MMA daughter vs Bimbo Step-mom

MMA vs Golddigger

My father and I had a... strained relationship, in more ways than one. I say "had" as I stood there at his grave, unable to make amends for opportunities missed. He was only 60! I thought I had more time.

I was not the traditional "Daddy's girl". In fact, I was closer to being the son he never had with my tomboy leanings of weightlifting and later MMA fighting. That said, I'm all girl, or 'woman' if you will. Even though I have visible muscle all over my 170lb tall frame, I have an hourglass figure that attracts appreciative stares. That and my short blond hair which frames my attractive face and I'm not totally undesirable! It's just that he never accepted my strength training and fighting as efforts befitting a lady.

But, the other reason for our estrangement sat at the gravesite looking totally bored, checking her nails, her makeup, her cleavage. At least she showed SOME restraint dressed in black but the boobs-revealing jacket was open almost to her navel! Her too short skirt, while she sat there primping, rose up on her shapely thighs. Plus, she could barely walk on the grass covered ground on her 5 inch heels. There was no question of her man-drool figure. She was gorgeous in that pornstar vibe. But, here she was, at my father's funeral. Brittany. My father's "trophy" wife.

I disliked her for not only what she was, a unabashed gold digger, but what she did to my father. She arrived 6 years ago in the wake of my parent's divorce. I was 19 while she was just 22. Letting that sink in, Dad was 54 years old dating this 22 year old stripper. Oh, I knew she was not a stripper but that's the sense one would take away from seeing her. She was short. 5'2". 110lbs (about which she always bragged), half of that weight seemingly in her boobs! She flaunted her tits and eyelashes at Dad and he fell for it, no matter how much I had tried to discourage the relationship. Within a year, wedding plans had been made and I soon became the ungrateful step-daughter.

At every turn she'd poison my dad to me to where I finally had to move out. She'd try to boss me around like she was the queen of the house. She acted like she was my mother. She gave me orders, assigned me tasks, all of which I ignored. She was such a bitch, Mom wasn't even allowed to attend the funeral. As the service concluded, I got up to leave not intending to even speak to her. But someone grabbed my arm turning me around. Brittany plastered a fake smile on her painted on face. Apparently the funeral of her late husband was boring her.

"Hello Dee. Such a sad day. We have some important matters to discuss and documents to sign related to your dad's estate. Maybe we should find a quiet spot to talk. I just want to put this all behind me." A storm was brewing both in the sky and in my stomach.

I looked at her with disbelief. My father wasn't even in the grave and here she was making sure his estate was properly 'disbursed'. She was getting nearly everything and it was substantial. Beautiful cars, the large house, millions of dollars but apparently the estate couldn't close until I had signed off on the comparatively small inheritance he left me. To make matters even more unreal, she pulled a clipboard and pen out of her oversized Gucci bag along with the signature papers! The nerve of the bitch!

I impatiently waved her off. "Give it a moment, Brittany. I don't have time or emotional energy for this right now. Call me, or better yet, have Dad's lawyer call me in a few days. Right now, I want to mourn my father."

"Oh come on, Nadine. This will only take a minute. You won't even have to wipe those crocodile tears off your face. Just sign this and you can have me out of your life." She thrust the clipboard at me.

Angry as hell I tore the clipboard and pen from her hands and prepared to sign... then, thought better of it. I grabbed one of her hands and squeezed tight. I pulled her to one of the back viewing rooms. No one noticed us leave and I said through gritted teeth, "Yeah, we DO have things to discuss, Brittany, but in private."

"LET GO! You're hurting my hand, Dee!"

I did let go as I pushed her hard against the glass wall of the viewing room. It was empty except for a few dozen folding chairs. The lightning and thunder rolling in mirrored my mood. Dark! Regardless of the millions my dad had, I was so short on money I had to rent my funeral jacket. I took it off and laid it carefully aside.

I had to admit, after years of working out and MMA training, my body was jacked with muscle and my arms were impressive. My tight white t-shirt looked painted on as it outlined my chest and biceps. It was also a little short and revealed my pierced belly button on my well-developed abs.

Brittany wasn't sure what was happening until I spun and grabbed her by the throat. My strength showed in my peaked biceps as I pinned her to the wall, her full boobs bouncing lightly as I shoved her there. I wish I would have captured the look in her eyes. And then, my dam broke.

"You two-bit bitch!" Uncharacteristically for me I slapped her with a backhand! "First. You steal my father!" SLAP! SLAP! "And NOW, you can't wait to get your grubby hands on his money!" SLAP! SLAP! "I've been waiting for this for 6 years, you BITCH!" SLAP! She caught my wrist which prevented the next slap surprising me! At first, she looked frightened, but with a strength that I wasn't expecting she held my hand firmly and spun us both against the large glass window.

