(Translated and completed by a reader who wishes to remain anonymous.)
"Uh, is Mia there?" Carmen asked, with half a finger in her mouth.
Mia's mother looked down on Carmen, in her form-fitting sleeveless mini-dress that showed off her curvaceous figure.
"She's in the basement and training. She is making good progress, you shouldn’t bother her."
"I won't," Carmen said and quickly slipped past the woman into the house to interrupt her diligent sporty daughter.
"But, ..." Mia's mother continued, but Carmen was already skipping to the basement stairs and down, her feminine curves on full display. She eyed her up and down, appraising her narrow waist and shapely legs.
"A lacy red bra and panties. She's too young to wear such revealing clothes as a guest in another household," she thought. "She's still a kid, why's she trying to dress like a pin-up model? Every boy in town will be chasing after her."
The basement workout maze Mia inherited from her daddy - the "dun-gym," Carmen called it - had never been perfectly organized. Now it was a disaster showed signs of being overpowered by a blonde teenage hurricane! Kettle balls, medicine balls, weights and tension bands were scattered at random like children’s toys on Christmas morning. The punching bag had exploded, leaving sand everywhere. Machines had been pulled to different angles willy-nilly, and every seat and bench carried distinct Mia-shaped sweat imprints.
She was in the middle of the chaotic mess, looking as pumped and sweaty as ever. Mia sat on a dumbbell bench and lifted two very heavy looking dumbbells, alternately high above her wide-muscled shoulders. Her bursting biceps bulged in ways she’d never seen before. Light strands of her long straight hair surrounded her, untamed yet irresistible. Carmen ogled her hot, messy, strong friend with her mouth open and quietly moaned "Wooooh."
Mia grumbled in an unfriendly tone and continued pressing up the shocking weights. She was determined to ignore Carmen. This was an exercise to the extreme, to push herself to her absolute limits and Mia wasn’t going to go easy on herself. She was in the gym to brutalize her upper body, furiously insisting on reps, reps and more reps even as her shoulders, back and arms were in agony. She was trying not to think, to switch her brain off, just concentrate and keep her position no matter what. "How did you get in here!" she exclaimed unkindly.
"Oh," shrugged Carmen, disinterested. "Your mother seems to let everyone in." She sat down on a training bench on the wall, where Mia's normal clothes were also lying. Apparently she had changed her clothes here.
Mia kept on pumping the weights overhead, never losing momentum. She enjoyed beating those heavy weights. Dominating them made her horny and Carmen was interrupting her. A raspy growl sounded from Mia's wide parted lips, rumbling from her dry throat.
"What do you want?"
"To see you, you sourpuss," Carmen said in a lilting girlish giggle. That was a blatant lie. She mostly wanted to kiss her large, hard, pumped muscles. She made one of her infamous sweet faces and said casually, "Your back looks really strong. Your body is slick with sweat; it’s really sexy," she gushed. She wanted to kiss each feminine muscle and lick the salty sweat off every one, in turn.
"Hmmpf" muttered Mia and just didn't seem to get tired while lifting those heavy irons.
"Mia, you’re amazing," Carmen blurted out.
"That’s right," she said in an arrogant tone. "I look great. What is your problem?"
"How long have you been working out?"
"Not long enough yet," Mia snorted, looking dangerous. "Now shut up."
Carmen went silent pronto. She grinned inwardly. Mia hadn't said that she should leave. Only that she should keep her mouth shut. Which she wouldn't really do. For a moment, maybe. Mia watched her with sharp eyes. Mia eventually returned her attention to her workout regimen and then Carmen couldn’t help but steal constant glances over at her gorgeously built friend. The very sight of Mia made Carmen giddy. She was as far above any other women in Carmen's experience as a plane is above a bird.
She peeked to the side. Mia's clothes were lying in a heap nearby, beneath a moist hand towel Mia used to mop her perspiring musculature. Carmen picked it up to smell her friend’s aroma, a combination of sweat, female pheromones and raw power. And then she saw something else. Also in the pile were Mia's cell phone and purse. She quietly snapped the purse open, slipped a small greeting card with a crayon heart out of her pocket and slid it inside.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just silently admiring you and your muscles."
