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Jade Tiger Dojo, Kyoto, Japan.
March 14th 2013. 11.16pm.
A meaty THWUMP rung out in the quiet of the deserted gym area, accompanied half a second later by a low, rasping moan. Harley Jo Collins pushed the sweaty burden off her posted knee onto the matts and took a moment to massage at the ugly looking red welt which was growing on her calf, one of several currently decorating her legs and abdomen. There was no doubt that these were going to leave her stiff as hell in the morning, but right now there was a lesson to finish teaching and more fun to be had.
HARLEY JO COLLINS
“Never did work out any fancy names for most of these, but ah figure that business isn’t really needed right here anyway.” Harley stood to address what she assumed was a quivering wreck of a dojo student and raised an eyebrow in silent appreciation when the pile of bones managed to roll to her knees and get up to a heavy crouch, albeit looking wobbly enough that a stiff breeze might knock her down again.
The new girl’s eyes burned fury, but she had clearly learned how dangerous it was to be in close proximity to her tormentress. Sadly for her, staying away wasn’t working either, Harley closing the distance in an instant and…absorbing yet another knee, this one targeted perfectly into stomach and knocking her back a few paces. And suddenly the blonde was on her, storming in to launch a powerful forearm into her jaw.
“Are you proud of yourself Ms Collins?” The blonde’s voice was cracked from the abuse her body had taken, but there was still withering contempt in her tone. Her arms were of far more concern to Harley, a nasty elbow slamming into her sternum as she hastily got a hand up to guard her head “Are you satisfied that a brain and a body like yours is consumed only with a need to cause paiGGUUHHH”.
The last sentence ended in a sob as Harley, having recovered her breath, drove a vicious short knee up into the taller girl’s crotch. She slumped forward, leaving her easy prey for one of the Tennessee Terror’s favourite moves. Grinning, Collins snatched a secure double underhook and braced her legs.
“Seem to recall that you’d already got a handle on this one back in the daylight,” Harley hauled the blonde’s weight to almost vertical via her twin armholds. “Never hurts to do some revision.” With that she forced her package back down and dropped to her back, bringing both knees up so the bony joints were in perfect position to SPIKE descending tummy.
UNDERHOOK DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER (www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9pliXMGIIM )
The new girl landed with a wet thump and a horrible retching noise, and rolled off onto her side, bringing her knees up to a foetal position as she cradled her destroyed stomach. Harley stayed on her back for a second, reflecting on the sheer enjoyment of beating the smugness out of someone.
She hadn’t expected that today would include such pleasure. Harley had been asked, as a touring superstar from the world’s biggest promotion, to visit the dojo and tutor some eager and hopelessly honourable Japanese kids in her art. These sessions were always part of the promotional duties on a tour and usually the only enjoyment was in seeing how far the precious concept of honour could be pushed before one of the new fish either got angry or, worse, did something seen as disrespectful to their honoured guest.
This time amongst the hopeful oriental smiles there had been a gangly and extremely stroppy looking gaijin, lurking at the back and trying to be inconspicuous despite having more than a foot of height over most of her cohort. Harley had a fleeting respect for any westerner who chose the arduous path of Japan’s dojos, but this had evaporated within an hour of hearing the girl’s constant sighs and clear impatience with the techniques being demonstrated.
Such rudeness was rare in Japan and Harley, knowing her etiquette as she did, simply ignored it, instead giving some extremely practical demonstrations of the finer points of gutbusters. The sighing stopped after a while but the blonde beanpole was still rolling her eyes a little too much. And then the final straw had come when this lanky foreigner got a chance to demonstrate her learning and, after what was admittedly a pretty impressive execution of the Double Knee Gutbuster, turned to Harley and gave an overly elaborate bow which conveyed a great deal of smugness and absolutely no respect whatsoever.
Most of FAWN’s finest would have taken this as the cue to tee off on the upstart, either verbally or (more likely) giving a close-up demonstration of their skills. But the Vicious Volunteer was not like most women, and so instead she had begun to have some fun. This started with using the blonde as a training dummy for demonstrations and then ensuring that she never got a turn herself. Then comments on the technique of every single student around the gaijin. Then, when the girl’s sulk had given way to silent, gelid rage, she quietly suggested that some ‘extra tuition’ might be available if she came back to the gym after hours.