I knew Brittany did dance workouts, hence her shapely legs but I was not prepared for her to have the strength to resist me. I mean, I was 9" taller, 50 lbs heavier and I was a trained athlete. Still, I was more than a little impressed and frankly, shocked! But, I was mad as hell and she was the object of my wrath.

I grabbed one of her arms and applied a modified arm-bar, pressing her against the glass. I can't deny I enjoyed every whimper as I pressed her big boobs against the glass wall. She swung an elbow back to retaliate and caught me square on my stomach. I smiled as the blow bounced harmlessly off.

"Nice try, MOM!" I grabbed that arm and pinned it too. I pulled up on both eliciting some tears and soft cries as she was trapped in my strong grasp. I loved pressing her tits flat against the glass while thunder rolled and lightning flashed. The weather seemed to reflect our struggle and my mood. Then, she did something I did not expect and it was a game changer.

She took one of her high-heeled feet and brought the point down on my foot. Where normally I'd be wearing boots, today I was wearing light-weight dress shoes for the funeral. I screamed out with the intense pain and was forced to release my hold on one of her arms. She managed to turn her body and brought her knee up HARD into my abs! She grabbed hold of my hair and drove another knee into the same spot! My abs are tight and molded but even so, I stumbled back soothing my sore stomach with my free hand. She had to see the look in my eyes. One of both misunderstanding and concern.

I let her hand go but she grabbed mine right back. In a move as fast as the lightning outside, she pulled on my arm while snapping her foot out! Her strong leg drove her foot deep into my belly! My God that hurt but she wasn't done as she pulled me once again and using those shapely thighs, bashed my rapidly bruising stomach, AGAIN. This time, she let my hand go and my body flew back into the glass panel.

I let out an audible grunt and my hands went immediately to my abs. I've been kicked many times in the ring but I must admit, she hurt me. I felt her approach and I'm sure my look told her everything she wanted to know. She stunned me with her legs to my strong abs. I couldn't block the slap she delivered to my face that was so hard my ears rang. My thought was, 'I just CAN'T let this bimbo beat me!'

I lunged at her with an uppercut aimed at her nose but she easily side-stepped my weak and slow effort. In the process, she stumbled giving me an opening. We grappled but it was obvious my size and strength would be too much for her until she expertly slid a foot between my legs and hip-tossed me to the floor onto a row of the wooden folding chairs. A few of the chairs crumbled to kindling as my hard body was tossed roughly onto them. I was hurting as I saw Brittany head toward me.

She stumbled again then cursing, removed her high heels exposing her dainty feet. Her blood red toenails were as inappropriate at the funeral as was her massive cleavage but I had other things to worry about as she grabbed me by the hair and somewhat effortlessly, lifted me to my feet. Before I could react, her foot flew up and cracked my jaw!

I was lifted off my feet by the force of the kick and landed hard on my back, pieces of broken chairs stabbing into me. I tasted the coppery taste of my own blood in my mouth as Brittany came to stand dominantly over me.

"You never thought my dance classes were anything but for showing off this body!" She removed her expensive jacket. As it fell off, she spread her arms to display the body Dad lusted after. And her body was amazing! Her big tits were perfectly shaped with large areola and hard nipples. The size of her tits made her tiny waist seem even smaller which widened out to her shapely hips and strong thighs.

Before I could move, she brought a foot up and STOMPED my belly! OOouufff! Despite all the thousands of sit-ups and leg raises, she was battering my hardened abs and we both knew she was doing damage.

"How are your abs feeling there, little Dee!" STOMP! My t-shirt was riding up on my stomach revealing my bare, sculpted abs! STOMP! Her bare foot landed there and pushed all the air out of my lungs as it bashed my gut!

"Maybe you should try dance lessons, Dee!" STOMP! I couldn't believe she was picking me apart so easily. I felt her toes slide up under my t-shirt and I feared she'd expose my full chest! She pressed down and the pain was beginning to get to me. How was it possible she was beating me up so easily? I NEEDED to fight back!

Brittany raised her leg for another stomp but as she brought it down I managed to catch it and push, hard. Brittany stumbled and fell over a pile of chairs and I did my best to scramble on top of her.

I managed to call on my MMA training as I rolled on top of my step-mother. I thought, 'NOW, I could do some damage!' as I pulled my fist back and caught her face two, three times causing a scratch and drawing blood! But again, to my utter surprise and disbelief, she shot a fist out and gutted me!

Normally, I'd shrug off a punch like that but after her kicks and knees to my hard belly, her fist hurt. Still, I stayed on top and pulled my fist back again to...

CRACK!

Brittany was more flexible than I anticipated. Her leg wiggled free tearing her skirt and out of my blind side, she kicked the side of my face. The kick drew more blood and tossed me back onto the broken chairs. I didn't have time to react when Brittany grabbed a handful of my short hair and pulled my face up. I feared she was going to kick the shit out of me again. I couldn't let that happen... and didn't.

