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This is a follow-up story to My Savior, My Sensei. (Part 1: www.deviantart.com/femdom-fana… and Part 2: www.deviantart.com/femdom-fana… )

“KIYAI!”

With a thunderous shout she launched a fierce strike, burying her solid fist into my face. Staggering back, I held my aching nose, peering through my fingers at my combatant as she rushed towards me.

Her brown eyes were bold and intense. Her jet black hair was mostly bound by a ponytail, though a single rebellious lock hung in front of her pretty face. She wore a fairly regular karate gi, adorned with what I’d been learning was a well-earned black belt. Her legs however were entirely bare, in fact she wore nothing from the waist down other than an extremely thin, white pair of panties.

That last one I learned that very next moment, as she leapt towards me, launching into a wild dropkick. I got quite the golden glimpse under her gi before the bottoms of both her bare feet blasted me in the chest. The force of this sent me several feet backwards in the air and like a ragdoll my body rolled as I hit the floor, until I ended up flat on my face.

It had already been a lengthy fight - a word used very lightly in this case - and unsurprisingly, I’d barely laid a finger on her. It was a struggle just trying to push my body off the floor. I looked up at her just in time to see her raise her leg into the air, bent at the knee. Despite the wonderful view, I shut my eyes tight, bracing for the onslaught of vicious stomps she proceeded to rain down across my back.

I was trying to be strong, tougher than I used to be. To that end I tried my best to show as little pain as I could and keep from making a sound. But my inner weakness was as prevalent as ever and every part of my being desperately wanted to beg her to stop.

After smashing her foot into my prone form a dozen or so times, she hopped over to my side. She took a few steps back before getting another running start and delivering a powerful punt into my solar plexus that sent me flying a few feet upwards. Just before I was about to fall to the floor, she caught me, her arms wrapped tightly around my ribs.

She walked with me, parading my limp body around for a bit as I flailed uselessly. She proceeded to hoist me up to her shoulders, flipping me in the process, before slamming me down onto my back with an echoing thud.

My body curled in on itself, the momentum splaying my legs past my head. Before I could reposition myself, she knelt down and locked them into that position as she reached down to pin my shoulders to the floor.

Around us, the others all chanted, in the cadence they’ve been trained to, “1! 2! ...3!”

I swear I tried to kick out, though you wouldn’t have been able to tell by looking…

“This fall is awarded to Marissa.” spoke up my beloved instructor Akeno. “The score is now 4-0.”

Our fellow students clapped politely, though I could tell they were a bit bored by this display. They’d certainly seen me get my ass kicked plenty of times already, and most of them had done it themselves. Nonetheless, my opponent Marissa seemed quite pleased with herself.

This was happening as a result of her idea, though it was a random draw that paired us against each other. This happened to be the first round of a little tournament between Akeno and her fifteen pupils. The idea was that a big event like this to work towards would force the students to put their full focus in their training. And I did, but being a month into my stay, I’m way behind everyone else… not least of which because Akeno actually hand picked them for their skill.

The matches were done in a First-to-5-Wins format, which meant I had last one beating ahead of me. Marissa gestured for me to get to my feet, looking quite impatient. “Up, loser…” she muttered under her breath.

If nothing else I was gaining resilience; a month ago I’d have been down for the count by now but despite my shaky legs I was able to stand pretty quickly. Getting my arms up in a fighting stance was another matter, but I was just looking forward to getting this over with.

After a customary brief respite between rounds and a quick countdown from Akeno our audience slapped the floor at the same moment to signal the start of what would undoubtedly be my final round.

In a single leap, Marissa closed the distance between us. She taunted me with a beckoning finger, daring me to strike her. With nothing to lose I went for a swing, but before it would’ve even hit her, she’d already nailed me with a counter attack.

I recalled her telling me at one point the simplicity of her fighting style - “I send the hardest parts of my body into the softest parts of my opponent’s.” I thought back to that as she viciously drove her elbow into my gut. While I had lost a bit of flab recently I felt like I was years away from the washboard abs most of the pupils seemed to have and her elbow sunk deeply into my abdomen, knocking the wind out of me in a hurry.

Before I was even finished with my involuntary exhale, she’d wrapped an arm around my neck hooking me in a front facelock and keeping me doubled over. I will say for all the pain I endured in that match, I was happy to have been wearing a cup as I knew the standard procedure would be to flatten my balls in that position; and I had a feeling she’d have loved to do it. Instead her rising knee blasted the same exact spot in the pit of my stomach.

She lowered her knee only to mercilessly shoot it right back into my gut a second, and then a third time. Not letting go, she cranked hard on my neck as she flung herself backwards, effortlessly flipping me to my back with a hard, angry suplex.

She could’ve easily pinned me again. In fact if she wanted to she probably could’ve gotten all five falls without a doing a lick of damage to me, but obviously that wasn’t on her agenda. What I did to piss her off I really had no clue. That was my thought as she grabbed me by the wrists and dragged me across the ring.

She rolled me onto my front. She locked my legs around hers tightly and I just waited for the pressure to come on so I could swiftly submit. However as she completed her hold, wrenching my head up in the classic STF position, I saw where she’d placed me: directly at the feet of Akeno. After a brief stolen glance up her skirt, (she wore the same outfit as usual, save for going barefoot, as per dojo rules) I shifted my gaze to her face.

She looked down at me with her usual neutral expression. She knew better than any the gap between me and Marissa, so she didn’t seem surprised or disappointed. Even so, as the pain furiously tore through my entire body and my opponent seemed to be trying to touch the back of my head to my feet, I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I wanted so badly to impress Akeno, I couldn’t stand the thought of being forced to submit right in front of her.

As a pathetic wail was forced from my lips, I struggled as mightily as I could. I reached up to grab Marissa’s arm, wrapped tightly around my throat and attempted to pry it loose. I could hear her chuckling at the sheer futility. She didn’t even make any attempt to slap my hand away. I tugged fruitlessly at her arm but all it did was remind me just how much stronger she was than I.

As she pulled back even tighter I felt like my back was on the verge of snapping in half. With an anguished shout, holding back tears, I tapped out, submitting to my fellow pupil’s dominance right in front of my master, hero and the love of my life…

“This fall is awarded to Marissa.” Akeno plainly announced. “The match is now over. By a score of 5-0, Marissa has won.”

Despite the announcement, she didn’t seem keen on letting me go. She gave me another deep wrench and in fact actually did manage to touch my head to the bottom of my foot.

Akeno’s stoicness disappeared in the blink of an eye as with a warning stomp she shouted, “Release him!”

In that next instant Marissa finally let go and shot to her feet. She and Akeno shared a glare.

“Oughta just let me cripple his stupid ass...” the rebellious pupil spat.

Akeno knelt down and, as she’d done a few times at this point, put one of my arms around her so as to help me to my feet. As she did, she replied, “Whatever your issue with him may be, you are not being taught to inflict pain for the sake of petty grudges. Our training is for the sake of self-defense and the defense of others.”

“Yeah? And is whacking off to our instructor something you taught him too?” Marissa curtly asked.

This got a few heads to turn and for once Akeno seemed a little flustered.

“Yeah that’s right! I heard you!” Marissa yelled, pointing an accusing finger at me. “Just the other day as I was walking by the bathroom I heard you screaming her name! ‘Ohh Akeno, ride me like a stallion!’ Beating your little meat to your mentor… some honorable warrior you are.”

My face went red with embarrassment as the chorus of stifled giggles broke out, especially from all the other girls. Akeno blushed a bit as well as she responded, “Well… that’s his business and none of yours!”

“Like hell it’s not, I bet you anything he does it with me too!” she replied. “I saw you staring up my gi, you filthy little man… I’m so out of your league, don’t even dream about it.”

Those who read my previous recollection would know that, in a way, Akeno had taught me to masturbate to her. In summation, she wanted to get me accustomed to fighting women in case I was ever attacked by one again and make sure my sexual desire didn’t cost me my life. To that end in our private sessions she tended to wear very little. If… when I got aroused, I would either ‘take care of it’ myself or she would do it for me by striking my genitals.

In truth, it actually seems to have started working. Atleast I’d finally stopped getting those embarrassing erections while the females of the dojo were judo tossing me; though Akeno’s own body was still far too much for me to resist…

Of course for, a number of reasons, she wanted this kept secret. However as she scanned the rooms and saw the judgement directed at me, she started to speak up, “Listen, all of you. He is no pervert. We’ve actually-”

I never thought I’d say this but I interrupted Akeno. “You don’t need to cover for me, sensei.” I said, limping out of her arms and towards Marissa. I’d much prefer take the brunt of the shame if it meant my master didn’t have to, so I continued, “You’re right. I’m a pervert and I’m ashamed. But I’ve… never imagined you as I did it.”

Some time ago I assuredly would have, but recently I couldn’t think of anyone else…

Something flashed across Marissa’s eyes when I said that. She seemed… offended. Her next move would seem to back that up as in the blink of an eye she shot her muscular, powerful, bare leg forward. Her shin struck with devastating force into my groin. An alarmingly loud smack rang out as her solid leg smashed into my protective cup. She struck with enough power to send my body a few feet off the ground.

I landed on my feet, but hunched over a bit, my hands over my crotch. Even with the protection it stung and certainly sent a clear message.

“Marissa!” Akeno angrily called out, but she had already turned and walked out of the makeshift ring.

“If you want to keep your balls, stay far away from me!” she called back to me. I had every reason to heed that warning.

Akeno put an arm around me again and helped me out to the sidelines. “Your loyalty does not go unnoticed, kohai.” she whispered to me. I smirked a bit as she held me just a little closer. She seemed to have taken a liking to calling me that recently.

My smirk faded when I looked up and saw the man passing by me. What a dirty look he gave me, just behind his messy black hair. His name was Roland and it’s said he and Marissa were a bit of an item… it made sense, he was quite the specimen himself. In contrast to her, he wore lengthy karate pants but nothing from the waist up, showing off his chiseled arms and torso.

Probably goes without saying every other match that day was much more competitive but as the tournament progressed, it seemed clear who the favorites were. Akeno of course, and that ever-so friendly couple seemed to be soaring through the field.

A trend I noticed is that the two seemed to prefer finishing matches with chokes; the final falls of Marissa’s next match and Roland’s first two both ended with their opponents passing out. Another student also happened to end a final fall this way and over time, the counts from the audience got a bit more quiet as more pupils were asleep; likely out for a few hours.

Marissa’s fight in particular ended with her overwhelming legs clamped tightly around a man’s neck, slowly draining the breath from him purely by flexing her impressive calve muscles. I’ll admit I got just a bit excited at her feat, but ultimately my jock only ever got tighter when Akeno was fighting.

Marissa and Akeno happened to meet in the semi-finals, after that earlier display it seemed a heated match-up. And boy did Marissa come out like a bat outta hell, like she had something to prove. Interestingly she kept going for Akeno’s left arm; this seemed to go against her usual strategy, although to be fair Akeno didn’t really have many ‘soft spots’ - her whole body was expertly conditioned and aside from her enormous, pillowy tits, she was rock solid, a vision of powerful femininity, lithe and limber and… and, what was I talking about...?

Anyway by the end of it she’d got some solid shots in and definitely did a number on her arm, but Akeno managed to win the day with a solid 5-2 score.