And now they found themselves in a spotlight amongst darkness, on the matts in an otherwise deserted gym. Well…Harley found that. The gaijin was finding out a whole lot more: that big girls can be seriously mean, that experience counts for a lot, and that good striking skills alone aren’t nearly enough to cut it against the best. But mainly the poor girl was finding that there was no way to dull the sickening, burning throb of pain that a real expert was capable of inflicting on her pale stomach.
To be fair, Harley reflected, the oversized girl had put up a decent fight and her legs would definitely be feeling it tomorrow. Maybe it was time to show a little benevolence. “Now then child” the big brunette drawled, “Ah think you’ve had enough learnin’ for one night.” The unsubtle metaphor was accompanied by Harley knee-walking over into a high mount over the pile of blonde wreckage.
“You’re disgusting, Ms Collins.” The voice was croaky but ringing confidence despite the difficulty of her position, and those eyes were locked on hers and full of hatred.
Harley paused in thought for a second, then sat back to drive the medicine ball of her rear end hard into the tall girl’s reddening stomach. She gasped and sat up a little as the air was again driven from her body. But she soon had more to worry about as Harley used the motion to slip off and spin around into a high kneel which would allow her to sit back and engulf the blonde’s features at any second. The threat was obvious to anyone who’d ever seen a FAWN card.
“Care to rethink that opinion, sweetie? Seems to me I’ve done nothing except teach an unruly child some good old-fashioned manners.”
There was silence for a few seconds, and Harley thought she might have got her point across for good. Then the blonde spoke up again. “You must know, Ms Collins, that you are already running scared from your biggest rival. You have spent years being nasty but you face an opponent who is meaner than you can ever be.”
“Time, Ms Collins. Time pulls you further away from what you could have been, and lets people like me become better than even you can dream. But someone like you can never give this up, never leave the game for others to play no matter how often you lose. So do your worst now, Ms Collins, because whatever you take, all I have to do is wait, and in time I will get it back in full.”
Harley glanced over her shoulder and fixed the girl with a stare. “What’d you say your name was sweetheart?”
“Astrid White.” The voice was even firmer than it had been, although she must have known that what came next would not be pleasant.
ASTRID WHITE
“Well, Astrid, two last bits of learnin’. The first is that Ah’m going to be looking out for you and your words. Whenever time you want to come back and try that stuff you were talkin’ about, you just gotta holler and there ah’ll be.”
Harley didn’t wait for a response, she just sat back and gave her hips a wiggle to ensure a tight seal. Then she leaned forward a little and slowly placed one hand on the girl’s trembling trunks before running her nails lightly up to that toned stomach.
“Your second bit of knowin’ is to try not to panic and lose all your air straight away. The lesson ain’t finished until we’ve got to the guts of this particular problem.”
Those oh so dangerous fingers formed a claw, hovered for a tantalising moment, and then plunged into the expanse of pale tummy. The response was immediate, the trapped girl letting out a scream which was completely lost in Collins’ trunks and bucking wildly. This didn’t bother Harley, nor did the bridge the girl was trying to get up into, she merely grasped her wrist with her other hand and bore down, beginning a sick twist of the claw which elicited a bellow so loud even the sound muffler stealing her air wasn’t enough to contain it.
“There there, baby,” Harley cooed as she continued to work the most devastating stomach claw on any continent. The blonde’s writhing was starting to cease, the inevitable consequence of oxygen deprivation spreading through her system. But Collins had other ideas, rising for just a split second so that she could grab one last rasping breath before darkness consumed her again. “Neeeearly time for sleep, sugah, but I want one more lullaby first.”
Another twist of her wrist was met with a high-pitched roar, sounding almost inhuman through the barrier of her derriere. Harley smiled and gave one last dig into the girl’s guts, coinciding with the blonde’s final, dreamy shudder before stretching out into unconsciousness. The big brunette waited, almost frozen in anticipation, just to make fully certain. Then, fingers tinged in red pulling away from the ugly purplish ring across the defeated girl’s stomach, she rose slowly to vertical and took a second to survey the long, slumbering body laid out at her feet.
