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Katie's Muscle Journey 012

byKatieTay©

Chapter 12: The Final Contest (Part 2)

I place my hands on Jessie's and Penny's shoulders and give them one final reassuring squeeze, before I get up. They sit slumped with fatigue, their hair matted with sweat, their bodies dripping sweat from their exertions.

Ryoko stands in the middle of the ring, with arms folded across her chest. I swallow hard as I brace myself mentally, and step forward to stand in front of her.

Jim is beside the timer, which shows 3:00. He will start the timer when my torture begins and it will sound out when time is up, at which point he will make sure Ryoko releases whatever hold she has put me in. Or, I hope he does.

"Lie facedown," Ryoko instructs, gesturing. "Facing... your team." Slowly, I lower myself onto the mat, and lie with my left cheek on the mat. "Arms straight beside you." I comply.

I notice Michelle and Edna moving to the side for a better look. They want to catch the sight of my face as I go through the torture. Ryoko, of course, wants me to show my suffering on my face in full view of Jessie and Penny. I have to try and conceal it as best as I can.

She sits herself none too gently on my lower back, and grabs my wrists. I feel her legs snake around my arms, and I feel a chill -- it's not just any simply hammerlock or even an armbar she'll put me through, it's a lotus lock! Very relaxing for her -- but near maximum agony for me! She couldn't have made a better choice -- this is the kind of move she'd never be able to put on me properly as long as I still had fight left in my body. But right now, I have to passively receive it.

The timer starts. Immediately I feel the searing pain in my shoulder joints as Ryoko crosses her legs and crunches my arms close together behind my back, pulling on my wrists to help extend my arms and overcome my resistance. Involuntarily my mouth opens wide in a silent scream. Then I catch sight of the horror on Jessie and Penny's faces, and with an effort of will I force my countenance into as mild an expression I can manage. I try a smile. From the looks on their faces, they're not fooled.

Ryoko's shins pin my neck down, while to the side she stretches my arms. She must be exerting next to no effort. I can only grit my teeth. Wait... now she's grabbed my captive right arm, and she's drawing it up towards her. She laces her fingers with mine. The witch... she's bending my fingers, my wrist. The pain shoots down my arm and joins with the pain in my shoulder. I flex my forearm to resist, but she has all the leverage and is using both her hands.

"Come on Katie, scream!" That was Edna. I've shut my eyes with the pain. I let out a soft groan. This just makes Ryoko wrench harder on my right hand. I mustn't cry out... won't give them that satisfaction. How long has it been? Surely more than half the time is up. I turn my face awkwardly towards Jim and the timer. Oh... just entering the second minute...

Ryoko keeps her fingers laced with my right, and reaches for my left, which I am too late to prevent since I only feel her fingers just as they lace with mine. Now she cruelly bends both my wrists. My body begins to shake a bit, as the pain courses through my arms. Have to resist... just have to endure...

Finally! It's over. Ryoko doesn't let go immediately, and Jim comes to urge her to let go. Jessie and Penny half-rise menacingly, and Ryoko quickly releases me. I look up and see their concerned gazes and their tear-filled eyes. I am breathing hard, and all my arm joints twinge, but otherwise I feel ok... I think. I'm glad I didn't scream out.

"Turn around, Katie," Ryoko instructs, the delight evident in how her voice purrs. Slowly, reluctantly, I brace myself, my arms still trembling slightly, and turn over to see her standing at my feet, her eyes ogling my muscled legs with a hard glint in her gaze. She reaches down, and inwardly I sigh. Of course -- what else? The figure four leglock.

The move that only exists in TV professional wrestling. It does hurt like hell if applied to an unwilling victim, but it is in no way a realistic combat move. However, I am not only an unwilling victim here, but a helpless one. I cannot help swallowing hard -- my mouth has gone dry -- and my legs tremble a bit with anticipated pain, as Ryoko maneuvers my legs into the figure four position. Already I can feel the strain in my knee -- my left knee is the one being bent.

"Oh no," I hear Penny sob. My body tenses as Ryoko seats herself, her own strong legs tangling with mine, my right foot extended and resting on her chest snugly between her breasts. The pain begins, even before Jim starts the timer. I prop myself up on my elbows, not wanting to appear totally helpless, my lips pressed hard together as I struggle not to show the pain.

