Charmcaster feuds with Gwen

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Two rock monsters rose from the sea and sent startled bathers scurrying for safety. The beach shook as the two brutes waded slowly ashore. Thirty seconds ago all had been peaceful. Sunworshipers adorned the golden sand and one or two gulls glided gracefully above in the thermals. Now, in the crashing horror of the rock monsters arrival, everyone ran. Everyone that is except one girl. She stood her ground, water droplets running down her oiled skin, shapely legs set in a defensive stance. She turned her head to look up at the monsters, sweeping her mane of red hair from her face. Someone ran past her calling for her to run, but the girl just narrowed her eyes and stretched out her palm. She was slim. pretty, and fitted out the little black bikini quite perfectly. Hardly a match for a lumbering rock monster called from the depths of the earth by the foulest kind of magic.

"Come on you big brainless boulder!" she called. Unbelievably as the beast fell upon her a pink light shone out from the girlls hand and seemed organically almost to wrap itself around the creatures body, levitating it up and away as if the beast weighed no more than the air itself.

It hovered above the sea stupidly clawing at the air with its arms and legs, while the girl looked about her for sight of the person she knew to be behind the rock monters disturbing appearance.

Too late the girl felt the breath of the second rock monster on her back. It swept her up in its granite paw, and roared into her face. The blast of fetid air caused the girl to gag and close her eyes. She shook her head and was about to use her magic again when the beast flung her against a dune. She was winded but the soft sand saved her from more serious injury. As her eyes cleared she realised that another girl sttod before her.

"You know how they like to play darling" said the second girl.
"I do hope they weren't too rough with you".

Gwen took a sharp intake of breath, scanning her eyes over the tall athletic blonde facing her.

"You colored your hair?" said Gwen.

Charmcaster smiled, and looked up and down Gwen Tennyson's body.

"And haven't you grown up my dear"

On the now deserted beach, the rock monsters having rumbled off down the promenade, the two arch rivals faced each other, looking for a flaw in the near perfect beauty both girls possesed. Charmcaster was the taller, and perhaps the more strongly built. Combined with her statuesque figure her feline face gave her an amazon like quality. Gwen, with her slender fitness model figure, doe eyed face and mane of wild aubern hair looked the more fragile, but the fire in her eyes said something of her spirit.

"I love the bikini" said Charmcaster prodding a finger into Gwen's chest.

Gwen backed up a step, knowing that Charmcaster's costume of silver and purple was the perfect outfit to show off the girl's figure. It exposed much of the blonde's golden skin in all the right places, and Gwen though hating to admit it,was impressed.

"You don't stand a chance against me you know that don't you. You never could beat me. Here we are again though and maybe you will be able to surprise me," said Charmcaster. She reached out and gripped Gwen's left arm.

TBC

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Gwen squealed as Charmcaster's strong fingers tightened around her upper arm, squeezing into her muscle.
"Get back to your tower Heather!" Gwen snapped at her.....twisting in Charmcaster's grip.
"You dare!" gasped Charmcaster, gripping hold of Gwen's other upper arm and shaking her.
"Uuugh" gasped Gwen feeling the strength in the blonde's grip.
The villainess roughly shook Gwen, then threw her down to the sand. Gwen coughed and came to her hands and knees, while Charmcaster walked around her fuming.
"I warned you!" said the blonde, lashing a kick into the smooth flesh if Gwen's side and sending Gwen rolling over moaning.
Charmcaster followed her and rammed her heel down onto the area just between Gwen's ribcage and her hips on her side. The blow caused Gwen to gasp out loud and sink back down on her belly.
Charmcaster looked over her potential targets. The legs were vulnerable, espercially the backs of the tighs. The arms too. The villainess let her gaze settle on Gwen's waist and lower back. Gwen had a delightfull narrow waist, and beautifully sculpted belly and stomach. Charmcaster decided to concentrate her blows there.

The blonde flipped Gwen over, and stomped down onto Gwen's waist hard, grinding her boot into Gwen's smooth skin. Then hauling the redhead to her feet, Charmcaster hit Gwen with a combination of crisp punches all to the belly. Gwen put up no defence. The punches thudded into her body. Charmcaster had to grab the girl by the neck to stop her from collapsing to the sand again.