I couldn't manage to pull Brittany down but I was also blocking any attempt by her to use her legs against me. Still holding my hair she pulled me, first to my knees! I couldn't seem to fight her off! She was just so strong! When she pulled me to my feet, I blasted her stomach but did no apparent damage! All I got was a grunt from her as she bent slightly. I had hoped for more. In return, she smashed my nose driving me back against the big window! My back hit it hard. The force slowed me just enough and again, her strong legs swept in a powerful arc and crashed hard against my jaw, spinning me away. I couldn't tell if the sound was a clap of thunder or her foot as it smashed the side of my head. Regardless, her legs were getting the better of me.

I made a desperate attempt to fight back with a spinning back-fist but I didn't fool her as she ducked under it. Immediately I knew what was coming! OOOuuffff! In a well-practiced karate punch, Brittany buried the heel of her hand into my already abused abs. I couldn't help but buckle from the pain! I made a move to retaliate by kneeing her in the belly but she anticipated it perfectly, caught it and tossed me roughly to the floor.

Before I could stop her, she STOMPED on my tits, not once but TWICE! Now, I really WAS in trouble as I rolled and whimpered with the pain.

Brittany walked away and I was praying she'd be done with me. In all my fights, I had never taken such a beating and so quickly. She grabbed the clipboard and pen, came back to me and said, "Let's face it. You're GOING to sign, Dee. It's only a matter of how much punishment you can take before you submit to me. And Dee? I am relishing kicking your muscled ass all around this room. Nice talk by the way."

I was a mess. My t-shirt had torn revealing my muscled stomach which she had been battering. My nose and mouth hurt and I tasted blood. But the worst casualty was my confidence. I don't know how but Brittany had so far, beaten me up and easily! All my muscles and here was my big-titted step-mom beating me like I was some inexperienced teenager.

Embarrassed and exhausted, I took the clipboard and pen intending to sign as she stood over me. Looking up at her, I could barely see her face beyond those damn perfect tits of hers! Then, I glanced down at her ass!

Her torn, shear skirt had ridden up and she didn't bother to pull it down. One ass cheek was on display as was Brittany's slutty thong. (At least it was black! And fuck! She had a great ass, too!) She was such a... AND AT HER HUSBAND'S FUNERAL! Something in me snapped. To see Brittany dressed like a 2-bit hooker, was a step too far.

"Go FUCK yourself, Bimbo! No! I won't sign!" I yelled at her as I stood, proud but shaken. I tossed the clipboard and pen at her which bounced off and clattered to the floor.

"Ya know, Dee? I was hoping you'd say that. This 'discussion' we're having is going much better than I expected and I've been wanting to try my new Zumba moves!"

Brittany's foot shot out and my reaction time had been slowed. Her right foot caught my face flush, snapping my head. But it was the kick from her left foot that slammed me into the large glass wall! My ears rung from the impact and I tasted blood from my lip.

"I guess by now you've realized my aero-kickboxing training is going well. Ya know, Dee. I just thought you'd be... tougher!" HAHAHAHA!

I tried to shake my head clear, stood up straight and threw off my torn shirt. I've looked at my body many times as I've worked out and it's pretty damn tight! Unlike many fit women however, I have a full, shapely, NATURAL chest! Not as big at The Slut's but they fit my body. Now, I looked at hers, then inadvertently down at mine. When I looked back at her, Brittany could not contain her smirk.

She took the clipboard and swung it at my head. I managed not to get my skull clobbered and I deftly threw out my own kick knocking the clipboard out of her hands. I must have caught her off guard as she stumbled a little. I was on her! It was MY turn!

One good kick to her face and I could turn this fight around. My tight body flexed as I twisted and aimed my foot at her face in a huge roundhouse kick. My spirits raised in that split second as my strong quads and rippling abs sent my foot on its way to her smug face.

I underestimated how much her pounding me had affected my speed and balance. My foot sailed just short of chin and now my momentum threw me off. As my arms cartwheeled for balance, Brittany's left knee came up and I prepared for it. Instead, she had brought that knee up for momentum! I was looking at that wrong foot as she jumped. Her right leg came up straight and as it reached it's peak, the bottom half of her leg SNAPPED her foot out and caught me flush in the face! I could feel a new flow of blood from my nose as she landed lightly back on her feet.

Thunder crashed in time to my head banging against the glass! I tried to slip away but she grabbed a handful of my short blond locks and slammed my head back against the glass! I felt her hands grip my wrists and pin my arms straight out to the sides. She waited until my head cleared slightly then rubbed her hard nipples and firm chest against mine.

