Haughty. That word summed up Louise’s character. As a colleague, she could be insufferable, especially to men. The other women didn’t like her, even though they found some of her put downs to her male colleagues funny. The men largely took what she said to them, sometimes with an attempt to counter her devastating wit, but not one of them was in her class.

Then, one day she caught Josh, a young man who was having a bad day, and insulted him just at the "wrong" moment.

"You’ve no right to speak to me like that," Josh responded.

"Well don’t be such a fool then," she told him.

"I’m just not in the mood today, okay?"

"So what are you in the mood for? A bit of work, perhaps?"

"You can’t leave off, can you? You’ve always got to have a go at someone, haven’t you?" 

The office went quiet. Josh’s raised voice and colouring face signified one of those moments when people felt they should intervene, except no one did. No one had got this far responding to Louise before, and they were intrigued as to how she would respond.

She took her time, then offered quietly to meet him in the cage to settle their differences. (They just happened to be on the clerical staff for an MMA club, with free use of the cage if they wanted it.)

"Okay," Josh agreed, "you and me, right now."

*****

As he expected, she was still condescending in the cage, looking at him as if he were some insect crawling along a wall. What made it more infuriating was that she looked great in her leotard – and of course she knew it. It was a sparkling purple, clinging tightly to her big, wonderful breasts. It was cut well over the hips, and when she turned round (which you can be sure she did, on some pretext) it displayed her superb bottom.

It was no secret that Louise spent a lot of time in the gym and the cage, working off the frustrations of work, so Josh wasn’t surprised to see her wearing ankle supports and MMA gloves. But it emphasised his nakedness. (By some mysterious rule, men had to fight naked.)

Josh expected her to be strong, but she surprised him when they locked up. He was strong himself and believed he could overpower her; but if anything, he was the one who was on the defensive. The firm grip of her hands on his was disconcerting. She would push and he had to work very hard to meet it. They lowered their stance, staring at each other.

Despite herself, Louise found she had more respect for him now than in the office. She had expected him to be a push over (literally), but he had more stamina than she had given him credit for. She put one hand on his chin and shoved, but he responded in kind. 

They grappled for territory, each cursing the other. Josh’s knees wobbled, and Louise sensed it. She gathered some more strength and forced him down to one knee. His fingers ached with her powerful grip, while all the time her eyes bore down into his. He started to give. He dropped down, shaking with exertion, while she sprang on him. 

"Not bad," she conceded, seeming to kiss him lightly while moving across him. "You lasted longer than I thought you would. On the other hand, I have a fight to win …"

So saying, she locked his right arm in her legs and locked both his head and his other arm in her linked arms. It looked like a crucifix, but it included a head lock in the mix. His upper body was immobilised. Then she went to work intensifying the hold, tightening with her legs, constricting with her arms. She abandoned the head lock since, by lying over him, she "locked" it to the mat anyway, and concentrated on both his arms. 

She fought in the same way that she worked: uncompromisingly, and dedicated to getting the maximum done in the minimum amount of time. In this case, that meant instantly inflicting as much pain as was possible. Kneeling on her left knee beside him, she heaved his left arm, then locked it in her linked arms. It creaked and groaned with each stretched muscle and tendon. Josh yelled in pain. "That’s the first of many there’ll be," thought Louise.

But she was just warming up. Still on her left knee, she pulled him up so that he lay upright across her right leg in a backbreaker. She pushed him down by the chest and throat, while his spine had to withstand the strain of his back being doubled up at an unnatural angle. 

Just when he thought he would burst with the pressure, she stood up and raised him to chest height. Despite his pain, Josh was alarmed at the ease that she picked him up with. She held him like a baby for a few moments, just to reinforce her dominance and his helplessness. Then she placed him over her shoulders, facing behind her in a rack for a second backbreaking session. She walked around the cage with him like that, again to reassert her supremacy (as if she needed to).

Her face registered no enjoyment. Most people would have shown pleasure, if not delight, at how well it was going for them. With Louise, it seemed to be a grim duty that had to be performed. Josh needed to be humbled, and it was her job to do it.

It was time to progress the session, so she moved him back to her front, then threw him. How utterly emasculating for a man to be thrown through the air by a woman! Of all the moments that Josh recalled to himself later on, this was the one that he really hated. He, a strong man, had been hurled to the floor, like a sack of rubbish, by a girl!