With Gwen unable to offer any resistence already, having been totally surprised by the strength of Charmcaster's assault, it was one way traffic now. Charmcaster positioned Gwen against the side of a beach hut, and started to really soften her up with combinations of lefts and rights into her stomach and lower belly. Gwen shook as the blows beat into her. Her mental resistence enabled her to stay on her feet and take Charmcaster's beating. Oh but how she beat her. Charmcaster's fists crunched into Gwen's sleek body. Gwen's belly was being completely pulverised.

But then, sirens were heard and the local police were on the scene. The two girls were out of their sight at present behind the beach hut, but it wouldn't be long before they were spotted. Charmcaster tightened her lips, not wanting to waste energy on the police. She had perhaps a couple of minutes more to make Gwen not fotget this day. A knee to the belly, and having turned Gwen, two blistering punches to the kidneys. Turn her again, and a cracking right to the navel, a left to the solar plexus, and another right to the lower belly. A left to the ribs, a right to the navel, and a knee burying itself in a shapely thigh. A left to the navel, and a right to the lower belly. A left to the ribs, knee to the thigh, right to the face. A left right combination to the navel, and several knees burying themselves in the smooth belly.....and the coup de grace....an uppercut to the chin with turned out Gwen's lights.

The police found Gwen laying unconscious on the sand, by which time Charmcaster was gone. She had awaked within her the burning desire to make Gwen, the lovely Gwen, suffer at her hands. She knew the feeling well, and once awakened it would need to be fed.

She returned to the tower, and continued her training. Today she had surprised Gwen and beaten her with ease but she was uncertain whether it would be quite so easy next time.

TBC

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Charmcaster had begun to think about where she might challenge Gwen again. She knew that despite taking a beating, the Tennyson girl would never back down, and would never resist setting herself against her arch rival. The athletic blonde villainess allowed her fascination with Gwen to grow until it pretty much dominated her every thought. At times she asked herself why she was so hung up on Gwen Tennyson, but the answers were just to deep. It was enough that Gwen was here, and that Gwen would come to face her when challenged.

In the meantime Charmcaster took her favourite plaything from her home and teloported her directly into her practice ring deep inside the tower. She watched Fiona Taylor gazing around her wide eyed. Her hair had grown a little longer than last time thought Charmcaster, and she is in perfect shape. Fiona wore tight designer jeans and a fitted top which showed off her figure nicely. Ankle boots helped give her a model like stance. Her face shone, those eyes sparkling, the teeth dazzling.

"welcome Fiona. I'm sure you remember me from our little tussle on the beach a few months ago".

Fiona remembered all too well.

"I need to practice my fighting skills so that I am on the top of my game when I next meet Gwen Tennyson, anf you my lovely are going to help me."

"But how?" gasped Fiona, as Charmcaster approached her.

"Like this!" said the villainess sweeping Fiona to the mat with her shapely left leg.

The blonde tugged Fiona's tightly fitted knitted top, pulling it up over her head and arms, until she had it free to fling out of the ring. Fiona struggled but Charmcaster was the stronger.

"That's better" said the blonde looking over Fiona's nipped in waist and smooth taut belly.

"Now that's the body I remember" she added laughing. "Now the jeans please".

Fiona redenned but did as she was told, slipping the jeans off .

"Now put this on" said Charmcaster throwing Fiona a black bikini. "I'll even turn away".

In a minute or two Fiona was ready, wearing the two piece wrestling costume, which was nothing more than a glamorous bikini which displayed her lovely body to maximum effect.

If anything, Fiona Taylor in a bikini was a more alluring prospect that Gwen Tennyson, and Charmcaster was in her element knowing that she had the afternoon to play with her.

Fiona worked out, played tennis, jogged, and did gym work. She was a very fit and very beautiful young woman. She tried hard to compete with Charmcaster as they wrestled.

TBC

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Fiona's trouble was she played by the rules, and against Charmcaster that was a big mistake. Fit as she was, Fiona was continually caught out by Charmcaster resorting to moves not usually associated with pro wrestling. If Fiona managed to wrestle herself into a good position, Charmcaster would bury her closed fist in Fiona's navel. Not just the once, but again and again those closed fists would hammer the Fiona Taylor body. The brunette would fall to her knees and take thunderous knees and kicks to her slender torso. Then Charmcaster would revert to applying text book submission holds to various parts of the Fiona Taylor anatomy. Charmcaster was a clever and resourceful fighter, knowing exactly when to mix up the pro moves with the illegal closed fist work. Without a referee of course Charmcaster could foul as much as she liked, so as the fight drew on the illegal use of the closed fist tended to increase. Charmcaster began using it to tenderise Fiona's softer body parts.

