Katie's Muscle Journey 004
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Chapter 4: Katie, Penny and Jessie
"Okay," Penny tells me, "Nicely done... great set Katie!"
She is helping to spot me in the gym. I've just finished a superset for my shoulders, and it hurts so good. Seated dumbbell presses, followed by standing lateral flies, and finishing off with upright rows... I can feel the burn and see the cut in my delts.
It's been about a month or so since Ryoko and Jessie had their fight. Since then, Jessie has recovered completely from her ordeal, and is now on "Team Katie" as she and Penny call it. Jessie has always been very resilient like that, she always bounces back from anything that happens. After my gym sessions, I go for cardio training in the evening with her. Sometimes it's jogging, other times it's swimming laps. Without the both of them pushing me like this, I don't think I'll make progress as quickly.
I'm on my old split-body routine. Mondays I do chest and biceps; Tuesdays my legs; Wednesdays I do shoulders and triceps; Thursdays are rest days; Fridays I concentrate on back work and biceps again; Saturdays are special wrestling practice days with Penny and Jessie; Sundays are rest days, and then the cycle will start again. I finish each gym session off with some ab work, including leg raises, crunches, and planks. They've bought me a big supply of protein supplements, to make sure I get the nutrition I need even if Ryoko tries to cut off my food intake.
She has certainly become even more domineering at home. Last evening, she came home and called me over. As Jim watched, she took out a black leather collar, with studs. A long steel chain was attached to it, serving as the leash. I backed away, shaking my head, as she approached me while holding it.
"You must accept your new place as our house pet and my personal slave!" she declared.
"Never! I may have lost to you in a fight, but I am not your slave!" I asserted strongly.
"You have no choice, Katie. You cannot resist me if I want to make you do it," she said, flexing her right bicep and kissing it.
"That wasn't in our original agreement. Don't push your luck!" I warned.
"Luck? Luck had nothing to do with it! And if you don't like it, let's make a new agreement!" She strode forward. "Let's have another contest. Let's see who the better fucker is. We'll take turns to fuck Jim using only our pussies, a minute at a time. Whoever makes him cum first is the winner. Whoever cums is by default the loser. If you win, I'll actually consider that you won the rematch, and give Jim back to you! That's how much I think of you," she laughed.
"Fine! And if I lose, then I wear that collar," I conceded. What a chance this would be!
"Good, we're agreed. Once you wear the collar, you must kneel before me whenever I'm around in the house. You'll eat from the floor, and you'll come every time I call you, like a good little pet," she said, licking her lips.
Giving a toss of my head, I agreed, a shiver of excitement running down my spine. If I won... which I really felt I could... I could remove her from my life, just like that! But if I lost... the penalty would be so degrading...
We got Jim to strip naked and lie down on the floor. His penis stood up, leaning slightly to the side since he was not fully stimulated yet. Again, as the self-styled superior woman, Ryoko chose to go first. She squatted over Jim's hips, and as he watched, she flexed and posed sensually, kissing her biceps. There was a little space she left between the tip of Jim's penis and her vaginal lips, and while she put on the muscle show Jim got harder without any contact, and his erection grew by itself until it touched her pussy opening! I felt so upset, her hold over Jim grows day by day, while mine is so weak by now I am not sure it even still exists.
She lowered herself down slowly, letting him slide into her slickly. The squelching sound was audible in the silent living room as she began to bob up and down. She put on several poses during her minute, including a Wonder Woman arms on hips pose with elbows flared slightly forward, a double bicep pump, and grabbing her own breasts while fondling her own nipples, heedless of stimulating herself to an automatic defeat. Apparently she was utterly confident of controlling her cumming.
When her minute was up, Jim's cock was engorged and pulsing slightly, while he moaned and breathed shallowly. I felt my own breath quicken as I stepped up. It had been such a long time since I'd felt his cock inside me, and I just wanted to savour the moment.
His eyes widened as he took in my improved physique, as I squatted over him. I smiled at him and said softly, "Yes, Jim. Your Katie has been training hard for you. She's been working out so hard... getting back her muscles... look," I said, and flexed my biceps as hard as I could, as I lowered myself onto him. Oh... the feeling of his cock entering me, so familiar... I make sure to give it a good hard squeeze with my kegel muscles, as if giving him a reunion hug. He shuddered all over, and I knew I still had it in me.
"Aren't you turned on, darling, at the thought of me struggling so hard to win you back?" I asked, and was rewarded by a swift nod. Ryoko scowled but stayed silent, watching me tigerishly. I began to verbally describe how I would defeat Ryoko with my rebuilt muscular body, and while I fucked him I made various bodybuilding poses – double biceps, side chest, abdominal flex, tricep flex. I could feel it, he was about to cum, and I smiled joyfully, feeling certain that my nightmare would soon be over. But just as I hunched over into the crab pose, the timer sounded and I was forced to release him, with him gasping and moaning, on the verge of a huge orgasm. I was so close, yet so far...
Ryoko settled down for her turn, and my heart fell, I knew then that she had this contest in the bag. The odds were stacked against me from the beginning, as it always had been with Ryoko. Jim was unlikely to cum within two minutes, both Ryoko and I knew that, so she chose to go first to warm Jim up, then let me work him through the plateau of sexual excitement, so she'd get to receive the climax.
