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Tips and much more

Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real events or people. The characters, places, and situations are all made up. The story contains challenging imagery, including violence and suffering. Some readers may find this content disturbing or upsetting. Readers who are sensitive to this type of content should proceed with caution. The story also includes a graphic representation of brutality and fighting. This content may be upsetting to some readers.The story reports fictional cruelty and physical sexual assaults. This content is not intended to be taken seriously and should not be interpreted as a reflection of reality. Readers must be of legal age in their country to read this story. The legal age for reading this type of content varies from country to country. In the United States, the legal age is 18. In other countries, the legal age may be lower or higher. It is important to respect the legal age in your country. If you are not of legal age, you should not read this story. There are many other stories that you can read that are not as graphic or disturbing. Please engage in self-care as you read this story. 1 Foreword So, let me tell you this unbelievable story I witnessed. You must know I've always had this weird fascination with girl fights. It's like a guilty pleasure or something. Anyway, I finally got the chance to watch one firsthand thanks to a dispute between my coworkers, Tanya and Jean. We were all working together at this country western pub, right? And let me tell you, it wasn't just any pub - it was Jean's pub. She inherited it from her old man a few years back. The place had an undeniable charm with its rustic decor, wooden floors, and walls adorned with cowboy hats and vintage photographs. It was the kind of place where locals and tourists alike would gather to enjoy good music, line dancing, and hearty pub food. So, here's how it was. This place was all about the western vibe. You had to wear the right stuff, like boots, hats, and all that jazz. And man, the girls here were something else. They'd walk around in these tiny skirts and shirts that showed off their toned bellies. I mean, wow! They really knew how to turn heads! That particular night, Jean's pub was buzzing with excitement. It was packed to the brim with enthusiastic customers, their laughter mingling with the twang of country music playing in the background. Jean, as always, was behind the bar, expertly mixing drinks and serving customers with a dazzling smile. Tanya, on the other hand, was busy making her rounds, ensuring that everyone was having a blast. She was wearing her signature outfit: a tight black leather skirt that hugged her curves, a white button-down shirt that barely contained her ample bosom, and a black cowboy hat that tilted over one eye. 2 Introducing the girls Before getting into the story, let me introduce Jean. She's the boss lady, the one in charge. At thirty-two years old, standing at 164 cm tall and weighing around 45 kg, she may seem like a delicate little elf, but don't let that fool you. Jean's got a tough side to her, and she's not afraid to show it. She used to sport this super short blonde hair that just added to her badass persona. As the manager of our bar, Jean is always on top of things. She's like a well-oiled machine, making sure everything runs smoothly. I've gotta hand it to her, she's one determined, self-imposing person. I mean, seriously, she runs that bar like she's commanding an army! It's like she's got this whole delicate flower thing going on, but she's compensating for it by being a total boss. And you know what? I respect that. Who am I to judge? That's just how Jean rolls, and she's doing a damn good job at it. On the flip side, I barely knew anything about Tanya. She had been part of the bar team for seven months now, but when she clocked out, she was like a different person. She went from being bubbly and friendly to quiet and withdrawn. At any rate, Tanya aspect speeches for her being a real sight! She is a tall twenty-four year old beauty with long red hair, standing at a whopping 178 cm and weighing about 58 kg. Tanya has a fabulous body, and she's always got a smile on her face, especially when it comes to the customers at our bar. I mean, she's got this whole flirty thing going on, and it definitely pays off in tips. She started working in our bar as a barmaid just a few months back. But hey, she's rocking it. All clients are fond of her, serving up drinks like a pro. Gotta give her props for that! 3 How it started Little did I know that beneath their friendly facade, for weeks tension was simmering between the young novice and the expert manager. That night, however, something snapped in Jean. Maybe it was the alcohol, as the night wore on, their interactions became increasingly strained. So, late that evening, no customers, these two ladies just couldn't keep their cool anymore. They started going at it right there in the bar. And let me tell you, it was quite the spectacle. I couldn't believe my eyes! So, picture this, my friend. It's late at night, after closing time, and all the other staff members had already left, me and Tanya were cleaning up. Just us, even the door staff has already locked up. And out of nowhere, I hear Jean giving Tanya a piece of her mind. You see, Tanya has this thing where she refuses to share her tips with the other members of the staff. Can you believe it? It's like she thinks she's above the unwritten rule of splitting up all the tips among the entire staff every night. Jean is all fired up, and I don't blame her. Tanya 's been onto her little tip-stealing scheme for months now, and Jean's had enough. "So here's the deal: you better start splitting those tips like you're supposed to, or you can kiss this job goodbye. It's as simple as that, my friend." Jean said angrily to Tanya. "You know what, my friend? You're just green with envy because I happen to be way prettier than you! And I smile at customers, you can't blame me if they appreciate me giving me rich tips." Tanya shot back with a sassy grin. "Oh, please," Jean fired back, rolling her eyes. "You're not all that. Just another run-of-the-mill bimbo, if you ask me." " Well, hold up a second, sis! Don't you dare label me as a bimbo," Tanya snapped back, her voice dripping with attitude. At that moment, I saw this golden opportunity to make my dream a reality, you know? So, I jumped right into the argument and tried to get Jean to defend our rules. I figured if I pushed her hard enough, she'd totally lose it and start a full-on brawl against Tanya. And hey, at the end of the day, I don't see anything wrong with what I did, bro. I mean, come on, I'm a guy, right? It's not like I can get into a fight with a girl, it had to be Jean's duty to enforce the rules. "I don't think so," I said, shaking my head. "Jean, my friend, you can't just let go and do that. We've got rules in this place! And if someone breaks 'em, well, they gotta face the consequences." "Tanya, my dear... " I replied, while inviting Jean for her intervention. As Jean moved closer to the younger girl, Tanya turned to me and asked : "I'm pretty sure you wanna witness your boss taking a tumble, do ya?" Tanya shot back at me, a defiant smile plastered on her face. Can you believe it? I did not say a word. Jean was in! She insisted: "So, Tanya, you're telling me I should just let you break all the rules? Seriously?" Jean retorted, raising an eyebrow. "Yep, that's exactly what I'm saying," Tanya shot back, a mischievous grin on her face. "And let me tell you, my dear boss, you're gonna regret it, if you don't listen to me. You're gonna lose this fight, no doubt about it." Jean, her cheeks flushed with anger, pointed an accusatory finger at Tanya. Suddenly, all hell broke loose. Jean, unable to contain her rage any longer, lunged at Tanya's hair. 4 Fight is on So, listen up, my friend. You won't believe what just went down. I mean, seriously, it was like a scene straight out of an action movie. These two girls start throwing punches left and right. It was like a whirlwind of fury, my dude. However, it was not only the size difference, Tanya, she was like an amateur boxer, or something. I'm talking about fast moves, agility. Poor Jean had chosen the wrong opponent for this ill-fated fight. From the very start, it was clear that Tanya was in way over her head. Jean entered the altercation with the utmost assurance, reminiscent of a newborn giraffe attempting its inaugural steps. The sight was almost distressing, yet I found myself unable to divert my gaze. Now, I don't want to sound too harsh, but let's just say Jean had never thrown a punch in her life. Her technique was all over the place. She swung wildly, missing her target by a mile, and stumbling around like a drunkard at a carnival. And let's not forget about her opponent. Tanya was effortlessly dodging Jean's feeble attempts to land a hit. In brief, it was a one-sided beatdown of epic proportions, until Tanya unleashed a kick right to Jean's backside, sending her to the floor. Tanya, not a drop of sweat on her brow, was standing tall and proud ensuring the fight was over. I suppose that Tanya realized the mismatch was so evident, that she probably lost all interest in the fight she had already won. She was surely satisfied by the damage she already inflicted on Jean. Tanya made her point loud and clear: she would keep all her tips money. Tanya turned her back to Jean walking away just minding her own business, when out of nowhere, Jean came flying at her like a bat out of hell. Talk about a surprise attack! But guess what? Tanya must have expected something like that! She simply shifted out of the way and then, to get this, she delivered a solid punch to Jean's gut. Ouch! At that point Jean was totally doubled over, gasping for air, again on the floor. When Tanya jumped on her back and pinned her down. Jean was trying her best to break free, but Tanya was an unstoppable force. But wait for it, my friend, Jean pulled off this epic move and managed to punch Tanya right in the face! Boom! Take that, Tanya! Jean just showed her who's boss. 5 Salvation army One thing was sure, Tanya felt this one punch landing! Let me tell you about Tanya's temper. It was off the charts! Her eyes were practically shooting fireballs. You won't believe what Jean did! In a moment of sheer carelessness, she missed out on the perfect opportunity to avoid getting a serious beating from Tanya. Can you imagine? I mean, come on! It's like he had a golden ticket to escape the whole ordeal, and he just let it slip through her fingers. I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief. So there I was, swooping in like a superhero to save the day. I grabbed Tanya's arm and yanked her away from Jean. "Hold up, ladies! We need to calm down and sort this out." And let me tell you, I didn't hold back on the volume. I yelled at those two girls, "Hey, cut it out! What on earth do you think you're doing?" But hey, someone had to step in and bring some sanity to the situation. I could see in Tanya's glare that if I didn't stop the fight, she would've crushed Jean like a bug. It's like Jean was in her own little world, completely unaware of the consequences that awaited her. So I shouted out to Tanya, trying to reason with her. I begged her to leave poor Jean alone. I told her she had already won, she could do whatever she wanted with her tips. There was absolutely no reason for her to keep hurting Jean. I even warned Tanya that she might seriously injure Jean if she let her temper carry her away. "I mean, come on, we don't want anyone getting hurt here, right?" 6 Tanya's retaliation Well, well, well, let me tell you what happened next with Tanya. Brace yourself, because this story is about to take a wild turn. Tanya, oh boy, she wasn't finished yet. Nope, not even close. She broke free from my grasp and retaliated with a swift kick aimed straight at Jean. Jean, being the nimble little fox, managed to dodge the blow. Unfortunately, Tanya was just as agile as Jean. She didn't let Jean's evasion stop her. Oh no, not at all. Tanya, with lightning-fast reflexes, grabbed hold of Jean's foot and sent her tumbling to the ground. Can you picture it? Jean, poor thing, ended up flat on her back. Ouch! Now, you might think that Tanya would have stopped there, right? Well, think again. Tanya had other plans. She bent over Jean, who was still lying with her back on the floor, and pressed down with her left hand on Jean's chest. Tanya was domineering poor Jean, who's still sprawled out on the floor. I mean, seriously, Jean didn't stand a chance of escaping. She's desperately trying to push Tanya away with both arms, but Tanya's nailed her down tight. And get this, Tanya's even raised her right fist, ready to unleash a few punches on Jean's exposed belly. Tanya had this smug look on her face, like she knew she had the upper hand. It was almost infuriating. So there you have it, my friend. Tanya's retaliation would be something to behold. It was evident Tanya's fist was ready to turn shaky Jean into a pile of minced meat. Yikes! Now, being the peace-loving person that I am, I couldn't just stand there and watch this madness unfold. I had to step in again and I tried to reason with Tanya. I mean, I was begging and beseech Tanya: "Seriously, girl, can we not fight? It's just not worth it, you know? I'm telling you, just cut it out ! Quit the fighting, please leave Jean alone, I'm begging you!" Jean looked genuinely thankful for my sudden intervention. But she was not ready to give up the fight. 7 Jean stubborn mistake To my surprise, Tanya actually stopped her aggressive actions. It was like a miracle! Tanya stood up, towering over the supine Jean: "Listen up, Jean! I'm gonna ask you one last time: do you even realize that you're about to get your butt handed to you in this fight? I mean, seriously, it's gonna be a total beatdown. No doubt about it." Tanya practically handed Jean the chance to throw in the towel. All Jean had to do was to admit she had been outclassed. So there's Jean, right? Just lying there on the ground. And you know what she does? Instead of taking this golden opportunity to escape the impending beating, she decides to have a little banter with Tanya. I could not hear what the two girls said to each other, but let me tell you, it was evident Jean didn't intend to surrender. Nope, not even a little bit. She probably said something about how she couldn't care less about the consequences. Her obstinacy is practically radiating off of her eyes, even though her voice is all muffled and whatnot. Tanya was standing with her legs apart and her hands on her hips, probably ready to unleash some serious pain on Jean. She retorted with all the confidence in the world: "So, brace yourself, Jean, because you're in for a world of hurt." It was like a scene out of a movie, I swear. Well, let me tell you, this time Jean plunged into a whole new level of stubbornness. I mean, seriously, refusing to let go even when it was clear she had no chance. It was like watching a slow-motion train wreck, and let me tell you, it was painful to witness. But here's the kicker, my friend. Tanya, oh Tanya, it was like she had some kind of mind control power or something. And let me tell you, Tanya was in absolute control of herself and her victim. So, there I was, not knowing what the heck to do. I took a step back and decided to just sit back and see what would come next. And boy, did things unfold in the most unexpected way. 8 Tanya's parade So, Tanya, being the "generous soul" she is, didn't actually hit Jean. Nope, not at all. Instead, she just grabbed Jean by the shirt collar and lifted her right back up on her feet. You won't believe what Tanya did. She was standing there with her arms down, practically asking for Jean to take a swing at her. Can you even imagine? Tanya was taunting Jean, waving her arms around like she was daring her to give it her all. Crazy, right? Let me paint it for you. They were locked in a stare-down. Jean was a bit wobbly on her feet, unsure of herself, but still wasn't about to back down. She was determined to show Tanya who's boss. With her fists clenched tight, she locked eyes with Tanya. With a surge of determination, Jean summoned every ounce of strength she had left and threw a punch right at Tanya's chin. Talk about a bold move! But hold up, folks! Tanya, the absolute badass that she is, effortlessly dodged that punch like it was no big deal. And she grabbed Jean's outstretched arm by the wrist. I mean, talk about a power move! Tanya twisted