Ryoko is lying all the way back, with just her head tilted up. She has her hands on my right ankle. As I meet her eyes she grins at me, then applies an ankle twist to me. This is too perfect a figure four leglock -- she is twisting my left knee, overextending my right knee, and twisting my right ankle, all in one move. I give up -- I cannot take this. I slump onto my back, feeling the pain shoot through my legs. Oh damn, she's moved her left leg so that it presses down harder on my left ankle too. She's so damn expert at this, torturing all my joints.

The pain is making it hard to think, I'm dimly aware that I'm hyperventilating, and flailing about, slapping the mat hard with my arms, jerking my torso around. Hurts so much... every second an eternity... can't scream, mustn't scream... my gasping sounds so loud to myself though... am I screaming already? No... not yet... but it's being dragged out of me... I can't... she gives a big jerk, her whole body gives a flex... the pain... too much... I can't... must... not...

The timer sounds... I open my eyes, and grit my teeth as Ryoko takes her sweet time disentangling her legs from mine. My body is bathed with sweat already. I stretch out, heaving as I gulp in air. Jessie and Penny have come to hover over me, propping me up, giving me some water.

"Katie... are you ok?" Jessie asks. I take several deep shuddering breaths, letting the pain slowly wash out of my legs, before I reply.

"Yes... I am... don't worry. I'm fine. It'll take a lot more than this for her to beat me."

"You didn't scream, Katie," Penny says softly, her eyes brimming with tears but also with pride. Jessie looks at me the same way. I smile at them, feeling a glow. At least there I haven't let them down!

I look back up at Ryoko. She's grabbed the coffee table from the side of the room, and has deposited it in the middle of the mat. So she wants to arm wrestle me? Yes... she's knelt down in position, facing me, and she beckons Jim over with a smirk. Uncertainly, Jim goes closer and leans in.

I see... that coffee table... so we've finally come full circle. Wordlessly I get up, my legs trembling slightly but still well able to support my weight. They feel a bit sore as I stride forward, but I can still fight. I get down on one knee, copying her pose. Staring into her eyes, I raise my arm and lock hands with her.

"We've come full circle, haven't we, Katie," Ryoko says softly, speaking my thoughts aloud. "Do you remember? How I first shamed you, took your pride away from you, and took your man as a bonus prize?"

I remember all too well. How she first outflexed me, then outmuscled me. How she completely humiliated and dominated my arm with hers. What she did with Jim's penis, using it as a potent goad, underscoring how I couldn't satisfy him as well as she could.

"And now... one year on... I will do exactly the same to you again," she whispers, her grip tightening on my hand. "Déjà vu, Katie... this time, in front of their eyes, the ones you care about the most... they'll see for themselves how I'm stronger than you, always stronger than you."

"I'm stronger now, Ryoko," I whisper back, my soft voice belying the fury I feel rising up in my chest. "Things are different this time. Today I take back what's mine."

"Jim's cock is mine," she hisses, and I feel her strength beginning to make itself felt. Quickly, I flex in response -- and we've already begun, off to a slow start.

"Who's talking about his cock?" I grunt, trying to ignore the twinges in my protesting joints and arm muscles. "You know what you took from me. Today... I beat you."

"Tough words... coming from a weak woman like you..." Damn it... my arm... it's starting to shake already. We both have our left hands behind our backs. It'll be a matter of pride for us to keep it there, to settle this with the strength of our right arms alone. I can't keep the strain from showing on my face. She's pulled my arm down by a little bit, but noticeably. The strain is starting to tell on my biceps.

"See? You're losing... just like you did... loser... you'll always lose..." Ryoko begins cooing, her voice sounding steady and low, taunting me as we struggle. No... it can't be like this. I've worked so hard... endured so much... to be shamed again like this... come on, arm... come on, Katie. Come on. The pain is not real. I can do this. My arm is as big as hers, it's just as strong. No, it's stronger. Come on.

"What's the matter, Katie? Hmm? Arm feeling weak? Is the pain getting to you?" Ryoko keeps up the litany of taunts, trying to sap my strength and will. Michelle and Edna sitting at the sidelines and enjoying the sight of my discomfiture begin to chime in as well, with similar comments of their own. Their voices... my arm, it does hurt... it does... she did such a good job with that hold... she's got me halfway down.

"You can do it, Katie!" That's my team, calling out to me. "Your arm is strong! You can do it! Don't give up!"

I can't let them down... don't want to let them down... but it's so painful. Tears spring to my eyes, and not just at the pain. This is unfair. If my arm were at full strength I could win, I actually came in having a chance, I'm sure I did. All they can see now is her arm overpowering mine, yet again. Here's Jim, watching once again his girlfriend losing to this man-stealing bitch in a test of strength and will. I have something to prove to him -- he's watched me lose time and time again in everything. I have to win. I have to win.