"Hmm," grumbled Mia, hot sweat dripping from her overworked muscles. She didn't seem to get tired lifting these heavy weights, though. As her back rose and fell, Carmen thought her friend had enough of a warm-up for a night of fun.
"Your poor muscles are crying sweat. Do you want me to kiss it off?"
"Stop talking or else," she said sourly. She knew the annoying pixie wouldn’t.
"Am I distracting you, sweetie?" One quick move and Carmen snatched the wallet without Mia noticing.
"Shut your mouth right now." Her frustration grumbled like a volcano.
"I can sense it."
"Quit speaking before I throw you out!"
"Need a little help? I know another way to get good cardio."
"Get out get out get out."
Carmen opened the wallet and immediately noticed a white card stuck in the front of the leather. Carmen pulled out the card and took a look at it. It was Sarah's card. The Sarah they had met at the swimming pool. The one who kept this tall, sexy, strong Cora as a pet.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing!" Mia called out. "Put the card away immediately."
"Nah!" said Carmen. "I think I'm going to make a phone call right now." She pulled out her own smartphone.
"I'm warning you!" shouted Mia, letting the heavy dumbbells thunder to the floor. "Give the card back."
"Nope," Carmen said and immediately Mia started to move. Carmen jumped up as well and dashed up the basement stairs laughing and shrieking. Mia rumbled after her.
Again Carmen dashed past Mia's mother, while Mia almost knocked her over in the next moment. Carmen laughed and shrieked exuberantly as she took one staircase after another. She climbed the ladder that led up to Mia's attic room like a monkey. In Mia's room, she hid under her bed. As soon as she disappeared under it, Mia stormed up the ladder. She closed the hatch behind her and secured it with a lock.
"There," she said, "there's no getting out of here now."
Carmen remained silent. She could see Mia’s powerful calves walking nearby as she searched potential hiding places. Across the room she saw her trophies for weightlifting and kickboxing. And three posters for Steve Reeves Italian-made epic sword-and-sandal films that rose to popularity in the 1950s and 1960s. Mia told her how she loved watching them with her daddy as a child. She idolized the heavily muscled male protagonists who fought mythical creatures and engaged in battles with armies of other humans. Enemies would wrap him in chains but all he had to do was flex and those chains would snap like shoelaces. Her father would cheer on the fights and she would hoorah as the burly hero sent his broken foes collapsing instantly to the ground under the force of a mighty blow. There were pretty actresses who would throw themselves at the muscular hero’s feet and hug his mighty thigh, but young Mia considered them rather insipid characters. The invincible warrior smashing through any enemy that challenged him - that’s who little Mia wanted to be, not some effete sissy. Watching those films beside her dearest daddy while squeezing a couch pillow tight between her thighs gave Mia her earliest introduction to the physical satisfaction of a young woman’s natural urges.
"Here, girlie girlie girlie. Come out, come out, wherever you are."
"Peep-peep," Carmen squeaked mischievously from under the bed.
"I wouldn't if I were you, mouse" said Mia with a grin as she approached the bed. "Because if I find you there will be a beating."
A loud "Peep" came from under the bed.
With a quick movement, Mia reached beneath the bed and seized her ankle. "You can run but you can’t hide, you wimp!" With one arm she pulled a squealing Carmen out by her leg. "Helllllllp," she giggled. Struggling futilely to get away, a wave of excitement greeted the cute girl and sent butterflies squirming in her stomach in spite of herself.
"Rise and shine!" Mia sang mockingly.
As soon as Carmen was out in the open, kicking and wriggling her body, Mia yanked her leg up over her head and slammed her against one of the thick wooden pillars in her room’s roof construction. With her other hand, she grabbed a belt from the floor and firmly strapped Carmen's right leg to the beam. Now Carmen dangled helplessly from the beam, hanging overhead. Mia stood over her, hands on her girly hips, laughing.
"Uuuuu, everything is upside down," she exclaimed in a goofy voice. "Hey, I'm not a fish."