There was no question as to who would win this display. Although I was taller, her tits were clearly bigger and easily shoved mine around hardening my own nipples against my will. "You know what your daddy loved? He LOVED grabbing and squeezing my tits! He LOVED how firm and round they were. So much different, so much better than YOUR mom's."

She taunted me like that for a few moments then pulled her chest off only to slam her tits against mine! It was more an exhibition of humiliation and dominance but still, with my back pinned her tits smashing mine hurt! When she finally backed up a step releasing my hands, I immediately, soothingly covered my breasts.

I couldn't even look at her but I did see her raise her knee. With my hands protecting my boobs her foot snapped out again from the knee, slapping my face! She giggled at the sight and sound then starting slapping my face back and forth with her foot! And they weren't 'love taps' either. I felt and heard each smack! I heard her irritating "Hi-YA!" as she slap-kicked my bleeding face with flexible ease, speed and power! Thunder rolled and it was an emphatic characterization of her dominance over me.

My head snapped wickedly from side to side until I stood there defenseless, dazed, unbelieving. As she turned, I half thought, half prayed she was done with me but like a prima ballerina she spun on one foot hiding the roundhouse kick. I never saw it coming. Like a bolt of the lightning outside, her foot smashed my face sending me immediately to the floor as droplets of blood from my mouth sprayed on the wall of glass.

I could hear her coming and watched her painted toenails come into my view. I looked up. The smug bitch was smiling, hands on her shapely hips. "Oh MY, Nadine! Ya know, if you ever want to be more than an MMA jobber, you gotta learn to defend yourself a bit better." AHAHAHAHA

Her laughed grated on me but she wasn't wrong. She grabbed my strong shoulders to pull me up so I tried to kick out. Much like before, she anticipated my telegraphed effort and caught my leg under her arm. Her cleavage doubled as she pulled my calf against her breast. She started to pull me in close. The only option I had right then was to catch her off-guard with an uppercut between our two pair's of breasts. It never got there.

Somehow she used her knee to cut short my punch and came back with a vicious kick to my unprotected body. My legs gave out from the force of it and once again I found myself on the floor, on the wrong end of a beating. She wouldn't allow me to rest (or pass out) as she hauled me up and banged me against glass wall, again!

She paused only to perfect her aim then sent several crushing palm strikes into my rapidly bruising abs, my ribs and my lower belly. The best I could do was grunt with each impact. I was trying to keep my breasts from being pounded but she just found other open spots to punish! I was dazed, hurting and did not see her crescent kick launched toward my face. It was like being hit with a pipe. I started to slide down the glass wall. Before I could sit on the floor though, she grabbed me by the neck and held me in place, my face about even with her tits.

She had me right where she wanted me. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the glass wall straight out to my sides. Our nipples were almost touching as I first looked down at the size difference between us. My face turned weakly up and I looked into her smiling face. I knew what was coming.

She had me pinned in place when she pulled her massive tits back only to SLAM them forward crushing mine! DAMN that hurt but I started to panic as she tauntingly started to bring her tits up toward my face! I struggled but her grip was firm on my wrists and her body was poised to smother me.

It wasn't pleasant either. She pulled her breasts back again and again SMASHED them against me but this time, her tits covered my nose and mouth, hell, my whole face. I struggled against her superior position to no avail.

"Ya gotta know, Dee, you're going to sign! The only question is how much of ME can you take?"

Weakly I said between bleeding lips, "fuck you".

She slapped me with a free hand and I repeated, "fuck you". Little droplets of blood and spittle were flying from my mouth to her chest every time I said the "F" word. She was not happy. In a smooth move, she stepped back, coiled her legs then threw her karate-style fist in controlled anger! When it battered my softening abs, I almost passed out. Damn she could powerful kicks and punches!

When she raised her voice about 50 decibels, I cringed at what was next

Brittany yanked me back up and grabbing hold of my shoulders, she SLAMMED my back into the glass! "SIGN IT!" Then she slammed me against the now rattling glass again. I shook my head slowly, defiantly. SLAM! SLAM! "SIGN IT" she screamed!

I tried to grab her and wrestle her down but she just slammed me back into the glass again for my effort. I saw an opening and sent a knee into Brittany's gut. To my utter disbelief, it didn't even phase her other than a soft grunt!

Enraged, I felt her fingers tighten on my shoulders and the angry look. I tried to fight being slammed once again into the glass but she was too strong and I was too tired and sore. This time, when my back slammed into the glass, the whole panel gave way! It landed on the grass, followed by me with Brittany falling on top, her tits pinning me down. The panel then broke into pieces as lighting flashed, thunder rolled and rain pelted us both!

Brittany crunched my nose with another of her palm-strikes, then rolled off to the side and stood. As I got up, she tore off her damaged skirt, leaving her standing in the pouring rain in only her thong. I had to admit, her body was phenomenal. Her wet breasts were spectacular but so were her legs and ass. No discernible muscle but a damn nice body.

