Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 281/ 31: Confrontation

Sensei helped me put on my gear, and I suddenly had my head in protective gear and gloves on for the fight. It only took about five minutes to ten minutes before I was in the ring with Mercier, who was still looking at me like a piece of meat. Personally, I did not mind the fact that he was looking, but that look in his eyes made me want to show him where he could fuck off too.

I rolled my neck a little, and Sensei tapped me on the shoulder, "Angela, keep loose, and keep striking."

"Yes, Sensei," I replied, and I saw Trevor getting ready to record everything with his phone. I got myself into position, and Mercier was on the other side of the ring. He was now in protective gear, including shorts and a tank top. I looked him up and down, and the guy looked like he was fit. His legs were strong, and his arms looked more poised to be strikers as well. 

Not that I was about to assume that.

After a minute, the bell rang, and everyone left the ring except Mercier and me. It had been a while since I had been in the ring with someone I did not know beforehand, so I moved in, keeping my feet light. It was much easier now that I had taken off my weights again.

Mercier moved in, though, and I found myself moving my head as his fist came for my face. I grinned as I moved forward instead of away, and my fist tapped his face in return with a counterpunch that I did not think about. Mercier backed off, surprised, but my strike was not with my full power. It was a strike meant to gauge and protect. 

Both of us were surprised, though, and I moved light on my feet, bouncing on my heels, not stopping. No matter how much I made fun of Juan and his light movements, I was the type to dodge over tanking the shots. Why take damage that can be avoided?

Mercier, in front of me, though, sneered in his protection, and I saw that he was mad that I got in the first strike. He moved forward, and he started to jab at me. I instantly noticed that he was throwing boxing punches, and the dance began. We moved around the ring as I dodged and weaved around his fists while he tried to control me. 

Left, left, left, Right. His fists came at me as he tried to get me to maneuver into a corner so he could catch me. He was slightly slower than me. But I could tell that his left jabs were light. I could see that he was not putting much effort into them as he tried to get me to make bad movements. I played with him, let him think I was about to move into the corner, and that was when I struck.

First, I let out a jab of my own—a feint to make my fist look slow. He followed up with his left jab, and I moved closer to the corner. I could see him looking more and more serious as he was getting ready to follow up.

I could not help the smile coming up on my face as I moved in. I let his left jab uselessly collide with my face, which slightly hurt, but the surprise on his face as I moved in was evident. I took the damage, and in return, I bound forward, struck his face first with a left, Stomach with a right, and feinted back only to step in as he tried to follow me, and my right elbow stuck his face hard, and the man spat blood onto the mat as I moved forward.

This was the moment, and I struck again and again.

Right, Stomach, Left face, and make him move back. Right as he dodged to the left, and when he dodged, my left was there to follow up, smashing him in the face. He moved back, and I followed in. Left, right, left, right, I comboed his face with hard hits that bloodied his face even in protection.

Mercier was built of sterner stuff, though. Suddenly, he smashed my breast as I moved in, and his fist hit me in the stomach a moment later hard. As I was striking him, it was a surprise that he could counterattack.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and we both stopped just as the fight was getting interesting. "Corners~!" Sensei snapped, and I moved to mine.

"Good work out there, Angela," Sensei said. You missed his counterattack, but you caught him at the perfect moment when he underestimated your abilities. He is going to know now that you pack a punch and are no blonde doll."

I smirked, "Ah, I can tell he was thinking more of my breasts; it was the first thing he hit."

"They are also one of the largest things on your body."

"Sensei!" I pretended to sound offended, "My cup size has nothing to do with fighting."

"Angela, we both know those breasts slow you down. Don't joke; now, Focus; he is hurt, but he can take hits. You found that out. Take control, control the pace; you are great at setting it. Now, time is up; get back out there when the bell rings."

With a fresh ring of the bell, we both went in, and Mercier looked more cautious. It seemed that I had bent his nose a bit, so I went in. I started off in a way he did not expect. I moved in and threw a light left hook, which he dodged, putting him at a perfect angle as I was already throwing a much more real right fist, hitting him in the rib. I felt solid contact, and Mercier backed up a step.

