Katie's Muscle Journey 009

Chapter 9: The Strip Club Battle

"Katie, get dressed," Ryoko says, carelessly tossing me a bunch of clothes. Puzzled, I pick the bundle up. It's an outfit consisting of a very skimpy tube top, a skirt so short it's practically a frilly cummerbund, and a pair of thongs.

"What the hell is this?" I ask angrily. "And get out of my room!"

This is where I spend my time when I'm at home now, when Ryoko isn't in the mood to bring me out and toy with me. This used to be a spare room in the house. Now it's my personal haven. Usually Ryoko doesn't bother to come in here, unless she has some specific intention of humiliating me. There've been several times when she's come in, sometimes with Jim, and done things to me, but it's not very frequent.

Ryoko meanwhile is stripping down, completely lacking in self-consciousness, and changing into an outfit the duplicate of mine. "That's no way to talk to your mistress," she tosses off almost nonchalantly, as an aside, while she puts on the tube top.

"You're not my mistress," I mutter.

"Changing your tune so soon? Want a repeat of last night?" Ryoko glares at me threateningly, and I look away, remembering how she had managed to wrestle me into submission yet again last night, forcing me to call her my mistress several times before letting me out of a painful double hammerlock.

"I hate you," I murmur.

Ryoko takes a few steps towards me, and I turn to face her, letting my feelings smoulder in my gaze. "But you can't do anything about it, loser," she says softly, watching me for a reaction.

As coolly as I can, I reply, "Not yet. But someday soon, I will. I'll never give up."

"I know. Why else do you think I'm having such fun?" Ryoko purrs, taking my chin in her hand and bringing my face up as if for inspection. I try to slap her hand away. Quick as a flash, Ryoko has grabbed my wrist, and we struggle for a few seconds, before she laughs and releases me.

"Put on your costume. We're going to have some fun tonight, you and I. Oh, and Jim too. We're going to the Pink Pussy Club," she says.

"That place? Why?" I demand.

"We're going to have a special night. You've been getting more and more uppity lately. I thought it would be a good idea to show you your place, in a way that will leave its mark on you. After I show that I'm the superior woman in public, you won't forget it in a hurry," Ryoko laughs.

"In public? You want to wrestle with me in public?" I ask incredulously. Despite my match with Michelle, I have reservations about doing such a thing in a sleazy place like the Pink Pussy Club, which is notorious for being one of the most depraved places around.

"Well, no, not directly. I had something even better in mind. You and I, my dear Katie, are going to have a little strip arm wrestling going tonight. But not with each other. Oh no, that would be too predictable," she laughs again. "We're going to challenge men, we are. And for each match we lose, we will each lose one article of clothing. The one to be stripped naked first, will get a public ass-pounding, right there in front of everyone, from the winner. Oh and, there'd probably be bukkake too, you know the crowd they get there," she tosses off carelessly.

I'm outraged. I don't see why I have to accept. The penalty for losing...

"We'd randomly pick men from the crowd to arm wrestle, you know. So... that makes it more exciting, you know?" she winks. That's true... and no matter how strong she is, I think by now I am not that far behind. Surely she can't beat men any better than I can. If I get lucky... and I won't even have to be all that lucky, surely... tonight might be the night I can humiliate and torture her in public. I lick my lips unconsciously at the thought of this sweet revenge.

"I knew you'd see the potential," Ryoko drawls, sitting down on my bed to put on a pair of high stockings. "Come on, slave girl, put on your costume. We'll be sisters tonight, with our matching outfits," she giggles.

I make a face but say nothing, as I strip down and change in front of her. The overall effect as I check myself out in the mirror is to make me look like a slut. Ryoko has already put on a very heavy coat of makeup, and now she motions me towards the cosmetics table. Clearly she wants me to complete the slut effect. I shake my head. She stares at me, then slowly raises her right arm – is it my imagination, or is it even bigger than I remember? – and gives a slow, hard flex.

"You either go there looking as made-up as I do, or you go there with bruises on your face," she threatens. Faced with this sort of choice, I have little alternative but to comply. I feel as if I am putting on my war paint, while I am doing it.

"Do I put on my collar?" I ask.

"Why, that's a good question, Katie. Hmm..." Ryoko ponders for a while before nodding and saying, "Yes, you should. They should know that currently you are my slave. And you know it'd be all the sweeter for you if you win... yes?"

"When I win," I say levelly.

"That's the spirit," she grins.