Roland in his semi was put against a young lady called Rhea. She was a friendly little redhead, she tended to back me up when she saw me getting bullied and was the only student who wasn’t laughing at me earlier. It had to be said, her getting this far was a bit of an upset. At 4’7 and I’d wager under 100 pounds she was the smallest one here, but she was a speedy little thing. A combination of outpacing opponents and using their weight against them got her all the way to the semi-finals.

Sadly that’s as far as she got. Roland had shocking speed for a man his size and she couldn’t seem to get any leverage on him either. He’d scored four straight falls with little difficulty, just because once he got his weight on her she couldn’t possibly get him off.

In the fifth and final fall is where things got ugly. Seemingly no longer content with a quick win, he beat her savagely. He unleashed of litany of punches, kicks and vile backbreakers twisting her petite form. It honestly got hard to watch.

Like all of the pupils however she was tough. She kept getting up to take more punishment. And he was more than happy to dish it out. He started sending one roundhouse kick into her face after another. It was clear they weren’t meant for a knockout though. From his aim it was easy to see, he simply revelled in causing her pain.

The audience was stunned silent by this violent display, except for Marissa who cheered him on raucously, almost orgasmically.

Rhea just kept backing up, barely able to get her hands up to block anymore. In a desperate move, she went down to her knees and sent forth a lightning swift uppercut between Roland’s legs. Her tiny fist landed with a thick thud; distinctly different from the noise that the kick to my cupped crotch made earlier.

A flash of confusion came about Rhea’s cute face as Roland doubled over a bit, a deep grunt escaping his mouth. She followed up fast, a barrage of six or seven jabs into his groin, and this actually took the hulking beast to his knees.

“What the hell, you’re not wearing a cup?!” Rhea gasped. She looked inquisitively over to Akeno, who shook her head.

“We, er… couldn’t find one that fit him.” she explained. In the corner of my eye I saw Marissa smirking and nodding knowingly.

Rhea sheepishly turned back to face her opponent. “I… uh, I see… well. Good for you.”

Knowing this news was her only real chance, she reared her leg back and went for a full force kick to the balls but his speed came into play again and he managed to catch her by the ankle. He rose to his feet, tripping her to the floor in the process.

It was clear he wasn’t happy after those low blows, spitefully stomping onto her little frame. After making her suffer for a bit, he dove onto her once more, but this time he straddled her head, sticking his crotch into her face.

He seemed to actively ensure her shoulders weren’t down so this didn’t even count as a pin. Instead he was effectively smothering her with his apparently huge genitals, a statement of pure dominance if ever there was one. She struggled beneath him with all she had but she could barely budge him.

Within a few moments her movements stopped. As Akeno walked over towards them, Roland posed in a proud flex. His smile was a mile wide and so was his girlfriend’s.

Marissa cackled and turned one by one to all the men around the ring as she boasted. “How do you like that?! That’s a man… none of you even come close to measuring up! Heh...”

Akeno grasped one of Rhea’s arms. She raised it up and let go, watching it fall limp to the mat. She then called out, “She’s out. This fall is awarded to Roland. He has won the match by a score of 5-0.”

Roland got up very slowly, wriggling his manhood into poor Rhea’s face one more time before he got to his feet. He squared up to Akeno, who he was now guaranteed a fight against.
That look he gave her… it was more than just intensity. It was… hateful. I glanced between him and Marissa and saw the both of them seemed to be looking at our sensei this way.

There was something... off, about this… surely Akeno sensed it as well. She eyed Roland warily as she gently cradled Rhea in her arms and carried her to the sidelines.

Standing upright, Akeno shot glances between the two troublemakers. “During our next private sessions, I think we will focus on humility.” she stated. There was no malice in her voice but with her power it was hard not to interpret this as quite the weighty threat. “Your appetite for embarrassing those with less strength and experience than you cannot go unaddressed...”

Neither said a word to this. The air had become uncomfortable, thick with tension.

They’d been around the dojo for a fair bit longer than I and while they were always rather bold, their displays today seemed brazen even for them. Suddenly it was as though they’d lost all respect for our mentor… or perhaps never had it to begin with.

Either way, before what looked like a potentially bloody final, we had a ‘bronze’ match to watch first, a bout for third place between the losers of the semis. Theoretically this should mean Marissa vs. Rhea but even if the latter were awake, she likely wouldn’t be in any condition to fight. The same held true for all but one quarterfinalist as well.

This fact really highlighted how many participants had been left unconscious after their fights, five in total. Was this merely a coincidence…?

Either way, this meant that by default, Seiya, the guy Rhea had earlier narrowly dispatched with her speedy strikes was paired against Marissa. Due to the expected fatigue, it was agreed that this would be a single fall match.

It became clear pretty quickly that he was no match for Marissa, as she had little trouble avoiding his shots. It’s obvious he was a lot more worn down by the previous matches than she was; Akeno had actually taken all of her opponents down pretty painlessly.

As she seemed to be going out of her way to toy with Seiya, I saw Roland in the corner of my eye whispering into a pupil’s ear. He seemed shocked by what he heard.

“What…? M-My mom…?” he uttered. Roland grimly nodded and gestured towards the door. Apparently he wanted to tell him about whatever happened outside, away from our ears. They left together. Akeno, as the defacto referee, was watching the match too intently to see this.

I was a bit concerned for the guy but I worried I’d be intruding on something personal so I just kept focused on the match for now.

For the third consecutive time, Marissa blocked her foes’ punch and countered with a palm strike, slamming her hand into his nose. He was clearly getting frustrated. He charged at her with his arm outstretched, attempting a clothesline. Marissa actually bent over backwards to avoid it, landing in a crabwalk position, blatantly showing off her flexibility.

The man fighting her froze, at first stunned and then… seemingly a little intrigued by her
pose as she held the position. He shook his head to snap himself out of it and then tried
for a classic karate chop at her seemingly prone form. But Marissa put up a leg and simply
kicked his hand away.

Discouragement flashed across his face, but he took a deep breath to try and stay composed. He attacked once more, punching downwards. Marissa casually swept her body away from him, holding herself up on one hand and foot apiece, causing his fist to slam into the floor. She chuckled, giving her ass a mocking little shake in his direction.

He was definitely struggling not to lose his cool as he reared his fist back off the floor. He tried again, punching with all his might, going down to a knee in the process. Marissa dodged once more, on the opposite side this time. This left her nearly face to face with Seiya. With her free hand, she gave him a finger flick between the eyes.

As Marissa returned to her crab walk position, Seiya let out an aggravated grunt, his understandable frustration mounting. He switched tactics here, going for a sweeping kick to her mighty legs to try and take out her base. His shin collided solidly against hers… but her leg, packed with feminine muscle didn’t budge. Marissa chuckled and taunted, “Oh I’m sorry, was that supposed to hurt…? Is that all you got, little man?”

She lifted her hand and put her thumb and index finger an inch apart, insinuating that it wasn’t his muscles she was referring to. Despite the tense atmosphere, I overheard one of the remaining girls stifling a giggle.

Seiya’s face flushed red from shame. He took a step back, and reared his leg up as far as he could. He kicked with all his might, his leg crashing loudly against Marissa’s… but not only did she seem unharmed, her opponent was sent reeling back, holding his shin and hopping on one foot in pain. The girl from before was no longer holding back her laughter.

Despite how it may seem, Seiya was a well-trained and gifted martial artist, I can attest to his strength personally and yet he was being made an utter fool of. A testament not only to Marissa’s skill but also just how rock solid her thick calves really were.

To his credit, the humiliated fighter wasn’t willing to give up. He proceeded to step several yards backwards. Determined, he took a three point stance and dashed full speed forward, launching into a kick that’d assuredly take out any regular foe. But seemingly milliseconds before it connected, Marissa moved this time into a handstand, evading the blow entirely.
Though clearly taken by surprise, the fighter had enough balance and wherewithal to keep from tripping despite the force put behind the punt. Seiya turned to face Marissa as she gracefully held herself up in a perfect vertical line, the bottom of her gi coming up slightly to show off more of her shapely hips. Her bare feet came towards her opponent’s face, gently pressing against it before one of them swung into a taunting smack.

As she again returned to her position, an increasingly humiliated and angry Seiya leapt up into the air, looking to blast her in the face with an elbow drop. To avoid this she simply stood straight up, letting him spike his funny bone against the floor with an embarrassingly high-pitched yelp.

As she continued playing with the poor man, I heard the door slide open. Roland had returned… alone. Where did the other guy go…?

Marissa seemed to take notice as well, and suddenly she stopped with the games. As the frustrated Seiya ran towards her, she blasted him in the stomach with a toe kick that doubled him over. She proceeded to turn around and - quite unexpectedly - hiked up the bottom of her karate gi to show off what, I hate to admit, was one truly fantastic, shapely ass shown off in a paper-thin G-string. This got a few gasps from the ever-decreasing crowd.

As Marissa’s opponent raised his head, he saw that he was lucky enough to be at eye level with it. He seemed mesmerized… so much so he didn’t react at all as she merely took a few steps backwards, shoving it into his face in the process. She then reared back her highly flexible leg until her heel was at the back of his head. With this, she kept his face firmly in place.

Only then did he seem to realize what was happening; he couldn’t breathe, smothered between her cheeks. He helplessly flailed his arms around, trying to back out of this, but she simply bore down harder with her heel and ended up pressing his face even deeper into her perfect backside. Seiya grabbed at her leg and of course failed miserably at his attempt at prying it off. As desperation set in, he switched to going for her planted leg to see if he could trip her. But he couldn’t even budge it. I knew how that one felt…

All three of the remaining girls around the ring struggled to withhold their laughter at the poor man’s plight. After some time, his flailing finally stopped and his body - save for his head - fell limp to the floor. Marissa kept his head right where she wanted it as Akeno stepped into the ring. Once again she got quite a dirty look as she raised the man’s arm and let it fall limp.

“He’s out. This match is awarded to Marissa.” she announced.

Marissa put her foot back down to the floor, releasing him… after capping off with swift hip attack into his face to send him down just that little bit faster, a parting shot for a man already unconscious. She walked out of the ring with an aura of smugness, sashaying her hips like she was the hottest thing alive.

With third place secured, it was time for our finals. Roland, the most muscular, imposing and vicious man I’d ever seen versus Akeno, for my money the strongest, most skilled and beautiful warrior on the planet. Despite my uncertainty towards the situation, I was getting pretty excited!
The two prime examples of their respective genders stood eye-to-eye in the center of the ring, donning their fighting stances. No sign of intimidation on either of their faces.

Akeno quietly commanded, “Go.” and they were off. It was an unreal scene as fists and feet flew at speeds I could barely even see. It was immediately made clear that they had both been holding back until now.

It didn’t take long for Roland to start going for the alternating roundhouse kicks he pummeled Rhea with earlier. Akeno managed to block them with her forearms however, clearly more a match for his speed. After deflecting his third attempt, Akeno managed to duck under the fourth one and swiftly shot forward, grabbing his planted leg and taking him down to the floor.

Akeno mounted him, straddling his torso. He reached up, making a grab for her neck but she caught his wrists. Aggressively she slammed his hands down on either side of his head. This made for an effective pin. Us pupils quickly began counting.

“1...!”

