate for release. It was stuck, shoved deep in her silken, vicegrip inferno. He could hear his own breath coming fast and light as he tried to control an orgasm that was starting to feel inevitable, deep in the musclebound hole of the woman beneath him. Fucking hell, Sheeva was dominant on the mats and dominant in bed, mind-blowingly powerful in both, and he was desperately trying to keep up.

"You," she murmurred against his lips, "Are a powerful man... But I am a queen... And as a man, you must fall before me."

Such talk would normally have been a turn-off, but from her, there was nothing more erotic than the thought of submitting. He knew deep down he didn't want to, he wanted to dominate her, he wanted to put her in his place beneath him, but the only thing he could think about or feel was her body, her hot, tight sex surrounding and squeezing his own.

Sweat was dripping down his brow, his eyes were squeezed shut. He was doing everything he could, but that wretched smirk on her face, and the squeezing, twisting of her pussy, as though every inch of her knew full-well what he wanted to do and was actively breaking his will to stop it it, just drove him right over the edge. He let out a loud groan as his bulky body pressed into hers, and then, after a few gruelling seconds, finally gave in. His cock began to blast his seed into her, even as she bit down on his tongue, stifling his cries in a way that pushed him into a new orbit of pleasure and pain.

It was total control and domination as his balls unloaded into her pussy. He could feel his very seed drinking her. Her moans increasing, as he gave one last thrust and then collapsed on top of her.

His head fell to her chest as she wrapped her arms around him, "A nice try, human," she mocked him, "But a pitiful result. Your manhood is not worthy of my body, and now, both of us have seen the proof. You lack the strength to satisfy me, and the power necessary to beat me. You are not a man deserving of my sex."

He could only groan as she mocked in, grinding in her dominance with small thrusts of her hips. His tongue lolled out a bit as he tried to respond, but only groans came out.


"The mighty human, brought so low," the Shokan queen laughed as he lay atop her, their juices leaking from her slit and down her legs, "How could you hope to defeat me now that your body has exhausted itself in me? You are nothing but an inferior beast against my body."

He shuddered. It certainly felt true, at least in his post-orgasm state. Whether it was true or not was almost beyond the point, even if he could potentially defeat her like this, he would have to be able to put his all into it... And that took apart not only his stamina, but his motivation to dominate her like this.

"I've proved my might," the Shokan declared.

"What you PROVED," Louisa interrupted, "Is that he can only win if you're fighting fair."

He looked up at Louisa, confusion visible on his face for a few moments before Louisa explained.

"Sheeva was cheating."

"I was not!"

"You WERE," Louisa answered, "Because you're SUPPOSED to give him free reign to pound you all he wants. Instead, you were grabbing at his head, holding him in. His dick can't exactly trap your pussy like that either, don't think I didn't see what you were doing."

“Was she not supposed to do that?” He asked. He hadn’t understood the rules of the competition precisely, and it was, after all, just an excuse to have sex with a winner. But nevertheless, he was determined to win any competition and cheating... Well, that was more than just an unfair advantage, it made the whole idea of competing pointless.

“I can do what I want,” Sheeva objected.

“You can,” Louisa answered, “And in this case, you can win fairly, or you can cheat, and declare victory because you’re unwilling to actually take him on in a straight challenge.”


“Your insolence is noted, Louisa,” Sheeva growled up at her. It was impressive how intimidating the woman could be while lying on her back with a pussy filled with cum and coated in sweat and sexual fluids, “We shall have words later.”

“Unless those words are ‘Sorry for cheating,’ I don’t want to hear them,” Louisa answered back, “Now, are you ready to take on the challenge for real?”

“I can take any challenge,” Sheeva growled, but her voice was muted by frustration. The mighty woman was clearly annoyed by Louisa's objection, but her lack of fury made it clear they were true, also. Whatever else she was doing, she had been going against the way she was supposed to in that first round of their contest. Teddie was, honestly, a little insulted. He looked down at her. He should have been just straight-up pissed, and he did feel a little bit of anger... But it was being drowned out by something else. Determination. She had dominated him... But she'd cheated. And now, he would make her pay. He would fuck this bitch so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

The Shokan queen met his gaze. She knew she had been playing unfair, and while there wasn't a hint of apology in her eyes, there was defiance, and defying something meant that you had to admit it had you in a position to make the demands you were defying. It was a rare, and to most people even imperceptible, sign of weakness from the mighty woman. But to a competitor who knew what to look for, it was a clear sign that she was less confident than she wanted to admit.

He looked back at her, the imposing and dominant queen, returned her gaze with one of command and its own dominance. He wouldn't be cowed by her size and stature and whatever political power she wielded as the queen of the Shokan. Right now, she was on her back, she'd been properly chastised about cheating, and soon, she would be his.