After about twenty minutes of action Charmcaster was well on top of Fiona. Another session of good solid punches into the Fiona Taylor stomach had the brunette flopping back into the ropes with her head lolling back. Charmcaster stepped in and went to work on Fiona's torso, lashing it with lefts and rights, working up and down the body. Fiona shuddered and jiggled in the ropes as Charmcaster worked her over, taking a torrent of closed fist blows to her stomach. The taller blonde was working up quite a sweat as she leathered Fiona's stomach, looking into the pretty brunette's face as she punched her. She saw the resignation in her eyes, the futility of further resistence, and the acceptance of her situation. Still Charmcaster did not see what she wanted, fear. With a grimace the villainess drove an elbow into Fiona's chest, then hooked up into Fiona's belly. Fiona shook enticingly. Charmcaster lashed the contents of Fiona's bikini top. Again she tipped Fiona's head back and looked into her eyes. Now she saw fear. With a vicious last series of closed fist blows to the Fiona Taylor body, Charmcaster gave a long breath out and stood panting close to the beaten brunette draped over the ropes. Charmcaster felt high on adrenalin, delighting in her own physical superiority, and knowing that once sampled the thrill of fighting with Fiona Taylor was intoxicationg and irresistable.

She had Fiona cleaned up and applied a special healing oil to her body. A mind altering spell would cause Fiona to forget her ordeal, and in just a short while she would be ready to take to the ring again if Charmcaster desired.

Looking down at her costume Charmcaster decided on some modifications, and went off to attend to her attire.

Meanwhile. some miles away, Gwen was working out at the gym. Next time Charmcaster showed up, she was determined to be ready.

TBC

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Ben winced as he saw Gwen thrown once again into a crumbling wall. The rock monsters were having a field day with her.

"Keep out Ben", Gwen had insisted. This is between me and Charmcaster, and don't you dare tell Kevin. He has history with her which I do not want repeated.

So Ben was keeping out of it.

A ragged Gwen staggered to her feet in a cloud of dust and debis, only to be grabbed again by one of Charmcaster's beasts and hurled across the courtyard into a shed designed to hold student's bikes. The redhead crashed into the structure half destroying it. Her clothes were a mess, each impact shredding and ripping them a little more. Her hair was wildly strewn across her face, and she carried several marks from the blows she had taken.

Two monsters stood over her as she stumbled groggily from the wreckage, waiting patiently to perform their master's instructions. One lifted Gwen by the arms and held her aloft, dangling in mid air, top flapping open exposing the taut stretched stomach and belly. Gwen squealed and struggled, while the second monster moved in.

Ben grimaced as he saw the second monster start to hammer its massive fist into Gwen's exposed midriff, setting her jiggling like a puppet suspended by her arms from the first monster.

Again and again the monsters pounded Gwen's lovely body, moving slowly but surely, until the red head hung limp, and the only movement was the quivering of her chest as the blows impacted against her belly.

With a sigh Ben was about to reveal himself and save the day once again, when suddenly, a pinkish energy blast enveloped the monster which had its fist clenched and was about to drive it into the gap between the two flapping halves of Gwen's top. It shook violently and a quizical expression passed across its face. It was quite comic. Ben stood back and saw the monster begin to crumble apart before his eyes.

The first monster was too stupid to understand what was happening but reacted as you might expect, violently. It swung Gwen by the arms and drove her down into the remnants of the bike shed, then stood back and watched.

From within the smoke and dust, Gwen tasted blood from a burst lip, and her eyes burned bright. Ignoring the pain she forced herself to her feet and reached out. A blast of energy rammed into the remaining monster sending it tumbling back into the school cafeteria building. Gwen emerged, battered, her top in tatters, covered in dust, and rising up on her pink stepping stones she charged at the last monster, using her magic to send it back to where it had come from in a plume of smoke and dust.

Realising she had won, Gwen was suddenly overcome with the strain of combat and sank to her knees breathing hard.

Ben strolled out from hiding and helped her up placing his arm around her waist.

"Nice one cousin" he said patting her on her bum.
He looked her up and down.
"You might want to clean up though"

Gwen grimaced and flicked at Ben's ear, and the two of them strolled back to the car, leaving behind approximately $0.5m of damage to the school buildings which would have the makings of a very interesting insurance claim.