But he quickly managed to shoot one of his shoulders up off the mat, clearly in no real threat of being pinned yet. However it seemed Akeno factored this into her strategy, as she quickly centered in on that raised arm and manipulated it painfully behind him, letting his own weight pin the appendage to the floor. She proceeded to do the same to his opposite arm and now his own chiseled torso took his bodybuilder limbs out of the equation.

Now that the hulking beast was nearly defenseless, Akeno wrapped an arm around his neck and cranked his head forward in a vicious choke. As he wriggled his head in an attempt to escape the hold, his cheek repeatedly brushed against her right breast, and in that moment I realized I was both supremely jealous and fully erect.

She kept her vicelike hold in for quite a number of seconds and it seemed he would soon pass out, just like he and his girlfriend’s victims had - after that bronze match they were now up to five that they alone had left unconscious. This was in addition to a sixth from an unrelated match.

...That really couldn’t have been a coincidence, could it? Was there a reason they both finished their matches that way...?

Either way, just when it seemed he was fading, with a powerful buck of his legs he managed to roll over, putting himself on top of Akeno, though she kept her hold in and actually seemed to be sinking it in deeper from here.

Nonetheless now with his arms freed he managed to push himself up off the floor and slowly staggered to his feet. Roland’s powerful arms wrapped around Akeno. He bent down as far as he could, before shooting up and flipping her over his head with a powerful overhead belly-to-belly as some would call it.

This was enough to force her to release the hold and would’ve sent her hurtling onto her back, but she managed to complete the rotation in mid-air and land harmlessly on her feet. The second she was on the floor, she went down and spun into a dynamic legsweep. But Roland managed to hop over this, spin in mid-air and land facing her as she was still kneeling down. He shot forward with a knee and actually managed to blast her in her gorgeous face with it.

This drove her right to her back. He leapt onto her, putting his full body weight onto her for the pin.

“1…!”

Just before the 2, Akeno managed to lift him off of her, effectively bench pressing his muscular frame. From this manually made gap, she managed to slink out from under him. Quick roll to gain some distance and she was back on her feet. The two squared off once more.

There was a smattering of applause from the other pupils, quickly taken in by this fight. I myself was a little stunned, it was surreal to see someone match up so well with Akeno.

Warily the two approached each other, their arms outstretched as though they wanted to grapple. Akeno hesitantly grasped one of Roland’s hands. He seemed to be offering the other as if he wanted to lock both but it appeared my sensei had other ideas. She seemed to take Roland by surprise when she suddenly slid between his legs, taking his muscular arm with her. This doubled him over so deeply that he couldn’t stay on his feet, falling to his knees.

Akeno wasted no time wrapping his legs up into a painful knot around his bulky arm. He groaned and tried to reach back with his only free limb, but she grabbed this too and forced it into a hammerlock. She then forcefully manipulated it until it too was trapped in the tight vice his legs created against his will.

“Auugh, what the hell…?!” he grunted, the first words I’d heard him say that day. Akeno simply stepped away and let him struggle. She didn’t have even have to do anything to keep him in this hold, he was simply trapped in his own limbs. I’d never seen anything like it before. Frankly the hulking bruiser looked ridiculous. I think the students wanted to laugh at him, though they made sure to hide it for fear of having their heads torn off later…

My sensei had no joy on her face as with an unceremonious kick to his ass she sent him rolling onto his back. Now it seemed he was even more trapped.
Casually she stepped over near his head and gently laid her bare foot on his shoulder. She glanced out expectantly towards the audience. The pupils took a moment to realize this actually counted as a pin!

“1…! 2…!”

Roland frantically wriggled, his teeth gnashing as he desperately tried to figure out some way out of this embarrassing predicament…

“3!”

“...That fall goes to Akeno.” Akeno herself announced. “The score is now 1-0.”

Roland seemed utterly mortified. I glanced over at Marissa to see she was actually facepalming. Meanwhile in the ring, Akeno took her foot off of her opponent’s prone form and bent down to look him in the eye. “I hope you learned from this experience, Roland.” she said with a stern tone. “Now you know what it feels like to be shamed by someone stronger than you.”

“H-How dare you?!” he snapped. Without another word, she knelt down and pried his legs apart, freeing him from the prison of his own limbs. He scrambled up to his feet looking absolutely livid. He reared back and launched an animalistic punch. Akeno easily ducked it however and unleashed a swift front kick to his face, the balls of her bare feet smacking him between the eyes. It wasn’t delivered with much force, just enough to stagger him back a few steps. This of course only got on his nerves even more.

“I’m going to rip you apart!” he growled.

“Roland!” Marissa snapped from the sidelines. “Calm. The Fuck. Down.”

He promptly calmed the fuck down. Atleast enough to let Akeno to step outside the ring, calling for the brief interval between rounds; a sixty second pause to allow the fighters to recover.

During this I overheard a girl’s voice, one of the pupils spoke in an uncomfortable tone, “Ngh, I better take this opportunity...”

She stood up slowly and quietly marched around the ring towards the girl’s restroom. Marissa agreed, “Hm, good idea.” and followed her in.

As the two competitors stood across, just outside opposite ends of the ring, they truly looked night and day. Roland barely containing his seething rage, Akeno the vision of serenity. I breathed a sigh of relief, seeing how in control Akeno was. This violent couple had certainly become troublesome, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle.

Around the ring, the ever diminishing pupils - myself included - were keeping count of the seconds under our breath.

At once, the lot of us shouted “Go” when the minute was up. As Akeno calmly stepped into the ring, Roland charged directly at her. My mentor deftly dodged out of the way, slipping behind him and grasping him around the waist in a single motion. She rolled him backwards, putting him on his back, his ankles splayed above his head. With a short hop, she was now sitting atop his hips.

It seemed to take the cry of “1!” for Roland to realize this was a pinning combination. He struggled madly at “2!”, enough to kick out. He rolled to his feet as Akeno swiftly returned to her fighting stance. He rushed once more, directly into a hurricanrana; that is to say Akeno leapt up onto his shoulders, squeezed her bare thighs around his neck and flipped him onto his back once again.

Jealousy again struck me powerfully as Akeno’s skirt engulfed his head, her crotch presumably pressing deeply against his mouth. She had a leg hooked for extra leverage into this, another pinning predicament.

“1…!”

This time, he caught on much quicker and was able to shove her off of him; Akeno was pushed directly to her feet and Roland swiftly scrambled to his own.

“You were doing much better earlier, before you lost your temper.” Akeno pointed out. “You’re a skilled fighter but when your focus leaves you, so too does your talent. Blind rage will only hinder you.”

Roland scoffed. “In case you haven’t noticed ‘sensei’, this is a fight not a lecture!”

With a leap forward, he swung his colossal arm Akeno’s way. She rushed forward herself though and wrapped her own arm around it to cease the assault; this left her body pressed tightly against him, her face inches from his own.

Her face neutral as ever, Akeno replied, “I believe every battle can be a learning experience...”

With a frustrated grunt he attempted a sweeping roundhouse kick, aimed at Akeno’s head. Effortlessly she caught this as well with her free arm. Now she had half his limbs in her grasp.

“Sloppy.” Akeno sighed as Roland struggled in her arms. “You should never allow yourself to be this vulnerable in actual combat...”

With a pop of her hips, Akeno flipped her opponent over her head in a suplex, keeping his limbs locked even after his back slammed against the mat. With a nimble backflip, she found herself standing at the goliath’s feet. In an instant, she released his arm, instead grabbing for his other leg, raising the both of them up in the shape of a V.

“Because if you do…” Akeno warned before raising her beautiful, powerful leg up high into the air, bent at the knee. With terrifying speed, she launched it downwards, her foot hurdling between Roland’s legs…

I saw a flash of terror across the brute’s steely face as the blur of Akeno’s thick powerful leg soared toward his crotch…

...only to stop just short, her bare foot hovering mere centimeters from the enormous bulge in his pants. Akeno bent down, looking him dead in the eye. “...you may just lose those genitals you’re so proud of.”

She retracted her foot and let it sink harmlessly to the floor. Roland backed away on the mat before leaping to his feet. His cheeks seemed a little flushed as he took a deep breath. I don’t know if I’d say he’d been humbled, but it appeared the message had been received.

Akeno calmly resumed her fighting stance, and now the bruiser seemed hesitant, approaching slowly. After a few moments, he struck again, leaping forward and attempting another roundhouse kick. As soon as Roland’s leg shot up, bent at the knee, my sensei swiveled her hips to catch it. However at the last second his leg retracted and a flash of surprise lit up Akeno’s eye - it was a feint! Roland instead leapt up and kicked with his opposite leg, blasting into my mentor’s left shoulder.

For the first time I could recall, I heard a grunt of pain come from her lips… he had attacked the same arm that Marissa had diligently worked on earlier! Now it made sense; she wasn’t even intending to defeat Akeno in their match, she was merely softening her up for Roland.

Our sensei tried to hide her pain but her wince betrayed her as she took a few steps backwards. Her stance shifted, she seemed ready to block any attempts at her injured arm with her good arm. But I was a bit concerned; if I could see that, surely Roland could…

He closed the gap in a single motion and launched a mighty punch towards her beautiful face. Perhaps instinctively she caught his fist; the moment her right arm moved, he fired a shot with his opposite fist, blasting into her left. This time she couldn’t help but cry out in pain as she retreated. It was shocking, and a little heartbreaking for me to see her like that.

This time Roland capitalized quicker, rushing forward and wrapping his mighty arms around her. He grasped at the back of her thighs as he lifted her, spinning as he slammed her into the mat.

Now mounting Akeno, he grabbed at her bad arm and twisted it into a kimura, a devastating submission hold. She was gritting her teeth at this point, struggling to contain her scream.

“That’s it, Roland!” I heard Marissa cry from a few feet away. “Always go after your opponent’s weakest points!”

I actually didn’t notice her returning from the bathroom, I was too entranced in the fight. I didn’t really want to take my attention off it now of all times but I did do a very quick scan of the room and realized the other girl hadn’t come back with her…

Meanwhile in the ring, Akeno struggled beneath the hulking size of her opponent. As Roland wrenched deeper, she slipped her free hand underneath his chiseled torso. What happened next was quite the sight as once again she slowly pushed his heavy frame into the air, bench pressing him with only one hand this time!

Roland seemed a bit disturbed by this and began wildly yanking on Akeno’s injured arm, re-exerting the pressure of the kimura time and again. Eventually this seemed to do the trick as she dropped him, and he quickly sunk it in even deeper.

My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw her rapidly slapping Roland’s back; Akeno had just tapped out! The most dominant woman I’d ever known had just… submitted?!

Roland released her and came up flexing as Akeno rolled onto her side, clutching her injured arm. Somehow she still sounded calm as she announced, “The score is now tied, 1-1.”

It was clear she noticed the shock in her pupil’s voices, gasping and marveling at the ring at what just occurred. As she turned and walked out of the ring for the intermission, she casually explained, “There is no shame in submitting when you cannot escape… it’s not a good habit to place the importance of a victory over your own health. From there you’d naturally begin to find victory more important than your opponent’s health… and from there a darkness is born.”

Did she… do that on purpose, just to try and lead by example?

We couldn’t help but agree with her logic, though Roland seemed unimpressed. He yelled from the other side of the ring, “Don’t play it off as a learning experience! You had no choice but to tap, I forced you to submit! Hmph… trying to pretend there was anything else you could do...”