The wild lewd cheering when Ryoko and I, with Jim hanging around in tow, enter the club, is deafening. We're ushered to a table set up on an otherwise bare stage. Apparently they've been preparing for this "special" event, which Ryoko must have persuaded them to host.

Ryoko and I each go up on stage, in our stockings and high heels, and our 3 articles of clothing, and stand at the table, while the host for the night – a rough-looking biker lady with tattoos – gets the crowd really revved up. She tells them that I am currently Ryoko's sex slave, after losing to her in a battle for my boyfriend Jim. There is some lascivious whooping at this notion, and I get a round of boos and contemptuous comments thrown my way. I swallow hard, and look down, trying not to let my confidence get shaken.

Then the hostess goes to Ryoko to present her, and Ryoko raises her arms high up in the air as the hostess, Big Sal, talks about how strong and dominant Ryoko is. Ryoko gets some enthusiastic cheering, but there're some in the crowd who boo her for being a "man-stealing cunt". These are my supporters, presumably, the kind who like to cheer for the underdog.

Then I take a closer look, and my eyes widen. It's Penny and Jessie! I had told them about this before I left the house, but had discouraged them from coming, since the Pink Pussy Club is really not the sort of place they should come to. But here they are, and they're cheering for me. I try to put aside my anxiety for their safety, hoping that they won't get molested while they are here, and give them a small wave of acknowledgement.

Big Sal then takes out the penalty weapon and puts it on display – a huge, 8-inch strapon, thick and long and black. The crowd seems impressed, even more so when Big Sal tells them that the loser of this contest will be fucked from behind by the winner. They seem to love the idea. I suppose, anyone would. They also love it that the winners of each match will get a special something from the loser at the end as well. Big Sal leaves that "special something" unspecified, and I wonder if there is going to be more to it than bukkake.

"Ok, so we're gonna ask some big strong MEN to come up here and take on these muscle ladies now!" Big Sal crows. "They're gonna wrestle you one at a time, ok? Who's first?"

"I'll do it," Ryoko says confidently, stepping up to the table, posing over it provocatively with her butt jutting out, and props up her arm with a slow and seductive movement.

"Ok, who's gonna take her on? Who's gonna show Ryoko the power of your man muscles??"

The bouncers are kept busy for the next few minutes trying to just keep the crowd in check. They're going crazy, just wanting to get up on the stage and arm wrestle Ryoko. Finally, Big Sal picks out a lean-looking guy, with long unkempt hair, who looks like a rocker or a stoner, wearing torn jeans. He jumps up and milks the crowd a bit, and strips off his t-shirt. He's scrawny, with a lean rocker physique, but certainly doesn't look all that strong. I curse silently. Ryoko is going to get an easy one. Even I could beat him, I think, at my current level.

This rocker guy, whose name is Kevin, takes up position across from Ryoko and clasps hands with her, acting very belligerent and aggressive. Ryoko just smiles back in a sultry and unruffled way. Big Sal starts them off. Kevin tries to pull with all his strength but, as I expected, he barely manages to budge Ryoko's arm, which is now bulging hard with muscle. She must've been working out extra hard lately, she's made a lot of improvement to her already-impressive physique. Ryoko toys with him for a while, then puts him down with almost negligent ease, much to the delight of the crowd. Kevin pounds the table in frustration and jumps off the stage, clearly embarrassed and humiliated, while Ryoko poses and flexes for the crowd in her skimpy tube top.

It's my turn now, and the booing drowns out the cheering as I take up position and raise my arm, waiting. Again, the men in the crowd rush to take me on. Big Sal picks out this big hairy guy, who looks like a trucker and is a head taller than I am. This is a fucking setup – she must have had an agreement with Ryoko to pick out easy-looking opponents for her, and hard ones for me. I've fallen into the trap, fallen for her trick hook, line and sinker.

This guy is wearing only a vest, which he doesn't bother to take off as he bends over the table. He has a cigarette sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and his small piggy eyes stare at me with undisguised lust as he hooks thumbs with me.

"Boy, does that collar look hot on ya," he says huskily. "What won't I give ta pound ya good and hard, ya loser slut."

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking bastard," I snarl, gripping and clenching his hand as hard as I can, feeling the fury rise in me.

"A spirited one huh? Let's see how ya like ta have your spirit broken by ol' Bruiser Mac!" he grins, and grips back with just as much force, if not greater. I grit my teeth, refusing to let him see that he is hurting my hand.