TBC

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Back in their hideaway base Ben showed Gwen a new device which had arrived that day. It was a large plexiglass box, taller than a person, about 4 feet by 4 feet square at the base, with a door which shut seamlessly with the walls. It had a sort of grip on the floor, but other than that it was completely clear.

Ben winked at Gwen. "Know what it is?" he asked her. "Let me show you a video." Ben flicked on his notebook computer and showed the amazed Gwen a video of a morning news item from the UK. A rather attractive looking brunette newscaster called Susanna R was getting into the box and talking and pointing. Ben had the sound off so Gwen couldn't hear what she was saying. In the next shot you see a big muscular amazon woman in a one piece swimsuit going into the plexi box, then Susanna, now wearing a red bikini and liberally oiled gets in too. The door closes. It then becomes obvious what is done in the box as the ammazon turns the bikini clad presenter and flattens her belly first against the glass. Holding her steady the amazon beats a couple of forearm smashes into the tv presenter's back, then pushes her thigh into Susanna's bum. The camera shows Susanna's face. What a picture. The amazon flips her round, splays the beauty against the glass wall and presses into her body, clearly having fun. Unfortunately the big amazon seemed to forget it was breakfast time and that her opponent was the famous Miss R and she beat her ham like fist several times into Susanna Rs belly. Even with Susanna in trouble and help on its way the amazon continued to punch the gorgeous presenter, hitting her at will in the confines of the fight box.

"That would be me and you if we did this" said Ben.

"Yeah with me doing the punching!" said Gwen crossly.

"Come on then, lets see" said Ben.

A few minutes later Ben, in shorts, stood looking slightly down at his lovely cousin Gwen who looked stunning in a black bikini and oodles of oil. They closed the door and realsed it was designed to be big enough to swing punches in but not big enough to be able to dodge them.

Gwen tried to jab at Ben but he expertly blocked and chopped down into Gwen's neck. She gasped, surprised. Ben had grown over the last year and was now rather taller than Gwen and certainly outweighed her by 30 pounds or so. She tried to slip sideways but the glass stopped her. Ben pressed Gwen into the glass and punched her in the belly again and again. She just couldn't get away, and realised that strength counted for more than speed in this plexi glass box. Ben smiled as he began using both fists and working up and down Gwen's body, pummeling her. He turned her belly first to the glass and began to beat Gwen's kidneys and lower back with lefts and rights, lashing Gwen with both his fists. She slumped a little but couldn't fall. Ben hammered her relentlessly, pummeling Gwen's bikini clad body from all angles.

30 minutes later Ben dragged a semi conscious Gwen from the box and threw her on the bed.

"You'd better rest up, we have work to do later" he said, smiling meanly, and slapping her bared bum cheek hard as he walked past.

TBC

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When Gwen came to and looked at herself in the mirror and saw the marks on her body made by Ben's fists she was furious. She wanted revenge but wasn't too keen to get back in the plexi glass box with Ben just yet.

A few days later after she had fully recovered the door bell sounded, and it was Julie looking radient in tight jeans and cropped top, looking for Ben.

Gwen smiled and though to herself that this was her opportunity. She had never fought Julie before, and she knew Julie was fit from being a tennis player. She had a perfect body too. Was she a fighter though? Gwen doubted it.

Soon after inviting Julie in she had talked the pretty thing into a skimpy bikini and was busy oiling her up laying her out on her bed on top of a large beach towel.

Gwen wore her usual little bikini and found an interesting way to move some of the oil from Juie's body on to her own. Julie was a little surprised but did not complain.

Gwen led Julie into the plexi glass box and closed the door, and for a minute or so the two bikini clad girls just moved round the sides of the glass box clasping hold of each others arms and nervously laughing.

Then Gwen freed her right arm and splattered some oil droplets from Julie's navel with her clenched fist. Julie gasped and hit back, her knuckles thudding into Gwen's ribcage.