Akeno shot him a dirty look, one that’d certainly send shivers down my spine. But it was clear that this behemoth was far from intimidated by his mentor… if he even considered her one at this point. It was hard to understand where all this animosity was coming from.

“Don’t let her get into your head…” Marissa warned. “...you’ve got her right where you want her!”

The sixty seconds ended and they again entered the ring. This time before anything else, Roland lifted a single hand in a position possibly familiar to wrestling fans. Akeno recognized it as a challenge to a test of strength. She accepted, and they swiftly locked hands with each other, all four clasped tightly within each other. Roland’s body tensed to show off even more definition as he shoved against her. Akeno stood her ground, for a moment refusing to go down but her arms seemed to shake… I was stunned, he was actually a challenge for her in power!

The ever decreasing crowd of pupils gasped as he slowly bent her backwards until finally her shoulders were pressed against the mat. Roland glared towards us and barked, “Count!”

The stunned audience quietly counted, “1… 2… 3.” This was insane… I mean certainly he looked stronger but I’d seen her demolish much bigger men than herself in the past. I couldn’t believe someone actually beat her in a test of strength.

He smirked at her, keeping her pressed down a fair bit longer than he had to, before releasing. Marissa cheered uproariously, jumping up and down, her titties bounding as her boyfriend flexed and posed proudly on his way out of the ring.

Akeno rubbed her shoulders as she declared, “The score is now 2-1 in favor of Roland.”

As Marissa finished her cheering, out of the corner of her eye she noticed one of the pupils, a rather shy young man, staring at her bouncing breasts. She whipped around to face him and his eyes went wide in a shock.

“S-Sorry! Sorry I didn’t mean to stare, I-I...” he nervously stuttered, backing away.

“Oh relax little guy, it’s not a big deal.” she assured him, a comforting hand on his shoulder. She began to massage his shoulder… and seemed to take a keen interest. “Mmm, you’re firm for a little dude… heheh, so you like my tits, huh?”

This was quite a scene, the other pupils staring, surprised at her sheer forwardness. She sure didn’t talk to me like that. The man blushed wildly as he couldn’t think of a single appropriate response beyond simply nodding slowly.

Marissa smirked and leaned in close. “You wanna see ‘em…?” she whispered, tugging her gi down a little so as to show off some ample cleavage. “How’s about you and me take a trip to the little boy’s room together and have some fun~?”

His mouth was agape, his eyes shimmering. An opportunity like this was the last thing he expected. His eyes darted back and forth between her and the hulking man sitting indian style waiting for the next round to begin. “B-But what about...”

“Oh, Roland? Don’t worry about him… we’ve got a pretty open relationship.” she explained with a smile. “We do stuff like this all the time! So what you do you say?”

“I… wow this was sudden. Y-You’re forward, I mean...” he answered, quite befuddled. “Erm… I-I-I don’t know...”

“Well it’s fine if you don’t… I mean I’m sure a bold stud like you is just swimming in tail.” she replied, her voice absolutely dripping in sarcasm. “Especially tail like this...”

She stepped away from him towards the boy’s bathroom, hiking her gi up to show off said tail in all it’s thick, golden, rippling glory. The poor guy was shuddering from his lust and wracking nerves. He looked at the other pupils and got a few shrugs and gestures to follow. Even the girls were egging him on.804 He gazed at her as she opened the door, giving him a wink as she stepped inside. Frantically he rushed after her, joining her in the bathroom right as the time for the next round came up and the two combatants returned to the ring.

They grappled again and Roland swiftly wrestled her to the ground. It was silly but I was more jealous than ever of the provocative position they landed in, as their torsos were pressed together, her legs splayed in the air on either side of his hips. He crawled forward and tried to force his genitals, which bulged heavily out of his karate pants into her beautiful face. She grasped at his hips, pushing him forward just enough to prevent contact.

Roland boasted, “Come onnnn… you know you want it. Heheh… you want me to give you a teabagging just as good as poor little Rhea got, isn’t that right?”

Her expression darkened at that. Bringing that up was perhaps a poor idea. She pushed curled her legs up, a thrust of both knees shoving him a few feet into the air. The karate master straightened her powerful legs, letting him fall ribsfirst onto her barefeet. This clearly did some damage, and she didn’t let up, backflipping him onto the mat and mounting him. She rained down some rapid punches, stinging his face until he covered up.

As soon as his arms were up, she rolled backwards, nimbly coming up to her feet, standing between his legs. She grabbed his ankles and raised them, spreading them into a V. She reared her leg back deeply and Roland seemed stunned when he saw her unleash a mighty kick, realizing immediately that it was too fast for him to block. Her bare foot hurtled at an intense, frightening velocity towards his testicles…

...and stopped just short. The top of her foot pressed gently against his mighty genitals. Roland was frozen in shock as she held this position for a bit.

“I want you to know, I’ve castrated a man in a single strike before.” Akeno coldly informed him. “I have chosen not to do that to you… in a regular fight, with a less honorable opponent, you may already be a eunuch right now.”

She removed her foot from his groin and let him scramble to his feet. She continued, “If you want to keep those privates you’re so proud of, I’d suggest you stop being careless in battle.”

Roland was several shades of emotional after that display. Anger, bewilderment, embarrassment… and perhaps a little gratitude for her hesitation at smashing his testicles. But as he tended to, he settled on rage.

He rushed her, attempting several mighty strikes that just missed thanks to Akeno’s limber dodging. She countered with a roundhouse kick, her shin smashing into his chest and knocking him back. My beloved mentor attempted to follow up with a thrust kick, her foot aimed at his jaw but he managed to catch it.

He shoved her leg to the left but she simply spun along with it, completing the rotation and blasting him in the face with a spinning back kick, knocking him to the floor. She followed up, going down, grabbing his legs and twisting them into the shape of a 4, using her own legs to hold them in place in a Figure 4 Leglock. He struggled to try and roll around and reverse the pressure, but Akeno kept him tightly in place, a remarkably snug submission hold to be sure.

As her powerful legs kept him at bay, Marissa made a big show of leaving the bathroom, kicking the door open and cackling madly. “Wow! Hahaha, what a pathetic little wimp! How long were we in there, about a minute and half? Heheh, done before he ever made it inside and he started crying immediately after… best leave him to his alone time, poor little bitch.”

Her sheer boldness was unheard of in this dojo, she’d always been a bit of a wild one but she certainly had never shown this side of her before. For the most part us pupils weren’t happy with her trying to embarrass him, though a couple were definitely holding back giggles.

With him out of the way for now, the crowd was barely a crowd at all anymore. The only conscious students around the ring at this point were me, Marissa, two men and two women… a far cry from the over a dozen students that surrounded the ring in the early rounds.

Meanwhile in the ring, Roland showed off his strength, grabbing Akeno around the ankle and slowly but surely managing to pry her legs off of his own. With great effort he was able to break her hold and the two of them rushed to their feet. My mentor went for a jab, this time he was the one to dodge, as he juked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and keeping her held in a tight vice. He attempted a German Suplex, trying to flip her onto the mat, but she caught him with an elbow to the face in mid-air that halted the ascent and he set her back down on her feet, keeping his arms locked.

After some struggling, the hulking man seemed to notice that Akeno’s ass happened to brush repeatedly against his groin. Atleast judging by his smirk he was certainly aware. He held her a little closer… and brought his hands up to her breasts, unmistakably groping her.

A collective gasp came from us onlookers as he was blatantly feeling up our sensei right in front of us. Roland chuckled lustily, licking his lips as he squeezed her enormous tits tightly. I could only imagine that if he saw the expression on Akeno’s face in that moment, he’d realize what a terrible mistake he just made.

In a flash she grabbed his wrists, easily pulling his hands off of her, and delivered a powerful buck of her hips, smashing her shapely ass into his groin, doubling him over. Now out of his mighty grasp, she spun around and sent a fierce roundhouse kick up into his temple, catching him as his head lowered. He sunk like a stone to the mat, seemingly entirely knocked out on the spot. She stomped heavily against his ribs, getting little reaction other than his lifeless body jerking upwards reflexively.

She glared at us with a frightening glance. We were quick to count, “1… 2… 3!”

“The score is now tied, 2-2.” she announced, a chilling lack of emotion in her voice. This was what her rage looked like… and despite the fact that I’d only ever seen her protect me, herself and others with it, it was nonetheless terrifying to me.

Akeno casually walked over to the side of the room where we kept various supplies. She pulled out some smelling salts, strode over to Roland and aggressively blasted him in the face with them. He jolted awake, coughing up a storm as she stepped out of the ring for the sixty second intermission. Roland was seething, the two combatants each looked the picture of intensity, albeit one raging and the other stoic, as they glared at each other from opposite sides.

The silence was thick, as even Marissa didn’t seem to have much to say after that. We quietly waited out the period and signaled for the match to continue. They rushed towards each other, Roland continuing his usual relentless attacking style but he couldn’t connect with anything this time around. And when Akeno began her counterattack, she was utterly relentless, pelting him with rapid fists, chops, and kicks to his entire body. It didn’t seem she was going for a knockout this time, instead just dishing out all the pain she could.

Eventually he collapsed to one knee as Akeno coldly stared down at him. “For all your talent, it’s shocking how much you have left to learn… lacking discipline and decency in equal measure.”

Roland leaped to his feet and launched a powerful punch, but before he even made contact Akeno caught him under the chin with her instep, her leg fully extended for this soccer-style kick, her skirt sweeping up dramatically. The shot knocked him right on his ass. She lectured further, “I swear, one way or another, you will learn something today Roland.”

Me and three other students were cheering her on. We were so invested in the fight before us, we had no idea what was going on behind us. I felt a frantic desperate hand just barely brush against my back, but when I turned around to see the cause, I was already too late…

There I saw Marissa, choking out one of the two remaining female pupils of Akeno’s dojo.
Her arms were locked tight around her throat as her body went limp. She was out.

“Wh-what the hell?!” I blurted out as the other three pupils, more experienced and skilled than I by a wide margin, took a defense stance. Marissa tossed her victim aside and gestured for us to come after her, a wicked smile spreading.

Akeno swiftly took notice and turned to see this, shocked. “What do you think you’re-” she began, but was cut off by Roland ambushing her and tackling her to the ground.

Meanwhile the last remaining female student rushed in first towards Marissa. She easily ducked past her punch, and caught her with a surprise back kick, showing off her might and flexibility in equal measure as it knocked her out instantly.

The two men came towards her together, one with a low kick, the other with a punch aimed at her face. With an astounding leap she jumped over both attacks. Showing incredible athleticism, she spun in mid-air, locking her toned, muscular arms around one man’s neck and her powerful, thick thighs around the other’s. She flipped them both to the floor and now they were helpless as she was choking them both out simultaneously.

As Marissa was easily dominating two men at once, men that I knew for a fact were more capable than I, she shot me an arrogant look, her eyes daring me to do something about it. My pulse was pounding with terror… but I had to try and stop her, and with both sets of limbs occupied, surely she couldn’t defend herself… right?

I had no idea why she was doing this, but it was clear this was no friendly competition. I had no choice but to act...