An expression of slight surprise comes over Ryoko's face. I realize that I've clenched so hard my knuckles have gone white. Our hands are shaking and trembling like a vibrator set on full speed. She hasn't pulled me down past the halfway mark. A more serious look comes over her face. Still not taking her eyes off me except to flick glances at our arms, she frowns slightly and seems to concentrate. I feel her pour out her strength onto my arm, like concrete dripping onto my hand, weighing it down.

Meanwhile the psychological warfare continues, with Team Ryoko trying to psyche me out with comments about the pain my arm must be in, and my dear Jessie and Penny encouraging and cheering me. I arch my back slightly, ignoring the pulses of pain in my shoulder, and give a big pull, recruiting my shoulders and chest muscles into the effort.

I'm... doing it...! Inch by inch... she's fighting me down every inch of the way... but I can see the anger in her eyes, and it's a fuel I'm feeding on, as I pull her up slowly... so slowly... the pain building up in my arm and shoulder is excruciating... but her arm is giving way! To mine! My strong arm -- my stronger arm!

Her eyes are widened with furious shock, as I jerk our arms back to even. My arm is hurting like hell, but I realize something: I'm used to pain by now. Unwittingly, Ryoko has been building up my resistance to it, ever since she came in and started tormenting me. We look at each other over our clasped trembling hands, and bare our teeth at each other. It's crunch time.

It's her muscle against mine now... our two perfectly formed arms... forged in training... now straining for supremacy across the table. With a surge of strength she gains a slight advantage -- I rock slightly and jerk back, reversing the advantage, but not for long as she quickly compensates. Our shaking arms waver back and forth like the pointer on a dial.

I've put all thoughts of losing out of my head. I refuse to lose. My arm is a throbbing mass of pain now -- so what? It's still stronger. I'm still stronger. You steroid-pumped overdeveloped slut, you lousy man-stealing bitch, you come into my life, think you can keep me crushed, think you can bully me, stack things your way, guess what, I'm gonna beat you like the bitch you are, they'll all see you're just a wimp underneath your fake boobs, fake tan, fake useless muscles, you tried to hurt my arm but it's still stronger than yours...

Only just noticed, our foreheads have come close together and I just said all that aloud to her through gritted teeth. An unfamiliar expression is on her face. In a Zen moment, I realize I've never seen this expression on her face before. The closest parallel would be when she wrestled those men in that strip club, but even then she didn't strain so much. So this is Ryoko when she's losing, when she actually has to struggle.

I've got her down about halfway. I'm winning. I'm actually winning. For the first time, I am winning against Ryoko, one to one, woman against woman.

"Fuck you, Ryoko... you're going down..." I gasp. I'm drinking in the sight... her arm stretched and bent, losing to mine.

She sucks in and expels breath through her teeth, her spittle flying out onto my lips. "Fuck... YOU!"

Suddenly the whole situation has changed. Ryoko has thrown her left arm over my right neck. We're both standing -- she's jerked us both away from the table and I stood up by reflex. I'm dimly aware of Jim dragging the coffee table away quickly -- then I feel her left arm spasm against the back of my neck and I stagger, doubled over. She has me in a side headlock. Her right arm is still locked with mine in a death grip, neither of us relinquishing it.

The fucking bitch... I was winning... I was WINNING...

"C'mon, let her up! You should be starting this properly!" Jim is protesting, sounding actually angry at Ryoko for once. I can see his feet as he tries to get in between Ryoko and me. Then in an instant, I am free, and Ryoko is stepping back, her face red, her ample chest heaving, backing away with her fists clenched at her sides.

The room is silent, apart from her breathing and mine, and Jim saying "come on" once more, then falling into silence, as Ryoko and I stare each other down. I can see the surprise in her wide glaring eyes, and some emotions I've not seen before. Anxiety? Fear?

I step closer to her. Then I raise my right arm and flex it, pointing to my biceps meaningfully. She follows my gaze. Her face hardens. Then she looks back at me... and looks away.

Jessie and Penny suddenly break out in screams and cheers. Michelle and Edna are sullenly silent on their side of the room. They cast doubt-filled gazes at their champion. Ryoko is now striding around, affecting nonchalance, trying to ignore the fact that she just lost a staredown with me, after as good as losing our arm wrestle. I glance towards Jessie's and Penny's fiercely happy faces, and allow myself a smile. Now I know for sure: I can win this.