The two looked into each others eyes, not laughing any more. Julie pulled her fist back but Gwen slammed her back into the glass wall and took her by the hair. Gwen repeatedly drove Julie's head back into the glass, and pushed her body forwards and against Julie's pinning her between her body and the glass. Gwen's body slipped and slid against Julies with the layer of oil between them. Next, Gwen shot her knee up into Julie's thigh. Julie moaned and tried to push free. Gwen hit her with a short hooked right into the belly. Julie rallied and tore back at Gwen, lashing Gwen with a few good clean hits to the body. Gwen took the blows well and retaliated with an uppercut to the bikini top. Julie gasped and hit Gwen across the face stinging her and making her wipe her hand across her mouth to test for blood. Off guard, Gwen took another punch into her ribcage, and another which blasted into her belly. Julie was on pure adrenalin, her heart beating fast as she tried to subdue Gwen. She tried to slide sideways to avoid a jab from Gwen, but ran into a curled hook which smacked into the centre of Julie's oiled belly. Gwen took a deep breath and lashed again at Julie's chest, her fists smacking into their targets perfectly. Julie shook and moaned out loud trying to raise a guard. Gwen pushed it aside and curled another two uppercuts into the contents of Julie's bikini top feeling just how deliciously firm the contents were against her fist. This was tough but fun. Julie had not given up yet though and managed to fire two good rights hard into Gwen's lower abdomen which definitely slowed her down. Julie tried to find the same target with her knee but Gwen rammed her elbow down into the raised thigh, and hammered a couple of solid punches deep into Julie's taut belly......


BC Who should win? Over 60 hits by tomorrow Julie, under 60 Gwen. I'd do a poll but nobody would bother responding.

Some way off Ben was at home reading a story on this message board in the Other Fiction section.....He was a big Star Wars fan and was enjoying the story about Padme.

All for now....

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The total views for this thread is still under 60 so noone wanted Julie to win?

Julie gasped, but tensed her stomach just before Gwen's fist thudded into her.

Gwen grabbed Julie by the hair and held her face up. She held it steady then drew back her right fist. Julie struggled her eyes wide. Gwen smashed her fist across Julies mouth, and drew it back again, waiting until she had positioned Julies face just right. This time Julie didn't struggle, and she closed her eyes in resignation. Gwen punched hard into Julie's cheek snapping her face to the side.

This was tough on Gwen's knuckles, so the redhead moved to softer more inviting targets.

With Julie temporarily subdued Gwen turned her round so that Julie was belly first pressed against the glass wall. She had time to look over Julie's perfect bikini clad body and choose her next target.

In the confines of the plexi glass box Gwen pressed herself into Julie's oiled ass cheeks to pin her against the glass, then slid her hands around Julie's ribcage and up inside the bikini top. Her hands slid easily over Julies oiled skin, and found their twin targets. Gwen began to knead the firm oily mounds until she made Julie moan and sob in pain and desperation.

"Please no" whispered Julie.

Gwen released one mound and pulled out her right hand, curling it into a fist. She taunted Julie pressing her knuckles into Julie's lower back, while her left hand continued to knead away inside Julies bikini top.

Julie moaned some more, and again summoned up some energy to try to squirm free. Gwen just slapped herself hard into Julie's ass cheeks, and held her firm. She started using her right fist to beat into the smooth skin of Julies lower back, hammering her fist into each side of Julie's spine, feeling it smack wetly into the slick meat. The redhead breathed hard as she beat her fist methodically into the beatifully sculpted narrowest part of Julie's flawless back, tenderising the flesh and making Julie wince in pain.

Gwen pressed and squirmed herself against that oiled ass ramming herself into it and really enjoying herself. She had to admit Julie really did have a stunning body and in a skimpy bikini Julie was ridiculously hot.

Gwen needed to slow things down again to get her breath back. She drew her right fist back and flexed it.

Again Gwen slid her hands over Julie's glistening skin and reached round that tiny 22" waist for Julie's stomach. She dipped a finger into Julie's pretty navel, then opened up both hands and clawed her sharply nailed fingers into Julie's vulnerable bare stomach squeezing the light muscles in a kneading motion.

After a minute, it became a one handed stomach claw, as the other hand climbed up Julie's oiled torso and again slid under the bikini top and closed around the sizeable mound she found inside. Gwen tightened her hold, and then began to knead the smooth oily meat.

Gwen used the twin claw hold very effectively on Julie. She was able to soften up Julie in this way without tiring herself out.

Gwen worked Julie over in this way for a good five minutes. All the time she kept mashing herself into Julie's squidgy oiled ass cheeks to keep the bikini clad beauty pinned against the glass.