That was it; I turned savage on him with a bright smile on my face. My fist hit his face, Stomach ribs, over and over again till I heard the bell start to ring, and I stepped back. I had pummeled Mercier as he had been taken by surprise, and he was on the ropes, bloody from the quick 'spar' that Trevor started. I pulled off the helmet and walked over to Sensei, who was smiling brightly.

Mercier only got one strike on my breast in the last round again, which hurt. He gave a punch to both my left and right breast and stomach. That was it. I had blasted him down in return, and the man looked stunned and stupid at the moment. I was called off of him before I could probably do more lasting damage, although with how much I hit him, there was a good chance that I did some serious damage.

"You do not disappoint, Angela," Sensei said with a proud smile that made me happy. "You truly know your timing and have a solid fighting sense. You controlled the pace, pushed him into the ropes, and took advantage of his weakness when coming back into the ring. That young man underestimated your striking power, too. You are lucky that he did not attempt to bring you to a ground game, though."

Sensei would never get over the fact that my ground game sucked. And he was right because I frowned, and Trevor, a ways away, was looking surprised. "Thank you, Sensei; I will bring Crystal around soon to appease you."

"You can just bring yourself around. Although your girlfriend does seem to match your personality. She can bite back just as much as you do."

I smiled brightly at Sensei's compliment, "Yeah, Crystal is great."

"Then why do you have other women, like Crystal said?" Sensei suddenly dropped his voice to answer his new question, and I instantly felt a fresh, cold sweat down my back.

"Um, Sensei," I began.

"I can tell when you are trying to dodge me, Angela."

"Okay, We like it, okay, Sensei. She likes me dominating other women, men, and couples. She loves it, and I kind of like doing it too. It is a thing we both like, Sensei."

"Good, you are being honest with me. I will not hold your sexual life against you. But do not hurt others while you and your girlfriend enjoy your proclivities. It seems that Trevor fellow wants to talk to you," Sensei suddenly changed the topic, and I nodded, thanking god Trevor was here.

"Yes, Sensei, I will talk to you soon."

"I expect it This Sunday; come with your Girlfriend."

I was walking away as he said that, and I wanted to freeze but didn't. I continued walking away from Sensei, who was thinking about my relationships. "So, how did you like my fight?" I asked Trevor as he looked at his phone, and he grinned.

"You are an exceptional fighter; Mercier did not expect your sudden attack at the start of the second round. I would have let you knock him out if this was anything more than a spar. You controlled his thoughts perfectly in the first round to underestimate you, and although he thought he was respecting you in the second round, he expected more of the first. Where you would use your ingenuity to strike when he least expected it, and he was not wrong; you just struck when he least expected you to. At the start of the second round, you have great instincts in the ring, Angela!"

"Thank you," I replied and started to take off my gloves. People underestimate me because of my gender a lot. Or they assume that I pack a lot less because my arms don't really show their actual strength." I sighed, "I really just want some muscular arms. Other women have them, so why can't I?"

It was one of the few regrets I had. I loved the look of muscular arms. I wanted them for myself. Yet, despite my being able to lift hundreds of pounds and over forty pounds an arm, they never bulked up. Sure, when I flexed, my Biceps showed themselves, but before then? Nothing. I looked like a busty white girl.

Which was useful for dipshits like Mercier. 

Because they saw a woman, they thought of me as a weaker woman. So, I destroyed them like a little bitch. Mercier was now having Sensei go over his wounds and helping him with first aid. "Angela," Trevor suddenly said, "There is no way you did not break his nose. You were really good out there. Do you mind if I send this video to a friend of mine?"

"I thought that was what you were recording it for?" I replied.

"Thanks," Trevor said, and I chuckled. He was more excited than me about my fighting win. I moved away from Trevor and started to get ready to go back to school. I also took a moment to check myself in the mirror as I finished taking off my training gear, and I frowned, seeing a couple of bruises from where Mercier hit me on my breasts and stomach. They were not large ones, but they were obvious. I sighed and put everything back in place, and grabbed my shit. 