She demanded I get up which I did and we began to circle each other. I NEEDED to do something, anything to slow her down or this fight would soon be over, my beaten body soaked in the grass. I decided now was the time.

I feinted with my left shoulder then as fast as my body would take me, I leapt up and at her with a Superman punch! THIS time, I didn't miss! My fist landed on her cheek with a satisfying CRACK!

It was a good punch and Brittany fell instantly, laid flat! I knew what I had to do and fell right on top of her straddling her tiny waist. Her face was unprotected as I yelled out against the thunder and HAMMERED her jaws with lefts and rights! I could feel her body go slack between my thighs and hit her one last time for good measure! Out cold!

I slowly got to my feet, panting, exhausted. I spat out some spit mixed with blood that landed on her flat belly.

"Take THAT, MOM! Next time, bring your fucking lawyer for back-up, then maybe, MAYBE I'll sign!" I watched briefly as rain pelted her face and chest. I turned, closed my eyes lifted my face up into the rain. I let it pour over me as it washed off the blood, sweat and humiliation of defeat. I let it pour down my chest and stomach as it soothed my beaten body.

I started wearily back to the building leaving Brittany lying in the wet grass. I was lucky and I knew it. She HAD me! She had nearly knocked me...

CRACK!

Out of nowhere, a foot, HER foot SLAMMED the side of my face! I couldn't even think, she had hit me so hard! I staggered to the side and she was on me!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! All three strikes found my jaw! Two hard, hard elbow strikes rocked me. I was a 'sitting duck' for her palm strike to my nose! All I could think was, 'How is she still standing?' and 'How could she hit me so hard'!

CRACK! CRACK! My arms were so heavy and she was beating my face at will! My face snapped side to side and I staggered back with each one! She paused only to line me up then... CRACK! She was so flexible. She landed a high kick flush on my chin! I would have fallen but my back impacted with the rough bark of a large tree!

I managed to get my hands up to protect my head. That's when her leg snapped out driving her foot into my belly! Her karate kicks were taking everything out of me. When I bent from the impact my face fell into her rain-slicked tits, my arms dangling down. Her big breasts were surprisingly soft yet firm at the same time. In my current state, I could have passed out with my face in her cleavage but she wasn't done.

She held my face there and started to break down my core even more! Three or four slow, deliberate spearing hand strikes buried deep into my once hardened belly. Somehow she was able to harden her fingers so that when she speared them into my belly, it felt like the point of a shovel digging into my abs. Thousands of sit-ups, crunches and leg raises built a ripped wall of muscle that Brittany was demolishing with one strike after another. When her knee came up into my lower belly, I thought I was finished!

I shoved her and tried to step away but before I could distance myself, she hit my face with an elbow, then another and I was wobbled on shaky knees. Her strikes were so accurate, fast and strong! Then again, I was standing right in front of her not able to provide much if any defense. She had beaten it out of me.

A palm strike to my forehead felt more like an insult than a punch but it was just a set-up. She sent my body flying back against a wall with a push kick that was unbelievably strong! I wanted to lean there and recoup but she wouldn't allow it. With each strike, whether from her hands, elbows, knees or feet she had me swaying and stumbling.

She used her hands, both left and right to spear my boobs, my lower belly. These 'spears' were incredibly painful and debilitating. One after another just stabbed my body leaving me wide open for the next one... and the next one always came. Every one found its mark stabbing me mercilessly, causing more blood to spill onto my chest, and coat her knuckles! Here I was, this big muscular athlete and fighter being schooled like a rookie by this big-titted bimbo. She was wearing me out.

In my exhaustion I tried to fight back. I tried to kick out and hit SOMETHING on her but I failed as she dodged my feeble attempt... and made me pay. My confidence was further depleted as a spinning backfist rattled my teeth. The smile on her face, coupled with my exhaustion told me she knew she didn't have to hit me with another of these powerful strikes. She wasn't just beating me, she was demolishing me!

I managed to shove her again to give me some breathing room. Dazed, head swimming, I realized how big a mistake that was when once again, her left knee rose but only to give her body momentum to jump. I was watching her left foot when, while in mid-air, her right foot just SNAPPED out and pounded my head! Her legs were both sexy and lethal. I couldn't help but fall to a knee, head hung low as blood poured from my nose.

As before, she grabs a handful of my hair and with that one strong hand, pulls me to my feet!

"SIGN THESE FUCKING PAPERS!"

"n-n-no"

She slapped my face! "SIGN AND THE BEATING STOPS!"

"f-f-fuck you" I mumbled through split and bleeding lips!

I could feel the anger build in her. Without another word, MOM started using me as her personal kickboxing heavy bag.