Part 2: www.deviantart.com/femdom-fana…

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This is a follow-up story to My Savior, My Sensei. (Part 1: www.deviantart.com/femdom-fana… and Part 2: www.deviantart.com/femdom-fana… )

“KIYAI!”

With a thunderous shout she launched a fierce strike, burying her solid fist into my face. Staggering back, I held my aching nose, peering through my fingers at my combatant as she rushed towards me.

Her brown eyes were bold and intense. Her jet black hair was mostly bound by a ponytail, though a single rebellious lock hung in front of her pretty face. She wore a fairly regular karate gi, adorned with what I’d been learning was a well-earned black belt. Her legs however were entirely bare, in fact she wore nothing from the waist down other than an extremely thin, white pair of panties.

That last one I learned that very next moment, as she leapt towards me, launching into a wild dropkick. I got quite the golden glimpse under her gi before the bottoms of both her bare feet blasted me in the chest. The force of this sent me several feet backwards in the air and like a ragdoll my body rolled as I hit the floor, until I ended up flat on my face.

It had already been a lengthy fight - a word used very lightly in this case - and unsurprisingly, I’d barely laid a finger on her. It was a struggle just trying to push my body off the floor. I looked up at her just in time to see her raise her leg into the air, bent at the knee. Despite the wonderful view, I shut my eyes tight, bracing for the onslaught of vicious stomps she proceeded to rain down across my back.

I was trying to be strong, tougher than I used to be. To that end I tried my best to show as little pain as I could and keep from making a sound. But my inner weakness was as prevalent as ever and every part of my being desperately wanted to beg her to stop.

After smashing her foot into my prone form a dozen or so times, she hopped over to my side. She took a few steps back before getting another running start and delivering a powerful punt into my solar plexus that sent me flying a few feet upwards. Just before I was about to fall to the floor, she caught me, her arms wrapped tightly around my ribs.

She walked with me, parading my limp body around for a bit as I flailed uselessly. She proceeded to hoist me up to her shoulders, flipping me in the process, before slamming me down onto my back with an echoing thud.

My body curled in on itself, the momentum splaying my legs past my head. Before I could reposition myself, she knelt down and locked them into that position as she reached down to pin my shoulders to the floor.

Around us, the others all chanted, in the cadence they’ve been trained to, “1! 2! ...3!”

I swear I tried to kick out, though you wouldn’t have been able to tell by looking…

“This fall is awarded to Marissa.” spoke up my beloved instructor Akeno. “The score is now 4-0.”

Our fellow students clapped politely, though I could tell they were a bit bored by this display. They’d certainly seen me get my ass kicked plenty of times already, and most of them had done it themselves. Nonetheless, my opponent Marissa seemed quite pleased with herself.

This was happening as a result of her idea, though it was a random draw that paired us against each other. This happened to be the first round of a little tournament between Akeno and her fifteen pupils. The idea was that a big event like this to work towards would force the students to put their full focus in their training. And I did, but being a month into my stay, I’m way behind everyone else… not least of which because Akeno actually hand picked them for their skill.

The matches were done in a First-to-5-Wins format, which meant I had last one beating ahead of me. Marissa gestured for me to get to my feet, looking quite impatient. “Up, loser…” she muttered under her breath.

If nothing else I was gaining resilience; a month ago I’d have been down for the count by now but despite my shaky legs I was able to stand pretty quickly. Getting my arms up in a fighting stance was another matter, but I was just looking forward to getting this over with.

After a customary brief respite between rounds and a quick countdown from Akeno our audience slapped the floor at the same moment to signal the start of what would undoubtedly be my final round.

In a single leap, Marissa closed the distance between us. She taunted me with a beckoning finger, daring me to strike her. With nothing to lose I went for a swing, but before it would’ve even hit her, she’d already nailed me with a counter attack.

I recalled her telling me at one point the simplicity of her fighting style - “I send the hardest parts of my body into the softest parts of my opponent’s.” I thought back to that as she viciously drove her elbow into my gut. While I had lost a bit of flab recently I felt like I was years away from the washboard abs most of the pupils seemed to have and her elbow sunk deeply into my abdomen, knocking the wind out of me in a hurry.

Before I was even finished with my involuntary exhale, she’d wrapped an arm around my neck hooking me in a front facelock and keeping me doubled over. I will say for all the pain I endured in that match, I was happy to have been wearing a cup as I knew the standard procedure would be to flatten my balls in that position; and I had a feeling she’d have loved to do it. Instead her rising knee blasted the same exact spot in the pit of my stomach.

She lowered her knee only to mercilessly shoot it right back into my gut a second, and then a third time. Not letting go, she cranked hard on my neck as she flung herself backwards, effortlessly flipping me to my back with a hard, angry suplex.

She could’ve easily pinned me again. In fact if she wanted to she probably could’ve gotten all five falls without a doing a lick of damage to me, but obviously that wasn’t on her agenda. What I did to piss her off I really had no clue. That was my thought as she grabbed me by the wrists and dragged me across the ring.

She rolled me onto my front. She locked my legs around hers tightly and I just waited for the pressure to come on so I could swiftly submit. However as she completed her hold, wrenching my head up in the classic STF position, I saw where she’d placed me: directly at the feet of Akeno. After a brief stolen glance up her skirt, (she wore the same outfit as usual, save for going barefoot, as per dojo rules) I shifted my gaze to her face.

She looked down at me with her usual neutral expression. She knew better than any the gap between me and Marissa, so she didn’t seem surprised or disappointed. Even so, as the pain furiously tore through my entire body and my opponent seemed to be trying to touch the back of my head to my feet, I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I wanted so badly to impress Akeno, I couldn’t stand the thought of being forced to submit right in front of her.

As a pathetic wail was forced from my lips, I struggled as mightily as I could. I reached up to grab Marissa’s arm, wrapped tightly around my throat and attempted to pry it loose. I could hear her chuckling at the sheer futility. She didn’t even make any attempt to slap my hand away. I tugged fruitlessly at her arm but all it did was remind me just how much stronger she was than I.

As she pulled back even tighter I felt like my back was on the verge of snapping in half. With an anguished shout, holding back tears, I tapped out, submitting to my fellow pupil’s dominance right in front of my master, hero and the love of my life…

“This fall is awarded to Marissa.” Akeno plainly announced. “The match is now over. By a score of 5-0, Marissa has won.”

Despite the announcement, she didn’t seem keen on letting me go. She gave me another deep wrench and in fact actually did manage to touch my head to the bottom of my foot.

Akeno’s stoicness disappeared in the blink of an eye as with a warning stomp she shouted, “Release him!”

In that next instant Marissa finally let go and shot to her feet. She and Akeno shared a glare.

“Oughta just let me cripple his stupid ass...” the rebellious pupil spat.

Akeno knelt down and, as she’d done a few times at this point, put one of my arms around her so as to help me to my feet. As she did, she replied, “Whatever your issue with him may be, you are not being taught to inflict pain for the sake of petty grudges. Our training is for the sake of self-defense and the defense of others.”

“Yeah? And is whacking off to our instructor something you taught him too?” Marissa curtly asked.

This got a few heads to turn and for once Akeno seemed a little flustered.

“Yeah that’s right! I heard you!” Marissa yelled, pointing an accusing finger at me. “Just the other day as I was walking by the bathroom I heard you screaming her name! ‘Ohh Akeno, ride me like a stallion!’ Beating your little meat to your mentor… some honorable warrior you are.”

My face went red with embarrassment as the chorus of stifled giggles broke out, especially from all the other girls. Akeno blushed a bit as well as she responded, “Well… that’s his business and none of yours!”

“Like hell it’s not, I bet you anything he does it with me too!” she replied. “I saw you staring up my gi, you filthy little man… I’m so out of your league, don’t even dream about it.”

Those who read my previous recollection would know that, in a way, Akeno had taught me to masturbate to her. In summation, she wanted to get me accustomed to fighting women in case I was ever attacked by one again and make sure my sexual desire didn’t cost me my life. To that end in our private sessions she tended to wear very little. If… when I got aroused, I would either ‘take care of it’ myself or she would do it for me by striking my genitals.

In truth, it actually seems to have started working. Atleast I’d finally stopped getting those embarrassing erections while the females of the dojo were judo tossing me; though Akeno’s own body was still far too much for me to resist…

Of course for, a number of reasons, she wanted this kept secret. However as she scanned the rooms and saw the judgement directed at me, she started to speak up, “Listen, all of you. He is no pervert. We’ve actually-”

I never thought I’d say this but I interrupted Akeno. “You don’t need to cover for me, sensei.” I said, limping out of her arms and towards Marissa. I’d much prefer take the brunt of the shame if it meant my master didn’t have to, so I continued, “You’re right. I’m a pervert and I’m ashamed. But I’ve… never imagined you as I did it.”

Some time ago I assuredly would have, but recently I couldn’t think of anyone else…

Something flashed across Marissa’s eyes when I said that. She seemed… offended. Her next move would seem to back that up as in the blink of an eye she shot her muscular, powerful, bare leg forward. Her shin struck with devastating force into my groin. An alarmingly loud smack rang out as her solid leg smashed into my protective cup. She struck with enough power to send my body a few feet off the ground.

I landed on my feet, but hunched over a bit, my hands over my crotch. Even with the protection it stung and certainly sent a clear message.

“Marissa!” Akeno angrily called out, but she had already turned and walked out of the makeshift ring.

“If you want to keep your balls, stay far away from me!” she called back to me. I had every reason to heed that warning.

Akeno put an arm around me again and helped me out to the sidelines. “Your loyalty does not go unnoticed, kohai.” she whispered to me. I smirked a bit as she held me just a little closer. She seemed to have taken a liking to calling me that recently.

My smirk faded when I looked up and saw the man passing by me. What a dirty look he gave me, just behind his messy black hair. His name was Roland and it’s said he and Marissa were a bit of an item… it made sense, he was quite the specimen himself. In contrast to her, he wore lengthy karate pants but nothing from the waist up, showing off his chiseled arms and torso.

Probably goes without saying every other match that day was much more competitive but as the tournament progressed, it seemed clear who the favorites were. Akeno of course, and that ever-so friendly couple seemed to be soaring through the field.

A trend I noticed is that the two seemed to prefer finishing matches with chokes; the final falls of Marissa’s next match and Roland’s first two both ended with their opponents passing out. Another student also happened to end a final fall this way and over time, the counts from the audience got a bit more quiet as more pupils were asleep; likely out for a few hours.

Marissa’s fight in particular ended with her overwhelming legs clamped tightly around a man’s neck, slowly draining the breath from him purely by flexing her impressive calve muscles. I’ll admit I got just a bit excited at her feat, but ultimately my jock only ever got tighter when Akeno was fighting.

Marissa and Akeno happened to meet in the semi-finals, after that earlier display it seemed a heated match-up. And boy did Marissa come out like a bat outta hell, like she had something to prove. Interestingly she kept going for Akeno’s left arm; this seemed to go against her usual strategy, although to be fair Akeno didn’t really have many ‘soft spots’ - her whole body was expertly conditioned and aside from her enormous, pillowy tits, she was rock solid, a vision of powerful femininity, lithe and limber and… and, what was I talking about...?

Anyway by the end of it she’d got some solid shots in and definitely did a number on her arm, but Akeno managed to win the day with a solid 5-2 score.