He placed his hands on her hips once more, and felt the firm flesh. He kept his eyes on hers, a stern stare that warned of the consequences of defiance, and slowly repositioned himself for the contest. He had her at his mercy, and any chance of mercy had gone out the window when he found out she was cheating. This was about the competition still, of course, but it wasn't just about him wanting to win. She hadn't just disrespected him by cheating - If anything, that she needed to cheat to win was respect of its own sort - But she disrespected the concept of the competition itself. That was something he wasn't going to stand for, and so he was going to punish her in the most effective way he knew how - By winning the next round of the competition so dominantly and undeniably she wouldn't even be thinking of winning her turn on top, much less cheating to defeat him.

He pulled his hips back, and then once his tip was almost fully out, he suddenly and powerfully thrust forward, sending his dick head slamming into her womb, and got the gasp of pleasure he'd been expecting. He heard a sound of appreciation from Louisa. He didn't know exactly what it meant, he assumed it had something to do with that screen that looked like a scoreboard on the device, but right now, what it meant wasn't important. What was important was that he was on top, she was below, and he was about to make her suffer the humiliation of being fucked so ruthlessly that she wouldn't ever question his ability to dominate her - Or anyone - Again.

Time after time, his hips slammed into hers. He could feel her body hake beneath him, as his dick went in with one hard thrust after another. The force of his thrusts, and the sound of his pelvis repeatedly smacking into her hips echoed through the room, along with the heavy breathing of the woman beneath him. She was doing her best to outlast him, but he wasn't giving her a chance. He was making the massive woman beneath him gasp and shudder with every thrust.

He knew deep down she loved it, she loved competition like him, and a good fair fight was as good as a fuck - And this was both. But he also knew she would never show it. After all, that was part of the appeal, a battle between powerful forces, man and woman, and no mercy or quarter shown.

He looked up at the machine, and saw the scoreboard had lit up - And he was doing well. Of course, he could have known that just from how sweat was pouring down his face and how the woman beneath him was groaning and bucking her hips against his. But it was good to have some confirmation, even as the more obvious confirmation - Her pussy squeezing and shaking - Came at the same time, and proved it as well as anything in the world could.

Still, he couldn't resist the chance to run up the score, as they say. He looked down at the shaking woman beneath him with a smile.

"One thousand, you said?" He asked, "I bet I can beat that."


And he started the attempt, pulling back, and pounding in harder and faster every time. He had known he was doing well before, of course, and giving her orgasms... But the harder he pushed, the more those orgasms he'd given her started to feel like they were nothing. He felt her body tense up, her head arch back, and her eyes squeeze shut. He heard an uncharacteristically weak groan from her throat as he slammed his hips against hers.

"That's right," he growled at her, "Moan for me, gasp for me, but most of all, CUM for me!" He demanded, as thrust after thrust he buried himself in her. His dominance was plain, not even Sheeva could deny it. Hell, Sheeva couldn’t even catch her breath as he slammed his cock deep in her time after time.

"AAHHHHHH!" The mighty woman groaned, as the first truly powerful orgasm hit her. Had he not been in the heat of competition, one might have hit him, too, but he was focused on more important things. He was going to win, and punish this woman for how she'd defied him. Her body was shaking below him, and he wasn't stopping. He felt her cunt walls squeeze and clutch on his cock, but it was all so much sexual background noise - He just kept his eye on the score. The more he thrust, the more she came, the higher the score would go.

And it was getting near that one thousand mark she had been so proud of. If she weren't so absorbed in her shaking and moaning orgasms, he might have taken the time to point that out, but right now she was just absorbed in the dominance he was giving her.

"Yeah, bet no man fucks you like this," he growled at her.

"N-No... Ahhh! M-man dares!" She moaned, her own arms straining to grasp - Not him this time - But her own breasts.

He obliged her desire by grabbing onto her tits, and using them for a grip to better drive himself into her. They were fucking so hard he felt the bed begin to slide across the floor with every thrust, dragging the heavy machine with it.

"One does now, girl!" He growled, enjoying feeling his strength with every thrust against her. It was incredible, and he could barely comprehend that the pumping, panting, sweating mass of erotic muscle beneath him could ever be any more beautiful than it was in this moment. She would not break him, nots like this. He would break her. He would make her cry out in a pleasure so pure it would crush any final sense of control she may have in this sexual battle. His hips were aching, his heart pounding, his balls tingling with a sensation just barely this side of painful, and he wouldn't stop. Not until her arms had gone completely limp, she was a puddle of quivering flesh beneath him, eyes rolling in back of her head with ever growing depraved sounds which would degrade her more than anything he could ever say to her.

Licking his lips, leaned in and started to bite and suck on the side of her neck. She moaned as he began to thrust in and out, grunting with every push. He could hear the sound of her heart beating, the ragged sound of her breathing which was now beginning to sound more like desperate panting, the slick squelching sound of his cock plunging in and out of her cunt which was more than ready for his seed. But he wouldn't give it yet, he refused to until he had her broken beneath him.

"Give up, Sheeva, your body wants to... give in."

His did, too, until he looked at the score. 800. He could break her record here, he just knew it. That would show the arrogant bitch. He started pounding harder now, intent on driving up the score, proving he could break the 1000 point mark she was so proud of. It wouldn't be easy, of course, but he could do it. He would show her that he was just as good as she was. Better. He was in charge in bed. He was in charge of her, every time.