Jean's arm in such a way that poor Jean was left standing there, completely trapped. Ouch! Tanya, with a wicked smile on her face, decided to rub salt in the wound. She taunted Jean, mocking her: "You can't even lay a finger on me from just a few inches away." Tanya decided to test out her hold on Jean's arm. She applied the tiniest bit of force in the rotation, and let me tell you, Jean's pain screams and contorted body made it abundantly clear that Tanya's little act was having quite the effect. Man, what a showdown! Jean may have given it her all, but Tanya's skills and confidence were on a whole other level. It's like watching a master at work. Tanya probably thought alike. She must have had this idea in her head, that she's the puppet master and poor Jean her human puppet. She actually said, "Jean, when I say dance, you start dancing, when I say stop, you stop!" Talk about control freak, am I right? Then, Tanya proceeded to demonstrate her power by doing this fancy move with her arm, levering up and making poor Jean stand on her tiptoes. I mean, who does that? It's like she's trying to show off her dominance or something. I gotta say, it was quite a cathartic moment, if you ask me. Tanya was all like, 'Look at me, I can make Jean do whatever I want!' It was like watching a circus act, but without the popcorn. And poor Jean, just standing there, probably wondering how she got herself into this mess. And here's where it gets even crazier. Tanya, while still keeping Jean in her iron grip, decided to take off her cowboy boots. I mean, who does that in the middle of a fight, right? But Tanya, she's just full of surprises. Tanya was now standing on her right leg, while swinging her left foot up from the ground. And poor Jean, well, she's just standing there, defenseless and unable to escape from Tanya's hold. It's like something out of a movie, I swear. And then, my friend, Tanya unleashed a flurry of kicks on Jean's body. She called out the body parts she was targeting, like some sort of martial arts master, and delivered some seriously powerful blows. Left side, kidney, even Jean's face didn't escape Tanya's wrath. It was like watching a one-woman wrecking crew in action. I tell you, my friend, Tanya is not someone you want to mess with. She's got the skills, the strength, and the determination to take down anyone who crosses her path. And Jean, well, let's just say she learned that the hard way. Oh man, let me tell you about Tanya. She was like a freakin' machine, I'm not even kidding. She was relentless, and you could see the pure excitement in her eyes. It was like she was living for every second of it. Meanwhile, poor Jean was just standing there, probably regretting every life choice that led her to this moment. Tanya had her by the arm, and she wasn't letting go anytime soon. I mean, she had a grip like a vice, my dude. Now, let's talk about Tanya herself. She was not even breathing heavily, she was calm and confident. And let me tell you, her nipples were standing at attention. Yeah, you heard me right. It was getting steamy in there, if you catch my drift. I probably shouldn't have been watching, because it was getting me all hot and bothered too. But man, it was just too damn thrilling to look away. Dude, let me tell you, I was totally turned on by this crazy, gruesome scene I stumbled upon. My junk was rock hard and I was leaking precum. I tried to cover up my boner with my hands, but it was too late. Tanya caught me in the act. I swear, my face must have turned fifty shades of red from embarrassment. I mean, who wouldn't be aroused witnessing this intense showdown? I was hypnotized by Tanya's calf, she was flexing her calf muscles like it was no big deal. She was overpowering poor Jean effortlessly, like she was some kind of superhero. I lost all my courage, my friend. Only Tanya had the power to decide what would happen next. And let me tell you, I was on the edge of my seat, eagerly waiting to see what she would do. 9 Tanya's pleasure So, Tanya finally let go of poor Jean's arm, and let me tell you, Jean went down like a sack of potatoes. Jean was a mess. Tears were streaming down her face as she desperately pleaded with Tanya to let her free. It was a real tearjerker, let me tell you. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Jean. She was practically on her knees, begging Tanya to let her go. Tanya was just standing there, not moving an inch. It was like she was in a trance or something. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind. Was she contemplating her next move? It was like watching a real-life drama unfold right before my eyes. I couldn't tear my gaze away, even if I wanted to. It was just too captivating. Jean was on their knees, bowed in front of a goddess, begging for mercy. This poor sap was practically crying out, "Please, oh please, just leave me be!" Can you believe it? But wait, there's more! This desperate soul was willing to do anything, and I mean anything, to stop her torment. I couldn't capture every word because Jean was sobbing in tears, she was whimpering: "Please leave me alone! Do not hurt me anymore, I am begging you! I'll do whatever you want! Do you really have to keep hurting me like this? ", "Tanya, stop hitting me." This poor sap was admitting defeat, bowing down to the superior woman in the room. Oh boy, did Jean really cross the line with that plea! Now, I know you might be thinking, "What do you do now?" Here's what I suggest to Tanya: "take a step back, breathe, and think about how you want to handle this situation." I tried to appeal to Tanya with a feeling of forgiveness: "Remember, we're all human and we all mess up sometimes. It's how we handle those mess-ups that really counts. So, please, chin up and tackle this with grace and understanding, empathy and compassion. " I could not believe how I was talking! All in all, it was quite the spectacle. Tanya, motionless as ever, and Jean, sobbing and pleading for her freedom. But guess what? Tanya completely ignores Jean's pleas. I mean, seriously, how deaf can you be to someone's imploration? It's like Tanya was in her own world. Finally, Tanya raised her bare foot, leaving it hanging just a few inches from Jean's face. Can you imagine the suspense? I said it already, but it's really like a movie, I swear. And let me tell you, Tanya knows how to make an entrance. She stands there, taking her sweet time, playing with Jean's emotions, toying with her like a cat with a mouse. And then, Tanya gracefully and slowly places her feet right on Jean's face. Can you believe it? I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. But wait, it gets even better. Tanya stretched her perfectly toned leg, and bam! She sent Jean landed flat on her back. I gotta hand it to Tanya, though. She really knows how to make a statement. And let's not forget her impeccable timing. It's like she's a master of the dramatic arts. I can't help but admire her confidence and audacity. Afterwards, Tanya proceeded by literally sitting on Jean's stomach, like she was claiming her territory or something. Poor Jean was just lying there on the floor, completely vulnerable and beaten down. And there's Tanya, perched on top of her like a queen on her throne. Can you believe it? She totally rocked it, spreading her bent leg and raising her arms like a winner in that classic victory pose. And let me just say, her bulging biceps were on full display, stealing the show! I mean, seriously, she's got some serious strength going on there. I can only imagine the thoughts racing through Jean's mind at that moment. It must have felt like she was being crushed under the weight of the world, or at least the weight of Tanya. Jean was motionless, she gave up praying for mercy. Then, Tanya bent over her victim, her ample bosom was practically smothering poor Jean's face. Tanya had Jean's arms pinned, under her knees keeping her completely trapped. It was quite the scene, let me tell you. Jean had given up the struggle, and Tanya, well, she was getting more and more aroused by the minute. Her nipples were standing at attention, poking poor Jean right in the face. Ouch! But wait, it gets even crazier. Tanya couldn't hold back any longer. She decided to take things up a notch. She moved herself up, straddling Jean's face, and started grinding away like there was no tomorrow. Talk about a power move! It was clear that Tanya was enjoying every second of it. Tanya was getting hornier by the second, losing control of herself. She was on the brink of orgasm, feeling the need to release. I mean, who could blame her? I'm not even sure if Jean was conscious at this point, poor thing. And then it happened. Tanya let out a moan that could wake the dead. Her whole body shook as she reached the peak of pleasure. Her orgasm seemed to last an eternity, my friend. It was like time stood still. But here's the kicker - Tanya's climax was so intense that she completely lost control. She let go of poor Jean's arms and tumbled off, landing on the floor in a heap. Talk about an exhausting experience! Tanya was lying there, gasping for air, completely spent. And you know what? She looked up at me, as if to say, "Did you see that?" Oh, Tanya, you wild thing. Tanya insisted: "Did you enjoy the show?" Let me tell you, I was caught off guard. I mean, I felt very bad for poor Jean, but in the heat of the moment, I just blurted out: "Yes." Tanya, with that mischievous smile of hers, responded: "I was certain you would enjoy watching me humiliating Jean." Can you believe her self confidence level ? And you know what? Tanya seemed satisfied with my response. She left poor Jean alone, curled in a fetal position on the floor. Tanya, oh boy, let me tell you, she strutted towards me like she was on a fashion runway. And let me tell you, she didn't waste any time. She grabbed my arm, yanked me in close, and planted a forceful kiss on me. I mean, talk about making a statement! Now, Tanya, for the first time in the evening, was breathing heavily. She beckoned me to come closer, and let me tell you, I plopped down right next to her, eager to see what she had in store. And boy, did she deliver. She started rubbing her body against mine, teasing and tantalizing. "Oh, my dear, let me tell you, I absolutely own you! As I own Jean. And let me assure you, the thrills and pleasures I have in store for you are like nothing you've ever experienced before. Seriously, you're in for a wild ride! Get ready to be blown away, because I guarantee you've never had anything quite like this. Trust me, it's going to be epic!" Her hand reached down and grabbed my rock-hard member, and the sensation was out of this world, my friend. She glided it along her body, and I swear, it felt absolutely incredible. Then, she tightened her grip around my shaft and started stroking it. "You like that? You like it when I squeeze your cock?" she inquired. "Hell yeah," I replied. And then she hit me with the question: "Tell me what you want." I took a moment to ponder, and then I blurted out, "I want to fuck you." She wasn't satisfied with just that, though. "What else?" she pressed. "I want to cum inside you," I confessed. "Good boy!" she exclaimed. "Now, let's head upstairs." Tanya took my hand, and led the way. …… 10 Day after Tanya kept her promise, we had an absolutely fantastic night, if you catch my drift. We definitely took advantage of the bar staff restroom. Can't blame us for making the most of the facilities, right? The following morning when we exited the restroom, Tanya was a completely transformed human being. I mean, seriously, she's practically radiating with energy, like she just won the lottery or something. She ditched her work outfit and whipped out a cozy tracksuit from her bag. I can't blame her. Okay, so last night we were totally not thinking about Jean at all, but now we're all like, 'Oh my goodness, we need to make sure she's alright!' I mean, seriously, we're just being all worried and stuff. It's like our concern just hit us out of nowhere. It shows that we're not heartless or anything. Tanya said: "So yeah, let's make sure Jean is doing okay. Who knows, maybe she will need our support." The problem was she's nowhere to be found in the main bar hall where we last saw her. After some impromptu detective work, we stumble upon her in the manager's office, comfortably nestled on the couch. She's deeply asleep. I must say, this is quite an impressive feat. Last night, she managed to rise from the floor and navigate her way to her office. We decided to wait for her to wake up . So Tanya, joyfully brewi three cups of coffee, we savored each sip with delight. Tanya also prepared a tray for Jean with the third coffee, accompanied by a refreshing side of water. And then, when we heard a noise from the manager's office, Jean probably woke up. Thus, Tanya grabbed the tray and made her way over to Jean. And get this, she signaled for me to just hang tight right where I was. Naturally, my curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to follow Tanya from a safe distance. From where I was standing, I got a front-row seat to witness the rollercoaster of emotions on Jean's face. First, there's the classic 'are you kidding me?' look of disbelief, swiftly followed by a rapid transformation into sheer terror. And why, you may ask? Well, it's all because Tanya has just strutted into Jean's office with an air of confidence that could rival a supermodel on the catwalk. Now, I can only see Tanya's back, but let me tell you, it's as clear as day that poor Jean is about to embark on yet another wild ride. And not the fun kind, mind you. Hang on tight, Jean, I thought, because it looks like you're in for a rough time once again. But hey, if you need a friendly ear to vent to afterward, I'm here for you. Oh my goodness, I laid eyes on Jean? She's an absolute train wreck, I tell you. I mean, seriously, take a gander at her outfit. It's practically disintegrating before our very eyes! And let's not even dive into the topic of her physique. It's like a masterpiece gone wrong, if you ask me. Bruises of all shades and sizes, resembling a twisted constellation. But hold on, there's more! Her face, oh boy, her face. It's puffed up like a balloon, with those enormous lips and a charming black eye to top it all off. Jean quickly scooted back on the couch as Tanya approached. But hey, Tanya gracefully offered Jean a tray of coffee. I mean, who would've thought? I was totally expecting Tanya to unleash some violence, but nope, she surprised us all by being all caring and stuff towards Jean. So, Tanya and Jean were having a little chat, you know? Tanya was all like, talking and stuff, and Jean was just nodding away, totally on board with what she was saying. But then, out of nowhere, Tanya wrapped up her little speech and bounced out of the room. Can you believe it? Talk about leaving someone hanging! I was pumped to hear what Tanya and Jean were chattin' about. Tanya straight up said: "We're totally in sync now, I'll be the one to hold onto all my well-deserved pointers." No extra fluff, just a clear-cut directive to get Jean to the hospital. Couldn't argue with that, my friend! Trust me, it's the way to go! I drove Jean to the emergency for a full check. They ran all sorts of tests on her, like radiographs and other fancy stuff, just to make sure everything was in order. And guess what? The doctor gave her some great news! Turns out, she's gonna be back on her feet in no time. No broken bones, no issues with her insides. Just a few bruises that'll heal up in a couple of weeks. Jean dodged a bullet there. ….. 11 Always open That night the bar was already open, but here's the kicker - Tanya was the one calling the shots behind the bar, while poor Jean was stuck in her manager's office. Talk about a switcheroo! But hey, no worries, my friend. Tanya was doing a bang-up job running the show. She had everything under control, serving up drinks and keeping the party going. Meanwhile, Jean was probably buried in paperwork or something. Poor gal. I gotta say, it was quite the sight to see. Tanya, the star of the night, making sure everyone had a good time. And Jean, well, she was just doing her thing in the background. But hey, someone's gotta manage the joint, right? All in all, it was a pretty unusual setup, but hey, it worked. As the days passed, everyone at the bar just went back to doing their own thing, like nothing had even happened. But let me tell you, it was so obvious that things had totally flipped around. Like, seriously, it was like a complete 180. Let me tell you, Tanya is absolutely killing it at this bar. I mean, she's practically the boss around here. And I gotta say, she's got Jean wrapped around her little finger. It's pretty impressive, if you ask me. I mean, seriously, Tanya could do whatever she wanted there. It was like her own personal playground. But hey, who am I to judge? If she's got the power, why not use it, right? I gotta hand it to her, she knows how to work it. You know what she does every now and then? She casually flexes her muscles, just to remind Jean of the good ol' days. And let me tell you, it's quite the sight. Tanya really knows how to make an impression. 