The Rape of The Champ
By NadiaBlack




I've always had a knack for beating up boys. Like, always pretty much. I mean,
I'm a decently sized gal, 6' and weigh around 200 lbs (No shame in my game,
lol). I think I carry it pretty well, I have decently sized boobs (well, big
but not huge on my frame) and 6 pack abs, the green Chinese dragon wrapped
around my left arm and red King Cobra wrapped around my right both dance quite
a bit when I flex my arms (yeah I got those tattoes my senior year of HS, and
yes I still think they look cool), my thighs look almost like rocks wrapped in
paper-white silk, I think I look perfectly fit.

Anyway, I got a new boyfriend recently. I met him outside a bar, Lilly's Duck
down on fifth. You know the place? I'm pretty sure the bartender knows a
smuggler because vodka there is way cheaper than it has any right to be.

So there I was outside the place. I'd had 8 or 9 drinks (a few of which were
fluorescent) and I was up to what I've been doing since I was around
16...mugging boys. I found one in particular who I liked that seemed to think
he was tough and like walking alone and just sort of approached him.

Guy was definitely a handsome one, stood about three inches taller than me (I
wear combat boots, converse, or just stockings. I cna definitely dig heels on
others but never on my own feet) and he had nice hair, a strong chin, and damn
was he built. Guy was wearing a black T-shirt which was tight enough to be
identified as "douchey" and a air of skinny jeans, they were both tight as
skin so pretty much nothing (well, maybe one or two things) was left to the
imagination.

So I sneak up on him and I jump out and say "Boo!" and the guy shirks and
cringes, takes maybe 5 steps back and I can see he's pretty damned embarrassed
to have done that. Can't say I'd blame a guy for doing that, he's in a dark
alley and a giant girl with three spike piercings in each brow and a red side
cut wearing a dark tank top (well technically a band shirt with the sleeves
ripped off), a dark miniskirt hanging about halfway down my muscular thighs,
and bright fishnet stocks jumps out in front of him, any guy with two brain
cells to rub together would be scared.

Not to brag or anything but I think the street-light did a good job of showing
off my muscled limbs, his big doe-eyes seemed especially trained on my arms.
Which I think my thighs are more impressive but some dudes just prefer upper
body I guess.

I did a double bicep to test him out and...yep, he definitely saw and it
definitely made him a bit scared, and I don't think it was because he was
afraid of snakes. I posed just a bit more and basked in his admiration before
he turned his back to leave.

"Not so fast, stud" I said in a voice that was maybe 30% sultry 70% tough-girl
"I need your wallet"

He turned to me and did this fake macho tough-guy laugh like he'd effect me
with it, it was annoying but not enough for me to really get mad. "Do you know
who I am?" he asks

"Hmmm, the guy who's about to give me his wallet or else he'll have his skull
caved in?" I said in the smuggest voice I could muster as I looked him up and
down again. No way I would cave in a handsome face like that. I'd shove it a
few places, but I wouldn't ruin it unless the guy got me REALLY mad.

"I'm Arthur Johnston" he said in a smug tone.

I blinked a few times, trying to place that name "Your the drummer for
Dielated Irys?"

I really pissed him off with that one, I could tell. he gets all indignant and
starts bragging about how he's some UFC guy and champion of the heavyweight
division blah blah. I had to make a note in my head to look up what he looked
like in nothing but a pair of lycra shorts and combat gloves grappling with
another guy...but I wasn't impressed.

"I don't care who you are or how many weak guys you've fought" I said as I
stomped my booted foot on the pavement, the old standard issue US Army boot
made a decently loud noise. "Your gonna give me your wallet or things are
gonna get messy"

He was really mad after that. god, he wouldn't be calling for help or running
away any time soon. I really had him right where I wanted him as he raised his
fists and took a fighting stance.

I put on a big smug smile as I walked toward him...he seemed to be trying to
intimidate me more than fight me. boring. I feigned a punch with my left and
got him to put his guard closer to his belly then whipped out my right and
slapped him across the face.

The guy rolled with my slap, and when he looked back I had to cover my mouth
with my hands to stifle my laugh...he had a big hand-shaped welt on his cheek!
Well, At least now I had the guy pissed off.

He looked at me all mad but still didn't approach, s I just stick my chin out
and pointed to it. He was definitely scared but took the bait before too long,
and I managed to sidestep his uppercut quick enough before I punched him in
the side.

Then he got really aggressive, running toward me and blindly punching my
midsection as fast as he could, I mostly blocked those by just tensing my abs
as I reached behind him and wrapped my arms around his midsection. Easy as a
bag of potatoes I picked the guy up and held him upside down.