"Still talking?" Mia stopped the silly babbling as she rocketed a jab into Carmen’s midsection. Then another. Then she threw a quick three-punch combination. She began pounding her friend’s sleek midsection with hard, fast shots, her shoulders and triceps rippling with power. Carmen felt like she'd been suddenly thrown in a cement mixer with a dozen fist-sized rocks. The room resounded with the deep thuds in quick succession. She never knew which way was up and was hit every which way; her head, her left eye, her stomach, her right eye, her ribs, the left of her jaw that sent her head spinning, the right to her jaw to stop her, her-her-her CRO-O-O-OTCH! When she finally stopped, tears were running down Carmen’s face - tears of joy, maybe - and her stomach was covered in bruises. Mia stood in front of her, hands on her girly hips, laughing. Now the chatterbox only moaned in a daze as she dangled back and forth.
Mia found another belt and strapped Carmen's arms behind the beam. Now Carmen was no longer swinging back and forth. "Umm," was all she could manage to say. Mia's hard fists had knocked all the air out of her lungs and stomach. The windbag was empty.
To be head over heels together was a typical of their relationship. Carmen fell in love with Mia the first time she laid eyes on her ridiculous body. The moment she walked into the gym bathrooms and smiled at Mia in the mirror like she was her best friend and blabbered absurd compliments. Mia thought she hated this girl’s guts back then. She would lay awake at night wishing there was some way to get back at Carmen for embarrassing her like that. Yet Mia had very limited relationships. She knew it wasn't fair how much attention she got from boys, especially since she had no intention of actually dating any of them. Every boy who ever approached her ended up getting rejected or laughed at. And all the girls resented her, uniting against her like a coven of evil witches. Carmen, the vivacious blabbermouth who chased her like one of the thigh-huggers in Hercules movies, was her only remaining option. Carmen wanted what she wanted and through the weirdest coincidence, that was what Mia wanted, too. Being without her was - kinda scary.
But now there were rules to enforce. Carmen's head swung just above the floor Mia was now kneeling in front of. She raised both fists and quickly punched Carmen's face. She let out an "Ahh" of nervous excitement at the first blows, but then lost consciousness. Mia continued to beat her friend until she was sure that Carmen would not wake up again for a while.
When she lowered her fists, she realized how fucking aroused she was. What absolute, uncontrollable pleasure she was experiencing. She quickly opened the hatch and raced into the bathroom. She locked herself in, undressed and explored herself with a nimble hand until she burned like hundreds of Roman candles exploding across the stars. After her passionate activity, she took a shower. Half an hour later she was blow-drying herself in front of the mirror. An hour later she was dressed again. Her mother called for dinner, which was convenient for Mia, because after the workout and the bath, she was starving. After another hour, the meal was done and Mia returned to her room.
Carmen was still hanging senseless on the pillar. Her shirt and chemise had slipped over her head, exposing her flat midriff with a slight hint of abdominal muscles. Her stomach was also no longer red, which it had been after Mia's bare-knuckle boxing hit her with a hard combo. Mia squatted down and picked up the business card, which was why she had chased Carmen through half the house. It must have fallen out of Carmen's hand when her face was being skillfully massaged by Mia's fists.
Mia loosened the two belts that held Carmen to the pillar, so that she slammed face first into the floor.
"You deserve that," said Mia softly but firmly.
At that Carmen gave a grumble and turned over on her back. "Oh my god. I feel like my skull is going to explode. I told you not to wake me up so early." Moaning, the shapely girl began to grind her warm pelvis against the floor.
Mia stood over her with her arms crossed, watching her. "The clam is hungry," Carmen said, looking up at her playfully and Mia pushed one of her feet firmly in her face. When she pressed Carmen's head on the carpet, the girl made a satisfied, nasty sound again. She gave her friend a few minutes on the ground, which she also enjoyed herself.
"Such a selfish girl, thinking only of yourself. Interrupting my workout! It's time to punish you," said Mia, as Carmen began to play indecently with herself.
"Yes." Carmen muttered under her foot. "I've been very naughty."
"Your consent is neither desired nor appropriate," rebuked Mia.
"Sorry." Carmen said, her kissable lips in a playful frown. "Do you want me to beg for mercy?"
"It's too late for that," Mia said firmly. "Say good night, Carmen."
Mia got down on her knees, pulled Carmen's head up by the ponytail and gave her a hard karate chop to the neck with the flat of her hand. "Oh..." gasped Carmen, her body paralyzed for just a second before falling limp to the floor in a heap. Mia turned her friend onto her back and smirked with satisfaction. After checking her friend's eyelids to make sure Carmen was really completely knocked out, she pulled the lifeless Carmen doll towards her. She smelled her silent friend, sweet aromatics of luxurious soaps and shampoos. Slowly the muscular teenager began to undress her friend, peeling away her clothes until she was completely naked.