March 14th 2013. 11.16pm.
A meaty THWUMP rung out in the quiet of the deserted gym area, accompanied half a second later by a low, rasping moan. Harley Jo Collins pushed the sweaty burden off her posted knee onto the matts and took a moment to massage at the ugly looking red welt which was growing on her calf, one of several currently decorating her legs and abdomen. There was no doubt that these were going to leave her stiff as hell in the morning, but right now there was a lesson to finish teaching and more fun to be had.
HARLEY JO COLLINS
“Never did work out any fancy names for most of these, but ah figure that business isn’t really needed right here anyway.” Harley stood to address what she assumed was a quivering wreck of a dojo student and raised an eyebrow in silent appreciation when the pile of bones managed to roll to her knees and get up to a heavy crouch, albeit looking wobbly enough that a stiff breeze might knock her down again.
The new girl’s eyes burned fury, but she had clearly learned how dangerous it was to be in close proximity to her tormentress. Sadly for her, staying away wasn’t working either, Harley closing the distance in an instant and…absorbing yet another knee, this one targeted perfectly into stomach and knocking her back a few paces. And suddenly the blonde was on her, storming in to launch a powerful forearm into her jaw.
“Are you proud of yourself Ms Collins?” The blonde’s voice was cracked from the abuse her body had taken, but there was still withering contempt in her tone. Her arms were of far more concern to Harley, a nasty elbow slamming into her sternum as she hastily got a hand up to guard her head “Are you satisfied that a brain and a body like yours is consumed only with a need to cause paiGGUUHHH”.
The last sentence ended in a sob as Harley, having recovered her breath, drove a vicious short knee up into the taller girl’s crotch. She slumped forward, leaving her easy prey for one of the Tennessee Terror’s favourite moves. Grinning, Collins snatched a secure double underhook and braced her legs.
“Seem to recall that you’d already got a handle on this one back in the daylight,” Harley hauled the blonde’s weight to almost vertical via her twin armholds. “Never hurts to do some revision.” With that she forced her package back down and dropped to her back, bringing both knees up so the bony joints were in perfect position to SPIKE descending tummy.
UNDERHOOK DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER (www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9pliXMGIIM )
The new girl landed with a wet thump and a horrible retching noise, and rolled off onto her side, bringing her knees up to a foetal position as she cradled her destroyed stomach. Harley stayed on her back for a second, reflecting on the sheer enjoyment of beating the smugness out of someone.
She hadn’t expected that today would include such pleasure. Harley had been asked, as a touring superstar from the world’s biggest promotion, to visit the dojo and tutor some eager and hopelessly honourable Japanese kids in her art. These sessions were always part of the promotional duties on a tour and usually the only enjoyment was in seeing how far the precious concept of honour could be pushed before one of the new fish either got angry or, worse, did something seen as disrespectful to their honoured guest.
This time amongst the hopeful oriental smiles there had been a gangly and extremely stroppy looking gaijin, lurking at the back and trying to be inconspicuous despite having more than a foot of height over most of her cohort. Harley had a fleeting respect for any westerner who chose the arduous path of Japan’s dojos, but this had evaporated within an hour of hearing the girl’s constant sighs and clear impatience with the techniques being demonstrated.
Such rudeness was rare in Japan and Harley, knowing her etiquette as she did, simply ignored it, instead giving some extremely practical demonstrations of the finer points of gutbusters. The sighing stopped after a while but the blonde beanpole was still rolling her eyes a little too much. And then the final straw had come when this lanky foreigner got a chance to demonstrate her learning and, after what was admittedly a pretty impressive execution of the Double Knee Gutbuster, turned to Harley and gave an overly elaborate bow which conveyed a great deal of smugness and absolutely no respect whatsoever.
Most of FAWN’s finest would have taken this as the cue to tee off on the upstart, either verbally or (more likely) giving a close-up demonstration of their skills. But the Vicious Volunteer was not like most women, and so instead she had begun to have some fun. This started with using the blonde as a training dummy for demonstrations and then ensuring that she never got a turn herself. Then comments on the technique of every single student around the gaijin. Then, when the girl’s sulk had given way to silent, gelid rage, she quietly suggested that some ‘extra tuition’ might be available if she came back to the gym after hours.