He was so invested in watching the score go up that he didn't even hear the sound of her gasps and moans, or realize she was orgasming until he (only barely) felt her pussy start to squeeze his dick, he was so focused on the numbers on the screen and riding her that he didn't fully take notice. However, he didn't care either. He was focused on destroying her, dominating her, and more than that, he wanted to prove that he was better than her so bad he could taste it. Her pleasure was a distraction, mattering only because it was necessary to keep scoring points and proving his superiority.

"E-ELDER GODS!" The woman beneath him groaned as her vagina tightened again and her body shook. He knew another orgasm was building and he grabbed onto her breasts harder, forcing himself to keep pumping even as her orgasms pleasured his cock.

He didn't know what type of gods the Shokan worshipped, but it didn't matter. This one would be worshipping his cock after this. He could feel her shaking, he could feel her cumming on his cock. He just watched the numbers rising. 900, 925, 950... They were going up, he was making progress. He was on top of her, and he was going to break the 1000 point mark soon, if he could just squeeze out a few more points. He grunted, panting, staring at the screen as the numbers started to slow in their climb. 975... 980... 990.... 1000!!!

And as if to punctuate that moment, Sheeva came hard on his cock again, groaning and bucking beneath him. It was incredible, he felt like a god. She was his right now, the record she had been so proud of was broken, and he had done it. He could feel his own cum boiling in his balls, and he pulled out of her and aimed his dick at her face as he came. His seed splattered on her, falling into her open mouth as she moaned under him. He grabbed his cock, cum firing in short bursts onto her face and chest as she moaned louder and shook harder.

"FUCK YES!" He groaned, as his semen continued to pour over her, and he finally fell back, gasping, and leaning over the mighty woman's heaving body, as the ticker reached 1150.

It left her gasping, and glaring up at him. He smiled, taking a deep breath.

Louisa looked up at him with a small smile, "Impressive," she said, "But you know you've pissed her off, now. She's not gonna play nice on top."

"Good. I don't want her to play nice, I want her to give me all she's got."

He didn't quite know what it would even mean for Sheeva to 'play nice,' she was, after all, a giant of a woman who could break him in two without trying too hard. But hell, he'd made her try pretty damn hard in the wrestling round, and now he was going to prove to her that he was too much for her, he would win, and she would submit and beg him for more. As Louisa began to unstrap Sheeva from the bed, he smiled at Sheeva.

"Ready to show me what you have?"

"What I have is more than you can handle, human," Sheeva grunted, flexing her mighty arms as she stood.

He lay back on the bed, looking up at her defiantly, "You say things like that a lot, Sheeva," he said, "But time after time, I keep handling it just fine. Maybe you're the one overestimating themselves."

Sheeva growled at him, and Louisa looked a little worried, "Might not want to provoke her, Teddie."

Sheeva took another look at the score, as if she was needing to remind herself it was real. Teddie couldn't help taunting her a bit more on that one, "Come on, Sheeva, we both know I beat you there, and we both know I don't even need another round before we keep going. I'm the best fuck you've ever had, and I'm a better fuck than you'll ever be."

The massive Shokan glared as him with a look that could kill, as Louisa stepped forward to strap Teddie into the bed. She seemed a little bit concerned about him as she held his hand and wrapped the various straps and leathers around it. He gave her a small wink while Sheeva climbed on top of him, and looked down with an imperious glare. She kneeled on the bed, her knees beside his hips, and stared down at him with a look that said she could snap him like a twigs.

The look didn't scare him. He wanted to see her try. He wanted her to give him everything she had. After all, that was the whole point of this, that they would both do their best to try to destroy the other. It was a contest. It was an erotic war of the minds and bodies. Ri ght now, of course, the body was the key thing. She would get to ride him hard, hard as she could, and he would prove that he could take anything she could give him. And he would prove he was stronger, and could fuck harder.

He felt her vaginal lips press against the tip of his bell-headed cock. There was a wicked smile as she prepared to lower herself onto him. His hands reached out to grab her hips, but the binding wouldn't let him raise his hands up to grasp her. He could only look up and watch as she readied herself for her part of the contest.

Slowly, with almost shocking (lack of) speed and impressive precision, he felt the mighty woman's hips start to slide down over his stiff shaft. He looked up, and had to bite his lip as her impressively tight vaginal tunnel slowly swallowed his cock. It was impressive to feel even when he was on top, but to be on the bottom while she was on top was a level of pressure he hadn't expected. And it was clear from the smirk on her face that she could see his surprise.

"What's wrong, little man?" The mighty woman taunted, using her superior strength to slowly drag her tunnel up and down his shaft. "I thought you wanted to show me what you had! Don't tell me this is too much for you already?"

Not too much, not quite, not yet, but he couldn't deny how intense her vice-like grip around his manhood felt. Even without her pounding on him, even before he was inside her, just the top third of his cock had already felt like it was going to explode from her magnificently swollen labia. Fuck, he could even see them pulsing with a kind of raw strength and power, as if they were little slabs of muscular flesh themselves.