12 Jean So, let's talk a bit more about Jean's condition, shall we? As the doctor foreseen, in two weeks time all her bruises healed. Jean regained her shining look. Thanks to my persuasion skill, I managed to convince Tanya to let Jean come back in charge of the bar. Behind the scenes, though, Tanya still had the final say. Can you believe it? But hey, that's just how things go sometimes. Alright, Jean starts feeling a tad more self-assured after some time. She even musters up the courage to have a little chat with Tanya again! The whole vibe between them is all proper and whatnot, but let me tell you, Jean is totally playing the submissive role. She can't even bring herself to look Tanya in the eyes. Oh boy, let me tell you, Jean's mental state was pitiful. I mean, seriously, Tanya's treatment really left a massive scar on her personality. It's like she got caught in a tornado of emotions and couldn't find her way out. Poor Jean, she's been through the wringer, no doubt about it. Since that night Jean was always second-guessing herself, constantly seeking reassurance for every little decision she takes. It's like she's got a permanent uncertainty cloud hanging over her head. On top of that, it was like she needed my attention to relive her defeat. Actually, Jean was obsessed about not letting anyone know what happened, but she couldn't talk to anyone else, but me. Hey, I guess it's a good thing because she didn't dare talking to the police. Jean told me about her mixed feelings. On one hand, Jane is furious at Tanya. I mean, who wouldn't be? But on the other hand, she was so compliant, that she was actually grateful to Tanya for not leaving her completely crippled. Can you believe it ? Jean was obsessed with Tanya. I mean, seriously, this girl couldn't get Tanya out of her head for even a second. It's like Tanya was living rent-free in Jean's mind, 24/7. Moreover, Jean had a never-ending fixation with the fight. I mean, seriously, she just couldn't stop blabbering up about it. And get this, she would always manage to trap me in a conversation where she'd dissect every single detail - what she did, what she should have done, and all that jazz. It was like a never-ending loop of self-pity and regret. She's totally beating herself up over here, thinking she's all high and mighty, without even stopping to think about the consequences of getting herself into this crazy situation. I mean, she was aware, Tanya was younger and stronger. Jane's fiery temper got her into this mess, and now she's just kicking herself for it. We're all about making sure Tanya didn't find out about our little secret chats. To Jean's request, we've devised a plan. We've got a whole system in place to ensure that Tanya remains blissfully unaware of what's going on. Can't say I blame her mindset, it's a tough situation. Poor Jean, she's really going through it. On top of all, Tanya was still there in her everyday life, as a reminder of what she went through. It also came out that poor Jean was stuck in this never-ending loop of nightmares. They're like a mash-up of real memories and made-up stuff. It's wild! But here's the thing, in these nightmares Jean was always like watching herself in situations under Tanya dominance. Jean's subconscious has totally fallen under the spell of Tanya's superiority. Like, seriously, it's become dependent on it. Can you believe that? I mean, I don't know about you, but I find that kind of fascinating. I must confess folks, Jean graphical recall of these nightmares set me on fire. I will give you an example, using Jean's words. "In one this nightmare, I see myself laying on the floor, and just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, Tanya enters the room, strutting around as if she owns the place. She proceeds to execute a truly remarkable move that completely overwhelms me, leaving me unable to even move an inch." So there I was, caught in the most bizarre nightmare ever. "Tanya decided to show off her strength by wrapping her legs around my head in this crazy standing scissor move. My face was trapped between Tanya's strong thighs, and to my surprise, she cranked up the pressure, proving just how powerful her derriere is. " "I can see myself in the nightmare, but I am powerless, not able to help me out of Tanya's hold" "I couldn't help but watch in awe as Tanya, with a fierce expression on her face, made direct eye contact with me. Her gaze held no hint of mercy whatsoever." "But hold on, there's more. In my nightmare Tanya begins to showcase her powerful thighs, as she moves my trapped head from left to right, like she was playfully teasing a rag doll." You know what's seriously freaky? Jean's saying that when she finally snaps out of those nightmarish dreams, she's left feeling all achy and disoriented, like they actually happened. Can you believe it? I mean, I can't even imagine how unsettling that must be. It's like her mind is playing some twisted game on her. Poor Jean! I hope she finds a way to shake off those spooky dreams soon. 12 Tanya confession After that unforgettable night, Tanya and I became inseparable. I mean, seriously, we practically lived in each other's pockets. We spent every single moment of our precious free time from Jean's bar together, doing all sorts of crazy things. It was like we were joined at the hip, you know? I was overjoyed to discover more about Tanya. The more I knew her the less I could explain the events of that night. Thing was sure Tanya was not a martial arts fanatic as I had wrongly assumed. Of course, she was in great shape, but she achieved that by swimming regularly. She devoted many hours every week to the pool, where she swam with grace and speed. Every day, at home, she trained with a routine of exercises, stretching her muscles and warming up her body. But that was all, no fighting or boxing training. She preferred peaceful activities to violent ones. But here's the thing, my friend. Tanya never breathed a word about her epic showdown with Jean, nor about her 'morning after' talk with her. Can you believe it? I mean, months had passed by, and she would still keep it all hush-hush. It's like she had a secret vault locked up tight, and she wasn't about to spill the beans. I had a million questions swirling around in my head. Why did she want the fight? Did she plan it? How did she learn those ninja moves? How does she settle things with Jean afterwards? I needed answers. Oh boy, let me tell you, I was dying to get all the details! It was like a hidden treasure just waiting to be discovered. So there I was, eagerly anticipating the moment of truth. With patience I waited for the right moment, finally on a beautiful morning, the sun was shining, and we were still half asleep in bed, I made my move. I pulled Tanya close to me and thought, why not give it a shot? Maybe, just maybe, luck would be on my side and she would be willing to talk. I mean, her half-asleep state could work in my favor, right? So I mustered up the courage and asked Tanya bluntly: "Hey, my dear Tanya, I've got this burning curiosity about the fight. I know you do not want to talk about it, but at least can you tell me about your feelings while dominating the fight? I mean, seriously, it's mind-boggling!" Tanya, still groggy from sleep, turned towards me in bed and playfully draped one leg over my body, her thigh resting against my, uh, excited state. But I resisted not getting distracted: "please can you tell the story! " Finally Tanya appeared willing to spill the beans, and boy, was it a wild ride. She explained every little detail, from the moment they started the confrontation, when she offered to end the fight to Jean's stubborn refusal. It turned out to be like a chess match, in which Tanya lured Jean using unexpected tactics. I was hanging onto every Tanya's word. So, here's the thing, she straight up confessed that she couldn't handle Jean's constant nagging and all the crappy tasks she always dumped on her at the bar. And let me tell you, I couldn't agree more, those were the absolute worst chores ever. However, she swore she didn't beat the hell out of Jean for that. According to Tanya's version of the events, she got dragged into this whole fight because Jean decided to launch a physical attack. But let me tell you, I'm not entirely convinced that's the whole truth. In fact, Tanya herself admitted that she purposely withheld some tips just to get under Jean's skin. Moreover, she confessed to being well aware of the size difference and she was confident she could have her way with Jean. Can you believe it? I mean, come on, Tanya! Tanya's story was really picking up speed, and so was she, but boy, was she rubbing her inner thigh on me. She was getting her high and mighty attitude. She told me that being only the three of us, really worked in her favor. "I was absolutely certain that you would not dare or be willing to intervene." she said. Honestly, she was right. I mean, if there were other people around, they would have definitely stepped in and broken up their little brawl. But nope, not this time. It was just the three of us, and things were about to get settled one for all. "Oh, you won't believe this, but I've never actually been in a fight before. I mean, why not, right? This one was on the safe side. Gotta try everything at least once! " Tanya recalls that after Jean's first tackle, she was really surprised on how easily she could counter Jean: "I had it firmly in my mind that I towered over Jean in both height and weight. With this knowledge, I confidently believed that overpowering her would be a breeze." "I envisioned effortlessly pinning her down with the sheer force of my weight. However, I was utterly unprepared for the reality of just how pitifully inept of a fighter she truly was." "I exuded confidence in the face of the situation. Consequently, I swiftly countered each attack with a block and a retaliation. It didn't take long before I not only overpowered Jean, but also stood on the verge of surpassing her in every way." Tanya went on: "Let me be frank, I lost interest in the fight very quickly. We exchanged a few blows, and Jean was constantly on the receiving end. She was already short of breath. I firmly believed that she must have awakened from her 'warrior dream' to the harsh reality of the situation." "When I executed that strong kick, causing Jean to be propelled towards the floor, I unequivocally regarded the occurrence as concluded! I have already conveyed my message with utmost clarity and resonance." "However, astonishingly enough, Jean opted to confront me once more. Can you fathom such audacity? I must admit, I was utterly incensed." She vehemently exclaimed at the pinnacle of her vocal capacity, as we lay in our bed. "Let me tell the truth, my dear. From that very moment, everything became a hazy blur. It was as if I had been thrust into an unexpected Kung fu copilot scenario." "My dear, I was feeling like a whole new person! My blood was pumping, my heart was racing, and let me tell you, I had this crazy feeling like I could do anything to Jean. And guess what? I loved that sensation! I never felt so aroused before in my life ! " "Jean tried to dodge me, but I had this total power trip going on, and I was more than thrilled to use and abuse my strength. Can you believe it? Of course, you do, you saw it all, right?" She, then, decides to make things spicy and straddles me, planting a smooch on my neck. "Fear not, my dear, for I fully comprehend the rationale behind your interventions. It is evident that, if you did not intercede for Jean, undoubtedly I have been on the verge of inflicting significant harm to her. I had the ability to carry out such an action with absolute certainty. And I was resolute in my determination to do so. " " I envisioned myself standing tall above her, solely to bear witness to the overwhelming fear coursing through her quivering frame. Can you fathom it? However, this perspective is uniquely mine, and perhaps it reveals a touch of deviance within me." "Nevertheless, can you truly fault me for desiring to observe her squirm?" "But thanks to your intervention, I managed to pull myself together and regain some self-control. So, props to you for that!" "But let me tell you something! While your intention was to shield Jean from my wrath, it ended up having the opposite effect and actually exacerbated the situation for her. My bad!" Tanya flashed me a mischievous grin, clearly reveling in the irony. "Allow me to share with you, all the delectable particulars about that ." "Thus, once I had regained my own faculties, I resolved to prolong the thrashing ." "You made me realize, I had the power to shatter her body with a single strike, but that wasn't what I desired, was I?" "To ensure absolute mastery over my kicks, I took off my heavy western boot." "And let's be honest, I understand your admiration for witnessing my feet in motion. It's only natural, considering their undeniable awesomeness." "I exerted immense control over the power of my kicks. It was akin to engaging in a playful charade, a game of make-believe, if you will. I skillfully feigned the intention to strike her, yet in truth, I halted my kicks' trajectory the moment they grazed her skin." "It was a remarkable exhibition of my finesse and self-control. Jean, already fatigued and bruised, failed to comprehend that." Allow me to continue reporting to you Tanya's version of the fight: "Beloved, it is quite evident that Jean must have been utterly astounded by the sheer strength that I possess compared to hers! Each time I was on the verge of delivering a resounding blow, she would tightly shut her eyes in sheer terror." This time it was my turn to scream: "That explains why Jean could endure such an ordeal for so long!" It makes sense now! Jean must have been able to withstand the punishment because, well, Tanya wasn't really punishing her all that much. It was more like a playful tap on the skin, if you catch my drift. " Hey there, what a sight I was? I mean, seriously, I must have been quite the spectacle, don't you think? " Tanya has finally revealed the secret she has guarded for so long. "Now, I must admit, I feel a slight sense of shame. However, my true intention all along was to play a mind game with Jean. Consequently, whenever we found ourselves in close proximity, I would discreetly whisper words into her ear that would sow seeds of doubt, challenge her self-worth, and ultimately leave her feeling utterly humiliated." Now, this explains why, despite being totally overpowered by Tanya, Jean just kept coming back for more punishment ! Tanya knew exactly how to push Jean's buttons and she did it. Tanya totally owned Jean and on top of that, she made at my eyes Jean accountable for her own suicidal attitude! How demoniac! "I employed the very same tactic to maintain Jean's silence and submissiveness. Every now and then, I gently remind her of the sheer power that lies within these biceps." Tanya, with an air of self-assurance, flexed her left arm and brought it tantalizingly close to my lips, beckoning for my devoted kiss. While talking Tanya leaned in real closer, pressing her lovely breasts against my chest. I gotta say, it was quite the ride! Tanya knew exactly how to make things exciting. She really knows how to keep you on your toes, you know what I mean? She went on: "I found no satisfaction in merely physically demolishing her; oh no, that would have been far too easy. I embarked on a mission to systematically dismantle her mentally and utterly shatter her pride right before your very eyes." "I must say, I have observed your consistent admiration for my well-defined muscles, during our working hours . It is not merely an isolated incident, but rather a recurring phenomenon." "And you know what? I wholeheartedly embrace it. After all, who could resist the allure of witnessing this remarkable physique in motion? Rest assured, my dear, I am here to fulfill your desires." Alright, she had me completely hooked, like a fish on a line. I was more than ready and willing to go along with whatever she had in mind. And let me tell you, she definitely knew how to keep the excitement going with her teasing touches. It was like she had a secret recipe for driving me wild. "I adored engaging in play with Jean, treating her as if she were a mere human puppet. The sheer exhilaration of possessing such control over her was unparalleled." "I can scarcely fathom the frustration she must have experienced. It was as though I held a string, and Jean had no alternative but to gracefully dance to the rhythm of my desires." "I made certain that you witnessed Jean's downfall. I aimed to unveil her vulnerabilities and diminish her in your presence." "Then, the inevitable end arrived, she was completely shattered. She surrendered, pleading for her life. Oh, my dear, words cannot even begin to capture the immense satisfaction I experienced." "So there I was, with her practically groveling at my feet, pleading for my mercy and fully acknowledging my absolute superiority. What an overwhelming pleasure that is ! " "Well, would you believe it? Little ol' me, a young girl, doing something so mean and cruel? But let me tell you, once I got a taste of that power, that feeling of dominance, and saw the fear in my victim's eyes, I want more. And mark my words, I'm gonna get it again. ". Tanya, she's serious about this. So yeah, Tanya wanted to completely break Jean, mentally and emotionally. And from what she was telling , it sounds like she succeeded, indeed. It's just crazy to think about the power one person can have over another, isn't it? But hey, that's life, my friend. People can be cruel and manipulative, and Tanya was definitely the queen of that game. "Regrettably, that pleasure was short-lived." Tanya sadly stated. Well, well, well! Just when she thought she had finished her captivating tale, she had the urge to revive her ride on Jean's face. Thus, Tanya graciously invited my cock, to embark on a thrilling adventure into the depths of her wondrous vagina. With a gentle touch, she guided me towards the gateway of pleasure, her warm embrace enveloping my cock in a world of bliss. The rhythm of our bodies synchronized, a symphony of desire and fulfillment. Each movement, each thrust, is a testament to the profound connection we shared. Oh, the sensations! The electric currents of pleasure surged through our bodies, igniting every nerve ending with an intoxicating fervor. Time seemed to stand still as we explored the depths of passion, lost in a sea of ecstasy. ***** *****

