The rival dojo

The dojo door flies open, and martial artists rush in like a tidal wave, along with the sound of hard rock music blasting from a boombox. Unlike Master Kim’s students, they’re all wearing gis, and they’re all buff men like the ones she used to teach.

“Ladies, remember your training! I prepared you for this moment!” the dojo master roars.

But the girls don’t seem terribly prepared. Some of them run, some of them hide, and some fight back, but not a single one goes unscathed. Within fifteen seconds, they’ve all been subdued. Their yoga pants are around their ankles, their tank tops are pulled up, and the men have just begun fucking them, causing sounds of sex to fill the room. You and Sabrina huddle up next to Charlotte and Master Kim, the four of you now the only girls in the dojo not currently getting violated by the sudden intruders.

A man in a black uniform sets a boombox down and approaches the four of you, with three male students following him. They look even stronger than the others. Oh no…

“Hey there Kim, long time no see! It’s been, what, a week?”

“That’s Master Kim to you, Daniel!” she hisses.

“Master of what? All these chicks who couldn’t fight off a middle schooler? Just give it up. You’re running a yoga class over here, not a martial arts dojo. Everyone’s even dressed for the part. All except you and those three over there.” He gestures to you, Charlotte, and Sabrina with a frown. “Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen those two in here before. New faces? Can’t wait to hear ‘em moaning like this rest of you cockwhores.”

Charlotte adopts a battle stance, while you continue cowering behind Master Kim. You don’t even know how someone as sweet and gentle as Charlotte could be ready to fight in this situation. This is scary!

The blonde woman screams, “They’re only dressed like that because YOU keep coming in here and telling them to wear it! Stop ordering them around with your chauvinistic dress code!”

“I’m just telling them to be honest with themselves about why they’re here. And they’re listening to me, like good little sluts who obey the men in charge. And that includes you. I still like the purple undies, by the way,” he says, pointing at her lingerie showing through her clothes. “You still have quite the rebellious mouth on you. But hey, that’s what I like about ya Kim. Always a fighter. Now, let’s get you on the floor!”

Master Kim lashes out at the man with a flurry of kicks. It looks downright fierce to you, yet this “Daniel” has no trouble blocking every attack. He laughs the whole time, clearly irritating Kim to the point that her attacks become more frenzied. As soon as one of her kicks fails to connect, it’s over. Daniel capitalizes on the opening with two solid punches which bring your respected Master to her knees.

At the same time, one of Daniel’s students goes after Charlotte. She throws a punch which he catches easily. After a second, though, his entire body is shaken in an aftershock. Is she that strong!? She winds up a second punch, but this time he dodges it and counterattacks which a quick kick between her legs. It looks fairly weak, but Charlotte squeaks in surprise. She looks up at him with a blush and says, “Playing dirty’s no fair…”

From that point on, Charlotte’s punches become haphazard, almost like she’s drunk. Her opponent dodges easily, and counters with quick blows to her sensitive spots that leave her shuddering for seconds afterwards. Soon, Charlotte falls prone before her opponent and utters, “I-I’m unable to fight any longer. No matter what you have in store for me, it’s impossible for my frail body to oppose you!” It pains your heart to hear her utter such words, after such a brave attempt from someone who’s clearly not fit for combat.

The third student approaches you, so you swallow your fear and do your best to defend yourself. You throw out an incredible punch, but your opponent catches it and pushes back so hard you land on your ass. With no urgency in his steps, he walks over, picks you up by your ankle, and starts spanking you while you helplessly dangle upside-down.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you cry.

The last student approaches Sabrina, whose eyes glow with determination as a blue aura surrounds her. “How dare you hurt my friends! I won’t let you get away with-” A bulky hand grabs her face, muting her dramatic speech before throwing her against the ground.

The men stand victoriously over your bodies as you all rub your minor bumps and bruises with self-pity.