And what a climax it was... she did this alternating flex action with her arms, with one arm held straight out to the side while the other flexed, and then switching. I don't know if it was this sexy muscle dance that did it, or my working on him with my profession of how my love for him was motivating me to get stronger, but the end result was still the same: Ryoko stood up triumphantly as the cum jetted upwards below her, and dripped down from her vagina. She'd won, and won the right to enslave me.
So I had the collar put around my neck and locked. She led me around the living room on my hands and knees a few times, to reinforce her domination, then it was dinner time and she made me crouch beside her at the table, with my dinner plate on the floor. While they watched, I had to bend down and lap up my food like an animal. Still, I made sure to eat every bit – I could not afford to disdain any food I got. She then made me do the washing up, and other chores, while she fucked Jim again in the living room right where I could see.
It's Saturday now, and we meet up at Penny's place for the rematch, the three of us. My biceps are still sore from an especially gruelling session yesterday afternoon, when I did 21s and drop sets, after lat pulldowns and bent-over rows. As we left the gym together I half-seriously asked Penny if she had made me blast my biceps on purpose so I would lose tomorrow's arm wrestling. She just giggled and flounced away, which was no answer at all.
Well, in any case I'm definitely not at peak strength right now. But my powers of recovery have always been above average. I suppose I have good genetics from my mother. Now that I think about her, I find that I miss her very much. My mother, Joan Tay, is a former national bodybuilder, who left the competitive scene because it was getting too expensive to keep up. She now lives alone after my father passed away a few years ago, and lives quite comfortably off the inheritance and insurance. Still, the last time I saw her, she was still keeping up a healthy training regimen.
I wonder what she would think right now, if she knew that her elder daughter had lost her boyfriend to a stronger woman, and was now living as that stronger woman's virtual slave, constantly reminded of her defeat. She would be ashamed of me, I'm sure. I've asked Jessie not to tell her, despite Jessie insisting that Mum would solve my problem in a jiffy. Yes, I'm sure she would, she's got the strength, but it won't solve the real problem. I need to do this under my own muscle power, or it's meaningless.
Right now my muscles are still sore from yesterday's workout, and I stretch them as well as I can while we limber up for the match. Jessie will act as the referee, and Penny and I are already in the nude in preparation. Penny sees me wincing as I stretch my bicep, and gives me a naughty wink, making me stare at her in outrage.
"You did do it on purpose then!" I accuse as we kneel down at the table.
"I'm not admitting anything!" she retorts, a mischievous smile on her face, which fades as we put our arms on the table and move our hands closer together. We both now look as serious as we feel. This will be a test of how much I've actually improved, how much stronger I've become since January, within a space of two months.
Jessie holds our hands and makes sure we're even, and then starts us off. She watches our trembling clasped hands avidly. So far we're locked dead even, but neither of us is putting forth our full strength. This is just probing and getting a feel for each other.
I look down for a moment to observe my arm, and I'm pleased to see that my bicep looks harder and rounder than before, and my arm looks bigger in general. The hard gymming has paid off, I'm beginning to look and feel stronger. Penny looks as fit as she did when we first had our match, and this time I remind myself not to underestimate her.
She grunts and gives a sudden wrench on my arm as I'm distracted, and I feel a stabbing pain shoot through my whole bicep area as the sore muscle gets stretched. Damn it... she's taking full advantage of my muscle fatigue... she's now got me at a disadvantage and I involuntarily show some distress on my face. I can see Jessie trying to look impartial but her posture is tight with concern. I bite my lip, and then grit my teeth, trying to block out the pain. I must do my best... Penny and Jessie have worked hard on me, I mustn't let them down now.
The pain becomes a dull fact in the background, and I find I am able to channel more and more strength through my arm. Penny's eyes widen and she starts to look more strained as I pull her up to centre. Her left hand, placed on her upraised left knee, tightens such that I can see her knuckles turn white, as she attempts to use her whole body for leverage as best as she can. Her pecs are also now visibly flexing, making the curve under her armpit a hard ridge of tendon and muscle.
I can feel it now – I am definitely stronger than her! I just have to keep repressing my pain. Slowly, steadily, I pull Penny's hand down closer and closer to the table. To her credit she's not giving up in the slightest, even though it's quickly becoming hopeless for her to turn the tide. Towards the end I slow down slightly, as the ache in my arm and shoulder starts to catch up with me, but she cannot fight back, and I gently press her hand down as we stare deeply into each other's eyes.
Penny seems to have mixed feelings, as Jessie raises my arm in victory. At last, I've made some progress. I'm no longer weaker than Penny in arm strength. Penny congratulates me warmly, but I can sense that she had hoped she could pull off another déjà vu victory.
Now, we move to the centre of the room where Jessie prepares to referee the match. We shake hands firmly before we begin in a reaffirmation of sportswomanship and friendship. Penny reaches out, wanting a test of strength. She clearly will not hesitate to press any advantage she feels she has – which is only good training for me, because I know Ryoko will not shy away from doing that either. I give a single nod in response to her inviting look, and step forward accepting the contest.
Silently we begin to push. Will it be like the last time, I cannot help wondering. Jessie hovers at the sidelines, looking at our straining bodies. As long as I keep my arms straight, the strain on my biceps is not that great. After a few minutes of struggle, I can sense that Penny does not have the power to force me to bend my arms, or my wrists. My forearms are aching with the effort of stopping her from bending my wrists, and also from the exercises yesterday, but my willpower blocks out the pain and I manage to hold out.