Even with the six minutes of limb torturing, I still beat her! I still outmuscled her! The thought is sending exultant chills up my spine. Jim now makes hand motions, indicating that we should come together in the middle of the room and begin wrestling proper. He is really trying to be fair today, it seems. I suppose he loses nothing from being impartial, and from the look he just threw me I think he is hoping that I'd win. No, more than that -- I think he thinks for the first time that I actually stand a chance of victory. Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, Sunny Jim. Could really have done with a dose of that, oh I don't know, one year ago.

"Bit late in the day, isn't it," I mutter out of the corner of my mouth, to his mild and momentary bewilderment.

Ryoko and I both drop into a crouch as we square off. She curls her lips in a snarl, and as if unwilling to believe I'm now the stronger woman, she holds a hand out, inviting me to a test of strength. Very well, I'll show her again. It would be so, so satisfying, to triumph against her definitively in a muscle against muscle contest in front of our friends and enemies.

Right away I know I've made a mistake. I locked my right hand with her left, and immediately she wrenched hard on it. Her left arm is still fresh, and my right is still fatigued and hurting -- the adrenalin rush I experienced is wearing off a little bit, and now the reality comes back in waves of pain washing over my right arm. I groan as her arm forces mine back, but I manage to steady myself, with her having a slight advantage. We're standing chest to chest now, and she raises her other arm, the confidence coming back into her eyes. Well, her right arm must be tired too. I accept her unspoken challenge, raising my left hand and lacing fingers with her.

This, too, is déjà vu -- I remember this is the next contest we did after she first beat me at arm wrestling. I remember, too, how badly I lost, and what happened after. It must not happen again. I won't lose...

Now we are pressed together, chest to chest, our arms straining as we raise them high above our heads. So far I'm holding her even, but it's hard. We've braced one foot in front of the other, and we're leaning in, our faces a little bit apart. My legs can't quite support me fully -- I can't thrust. In fact they're aching a bit now, especially my joints, it's as if I can't push forward with the full force of my thigh muscles. My shoulders too -- I can't afford to think like this! My mind is going to all the places where I'm hurting, where she's hurt me.

Then I hear a soft chant starting. Jessie and Penny are chanting my name softly and rhythmically, and getting louder.

"Kay-tie, Kay-tie..." I am drawing strength from them. Let me put aside this pain -- with them in my corner I can do this, I can overpower her. I surge forward, shrugging off the pain in my arms and shoulders, and I see the flicker of surprise in Ryoko's eyes as she gives up the advantage. She bares her teeth, and I feel her increase the force she's channeling through her arms.

Now Michelle and Edna start a rival chant for Ryoko. The combined sounds of our names ring in my ears as Ryoko and I push against each other. Damn but she's strong... really strong... she really is as strong as she looks.

"Aargh!" She gave a big push! My fingers were suddenly wrenched back painfully, making my arms bend. Oh god the pain... I have to bend back, try and straighten out my arms again, have to push her wrists back... oh it's no use she's too strong, she's pushed my right hand down to shoulder level, I'm going down. My knee's buckling -- I can't take the strain.

Down on my right knee... my body bent to the right. The strain must be showing on my face. My arms are shaking, hell, my whole body is shaking. I'm losing... she's looking down on me, a gleeful look on her face. At least I'm making her sweat and strain too, but she doesn't look as much in pain as I am. The chanting is very loud on both sides now, filling the room. I have to fight back... push up harder, get back up, get off my knee... can't let them down...

"What's wrong, huh?" Ryoko pants, leering down at my upturned face. "Arms hurt? Legs hurt? Muscles not feeling so strong, huh? Feeling tired? That's because..." And suddenly she twists her torso sharply, whipping her breast into my face. I'm reeling, my head lolling back. It is a firm, hard breast, thanks to her implants. The impact was like a punch from a gloved fist.

"... because you're a weakling..." She swings again, using her breasts as a bludgeon. My face is smashed to the side -- it is after all still flesh against flesh, and as long as she can shrug off her own pain from the blows she can keep battering me. "And you always will be..." Another smash. Another jerk of her arms, sending a spasm of pain through mine. The striations on her arms, shoulders, chest and neck are really standing out, as she flexes every muscle she can to inflict more pain on me. "Look at you now... losing..." Another smash, into my temples. "As you always do... because I'm just... plain... stronger!"

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