Literature

Muay Thai tender

This story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real events or people. The characters, places, and situations are all made up. The story contains challenging imagery, including violence and suffering. Some readers may find this content disturbing or upsetting. The story includes domination and humiliation content. Readers who are sensitive to this type of content should proceed with caution. The story also includes a graphic representation of brutality and combat. This content may be upsetting to some readers. The story reports fictional cruelty and physical sexual assaults. This content is not intended to be taken seriously and should not be interpreted as a reflection of reality. Readers must be of legal age in their country to read this story. The legal age for reading this type of content varies from country to country. In the United States, the legal age is 18. In other countries, the legal age may be lower or higher. It is important to respect the legal age in your country. If you are not of legal age, you should not read this story. There are many other stories that you can read that are not as graphic or disturbing. This is a work of adult fiction, and the author does not condone or encourage any of the acts described in the story. The reader should never attempt to recreate any of the events or situations depicted in the story, as they may be harmful or dangerous. Please engage in self-care as you read, and remember that this is a work of fiction only. ……. Every corner I turn, a new experience awaits. From sipping on tropical cocktails at a beachfront bar, to indulging in relaxing massages that transport me to a state of pure bliss, Phuket offers a plethora of options to fulfill my desires. The nightlife in Phuket is amazing. The streets are packed with people, from farang (foreigners) like myself to young Thai ladies in search of fortune. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, smoke, and alcohol, and the sound of music and laughter is deafening. There are bars and clubs to suit every taste, from traditional Thai pubs to high-end nightclubs. And if you're looking for something a little more exotic, there are always the red light districts. I was wandering aimlessly through the streets of Phuket, enjoying the spectacle of the city. I was about to turn down a side street when I saw a poster advertising an evening program of Muay Thai matches. I had never been to a Muay Thai match before, but I had heard about it. It is a traditional Thai martial art that is known for its exciting and brutal fights. I was intrigued, so I decided to go inside. The arena was unlike any other venue I had encountered on my walk. It was packed with local people, all cheering and shouting. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and food, and the sound of drums and gongs was deafening. I made my way to the higher part of the arena, where I saw a small group of farang seated together. I joined them and introduced myself. They were all from different countries, but they were all there for the same reason: to experience the excitement of the Thai boxing match. The crowd was buzzing with excitement, and the air was thick with the smell of sweat and adrenaline. I craned my neck to get a better view of the women fighters warming up in the ring. They were both stunning, incredibly fit, lean, and muscular. The younger woman was taller and had a longer reach, but the older woman was more experienced and had a wider range of techniques. I couldn't help but feel that the younger woman had the advantage, but I knew that the older woman would be a tough opponent. I couldn't wait to see how the fight would play out. The two fighters face one another in the ring, their muscles bulging and their eyes filled with determination, and their faces painted with traditional Muay Thai symbols. They bowed to each other and the referee, who gave them the instructions, and the bell rang. The match started, fighters circled each other, testing each other's defenses. I was immediately hooked. The women fighters were incredibly skilled, and they moved with speed and power. The first real strike came from the taller fighter, a quick jab to the face. The older woman fighter felt the hit. She responded with a kick to the thigh. The fight quickly escalated, with both fighters throwing punches, kicks, elbows, and knees. The crowd cheered and shouted as the fighters exchanged blows. The taller and younger fighter seemed to be getting the better of the fight, but the older fighter was not giving up. She kept coming forward, even when she was hit. Then, the young girl found a way into the defense of the woman, striking a kick to the body, followed by a punch to the head. All of a sudden I am witnessing a one sided beating! There were shouts of excitement by the crowd, as the younger woman mercilessly targeted the older defenseless woman . The match was soon over as the older woman collapsed to the mat. The spectators were very pleased as the winner was strutting over her defeated victim. I watched a few more matches, but I lost interest. I decided to leave the arena and head back to my hotel. I made my way through the crowd, but I took a wrong turn and found myself in a narrow alleyway. The alleyway was dark and deserted, and I felt a sense of unease. At that point I heard a noise. It was faint and unintelligible, but it was enough to pique my curiosity. I stopped and listened, trying to figure out what it was. The noise seemed to be coming from up ahead, so I cautiously stepped further into the alleyway. The noise grew louder as I got closer. It sounded like someone was sobbing and whispering, but I couldn't make out any words. I peered around the corner, but I couldn't see anyone. The alleyway was empty, except for a few piles of trash. I was about to turn around and leave when I heard the noise again. This time, it was louder and clearer. It sounded like a woman was saying something in Tai. I could not resist my curiosity. I took a few silent steps ahead, trying to get a better view of the alleyway. Now I couldn't see a woman crouched hugging her legs. Suddenly, I saw a figure huddled in the shadows. I squinted, trying to get a better look. I recognized her as the older woman who had lost her fight earlier, and she was sobbing. She was still wearing the sports bra and shorts she had worn during the match. I felt all her sorrow and frustration, and I wanted to do something to help. I instinctively played the good Samaritan. She didn't say anything, but she didn't move away either as I sat down next to her . Now that I was next to her, I could see that she was covered in bruises and cuts. The extent of the beating she had received from her younger opponent was evident. Her left eye was swollen shut, and her lip was split. Her hair was wet and disheveled, and she had a tear running down her cheek. I observed her pain and disappointment in her eyes. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her brow was furrowed. I saw her earlier, she had tried her best, but it wasn't enough. Her younger foe was way too strong for her. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I reached out and put my arm around her waist. She recoiled , but I insisted, she tensed up at first, but then she relaxed and leaned into me. I could feel her shaking, I just held her and let her cry. Gently holding her with my arm around her body, I could feel her toned muscles. Her back was strong and firm, and her arms were warm and inviting. I could feel the curves of her waist and hips, and I could smell the faint scent of her perfume. I didn't say anything. I just held her. I felt a sense of peace and contentment as I held her. I knew that she was safe now, and that I would protect her. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I could feel her relaxing, and I knew that she was starting to feel safe. She stopped crying and leaned her head on my shoulder. I could feel her warm breath on my neck, and I could smell the faint scent of her perfume. I didn't say anything. I just held her. Finally, she spoke. "Thank you," she said. "I didn't know what I would have done without you." Luckly, she spoke fairly good English. I smiled. "You're welcome," I said. "I'm just glad I could help." She introduced herself as Achara, a popular name in Thailand she said, adding: "This name means 'virtuous.'" She had a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her long, graceful neck. When she shook my hand, I could feel her soft skin and strong grip. Her figure was well-proportioned, with curves in all the right places. I could feel the muscles in her forearm as she squeezed my hand, and I was struck by her strength and vitality. When she was ready, she told me her story. She took a deep breath and turned to me. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I have been framed and betrayed!" I was surprised by her earlier declaration, someone framed her? I envisaged she was sad for losing the match so badly. I tried to help. "Saw your match, you fought bravely! " comfortingly. "My opponent honored me. As she entered the ring, I could tell that she knew I was no match for her. She was taller, younger, and stronger than me. Her muscles were well-defined, and her skin was smooth and tanned. But even though she was physically superior to me, she showed me nothing but respect. She whispered to me that she wanted to respect my age, and that she would not crush me as she could do. Instead, she allowed me to put up a good fight, and she even gave me a few pointers along the way. " "But as the fight went on, I started to wear down. I was getting tired, and my punches were starting to lose their power. I could see her smirking as she realized that I was no longer a match for her stamina." "In the final round, she began landing more punches, and she was really starting to hurt me. I was staggering around the ring, trying to defend myself, but it was no use. Her punches were like hammers, and they were knocking the wind out of me." "I could see her muscles flexing as she threw punch after punch. She was so strong, and I was so weak. I knew that I was going to lose, but I didn't want to give up, losing my face." "She had mercy on me. She could have easily knocked me out, but she didn't. She quickly landed a series of brutal punches to my head and body, but she didn't follow me to the ground. She knew that I was done, and she didn't want to hurt me any more than she had to." "I am grateful for her sportsmanship. She was a true champion, and she showed me what it means to be a good sport. She was well-trained, and she could refrain herself when she was superior to her opponent. It is a rare quality.” I was shocked by the respect and the lack of hatred Achara was sincerely showing to the young formidable opponent who had defeated her. Those words were balm for her. She stood tall and proud, her shoulders back and her chin up. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her long, graceful neck. Her skin was smooth and tanned, and her muscles were well-defined. She looked like a warrior, and I knew that she would be back stronger than ever. Achara carried on her story: "I have been framed, because I was promised to fight a different opponent. My match was the opening one for the evening, and it was supposed to be like an appetizer, more than a real fight. I was supposed to confront a weak guy to show to the public the muay Thai technique. But instead, they gave me this young woman, who was much stronger than me. I realized that I was the chosen victim. But I didn't back down. I fought her with everything I had, but she was just too much for me. She beat me soundly, but I'm not ashamed of my performance. I gave it my all, and I'm proud of that." "I cannot trust the owner of the arena any longer! Fighting is a way to earn my living, I don't know how to do it now." She shook her head in frustration, and I could see the anger and disappointment in her eyes. I could see the pain in her eyes, and I felt a wave of sympathy for her. She had been betrayed by the one person she should have been able to trust, and it was clear that she was struggling to come to terms with it. I didn't know how to help her, but I wanted to do something. I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at me with a grateful smile. "Thank you," she said. "I don't know what I would have done without you." I must admit I melted like butter when I heard her. She was so beautiful. She had a kind and compassionate smile, and I could tell that she was a genuine person. I felt a connection with her right away. I couldn't help but notice her body. She was spectacular with curves in all the right places. I was immediately drawn to her. She was everything I had ever wanted in a woman. I knew that I had to get to know her better. I could see the hope in her eyes as she listened to me. She knew that I believed in her, and that was all she needed to start moving forward. Achara's reached into the bar gym bag she carried. With a confident smirk, she pulled out a vibrant red tube dress that perfectly complemented her radiant beauty. The sheer elegance of the dress contrasted against her sporty attire, creating a mesmerizing juxtaposition that added an air of mystery to her presence. Without hesitation, she swiftly slipped into the dress right there in the alley, a testament to her unwavering confidence and disregard for convention. And then, as if to complete the transformation, Achara effortlessly slid her feet into a pair of irrational high heel shoes, adding an element of intrigue to her already captivating aura. At that moment, I couldn't help but be drawn to her, not just for her physical beauty, but also for her boldness and resilience. She had changed her clothes, and now she was wearing a tight tube dress that left no space for imagination about her curves. I also thought it would be great to share a meal with a good-looking woman like her. Then I did something I would never do back home. I was nervous about asking her out, but I knew I had to do it. I took a deep breath and asked her if she would like to join me for dinner, and surprisingly she said yes!