He could feel the sweat dripping down his brow, and clenched his hands in the sheets as hard as he could in an effort to distract himself from the waves of pleasure as she settled down, her lower lips at the very base of his cock. He had to catch himself to avoid groaning, she was bringing him close to orgasm already and there was no way he'd be able to hide it from her if he let himself go.

He groaned, and tensed his muscles, his shoulders and biceps straining with exertion as the powerful shokan forced herself down on his body. She was getting ready to ride him as hard as she could, and he knew he had to make a statement here. He tensed every muscle he could, and despite the straps holding him down, he managed to slowly, strenuously, get his hands away from the bed. He shuddered with exertion and pleasure alike--the physical effort and the endless carnal feeling of her body massaging his was an experience like no other.

Just as she prepared to raise her hips, he got his hands up to her waist and grasped onto them, holding them, just little, down on him. It wasn't the level of pressure that it would take to stop her completely, but it was at least enough to ruin her rhythm and get her off-track for a second. Make her see that even stuck on his back, he wasn't going to stop fighting.

She was certainly surprised by his resistance as she looked down, but she didn't stop. She reached down and grasped his hands--with her greater strength, it was trivial for her to keep him under her, and she was going to make him pay. She slowly, but firmly increased the pressure, building up a small rhythm as she started to smile. But he kept his eyes on her, making it clear he had no intention of stopping. He was going to show her who was superior.

The two warriors, both eager for victory and dominance, eyed each other like predators. The superior position wasn't the key to victory. The key was will, force, and drive. Who wanted it more. He was going to show her his desire to win was much stronger than hers, his body superior to hers. They were chest to chest, breathing heavily into each other's faces, their eyes locked onto the other's.

Then, he felt her hips rise from his grip. He tried to hold on, but the mighty Shokan woman was too powerful for him to hold still. She distracted him with a quick clench of her kegel muscles and slipped out of his grip, beginning to give him the ride she had promised. It was an incredible feeling, her body, her pussy, slowly starting to rise and fall. She moved slowly at first, carefully seeing how he would react. He tried not to show the explosive pleasure racing through his body as the mighty woman rose and fell on him.

Not that it would have made that much of a difference. The pure power of the woman was more than he could have expected, and it was clear that her pleasure wasn't on her mind, and his was only in that it was necessary as part of the sex. She began to pick up her pace, rising and falling faster as she began to see the pleasure mounting in his face. He groaned loudly as she raised herself up and then slammed back down on him, her ass smacking into his as she let out a growl. She began to rapidly bounce up and down on him, watching his face twist with ecstasy as she put all of her body behind her thrusts. She let out a loud growl as he felt her pussy begin to tighten, the pleasure growing more and more intense with every passing moment.

The mighty she-beast begins to moan, and Teddie just closed his eyes as her hips rapidly grinded into him. The muscle-bound woman displayed a surprising flexibility as she began to bounce of the bed, and her growling became louder. Teddie moaned in ecstasy, making Sheeva smile as she knew he was close. He felt the pressure grow and grow within him as she tried to bring him to the edge of bursting. Well, no. Not tried to bring him to the edge, he was on the edge easily, she was trying to force him over with ruthless, powerful thrusting.

It wasn't easy, he had to grit his teeth and clench his muscles, but he held on. He could feel her powerful body, her muscles moving, the sweat dripping off of her, the raw scent of sex filling his nostrils. Teddie continued to just hang on as she slammed herself down again and again. He grunted as she landed on him with all of her weight every time, but continued to resist his urge to orgasm.

"Your defiance is quite something," Sheeva said, as she began to rear back, slowly lifting herself up to the tip of his cock, "But my patience has its limits, and your body cannot resist me forever. I am a queen and a warrior, and you are nothing more than a mewling babe in the face of my might. You will succumb, as all men do, to the power of my royal womb. Surrender to me!"

"Getting tired, little man?" Sheeva mocked as she continued to work his cock with her powerful vagina, "You're muscles are exhausted, and you can't resist the might of my royal vagina. Admit it: you have been defeated by the queen!"

"Never!" Teddie shouted, even bound to the bed he refused to accept her power. It was so hard not to cum, and even harder when she dropped her hips back down to the base and started to grind on him, her mighty pussy wrapped around his cock while her huge tits bounced in front of his face. It was like her hips were a primitive form of hands, stroking his dick with each thrust. She stopped toying with him and went back to riding him for real, pushing herself up and slamming herself down on his dick hard enough to make the whole bed shake. He looked up her mountainous figure to see her smile wickedly, then at the same time, clench on his cock and slap him across the face.

The strike broke his concentration, and then the clench was too much for a normal man. "OH FUCK!" he cried out as his dick spasmed inside her, thick ropes of cum launching inside her as he filled her up. For a moment Teddie's whole body went taut as his eyes rolled back in his head, and his whole world seemed to be nothing but his dick blasting semen and the strong, muscular walls of her pussy. Then, after an eternity and a split second he collapsed back against the bed, with Sheeva following him down, forcing all the air out of his body.

