Brigit and the blonde - Amy reduced Brigit to a blubbering wreck

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Brigit was tough. No one messed with Brigit.

She spent her afternoons in the gym, working on the weights, and she spent her nights working the doors at clubs.

There was never any trouble when Brigit was working the door at the Blue Anchor. No one messed with her.

Until tonight.

It was just after 11pm. The first rush of customers had arrived. There would be just a trickle before the next flood at midnight.

A small woman arrived. Early 20s at moment, possibly even late teens. Cropped blonde hair, trainers, short socks, tank top and short pleated skirt. It was obvious at a glance that she was not carrying alcohol or a concealed weapon. But Brigit liked to be thorough. She beckoned the woman over for a quick check.

No one noticed anything amiss. The male security just heard a short grunt and thought nothing of it.

The young woman strode off into the Club.

Brigit stood rock still for a moment. If her colleague had looked at her, she would have seen that her face was dead white.

She turned and waddled over to the security office, her thighs clamped tight. Once in the office, she collapsed into a chair and doubled over.

A colleague on break looked up in surprise. 'Are you OK? What's happened?'

'Bitch.' Brigit spat out the word. 'Crotched me.' She glanced up briefly, but then doubled up again. 'Knee,' she grunted, 'sharp knee – right on my clit.' She tried to sit upright, but collapsed again. 'Fuck, this is bad – really bad.'

Her colleague made a move towards her, but decided against it.

'Who? Why?'

'Blonde bit, don't know her. And how the fuck should I know why.'

 

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By the time Brigit had returned to duty, the girl had left. But she was convinced that she would reappear. This could not simply be a one-off incident. There had to be more to it than a random act of violence. She watched for her to visit the club again, but in vain. She looked around her at the gym, in case she approached her there. She scanned pedestrians on the sidewalks in case she was mingling with the crowds. But no sign.

It was a few days later that she spotted her. Dressed as she had been before. On the other side of the street, apparently unaware that Brigit had spotted her. She was just walking along casually, not engaging with anyone, but stopping every so often to look in a shop window. Brigit held back before slipping across the road and ambling along in her wake. Then, suddenly, the girl turned down an alley and Brigit increased her pace to make sure she did not lose her.

It took her a while to push through the crowds and, when Brigit peeped into the alley, the girl was not in sight. Brigit was rushing forward, eager to catch up, when the girl stepped out of a dark doorway. Taken by surprise, she did not see the girl's foot until it landed on her left tit, to be followed by another kick to the right. The blows were too light to do more than sting, but they brought Brigit to a halt facing the girl.

'What the fuck is your-' she began, but stopped as she saw the girl foot rising. She quickly stepped back, but too late to stop the arch of her foot crashing into her crotch. Brigit's vision blurred, her legs wobbled and she sank to her knees. She was vaguely aware of a cry of pain and a long moan. As the pain hit, she realised that they had come from her.

She looked up at the girl, who was now staring down at her.

'W-w-hh-yyyy? She managed to gasp.

The girl's answer was a laugh. A pleasant laugh, tinkling like a bell. Like she was amused. She bent down and kissed Brigit on the mouth, softly, slowly. Before she skipped away to join the crowds, leaving Brigit doubled over with tears running down her cheeks.

 

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The next Saturday Brigit was at the gym, early. She liked it as this time. The place was empty. No one wanting to chat, no audience come to watch the female bodybuilders working up a sweat. She was working hard at the weights, trying not to let her mind wander to the small blonde girl who had bested her twice. After an hour, she was bathed in sweat and the muscles of her arms, thighs and back were aching. She stood watching herself in the mirror before striding off to the locker room.



The room was empty as Brigit stripped, tossed her clothes aside, and let the warm water sooth her aches. Slowly she soaped herself, letting her hands stroke her body and her fingers explore. Her eyes slowly closed as she let herself drift off into a daydream.



She brought her fingers to her lips and opened her eyes. And there was the girl. A few feet away, dressed as before. Her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched Brigit's expression change. She walked into the shower, still clothed. Brigit braced herself for another blow, but none came. The girl put her arms round Brigit's neck and pulled her face to hers, as her fingers tweaked her nipples. Then she planted a quick kiss on Brigit's lips and turned away.



When Brigit emerged, there was no sign of the girl. And no sign of her pants either. In their place was a small parcel. Inside was a pink thong and a card.



"Wear these for me. Love, Amy."