Penny's strength begins to give way, and I step in closer to bring my weight advantage to bear. Now I force Penny's arms out, and down to her sides, standing chest to chest with her, our breath hot on each other's lips. When I start to bend Penny's wrists back, she gives a small cry of agony. I feel a little wrench on my heart when I hear it and I see her face, but I harden my heart and mercilessly flex as hard as I can. She sinks down to her knees from the pressure, allowing me to raise our hands above her head again, and this time apply crushing force straight downwards. My traps and delts tense and flex rigidly and powerfully. Penny's arms tremble like leaves in the wind. Then I hear her small voice say, "I submit."
I can hardly believe it... what a difference a few weeks makes! When we first wrestled back then I was completely dominated by her wrestling moves and her muscular strength. Now, even despite muscle soreness, I've just defeated her in a single test of strength!
I release her quickly and step back. Penny gets to her feet, rubbing her aching wrists and arms, looking very rueful. Jessie is beaming widely as she steps between us, and as if there is an audience watching, takes hold of our wrists in either hand. Ceremoniously she raises my arm in victory, while Penny plays along and hangs her head in mock shame, pretending to weep. They're so cute, I can't help laughing as I play along and throw up some muscle victory poses. We end up giggling and hugging each other.
"There's still the sexfight," Penny says mischievously.
"Come on, I've beaten you completely, that's just going to be a formality," I say.
Her eyes flash. "Oh yeah? Well if I can make you cum, Miss Muscles, I still have sexual dominance over you!" She's using my old nickname again, which she hasn't used since the time she defeated me. I feel oddly touched by this gesture... I know that without her help and Jessie's I won't have improved so much.
"Alright Penny, you've earned it," I reply softly and move closer to her. Still standing, we start to rub and fondle each other's nipples, slipping in our right thighs into each other's groin, rubbing the soft inner thigh flesh silkily together. Soon it's lubricated with heavier perspiration, and our breaths are coming in quick gasps. My nipples feel like they're on fire in a good way. Penny really has a very good touch. I seem to be having the same effect on her as well.
The long minutes pass, and sweat has broken out all over our bodies. Her eyes are half-closed and she's starting to jerk... yes, I can feel her juices starting to flow out on my thigh now... we move closer and closer, until our lips clamp together in a hot kiss...
I cum several seconds after Penny starts to make the spasming motions and throaty whimpers signalling her orgasm. Jessie confirms that Penny came first, and Penny manages to nod to admit her defeat. We stay locked in embrace after that first orgasm, catching our breath.
"Thank you, Penny," I tell her warmly.
"What're friends for," she whispers, giving my ear a little nibble before we break apart.
As we're recovering and sipping water laced with Creatine, Penny leans over and slaps Jessie's thigh. "Hey, who's the stronger sister, you or her?"
"She's got bigger muscles but I'm much more fit," she laughs. "She never wants to do her cardio properly. That's why she's got a tummy, you see."
What nonsense! I do not have a tummy! You can see my abs clearly... well alright, during these past few years my ab definition has really faded until it's just some faint lines. I remember how Jim used to insist that my abs were still sexy even after they weren't so chiselled anymore, and he'd even squeeze my abdominal fat fondly, saying he liked the "natural" look. Remembering this makes me feel a pang, and I look down at my abdomen. While there're still the visible lines, one down the middle and the rest for my six-pack, it's definitely covered by some fat.
"Well this is natural," I say defensively. "Having ripped abs doesn't mean you're stronger or tougher, it just means you have low body fat..."
"Yeah, but... look at Ryoko," Jessie says, hesitating slightly before mentioning the woman who had humiliated not just me, but her as well. "She's definitely got the strength... also the fleshy voluptuous look... but also very well-defined muscles all over. She's got some tummy fat but you can't actually tell because her trunk looks quite ripped. I'm just being realistic," she adds, as Penny nods and agrees gravely with this assessment.
I sigh and say, "Alright, fair enough. I'll work on my cardio, and my abs."
"But which of you two would win in a fight?" Penny presses. Jessie and I pause to consider each other carefully. As sisters growing up, with a muscular national bodybuilder for a mother, both of us have naturally modelled ourselves after her, in both conscious and unconscious ways. We've had some playful tussles, but nothing ever serious in the way of competition. Now that I think back, we've never had any serious strength contest that either of us could point to and say: I've won that, I'm the stronger one.
Jessie clearly knows it as well. She puts down her glass and says, "I think you and I should have a match, Katie. You're going to need all the training you can get, and as your sister I need to do everything I can for you. So we must practice now."
"Okay..." I say slowly, still trying to accept the idea. I guess it'll be ok... we have always been close as sisters, and we're in Penny's company... and she's right, I do need the practice.
My sister Jessie has the fit, toned body of a regular outdoors girl. She has the round shoulders and firm forearms of a volleyball player, and a very trim midsection rippling with lean muscle. Her thighs are toned and strong, and her calves are almost diamond-shaped.
After I've stretched my muscles, and assured them I can have a second match now, Jessie and I settle down to arm wrestle. We agree to use our left arms, since Jessie is quite ambidextrous and I need to train up both my arms anyway. We adopt the same position as Penny and I just did a while ago, and Penny starts us off.
As we slowly ramp up the force we're pulling with, I match her gaze and discover a surprising intensity in it. She's really taking this seriously. I'm starting to lose, and I compress my lips as I strain to hold her off, but she leans forward and pours amazing force into her hand! My arm is bending more now, she's winning...
