Chapter 358: Their Story
Joan and Gia had been pretty much into MMA their whole lives. Having watched wrestling as young girls, they felt a sense of connection to the females out there, showing off in a man’s world. As they got older and began to understand that wrestling was fake, in so much that things were basically just a really intense show being put on for the masses, they started turning to look at other types of women’s competitive sports and found there was actual women fighting one another and at times, fighting guys.
Hence began their long journey into MMA fighting.
As young girls, they just happened to meet by chance. They both ended up in the same class in grade school and their competitive nature caused them to crash during many different sports events and try outs. As they got to know each other and realized how much they had in common, they became inseparable. They would watching wrestling together, work out together and hang out together, both inside and outside school.
Their choices would open many doors into the sports world of high school and they let their schools to several statewide titles. As they got a little older though, their interest in sports changed and they no longer felt the thrill they used to from competition. As such, they ended working a lot more on body building and spent less time competing.
For the most part, they were happy and enjoyed competing with one another on their gains and records. After high school, they dreamed of moving west and beginning their carriers in MMA. To help further them along on this path, they ended up taking whatever martial arts class their small town had to offer.
Each day they moved along their path, despite the shortcomings they faced. And there were shortcomings, ones that weighed heavily on their young, female minds.
Guys were always an issue for them, in one way or another. They weren’t lesbians, or at least, they didn’t see themselves that way. While they weren’t turned off by other females, they each had a dream involving their ideal guy. Like all young women, they dreamed about what would happen when they met their perfect mate.
The problem was that they were both very muscular and addicted to their lifestyles which didn’t leave them with much understanding of what a high school boy likes. When it came down to it, they found themselves embarrassed around boys, just as much as other girls. They also had the additional problem of not really being they type that guys liked. A nice way of saying it would be that guys thought of them as just one of the guys. The athletic types would enjoy training with them while the non-athletic types were scared off by them. Anyone who understands teenage males knows that they don’t exactly have a high bar when it comes to dating girls since most of the time they think with their other head.
But even then, it was hard for guys to be attracted to the two who were not only taller then them and stronger than them, but it since their lives mostly revolved around their dreams, they didn’t even have common interests to talk about.
And things became even worse thanks to a certain incident.
As was previously mentioned, the girls were buddy buddy with the sports guys. While the guys didn’t think about them as the dating type, the still enjoyed working out with them as Gia and Joan were very well read when it came to muscle improvements, taking care of injuries and other such topics. This lead them to have a closeness with the high school king types that made other girls jealous. And because of this misconception, a few of the school queens decided that Gia and Joan needed to be punished. As such, they spread rumors about Gia and Joan’s sexual orientation. While they had no basis in fact, that didn’t stop everyone from hearing about them being secret lovers.
There are very few things on this earth that are more cruel than adolescent females.
While these rumors didn’t affect the girls normal lives, seeing that they weren’t datable to the jocks in the first place, it did make a big impact upon them even getting asked to a dance and for the rest of their high school careers.
This type of negative attention ended up souring them to the thought of boys even when they finally left their small town high school in pursuit of their dreams.
After several twists and turns, they found themselves as enforces among the little happy commune.
Their task here was basically for handling problems that arose within this settlement. Having both awakened as infected, their strength had grown to levels they could never have dreamed of before. Because of this, they ended up having the flee Cali and give up on their dreams of being MMA professionals. After all, it was an open secret that if you were found infected, people would come for you and take you away to a place meant to ’help’ people with this blood condition. Being in the spot light of sports would have made hiding this secret impossible.
Just when they had decided to return home for a bit before making their next move, they came upon this place with it’s strong, female based leadership and decided they would help out for a while until they decided what to do next.
That had been almost two years ago. Two years full of violence and bloodshed, using their fists to protect this wonderful group of capable women who were building an empire in the forested black hills of Colorado. Not only that, but in this compound, women ruled and men were treated like lesser beings, something both girls could get behind.
Yet now, for the first time in their lives, they found themselves... somewhat awed by a man and if someone were to ask them at this moment why that was, they couldn’t answer. His face, while handsome, wasn’t movie star like quality. Obviously he didn’t have money, not that either of them would care about that. They weren’t moved by his words and while his body was muscular, they had been around body builders who were much bigger and far more ripped than he was.
So why did they feel this way?
As Gia walked in front and Joan walked from behind him, they both snuck glances at Laz who, despite the circumstances, was far too tired to care about what they were doing. Perhaps if the collar was still restricting him he would have felt more nervous, but since that had been taken care of, he obviously wasn’t concerned with this environment.
’I wonder when I can go to sleep... I need to make a phone call too and let the sisters, Lyssa and everyone else know that I am ok. Someone’s going to be pissed at me again for disappearing without a trace, I know it. I wonder how my beauties are doing?...’ When this thought came over Laz, he couldn’t help but feel a little down, thinking about those women who he hadn’t seen in a while, friends and family he had left behind and the one that he would never see again.
On a normal day, these feelings wouldn’t have affected Laz so much. Due to his fatigue and the state of his body, he couldn’t help but let those waves of sadness fall out from himself.
Had he been paying attention, Laz might had noticed that both Gia and Joan ended up with a few tears in their eyes, having no idea how they had gotten there.
As they arrived at the large, open shower area, Gia turned back around.
"Wait here for a moment."
She and Joan then walked away, leaving Laz by himself. They quickly went to the storage closet and grabbed a few towels along with some soap and shampoo. They also grabbed a comb and a few other essentials like a tooth brush and what not before quickly hurrying back to the waiting young man.