"When she’s not wasting my time, she’s gorgeous," Mia thought, studying her perky breasts, her slim stomach, and the delicate pink ruffles of her perfectly formed labia, gleaming with moisture.
Then she tied Carmen’s limp body to her wooden stool, her naked ass exposed upwards and her arms and legs as well as the head downwards. She tied her arms and legs to the legs of the stool with leather straps. Finally, Mia took a wide belt out of her closet and made it whiz down on Carmen's nude buttocks.
That brought Carmen back to life. First she gasped, then she gave a belated scream. Mia grinned broadly and took another swing. There was a loud clap as the leather burned another red welt on Carmen's ass. This time Carmen gave a really loud cry.
"What are you kids doing?" Mia's mother's voice sounded muffled. She was probably standing under the closed door to Mia's room. "Nothing!" came immediately from Mia. "Carmen's just fooling around. We'll be quieter now."
"Just don't do any nonsense," said her mother. After that, she was heard quietly going down the stairs to the first floor. As soon as she was gone, Mia grabbed used panties from her laundry hamper and stuffed them into Carmen's mouth.
"Open wide, beautiful, yes, that's good. No, no, more fits in there. Your little mouth should be plump and full."
"Uh, uh..." Carmen moaned with big eyes that were already brimming with tears. When Carmen's mouth was really full of panties, Mia sealed it with duct tape.
"Well, if you're going to scream now, you'll have to swallow three pairs of my old underpants first." She patted her friend's bulging cheeks and laughed.
Mia resumed her position behind her friend and lashed out with the belt. It clapped loudly and she saw Carmen body trying to wriggle. She could also hear the sound of pain but not as loud as before.
"Now I'm going to beat some rules into you that you will follow as my pet."
"Smack." Carmen yelped - the pain was like razors being drawn across her skin - but didn’t protest.
"I'm in charge."
"Smack."
"You will speak only when I allow you to."
"Smack."
"When I snap my finger, you kneel by my side. No matter when, no matter where, and no matter who else is present."
"Smack, smack." Carmen, her eyes electric with excitement, whinnied in delight.
"And most importantly, don't embarrass me in front of others."
"Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack."
Mia unleashed a torrent of punishment. Carmen's butt was now bright red. Her body was shining with sweat and her breathing was heavy. Mia removed the tape and panties. "Are you a good pet now or do we need to repeat the lesson?"
"No, no, I'll be a very good pet, I promise."
"I hope so!" said Mia. She opened a dresser drawer and took out the collar she had once bought Carmen.
"Then you can be my pet now. But only on a trial basis," said Mia as she put the collar on her friend. "Now, good heel." She said.
Mia went around her room for a few laps. Carmen followed her on all fours. Naked and with a bright red butt. Then Mia stopped, threw one of her old panties and made Carmen bring it back.
"Oh, no. Not with your hands, with your mouth! We'll try that again right away."
"Mia?" The voice of her mother again.
"What is it?" Mia called annoyed.
"We're taking your father to the airport. Say goodbye to Carmen and then come down!"
"Do I have to? Can't I say goodbye here?"
"No, we all say goodbye together as a family. And we'll do it at the airport!"
"Okay, Carmen is already gone. I'll be right there."
Mia grinned at Carmen broadly. "Looks like I'm going to have to punch your lights out again."
She pulled off her sweater, got down on her knees, and let her thick baseball biceps swell. Instantly, the strong combat-girl had Carmen's attention. Her eyes were just glued to the thick bulging ball of muscle, imagining that her tongue was licking it, tracing the angry blood engorged vein that ran from her shoulder to her wrist.
"What do you think Princess Cuteness? Am I strong enough to beat you up there, over the crossbeam of the roof truss?" Mia cracked her knuckles.
Carmen looked up with wide eyes. Mia noticed how jittery her friend was getting as she looked at the cathedral ceiling beam that was a good six feet above them. "Yeah." Mia said with a nasty grin. "I think I can do it, too. The only question is how many tries I'll need before you're hanging up there. Well, let's find out."