"Katie! Take me seriously! Use your full power!" she cries out, almost in my face.
"I'm trying!" I grunt through clenched teeth.
"No, you're not!" she growls, surprisingly. As she holds me there at a distinct disadvantage, she grates out, "You've never felt what I've felt. You've always been my stronger and bigger older sister. I've always tried to match up to you, but I couldn't, until lately. You've been lazy with your body, Katie. And now I really, really want to beat you. I want to be the stronger and better sister. Remember what Ryoko said, huh? Remember?"
"Of course!" I snap back, starting to feel angry at the reminder.
"She said, I was the real muscle in the family," Jessie continues relentlessly. "Because that's how it looks right now – and is that how it is, huh? Is it?"
"No!" I give an angry jerk on her arm and try to sustain it. She grimaces with effort, then grins.
"Yes – it – is!"
"AARGH!" I scream, and pour all the strength I can into my trembling left arm. She screams back, we're almost touching foreheads, glaring at each other from under our eyelids. The seconds are ticking by so slowly... my arm suddenly stops hurting, it's throbbing not with pain but with new energy, I've pulled her back to neutral. We're grunting and snarling at each other, as I try to sustain the adrenalin surge. Suddenly I've pulled her over the top, down she goes... down she goes!
After I beat her, we glare at each other while breathing hard, still filled with the intensity of our combative emotions. I feel a thrill rush through me as Penny lifts up my arm in victory.
We move to the centre of the room, and quickly lock up in the collar-and-elbow to start off our match, and quickly clash in a mutual bearhug. While we stagger around, she manages to catch me off balance, and we tumble onto the mats with her rolling quickly on top of me, our chests pressed together. She attempts to put me in a headlock, but having experienced many headlocks by now in our practice sessions, I know several ways to counter it.
Placing a hand underneath her chin, I push her head backwards away from me, and flex my abs bringing my legs up, hooking them around her neck. I pull her down to the mat with my leg strength, and I've locked in a head-scissors now. Using my hands, I keep her thighs under control so she cannot lock in one of her own, and I ride her thrashing body, squeezing as hard as I can.
She manages to slip an arm through my legs, between my calves. Grabbing her other arm for leverage, she uses her muscle power to try and lever my legs apart to release her neck, turning her body as she does so. As she turns around and gets her knees beneath her I make a grab for her wrists, but she evades my grasp. We break apart and roll away, breathing hard as we regroup.
She speaks as we circle each other. "You're getting quite good Katie, but you're still not good enough to beat me!" She suddenly dives in low, wrapping herself around my legs. With my centre of gravity upset, I lose my footing and topple over. Jessie quickly lifts my legs up as I thrash helplessly, and steps over with one leg, trying to turn me over into a Boston Crab. I grit my teeth and try to twist with my trunk against her, and succeed in stopping her halfway, but cunningly she reverses her footing and makes use of my own momentum against me, twisting me to the other side instead! She's got me caught in the crab!
Oh the pain in my lower back... she's pouring it on, leaning back really far. I try to push up with my trembling arms to lessen the pain but it doesn't work. Penny is in front of me, asking me if I want to submit. I shake my head firmly, feeling tears of pain being squeezed out of the corners of my eyes. I have to try and grab her foot – damn it, she is wise to this and she's keeping her feet out of reach. I really don't want to give in to her... will I have to?
Groaning, I summon my strength again and push upwards. My shaking arms are really sore now as I push up not only my weight, but also part of Jessie's. I grimly shut out the pain and concentrate on pushing. With excruciating slowness, I gradually create enough space off the mat, and manage to get my shoulders underneath me as I do a forward roll. Jessie stumbles backwards, caught off-balance, and her torso is still between my legs. I quickly twist her on her side and clamp my legs together. My leg muscles are still strong, if I use them I can win this!
But Jessie is faster than I gave her credit for, she's slipped her legs free from my grasp, and now she's wrapped them around my body too, under my arms! We're now in a rare double body scissors situation.
It's now a matter of who can squeeze harder and also endure the pain at the same time. Her thighs have caught me around the sternum, right at the bottom of my rib cage. I'm not sure where I've caught her, but I know she's hurting me very badly with her squeezing. She begins to pulsate her leg muscles. The resistance I'm creating with my torso muscles is beginning to crumble further with each pulse. Worse, she reaches back and hooks one of my legs with an arm, and manages to force my ankles apart, reducing the leverage I can use. I try the same, but it's my right arm she's forced me to use, and it's too tired to overcome her leg strength.
I just close my eyes and squeeze as hard as I can, fighting against the pain and fatigue. I can feel my body start to shake, and second by second it's getting more violent. I'm very close to giving up... if Penny asks me one more time I think I'll give...
"Ok... I submit..." Those words are not coming from my lips... they're croaked out by my sister... I've won!
We fall apart and lay there, gasping and wheezing for air, only able to sit up after a minute or so. Penny bends down and raises my arm in victory, and Jessie manages a smile and a thumbs-up sign. I smile back at them gratefully.
"That was intense..." I gasp.
Jessie and I discuss the match as we recover from our exertion. She thinks I've improved a lot, and did well on the Boston Crab reversal. Also, we both know that her endurance is really good, yet even with the odds stacked against me, I still managed to outlast her in the mutual body scissors. I'm starting to feel really hopeful about my improvement.