And now they found themselves in a spotlight amongst darkness, on the matts in an otherwise deserted gym. Well…Harley found that. The gaijin was finding out a whole lot more: that big girls can be seriously mean, that experience counts for a lot, and that good striking skills alone aren’t nearly enough to cut it against the best. But mainly the poor girl was finding that there was no way to dull the sickening, burning throb of pain that a real expert was capable of inflicting on her pale stomach.
To be fair, Harley reflected, the oversized girl had put up a decent fight and her legs would definitely be feeling it tomorrow. Maybe it was time to show a little benevolence. “Now then child” the big brunette drawled, “Ah think you’ve had enough learnin’ for one night.” The unsubtle metaphor was accompanied by Harley knee-walking over into a high mount over the pile of blonde wreckage.
“You’re disgusting, Ms Collins.” The voice was croaky but ringing confidence despite the difficulty of her position, and those eyes were locked on hers and full of hatred.
Harley paused in thought for a second, then sat back to drive the medicine ball of her rear end hard into the tall girl’s reddening stomach. She gasped and sat up a little as the air was again driven from her body. But she soon had more to worry about as Harley used the motion to slip off and spin around into a high kneel which would allow her to sit back and engulf the blonde’s features at any second. The threat was obvious to anyone who’d ever seen a FAWN card.
“Care to rethink that opinion, sweetie? Seems to me I’ve done nothing except teach an unruly child some good old-fashioned manners.”
There was silence for a few seconds, and Harley thought she might have got her point across for good. Then the blonde spoke up again. “You must know, Ms Collins, that you are already running scared from your biggest rival. You have spent years being nasty but you face an opponent who is meaner than you can ever be.”
“Time, Ms Collins. Time pulls you further away from what you could have been, and lets people like me become better than even you can dream. But someone like you can never give this up, never leave the game for others to play no matter how often you lose. So do your worst now, Ms Collins, because whatever you take, all I have to do is wait, and in time I will get it back in full.”
Harley glanced over her shoulder and fixed the girl with a stare. “What’d you say your name was sweetheart?”
“Astrid White.” The voice was even firmer than it had been, although she must have known that what came next would not be pleasant.
ASTRID WHITE
“Well, Astrid, two last bits of learnin’. The first is that Ah’m going to be looking out for you and your words. Whenever time you want to come back and try that stuff you were talkin’ about, you just gotta holler and there ah’ll be.”
Harley didn’t wait for a response, she just sat back and gave her hips a wiggle to ensure a tight seal. Then she leaned forward a little and slowly placed one hand on the girl’s trembling trunks before running her nails lightly up to that toned stomach.
“Your second bit of knowin’ is to try not to panic and lose all your air straight away. The lesson ain’t finished until we’ve got to the guts of this particular problem.”
Those oh so dangerous fingers formed a claw, hovered for a tantalising moment, and then plunged into the expanse of pale tummy. The response was immediate, the trapped girl letting out a scream which was completely lost in Collins’ trunks and bucking wildly. This didn’t bother Harley, nor did the bridge the girl was trying to get up into, she merely grasped her wrist with her other hand and bore down, beginning a sick twist of the claw which elicited a bellow so loud even the sound muffler stealing her air wasn’t enough to contain it.
“There there, baby,” Harley cooed as she continued to work the most devastating stomach claw on any continent. The blonde’s writhing was starting to cease, the inevitable consequence of oxygen deprivation spreading through her system. But Collins had other ideas, rising for just a split second so that she could grab one last rasping breath before darkness consumed her again. “Neeeearly time for sleep, sugah, but I want one more lullaby first.”
Another twist of her wrist was met with a high-pitched roar, sounding almost inhuman through the barrier of her derriere. Harley smiled and gave one last dig into the girl’s guts, coinciding with the blonde’s final, dreamy shudder before stretching out into unconsciousness. The big brunette waited, almost frozen in anticipation, just to make fully certain. Then, fingers tinged in red pulling away from the ugly purplish ring across the defeated girl’s stomach, she rose slowly to vertical and took a second to survey the long, slumbering body laid out at her feet.