Had anyone entered and watched the goings on in the glass fight box at this stage they might have been forgiven for thinking that it was not the physical fight that Gwen had intended. Something rather more than 13 rated possibly. But in Gwen's mind this was still a contest, still a fight, and she wanted to win. Fighting a beautiful girl was cool though.

TBC

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After a good long session mashing Julie into the glass from behind Gwen turned her abruptly and slugged the tennis star in the tummy. It caused Julie to curl forwards but there was no escape. Gwen held Julie's arm out of the way and pounded her other fist into Julie's belly. The young brunette gasped and coughed, but lacked the ability to defend herself. She quivered and shook as Gwen began to lash her uper body two fisted.

Gwen curled several well timed deliberate uppercuts into the contents of Julie's bikini top, then hooked into the weakened mounds compressing them against Julie's ribs, and splitting the bikini top apart so that almost three quarters of Julie's left mound was visible.

Gwen then targeted the left mound, hitting it with crosses and uppercuts for several minutes, edging Julie closer and closer to defeat!

TBC

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Gwen was enjoying herself. It was not always fun getting into fights, but she was really enjoying fighting like this with a beatiful girl in the plexi glass fight box.

Gwen's fists smacked into the oily mound working it over, while Julie moaned and shook. Gwen deliberately targeted the bared parts where the bikini top had shredded away, her knuckles driving directly into the smooth oiled meat rather than into the material encasing the rest of the mound.

It was a brutal way to beat Julie but easy on the knuckles and fun to do. Julie was faltering now, her head lolling from side to side.

Gwen continued to work over the left side of Julie's chest, lashing her fists into the curves of Julie's quivering mound, expecting that the pummelling would soon see Julie finished.

Amongst the concentration of punches to the now fully exposed oily mound Gwen mixed in some blistering belly punches. The fists smacked again and again into the stunning teenager churning over her beautiful body, until at last, Gwen stood back and let Julie fal to her knees.

Julie was barely conscious, but Gwen was able to lead her into her bedroom where she threw her down on her belly across her bed. She could change the oiled sheets up later, who cared. She had beaten Julie and still had the urge for more.

She had enjoyed her revenge over Ben and couldn't wait to brag about how she thrashed Julie in the fight box Ben had installed.

Meanwhile, also planning her next moves was Charmcaster. This young villainess intended to introduce lovely Gwen once again to her rock monsters after the fun of their recent encounter at school.

The End for now

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Charmcaster has argued long and hard with her uncle the demented madman Hex, over why she spent so much of her time trying to inflict pain and humiliation on the lovely Gwen Tennyson.

There was no point in trying to reason it. She simply was driven to do battle with Gwen, and to spend a lot of her time conjoring up new and exciting ways to beat her. What gave her most pleasure though was to physically beat Gwen, without using magic potions or mind control, or any of the other powers she could draw on. Watching Gwen being beaten was also enjoyable for her, though nothing surpassed the personal experience of punching Gwen and hearing her gasps and grunts.

Practising her abilities with her slave's improved her abilities further. She had collected a number of slaves by now, her current favourite being the beautiful brunette Fiona.

She also had a lovely blonde called Sharon, who possed a mouth watering body and lovely long curly blonde hair. Today as she looked outside and saw the snow falling, she felt like a work out with Sharon rather than Fiona.

So, a little later, after a warm up session in the gym, Charmcaster looked across the ring at the lovely Sharon. The blonde with the flawless smooth honey skin wore a simple white bikini and white ankle boots displaying her lovely curvacious toned body. Her face dazzled, her body was gorgeous. A long neck, shapely shoulders, full round breasts jutting from high on the sleek tapering ribcage, a deliciously narrow waist with such a pretty navel in the centre of her taut flat tummy, flaring out to a peach of an ass with firm squidgy cheeks, and lovely shapely toned thighs and calfs.

Sharon was in her early twenties, and was a bright fun loving girl who now served Charmcaster after her capture. She knew from experience that it was unwise to rebel against Charmcaster's wishes, but here in the ring she could at least try to fight her.

Charmcaster insisted on applying a little protective oil onto Sharon before they started and knelt down in front of the blonde in centre ring. The vilainess began to massage Sharon's thighs, easing the oil into the silky smooth thigh meat, rubbing slowly up and down each beautiful thigh. Sharon did indeed both look and feel quite wonderfull. The blonde almost held her breath, and swallowed hard as Charmcaster came to rub oil into her tummy, sides and higher.