"Sensei," I said as I was getting ready to leave, "I have an appointment with friends. I will see you soon.

"Sunday, Angela," Sensei reiterated, and I smiled in return and sighed as I left the gym. 

I did not know what Sensei wanted to talk to Crystal about, but I was not sure if I liked that thought.  Not that I hated the thought of Sensei talking to Crystal. It was just Sensei cared a lot about our relationship. Some of the boys in the past got really grilled and one of Juans ex's got found out to be a gold digger. We all really took his advice to heart, and I really wanted him to like Crystal. It just made me nervous because I didn't think I could let go of Crystal even if Sensei did not like her. It gave me anxiety at the thought that he might not like her.

I sighed as I walked out. I quickly moved up into a run, letting myself get into the groove and try not to think about things. School was not too far away for me, and I arrived just as the lunch bell rang. If it was not for the fact that I left the first period early, there was no way I could have made it back in time for lunch. I walked back into the school, which had students moving around, and into the cafeteria. 

I moved through the crowd without issue for a couple of moments before I suddenly felt someone grab my arm. I quickly turned, and my fist was ready to meet the face of whoever decided to grab me when I noticed who it was and stopped. "Elana," I said slowly, and she blushed.

My half-sister had finally come to see me. "Um, Angela," Elana said, looking away, "C- Can we talk?"

"What about?" I asked teasingly.

"Somewhere private?" Elana asked unperturbed.

I shrugged, quickly brought her outside, and then parked ourselves out of sight, where I looked at my half-sister. "So, what do you want?" I asked.

"The key," Elana said, blushing.

"I don't have it on me," I lied.

"Then where is it?" She demanded, and I chuckled.

"At home, bitch." 

Elana blushed and looked away, "Where? You have not come back home since you left last week."

"I have no plans on coming back. It sounds like your masturbation sessions to me are over." 

Elana blushed even harder and then looked at me. "You are literally the perfect embodiment of what I like!" Elana suddenly shouted, "You have nice large breasts, you have a nice ass, muscular abs that make me want to lick cum off them, and feet that make me shudder. You have bright blonde and blue eyes. You are literally the perfect embodiment of everything I most desire. Your cock is also huge, and I know you would never hate me because I have a dick because your Intersex like myself. Is it so bad that I fantasize about the perfect embodiment of what gets me horny?" Elana admitted.

Her explanation enlightened me a little, but I could tell that she was holding back. My eyes narrowed at her. "No, it wasn't an issue, Elana. What the issue was, coming into my bedroom, again and again, when I fucking warned you. Then masturbating to my smell, that perverted crying out to have me dominate you. You lied to me, Elana, just now."

Elana looked at me surprised and looked down. "You know what, Elana, I got an idea; you want me to dominate you?" Elana nodded, "Fine, I will dominate you in a way, but I will never touch you. You will deprive yourself to me, but if you ever cum in front of me, I am showing, Dad."

Elana looked at me, surprised. "Why would you do that?" She asked, horrified.

"Because you might be a Masochist, Elana, but I am a fucking Sadist. The mere thought of you desperately wanting to cum but never being allowed to without losing so much for it," I shuddered honestly, "Amazing, just think about it. You know that with one time. Only one time, everything might be gone. Can you imagine?" I asked, "What would that orgasm feel like?" 

Elana shuddered, and I grinned, and I leaned forward, "You want to be my bitch Elana, to worship me. You will call me by Saturday." I pushed her away, "Good luck slut."

I left Elana there stunned, looking at the wall as I went to the Locker room. I realized I could take a different route to get there faster, so I started in that direction. I could not help but smile at the thought of Elana getting more and more desperate. I told her that if she came, I would tell Dad, but I never told her when I would, just that I would. I could not help but chuckle even more evilly. 

Messing with Masochists is fun. 

I walked to the teacher's locker room with a smile on my face, wondering who I would see there.