"You sniveling worm," Sheeva laughed as her muscles continued to convulse around his dick, "look at you, all spent and weak. It’s so easy to break you."

"You might... Break me..." He panted, his voice weak from exhaustion and exertion of the orgasm that the mighty woman had just forced from his body, "But you didn't break... My high score."


It wasn't necessarily the most intimidating of retorts, but when the score was the point of the competition, it was both true and effective. She looked back, and he saw her face twist into a growl of displeasure as she noticed that she had only managed to score 750 on the machine's display, not nearly enough to beat his own mark. She looked back down at him.

"Then I suppose I'll just have to fuck you harder!" She announced, and immediately her hips lifted again, and Teddie could feel himself sliding out of her, his cock slick with cum from the first orgasm. The lips stretched wide around his cock as she pulled upwards with her core muscles, before she snapped back down, driving him deep inside herself.

"Holy fuck, that's good!" He cried out as ecstasy raced through him. Her pussy walls were spasming and rippling around his dick now as the powerful muscles massaged him from the inside. Her hips were moving like a piston, driving him inside herself again and again and again. He didn't know how long he could last like this, but from the wicked grin spreading across her face, it was clear she was going to find out. And probably make him hurt as she used his body to do it.


"Fuck... Fucking fuck... Fck fuuckk..." He cursed as pure pleasure cascaded through him and the force of her thrusts rocked his world. The power just seemed to keep growing, her hips coming down like a hammer now. He could barely breathe as the smacking of hips on flesh echoed off the walls, the sound punctuated by his grunts and her delicious laughter. God, it hurt like hell. She was a beast of a woman, using him, abusing him, ravaging his body, demanding everything he had and then demanding some more.

His cock was beginning to ache. How could it not? The pressure of her body slamminmg down on his, the power of her hips smashing into him, it was all too much for him. Too much for anyone. It was an incredible amount of force, and he could barely think about anything except the feeling of her hips smacking into his own, and her cunt dominating his cock. Slam after slam, grind after grind, her incredible, muscular body pounded down on his own.

Was this what it felt like when he was on top of her? He wasn’t watching the score. Not because he didn’t want o get distracted from the contest, more because he couldn’t focus himself enough to look at anything but the msasive woman riding him. He knew that she’d reached 750 last round, and he knew that this round was necessarily going to be more. He could feel that her pounding was harder than it was in the last round, she was going to beat her score, and it was hurting like hell.

“LOok at you, pitiful man,” The Shokan growled down at him, as her hips continued to mash his into the bed. He couldn’t, of course, look at himself. He couldn’t look at anything, the force with which she slammed him on the bed was overpowering his ability to do anything but stare st5raight up and try to put his mind on anything other than the power, control, and dominance of the woman on top of him. So much muscle, so much power, so much control of him and his body with just her crushing hips. It was hard to dispute or deny that she was more woman than any man had ever handled. He was just trying not to break for her.

That was, in fact, not easy to do. He had to try not to shatter, and try not to cum, and her body made both of those tasks challenging. The heat of her form crushing down on his made it hard to hold onto his arousal, and the straps stopped him from adjusting his hips to deny her the pressure and force she was using, to deny her the pleasure of crushing his body to dust. She would like it. He could tell. She was a dominant, cruel, controlling woman who had no mercy for those too weak to handle her body.

Suddenly, he felt her massive hands around his throat, pulsing down and crushing the air from his body with her dominance. He instinctively reached up to grab at her hands, although he knew that there was no way for him to actually stop her from doing this, from crushing and squeezing the life from his throat, his hands had to make some token effort to stop the destruction of his body. She was in control, and he had to breathe.

But of course, her goal was not simply destruction. Her goal was domination, erotic control, and of course, orgasm. The mighty woman continued to grind her hips against his, then leaned in, and slowly dragged her tongue over his cheek. He shuddered as he felt her dripping tongue stroke him, and then, she pulled back, still holding his throat with one hand, and growled out a single, body-shaking command.

"Cum."

Helplessly, unwillingly, he obeyed. His cock shuddered and twitched, his back arched, and as she raied her hips up for one last drop on his body, his own came up to meet her. When hers came crashing down, he cried out, and semen began to pour heavily from his shaft, his balls pulling up and beginning to fire great gouts of cream into the hungry and dominant cunt of the woman on top of him. His hips were crashing into the bed, and his body beginning to shake as she viciously milked the cum from his balls, arching her own back and roaring in victory at her dominance over the young wrestler.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew there was something more to winning this than just making him cum, but at that moment, as the sperm poured frely from his balls and into her hungry cunt, he couldn't remember it. He just moaned and shook as he fed her pussy the sperm it so desperately desired. She was milking him like a pump, and his cock was a tap for the seed she wanted, and her hips continued to pound down on his body as this woman destroyed him with her vicious fucking.

"I AM A QUEEN!" She roared, dominant and vicious and victorious over him as she pounded him into the floor. He couldn't deny that, she was a queen right now, at the very least, a queen bitch conquering the man beneath her. He felt helpless as his sperm poured into her puss.

