While Sheila swings her thick gorilla arms around in circles, stretching and limbering her relatively-fresh muscles, Dahlia and Camellia walk hand in hand with quiet dignity towards the inverted-Y rack. Sylvia gestures impatiently for Camellia to take her position as the human prize.
Mother and daughter, with an arm around each other's waist, turn to each other for one last long, lingering look into each other's eyes.
Dahlia raises her right arm and flexes her still-pumped muscles. Her biceps pop. "I won't let them take you," she says softly.
Camellia squeezes her daughter's strong arm lovingly. Their lips meet in a long, deep kiss...
Sylvia takes hold of Camellia's shoulder. "To the rack, now! The next round's starting!"
Angrily, Camellia shakes Sylvia's hand off. But for now, all the Kwans can do is to glare helplessly at the sneering Steeles. Slowly, Camellia steps away from Dahlia and moves towards the rack on which she will be strung up. She tries to move as slowly as she can. Every second that passes is an additional moment of rest for poor Dahlia's sore, aching muscles...
But Sylvia grabs her by the arm and drags her over. She can feel how strong Sylvia is -- not for the first time, she wonders if her rival's daughter is in fact stronger than her. Could she take Sylvia in a duel...? Part of her doesn't really want to find out. Sylvia does feel very strong -- she grabs hold of Camellia's wrists and yanks them upwards, pushing them into place and snapping the manacles across them. As she does so she leans in close against Camellia's body. Their breasts press together.
Hers might be slightly bigger than mine... both breast and muscle...
As if thinking the same, Sylvia gives Camellia a sly, smug look and sways her hips slightly, making her breasts brush across the older woman's. "I think I could take you," she says, giggling slightly. "I can't wait to find out." In a louder voice she commands Camellia to spread her legs, so she can lock them into place. Then she steps away to enjoy the sight of her handiwork.
Beautiful, elegantly-muscled Camellia Kwan is now trapped in one of the most humiliating poses conceivable: arms straight up and together, legs splayed just a little more than shoulder width apart. Her enemies have full access to any part of her body. And only Dahlia's strength stands between them and her.
Sheila moves over to stand right in front of Camellia, looking down slightly -- the rack makes it so that Camellia loses an inch or so of height, for an additional feeling of diminution and humiliation. Slowly, a big smile breaks across Sheila's face.
"Take a good, hard look at this, Cammy," she says, as she raises her right arm and slowly curls it into a powerful biceps flex, right in front of Camellia's eyes. She draws it out, slowly making her veined muscles swell. "Look at the muscles I'm gonna use to crush your girl. She doesn't stand a chance against this arm right here, Cammy. Not a chance. Ain't that right? Huh? She can't beat these muscles."
Camellia swallows hard. "She can, and she will." Her voice shakes slightly.
"I'm going to savor every moment of it. When I press her hand down, right in front of you, winning this whole contest. And in future, my Sylvia will have her turn. After today, you'll both never taste victory, ever again." She pumps her right arm some more, causing her biceps to bulge even more threateningly. "Your lives are going to be one... long... defeat. Losers."
Camellia blinks, and tears roll down her cheeks. She desperately wants to believe Dahlia still has a fighting chance. But that monstrous arm... Sheila's huge arm...
The table is right in front of her. Dahlia is to her left, Sheila to her right -- so that if Dahlia loses, it will be right beneath Camellia's sorrowful gaze. Sheila puts up her arm first, smirking at her opponent, while gripping the handle with her left hand. Everyone is silent as Dahlia steps forward, takes hold of her handle, and props her right arm up.
She looks the picture of feminine strength, with her broad shoulders and tapering ridged back, her flaring lats and defined arms, her corded forearms, her bulging thighs and calves, her sculpted glutes. The thought crosses the mind of more than a few of the watchers: this looks like a muscle princess facing off against an ogress, or an angel facing off against a stronger demoness, or a brave defender of humanity facing off against a larger and stronger alien invader... or something along those lines.
Their thumbs hook. Their fingers wrap. Their forearms bulge as their grips tighten.
Sheila's fingers dig painfully into the back of Dahlia's hand. Dahlia takes it silently, trying to give back as much as she is taking, but her lips part and she emits a soft little grunt of pain. Sheila's lips quirk in a small secret smile of triumph.
Sylvia busies herself rudely shoving Dahlia's shoulders and elbow around, making a show of ensuring that both their postures are correct. Everyone can see that she's being a bit lax with her own mother. Not that anyone thinks it would make a real difference.
"How long do you think she'll last, Jasmine?" Florence wonders, as she takes out her big "finisher" vibrator. "I say... 3 seconds."
Instead of replying, Jasmine seems to be studying the two women intently, her eyes moving up and down every line of muscle on their bodies, her gaze lingering on their faces in profile.
"I'm just gonna get started now. I'm so close," Florence moans as she puts the vibrator to her pussy. "I want to time it so I cum right as Dahlia loses..."
But Jasmine is now slowly, leisurely rubbing her own pussy, sitting in a relaxed posture, seemingly in no hurry. "Suit yourself. Heh... this girl... is full of surprises."
"Huh?"
Sylvia puts a hand on the clasped hands. "Ready..." Then she whips her hand away. "Go!"
Taut muscles jerk into action. Sheila immediately starts winning, pulling Dahlia about a third of the way down.
The cords of muscle across Dahlia's entire chest are standing out starkly like steel cables. She is already at maximum exertion: every muscle on her entire body is standing out, not just her bulging arm. Her pulsing neck veins are visible as well. Her face is a rictus of agonized effort.