Charmcaster stood facing Sharon to knead oil into the blonde's arms and shoulders, then slipped behind her, and knelt again. Sharon felt Charmcaster's hands on her ass cheeks slowly kneading them. Then the hands climbed up Sharon's body and Charmcaster stood again. Sharon gave a little gasp as Charmcaster slid her hands under the material of the bikini top and began to knead oil into the firm rubbery mounds she found inside. Sharon stood quite still, almost sobbing, as Charmcaster squeezed and released, squeezed and released, repeatedly, kneading the squidgy breast meat. Soon Sharon's breasts were oiled to perfection within the now almost see through white bikini top. Charmcaster paused and smelled Sharon's neck delighting in the blonde's perfume. She was ready. Now to have some fun.

TBC

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Charmcaster was dressed in a clinging one piece silver lycra suit scopped low at the back and sides, with matching boots. She clicked on the cameras so that they began to record her session with Sharon.

Much as she thought it would be good to maybe get some revenge on Charmcaster, facing her now in the ring made Sharon very nervous and all her confidence drained away. She backed away slowly as Charmcaster came after her, until she felt the ropes against the skin of her back.

Charmcaster reached out and took hold of Sharon's left arm, and easily forced it up behind the blonde's back, twisting it as she forced it higher, making her opponent cry out in pain.

She marched Sharon back into the middle of the ring, forcing the slender arm higher until Sharon thought it might break. Then she forced the blonde down to her knees, pulled the arm out full length and wrenched it hard against Sharon's shoulder joint. Sharon squealed.

Charmcaster kicked up into the extended arm, lashing her boot into the muscle of the bicep, then threw Sharon down onto her back.

Charmcaster dropped onto her grabbing the weakened arm and laying it out flat on the ring floor. Holding it steady Charmcaster drove her fist down into the bicep four times, then dropped her knee onto the same part of the arm for good measure.

Sharon cried out and rolled away holding her arm. It felt numb, and Sharon knew that it would be of little use to her now in this fight.

TBC

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With her left arm hanging limp Sharon tried to face her right side to Charmcaster as they circled, flicking her head back to prevent her long blonde hair from obstructing her view.

Charmcaster stepped in closer and saw the look of panic on Sharon’s pretty face. As Sharon raised her right arm in defence Charmcaster feinted a punch, but instead she whipped her foot into the side of Sharon’s right thigh. Sharon gasped and folded slightly, taking a step back and wasting a few seconds while she tried to work out if Charmcaster was going to follow up with another kick or try to punch her again.

While Sharon was deciding, the villainess stepped in and lashed another kick into the sleek thigh. The second blow nearly made Sharon fall, but somehow she managed to stay on her feet and rocked backwards. The two kicks had numbed her thigh and slowed her down.

Charmcaster showed Sharon very little respect. Here she was, facing a fit toned woman in her twenties, and it was all so easy. She grabbed Sharon by the hair ripping the blonde’s head back. Then she smashed an uppercut into the blonde’s jaw, and as Sharon began to fall, twisting as she fell, Charmcaster chopped a punch hard into the side of the woman’s bikini clad body.

Sharon Williams lay on the mat breathing hard and holding her left breast. She was not a fighter by nature and found handling this impudent 20 year old impossible.

Charmcaster watched Sharon and waited for her to raise herself to her hands and knees. The blonde seemed unaware that doing so side on to Charmcaster exposed her belly to attack by kicking.

Charmcaster duly moved in and blasted her boot up into Sharon’s belly sending her rolling and moaning across the ring.
Sharon winced and clutched her stomach. The younger blonde danced easily just out of reach, poised to attack again, confident in her abilities.

Sharon wearily drew herself up with a resigned expression on her face. Charmcaster waited until Sharon looked her in the face, then moved in and wrapped her smoothly muscular arms around Sharon’s slender waist. Sharon felt the python like strength in those arms as Charmcaster began to squeeze, pulling Sharon’s lovely body against her own, belly slapping against belly, bikini tops compressing as firm breasts battled firm breasts.
Sharon could barely breathe, and closed her eyes, feeling her back forcibly arching as Charmcaster crushed her.

Soon Sharon was sobbing, her arms hanging limp at her sides as the younger woman continued to crush her. Charmcaster saw her opponent’s arms go limp and pushed the blonde back into the ropes. Unable to raise any sort of guard, Sharon was unable to protect herself from more punishment.