She grabbed the still astonished Carmen by the neck and straightened up with her. She smiled at her friend, positioned her face just right and chuckled "Good aim." Struggling for words, Carmen felt like she was on drugs. She gawked at the beam, a good two meters above them. Mia tightened her grip. She pulled back her fist, her impressive bicep trembling with power. Carmen gulped. Her whole body throbbed with excitement. Her nipples were so hard that they hurt. Her panties were wet. Then Mia slammed her fist into her face, dead center, propelling her entire body high into the air and simultaneously erasing her consciousness.
Carmen's body flew up a good meter, but then her head hit the beam where she should have landed. Carmen collided with the truss with a loud thud. Dazed, Carmen imagined she had heard an audible crack, like a tall oak tree falling after being chopped down by some hugely powerful female lumberjack. Carmen crashed to the ground.
"That was uplifting, wasn’t it Princess?" she smiled. {A pun connecting both physical and psychological rising motion similar to *erhebend*}
"Mia, what are you doing? We're leaving."
"Sorry Mom, I dropped a dumbbell. Be right there." {A pun meaning both *hantel* and *dumbkopf*}
Mia grabbed her cute, limp girlfriend by the neck again and lifted her up. Again she punched the slender Carmen through the air. This time Carmen narrowly missed the beam. Again she thundered to the ground, again her mother's voice rang out. But Mia didn't give up.
She went to Carmen and picked up the cute doll one more time. "I can do it with a little more power," she said to her senseless friend. She lifted Mia up in the air by the neck again. She groaned and her dizzied head could not stop swimming. She picked her up as far as she could and unleashed a left jab with all her might. Now Carmen's body really followed the punch with momentum. With too much momentum, because she didn't land on the beam, but went above it. As Carmen's body crashed back to the ground, she dreamed of watching a cartoon of a mallet pounding a carnival strength test that sent the ball crashing through the bell and flying into space like a rocket until it exploded into the sun.
Mia sighed. "Okay, now that was pretty good. Over the top is as good as on top. We'll practice that again when we get a chance. But now I have to go, my little knockout mouse."
Mia went to the airport with her family and said goodbye to her father, who went on another business trip. After that, she went out to eat with her mother and brother. Four hours later, at 22:35 p.m., she came back to her room. She was not surprised that Carmen was lying on the ground in an unchanged position. She had already drooled a small puddle on the floor.
Mia went to the bathroom in a good mood to get herself ready for bed. Back at her friend's place, she pulled her up from the ground. She hugged Carmen once and then threw her on her bed three meters away. Carmen almost fell down again on the other side.
Now Mia undressed herself. She went to the bed, pulled out the duvet and went under it. Then she pulled Carmen under the covers. There she clutched the slender girl with her arms and legs. After enjoying her friend's senseless body for 10 minutes, she took Carmen's face in her hands. She leaned in close, breathed on her softly and gave her a moist, delicious smooch on the lips, then gave her one wet kiss after the other. But contrary to Mia's expectations, Carmen did not wake up from it.
Grumbling, Mia straightened up and began to slap her sleeping friend energetically. Carmen's cheeks turned red but she didn't wake up. Eventually, Mia slipped Carmen down into the bathroom. She put on a bathrobe and one on Mia too, in case she met her brother or her parents. She picked Carmen up and clutched her closely to her chest, embracing her as if holding a kitten. Carmen purred. In the bathroom, she dunked Carmen's head under ice-cold water. It took a minute for Carmen to partially wake up. "Be back here tomorrow," Mia told her, "and no masturbation between now and then…NONE. You don’t want to be disobedient, do you?"
Carmen didn't quite know where she was when her head was rubbed dry by Mia's strong arms. But only very briefly; then Mia threw Carmen over the broad muscular shoulder and carried her back into her room. Carmen was so confused that she only realized where she was on her way to Mia's room. Back in the room, Mia suddenly let her slide off her shoulder so that she fell on her bed. Mia had held onto her bathrobe in the process. She landed on her side naked and then fell over onto her stomach, almost rolling off.
Carmen was about to complain when she saw Mia standing in front of the bed drop her own bathrobe to the floor. Carmen said "Fuck" very quietly. Then Mia slipped to her in bed and pulled her under the covers. And again they began testing the limits of each other's stamina.
End