Big Sal starts us off and straightaway his size and body weight start to tell against me. I'm straining and straining, but my arm goes down fast. Within 30 seconds, I am on the verge of losing. I give a desperate cry and jerk my whole body. I'm hopelessly outmatched. His big, pudgy arm has solid muscle underneath all that fat. My arm is flexed to the maximum, all my muscles standing out, which must make it look all the more impressive for him – that he's overpowered my strong-looking arm without much difficulty.

"Damn but ya look fucking sexy when ya lose," he grunts, and decides to toy with me, not grabbing the victory as quickly as he could, but letting me struggle uselessly, my hand trapped a few inches above the table. I can't just give up, even though this is tiring my arm out to my disadvantage. My foolish, stubborn pride won't let me go down to this pig of a man, just like that. He holds me like this, for about a minute more, until my bicep finally gives under the strain and my hand collapses onto the table.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" the crowd begins to chant. As Bruiser Mac pumps his fists and celebrates his victory, Big Sal comes over and demands that I take off the tube top as agreed. Bitterly, I rip it off me with an angry movement, letting everyone see my breasts and nipples. I can see some of the patrons already starting to unzip their flies and work themselves. Penny and Jessie are holding hands, watching me with supportive gazes. I can feel them trying to strengthen my resolve with emotional support, and I smile bravely at them. They smile back, warming my heart and giving me a bit more courage.

I stand with folded arms and watch sullenly as Ryoko takes her position. Big Sal picks out an average looking guy to be Ryoko's second opponent, and I watch sullenly as she puts him away in under twenty seconds, not exerting herself much. The crowd moans a bit in disappointment, but cheers wildly when Ryoko decides to pull down her tube to give them a sneak peek at her nipples in their full glory, for a few moments. She is still fully clothed.

My next opponent is a tough-looking black guy with dreadlocks, dressed like a typical gangster with bling all over. He's taken off his shirt, and he's very built, like most of them are. He has his girlfriend with him, dressed like a streetwalker and wearing bad makeup, smoking a cigarette. She accompanies him to the table sourly, glaring at me jealously.

"You better not lose, Jay," she snarls vituperatively, "or I ain't ever gonna walk round with your loser face beside me!"

"Shut yo face bitch, I can take her easy!" Jay shoots back. "Ain't no weak-ass Asian gonna beat these babies!" he says while pumping his arms in a flex. The girlfriend slaps his big solid bicep roughly, and I gulp – the flesh is rock-hard and didn't quiver.

I rub my arm a bit more, feeling the fatigue from the previous match with that bastard Mac. Ryoko's quick victory didn't leave me much time to rest and recover. Jay, sensing my concern, quickly adopts his position and thumps his arm down on the table solidly, challenging me. "C'mon bitch! Imma beat you so fast the table'll break. C'mon! Ya think your guns are big, yo? Come try them 'gainst big poppa Jay here!"

I reach out and clasp hands with him, my breasts propped up on the table on full display. Jay's eyes flicker down hungrily, taking in the full sight of my topless muscled body. His girlfriend narrows her eyes and starts whispering all manner of vile insults against me, even as Big Sal begins the match. His arm is very strong, and immediately he's got me at a disadvantage. I grip the table with my left hand until my knuckles turn white, straining with all my might to keep him at bay.

My bicep is bulging like a tennis ball, and a vein has started to pop out on it, testament to the sheer amount of effort I am putting through it. Jay's teeth are clenched tightly as he struggles to pull me down. He is very strong, but clearly he has not much arm wrestling experience, because he is still trying to use his bicep strength even when he has such a big advantage. He doesn't quite know how to use his shoulders and chest. I feel a flicker of hope, as the seconds tick past and I manage to hold him. If I can just roll his wrist, I can start pulling him up to neutral with my pectorals helping, and take the strain off my bicep. Then my own strong shoulder will come into play, and let me beat his lack of technique.

But then his slutty girlfriend sees him starting to sweat against me, and scoffs at him. Then she steps closer to me, takes a deep puff on her cigarette, and blows it all into my face! I cough and choke, gasping for breath, but can only helplessly inhale the polluted air. Big Sal does nothing to stop this interference! My muscles are weakening, as my lungs protest at the lack of oxygen, and Jay edges me further down, until once more I am struggling just below the halfway mark, straining my bicep as I did with Bruiser Mac.