"Okay," Penny tells me, "Nicely done... great set Katie!"
She is helping to spot me in the gym. I've just finished a superset for my shoulders, and it hurts so good. Seated dumbbell presses, followed by standing lateral flies, and finishing off with upright rows... I can feel the burn and see the cut in my delts.
It's been about a month or so since Ryoko and Jessie had their fight. Since then, Jessie has recovered completely from her ordeal, and is now on "Team Katie" as she and Penny call it. Jessie has always been very resilient like that, she always bounces back from anything that happens. After my gym sessions, I go for cardio training in the evening with her. Sometimes it's jogging, other times it's swimming laps. Without the both of them pushing me like this, I don't think I'll make progress as quickly.
I'm on my old split-body routine. Mondays I do chest and biceps; Tuesdays my legs; Wednesdays I do shoulders and triceps; Thursdays are rest days; Fridays I concentrate on back work and biceps again; Saturdays are special wrestling practice days with Penny and Jessie; Sundays are rest days, and then the cycle will start again. I finish each gym session off with some ab work, including leg raises, crunches, and planks. They've bought me a big supply of protein supplements, to make sure I get the nutrition I need even if Ryoko tries to cut off my food intake.
She has certainly become even more domineering at home. Last evening, she came home and called me over. As Jim watched, she took out a black leather collar, with studs. A long steel chain was attached to it, serving as the leash. I backed away, shaking my head, as she approached me while holding it.
"You must accept your new place as our house pet and my personal slave!" she declared.
"Never! I may have lost to you in a fight, but I am not your slave!" I asserted strongly.
"You have no choice, Katie. You cannot resist me if I want to make you do it," she said, flexing her right bicep and kissing it.
"That wasn't in our original agreement. Don't push your luck!" I warned.
"Luck? Luck had nothing to do with it! And if you don't like it, let's make a new agreement!" She strode forward. "Let's have another contest. Let's see who the better fucker is. We'll take turns to fuck Jim using only our pussies, a minute at a time. Whoever makes him cum first is the winner. Whoever cums is by default the loser. If you win, I'll actually consider that you won the rematch, and give Jim back to you! That's how much I think of you," she laughed.
"Fine! And if I lose, then I wear that collar," I conceded. What a chance this would be!
"Good, we're agreed. Once you wear the collar, you must kneel before me whenever I'm around in the house. You'll eat from the floor, and you'll come every time I call you, like a good little pet," she said, licking her lips.
Giving a toss of my head, I agreed, a shiver of excitement running down my spine. If I won... which I really felt I could... I could remove her from my life, just like that! But if I lost... the penalty would be so degrading...
We got Jim to strip naked and lie down on the floor. His penis stood up, leaning slightly to the side since he was not fully stimulated yet. Again, as the self-styled superior woman, Ryoko chose to go first. She squatted over Jim's hips, and as he watched, she flexed and posed sensually, kissing her biceps. There was a little space she left between the tip of Jim's penis and her vaginal lips, and while she put on the muscle show Jim got harder without any contact, and his erection grew by itself until it touched her pussy opening! I felt so upset, her hold over Jim grows day by day, while mine is so weak by now I am not sure it even still exists.
She lowered herself down slowly, letting him slide into her slickly. The squelching sound was audible in the silent living room as she began to bob up and down. She put on several poses during her minute, including a Wonder Woman arms on hips pose with elbows flared slightly forward, a double bicep pump, and grabbing her own breasts while fondling her own nipples, heedless of stimulating herself to an automatic defeat. Apparently she was utterly confident of controlling her cumming.
When her minute was up, Jim's cock was engorged and pulsing slightly, while he moaned and breathed shallowly. I felt my own breath quicken as I stepped up. It had been such a long time since I'd felt his cock inside me, and I just wanted to savour the moment.
His eyes widened as he took in my improved physique, as I squatted over him. I smiled at him and said softly, "Yes, Jim. Your Katie has been training hard for you. She's been working out so hard... getting back her muscles... look," I said, and flexed my biceps as hard as I could, as I lowered myself onto him. Oh... the feeling of his cock entering me, so familiar... I make sure to give it a good hard squeeze with my kegel muscles, as if giving him a reunion hug. He shuddered all over, and I knew I still had it in me.
"Aren't you turned on, darling, at the thought of me struggling so hard to win you back?" I asked, and was rewarded by a swift nod. Ryoko scowled but stayed silent, watching me tigerishly. I began to verbally describe how I would defeat Ryoko with my rebuilt muscular body, and while I fucked him I made various bodybuilding poses – double biceps, side chest, abdominal flex, tricep flex. I could feel it, he was about to cum, and I smiled joyfully, feeling certain that my nightmare would soon be over. But just as I hunched over into the crab pose, the timer sounded and I was forced to release him, with him gasping and moaning, on the verge of a huge orgasm. I was so close, yet so far...
Ryoko settled down for her turn, and my heart fell, I knew then that she had this contest in the bag. The odds were stacked against me from the beginning, as it always had been with Ryoko. Jim was unlikely to cum within two minutes, both Ryoko and I knew that, so she chose to go first to warm Jim up, then let me work him through the plateau of sexual excitement, so she'd get to receive the climax.