More than felt helpless. He WAS helpless. Helpless and panting beneath her, taken down and ridden ragged in her mighty body. Long, low groans came from his chest as he struggled to recover, and wracked his brain to remember what, exactly, it was it had taken to win in this competition. In truth, it was hard to take a cockriding like that and not think that whatever had lead to it had to be called a win, she was a dominant and powerful woman, and she'd slammed him into the bed time after time with her hips.

But when his eyes focused, he saw the scoreboard, and remembered the point of their contest. This was about more than just fucking and orgasm, this was aboiut getting the higher score. And despite everything the mighty woman had done to him... The scoreboard only read "1,150." She had fucked him, and fucked him hard, for sure. But she hadn't beaten him, she hadn't broken him... And more importantly, she hadn't broken the 1150 point mark he'd set earlier. Matched it, yes, but not broken.

"Good... Work..." He panted, looking up in her eyes and groaning as he lay back, "But not quite... Good enough..." He nodded towards the scoreboard, reminding the mighty woman above him what the point of all this was, and that while she had done an impressive job pushing him to this point, the match wasn't over - And she hadn't won. Not quite yet.

"Good work... But.... You still don't win..."

Sheeva looked down at him, growled, and bared her teeth. He gave her a small smile. Not bad on her part, but in two tries, she'd managed no more than he had. In this particular contest, at least, the two were evenly matched. And franklye, it felt pretty good. After all, she was a mighty woman, and the fact that he'd matched her...

Btu she looked back at him with the same smile on her lips, confident and powerful.

"Yes," she told him, "But I have three chances."

Damn. She was right. He hadn't really been thinking about that, he'd been so thrilled by his victory (he assumed, at least) that he hadn't bothered to take his third shot at defeating her. Now, that was going to punish him. As was she.

"I didn't need three," he told her, looking up at her and graoning from his back, and frankly hoping he would be able to taunt her out of taking the third shot and accepting a draw. But it wouldn't work, of course. She was as much a warrior as he was, and he would never have accerpted a draw. He knew her answer before she even said it.

"It is not my fault if you are a fool," the Shokan queen told him, "The rules are simple. You chose not to take the third chance. Do not blame me for your mistake, and do not demand I give up my chance at victory to fall to your level."

Her words were cruel, but her point was well-made. He hadn't been forced to step back before his third round (although going four rounds with her was already taxing to his stamina and exhaustion) and there was no reason for him to expect her to hold back. Hope, perhaps, but not expect. And indeed, not even truly hope, he didn't want her to give him anything less than her best.

He felt her lower herself further on him, until her lower lips pressed flush to his groin once more. His stiff cock was swallowed up inside her, and he could tell from the confident look on her face that as incredible as her cockriding had been so far, what he was in for now would make that pale in comparison. He shuddered as her cunt squeezed on his cock for a moment, preparing him for the heavy fuckdown to come, and then she raised her hips up.

She didn't drop down, not yet. She was going to make him truly suffer by pounding him with her pussy tonight, and she wanted him to fear her power. And to a small extent, he did. She was truly a woman to be feared, after all. She held the tip of his cock in her cunt, giving a few good flexes on it with her mighty inner muscles.

And then, with vicious finality, she dropped her hips back down. He didn't know if she had found some new way to propel herself downwards, or if instead, she had simply stopped holding back (or perhaps even that his body had been weakened by the repeated crushing drops of her hips,) but one way or another, this simple drop down on him hurt more than he would have imagined. Her awesome force, the power of her body, crushed the young man beneath her. His head fell back and he groaned at the pressure of her forceful slam.

"YES!" She declared, "NOW YOU CAN SEE MY MIGHT! MY GLORY!"

And he could certainly feel the force of her body, as she began to pound him like she was assaulting him with her cunt. APleasure seemed to have become no more than a side-effect of the sexual act, a thing that would happen to any man with his cock in such a mighty fuckhole, but certainly not intended for his benefit.

Nor even, truly, hers. This was raw erotic combat, and her hips and cunt were simply weapons she could use to batter him to the ground beneath her. It was like she was battering his body with a meat tenderizer made of flesh and bone - And his meat was certainly being wickedly and effectively tenderized in her awesome cunt. He had to close his eyes and hold his breath just to even make an attempt at outlasting the awesome pressure and force she slammed him to the bed with. She was a powerful beast of a woman and he was her bitch tonight.

Or at least, he was her bitch at that moment. Technically speaking, he couldn't see the score, but he was certain what he had done to her hadn't been near the force she was exerting on him. Hell, he wasn't sure he could have pounded like that without breaking both of their hips, and while she didn't seem to be magical, in the back of his mind he felt there could be almost no other explanation for the fact that she wasn't crushing his bones to paste and fucking him to death with every drop of her hips.


He shuddered as her hips crushed him, as he felt his body straining. He understood why his friend had been so bruised now, god, even if he hadn't wrestled her he wasn't sure he would be in such great condition tsomorrow. She was a wicked woman to be beneath, and she was clearly taking special delight in hammering him into her bed, in trying to drive the score up higher than it had ever been and crush him harder than he'd ever felt. And goddamnit, she was doing incredible at that task, she was all over him, and he was all under her.