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She still loves me - 1

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Unexpected experience - 1

Disclaimer * This story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real events or people. The characters, places, and situations are all made up. * The story contains challenging imagery, including violence and suffering. Some readers may find this content disturbing or upsetting. * The story includes domination and humiliation content. Readers who are sensitive to this type of content should proceed with caution. * The story also includes a graphic representation of brutality and combat. This content may be upsetting to some readers. * The story reports fictional cruelty and physical sexual assaults. * This content is not intended to be taken seriously and should not be interpreted as a reflection of reality. Readers must be of legal age in their country to read this story. The legal age for reading this type of content varies from country to country. In the United States, the legal age is 18. In other use, the legal age may be lower or higher. It is important to respect the legal age in your country. If you are not of legal age, you should not read this story. There are many other stories that you can read that are not as graphic or disturbing. This is a work of adult fiction, and the author does not condone or encourage any of the acts described in the story. The reader should never attempt to recreate any of the events or situations depicted in the story, as they may be harmful or dangerous. Please engage in self-care as you read, and remember that this is a work of fiction only. …… I have a personal fetish for watching/writing female fighting. The rougher the sexier. Finding one sided no mercy shown matches the most erotic. However, I do not condone violence in real life. Please leave the violence in the realm of fantasy. All that being said, let the fighting begin! ........ It's quite amusing, really, how my dear husband has this secret obsession with the art of female combat. He's never actually admitted it, but I've caught him dropping hints here and there. Little did I know, destiny played its mischievous hand when my trusty laptop decided to crash, leaving me with no choice but to borrow my husband's device. That innocent act would lead me down a rabbit hole of unexpected discoveries. As I delved into the digital realm of his laptop, my eyes widened with disbelief. There, hidden amidst the sea of files, I stumbled upon a treasure trove of videos that to my incredulity ignited a fire within me. With each click, a world unfurled before my eyes, showcasing the raw power and fierce determination of women engaged in the most fierce battles. From the adrenaline-fueled clashes of boxing to the mesmerizing dance of catfights, a secret passion of my husband's was unveiled. It was as if a hidden door had swung open, revealing a side of him I had never imagined. The videos, like windows into a clandestine world, left me both bewildered and intrigued, urging me to explore the depths of his fascination. As I delved deeper into the labyrinth of videos, a peculiar pattern emerged. Some were as dull as a rainy afternoon, lacking any spark of excitement or purpose. They were like forgotten relics, abandoned on the virtual shelf. However, there were others that whispered to my imagination, beckoning me closer with their enigmatic allure. These were the videos that defied explanation, devoid of any traditional screenplay or plot. Yet, their inexplicable charm captivated me, leaving my mind spinning with questions and my heart yearning for more. How could something so seemingly mundane hold such a magnetic pull over my senses? I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was an intangible quality, an elusive essence that drew me in with every frame. Like a moth to a flame, I found myself becoming entangled in the web of intrigue, craving the next exhilarating surprise that awaited me in this enigmatic digital realm. Probably it was the thought of my husband's eyes fixated on me, as I engage in a fierce duel with another woman, sending an electrifying rush down my spine. Every imaginary strike, every parry, every jaw-dropping display of my skills filled me with an intoxicating surge of energy. Is it the sweet taste of victory, as I assert my dominance over a worthy opponent, or is it the primal hunger simmering in my beloved's gaze that ignites the flames of my own desire? It's a tantalizing puzzle, where pleasure and power intertwine, beckoning me to delve deeper into the depths of my passions. Now, let me tell you, my friends, there's nothing quite like the thrill of conquering your opponent in combat, especially when your beloved is watching. Oh, and what to say about the aftermath of my fictional victory, when my husband's hands dance upon my body, a symphony of touch that sets my soul ablaze with desire. How he relishes the opportunity to ease my tension, to knead away the knots that have formed within my muscles. Yet, I am no delicate flower in need of gentle strokes. No, my husband's touch is firm and deliberate, his hands tracing the contours of my toned physique, his fingers exploring the curves of my sculpted form. He is drawn to my solid tummy, his touch lingering upon its firmness, his palms gliding across the expanse of my shapely calves. But it is my muscled arms that truly captivate him, his fingertips tracing the sinewy lines that mark my strength. And I, in turn, relish in his adoration, basking in the knowledge that I am a goddess to be worshiped, a woman whose power and beauty intertwine in a mesmerizing display. Oh, the sweet surrender of my body to his skilled hands, a dance of pleasure and intimacy that fuels the fire of our love. …. One day I was in that particular mood for gameplay, thus I confessed to my husband that I discovered his fascination and most of all that I was ready to explore it. I went straight to the point, "Well, my dear husband, it seems that you have quite the appetite for adventure and thrills. And what better way to satisfy it than by unleashing my untapped potential in the ring against a female opponent? As for finding an opponent, I leave that to your capable hands. After all, he seems quite eager to see me in action, don't you? So let us set aside all inhibitions and indulge in the primal desire for physicality and competition." My husband's eyes sparkled with excitement as I made the bold offer to step into the ring against a worthy opponent. With a mischievous grin, he eagerly took charge of the arrangements, vowing to scour the depths of the internet to find the perfect challenger for me. He confidently declared that within the vast realm of online chats, he would connect with a group of local fighters who shared our burning passion for the adrenaline-fueled dance of combat. I was feeling mischievous, wanting to tease and tantalize my husband's senses. With a sly smile, I leaned in closer and whispered, "Oh, my love, imagine this - a dance of strength and skill, a tantalizing display of my abilities. Does the thought entice you?" "Although I may lack the expertise and formal training in combat, the idea of facing another woman in battle stirs a flame of excitement deep within me. Just imagine, my dearest, the scene unfolds before us. I, standing tall and confident, face-to-face with my adversary, ready to unleash my hidden prowess." "My every move would be a testament to my unwavering determination and unparalleled grace. Each strike, executed with precision, would demonstrate my power and leave you breathless with anticipation. As I swiftly block any incoming attacks, my body would move like a symphony, a testament to the fire that burns within me." As I saw the glimmer of excitement in my husband's eyes at the thought of me engaging in a physical altercation with another woman, I knew I had struck a chord. His imagination ran wild with the idea of me showcasing my prowess and skill in combat. Sensing an opportunity to captivate him even further, I decided to seize the moment and take advantage of his heightened state of arousal. The moment my husband's hands roamed over my body, I knew I had him under my spell. He couldn't resist the allure of my curves, the way my skin felt against his fingertips. And as he worshiped every inch of me, I reveled in the power I held over him. I guided him with my touch, my lips, my body, taking him on a journey of pleasure and ecstasy. I showed him just how much control I had, as he surrendered himself completely to me. And in our passionate lovemaking, I owned him, body and soul. His lust for me only fueled my own desires, and I left him completely drained, a mere shell of a man. But oh, the satisfaction I felt in knowing that I had dominated him in every way possible. He was mine, to command and to please, and I reveled in it. … The following day, he had wasted no time in finding an opponent for me. Nevertheless, for hours on end, my husband and I found ourselves immersed in the depths of the internet, delving into the world of private catfight and wrestling chat rooms. It was a peculiar hobby, but one that intrigued us both. Little did my dear husband anticipate that his search for a real opponent would prove to be a much more arduous task than he had initially assumed. As we delved deeper into the realm of these online communities, I couldn't help but taunt my husband, relishing in the fact that I, his beloved wife, embodied everything these lonely individuals yearned for. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I playfully remarked, "Oh darling, you truly are a fortunate man. Just imagine those poor souls, lurking in the shadows, unable to even fathom the strength and prowess of a real woman like me!" My husband's face flushed with a mixture of amusement and frustration as he scrolled through countless profiles of aspiring challengers. Each click of the mouse only served to heighten my amusement, knowing full well that these solitary warriors, if they even exist, would crumble at the mere thought of facing a woman of my caliber. Allow me to state unequivocally that I cannot be classified as an athletic individual, for I do not engage in any sports activities. However, I must assert that I am far from being a pushover, as my physical stature stands at an impressive 5 feet 9 inches, with a weight of 128 pounds. I take great pride in considering myself a woman of strong and well-toned physique. With every passing minute, my husband's determination grew, refusing to be deterred by the endless sea of self-proclaimed fighters lovers. His eyes scanned the screen, searching for that one elusive contender who could match my strength, wit, and undeniable charm. And yet, the hours ticked by, turning into a seemingly endless expedition through the virtual battlefield. Amidst our laughter and banter, I couldn't help but revel in the irony of it all. Here we were, a couple bonded by love and trust, venturing into the realm of online combat in search of an opponent. It was a peculiar pastime, but one that brought us closer, reminding us of the unique connection we shared. After countless hours of searching through the vast expanse of the internet, we finally received a positive response from a white lesbian couple. They were intrigued by our offer and were willing to experience a real fight. The thrill of the challenge sent shivers down my spine as we eagerly agreed to get to know each other before the match. My husband and I rendezvoused in the opulent confines of a hotel bar, eagerly anticipating our encounter with the vivacious lesbian couple. From the moment we met, it was clear that Caroline and Rachel were a dynamic duo, exuding charm and sophistication. Our conversation meandered down various paths, delving into our personal stories and shared interests, as laughter and banter filled the air. As Caroline and Rachel studied my physical appearance with appreciation, a glimmer of excitement danced in their eyes. They couldn't help but comment on the hypothetical advantage I would possess as a black woman, acknowledging the power and resilience that often accompanied my heritage. We shared a moment of laughter, recognizing the playful banter for what it was - a testament to the diverse strengths we each brought to the table. It was in this light-hearted exchange that the stage was set for a thrilling clash. With a twinkle in their eyes, Caroline and Rachel decided that Caroline would be my opponent. Because Rachel possessed an ethereal beauty that left men spellbound with every step she took, however they said it was clear that Rachel's delicate frame, though enchanting, seemed too fragile to stand against my sheer power and strength. While Rachel's elegance could entrance any room, Caroline's sturdy physique seemed more fitting for the impending match. As I observed Caroline, a formidable opponent in her own right, a mischievous grin crept onto my face. Her confidence is palpable, and I couldn't help but admire her self-esteem. There was an unmistakable fire in her eyes, a spark that ignited my own competitive spirit. I had to admit, Caroline seemed like the perfect adversary, as we are similar in size and weight. However, there is something about her that intrigues me, a sense of raw skill and expertise that piqued my curiosity. I knew that if Caroline truly possessed fighting skills, our clash would be a battle I might lose. It was an enchanting evening, marked by the warmth of friendship and the thrill of competition. As I readied myself to face off against Caroline, my heart raced with anticipation, these two women were not your average chatroom enthusiasts. They were searching for a worthy opponent. And what better way to bond than over a shared passion for combat? But amidst all the talk of strikes and holds, we also took the time to socialize and get to know each other on a personal level. After all, what's a fight without some teasing and joking talks? And as we discussed the rules of the match, we all agreed to leave any moral lessons or censorship at the door. This was a battle of skill and strength, and nothing else mattered. We offered to host the match in our house. My husband and I prepared for the exhilarating showdown, we transformed our downstairs room into a makeshift ring. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as we awaited the arrival of my opponent. As Caroline and Rachel arrived, my eyes were immediately drawn to their contrasting appearances. Caroline, dressed in a sleek and practical gymnastics outfit, exuded an air of athletic prowess. Her toned physique and focused expression hinted at the intensity she brought to the fight. On the other hand, Rachel commanded attention with her stunning beauty, clad in an outfit that left little to the imagination. Her curves were accentuated by every curve-hugging contour, and her radiant smile seemed to cast a spell on everyone around her. I couldn't help but notice my husband's gaze fixated on Rachel, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. It was clear that Rachel's captivating presence had ignited a fire within him, and I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. As Caroline and I stepped into the living room, our bodies glistening in our matching bikinis, I couldn't help but notice the change in the atmosphere. The room seemed to come alive with anticipation as we settled onto the plush couch, ready to enjoy a refreshing welcome drink before our intense match. I had prepared a special concoction for the occasion, a vibrant blend of tropical fruits, chilled to perfection and served in elegant, crystal glasses. As I handed the drinks to Caroline and myself, I couldn't help but notice how my husband's attention shifted. His eyes, before captivated by Rachel's enchanting allure, now found solace in the presence of Caroline and myself. The way he gazed at us, his eyes filled with admiration and desire, reminded me of the connection we shared. It was as if the sight of us in our bikinis had rekindled a fire within him, reminding him of the strength and beauty that lay within our own bodies. Sipping on the refreshing elixir, I watched as Caroline, her toned muscles glistening in the soft light, raised her glass to toast our forthcoming battle. The excitement and determination in her eyes mirrored my own, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. As the cool liquid caressed my lips, I couldn't help but savor the moment, knowing that this drink was just the beginning of an exhilarating journey that awaited us in the ring. As we clinked our glasses together, a silent understanding passed between Caroline and I - that nothing, not even the most captivating presence, could steal away the attention and devotion we commanded from our loved ones.