And what a climax it was... she did this alternating flex action with her arms, with one arm held straight out to the side while the other flexed, and then switching. I don't know if it was this sexy muscle dance that did it, or my working on him with my profession of how my love for him was motivating me to get stronger, but the end result was still the same: Ryoko stood up triumphantly as the cum jetted upwards below her, and dripped down from her vagina. She'd won, and won the right to enslave me.
So I had the collar put around my neck and locked. She led me around the living room on my hands and knees a few times, to reinforce her domination, then it was dinner time and she made me crouch beside her at the table, with my dinner plate on the floor. While they watched, I had to bend down and lap up my food like an animal. Still, I made sure to eat every bit – I could not afford to disdain any food I got. She then made me do the washing up, and other chores, while she fucked Jim again in the living room right where I could see.
It's Saturday now, and we meet up at Penny's place for the rematch, the three of us. My biceps are still sore from an especially gruelling session yesterday afternoon, when I did 21s and drop sets, after lat pulldowns and bent-over rows. As we left the gym together I half-seriously asked Penny if she had made me blast my biceps on purpose so I would lose tomorrow's arm wrestling. She just giggled and flounced away, which was no answer at all.
Well, in any case I'm definitely not at peak strength right now. But my powers of recovery have always been above average. I suppose I have good genetics from my mother. Now that I think about her, I find that I miss her very much. My mother, Joan Tay, is a former national bodybuilder, who left the competitive scene because it was getting too expensive to keep up. She now lives alone after my father passed away a few years ago, and lives quite comfortably off the inheritance and insurance. Still, the last time I saw her, she was still keeping up a healthy training regimen.
I wonder what she would think right now, if she knew that her elder daughter had lost her boyfriend to a stronger woman, and was now living as that stronger woman's virtual slave, constantly reminded of her defeat. She would be ashamed of me, I'm sure. I've asked Jessie not to tell her, despite Jessie insisting that Mum would solve my problem in a jiffy. Yes, I'm sure she would, she's got the strength, but it won't solve the real problem. I need to do this under my own muscle power, or it's meaningless.
Right now my muscles are still sore from yesterday's workout, and I stretch them as well as I can while we limber up for the match. Jessie will act as the referee, and Penny and I are already in the nude in preparation. Penny sees me wincing as I stretch my bicep, and gives me a naughty wink, making me stare at her in outrage.
"You did do it on purpose then!" I accuse as we kneel down at the table.
"I'm not admitting anything!" she retorts, a mischievous smile on her face, which fades as we put our arms on the table and move our hands closer together. We both now look as serious as we feel. This will be a test of how much I've actually improved, how much stronger I've become since January, within a space of two months.
Jessie holds our hands and makes sure we're even, and then starts us off. She watches our trembling clasped hands avidly. So far we're locked dead even, but neither of us is putting forth our full strength. This is just probing and getting a feel for each other.
I look down for a moment to observe my arm, and I'm pleased to see that my bicep looks harder and rounder than before, and my arm looks bigger in general. The hard gymming has paid off, I'm beginning to look and feel stronger. Penny looks as fit as she did when we first had our match, and this time I remind myself not to underestimate her.
She grunts and gives a sudden wrench on my arm as I'm distracted, and I feel a stabbing pain shoot through my whole bicep area as the sore muscle gets stretched. Damn it... she's taking full advantage of my muscle fatigue... she's now got me at a disadvantage and I involuntarily show some distress on my face. I can see Jessie trying to look impartial but her posture is tight with concern. I bite my lip, and then grit my teeth, trying to block out the pain. I must do my best... Penny and Jessie have worked hard on me, I mustn't let them down now.
The pain becomes a dull fact in the background, and I find I am able to channel more and more strength through my arm. Penny's eyes widen and she starts to look more strained as I pull her up to centre. Her left hand, placed on her upraised left knee, tightens such that I can see her knuckles turn white, as she attempts to use her whole body for leverage as best as she can. Her pecs are also now visibly flexing, making the curve under her armpit a hard ridge of tendon and muscle.
I can feel it now – I am definitely stronger than her! I just have to keep repressing my pain. Slowly, steadily, I pull Penny's hand down closer and closer to the table. To her credit she's not giving up in the slightest, even though it's quickly becoming hopeless for her to turn the tide. Towards the end I slow down slightly, as the ache in my arm and shoulder starts to catch up with me, but she cannot fight back, and I gently press her hand down as we stare deeply into each other's eyes.
Penny seems to have mixed feelings, as Jessie raises my arm in victory. At last, I've made some progress. I'm no longer weaker than Penny in arm strength. Penny congratulates me warmly, but I can sense that she had hoped she could pull off another déjà vu victory.
Now, we move to the centre of the room where Jessie prepares to referee the match. We shake hands firmly before we begin in a reaffirmation of sportswomanship and friendship. Penny reaches out, wanting a test of strength. She clearly will not hesitate to press any advantage she feels she has – which is only good training for me, because I know Ryoko will not shy away from doing that either. I give a single nod in response to her inviting look, and step forward accepting the contest.
Silently we begin to push. Will it be like the last time, I cannot help wondering. Jessie hovers at the sidelines, looking at our straining bodies. As long as I keep my arms straight, the strain on my biceps is not that great. After a few minutes of struggle, I can sense that Penny does not have the power to force me to bend my arms, or my wrists. My forearms are aching with the effort of stopping her from bending my wrists, and also from the exercises yesterday, but my willpower blocks out the pain and I manage to hold out.