Guy only weighed about 250, made himself harder to lift by kicking and
screaming but he still seemed surprised I could get him off the ground. i
considered piledriving him then and there but I didn't want to bust the guy's
skull open, so I just fell forward.

contact with pavement stunned him a bit, so in the half-second he wasn't doing
much I grabbed his heel with my hands and wrapped my thighs around his head,
squeezing and pulling at the same time.

He was squealing on the ground as I trapped him inside my thighs and hands,
started grunting hard (Should that have made me wet? it definitely did) as I
tightened "Give up, slut" i told him, going a bit harder after that. and
suddenly he starts slapping the ground like I should recognize hat, before
verbally stating "I tap"

Took me a sec to get he was giving up but when I did I think I was definitely
stabbing his back with my nipples (wasn't a blue moon so I didn't have a bra
on) before letting him go and sipping his wallet out of his pocket.

"Oh damn" I say as he's getting off the ground "You have like fifteen hundred
bucks inhere! were you gonna buy a used car or something?"

He didn't seem to get my joke because he got up and ran for me again, this
time trying to kick me in the shin. I jumped and he i air, but managed to keep
his balance pretty well when he came back down.

I shoved his wallet down my shirt and looked him in the eye, before I decided
that if just regularly beating him wouldn't shut him down, beating him beyond
a doubt would.

he charged me again and I sort fo side stepped him before grabbing his shirt
and tearing it off of his body, before I reached down and grabbed him. I had
him in a bit of a hug from behind as I managed to find both nipples and
squeeze them.I never really got why but most guys seem really embarrassed by
how much they can get turned on by nipple rubbing, he was definitely one of
them. or maybe he just got hard in his pants because I was breathing on his
neck, I don'gt know.

anyway, guy was sending elbows back and trying to get me off of him but I
couldn't resist pinching and rubbing his chest, and then I realizes that he
really didn't have a chance of getting out.

this was really exciting to me, so I start breathing on his neck all sensually
before I nibble his earlobe, then I finally whisper "You really wanna get
raped tonight, don't you slut?"

he's scared enough to pretend he's just mad as he starts denying this, but i
simply shoot one hand down to grab his cock through his pants and give it a
quick squeeze "are you stupid or just playing hard to get?"

after that hes embarrassed enough to stop for a second and I sort of push him
away and twirl him round "I mean I get it, boys are too easy for you now, so
you need a girl to completely crush you and make you feel powerless" I say as
I raise my arms and flex a him, the serpents on my arms jumping.I was a bit
thinner, certainly, but definitely had him in terms of definition and
vascularity. and my thighs may have been a bit thicker but right now he was
only really focusing on upper bod. "well, this chick is at your service. One
nice hot plate of rape coming up"

So he looks kind of scared how and comes in swinging again, this time he seems
kind of scared and maybe a bit sloppier so I sidestep him once or twice before
grabbing his had and forcing my lips against his. he was trying to keep his
mouth shit but I managed to force my tongue through his lips, and when he
clenched his teeth to block me off I jammed my thumbs into his cheek and
suddenly his jaws were open and my tongue was exploring the back of his throat
and he was whimpering like the little powerless slut he was.

he tried to give some punches and knees while I was doing that but I just
decided to pretend nothing was hitting me (It was easy enough) so he'd get the
idea that he wasn't slowing me down. I wrapped a leg around his torso and
pulled him in tight, I could tell he was pushing against me when I did it but
I overpowered his arms easily enough, before reaching a hand back and grabbing
a handful of ass.

The guy definitely did squats, but the jeans were kinda getting in the way of
my fingers so I pushed him off and grabbed his belt with both hands. he looked
at me like he wasn't sure what I was gonna do and my arms flexed like crazy
and my veins started popping everywhere as I tore his belt in half, pulling
the ruined thing form his jeans.

"How much did that cost ya?" I asked all cheekily as he started backing up. He
didn't answer but I'd guess about five hundred more dollars than anyone should
ever spend on a fucking belt. Little guy looked ready to cry, confused and ark
and alone. i decided t walk in and wake him up. I raised both my fists "Kiss
them or they kiss you"

He seemed confused at the invitation and started trying to plead, I got
annoyed and punched him in the face, he fell back into a wall. after that he
kissed both fists and started pleading again.

I kinda liked his submission but it didn't seem like much fun, so I started
taunting him again, saying "Your going to get RAPED by a girl, because your a
weak little man who can't defend himself. You really shouldn't even be allowed
in public without a chaperone, because women are gonna see that ass and going
to rape you, and you know there's nothing you can do about it"

That seem to have put some fight back in him so he starts attacking me again
and I lean into him and tear his jeans off (Yeah that took a few seconds,
jeans are shaped all funny) and h was wearing some tight compression shorts
underneath and I started feeling out ass and cock at the same time. Guy
grabbed both my wrists as I got in deeper and tried to pull me away, which
made it kinda tricky but honestly so much better. his cock was something to
call home about I guess, and his butt was nice and round and firm I had to
make him show it off more some time.