Roland in his semi was put against a young lady called Rhea. She was a friendly little redhead, she tended to back me up when she saw me getting bullied and was the only student who wasn’t laughing at me earlier. It had to be said, her getting this far was a bit of an upset. At 4’7 and I’d wager under 100 pounds she was the smallest one here, but she was a speedy little thing. A combination of outpacing opponents and using their weight against them got her all the way to the semi-finals.

Sadly that’s as far as she got. Roland had shocking speed for a man his size and she couldn’t seem to get any leverage on him either. He’d scored four straight falls with little difficulty, just because once he got his weight on her she couldn’t possibly get him off.

In the fifth and final fall is where things got ugly. Seemingly no longer content with a quick win, he beat her savagely. He unleashed of litany of punches, kicks and vile backbreakers twisting her petite form. It honestly got hard to watch.

Like all of the pupils however she was tough. She kept getting up to take more punishment. And he was more than happy to dish it out. He started sending one roundhouse kick into her face after another. It was clear they weren’t meant for a knockout though. From his aim it was easy to see, he simply revelled in causing her pain.

The audience was stunned silent by this violent display, except for Marissa who cheered him on raucously, almost orgasmically.

Rhea just kept backing up, barely able to get her hands up to block anymore. In a desperate move, she went down to her knees and sent forth a lightning swift uppercut between Roland’s legs. Her tiny fist landed with a thick thud; distinctly different from the noise that the kick to my cupped crotch made earlier.

A flash of confusion came about Rhea’s cute face as Roland doubled over a bit, a deep grunt escaping his mouth. She followed up fast, a barrage of six or seven jabs into his groin, and this actually took the hulking beast to his knees.

“What the hell, you’re not wearing a cup?!” Rhea gasped. She looked inquisitively over to Akeno, who shook her head.

“We, er… couldn’t find one that fit him.” she explained. In the corner of my eye I saw Marissa smirking and nodding knowingly.

Rhea sheepishly turned back to face her opponent. “I… uh, I see… well. Good for you.”

Knowing this news was her only real chance, she reared her leg back and went for a full force kick to the balls but his speed came into play again and he managed to catch her by the ankle. He rose to his feet, tripping her to the floor in the process.

It was clear he wasn’t happy after those low blows, spitefully stomping onto her little frame. After making her suffer for a bit, he dove onto her once more, but this time he straddled her head, sticking his crotch into her face.

He seemed to actively ensure her shoulders weren’t down so this didn’t even count as a pin. Instead he was effectively smothering her with his apparently huge genitals, a statement of pure dominance if ever there was one. She struggled beneath him with all she had but she could barely budge him.

Within a few moments her movements stopped. As Akeno walked over towards them, Roland posed in a proud flex. His smile was a mile wide and so was his girlfriend’s.

Marissa cackled and turned one by one to all the men around the ring as she boasted. “How do you like that?! That’s a man… none of you even come close to measuring up! Heh...”

Akeno grasped one of Rhea’s arms. She raised it up and let go, watching it fall limp to the mat. She then called out, “She’s out. This fall is awarded to Roland. He has won the match by a score of 5-0.”

Roland got up very slowly, wriggling his manhood into poor Rhea’s face one more time before he got to his feet. He squared up to Akeno, who he was now guaranteed a fight against.
That look he gave her… it was more than just intensity. It was… hateful. I glanced between him and Marissa and saw the both of them seemed to be looking at our sensei this way.

There was something... off, about this… surely Akeno sensed it as well. She eyed Roland warily as she gently cradled Rhea in her arms and carried her to the sidelines.

Standing upright, Akeno shot glances between the two troublemakers. “During our next private sessions, I think we will focus on humility.” she stated. There was no malice in her voice but with her power it was hard not to interpret this as quite the weighty threat. “Your appetite for embarrassing those with less strength and experience than you cannot go unaddressed...”

Neither said a word to this. The air had become uncomfortable, thick with tension.

They’d been around the dojo for a fair bit longer than I and while they were always rather bold, their displays today seemed brazen even for them. Suddenly it was as though they’d lost all respect for our mentor… or perhaps never had it to begin with.

Either way, before what looked like a potentially bloody final, we had a ‘bronze’ match to watch first, a bout for third place between the losers of the semis. Theoretically this should mean Marissa vs. Rhea but even if the latter were awake, she likely wouldn’t be in any condition to fight. The same held true for all but one quarterfinalist as well.

This fact really highlighted how many participants had been left unconscious after their fights, five in total. Was this merely a coincidence…?

Either way, this meant that by default, Seiya, the guy Rhea had earlier narrowly dispatched with her speedy strikes was paired against Marissa. Due to the expected fatigue, it was agreed that this would be a single fall match.

It became clear pretty quickly that he was no match for Marissa, as she had little trouble avoiding his shots. It’s obvious he was a lot more worn down by the previous matches than she was; Akeno had actually taken all of her opponents down pretty painlessly.

As she seemed to be going out of her way to toy with Seiya, I saw Roland in the corner of my eye whispering into a pupil’s ear. He seemed shocked by what he heard.

“What…? M-My mom…?” he uttered. Roland grimly nodded and gestured towards the door. Apparently he wanted to tell him about whatever happened outside, away from our ears. They left together. Akeno, as the defacto referee, was watching the match too intently to see this.

I was a bit concerned for the guy but I worried I’d be intruding on something personal so I just kept focused on the match for now.

For the third consecutive time, Marissa blocked her foes’ punch and countered with a palm strike, slamming her hand into his nose. He was clearly getting frustrated. He charged at her with his arm outstretched, attempting a clothesline. Marissa actually bent over backwards to avoid it, landing in a crabwalk position, blatantly showing off her flexibility.

The man fighting her froze, at first stunned and then… seemingly a little intrigued by her
pose as she held the position. He shook his head to snap himself out of it and then tried
for a classic karate chop at her seemingly prone form. But Marissa put up a leg and simply
kicked his hand away.

Discouragement flashed across his face, but he took a deep breath to try and stay composed. He attacked once more, punching downwards. Marissa casually swept her body away from him, holding herself up on one hand and foot apiece, causing his fist to slam into the floor. She chuckled, giving her ass a mocking little shake in his direction.

He was definitely struggling not to lose his cool as he reared his fist back off the floor. He tried again, punching with all his might, going down to a knee in the process. Marissa dodged once more, on the opposite side this time. This left her nearly face to face with Seiya. With her free hand, she gave him a finger flick between the eyes.

As Marissa returned to her crab walk position, Seiya let out an aggravated grunt, his understandable frustration mounting. He switched tactics here, going for a sweeping kick to her mighty legs to try and take out her base. His shin collided solidly against hers… but her leg, packed with feminine muscle didn’t budge. Marissa chuckled and taunted, “Oh I’m sorry, was that supposed to hurt…? Is that all you got, little man?”

She lifted her hand and put her thumb and index finger an inch apart, insinuating that it wasn’t his muscles she was referring to. Despite the tense atmosphere, I overheard one of the remaining girls stifling a giggle.

Seiya’s face flushed red from shame. He took a step back, and reared his leg up as far as he could. He kicked with all his might, his leg crashing loudly against Marissa’s… but not only did she seem unharmed, her opponent was sent reeling back, holding his shin and hopping on one foot in pain. The girl from before was no longer holding back her laughter.

Despite how it may seem, Seiya was a well-trained and gifted martial artist, I can attest to his strength personally and yet he was being made an utter fool of. A testament not only to Marissa’s skill but also just how rock solid her thick calves really were.

To his credit, the humiliated fighter wasn’t willing to give up. He proceeded to step several yards backwards. Determined, he took a three point stance and dashed full speed forward, launching into a kick that’d assuredly take out any regular foe. But seemingly milliseconds before it connected, Marissa moved this time into a handstand, evading the blow entirely.
Though clearly taken by surprise, the fighter had enough balance and wherewithal to keep from tripping despite the force put behind the punt. Seiya turned to face Marissa as she gracefully held herself up in a perfect vertical line, the bottom of her gi coming up slightly to show off more of her shapely hips. Her bare feet came towards her opponent’s face, gently pressing against it before one of them swung into a taunting smack.

As she again returned to her position, an increasingly humiliated and angry Seiya leapt up into the air, looking to blast her in the face with an elbow drop. To avoid this she simply stood straight up, letting him spike his funny bone against the floor with an embarrassingly high-pitched yelp.

As she continued playing with the poor man, I heard the door slide open. Roland had returned… alone. Where did the other guy go…?

Marissa seemed to take notice as well, and suddenly she stopped with the games. As the frustrated Seiya ran towards her, she blasted him in the stomach with a toe kick that doubled him over. She proceeded to turn around and - quite unexpectedly - hiked up the bottom of her karate gi to show off what, I hate to admit, was one truly fantastic, shapely ass shown off in a paper-thin G-string. This got a few gasps from the ever-decreasing crowd.

As Marissa’s opponent raised his head, he saw that he was lucky enough to be at eye level with it. He seemed mesmerized… so much so he didn’t react at all as she merely took a few steps backwards, shoving it into his face in the process. She then reared back her highly flexible leg until her heel was at the back of his head. With this, she kept his face firmly in place.

Only then did he seem to realize what was happening; he couldn’t breathe, smothered between her cheeks. He helplessly flailed his arms around, trying to back out of this, but she simply bore down harder with her heel and ended up pressing his face even deeper into her perfect backside. Seiya grabbed at her leg and of course failed miserably at his attempt at prying it off. As desperation set in, he switched to going for her planted leg to see if he could trip her. But he couldn’t even budge it. I knew how that one felt…

All three of the remaining girls around the ring struggled to withhold their laughter at the poor man’s plight. After some time, his flailing finally stopped and his body - save for his head - fell limp to the floor. Marissa kept his head right where she wanted it as Akeno stepped into the ring. Once again she got quite a dirty look as she raised the man’s arm and let it fall limp.

“He’s out. This match is awarded to Marissa.” she announced.

Marissa put her foot back down to the floor, releasing him… after capping off with swift hip attack into his face to send him down just that little bit faster, a parting shot for a man already unconscious. She walked out of the ring with an aura of smugness, sashaying her hips like she was the hottest thing alive.

With third place secured, it was time for our finals. Roland, the most muscular, imposing and vicious man I’d ever seen versus Akeno, for my money the strongest, most skilled and beautiful warrior on the planet. Despite my uncertainty towards the situation, I was getting pretty excited!
The two prime examples of their respective genders stood eye-to-eye in the center of the ring, donning their fighting stances. No sign of intimidation on either of their faces.

Akeno quietly commanded, “Go.” and they were off. It was an unreal scene as fists and feet flew at speeds I could barely even see. It was immediately made clear that they had both been holding back until now.

It didn’t take long for Roland to start going for the alternating roundhouse kicks he pummeled Rhea with earlier. Akeno managed to block them with her forearms however, clearly more a match for his speed. After deflecting his third attempt, Akeno managed to duck under the fourth one and swiftly shot forward, grabbing his planted leg and taking him down to the floor.

Akeno mounted him, straddling his torso. He reached up, making a grab for her neck but she caught his wrists. Aggressively she slammed his hands down on either side of his head. This made for an effective pin. Us pupils quickly began counting.

“1...!”