 

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Brigit was admiring herself in the mirror in the locker room. Enjoying the snug fit and colour of the thong that Amy had left for her. Enjoying it so much that she did not hear the door open or the approaching steps of her fellow weightlifter-cum-bodybuilder, Prudence.

'Hey, girl, look at you.'

Brigit swung round, blushing at being caught admiring herself.

'What the fuck are you playing at, Pru, creeping up on me like that.'

Pru smirked. 'No need to creep up on you, you were off in a world of your own. Thinking about your hot date.'

'Date, what the hell, what's this got to do with a date? I'm just trying them on for size.'

'Well, whatever you were doing, they suit you, girl. Where'd you buy them? I wouldn't mind a pair of those myself.'

'What made you think I'd buy something like this? I've not got money to spare on fancy pants.'

'Well they suit you, like I said. In fact, I'm getting quite juiced up just checking you out.' Pru moved closer and let her hand drift idly over Brigit's hard buttocks. 'Why don't you and I go find something private?'

Brigit grabbed Pru under the arms and rammed her back into a locker, causing the whole row to shake.

'Keep your hands to yourself, you know I'm not like that.'

'Aren't you,' Pru moved her hand to Brigit's crotch and rubbed hard, 'you know what, I always thought you were like that.'

Brigit pushed herself away.

'Would this have anything to do with that crazy teen who's been chasing you around?'

Brigit froze. 'Teen? What teen?'

'The one who's been asking where you work, where you take lunch, even where you live. Short, blonde, always wears a skirt that barely covers her fanny.'

That sounded familiar

'Be careful, girl, she's a real clit buster. Stay well clear of her.'

'Thanks for the advice.'

'She wouldn't be the one I heard about, I suppose?' Pru was trying, but failing, to sound innocent. 'The one who put you out of commission down the club the other night.'

'Oh, that piece of shit. Nah, she just got a luck break, that's all.'

Pru put her head back and roared with laughter.

'Did she get a lucky break down that alley as well?' She was spluttering so hard, she could barely speak.

Brigit's face was puce. How did Pru know? How many others knew? And who told them? There was an obvious answer.

'Word is you enjoyed it,' Pru remarked.

 

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Brigit was distracted by her thoughts as she made her way home.

How did Pru know what Amy had done to her? There had been witnesses at the Club, but not many. Only her fellow security guards. And there was no one else in the alley, she was sure of that. There was only one person who knew about both attacks. Amy. She had to be the one who was telling people. But how had she got to know Pru well enough to tell her? And why? Why would she want to attack Brigit? And why would she want to spread the word about what had happened.

There was something else that Pru had said, if only Brigit could remember what it was. As she mounted the steps to her house, she saw a parcel by the door. She unlatched the door and bent down to pick up the package. It was then that she remembered. Amy had been asking where Brigit lived. The thought flashed into her mind that this might be a trap, a trick to get her into a vulnerable position for another attack.

The thought was still registering when the blow came. A tight fist, from behind, between her thighs, crushing her pussy. She grunted and staggered forward, her body pushing the door, urgently seeking refuge in her home. But she had barely crossed the threshold before the kick landed, an arched foot crushing her already tender pussy lips. Brigit stumbled over and fell flat on her face.

She heard the door close behind her. Maybe, just maybe, she was safe now.

Then she heard the laugh. Amy was inside her home.

'Aren't you going to open your present?'

 

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Brigit reached out for the package she had found on her doorstep, keeping her eyes on Amy in anticipation of another attack. She touched it with the tips of her fingers and eased it towards her. With it eventually in her grasp, she ripped it open to find a large black dildo.

'What the fuck is this?' she grunted.

"I'd thought you'd like it, it is your favourite colour after all,' Amy's eyes were sparkling and her voice was laughing.

"You're saying you want me to fuck you, is that it? You have an odd way of going about it.'

'No,' Amy was leaning casually against the wall, 'I'm going to fuck you with it, after I've beaten the shit out of you.'

Brigit was struggling not to show the pain that was eating into her belly. 'And when do you think that is going to happen?' she managed to gasp.

'Tomorrow morning, at the gym. Be there at 6am and we fight in the ring. And then I'll fuck you, in front of all the members who'll be coming to watch.'

Brigit tried to make her laugh sound genuine. 'And what makes you think anyone will bother coming to watch you turned into pulp.'

'Oh that's easy. They've all replied to my invitation.' Amy turned to leave, but paused at the door. 'And don't forget to bring the dildo, darling, we'll be needing it.'