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Trish triumph - 4

4 Sarah Ah, the unexpected twist in Sarah's journey! As she stepped into the private restroom, her heart raced with anticipation, for what awaited her surpassed even her wildest dreams, as Trish promised her. To her astonishment, Sensei Takeshi himself stood before her, extending a warm welcome and assuring her that she was in capable hands. Two skilled medical specialists, handpicked by the esteemed Sensei, were ready to attend to her every need. The first was a sports medicine specialist, well-versed in treating the aftermath of intense battles. With a gentle touch and expert knowledge, this specialist began the process of healing Sarah's body, addressing the physical toll exacted by Trish's brutal onslaught. However, to everyone's surprise, Sarah's condition appeared to be far better than anyone could have anticipated. It became clear that Trish, despite her ferocity, had exercised an unexpected restraint on her locks, sparing Sarah from severe injuries. The realization dawned upon Sarah that Trish's intentions, though fierce, had a touch of mercy, leaving her with a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. Soon after Trish herself came to welcome Sarah. Sarah was taken aback by the sudden change in tone. Trish's voice, once so fierce and intimidating in the arena, now carried a warmth and friendliness that Sarah had never heard before. "You played very well out there in the arena! " Trish said with a smile. "I am proud to call you my new sister!" Not quite knowing how to react, Sarah simply nodded in response. Trish then added, "I sincerely hope that we can become friends. I apologize if I scared you out there. I was merely following our master's instructions. He warned me that if I made any mistakes again, he would punish me severely!" Sarah could see the genuine care in Trish's eyes. Sarah just repeated the word 'sister ' in astonishment. …. Two hours later, Trish and Sarah found themselves settled in Sensei Takeshi's luxurious limousine, taking in the sights of the world as they sped away. As they rode, a heavy silence filled the air, broken only by the occasional glance that passed between them. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they arrived at their destination: the stable. Sarah was amazed by what she saw. This was no ordinary gymnasium, hastily converted into a living space. Rather, it was a beautiful villa, with high walls and an ornate entrance. She felt a wave of excitement wash over her. Together, Trish and Sarah stepped out of the limousine. Trish ushered Sarah into the villa with a smile, introducing her to the two young girls who were waiting for them at the door. The first girl, who looked like a fighter, bowed deeply greeting Trish, while the other bowed to Sarah. Trish then introduced Sarah to Mandy, simply saying: " Mandy was sent here by Master Sensei Takeshi as a welcome gift to you. She is yours." Mandy bowed even deeper at Sarah's direction, her head almost touching the ground. She didn't say a word, as slaves like her were not allowed to speak to her owner unless requested. Sarah felt a twinge of guilt as she watched Mandy's silent obedience, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of power in the knowledge that she now owned another human being. Mandy was a very young and delicate girl, with a fragile frame and asian features. She had a petite body, her small frame swallowed up by her clothing. Her thin arms and legs were ill-equipped to handle the physical demands of her daily life, and her skin was pale and pasty, making her look sickly and vulnerable. Mandy attire was loose and comfortable, in neutral colors that don't draw attention to her delicate frame. She was wearing a pair of loose-fitting pants and a tunic. Her clothes were made of soft, natural linen fabrics . Yet despite her fragility, Mandy possessed a strength and determination that belied her diminutive size. Her deep brown eyes shone with a fiery determination, and her lips were set in a firm line, ready to take on any duty that came her way. "She will escort you to your rooms and will be at your complete disposal, whatever you might need, as much as everything and everyone in this house, my dear sister!" "Master Sensei Takeshi said to me we are free until he will summon us, please use this spare time to familiarize with the villa ." That said Trish went away followed by her own slave girl. "So, Mandy, take me to my bunk!” Sarah ordered, she was not sure of her commanding tone. At any rate, Mandy ushered Sarah along through a series of winding corridors and, eventually, Mandy opened the doors to Sarah's new home, a luxurious apartment in Master Sensei Takeshi villa , that had been completely renovated for her. She was taken aback by the sheer elegance of her surroundings. Sarah marched in, her heart pounding with anticipation. She commanded Mandy to follow her in, hoping that her authoritative voice would be convincing enough. Mandy complied, leading Sarah into her apartment. Sarah couldn't help but admire the exquisite decorations and furniture that adorned her new rooms. She felt a surge of pride as she realized that she was now the proud owner of her own apartment. What a terrific change from the frugal cell she used to live in her previous stable. Sarah, feeling a surge of power from her new position, decided it was time to break the silence that had so far surrounded her interactions with Mandy. She looked directly into Mandy's eyes, her voice filled with authority, and declared: "When we are alone in my house, you are free to speak to me openly. That is an order!" Sarah couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of her statement. Throughout her life, she had always been the one receiving orders, never giving them. It was a foreign concept for her to be in a position of authority. But now, as the owner of this grand apartment, she relished the opportunity to assert herself. Mandy, the ever-loyal slave, smiled in response to Sarah's newfound confidence. Mandy's smile was filled with both admiration and a tinge of amusement, as if she knew Sarah's struggle to adjust to her new role. Sarah's laughter filled the room, a mix of exhilaration and self-awareness. She realized that being on the other side of the power dynamic was not as simple as she had imagined. It was a learning experience, one that both challenged and excited her. But in that moment, as Sarah and Mandy shared a genuine smile, a bond formed between them, transcending the roles they now found themselves in. Mandy, eager to please her new mistress, took the lead and guided Sarah through the opulent halls of the apartment. ”Yes, mistress Sarah. I'm here to serve you. Please allow me to show you your apartment in the villa. I'm sure you'll be impressed by its grandeur. " ”I will be happy! Do it!" ”I humbly present to you this living room, Sarah. It's filled with luxurious chandeliers, velvet couches, and coffee tables that will leave you breathless." "Now, if you'd be so kind, let me take you to the dining area. It's adorned with a beautiful oak table, chairs fit for royalty, and all the crystal glasses and silverware you need for a lavish feast." ”Please, mistress Sarah, let me show you the master bedroom. It's a sanctuary of comfort and indulgence, with a grand canopy bed, tapestries, and more. Not really a bunk, if you allow my saying. " "Of course you can, Mandy! As long as we are alone I order you to speak all your thoughts!" "And of course, I must show you the closet. It's a fashionista's dream, with designer clothing, shoes, and handbags. I'm sure you'll love it.” ”Mistress , I apologize I chose those for you, without knowing your preferences, I tried my best" Mandy bowed to Sarah hoping for her approval . "Very nice dresses!I love them! Well done Mandy!" Sarah thought that it was a real luck owning a girl slave endowed with a better sense of aesthetics than her own. "Finally, I'd like to show you the private study. It has floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, holding a vast collection of literature. And a mahogany desk with a comfy leather chair, inviting you to explore a world of knowledge and imagination." "I hope you were pleased with the tour, Sarah. I'm here to serve you, and it's my honor to make this place a true home for you.” ”May I suggest you take a hot bath to relax? Of course, I will take care of you mistress " … Sarah was amazed and intrigued by Mandy's offer. The slave girl, Mandy, knelt beside the elegant porcelain bathtub, to check if the water was hot enough: "My mistress, the water is ready for you, if you like bathing now." The soft glow of candlelight flickering across her face. Her deep brown eyes remained fixed on her mistress. Sarah undressed without warning for her slave to help her out, as she is not accounted for. Mandy took good care of studying her mistress' features. Sarah possessed a captivating allure that could not be ignored. Her opal white skin, smooth and flawless, seemed to glow under any light, adding an ethereal and almost otherworldly quality to her presence. Her short stature was now fully exposed, her nude body glowing with a sense of power and strength. Every muscle and sinew seemed to be meticulously sculpted. Her curves were accentuated by her toned muscles, her breasts standing proud and inviting. Her face, with its striking oval shape, commanded attention wherever she went. The determination and focus emanating from her eyes were palpable, as if she possessed an unwavering resolve that could conquer any challenge. Those edgy eyes, mysterious and alluring, held a depth of intensity that hinted at a world of passions yet to be explored. Her short-cut, blonde hair framed her face, adding a touch of fierceness to her overall appearance. The strands were soft and silky, falling artfully around her ears and brushing against her delicate neck. With each tilt of her head, her hair seemed to carry an air of confidence, accentuating her natural beauty in a way that was impossible to ignore. She stood there, her naked body exposed, and her confidence and grace on full display. …… Sarah gracefully immersed in the warm, scented water. Mandy's heart raced with a mix of fear and determination, as her future depended on her ability to cater to Sarah's every desire. Mandy smiled as she watched Sarah relax in the warmth of the bath. Mandy's ebony skin glistened under the dim light, a stark contrast to the pale complexion of her mistress. With each gentle ripple in the water, Mandy felt a surge of anticipation course through her veins. She understood that her ability to please Sarah would determine not only her immediate fate but also her prospects for a better future. The weight of this realization hung heavily upon her slender shoulders, urging her to surpass her own limits. Mandy has to learn quickly to anticipate Sarah's needs, to recognize the subtle shifts in her mistress's moods. It was a delicate dance, a constant balancing act between servitude and survival. She knew that by skillfully attending to Sarah's every whim, she could secure a place of favor in her mistress's world. As Sarah rose from the bathtub Mandy was ready with a soft bathrobe in hand hurrying to dry her mistress' body. Then Mandy reached for the fragrant oils, her nimble fingers trembled slightly. The scent of lavender filled the air, mingling with the intoxicating aroma of roses. With each stroke of her hand, she massaged Sarah's sturdily built body, exerting just the right amount of pressure to elicit a sigh of contentment from her mistress. Mandy's eyes never wavered from Sarah's face, searching for the slightest hint of pleasure or dissatisfaction. Sarah felt a thrill of pleasure course through her body as Mandy's fingers expertly kneaded and caressed her skin. The gentle massage, coupled with the sweet aroma of lavender and roses, sent a wave of desire surging through her body, her breath quickening in anticipation. With each stroke of