But he quickly managed to shoot one of his shoulders up off the mat, clearly in no real threat of being pinned yet. However it seemed Akeno factored this into her strategy, as she quickly centered in on that raised arm and manipulated it painfully behind him, letting his own weight pin the appendage to the floor. She proceeded to do the same to his opposite arm and now his own chiseled torso took his bodybuilder limbs out of the equation.

Now that the hulking beast was nearly defenseless, Akeno wrapped an arm around his neck and cranked his head forward in a vicious choke. As he wriggled his head in an attempt to escape the hold, his cheek repeatedly brushed against her right breast, and in that moment I realized I was both supremely jealous and fully erect.

She kept her vicelike hold in for quite a number of seconds and it seemed he would soon pass out, just like he and his girlfriend’s victims had - after that bronze match they were now up to five that they alone had left unconscious. This was in addition to a sixth from an unrelated match.

...That really couldn’t have been a coincidence, could it? Was there a reason they both finished their matches that way...?

Either way, just when it seemed he was fading, with a powerful buck of his legs he managed to roll over, putting himself on top of Akeno, though she kept her hold in and actually seemed to be sinking it in deeper from here.

Nonetheless now with his arms freed he managed to push himself up off the floor and slowly staggered to his feet. Roland’s powerful arms wrapped around Akeno. He bent down as far as he could, before shooting up and flipping her over his head with a powerful overhead belly-to-belly as some would call it.

This was enough to force her to release the hold and would’ve sent her hurtling onto her back, but she managed to complete the rotation in mid-air and land harmlessly on her feet. The second she was on the floor, she went down and spun into a dynamic legsweep. But Roland managed to hop over this, spin in mid-air and land facing her as she was still kneeling down. He shot forward with a knee and actually managed to blast her in her gorgeous face with it.

This drove her right to her back. He leapt onto her, putting his full body weight onto her for the pin.

“1…!”

Just before the 2, Akeno managed to lift him off of her, effectively bench pressing his muscular frame. From this manually made gap, she managed to slink out from under him. Quick roll to gain some distance and she was back on her feet. The two squared off once more.

There was a smattering of applause from the other pupils, quickly taken in by this fight. I myself was a little stunned, it was surreal to see someone match up so well with Akeno.

Warily the two approached each other, their arms outstretched as though they wanted to grapple. Akeno hesitantly grasped one of Roland’s hands. He seemed to be offering the other as if he wanted to lock both but it appeared my sensei had other ideas. She seemed to take Roland by surprise when she suddenly slid between his legs, taking his muscular arm with her. This doubled him over so deeply that he couldn’t stay on his feet, falling to his knees.

Akeno wasted no time wrapping his legs up into a painful knot around his bulky arm. He groaned and tried to reach back with his only free limb, but she grabbed this too and forced it into a hammerlock. She then forcefully manipulated it until it too was trapped in the tight vice his legs created against his will.

“Auugh, what the hell…?!” he grunted, the first words I’d heard him say that day. Akeno simply stepped away and let him struggle. She didn’t have even have to do anything to keep him in this hold, he was simply trapped in his own limbs. I’d never seen anything like it before. Frankly the hulking bruiser looked ridiculous. I think the students wanted to laugh at him, though they made sure to hide it for fear of having their heads torn off later…

My sensei had no joy on her face as with an unceremonious kick to his ass she sent him rolling onto his back. Now it seemed he was even more trapped.
Casually she stepped over near his head and gently laid her bare foot on his shoulder. She glanced out expectantly towards the audience. The pupils took a moment to realize this actually counted as a pin!

“1…! 2…!”

Roland frantically wriggled, his teeth gnashing as he desperately tried to figure out some way out of this embarrassing predicament…

“3!”

“...That fall goes to Akeno.” Akeno herself announced. “The score is now 1-0.”

Roland seemed utterly mortified. I glanced over at Marissa to see she was actually facepalming. Meanwhile in the ring, Akeno took her foot off of her opponent’s prone form and bent down to look him in the eye. “I hope you learned from this experience, Roland.” she said with a stern tone. “Now you know what it feels like to be shamed by someone stronger than you.”

“H-How dare you?!” he snapped. Without another word, she knelt down and pried his legs apart, freeing him from the prison of his own limbs. He scrambled up to his feet looking absolutely livid. He reared back and launched an animalistic punch. Akeno easily ducked it however and unleashed a swift front kick to his face, the balls of her bare feet smacking him between the eyes. It wasn’t delivered with much force, just enough to stagger him back a few steps. This of course only got on his nerves even more.

“I’m going to rip you apart!” he growled.

“Roland!” Marissa snapped from the sidelines. “Calm. The Fuck. Down.”

He promptly calmed the fuck down. Atleast enough to let Akeno to step outside the ring, calling for the brief interval between rounds; a sixty second pause to allow the fighters to recover.

During this I overheard a girl’s voice, one of the pupils spoke in an uncomfortable tone, “Ngh, I better take this opportunity...”

She stood up slowly and quietly marched around the ring towards the girl’s restroom. Marissa agreed, “Hm, good idea.” and followed her in.

As the two competitors stood across, just outside opposite ends of the ring, they truly looked night and day. Roland barely containing his seething rage, Akeno the vision of serenity. I breathed a sigh of relief, seeing how in control Akeno was. This violent couple had certainly become troublesome, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle.

Around the ring, the ever diminishing pupils - myself included - were keeping count of the seconds under our breath.

At once, the lot of us shouted “Go” when the minute was up. As Akeno calmly stepped into the ring, Roland charged directly at her. My mentor deftly dodged out of the way, slipping behind him and grasping him around the waist in a single motion. She rolled him backwards, putting him on his back, his ankles splayed above his head. With a short hop, she was now sitting atop his hips.

It seemed to take the cry of “1!” for Roland to realize this was a pinning combination. He struggled madly at “2!”, enough to kick out. He rolled to his feet as Akeno swiftly returned to her fighting stance. He rushed once more, directly into a hurricanrana; that is to say Akeno leapt up onto his shoulders, squeezed her bare thighs around his neck and flipped him onto his back once again.

Jealousy again struck me powerfully as Akeno’s skirt engulfed his head, her crotch presumably pressing deeply against his mouth. She had a leg hooked for extra leverage into this, another pinning predicament.

“1…!”

This time, he caught on much quicker and was able to shove her off of him; Akeno was pushed directly to her feet and Roland swiftly scrambled to his own.

“You were doing much better earlier, before you lost your temper.” Akeno pointed out. “You’re a skilled fighter but when your focus leaves you, so too does your talent. Blind rage will only hinder you.”

Roland scoffed. “In case you haven’t noticed ‘sensei’, this is a fight not a lecture!”

With a leap forward, he swung his colossal arm Akeno’s way. She rushed forward herself though and wrapped her own arm around it to cease the assault; this left her body pressed tightly against him, her face inches from his own.

Her face neutral as ever, Akeno replied, “I believe every battle can be a learning experience...”

With a frustrated grunt he attempted a sweeping roundhouse kick, aimed at Akeno’s head. Effortlessly she caught this as well with her free arm. Now she had half his limbs in her grasp.

“Sloppy.” Akeno sighed as Roland struggled in her arms. “You should never allow yourself to be this vulnerable in actual combat...”

With a pop of her hips, Akeno flipped her opponent over her head in a suplex, keeping his limbs locked even after his back slammed against the mat. With a nimble backflip, she found herself standing at the goliath’s feet. In an instant, she released his arm, instead grabbing for his other leg, raising the both of them up in the shape of a V.

“Because if you do…” Akeno warned before raising her beautiful, powerful leg up high into the air, bent at the knee. With terrifying speed, she launched it downwards, her foot hurdling between Roland’s legs…

I saw a flash of terror across the brute’s steely face as the blur of Akeno’s thick powerful leg soared toward his crotch…

...only to stop just short, her bare foot hovering mere centimeters from the enormous bulge in his pants. Akeno bent down, looking him dead in the eye. “...you may just lose those genitals you’re so proud of.”

She retracted her foot and let it sink harmlessly to the floor. Roland backed away on the mat before leaping to his feet. His cheeks seemed a little flushed as he took a deep breath. I don’t know if I’d say he’d been humbled, but it appeared the message had been received.

Akeno calmly resumed her fighting stance, and now the bruiser seemed hesitant, approaching slowly. After a few moments, he struck again, leaping forward and attempting another roundhouse kick. As soon as Roland’s leg shot up, bent at the knee, my sensei swiveled her hips to catch it. However at the last second his leg retracted and a flash of surprise lit up Akeno’s eye - it was a feint! Roland instead leapt up and kicked with his opposite leg, blasting into my mentor’s left shoulder.

For the first time I could recall, I heard a grunt of pain come from her lips… he had attacked the same arm that Marissa had diligently worked on earlier! Now it made sense; she wasn’t even intending to defeat Akeno in their match, she was merely softening her up for Roland.

Our sensei tried to hide her pain but her wince betrayed her as she took a few steps backwards. Her stance shifted, she seemed ready to block any attempts at her injured arm with her good arm. But I was a bit concerned; if I could see that, surely Roland could…

He closed the gap in a single motion and launched a mighty punch towards her beautiful face. Perhaps instinctively she caught his fist; the moment her right arm moved, he fired a shot with his opposite fist, blasting into her left. This time she couldn’t help but cry out in pain as she retreated. It was shocking, and a little heartbreaking for me to see her like that.

This time Roland capitalized quicker, rushing forward and wrapping his mighty arms around her. He grasped at the back of her thighs as he lifted her, spinning as he slammed her into the mat.

Now mounting Akeno, he grabbed at her bad arm and twisted it into a kimura, a devastating submission hold. She was gritting her teeth at this point, struggling to contain her scream.

“That’s it, Roland!” I heard Marissa cry from a few feet away. “Always go after your opponent’s weakest points!”

I actually didn’t notice her returning from the bathroom, I was too entranced in the fight. I didn’t really want to take my attention off it now of all times but I did do a very quick scan of the room and realized the other girl hadn’t come back with her…

Meanwhile in the ring, Akeno struggled beneath the hulking size of her opponent. As Roland wrenched deeper, she slipped her free hand underneath his chiseled torso. What happened next was quite the sight as once again she slowly pushed his heavy frame into the air, bench pressing him with only one hand this time!

Roland seemed a bit disturbed by this and began wildly yanking on Akeno’s injured arm, re-exerting the pressure of the kimura time and again. Eventually this seemed to do the trick as she dropped him, and he quickly sunk it in even deeper.

My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw her rapidly slapping Roland’s back; Akeno had just tapped out! The most dominant woman I’d ever known had just… submitted?!

Roland released her and came up flexing as Akeno rolled onto her side, clutching her injured arm. Somehow she still sounded calm as she announced, “The score is now tied, 1-1.”

It was clear she noticed the shock in her pupil’s voices, gasping and marveling at the ring at what just occurred. As she turned and walked out of the ring for the intermission, she casually explained, “There is no shame in submitting when you cannot escape… it’s not a good habit to place the importance of a victory over your own health. From there you’d naturally begin to find victory more important than your opponent’s health… and from there a darkness is born.”

Did she… do that on purpose, just to try and lead by example?