 

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When Brigit arrived at the gym, there were already more than a dozen women there, gathered round the ring, watching Amy parade up and down in her short socks, shorter skirt and tank top. She was putting on a good show, teasing the women, letting them stroke her breasts and thighs, but skipping away before anything became too intimate. Brigit slipped past and made for the changing room. She changed into her gym kit, but then thought better of it, pulled off her shorts and pulled on the pink thong Amy had given her. She was half way to the door when she changed her mind, pulled off her top, and strode towards the ringing, carrying the dildo with which she be fucking the little tart before long.

Her arrival was greeted with a chorus of cheers and whistles. The only one silent was Amy, who stood with her foot on the bottom rope and a hand pulling up the middle rope to give Brigit space to climb in. Brigit saw the risk and went round to the side where she climbed through the ropes, her eyes watching for any sign of Amy attacking her when she was vulnerable. But Amy just smirked, released the ropes and leaned back.

Brigit tossed the dildo into the centre of the ring. 'That's what I'll be fucking you with later,' she taunted. Amy just smirked again. 'I chose a pick one to fit your ass,' she retorted.

'Come on, girl, show us your tits.' That was Pru, urging Amy on to remove her top, as Brigit had done. Amy made as if to comply, but then shook her head and walked to the centre of the ring.

'Are we going to talk or fight,' she called.

'Fight,' the audience shouted. 'And fuck,' Pru shouted.

The pair squared off and Amy made a sudden dash, covering the gap between them in a couple of strides, before spinning and sending her right foot towards Brigit's tits.

Brigit read the move and side-stepped, grabbing Amy's leg and ramming her fight up her skirt, then throwing her leg outwards to send the small girl crashing to the canvas with her legs stretched into a tendon ripping splits.

'AAWWW-argghhhhhhhh FUCK,' Amy's scream echoed round the room. Slowly, she eased her legs together, pulled herself up onto her knees and doubled over with a long groan. At last, she raised a tear-stained face. 'Oh, Brigit, darling, you are going to live to regret that.' She staggered to her feet and tried to stand straight, but Brigit was already moving towards her, fast.
When Brigit arrived at the gym, there were already more than a dozen women there, gathered round the ring, watching Amy parade up and down in her short socks, shorter skirt and tank top. She was putting on a good show, teasing the women, letting them stroke her breasts and thighs, but skipping away before anything became too intimate. Brigit slipped past and made for the changing room. She changed into her gym kit, but then thought better of it, pulled off her shorts and pulled on the pink thong Amy had given her. She was half way to the door when she changed her mind, pulled off her top, and strode towards the ringing, carrying the dildo with which she be fucking the little tart before long.

Her arrival was greeted with a chorus of cheers and whistles. The only one silent was Amy, who stood with her foot on the bottom rope and a hand pulling up the middle rope to give Brigit space to climb in. Brigit saw the risk and went round to the side where she climbed through the ropes, her eyes watching for any sign of Amy attacking her when she was vulnerable. But Amy just smirked, released the ropes and leaned back.

Brigit tossed the dildo into the centre of the ring. 'That's what I'll be fucking you with later,' she taunted. Amy just smirked again. 'I chose a pick one to fit your ass,' she retorted.

'Come on, girl, show us your tits.' That was Pru, urging Amy on to remove her top, as Brigit had done. Amy made as if to comply, but then shook her head and walked to the centre of the ring.

'Are we going to talk or fight,' she called.

'Fight,' the audience shouted. 'And fuck,' Pru shouted.

The pair squared off and Amy made a sudden dash, covering the gap between them in a couple of strides, before spinning and sending her right foot towards Brigit's tits.

Brigit read the move and side-stepped, grabbing Amy's leg and ramming her fight up her skirt, then throwing her leg outwards to send the small girl crashing to the canvas with her legs stretched into a tendon ripping splits.

'AAWWW-argghhhhhhhh FUCK,' Amy's scream echoed round the room. Slowly, she eased her legs together, pulled herself up onto her knees and doubled over with a long groan. At last, she raised a tear-stained face. 'Oh, Brigit, darling, you are going to live to regret that.' She staggered to her feet and tried to stand straight, but Brigit was already moving towards her, fast.

 

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Before Amy was barely upright, Brigit had scooped her up, spun her round, twisting her round her body before dropping her spine onto the point of her knee. Amy rolled off the knee landing face down on the canvas with a loud moan as Brigit followed up, dropping onto her opponent with the point of her elbow hitting the same spot on her spine. It took but a second for Brigit to shift again, kneeling now, on that same spot, her hands grabbing Amy's wrists and pulling them back.