Mandy's hands, Sarah felt her body come alive, her senses heightened and her arousal growing with each passing moment. Finally Mandy, determined to test her progress and ability, reached her hands out and caressed Sarah's body, her fingers exploring every curve of her mistress's muscular form. She brought her lips to Sarah's neck, kissing and licking her way down to her shoulders. Her tongue explored Sarah's body, tracing circles around her nipples and dipping into her navel. Mandy, feeling her actions were welcomed by Sarah, continued her journey, her mouth tracing a path down Sarah's body. Mandy knelt in front of her standing mistress. She kissed and licked her way down to Sarah's thighs, using her fingers to spread her open. Her tongue explored her inner depths, with each movement, Sarah's pleasure intensified, until she finally reached the peak of ecstasy. She had fulfilled her mistress's desires in the most pleasurable way, and she was proud of the pleasure she had brought to Sarah. In this world of opulence and power, Mandy was determined to carve out her own destiny. She knew that by mastering the art of pleasing Sarah, she could navigate the treacherous waters of servitude. ….. Next morning , Sarah woke up feeling refreshed and ready for her second day at Master Sensei Takeshi's villa. She jumped out of her bed, unaware that Mandy had spent the night sleeping on the rug beside it. When Sarah landed on her feet, her full weight crushed down onto Mandy's fragile body, forcing Mandy to curl into a ball and clutch her sore abdomen in shock. While Sarah was surprised, Mandy was in a state of panic. "Please forgive my mistress! ” Mandy gasped, barely able to articulate her words. "I am so sorry, Mandy! I didn't mean to hurt you," Sarah expressed genuine concern, her worry evident in her voice. "I had no idea you were on the bed rug." Sarah quickly squatted down next to Mandy, her heart filled with remorse. With utmost care, she lifted her slave, cradling Mandy tenderly in her arms. For a few seconds, Mandy seemed weightless, held securely by Sarah's caring embrace. Sarah gently placed Mandy back onto the bed, ensuring her comfort and safety. Mandy took a moment to catch her breath before responding: "Yes, mistress, I'm okay. " Mandy, still struggling to recover from the unexpected incident, Sarah was relieved to hear Mandys reassurance. ……. Once the incident was resolved, Mandy took great care in preparing her mistress, Sarah, for the day ahead. She started by assisting Sarah in taking a luxurious hot shower, ensuring that every inch of her body was refreshed and invigorated. With delicate precision, Mandy skillfully combed Sarah's short hair, creating a flawless and stylish look. As if she were a professional makeup artist, Mandy meticulously applied makeup to enhance Sarah's natural features, accentuating her beauty to perfection. She paid attention to every detail, ensuring that Sarah's appearance was impeccable and radiant. Next, Mandy presented Sarah with a selection of different clothing combinations to choose from. Mandy was pleased as Sarah gave her the duty of choosing the best attire for her. Mandy chose a stunning short skirt that showcased Sarah's round and toned thighs, exuding confidence and sensuality. To complement the skirt, they opted for a sleeveless shirt that showcased Sarah's arms, reflecting her impressive muscular physique. Mandy took a firm stance, insisting that Sarah should wear high-heeled shoes. The heels would not only elevate Sarah's height, but also add an air of superiority and commanding allure to her presence. Mandy knew that this choice would make Sarah stand out and demand attention wherever she would go. …… Mandy paraded her impressive new mistress Sarah around the vast and lavish Master Sensei Takeshi's Villa, composed of several different buildings scattered in a vast area covering an entire hill. Sarah would walk in front, her posture straight and dignified, radiating authority and strength. Mandy followed close behind, her head bowed in respect and admiration. Every eye in the villa was drawn to Sarah, her presence demanding attention and adoration. Moreover , she could not help, but notice that they met only female servants who were quite short and had a weak presence. She felt a sense of superiority and power in comparison to them, and found herself standing a little taller than usual. She could not help but smirk at the inferiority of those women. Mandy couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she watched her newfound mistress, Sarah, command the attention of all the other servants. Gossip and rumors spread like wildfire among servants, marveling at Mandy's position as personal slave of such an important lady. Being the most subservient of the servants, Mandy was often overlooked and disrespected by the rest of the staff. She was always given the most difficult and thankless assignments, and was often the last one to receive any sort of recognition or reward. Mandy thought that thanks to Sarah's protection, no one would dare to bully or mistreat her anymore. Instead, they began to admire and envy her for being so close to Sarah. Even the other servants who had previously been cruel to her now will show respect. Mandy had finally found her place in the villa - thanks to Sarah's grace and kindness. Sarah noticed that Mandy was harboring a desire for revenge. To show everyone Mandy's new status she allowed her to speak to her mistress, Sarah ordered Mandy to describe the different locations. Mandy was delighted by the permission of her mistress . ”Mistress Sarah , at the entrance of the villa, you are greeted by a serene Zen garden, meticulously landscaped with lush greenery, flowing water features, and carefully placed stones. It's a perfect place to find inner peace and tranquility." "The heart of the villa, the Training Dojo, is where Master Sensei Takeshi will train you and mistress Trish at martial arts skills. This spacious hall is adorned with traditional Japanese artworks and equipped with various training tools like wooden dummies, punching bags, and weapons racks." "This is the Meditation Room, unfortunately slaves are not allowed to enter here. I heard it is a sanctuary for meditation and reflection. It features comfortable seating cushions and a calming ambiance, allowing anyone to achieve deep relaxation and mental clarity." "Another slave forbidden area is The Library of Wisdom: Master Sensei Takeshi is a scholar as well, and I was told he owns an extensive library filled with ancient scrolls, martial arts manuals, and philosophical texts." "Dear mistress, if you allow me to speak my opinion, I believe each component of Master Sensei Takeshi's Villa is carefully designed to facilitate your martial arts training and the pursuit of wisdom.' ….. Sarah couldn't help but think about the old saying, "There ain't no such thing as a free lunch." She had been living at Master Sensei Takeshi's villa for three days now, and she had been treated like royalty. The food was delicious, the accommodations were luxurious, and she had even been given Mandy as her personal slave. But Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that there was a catch. No one had told her what she was supposed to do in return for all this generosity. Sarah was starting to get worried. She didn't want to be taken advantage of, but she also didn't want to be rude and ungrateful. One day, Sarah decided to ask Trish about. She found her in the garden, walking with her personal slave. "Dear Trish," she said, "I'm grateful for everything you've done for me, but as I promised you in the area, I regard myself as your own property, I need to know what I'm supposed to do for you in return for sparing my life." Trish opened her eyes and smiled. "You don't have to do anything," she said. "I'm just happy to have you here, dear sister." "But why?" Sarah asked. "Why are you being so generous to me?" "Because Master Sensei sees something special in you," Trish said. "He believes you have the potential to be a great help for him." Sarah was stunned. "I'll do my best," she said. "I know you will," Trish said. "I don't know what master Sensei Takeshi is expecting from you Sarah. All we can do is wait for his instructions, in the meantime we can workout together in the dojo." And so, Sarah began training daily under the experienced Trish guidance. A typical training session with Trish the warrior champion would start in the early morning with a warm-up, followed by a series of exercises designed to improve Sarah's strength, flexibility, and balance. These exercises might include squats, lunges, push-ups, sit-ups, and stretches. After the warm-up, Sarah would learn the basic techniques of the martial art, such as punches, kicks, blocks, and throws. Trish would carefully explain the techniques and then demonstrate them slowly and deliberately. Sarah would then practice the techniques on her own, with Trish providing feedback and corrections. Training sessions would typically end before lunch with a cool-down, followed by some time for reflection and meditation. Trish, the heartless warrior, seems to be a completely different person. She was a demanding instructor, but she was also patient and encouraging. She believes that Sarah could learn to be a great martial artist, as long as she was willing to work hard and never give up. ….. At lunchtime Sarah would take her seat next to Trish at their table in the dining hall. She was usually exhausted from her morning training session, thus she was always also hungry. Mandy, her personal slave, would bring her a plate full of food. The food was simple but delicious: rice, vegetables, and chicken. Sarah takes a bite and sighs in satisfaction. The food is exactly what she needed to refuel her body. …… The afternoon was free from formal duties, however, Sarah noticed that Trish was not one to rest on her laurels. She spent most of her free time helping out any of the villa servants who needed a hand. She would literally do any chores that required physical strength. She knew that many of the servants at the villa were struggling, and she wanted to do her part to make their lives easier. She also enjoyed the feeling of being strong and capable. Clearly those activities were part of her own training. Her personal slave was always at her side, ready to assist her in whatever way she could. Sarah had a hard time reconciling the savage and cruel Trish fighter of the arena with the caring and compassionate woman she saw in everyday life at the villa. In the arena, Trish was a force to be reckoned with. She was ruthless and efficient, and she showed no mercy to her opponents. But at the villa, Trish was a different person. She was kind and gentle, and she always went out of her way to help others. She was especially fond of the other servants. Sarah couldn't understand how the same person could be so different in two different settings. She tried to talk to Trish about it, but Trish just shrugged it off. She said that she was just being herself, no matter where she was. Sarah was determined not to appear selfish, even though she was living in a luxurious villa and receiving special treatment from Master Sensei Takeshi. She knew that the other servants were not so lucky, and she wanted to do something to help them, like Trish was doing. She asked her slave girl, Mandy, what they could do to help the other servants. Mandy was not so keen to get down to do dirty jobs as she was forced to do before Sarah arrived. But she could not refuse Sarah's direct order, so she suggested that they check with the administrators of the villa how they could be of support. Sarah considered this a very cunning way, as the two of them could not be of help in the same way as Trish, who could literally do any task that required physical strength. But Sarah and Mandy had different abilities. Sarah was good at organizing and managing people. Thus, Sarah and her tiny slave began to support the administrative officer of the villa.