We couldn’t help but agree with her logic, though Roland seemed unimpressed. He yelled from the other side of the ring, “Don’t play it off as a learning experience! You had no choice but to tap, I forced you to submit! Hmph… trying to pretend there was anything else you could do...”

Akeno shot him a dirty look, one that’d certainly send shivers down my spine. But it was clear that this behemoth was far from intimidated by his mentor… if he even considered her one at this point. It was hard to understand where all this animosity was coming from.

“Don’t let her get into your head…” Marissa warned. “...you’ve got her right where you want her!”

The sixty seconds ended and they again entered the ring. This time before anything else, Roland lifted a single hand in a position possibly familiar to wrestling fans. Akeno recognized it as a challenge to a test of strength. She accepted, and they swiftly locked hands with each other, all four clasped tightly within each other. Roland’s body tensed to show off even more definition as he shoved against her. Akeno stood her ground, for a moment refusing to go down but her arms seemed to shake… I was stunned, he was actually a challenge for her in power!

The ever decreasing crowd of pupils gasped as he slowly bent her backwards until finally her shoulders were pressed against the mat. Roland glared towards us and barked, “Count!”

The stunned audience quietly counted, “1… 2… 3.” This was insane… I mean certainly he looked stronger but I’d seen her demolish much bigger men than herself in the past. I couldn’t believe someone actually beat her in a test of strength.

He smirked at her, keeping her pressed down a fair bit longer than he had to, before releasing. Marissa cheered uproariously, jumping up and down, her titties bounding as her boyfriend flexed and posed proudly on his way out of the ring.

Akeno rubbed her shoulders as she declared, “The score is now 2-1 in favor of Roland.”

As Marissa finished her cheering, out of the corner of her eye she noticed one of the pupils, a rather shy young man, staring at her bouncing breasts. She whipped around to face him and his eyes went wide in a shock.

“S-Sorry! Sorry I didn’t mean to stare, I-I...” he nervously stuttered, backing away.

“Oh relax little guy, it’s not a big deal.” she assured him, a comforting hand on his shoulder. She began to massage his shoulder… and seemed to take a keen interest. “Mmm, you’re firm for a little dude… heheh, so you like my tits, huh?”

This was quite a scene, the other pupils staring, surprised at her sheer forwardness. She sure didn’t talk to me like that. The man blushed wildly as he couldn’t think of a single appropriate response beyond simply nodding slowly.

Marissa smirked and leaned in close. “You wanna see ‘em…?” she whispered, tugging her gi down a little so as to show off some ample cleavage. “How’s about you and me take a trip to the little boy’s room together and have some fun~?”

His mouth was agape, his eyes shimmering. An opportunity like this was the last thing he expected. His eyes darted back and forth between her and the hulking man sitting indian style waiting for the next round to begin. “B-But what about...”

“Oh, Roland? Don’t worry about him… we’ve got a pretty open relationship.” she explained with a smile. “We do stuff like this all the time! So what you do you say?”

“I… wow this was sudden. Y-You’re forward, I mean...” he answered, quite befuddled. “Erm… I-I-I don’t know...”

“Well it’s fine if you don’t… I mean I’m sure a bold stud like you is just swimming in tail.” she replied, her voice absolutely dripping in sarcasm. “Especially tail like this...”

She stepped away from him towards the boy’s bathroom, hiking her gi up to show off said tail in all it’s thick, golden, rippling glory. The poor guy was shuddering from his lust and wracking nerves. He looked at the other pupils and got a few shrugs and gestures to follow. Even the girls were egging him on.804 He gazed at her as she opened the door, giving him a wink as she stepped inside. Frantically he rushed after her, joining her in the bathroom right as the time for the next round came up and the two combatants returned to the ring.

They grappled again and Roland swiftly wrestled her to the ground. It was silly but I was more jealous than ever of the provocative position they landed in, as their torsos were pressed together, her legs splayed in the air on either side of his hips. He crawled forward and tried to force his genitals, which bulged heavily out of his karate pants into her beautiful face. She grasped at his hips, pushing him forward just enough to prevent contact.

Roland boasted, “Come onnnn… you know you want it. Heheh… you want me to give you a teabagging just as good as poor little Rhea got, isn’t that right?”

Her expression darkened at that. Bringing that up was perhaps a poor idea. She pushed curled her legs up, a thrust of both knees shoving him a few feet into the air. The karate master straightened her powerful legs, letting him fall ribsfirst onto her barefeet. This clearly did some damage, and she didn’t let up, backflipping him onto the mat and mounting him. She rained down some rapid punches, stinging his face until he covered up.

As soon as his arms were up, she rolled backwards, nimbly coming up to her feet, standing between his legs. She grabbed his ankles and raised them, spreading them into a V. She reared her leg back deeply and Roland seemed stunned when he saw her unleash a mighty kick, realizing immediately that it was too fast for him to block. Her bare foot hurtled at an intense, frightening velocity towards his testicles…

...and stopped just short. The top of her foot pressed gently against his mighty genitals. Roland was frozen in shock as she held this position for a bit.

“I want you to know, I’ve castrated a man in a single strike before.” Akeno coldly informed him. “I have chosen not to do that to you… in a regular fight, with a less honorable opponent, you may already be a eunuch right now.”

She removed her foot from his groin and let him scramble to his feet. She continued, “If you want to keep those privates you’re so proud of, I’d suggest you stop being careless in battle.”

Roland was several shades of emotional after that display. Anger, bewilderment, embarrassment… and perhaps a little gratitude for her hesitation at smashing his testicles. But as he tended to, he settled on rage.

He rushed her, attempting several mighty strikes that just missed thanks to Akeno’s limber dodging. She countered with a roundhouse kick, her shin smashing into his chest and knocking him back. My beloved mentor attempted to follow up with a thrust kick, her foot aimed at his jaw but he managed to catch it.

He shoved her leg to the left but she simply spun along with it, completing the rotation and blasting him in the face with a spinning back kick, knocking him to the floor. She followed up, going down, grabbing his legs and twisting them into the shape of a 4, using her own legs to hold them in place in a Figure 4 Leglock. He struggled to try and roll around and reverse the pressure, but Akeno kept him tightly in place, a remarkably snug submission hold to be sure.

As her powerful legs kept him at bay, Marissa made a big show of leaving the bathroom, kicking the door open and cackling madly. “Wow! Hahaha, what a pathetic little wimp! How long were we in there, about a minute and half? Heheh, done before he ever made it inside and he started crying immediately after… best leave him to his alone time, poor little bitch.”

Her sheer boldness was unheard of in this dojo, she’d always been a bit of a wild one but she certainly had never shown this side of her before. For the most part us pupils weren’t happy with her trying to embarrass him, though a couple were definitely holding back giggles.

With him out of the way for now, the crowd was barely a crowd at all anymore. The only conscious students around the ring at this point were me, Marissa, two men and two women… a far cry from the over a dozen students that surrounded the ring in the early rounds.

Meanwhile in the ring, Roland showed off his strength, grabbing Akeno around the ankle and slowly but surely managing to pry her legs off of his own. With great effort he was able to break her hold and the two of them rushed to their feet. My mentor went for a jab, this time he was the one to dodge, as he juked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and keeping her held in a tight vice. He attempted a German Suplex, trying to flip her onto the mat, but she caught him with an elbow to the face in mid-air that halted the ascent and he set her back down on her feet, keeping his arms locked.

After some struggling, the hulking man seemed to notice that Akeno’s ass happened to brush repeatedly against his groin. Atleast judging by his smirk he was certainly aware. He held her a little closer… and brought his hands up to her breasts, unmistakably groping her.

A collective gasp came from us onlookers as he was blatantly feeling up our sensei right in front of us. Roland chuckled lustily, licking his lips as he squeezed her enormous tits tightly. I could only imagine that if he saw the expression on Akeno’s face in that moment, he’d realize what a terrible mistake he just made.

In a flash she grabbed his wrists, easily pulling his hands off of her, and delivered a powerful buck of her hips, smashing her shapely ass into his groin, doubling him over. Now out of his mighty grasp, she spun around and sent a fierce roundhouse kick up into his temple, catching him as his head lowered. He sunk like a stone to the mat, seemingly entirely knocked out on the spot. She stomped heavily against his ribs, getting little reaction other than his lifeless body jerking upwards reflexively.

She glared at us with a frightening glance. We were quick to count, “1… 2… 3!”

“The score is now tied, 2-2.” she announced, a chilling lack of emotion in her voice. This was what her rage looked like… and despite the fact that I’d only ever seen her protect me, herself and others with it, it was nonetheless terrifying to me.

Akeno casually walked over to the side of the room where we kept various supplies. She pulled out some smelling salts, strode over to Roland and aggressively blasted him in the face with them. He jolted awake, coughing up a storm as she stepped out of the ring for the sixty second intermission. Roland was seething, the two combatants each looked the picture of intensity, albeit one raging and the other stoic, as they glared at each other from opposite sides.

The silence was thick, as even Marissa didn’t seem to have much to say after that. We quietly waited out the period and signaled for the match to continue. They rushed towards each other, Roland continuing his usual relentless attacking style but he couldn’t connect with anything this time around. And when Akeno began her counterattack, she was utterly relentless, pelting him with rapid fists, chops, and kicks to his entire body. It didn’t seem she was going for a knockout this time, instead just dishing out all the pain she could.

Eventually he collapsed to one knee as Akeno coldly stared down at him. “For all your talent, it’s shocking how much you have left to learn… lacking discipline and decency in equal measure.”

Roland leaped to his feet and launched a powerful punch, but before he even made contact Akeno caught him under the chin with her instep, her leg fully extended for this soccer-style kick, her skirt sweeping up dramatically. The shot knocked him right on his ass. She lectured further, “I swear, one way or another, you will learn something today Roland.”

Me and three other students were cheering her on. We were so invested in the fight before us, we had no idea what was going on behind us. I felt a frantic desperate hand just barely brush against my back, but when I turned around to see the cause, I was already too late…

There I saw Marissa, choking out one of the two remaining female pupils of Akeno’s dojo.
Her arms were locked tight around her throat as her body went limp. She was out.

“Wh-what the hell?!” I blurted out as the other three pupils, more experienced and skilled than I by a wide margin, took a defense stance. Marissa tossed her victim aside and gestured for us to come after her, a wicked smile spreading.

Akeno swiftly took notice and turned to see this, shocked. “What do you think you’re-” she began, but was cut off by Roland ambushing her and tackling her to the ground.

Meanwhile the last remaining female student rushed in first towards Marissa. She easily ducked past her punch, and caught her with a surprise back kick, showing off her might and flexibility in equal measure as it knocked her out instantly.

The two men came towards her together, one with a low kick, the other with a punch aimed at her face. With an astounding leap she jumped over both attacks. Showing incredible athleticism, she spun in mid-air, locking her toned, muscular arms around one man’s neck and her powerful, thick thighs around the other’s. She flipped them both to the floor and now they were helpless as she was choking them both out simultaneously.

As Marissa was easily dominating two men at once, men that I knew for a fact were more capable than I, she shot me an arrogant look, her eyes daring me to do something about it. My pulse was pounding with terror… but I had to try and stop her, and with both sets of limbs occupied, surely she couldn’t defend herself… right?

I had no idea why she was doing this, but it was clear this was no friendly competition. I had no choice but to act...

Part 2: www.deviantart.com/femdom-fana…