On the other hand, it spurred him to anger and a determination to counterattack. He now stood and squared up to his opponent. He was the one who had been bested, it was up to him to restore his honour. He high kicked, but she sprang defensively and batted it over her head. He tried a lower one, but she was forward with both arms, blocking it before he could aim his foot properly. Louise then ducked under a second attempted high kick. 

"This is getting boring," she sneered, when he made a fourth attempt to kick her. Impatient to end this cameo session, she seized his thrusting right leg and hooked her foot behind his other leg to trip him onto his back. He landed with a jarring thud, and she grabbed both his ankles, holding his legs up by them. Worse, she menaced him with her right foot poised over him.  

"No!" Josh called out instinctively, Pointlessly putting his hand up to ward off the stamp that he was dreading. Louise kept her foot above him for some moments, enjoying his fear and torment. Then she brought it down – slap into his balls. 

Josh froze, then shrieked in agony. She let him writhe and moan, contempt etched into her face. When he tried to get up, she hammered his face with her left foot, declaring: "THAT’s the way to kick someone!" 

With the contemptuous look on her face that Josh - and the other staff - disliked so much, Louise pulled him up to his knees by his wrists. She amused herself (though you wouldn’t have thought so, judging by the look on her face) by locking his arms in various painful positions, then raised him over her shoulder, fireman-style. That was the second time in a matter of minutes that she had carried him, making him feel completely ineffective against the strong woman. Oh yes, she knew all about the psychological side of fighting, as well as the physical.

Again, she kept him dangling helplessly for a moment, then threw him back over her shoulder, as in a suplex, to come crashing down to the mat a second time. When he tried to get back up, she leapt onto his back. The two of them resembled a plate of spaghetti as she worked him into an octopus hold. 

"What the f-?" he murmured, as the devil woman on his back seemed to have several arms and legs at once, all winding their evil ways around him. Balancing on her right foot, she scissored his neck and supporting left arm in the crook of her left leg. At the same time, she locked his right arm at excruciating angles, so that it felt as if she would tear it away from his shoulder.  

With a sudden shift of her body, she brought him down on his chest. Sitting on his shoulders, she dragged his right leg over her right shoulder, locking it in much the same way that she had just done with his right arm. It certainly felt the same, as if it was going to be wrenched away from his hip at any moment. 

But it wasn’t just his leg that she punished. As she sat on his shoulders, only his head and chest were on the mat. The rest of him was forced upwards while she pushed down with her body weight on his shoulders. His body was straining from his neck as far as his right ankle. In fact it was more like a body lock than a leg lock. Individual fires seemed to burn within him, spreading and overlapping until it felt like just one big conflagration.

Was it a relief when she changed holds? No! Lying on her back underneath him, she put him in a bow and arrow. With her left hand on his throat, and her right holding his crossed ankles, she pulled him down, while she pushed his middle upwards with her knees into the small of his back. They dug into his spine, piling acidic pain on his already torn muscles. That was without the harm she was doing to his neck, spine, ribs, stomach and legs.

Louise modified the hold until it morphed into a cavernaria. Still with her knees boring into his back, she forced him onto his knees by pulling him back towards her by his wrists. At the same time, of course, she pushed his middle away from her, inflicting a similar series of pains as before.

She dragged him up onto one knee and locked his left arm in her linked arms, so that it twisted around his neck. By this time, she was revisiting pains that she had caused earlier, firing them up again. 

Using the hold, she drove him down onto his back. Then she relinquished it to pin him, with both hands around his neck. And there was the ultimate humiliation, just underneath her breasts – a massive defeat boner. Opting for a bit of teasing, she used a tight, close schoolgirl pin to torment the hell out of it, holding her voluptuous body firmly against it.

She sat up, straddling him and inviting him to try and dislodge her, just for the fun of demonstrating his feebleness once more. He struggled against her, but she had every advantage: she was above him and she had not been worn down by the myriad of pains that he was suffering from.

She pinned him once more, literally rubbing in her dominance over him. He tried resistance one final time, then flopped in despairing defeat. Louise sat on his face, first of all holding his arms above his head, in case he still felt like contesting the outcome. Then she satisfied herself that he was beaten and no longer had the ability to resist. She stretched his arms out so she could impose her body on him intimately. She gave one of her rare smiles – a victory smile.

But Louise was due her ceremony, even to herself. So she stood up and celebrated her win. She stood over the defeated male, one clenched fist in the air and one foot on the huge erection that she had caused.