But of course, everyone thinks. She's already so tired from straining at the bench press. This match is just a way for Sheila to torture Dahlia for a bit in front of Camellia, and for Sylvia's sadistic viewing pleasure as well. It's so heartrending to see Dahlia push herself so hard in this hopeless matchup...
Their hands go down to about halfway. 3 seconds have passed. "Damn, guessed wrong," Florence mutters. Her eyes are glazed as she presses her buzzing vibrator to her crotch. "Gnnn... so close... almost..."
Jasmine is leaning forward, staring intently like everyone else. "That's right. Lock that wrist..." she murmurs.
In less than 10 seconds, Dahlia's arm is almost all the way down. Her hand hovers just a couple of inches from the table pad. Just a couple of inches away from the crushing of their hopes, and Camellia's total despair.
Their shaking arms slow to a stop. 10 seconds... 15... 20...
Sylvia moves over to stand beside the captive Camellia. Mom is such a good dominatrix, dragging this out like that. Just look at the way Dahlia is so desperately straining... with the last ounces of her pathetic strength... trembling all over... eyes squeezed shut... teeth clenched so tightly her jaw might snap... looking like she'll break any moment... I love seeing her like this. I can do that to her, too. I will absolutely do that to her. I will destroy her every day that we're together. Make up for all those times she somehow got fluke victories against me...
She reaches out and cups Camellia's pubic mound. "Enjoying this as much as we are?" she laughs softly, licking the helpless Camellia's ear. "Maybe there's time for me to make you cum before my mom lets Dahlia lose. What a good idea she has, to drag this out..."
Camellia, intent on the battle in front of her, does not reply, except to hiss slightly as Sylvia's fingers intrude into the folds of her womanhood.
Half a minute has passed. The watching women are all now staring intently, each of them trying to bring themselves off in their own way, like Florence with her vibrator. Florence is edging. "I'm right there..." she moans. "Come on, Sheila, do it!"
"It'll be a while yet," Jasmine breathes, using her fingers on herself but at a moderate pace. "Mmm... this is incredible... I love seeing this... didn't think I would... an actual arm war... mmm..."
Arm war? Florence thinks. What? Dahlia, against Sheila, right now, like this? But it's Jasmine saying it... She frowns and looks closer.
The cocky, complacent, confident smile on Sheila's face has faded slightly, replaced by a look of growing concentration. She still has a massive, apparently insurmountable advantage, pressing down with her thick arm and shoulder; the visual impression is that of a boulder of muscle pressing down on Dahlia's shaking hand.
But Dahlia, gasping and grunting, sucking in rapid breaths through clenched teeth, is somehow still holding out. Nobody could possibly strain their entire bodies this intensely for this long... almost a minute now... yet Dahlia seems to be doing it.
Gradually it dawns on every watcher in the room: Sheila isn't finishing Dahlia off yet... because she can't.
She begins twisting and turning slightly, trying to use leverage and momentum to bring Dahlia down the rest of the way. Dahlia seems to be on the verge of losing... yet she grimly holds on, managing to keep her hand just shy of defeat. Her arm muscles flex as powerfully as they ever have, perhaps more.
"Hold on, Dahlia. My darling. Hold on." Camellia calls out softly to her struggling daughter, her voice tremulous. "You can do it. Hold on. Keep going. Hold on."
Two minutes now, much longer than anyone thought Dahlia could hold out. It's obvious now that Sheila isn't deliberately dragging this out, at least not anymore. She may have wanted to at first, but now the choice isn't hers to make. Both she and Dahlia have started to sweat. She is leaning in now, trying to bring more of her shoulder into the action, so she can press Dahlia's hand down with the weight of her upper body muscle.
But Dahlia somehow does not give way.
"How... how is she doing this?" Florence gasps. She has already cum at the stimulating sight, but the match isn't ending yet. She moves the vibrator away to give herself a bit of rest. "She's stronger than I thought."
"Not just that... she managed to do it." Jasmine grunts with pleasure as she continues fingering herself. "I saw her do it from the beginning, but couldn't quite believe it would work. Maybe she got lucky, maybe Sheila got too complacent..."
"Do what?"
"Lock her whole body. Sheila's technique really sucks, at pretty much everything. That's why I can beat her, myself," Jasmine laughs, a little breathlessly. "Didn't you notice, Sheila gripped the handle like it wasn't really anything, not even part of the table. She might as well have been diddling herself with her left hand. Dahlia gripped her handle as if her life depended on it. Which it does, in a way. She's been compressing all her muscles, you see? Pushing inwards, constantly."
"Oh. Wow," Florence gasps.
"Yeah. She's been able to use her entire upper body against Sheila's arm. And her wrist work is flawless. She's locked their hands so well, even though Sheila's grip must hurt. That's given her much more leverage. They're in an arm war now. She's still disadvantaged. But she has an actual chance. It's attrition now. Let's see how long they can last... let's see whose muscles give out first..."
Sylvia has stopped fingering Camellia and is now glowering at their shaking hands. "C'mon, Mom! Stop fucking around. Finish her!"
Sheila only grunts and growls in reply. They are both grunting and growling, hissing and snarling. Sheila is leaning forward and to the side almost all the way now. Dahlia maintains her square posture but is braced in the opposite direction, recruiting every muscle in her body in the heroic effort to hold Sheila off.
"Just a little more and I can call it, Mom," Sylvia says. "Come on! Just a bit more!"
"Fight, Dahlia! Fight! Hold her! Hold her!" Camellia cries out.
The strain on Dahlia's arm is terrible. How much longer can she hold out...?