Penny's strength begins to give way, and I step in closer to bring my weight advantage to bear. Now I force Penny's arms out, and down to her sides, standing chest to chest with her, our breath hot on each other's lips. When I start to bend Penny's wrists back, she gives a small cry of agony. I feel a little wrench on my heart when I hear it and I see her face, but I harden my heart and mercilessly flex as hard as I can. She sinks down to her knees from the pressure, allowing me to raise our hands above her head again, and this time apply crushing force straight downwards. My traps and delts tense and flex rigidly and powerfully. Penny's arms tremble like leaves in the wind. Then I hear her small voice say, "I submit."
I can hardly believe it... what a difference a few weeks makes! When we first wrestled back then I was completely dominated by her wrestling moves and her muscular strength. Now, even despite muscle soreness, I've just defeated her in a single test of strength!
I release her quickly and step back. Penny gets to her feet, rubbing her aching wrists and arms, looking very rueful. Jessie is beaming widely as she steps between us, and as if there is an audience watching, takes hold of our wrists in either hand. Ceremoniously she raises my arm in victory, while Penny plays along and hangs her head in mock shame, pretending to weep. They're so cute, I can't help laughing as I play along and throw up some muscle victory poses. We end up giggling and hugging each other.
"There's still the sexfight," Penny says mischievously.
"Come on, I've beaten you completely, that's just going to be a formality," I say.
Her eyes flash. "Oh yeah? Well if I can make you cum, Miss Muscles, I still have sexual dominance over you!" She's using my old nickname again, which she hasn't used since the time she defeated me. I feel oddly touched by this gesture... I know that without her help and Jessie's I won't have improved so much.
"Alright Penny, you've earned it," I reply softly and move closer to her. Still standing, we start to rub and fondle each other's nipples, slipping in our right thighs into each other's groin, rubbing the soft inner thigh flesh silkily together. Soon it's lubricated with heavier perspiration, and our breaths are coming in quick gasps. My nipples feel like they're on fire in a good way. Penny really has a very good touch. I seem to be having the same effect on her as well.
The long minutes pass, and sweat has broken out all over our bodies. Her eyes are half-closed and she's starting to jerk... yes, I can feel her juices starting to flow out on my thigh now... we move closer and closer, until our lips clamp together in a hot kiss...
I cum several seconds after Penny starts to make the spasming motions and throaty whimpers signalling her orgasm. Jessie confirms that Penny came first, and Penny manages to nod to admit her defeat. We stay locked in embrace after that first orgasm, catching our breath.
"Thank you, Penny," I tell her warmly.
"What're friends for," she whispers, giving my ear a little nibble before we break apart.
As we're recovering and sipping water laced with Creatine, Penny leans over and slaps Jessie's thigh. "Hey, who's the stronger sister, you or her?"
"She's got bigger muscles but I'm much more fit," she laughs. "She never wants to do her cardio properly. That's why she's got a tummy, you see."
What nonsense! I do not have a tummy! You can see my abs clearly... well alright, during these past few years my ab definition has really faded until it's just some faint lines. I remember how Jim used to insist that my abs were still sexy even after they weren't so chiselled anymore, and he'd even squeeze my abdominal fat fondly, saying he liked the "natural" look. Remembering this makes me feel a pang, and I look down at my abdomen. While there're still the visible lines, one down the middle and the rest for my six-pack, it's definitely covered by some fat.
"Well this is natural," I say defensively. "Having ripped abs doesn't mean you're stronger or tougher, it just means you have low body fat..."
"Yeah, but... look at Ryoko," Jessie says, hesitating slightly before mentioning the woman who had humiliated not just me, but her as well. "She's definitely got the strength... also the fleshy voluptuous look... but also very well-defined muscles all over. She's got some tummy fat but you can't actually tell because her trunk looks quite ripped. I'm just being realistic," she adds, as Penny nods and agrees gravely with this assessment.
I sigh and say, "Alright, fair enough. I'll work on my cardio, and my abs."
"But which of you two would win in a fight?" Penny presses. Jessie and I pause to consider each other carefully. As sisters growing up, with a muscular national bodybuilder for a mother, both of us have naturally modelled ourselves after her, in both conscious and unconscious ways. We've had some playful tussles, but nothing ever serious in the way of competition. Now that I think back, we've never had any serious strength contest that either of us could point to and say: I've won that, I'm the stronger one.
Jessie clearly knows it as well. She puts down her glass and says, "I think you and I should have a match, Katie. You're going to need all the training you can get, and as your sister I need to do everything I can for you. So we must practice now."
"Okay..." I say slowly, still trying to accept the idea. I guess it'll be ok... we have always been close as sisters, and we're in Penny's company... and she's right, I do need the practice.
My sister Jessie has the fit, toned body of a regular outdoors girl. She has the round shoulders and firm forearms of a volleyball player, and a very trim midsection rippling with lean muscle. Her thighs are toned and strong, and her calves are almost diamond-shaped.
After I've stretched my muscles, and assured them I can have a second match now, Jessie and I settle down to arm wrestle. We agree to use our left arms, since Jessie is quite ambidextrous and I need to train up both my arms anyway. We adopt the same position as Penny and I just did a while ago, and Penny starts us off.
As we slowly ramp up the force we're pulling with, I match her gaze and discover a surprising intensity in it. She's really taking this seriously. I'm starting to lose, and I compress my lips as I strain to hold her off, but she leans forward and pours amazing force into her hand! My arm is bending more now, she's winning...