An uncomfortable silence fell. This was not what they had come to see. They were hoping to see this big arrogant woman put in her place, see the girl like figure deal out her destruction with a series of kicks and punches and knees. But they were to be disappointed, all they were seeing was what was inevitable – a strong experience fighter, who was not going to be caught off guard, and who would smash this girl like an irritating insect.

All were quietly urging her on, sending their silent support, but resigned to a short fight with Brigit claiming her prize.

But Pru saw something that the others did not notice. She saw that Amy was not struggling. She was hurting, yes. But she was not trying to free herself or beg Brigit to let her go. She was absorbing the punishment. Was she waiting to take her chance when Brigit became over confident? Or was she waiting for her to tire herself out? Or was Amy actually getting pleasure from this? Or maybe all those and more?

 

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Brigit took a handful of Amy's short blonde hair and half lifted and half dragged her across the ring. She threw her arms over the top rope and hooked them through the middle ropes, trapping her opponent.

Then the blows began. To the belly first, each accompanied by a grunt from Brigit and a groan from Amy. Grunt- thud – groan. Grunt – thus – groan. Each blow harder, each grunt deeper, each groan louder. Next the girl's small tits took the blows. Left fist-right tit, right fist-left tit. On and on. Inexorable. Some of the audience were slipping away, not wanting to see the end. Others waited, transfixed, as Brigit's blows rained down on Amy's head and face. Vicious. Savage. Amy's head was slumped now, so much that Brigit had to hold her by the hair to aim at her chin. Blood dripped from the girl's nose. Blood sprayed from her mouth with each upper cut.

Finally, Brigit stood back and surveyed the damage.

'Right,' she gasped, 'where's that dildo?'

Pru was the first to notice the large damp patch on the crotch of Brigit's thong.

 

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Pru rushed to Brigit, standing between her and Amy.

'No, Brigit, no, not now. You've won, can't you see that. She can't take any more. This is over, just walk away.'

But Brigit was having none of it.

'Walk away. You cannot be serious, Pru. After what that little tart did to me. Twice. And then bragged about it, made me look a fool. I can't allow her to get away with that. No way.

Meanwhile, across the ring, other women were struggling to release Amy, some prising the ropes apart, others easing the girl's shoulders free and supporting her as she leaned back against the rope.

Amy shook her head, rubbed her sore shoulders and wipe the blood from her face with the back of her hand. She showed no sign of the aches in her tendons and muscles, no sign of the fatigue she must be experiencing as a result of the pain Brigit's onslaught had inflicted. 'Let me at her,' she spat, struggling to free herself and fly across the ring at her opponent. Wise hands held her back, but other hands were moving across the ring, moving towards Brigit who was distracted by her argument with Pru.

Before Brigit knew what was happening, she had been grabbed and restrained, while those restraining Amy released their grip, leaving her to launch herself across the ring.

Brigit saw her coming, struggled to free herself failed, and raised a foot to kick Amy away. But Amy swerved and closed fast. Everyone present knew where her attack would land, especially Brigit.

 

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'N-N-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooARRGGGGGHHHHHH.'

Brigit slumped. Only the strong arms holding her kept her on her feet.

Amy smashed a second knee into the big woman's crotch. No scream this time, just a long groan.

The groan had barely faded away before the third knee struck home.

'Pleaaaaaaaassssssssseee, stttooooooooooop.' A plea.

Brigit could take no more and that brought a smile to the faces of several of the women around the ring. A smile that was all the sweeter for the pain having been inflicted by a slip of a girl. The Alpha Female, as she was often called, had been taken down by someone less than half her size.

And that someone was by no means finished with Brigit yet. Her fists flew, flattening Brigit's tits, time and time again. Small fists but powerful punches, each eliciting a grunt and a moan, before the next smashed in. Then targeting her solar plexus, flurries of blows knocking the wind out of her opponent. There was barely a reaction now.

The women holding Brigit finally released her, letting her slump to the canvas. If they had expected Amy to stop, they were wrong. She switched to her feet, kicking and stomping on the body, which was now curled into a tight ball. Eventually Pru came behind her and wrapped her arms round her waist to lift her away.

Brigit flinched when Pru knelt beside her and put her arm across her shoulder. Her body was shaking, her face tear-stained, she was sobbing softly to herself. She was destroyed, but Amy was not yet finished.