Charmcaster flexed her shoulders, and swung a right hook into the side of Sharon’s ribcage. She listened to Sharon gasp softly, then punched the blonde in the other side of the ribcage, feeling her fist crunch into the tapered torso. Another soft gasp was drawn from Sharon’s full lips.

Charmcaster moved closer and began to beat Sharon Williams with her fist, hitting her in the face rocking it back and forth. A little blood dribbled from Sharon’s lips, then her nose as she was beaten, until after more than a dozen unopposed punches her eyes closed and she no longer felt any pain.

Charmcaster stepped up close and placed her arm across Sharon’s throat, using her body to pin the lovely blonde against the ropes. She knew that Sharon was out of it, but she left just enough room to punch her right fist into Sharon’s belly. It was like hitting a dummy. Charmcaster slugged punch after punch into Sharon’s belly, beating it vigorously, and enjoying her domination of the fit and toned 20 odd year old.

When she had finished Charmcaster was perspiring and breathing hard from the workout. Sharon hung pathetically in the ropes, her long tousled hair hanging down her flawless back. Even now her eyes flickered and she fought back against unconsciousness.

Charmcaster looked at her in disbelief. Her inability to knock this girl out almost too much to bear. The villainess turned back to Sharon, and subjected her to 5 more minutes of brutal punishment.

Charmcaster pummelled Sharon’s body, lashing her face, breasts and belly. The gorgeous blonde shook and quivered as she was beaten. The bikini top barely stayed in place as its contents were pulverised mercilessly. What a work out!

Charmcaster stopped and waited, and slowly, very slowly, Sharon Williams slid to the mat and lay there senseless.
The win gave Charmcaster satisfaction. She had beaten a woman in good shape and close to her own build, and she had beaten her easily. She felt invigorated from the work out. Inside however, she knew that Sharon was not Gwen. Beating the blonde was fun, but it could not compare to doing the same to her arch rival.

Now both protagonists had enjoyed a training fight. Gwen had beaten Julie, and Charmcaster had thrashed Sharon.

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Some time went by and as chance would have it Charmcaster's plans to get to grips with Gwen had to take a back stage role as both were involved in a surprising combined response to a threat which involved both.

Over a period of a month or so the two had to work together, with Ben, to visit the null void and search for Max and for the truth behind what happened to Charmcaster's father.

Ben teased the two girls mercilessly about their being friends now, and it was true that there did develop a mutual respect which had been missing before.

When Charmcaster returned to her base after the adventure had successfully been concluded, she felt more at ease with Gwen than ever before, though she still longed to challenge her to a fight. It was not out of hatred now, but more out of a desire to prove herself the stronger better fighter.

In the meantime Charmcaster practised with Sharon Williams and Fiona. Her two slaves were perfect for the role. Beautifully proportioned, resilient and stunningly attractive each beauty provided Charmcaster with a perfect opponent. Sharon the slender blonde with the flawless skin, and Fiona the brunette with the stunning face, and firm silky curves. Neither woman was a fighter as such, but they both were capable of taking a lot of punishment without being broken, and both were spirited women.

It was the turn of Fiona to be the next opponent on Charmcaster's return. Time to see Fiona in a new bikini. Time for some fun.

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The tv screen displayed an image of a taut tanned female belly. Suddenly a huge grey fist smashed into it thudding loudly into the toned muscle. Pulling back the shot, we see Gwen, her top in shreds, bound by the wrists, facing one of Charmcaster's rock monsters.

Charmcaster is not present. She is preparing to work out in the depth of her lair. Her work out is not with weights or gym equipment though. Charmcaster's work out will be with her beautiful slave Fiona.

Meanwhile the rock monster hammers a ham like fist into Gwen Tennyson, concentrating on the girl's bared stomach area. Gwen absorbs the blow somehow but her face contorts in pain. She is perspiring, her long hair matted around her shoulders. The rock monster notices the girl's chest jiggle after the impact to the belly, and changes target. Gwen gasps in horror as the rock monster compresses the contents of the left hand cup of her bra under his pounding fist. Again the rock monster strikes the quivering mound, smacking the firm meat almost out of the ripping bra, leaving a good three quarters of the glistening mound bared after the blow. Gwen hangs limply from her manacles, eyes still full of fire, but her stunning body slowly draining of fight. The rock monster grunts and wades into Gwen with lefts and rights to quivering mound and bared belly working the beauty over.

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