She used her shapely legs so effectively! Her karate and kickboxing training was paying off! When she wasn't battering my arms with crushing side kicks, she used push and jump kicks "Ooouufff! Oohhh! Oouufff!" with either leg to destroy my vaunted abs! After one particularly deep front kick to my lower belly, I bent only to have her deliver a kick straight to my face!

Blood spurted as I was sure she broke my nose! It hurt so bad but there was to time to even whimper. The next front kick was even more damaging as she snapped the ball of her foot accurately and smashed my chin, loosening some teeth from my bleeding mouth. All of this and still I felt like she was just toying with me.

I fell weakly to my knees, my face dangerously close to her tiny thong. Barely conscious, my body wavered on my knees. I could smell her musky odor when she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her soaking pussy. She rubbed her crotch all over my face, coating it with her juices. I just wanted to run and hide.

When she tired of this humiliation, she held both shoulders to steady me. She raised both her arms and with her hands taut and hard she chopped my traps on both sides of my head. The blows were so heavy and perfectly executed, my arms went numb and I wobbled once more.

I would have fallen on my own but she turned her back to me and took a step as if she were done. I actually admired her gorgeous ass which was nearly naked before me as she stepped away! I half prayed she was done... she wasn't! Without even looking, her foot shot backwards and smashed my already bloody face. This time, I had to spit out the teeth she loosened as long tendrils of blood hung from my lower lip and nose.

My arms were useless and heavy. I couldn't lift them to throw an effective punch let alone block any of her precision strikes or kicks. And when she'd knock me down, and she had several times, she'd just drag me up, sometimes propping me against a tree or wall, and she'd start in again. OR, she'd just mount me and pound away.

She stepped back to admire her work... my defeated body kneeling on the wet grass in front of her. When she raised her leg I knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it. With her thigh held straight out from her body, she held her leg, bent at the knee poised just a foot or so from my face.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! The only part of her body that moved was below her knee, turning her foot into a battering club! She really enjoyed slapping my face back and forth with her slap kicks! She generated a good deal of power in those short snaps of her foot! Not enough to knock me out, unfortunately for me, but enough to weaken and humiliate me as she displayed her dominance!

In my beaten state, I still could not get beyond how thoroughly and easily she crushed me. My muscles weren't enough. My training wasn't enough. My youth wasn't enough. My step-mom was just better, stronger, faster. I had not stood a chance.

Brittany paused only to prop me up. She got into the traditional karate stance right in front of me. Knees slightly bent, her near naked body and arms looking like coiled springs! Through swollen eyes I stared at her undeniable voluptuousness. Her breasts were so full, firm, perfect and yes, better than mine! Then, she struck! In perfect karate form her hardened fists shot straight out from her waist, pounding me at the very peak of their power!

"HI-YAH!" "HI-YAH!" "HI-YAH!" "HI-YAH!"

A left to my chin! A right to my jaw! A left to my belly! A right to my tit! Rinse and repeat! These straight karate punches rocked my head over and over and when it wasn't a punch or kick, she'd bury her knees my broken abs! My once hardened 6-pack had been crushed to a softened, bruised pillow. I could have puked she was hitting me so often, so hard, and still she did not stop.

MOM dragged me to my feet only to once again, prop me against the big oak tree. Frankly, I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, except maybe to sleep at her hands!

She put a hand casually on my tit and pressed me firmly against the tree. "You know, daughter, I have to thank you. I've been itching to see how I would react in a real fight using my new-found training. What do you think?"

When I didn't answer right away, she backhanded my face with her free hand.

"No, no, no. Can't go to sleep yet, Dee! PAY ATTENTION! I'M TALKING HERE! As I was saying, not only am I thrilled at how well my training has paid off, I couldn't be happier it was your smug face and muscled body I got to use my skills on!"

Ooufff!

A hard karate-like spear punch ravaged my beaten gut. I would have folded but she pushed on my tit and pinned me upright again. My head was swimming. It should have been ME! It should have been me pummeling her mercilessly! I had the muscles! I had the MMA training! She was just some big-breasted bimbo who took some gym classes! But I could not deny, she was better than me. She was pounding it into me... she was the better woman. Today, there was no question, as tears mixed with blood and rain, washed over my face.

"You puke on me and you won't have a rib unbroken. Are you listening dear daughter?

After several minutes of her making mincemeat of my once attractive face, her next sequence nearly put me down for good. It started with a "HI-YAH!" to my jaw! My arms swung like pendulums as my body turned with the impact. She grabbed my shoulders and drove the point of her knee into my belly once, twice, three times! Each time my body lifted slightly off the ground! I was nearly out on my feet when her right elbow came over my shoulder and hit my left eye, flush! It split my skin wide open and I went down like a sack of potatoes, lying in the wet grass and mud, moaning in pain and humiliation.