He did love combat, he did love conflict, he did love a challenge. But this? This went beyond any of those things, this was sexual warfare with a woman who simply pounded him like living meat. The young man could only groan beneath her as she crushed him with her hips, trying to focus on... Well, anything but what she was doing.

But it was becoming clear that simply lying back and taking the hip-drops and pounding was not going to do much for his long-0term chances of winning. Or his cock's long-term chances of... Well, survival, quite frankly. He didn't know what was going to ahppen if she kept dropping her hips, but he could tell it would be painful. He couldn't just lie here and let her do what she wanted, he had to resist, he had to fight back, he had to... Well, fuck it, he had to do SOMETHING to protect himself from this woman's erotic, powerful body!

He began to pump his hips back up, twisting and writhing beneath her as she slammed into him. His goal was more than just survival, but survival was a necessary part of it. True, the rules didn't let him fuck back into her any more than they let her pound him, but he had to do SOMETHING to alleviate the pressure and force as her body repeatedly slammed and crushed him into the mat, and the powerful woman roared her arousal to the world at large (but, honestly, mostly to him, sharing with him the knowledge that she was in control and nothing he could do could change that fact.)

His pumping hips back against hers, twisting and groaning under her, the young man was really just trying to keep her from destroying his body. It wasn't easy. She was driving herself onto him like her goal was total physical destruction, and he was simply a prop for her dominance.

"Ha, squirming already, boy?" The mighty Shokan woman laughed, twisting her hips as she forced him to the mattress. He couldn't answer. He couldn't really do much of anything as she dominated him. He could only lie back on his back and groan, trying to relieve some pressure, any pressure at all, as her hips mashed against his.



"How fitting," she laughed, "At least you recognize my power in your cock, even if the rest of you still tries to deny that I am the truly powerful woman I say I am. I will destroy you!" She announced, then leaned forward, and wrapped one massive hand aorund his throat, pushing him to the mattress, grinning wickedly, and grinding as she forced him down.

Another arm raised as if she was declaring victory already, and while its could be said to be premature (not a word he wanted to think about too much in this particular instance,) he couldn't deny she seemed to be victorious. He couldn't really deny anything right now, typically, you had to be able to speak to deny things, and speaking usually involved oxygen, something that was in preciously short supply now as she choked him with one hand and flexed her bicep with the other.

The remaining two hands began to grope herself, massaging her breasts. There wouldn't be pleasure from the stadnard sources in this conflict, this wasn't abnout getting herself off by fucking him, so she was needing to get off another way, by massaging her tits and working her own nipples until she came.

The powerful woman stared down at him, and he simply groaned as he stared back up at her, his cock swelling, his body on the verge of orgasm already. She was so powerful, so gorgeous, so full of muscle and strength and vicious control. He was gasping and shaking - Or at least shaking, he couldn't gasp if he couldn't breathe, and this bitch wasn't letting him breathe. With his dick swelling in her cunt, his body shuddeirng and coated with sweat, he watched the glorious woman in awe.

She leaned in, and now, two hands were wrapped around hsi throat, while the other two were reaching to massage and flick her own nipples. It was a glorious sight, one that few men could ever see and go on to tell about it. But that anyone who saw would want to, just to boast about having witnessed so much power and glory in person. She smiled wickedly as their eyes met, and he shuddered, trying to keep his body (and most importantly, his cock) under control.

It was, put simply, not an easy task. Holding back his cum in such a powerful pussy would have been challenging at the best of times, but after several orgasms and an intense cockriding, he could barely muster the strength to even REMEMBER that's what he was trying to do, much less succeed in controlling himself inside her.


"Look on my body, pitiful boy," the mighty woman growled at him, as her hips continued to pound on his, "Look on the form of the one who is destroying you."

And that she certainly was, destroying him with every drop of her hips and every pound of her cunt on his cock, destroying him with every squeeze of her fingers around his throat and every hot breath that rolled over his face. She was conquering him, making him hers, and he was just doing his best to survive it. If he wasn't already shaking beneath her, he would have started now, although now it wasn't in an effort to reduce the pressure. Now it was just shaking from excess stimulation, shaking from the force with which this mighty woman was pounding against him.

He couldn't obey the command to look at her. His body was too busy shaking from the pressure of trying to hold back his orgasm, shaking from the pressure of trying to resist this mighty woman's maaneater of a cunt, trying to survive this vicious fucking. His eyes were rolled back in his head, he couldn't even see her, much less look on and appreciate her glory. Not that his helplessness was stopping her from demanding more acknowledgement, more worship, more deference to her power. Nor was it stopping him, hard as he mighht try to avoid it, from wanting to give her what she demanded.


He was sure from the outside it must have looked like he was having some sort of medical emergency. From the inside, it almost felt like it. She was riding him into the ground, dominating him, pounding her hips on his, crushing him with her body. His heart was beating a million miles an hour, there was nothing he could do to resist. Nothing he could do to fight back. Nothing he could do to do... Really, anything at all. Nothing, except cum.