Damn her... she keeps blowing her smoke into my face, while calling me ugly names as only a black woman can, and egging her man on. The smoke wafts over to him a bit but doesn't seem to affect him much. She goes away for a bit but returns soon with a glass of some drink, and while the crowd laughs callously, she begins to pour it over my head. My humiliation is total as, with all this distracting and weakening me, Jay puts my arm down firmly onto the tabletop, winning the match.

While he and his girlfriend make out crazily in full view of the appreciative crowd, Big Sal motions for me to strip off my skirt. Unwillingly, but with no real choice, since she looks as if she will help Ryoko enforce this forfeit if I refuse, I strip my skirt off, feeling the hot gazes on my legs and butt cheeks as I do so. Now I am wearing only my barely-there thongs, my stockings, and the hateful slave collar. I see Penny and Jessie nearer to the stage now, their facial expressions furious. I didn't notice them during the match, but it seems they tried to get nearer to the stage to stop the black bitch's unfair interference, but couldn't get past the crowd.

I'm also sweating all over, and my makeup has run all over my face, I'm sure. Ryoko is sweating too, from the heat and the strain, and her makeup actually looks quite runny right now, but somehow she doesn't seem self-conscious about it. Probably she feels there's something sexy about this condition we're in.

Now Ryoko steps forward, posing and preening a bit while waiting for Sal to pick her last man of the night. Sal casts her gaze over the forest of raised hands, stroking her chin. Then she picks out another skinny looking skinhead, whose buddies – all of whom are bigger and tougher looking than him – slap him on the back, pushing him towards the stage. "You look like a wiry guy, come on up and give it a shot," she laughs.

This is too much. Sal and Ryoko are so obviously in cahoots, but obviously the patrons don't care. She is getting all the relatively easy guys, while I am made to look bad because I lose to bigger stronger men. I clench my fists helplessly.

Then my sister Jessie does something amazing. She elbows her way to the front, shoving aside the people in her way, and scream at Sal, "Stop making it so damn unfair, you bitch! Pick someone stronger!"

Big Sal shouts back, "Oh yeah? And why I gotta do that, huh? Big Sal picks whoever she wants, and right now, Ryoko's last guy of the night is this young 'un right here!" The skinhead grins, and strips off his shirt, showing off his skinny physique to the jeering crowd.

Jessie jumps up on the stage before anyone can stop her, and as the skinhead turns around she sends an uppercut straight into his belly! My jaw drops. I'd never seen her do that before, though I suppose with her kickboxing lessons she can pack a punch. But to punch someone like that, for real...! While the guy crumples to the ground in pain, as the crowd temporarily falls silent, Jessie strips off the shirt she's wearing, to stand in bra and jeans. She looks ripped and menacing as she walks forward to where Ryoko is standing, their eyes locked in a mutual glare.

Silently she stands opposite Ryoko at the table and puts her arm up. The crowd is quiet for a second, then whoops and cheers anew at this twist. Instead of a man, my own sister will try her strength once again, and try to beat Ryoko at least once! I feel so touched at my sister's gesture that I almost tear up.

"Come on Jessie, you can do it!" Penny cries out from below the stage. Ryoko and Jessie have eyes only for each other as each tries to secure a better grip, with Big Sal trying to make sure Ryoko has an advantage. Then, she starts them off. Jessie's lean, tan muscles flex impressively, and I watch with baited breath, hoping somehow, she has become strong enough to beat Ryoko...!

But no. I'm stronger than both Jessie and Penny combined now, and I'd still have doubts about beating Ryoko. Jessie is stronger than any man Big Sal was likely to pick to be Ryoko's opponent, but she is still not Ryoko's match. She is trying her hardest, though, and enduring the pain for me. Ryoko has a sadistic smirk on her face as she slowly pulls Jessie's arm down, exerting quite a bit of effort but ultimately still the stronger woman. When Big Sal stops the match declaring Ryoko the winner, Ryoko releases Jessie's hand and gives her a small slap across the face, saying, "Loser."

Big Sal restrains Jessie from flying at Ryoko. I step forward to drag Big Sal off my sister, but Ryoko intercepts me. Bouncers come to assist Big Sal with Jessie, and my livid sister is dragged off the stage, struggling against the burly bouncers, while Penny comes to her assistance and tries to remonstrate with them. Ryoko and I are tearing at each other's hair, and Big Sal separates the two of us, being rougher with me than with Ryoko, unsurprisingly.