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6 get together Once they returned to Sarah's apartment, Mandy was eager to please her mistress. She ran a hot bath with luxurious oils, and then proceeded to massage Sarah's body with fragrant scented oils. After their pampering session, Mandy served dinner to Sarah in her room. Then Mandy escorted her mistress to the meditation hall, where Sarah donned a long tunic with a hood to keep her face hidden. Sarah's meditation practice lasted about an hour, and then afterward, she was ready for bedtime. Mandy was more than happy to oblige, determined to make sure Sarah had a deep, restful sleep. Mandy kneels before Sarah, eyes downcast and trembling with anticipation. Sarah reaches out and traces her fingertips across Mandy's quivering lips, gently parting them before pushing her fingers inside her mouth. Mandy responds eagerly, her tongue exploring Sarah's fingers while her hands wander up Sarah's body, exploring every curve and hollow before slipping down between her legs. Sarah used her wet fingers to open her womanhood. Sarah moans softly, her body arching into Mandy's touch as her fingers explore her most intimate places. Mandy relished the taste of Sarah's intimate place, lapping up her arousal with eagerness. Her tongue and fingers expertly teased and caressed until Sarah was quivering with desire. She moaned and writhed beneath Mandy's touch, her pleasure increasing with every second. Mandy smiled in satisfaction as Sarah's arousal reached its peak, and she felt her own pleasure mounting as she brought her mistress to ecstatic heights. Indeed, Sarah's sleep was long and deeply rejuvenating. As the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, she gracefully awakened, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day. With utmost care, she rose from the bed, making sure not to disturb Mandy, who lay peacefully asleep on the soft rug beside her. As Sarah observed her devoted companion, a profound sense of power enveloped her being. The sight of Mandy, a tiny figure in her servitude, served as a constant reminder of the control and authority Sarah held over her. She decided she didn't care about the girl's sleeping, for after all, Mandy was her slave. So, she settled back on the bed, positioning herself over Mandy, and with her left foot, she began to caress Mandy's body with her foot. Starting from Mandy's ankles, Sarah's toenail glided up to her inner thighs, exploring every inch of her skin. Mandy was covered only by a light blanket, which Sarah quickly removed to get a better look at her naked slave. Although Sarah was unsure of how to proceed, the sense of power and authority within her quickly took over. Mandy remained deeply asleep and unaware of the actions unfolding above her. Sarah's toenail began to softly work its way to Mandy's most intimate parts, caressing her slave's pussy. With each stroke, Sarah reaffirmed her authority over her. Even though Mandy was asleep, her body responded to the stimulation, and Sarah could feel her slave's wetness. Encouraged by the response, Sarah persisted until her toenail was fully engulfed in Mandy. Mandy gasped in delight as she opened her eyes, realizing that she wasn't dreaming- her mistress was really right there with her! Sarah then proceeded to explore Mandy's body, savoring every moment of it. She lifted Mandy up and twirled her around, admiring the way her body moved weightlessly in her hands. Then, she positioned Mandy upside down to get a better view of her. The sight that greeted Sarah was more than she could have hoped for- Mandy was completely exposed and vulnerable to her touch. Sarah licked and tasted her, but the flavor didn't quite meet her expectations. Disappointed, she placed Mandy back on the bedside rug, leaving Mandy sexually aroused yet unsatisfied. Sarah felt a sense of power as she looked down upon the helpless girl, with no limits to what she could do next, she understood that for her power comes on top of sex. …. That morning, both Trish and Sarah opened the letters master Sensei Takeshi trusted in the hands of their respective slave girl. "Dear Trish, my loyal and esteemed servant, I hold you in the highest regard as my most trusted companion. In the upcoming months, my journey will take me to faraway lands, leaving you in charge of our martial arts legacy. You have already absorbed all the knowledge and skills I could possibly impart to you. I implore you to continue your relentless training, and take it upon yourself to elevate Sarah's lacking fighting abilities. Embrace any challenge that comes your way within the arena, for you now you hold the esteemed position of second in the ranking. As long as you triumph over your opponents, there shall be no challenger who can dare to question the superiority of the reigning champion, Sarah. This responsibility now falls upon you, to protect and guide your newfound sister! She shall be your guiding light, a beacon of wisdom and expertise. Follow her instructions with the same unwavering loyalty and dedication you have shown towards me. Carry out your duty with utmost diligence, for in doing so, you shall honor not only me but also our shared legacy. Yours Takeshi" …. "Dear Sarah, it pains me to leave without having the chance to get to know you better. I must embark on a long journey for many months, leaving you with the task of protecting yourself and safeguarding our legacy. I have entrusted Trish with the task of protecting you from any and all arena risks. It will be your duty to advise and guide her to become a better fighter, to conquer the weaknesses of her bloodline and to acquire the superior fighting techniques of our family. Remind her of the importance of restraining herself, for their passion for battle knows no bounds. I have issued precise instructions to all servants and slaves of my household, and I entrust you to lead them in my absence. I have great faith in you and I know you will make me proud. Wishing you the best, Takeshi" …. As the two young fighters, Trish and Sarah, read their individual letters from our revered Sensei Takeshi, they couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions washing over them simultaneously. The weight of their master's absence and the upcoming challenges they faced in the arena left them yearning for solace and understanding. Sarah and Trish meet in empty master Sensei Takeshi's private study room. They did not say a word, nevertheless in that moment, an unspoken bond formed between them, a shared understanding that they must find solace and strength in one another's presence. Together, they resolved to support each other through the trials and tribulations that lay ahead, drawing comfort from the fact that they were not alone in this arduous journey. Sarah and Trish had forged a bond of trust in the sacred space of Master Sensei Takeshi's private study room. Knowing the importance of their mission, they agreed to keep the master's absence a secret from the outside world. Trish took charge of the security of the villa, summoning the villa guard and going on a thorough inspection of the villa and the external fence, as if there was a pending risk. Meanwhile, Sarah decided to meet each head servant in charge of the various areas that kept Master Sensei Takeshi's business running. It was luck or something else, but thanks to Mandy's idea Sarah had already met all the key persons of the villa and had a clear view of their economic situation. By the way, Sarah conducted a due diligence on the villa bank accounts , thus she unveiled they were richer than she imagined as the bookmakers had paid an enormous amount of money for Sensei Takeshi bet on Sarah winning against Trish. The two of them had been entrusted with an important mission, and they would not let Master Sensei Takeshi down. They worked tirelessly, day and night, honing their martial arts skills and learning all that they could from the master's teachings. ….. In the following days Sarah had taken charge of the villa and was determined to meet with each head servant personally. To help her organize her schedule, she had ordered her slave Mandy to arrange her agenda. Mandy was ecstatic to have been given such an important task, as it allowed her to indirectly impose her newly acquired hierarchy on the other servants. For the first time, she was no longer the last of the villa servants, and she relished the newfound power. Sarah was determined to make her presence known among the servants, and Mandy was more than happy to help her in her mission. She had been chosen by Sarah, and she was determined to make her proud. In order to emphasize Sarah's leadership, Mandy designed a complex protocol for the servants to follow during their meeting with her mistress. Each servant had to bow to Sarah upon entering her presence, and it would be Mandy who would grant them permission to speak. Every servant was compelled to introduce themselves and describe their tasks and responsibilities, and Sarah would ask them questions if she so wished. Sarah reassured everyone of them that they would keep their positions as long as they kept the villa running smoothly and maintained the secret of Master Sensei Takeshi's absence. To ensure that the servants understood the importance of the mission, Sarah made sure that any disobedience would be met with severe consequences, as they would be part of Trish training! She made it clear that there would be no exceptions and that any violation of her orders would result in immediate punishment. Mandy took pleasure in the fact that she was the one in charge of enforcing Sarah's orders, and she made sure that they were followed to the letter. Finishing their daily tasks, Trish and Sarah met to share their findings and agreed that their master had already organized things perfectly. Despite their thorough inspection, they could not find any area of concern. It was evident that he wanted them to focus their attention on their personal trainer, as she promised to teach them the skills they needed to succeed. With the assurance that everything was in order, the two of them began to turn their attention back to their training and the upcoming arena fight. …… In the following days, Sarah and Trish spent most of their time together, strengthening their mutual bond and each other's knowledge. As the weeks went by, the two of them grew stronger, both in body and in mind. They had been chosen by the master to fulfill his mission, and together, they were determined to make him proud. ….. In the morning, Trish and Sarah would spend hours in the Training Dojo, engaging in intense martial arts practice and friendly yet competitive sparring matches. In the afternoon, Sarah would take care of the various managerial tasks involved in running the villa, while Trish would retreat to the villa swimming pools. Later the two would meet again for the evening. They would spend hours in the Meditation Room, with Trish taking the lead in the dojo and Sarah leading the discussions in the meditation hall. In those conversations they were free to express their thoughts without fear of judgment or repercussion. Sarah one evening decided to test Trish receptivity: "I have done some horrible things in my life, things that I'm not proud of. I have hurt people, lied, stolen and even tortured without a second thought. I have done things that would shock you and might make you hate me. But I can't help but feel like I had no choice, like I was pushed into this situation by an invisible force. No matter what I do, I can never atone for my sins. " "I would like to tell you about the first time I had the feeling of being different from the others. I don't recall exactly how old I was at the time, but I think I was about twelve years old". "At school there were three little girls who made fun of me every time they could, sometimes they bullied me, they always acted as a group. " " Ah, yes, I remember that moment vividly. It was a defining moment for me, a realization of my strength. Those three girls, they were relentless in their torment. But little did they know, I possessed an inner determination that they could never comprehend. "Once their eyes gleamed with pleasure as they formed a tight ring around me, their malicious grins growing wider. It felt like a twisted game, one where I was the unwilling player trapped in their demented playground." "Feeling the weight of their aggression, they pushed me forcefully from one person to another, their hands shoving me with increasing brutality. The pain radiated through my body with every collision, but instead of breaking me, it only ignited a fierce determination within. The burning ember of defiance grew brighter with each shove, fueling my transformation into an unstoppable force." "In a moment of sheer audacity, I harnessed the momentum of their push, channeling my own rage as I hurled myself into the girl they had forcefully pushed me against. The impact was thunderous, a bone-crushing collision that echoed through the air like a raging storm. The sheer force of my retaliation caught them off guard, they came to fight me." "However, their feeble attempts to hurt me were nothing more than a mere annoyance. Their punches and kicks bounced off me like pebbles against a wall. I stood there, unyielding, while they grew frustrated and bewildered by their futile efforts. It was at that moment I knew I was different, even special. " "The memory of that chaotic throwing game remains hazy, blurred by the adrenaline that flooded my senses. But the aftermath was unforgettable. I later discovered that my relentless barrage had left a trail of destruction in its wake. The three girls, who had instigated this torment, found themselves hospitalized, their bodies bearing the scars of their own malevolence. The tables had turned." " From that day forward, they would think twice before targeting me or anyone else. The power I had unleashed was a reminder to all that actions have consequences and that even the meekest among us can transform into a force to be reckoned with when pushed too far." "It was a moment of poetic justice, where the tables had turned and the bullies had become the victims. The satisfaction I felt was indescribable, as I had proven that I can rise up and defend myself." "No longer would I be a mere pawn in their cruel games. From that day forward, they knew that I was not to be trifled with. And although the memory of that incident may bring a twinge of satisfaction, I have since learned that there are even better ways to demonstrate power, without resorting to violence." "Dear Trish, I am sure you know that I mean, that incident was the pivotal moment of my childhood, when they took away my cherished teddy bear and their malicious laughter filled the air, I found myself stepping into an unfamiliar realm of strength and power. As a very young girl, I defended myself with a ferocity that surprised even me, leaving an indelible mark on my psyche that would never fade." "The taste of that newfound power lingered on my tongue, like the sweetest nectar of victory. It was a revelation, a glimpse into a reservoir of strength that I never knew existed within me. The pleasure of my own might coursed through my veins, igniting a fire that would forever burn within my soul. I am sure you have experienced just the same, in your early days!" Trish did not say a word eager to hear from her sister her story. "From that day forward, the memory of that triumphant defiance never left me. It became the catalyst for my unwavering belief in my own abilities, an unyielding confidence that would shape the woman I would become. The experience taught me that the world could be a cruel and unforgiving place, but it also revealed the resilience and fortitude that resided deep within my being." "As time went on, that taste of power became addictive. I sought out opportunities to test my mettle, to challenge the limits of my physical and mental capabilities. I had become something more—a predator of the weak." .. "There is a second anecdote I would share with you. At that time, I was older, a final year at high school, and I had reached my full physical potential. I was well aware of my superiority, and I loved the feeling it brought me." "Ah, those were the days when I held absolute dominion over my fellow students. The fear that emanated from their trembling bodies when I entered the gymnasium was palpable. They knew it was better for them not to cross my path, for they were well aware of the consequences that awaited them." "In the gymnasium, amidst the watchful eyes of our peers, I used to have a game, I would select a victim amongst my classmates. Of course, they knew refusal was not an option, the chosen victim would lie prone on the floor. The anticipation in the gymnasium was electric as I prepared to unleash my power upon." "The scene was surreal. As I faced off against my victim in the gymnasium, the entire class watched in silent anticipation. The atmosphere was heavy with fear, each of my victims knowing that they would soon be subjected to my cruel whims." "With a calculated precision, I would apply a leg scissor to her abdomen. The pressure would build, her breaths becoming shallow and labored. It was a test of her endurance, an uneven battle between her feeble bodies and my unyielding thighs strength. How long could she withstand the crushing force before her cries for mercy became unavoidable?" "I relished in the sight of my victims' struggle, the desperation etched upon their faces. Some would break within mere seconds, their pleas for release piercing the air. Others, fueled by a futile determination, would endure a bit longer, their bodies trembling with exertion. But in the end, they all succumbed to the overwhelming power that I wielded over them." "As I released my grip, the relief on their faces was unmistakable. The realization that they had escaped my clutches, if only temporarily, washed over them like a wave. And I, the orchestrator of their torment, reveled in the satisfaction of my absolute power." "I reveled in their distress, enjoying the feeling of power it gave me. But then, an unexpected twist appeared. I never choose the smaller and weaker girl of my class as the victim. Probably I had pity on her, she was always bullied by our classmates, I did see the point in adding more suffering on her. Can you believe it? Well the very same girl who I had spared one day asked me if I could crush her like the others! It was a strange request, to say the least, but I obliged." "As I did, I could feel a peculiar sense of submission emanating from her. She was on the ground, waiting for my legs to capture her in the scissor lock. She, the outcast, was at the center of our classmates' attention. The puny girl didn't say a word, but she would endure the same torment as them, she had already won her battle but I didn't not recognise this! I wrapped my thighs around her narrow waist and savored the feeling of her body being crunched between my legs. Contrarily to all the others the puny girl did not tense her abdominal muscles in the vain attempt to resist my power. She actually contracted her abdomen, letting my thighs crush her. She gasped in pain, her face contorted with agony, but she kept her eyes closed, determined not to show any sign of weakness." " I could feel her pulse racing and her chest heaving as she struggled to take shallow breaths. I could tell she was in excruciating pain, but she was not opposed to my strength. I could feel she was not trying to struggle to breathe, she wanted me to crush her! I realized that she was actually using me!" "Now I know that my bloodline guided me in sensing her trap: I did not let her win! I loosened my grip and allowed her to take a breath. At first she was surprised by the act of mercy, but as glared in her eyes she understood I wouldn't allow her to use me. It was an unspoken agreement between us, a silent understanding that I was the one in control. I didn't fall into the trap, the puny little girl was ready to risk her life to use my lust to make me do what she planned!" "But I didn't! From that moment she became my best friend, I would protect her with my strength and in return she offered me her wits and devotion." "It was a strange dynamic, and I found myself questioning my own actions. Was I still a bully, or had I become something else entirely? I was no longer sure, but I knew one thing for certain: I was no longer content with merely tormenting those weaker than me." "As I reflected upon the unusual turn of events, a profound realization dawned upon me. True power, I discovered, was not simply about physical strength or dominance. It was about something far more profound: the ability to make someone willingly submit to my authority." "In that moment, I understood that the ultimate power lay in influencing others to do what I wanted, not out of fear, but because they genuinely desired to do so. It was a revelation!"