She let me lie there as I saw her turn, go inside to her bag and pull out her phone. She came back with that incessant smile and said, "Oh hon! I just HAVE to get this next one on camera. You're gonna want to see this!" Before she set it up she took some pics and videos of me lying in a pool of blood, water and mud, giggling as she did.

"And this is my muscle-bound, MMA superstar step-daughter Nadine. Yeah, that's her there on the ground and just guess who put her there? Yep! Little ol' big-titted me! I've kicked the shit out of her. AHAHAHAHA. Now, watch this new move I've perfected!"

She placed the camera out of the rain just off to the side and set it rolling. She came for me and like several times before, yanked me up by my hair and stood me up. I could barely stand as she glanced at the camera then turned to face me.

She paused only to give me time to recover slightly. I tried to raise my fists thinking she'd target my face again. Instead, Brittany lifted her right leg straight up into the air like a ballerina, pointing her toes to the sky. She was amazingly supple. She held her leg there, balanced perfectly, then...

THWOMP! Her heel came down on her fully extended leg and CRUSHED my left shoulder! I recognized the axe kick but had never taken a hit from one! The pain was excruciating and the force drove me instantly to the ground!

She stood over me as I lay on my back. I felt droplets of rain hit and bounce off my chest! I looked up at her! Hands on hips, she shook those big gravity-defying breasts of hers, tossing water droplets off. A perfect visual for a porno! Her nipples were hard and pointing up off two brown areola. Again, I had to admit, her body was off-the-charts hot!

She knelt down and mounted me and as she did a bolt of lightning and crack of thunder split the night air announcing her dominance. She bent only slightly at her tiny waist positioning her gorgeous tits so that the rain water dripped off her nipples and fell into my gaping mouth. I coughed and spit a little, shaking my head in moot protest.

She made sure to trap my arms at my sides with her strong thighs. As she sat up, her hard nipples on her perfect tits continued to drip rain water, seductively. Her hair was wildly tousled with a few strands covering her face sexily! And yes, there was no question about her looking sexy. That killer body, the wild hair, she was every man's wet dream and my current nightmare.

My face would have been a bloody mess had it not been raining so hard. It would be black and blue for weeks.

She slapped me awake. "Ya know, Dee" CRACK! She hit my face with a hard crossing HI-YAH! "I've wanted to fight you for some time." CRACK! Her left palm strike Hi-YAH followed the previous right. "But frankly, I was always scared of your muscular body." THUMP! THUD! THUD! She alternated her hands spearing deeply into my belly and tits. "I always figured you were too tough to fight." CRACK! CRACK! An elbow followed by another rocked my face! "I guess I was wrong!" AHAHAHAHA! CRACK! She punctuated her laugh with another crushing palm strike to my jaw.

"I'm so glad we've had alone time to have this little talk. Let's do it again sometime, shall we? AHAHAHA! I just wish your father were around to see his tough, tomboy daughter getting the shit kicked out of her by his hot-as-fuck wife! We would have made furious love after this fight, Dee. I'd have fucked him multiple times while thinking of how I kicked your ass!"

Brittany bent over, my eyes widening with the realization of what she was about to do. She rubbed her firm-as-fuck tits on my face! Back and forth she stuffed her rock hard nipples into my face, my mouth. In another setting, I might have even enjoyed it, but not today... not her.

She got up only to grab one of my arms, placed it between her legs, my wrist between her boobs. I didn't know what was happening until she flopped onto her back and yanked my arm in a painful arm-bar.

"Arrrgghhh!" That moan was the best I could do. She had me for as long as she desired. I was trapped as she applied more and more leverage. For the first time since the fight began, a tear escaped my eyes. Maybe 25% pain and 75% humiliation. I just couldn't understand how she could beat me up.

After about a minute of working my arm, she let go only to transition to my other arm. She locked it with her arms and again applied a strength I would never have guessed she possessed. "AAARRGGHHH!" Again I moaned as I slapped at my arm ineffectively.

"How are those big muscles of yours doing down there, Nadine?" She yanked on it again and I felt my bicep and elbow strain painfully. "They're not doing you much good are they?"

I had to admit she was right. Even with my fitness level and muscular body, I was no match for her today, if ever.

Again, after a minute or so she yanked one more time to inflict more pain then threw my limp arm into the mud. Now, tears flowed freely from my face hidden by the rain. I sure didn't want her to see me cry from her dominance over me.

She sat down beside me and lifted my head and shoulders by my hair. I offered no resistance. She slid one leg under my back and although I knew what was coming, I was too tired, too beaten to stop her. She locked her ankles together as her legs locked around my waist. Then, she squeezed!