"Go get cleaned up. Joan will go find you something to wear while I’ll stay here and keep an eye on you... er.. just in case you need something."
"Hey. It’s your turn to to go get clothes. I went the last time," Joan argued, her strong arms crossing in front of her chest.
While the women were both very muscular, it wasn’t in such a way that they had diminished assets in terms of their body. Both women had tight, hard abs, a solid yet strong ass as well as large, well defined arms and legs. If there was a single place on their bodies that had any fat at all, that would be in their chests which seemed huge, but also logic defyingly solid.
"You went the last time because, and I quote, ’if I have to watch those tiny dicks shower again, I will seriously lose my lunch all over this floor."
"Well, since I am such a good person, I will suck it up the best I can so that you don’t have to go through such a painful experience again," Joan said without a hint of shame.
"How’s about you fuck off eh?" Gia said, raising her eyebrows at her best friend.
"How’s about you make me?" Joan said back with no fear.
"Enough. We can just go get clothes when I am done," Laz said, peeling away the remains of what little covering he had left.
He threw the bloody scraps in a garbage and calmly walked over to one of the shower heads while both women looked on, barely even blinking. While they had to watch over unruly ones before, they had never enjoyed it. After all, most of the guys who ended up here weren’t exactly up to Gia’s and Joan’s taste. They were either outcasts, other infected, or bounty hunters, looking for a quick score.
But Laz, with his rock hard body, handsome face, overgrown black hair, cuts, bruises, gashes, wounds, tattoos and a carefree attitude, they couldn’t look away.
"He’s like..." Joan started.
"A real... warrior...." Gia finished.
Battle scars, blood, muscle and meat. And that was just when he was rinsing off in the water. Laz then turned around and walked towards the two women as a blush crossed their faces when they finally saw the massive thing they hadn’t noticed before.
As Laz approached them, they took a step back at first before he held out his hand.
"Soap?" Laz asked, his face a picture of calm.
Joan held out the soap and shampoo with shaking hands as Laz unhurriedly grabbed it and walked back to the warm water.
"That’s..."
"Had I seen a picture of that, I would have thought it was photoshopped."
"Hey, where are you going?" Gia asked, as Joan, who had set her stuff on the sink, started walking towards Laz. Seeing her best friend of many years walking towards a naked man, Gia quickly set her stuff down and made her way over quickly.
Laz had been struggling the clean the area’s of his back that had been injured. Doing so would have been hard on a good day, but some of the last damage from the special squad that had hunted him down along with several of the deep wounds from the crazy raccoon had caused him to lose a bit of reach as doing so would have made the wounds worse.
"Do you need help?" Joan asked, standing next to Laz, her athletic wear getting soaked by the wet mist lingering in the air.
"Please," Laz said, hand her the bar of soap and turning around. Laz then leaned over and put both his hands flat against the wall, allowing the slightly taller woman to have easier access to his back.
Just as Joan was soaping up her hands to help him, Gia caught up and grabbed the bar from her.
"I can help too..." she said, her voice almost a whisper among the sound of the running water.
"Do as you’d like," Laz replied, not the least bit concerned.
As such, the taller Joan took to cleaning Laz’s back, starting at his neck and working her way down while the slightly shorter, but same height as Laz, Gia started with his face and did the same for his front.
The girls worked their way down his body slowly and carefully, their vast knowledge of injury treatment taking full effect as they washed his wounds with further irritating them. As they got past his waist, Gia ignore his meat stick and instead started with his thighs, continuing onward. Joan, on the other hand, had no problem cleaning Laz’s backside as though it were a natural thing to do so. The detail and attention the girls gave him was like a scene out of the distant past, where emperors of old would be tended by slaves to clean even their most private parts so that the emperor wouldn’t have to dirty themselves at all.
When even his feet were cleaned, Gia looked back up and reached for his manhood, intent on not leaving anything out. As such, she quickly bumped into Joan who had slipped around from the other side to take this most honorable of tasks to hand.
"Hey, back off..." Gia said, bumping into her friend.
"You back off, I was here first," Joan spat back, not giving an inch.
"Both of you can do it. Just don’t start fighting," Laz suggested, his eye closed to enjoy the hot water wearing away at his sore joints.
Joan smiled and began to lift Laz’s mighty rod as she stoked it with her now freshly soaped hand. Seeing this, Gia did the same, their hands occasionally bumping as they tried and failed to use one hand and circle the entire length while the other two hands cleaned his waist and other parts.
While Laz might not have been taking things the wrong way, he was still human and therefore had natural human reactions. As the girls worked, his pole got stiffer and stiffer, standing straight forward as though a spear ready to be taking into battle.
Before long and without a clear reason as to when it started or why it was happening, the strong, talented fighters had begun using their tongues to clean the massive shaft, as opposed to their hands, perhaps thinking a cat bath would be more effective.
Not that their hands were idle. Both women had freed up one hand to... take care of their own desires as they squatted on the floor under Laz’s extended arms. The sounds of their own moist wetness being stirred up by their fingers mixed with the water and hid the sound completely, at least, until they couldn’t help but moan under their own stimulus.
Laz, hearing this, finally opened his eyes and looked down, not believing what he was seeing.
’Am I ever going to get to bed at this rate?’ Laz thought to himself, hoping his further participation wasn’t going to be needed.
A very foolish hope indeed.