"Katie! Take me seriously! Use your full power!" she cries out, almost in my face.
"I'm trying!" I grunt through clenched teeth.
"No, you're not!" she growls, surprisingly. As she holds me there at a distinct disadvantage, she grates out, "You've never felt what I've felt. You've always been my stronger and bigger older sister. I've always tried to match up to you, but I couldn't, until lately. You've been lazy with your body, Katie. And now I really, really want to beat you. I want to be the stronger and better sister. Remember what Ryoko said, huh? Remember?"
"Of course!" I snap back, starting to feel angry at the reminder.
"She said, I was the real muscle in the family," Jessie continues relentlessly. "Because that's how it looks right now – and is that how it is, huh? Is it?"
"No!" I give an angry jerk on her arm and try to sustain it. She grimaces with effort, then grins.
"Yes – it – is!"
"AARGH!" I scream, and pour all the strength I can into my trembling left arm. She screams back, we're almost touching foreheads, glaring at each other from under our eyelids. The seconds are ticking by so slowly... my arm suddenly stops hurting, it's throbbing not with pain but with new energy, I've pulled her back to neutral. We're grunting and snarling at each other, as I try to sustain the adrenalin surge. Suddenly I've pulled her over the top, down she goes... down she goes!
After I beat her, we glare at each other while breathing hard, still filled with the intensity of our combative emotions. I feel a thrill rush through me as Penny lifts up my arm in victory.
We move to the centre of the room, and quickly lock up in the collar-and-elbow to start off our match, and quickly clash in a mutual bearhug. While we stagger around, she manages to catch me off balance, and we tumble onto the mats with her rolling quickly on top of me, our chests pressed together. She attempts to put me in a headlock, but having experienced many headlocks by now in our practice sessions, I know several ways to counter it.
Placing a hand underneath her chin, I push her head backwards away from me, and flex my abs bringing my legs up, hooking them around her neck. I pull her down to the mat with my leg strength, and I've locked in a head-scissors now. Using my hands, I keep her thighs under control so she cannot lock in one of her own, and I ride her thrashing body, squeezing as hard as I can.
She manages to slip an arm through my legs, between my calves. Grabbing her other arm for leverage, she uses her muscle power to try and lever my legs apart to release her neck, turning her body as she does so. As she turns around and gets her knees beneath her I make a grab for her wrists, but she evades my grasp. We break apart and roll away, breathing hard as we regroup.
She speaks as we circle each other. "You're getting quite good Katie, but you're still not good enough to beat me!" She suddenly dives in low, wrapping herself around my legs. With my centre of gravity upset, I lose my footing and topple over. Jessie quickly lifts my legs up as I thrash helplessly, and steps over with one leg, trying to turn me over into a Boston Crab. I grit my teeth and try to twist with my trunk against her, and succeed in stopping her halfway, but cunningly she reverses her footing and makes use of my own momentum against me, twisting me to the other side instead! She's got me caught in the crab!
Oh the pain in my lower back... she's pouring it on, leaning back really far. I try to push up with my trembling arms to lessen the pain but it doesn't work. Penny is in front of me, asking me if I want to submit. I shake my head firmly, feeling tears of pain being squeezed out of the corners of my eyes. I have to try and grab her foot – damn it, she is wise to this and she's keeping her feet out of reach. I really don't want to give in to her... will I have to?
Groaning, I summon my strength again and push upwards. My shaking arms are really sore now as I push up not only my weight, but also part of Jessie's. I grimly shut out the pain and concentrate on pushing. With excruciating slowness, I gradually create enough space off the mat, and manage to get my shoulders underneath me as I do a forward roll. Jessie stumbles backwards, caught off-balance, and her torso is still between my legs. I quickly twist her on her side and clamp my legs together. My leg muscles are still strong, if I use them I can win this!
But Jessie is faster than I gave her credit for, she's slipped her legs free from my grasp, and now she's wrapped them around my body too, under my arms! We're now in a rare double body scissors situation.
It's now a matter of who can squeeze harder and also endure the pain at the same time. Her thighs have caught me around the sternum, right at the bottom of my rib cage. I'm not sure where I've caught her, but I know she's hurting me very badly with her squeezing. She begins to pulsate her leg muscles. The resistance I'm creating with my torso muscles is beginning to crumble further with each pulse. Worse, she reaches back and hooks one of my legs with an arm, and manages to force my ankles apart, reducing the leverage I can use. I try the same, but it's my right arm she's forced me to use, and it's too tired to overcome her leg strength.
I just close my eyes and squeeze as hard as I can, fighting against the pain and fatigue. I can feel my body start to shake, and second by second it's getting more violent. I'm very close to giving up... if Penny asks me one more time I think I'll give...
"Ok... I submit..." Those words are not coming from my lips... they're croaked out by my sister... I've won!
We fall apart and lay there, gasping and wheezing for air, only able to sit up after a minute or so. Penny bends down and raises my arm in victory, and Jessie manages a smile and a thumbs-up sign. I smile back at them gratefully.
"That was intense..." I gasp.
Jessie and I discuss the match as we recover from our exertion. She thinks I've improved a lot, and did well on the Boston Crab reversal. Also, we both know that her endurance is really good, yet even with the odds stacked against me, I still managed to outlast her in the mutual body scissors. I'm starting to feel really hopeful about my improvement.