It was one thing that she had paid particular attention to beating my stomach. It was a whole 'nother thing when she applied a scissor to squeeze those battered muscles to mush! "Uuuugghhhh!" She not only squeezed, she pulsed her shapely legs and I felt her power drain me further. I winced as I slapped at her thighs with both fists! With each pulse, I threw my head back in pain. It was no use to fight her. I was not getting out of this vice until she let me out.

After another minute, she released me kicking me in the ribs to role me off her leg! She got up and grabbed me by the throat! I wouldn't have thought it possible but with one arm she lifted my 170lb body to my feet. Again, slaps against her hand were completely ineffective. She forced me backwards and slammed me against the big tree. I leaned heavily, barely awake, her hand still around my throat. She used her free hand to slam her palm into my jaw and my broken nose. If not for her strength to hold me in place, I would have collapsed.

I had seen videos of karate practitioners wielding their hardened fingers and hands like a knife blade. She had become very good at it. Over and over, her straightened fingers speared my belly. I started to gag but she put an end to that with one more palm strike to my exposed jaw!

She released her hold on my throat and took a step back.

Once more she turned sideways to me, lifted her knee then kicked her foot out smashing my face. With amazing balance, control and strength, she never lowered her leg but instead, shoved the hard edge into my throat! Immediately I gasped looking for even a small breath of air. She gave me ONE then reapplied her foot's edge! She did this a couple of times, even checking her nails as she choked me against that fucking tree!

I've faced a lot of women in the ring and octagon. Their feet were calloused from all their training, as were mine. But not Brittany's. The skin on her dainty foot was soft. Her toenails retained their painted beauty even after delivering one kick after another to my face and body.

Weakly I begged, "please stop... finish me."

Brittany spun me around pressing my tits against the wet, rough bark of the oak. She grabbed an arm and wrenched it up and behind my back! The move thrust my chest harder against the veiny bark and stretched my bruised abs. I had to get on my tiptoes to relieve any of the pressure.

"You ready to sign now, Dee, or do I have to break this arm.?"

I felt the tears flow as I whimpered, "Yes. I'll sign. I'll sign. Just don't beat me any more!"

Her laugh grated on me as she grabbed me by the hair and marched me back into the viewing room. She had to practically drag me I was so sore and tired... but drag me she did. She tossed me to the floor where I cradled into a fetal position, holding my aching body. She picked up the clipboard and pen from the floor and brought them over to me.

I hated it when she lifted me by my hair. It just spoke to her complete dominance of me and my complete surrender to her. She pulled me to my knees. That was as far as I could go and she threw the clipboard at me.

I grabbed the pen, signed, then dropped them both to the floor.

MOM stood over me, arms folded under her beautiful chest, her thong clad ass taut and round. Her hair was tousled and her slightly bloody lip made her look as tough as I found out she was. She looked like the porn star I've always imagined she was prior to meeting Dad. I looked up at her, my utter defeat complete.

In stark contrast, out of the cleansing rain, my face was once again covered in blood! I bent at the waist and coughed up a wad of blood hoping she hadn't caused some internal injuries.

"One last thing, Dee. This legal battle is, OVER! You'd better not give me any trouble or we'll have to have another of these wonderful talks! Understood?"

I didn't answer right away so she pulled my face up and hammered me in the mouth with another one of her palm strikes. My eyesight dimmed as stars danced in my vision.

"UNDERSTOOD?"

I nodded, reluctantly. I had no choice. She pulled me to my feet and I swayed drunkenly. I picked up and held out the clipboard but instead of taking it, MOM leapt into her signature jump kick. Her leg snapped impossibly fast and it SMASHED my face! The force of it sent me flying backward, landing painfully on one of the few unbroken chairs... unbroken until I landed on it leaving me in a pile of splintered rubble. The clipboard flew out of my hands across the room but all I saw was stars.

I closed my eyes as I heard her footsteps walked over to the clipboard and she picked it up. I opened my swollen eyes a slit to see her sliding into her jacket which hid little of her enormous cleavage. I saw her flip her hair and heard her laugh as she turned and headed to the door. The last I saw of her that day, thankfully, was her perfect ass. Her skirt was destroyed so all she wore underneath the short jacket was her 'barely there' thong. As I passed out, I watched her leave with a regal sense of confidence in her step. At the door, she turned back to me, smiled, blew me a fake kiss and left. That was the last I heard or saw that day as I passed out from the beating she had laid on me.

Someone who later came to my aid asked where Brittany had gone. She had driven off in Dad's car, burning rubber all the way down the funeral home driveway as she waved a nonchalant hand 'good-bye' to anyone who was watching. People said she was laughing as she raced away. Later that week I found out she had submitted the paperwork and was already drawing cash out of the account. I suspect in her mind she was first spending the money that was to be mine... not that there was anything I could do about it.

The big-titted bimbo had convincingly beaten me up and I had no desire to repeat that beating anytime soon!

The end.

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