So after that I push him against a wall and shove my tongue down his throat
again and lift my skirt up and start dry humping him, then I tear off his
undies and sorta push my panties to the side (he was trying to push me off at
this point, I had to really lean into him to keep the pressure up and let me
tell you it got my thighs and calves really hot to pus against him)

So I'm pushing on him and shoving my tongue in his mouth and decide he should
return the favor and I just sorta started swallowing him up. he was nice and
thick and super hard and I kinda took my time sliding down him (it was a
decent way down)

he fit me pretty good so I just grabbed his head in both hands and started
grinding on him, keeping it slow and affectionate as I told him he'd look me
in the eye or I'd start snapping his fingers and when he did I kissed him on
the nose and said "good boy"

So that went on for a while and he got pretty close to cumming a few times and
I just cocked my fist and dared him to spurt before I was done and I guess
terror doesn't make him explode.

After that I realized this wasn't how I wanted it so I dismounted and turned
around, before pressing myself into him from the back "This is better" I say
as I get him inside me again, preferring the sort of doggy position "oh, and
by the way, if I can rape till I'm done you I'm bringing you home tonight for
more fun"

So he starts struggling again, maybe finally realizing the extent of his
womanhandlng as I grind into him. he pressed against me, struck my back, tried
to kick me, whole nine as I slammed my ass into him and his ass into the brick
wall, his cries of fear and anger were music to my ears as his big cock filled
me up and I grabbed it like a vice and ascended on and off of it. I was going
kinda hard but he didn't snap in half so I don't guess it was technically too
much.

I groaned as I felt myself about to cum, warned him that he better stop me and
he reached down and tried to push me off...his arms exploded and I liked the
sight and I started really slamming him before I started moaning and
convulsing on him and he lost control too and we both started cumming.

So here I am with his go leaking from me and I decide I don't like that so I
push his shoulder down and slam my cunt into his face and tell him he's going
to lick me clean and he doesn't wanna so I grind his face in and start
slapping his head.

It was pretty fucking great and I kinda lost track of time. after a bit I came
again and decided to give him a break and see how things were. I didn't have
any more cum leaking, but I'd also smothered him. I reached down and checked,
he was breathing...just unconscious.

So I pick the naked guy up and place his body across my shoulders and walk
home with him. A few chicks I knew saw him and whistled and I figured what the
heck and let them feel him up, even managed to charge one fifty bucks to feel
him all the way down his body.

When I get back to my ratty little mess of an apartment (Maybe I'll make him
clean it up for me next time...maybe I should buy him a maid uniform) I take a
few hits of weed and take some pictures of him, before going to my drawer and
grabbing last night's conquest, a pair of pink frilly panties from some blonde
slut I met at a different bar. I bit my lip as I put him in them and they
definitely did wonders for his butt (also, I'm a sucker for a nice
fabric-stretching bulge) so I took a bunch more pictures.

He starts coming to so I decided I'd take my boots off and place them on
either side of his face, I told him they'd been on a week and my feet were
really sweaty and he could obviously smell it. I said in a rough voice "Clean
them or else" and he did, looking so fucking humiliated as I rubbed my
fishnet-clad feet all over his face, making sure he licked every crevice and
got any bit of anything I may have had hidden down there.

After that I told him he was a good boy so he earned some time playing with my
boobs. he seemed kinda confused by this so I took my shirt off to clue him in,
and he seemed nervous so I picked him up and placed told him he'd play with my
boobs or else he'd get spanked. I mean, sheesh, he was staring at them when he
first saw me but now he's all indignant, what a jerk.

He did a good enough job though, he knew ow to knead and kiss and suck and
honestly seemed t be glad I wasn't kicking his ass at that very moment.

I turned on the TV and started hitting the bong again. when I turned to an old
episode of "Kim Possible" he mentioned he used to watch that show. So I
started talking to him and found out we were both 23 but I was 3 months older.

That got me thinking for the next few hours, before I grabbed his cock really
hard and pressed my forehead into his and said "well, I guess that means I'm
your new girlfriend. Your gonna be giving me some of your cash from your next
fight, stud"

Anyway, that's how I got my current BF and one of my favorite boytoys of all
time. He's pretty sweet and I love showing off his body and making him feel
helpless.

That's all I have to say today, happy hunting ladies!