And so, he came. His back arched, and he cried out his arousal to the sky, and he came. HIs shaft exploded, filling her hungry, slurping pussy with thick seed. And as he came, she came with him. He felt her cunt twitch and pulse like it was a throat swallowing a meal, and he certainly felt like he'd been eaten alive in the fuck contest. He didn't know what the score would be when he opened his eyes, but he knew already that she'd far outdone him as far as forceful fucking went.

Their juices mixed and poured out of her, both of them groaning out their climax, one in victory and one in submission. The queen's hands closed harder on his throat, stopped his breatH even more as she came, making sure he felt her power, felt that she could end him right here and now. That fear drove him on more, the knowledge of what she could do making his shaft spurt more and more bursts, deeper and deeper into her, as if with cum alone he could sate her appetite.

Though with how hard he came, the idea that his semen spurting could sate someone wasn't as far out of the question as it seemed. He felt her shaking on top of him as his cock continued to pour out cum, and her cunt continued to release her juices over his body. So much power in her, and he could only look up groaning as she squirted, trying to keep enough of his focus together not to just pass out from the exhaustion of orgasm and the incredible overstimulation.

That was no easy feet, his cock wanted to keep going, his heart wanted to beat harder and faster and more. Everything he had was being given to her, and his body was a complicit and even eager participant in its own destruction. He began to see stars and feel his vision go dark, only partly from the power of his orgasm, and more than a little from the fact that she was throttling him to the point his body simply wanted to break down.

Eventually, his orgasm finished. It had to. Inevitably, all things do, and he fell back flat on his back beneath her. She finished as well, looking down at him with a wicked smile. He couldn't say anything about it, he couldn't say anything at all, not with what she'd done to him. He just shuddered beneath her and felt his seed continue to pulse and leak out of her hot, tight, muscular cunt. He'd given her so much, more than he would have thought possible, more than she had asked for, and frankly more than his body could possibly take a second time. Now he was just staring, his gaze unfocused, at the ceiling while he tried to get his mind together. While he tried to bring himself back to the world of the living from the world of the... Well, the world of the cumming, at least.

Finally, he could regain his focus, and look up at her. She was gorgeous, she truly was. Her body was incredible, all covered in sweat and sexual juices. From cum to saliva to even some dried tear s(he had fucked her damn hard earlier, after all,) she was a glistening, gorgeous goddess of every erotic fantasy a man could ask for. She leaned forward, her breasts falling in front of his face, her cunt still pulsing along with her heartbeat around his cock. She was clearly as exhausted as he was, but she had done it. She had ridden him as hard as any woman had ever ridden a man (at least nonlethally) and surely won the contest. Now it was just a question of by how much she'd managed it.

He looked up at the score, and gasped. She hadn't just beaten the score he'd set, she straight-up blew through it, racking up 1,758 points on the talley. He didn't know what that was scored based on, but frankly, if anything, it sounded too low. She was just too dominant for him, she had ridden the hell out of his cock, and she had made him moan, and 1758 sounded almost insultingh for the level of force he'd felt come crashing down on his cock, hips, and balls.

But it had been enough to beat him, that much couldn't be denied. It had been what she scored. She had defeated him convincingly in wrestling, and now, with his cum coating his hips and thighs and his body laid back and staring unfocused at the ceiling (and into her eyes) she had clearly beat him in fucking, as well.

"So, weak young man," the mighty Shokan said, her voice deep, erotic, confident, and controlling, "Do you accept the superiority of my body, my cunt, and my kind, or must I find another way to teach you a lesson?"

He wanted to tell her to do her worst, to show him how good she could be, that that had been nowhere near enough to destroy and subdue him. He wanted to, but he would have been lying. This woman had been too much for him to handle, she had ruined his cock, ruined his balls, ruined his body. As badly as he wanted to continue to defy her, both for his pride and the fact that she had shown what a great fuck she was, he had to acknowledge she was his better. He gasped, and just slowly nodded for the mighty woman's question. Right now, though he wanted to defy her, all he was ABLE to do was lie back and gasp, and try to recover.

"That's what I thought," Sheeva siad with a laugh, "You are nothing next to me, and nothing next to my cunt. It's almost a pity that you aren't able to keep fighting.. I would have loved to continue to ride you into the mattress, and let you feel such a strong body on top of yours."

"And," He heard Louisa add slowly, "She isn't the only one."

'No,' his body said to his brain, 'No, you are not up to more of this. You can't take more being ridden into the bed by a woman the size of a tank. I know you want to. I know you like the idea of it. I know you think you're a big tough guy and you can take anything they dish out, but you're exhausted and your heart is beating a million miles an hour. You can't handle this.

'I know,' his brain said to his body, 'We've been at this for hours, we can't take any more being flattened by these women. We need rest. We need to recuperate. We need to recover and get better and maybe we can come by another time. They seem like they'd like it. There's no need to overextend.'

His cock considered his brain and his body's arguments, and overruled them.

"Fuck it," he said to the gorgeous women “I'm good for another few rounds."
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