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Peggy lay flat on her back, completely drained. Sweat glistened across her body like she had just been pulled from a pool. That five-minute grappling stalemate had burned through every drop of her gas tank. She couldn't even sit up.
The ring of instructors around them had gone dead silent. Every one of them knew that if they had been in her place, they wouldn't have been able to break Lawson either.
His physical stats were terrifying. It wasn't just the endless stamina — the raw density of his bones and muscle was unnatural.
Lawson rolled his shoulder, then stood and offered her his hand.
For a split second Peggy looked ready to slap it away. Pride lost. She took it. He hauled her up effortlessly.
"Fuck me…" she panted, wiping sweat from her eyes. "Lawson, do not tell me you secretly know some ancient Chinese Kung Fu."
She was desperately searching for any explanation why a rookie had just owned her.
"Ma'am, if I already knew how to fight, why would I ask you to teach me? Truth is, I just have an insanely high pain tolerance."
Peggy glared, then barked at the gawking crowd, "Show's over! Back to work!"
The instructors scattered, but they all knew what they'd seen. By morning the entire base would be buzzing with the story of the rookie who casually outlasted Chief Instructor Gray.
It took Peggy almost ten minutes to catch her breath. Once she was steady, she walked over and began poking and prodding at Lawson's arms and shoulders.
"Uh… what are you doing?"
"Checking mobility. Follow my lead."
She forced him through a brutal series of stretches. Some felt like they were about to rip tendons. He started to wonder if she was just torturing him for fun.
Finally Peggy sighed heavily.
"I can tell. You have zero formal training. Your ligaments are locked solid. You're stiff as a damn board."
Her expression darkened. Losing to a trained fighter was one thing. Realizing she'd been dominated by a complete amateur with no flexibility was infinitely worse.
"So… is it too late for me to learn?"
Peggy ground her teeth, staring at him with raw envy.
"No. Your baseline is so absurdly high that even sloppy technique will make you lethal. But first…"
A deeply sadistic smile spread across her face. The hairs on Lawson's neck rose.
"But first what?"
"You'll see."
Minutes later, agonized screams echoed through the CQB facility.
"Ow! Ow! Fuck, that hurts!"
"Stop whining! I thought you had a high pain tolerance!"
Peggy was putting him through a savage ligament-stretching routine — and she was clearly enjoying every second.
By the time she finished "adjusting" him, Lawson was a quivering wreck on the mat. The armbar had felt like a massage compared to this.
Peggy laughed, dark and satisfied. "Your raw power is average, but your durability is elite. So we're focusing on BJJ and ground fighting. For that you need extreme flexibility. This was lesson one. Go rest. Come find me in two days when you can walk again."
She left with a smug smirk, leaving him feeling thoroughly violated.
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Late night. Quantico CQB facility.
The barracks were silent. Inside the gym, however, two sweat-drenched figures were locked together on the mats.
Lawson had Peggy pinned beneath him, applying the exact BJJ techniques she had taught him with merciless precision.
She fought with everything she had — hips bucking, legs scrambling, core straining — but she was completely trapped.
The physical gap between them had become insurmountable.
Her newly conditioned flexibility and his freakish endurance turned him into a living nightmare on the ground.
His teacher had become his prey.
Under his patient, crushing top pressure, Peggy's breathing turned ragged. Her body began to tremble.
"So, Ma'am…" Lawson leaned down, voice low and rough against her ear. "Am I strong enough yet?"
Peggy's face flushed crimson. Her breath hitched.
The constant full-body contact of the last month had been professional. This… this was anything but.
The thick scent of sweat and raw adrenaline suddenly felt intoxicating. Her eyes darkened with unmistakable hunger.
"Are you… finally asking me on that date?" she whispered, biting her lower lip.
"I've wanted to take you out since the first day I saw you on that track."
"You're a very bad recruit," she murmured, voice dropping into a husky growl. "As your instructor… I'm going to have to punish you."
And just like that, the sparring turned into something far more primal.
Peggy's flexibility was insane. She twisted and contorted beneath him, wrapping her powerful legs around his waist, arching her back in angles that made his head spin. Every movement was designed to keep him off-balance, to make him fight for control.
But Lawson had the ultimate advantage — infinite stamina.
He ground against her slowly, deliberately, wearing her down with relentless, rolling pressure. Each thrust was deep, controlled, and devastating. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other sliding down to grip her hip, holding her exactly where he wanted her.
Peggy's moans grew louder, more desperate. Her powerful thighs shook around him.
"Lawson… fuck… you're too much…"
He didn't let up. He changed angles, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over until her entire body locked up.
Then he used an unorthodox, filthy technique — rolling his hips in a deep, grinding circle while staying buried to the hilt.
Peggy's eyes rolled back. A broken cry tore from her throat.
"Daddy—!"
The word slipped out before she could stop it. Her face shattered with shame and overwhelming pleasure at the same time.
Lawson didn't mock her. He just leaned down and kissed her hard, swallowing her cries as he drove her straight over the edge.
She came violently, body convulsing beneath him, inner walls clamping down so hard it almost hurt. Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes as the orgasm ripped through her like lightning.
He didn't stop. He kept the same ruthless rhythm, forcing her straight into a second, even stronger climax before the first had even faded.
By the time he finally let himself finish, Peggy was a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him — completely shattered, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, a massive wet spot soaking the mat under her.
Lawson pulled her into his arms, stroking her back gently as the aftershocks continued to ripple through her.
"Shh… I've got you," he murmured against her hair.
She cried harder for a moment, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing left in the world, before exhaustion finally pulled her under. She passed out in his arms, completely spent.
Lawson looked around at the absolute disaster zone of the sparring ring and sighed.
He couldn't leave it like this.
He carried Peggy's limp body to the instructor lounge, laid her carefully on the couch, then spent the next hour thoroughly cleaning and sanitizing the mats.
When he was done, he headed for the showers.
But as he passed the lounge, he saw Peggy was awake — sitting up, glaring at him with a mix of embarrassment and lingering heat.
"You're up?"
Peggy ground her teeth. Even now she refused to look defeated.
"Lawson… I didn't expect you to be that overpowering."
"I wasn't trying to be," he smirked. "But you were the one screaming 'Daddy'."
Her face completely shattered again. The memory hit her like a slap.
"Shut up! Do not ever mention that again!"
Furious, she tried to lunge off the couch to choke him. Her legs immediately buckled. She nearly face-planted.
Lawson caught her easily, pulling her against his chest.
"Careful, Ma'am. You're still recovering."
She glared up at him, cheeks burning, too proud to admit how weak her legs still were.
"I'm ordering you to delete that memory."
"Yes, Ma'am. Memory deleted." He grinned. "Now… want to join me in the showers? We're both still covered in sweat."
The CQB facility had large communal showers for instructors.
Peggy sniffed her shoulder, then nodded slowly, still flushed.
"Fine. But… no funny business."
"Funny business?" Lawson's innocent tone was pure bullshit. "Ma'am, I have no idea what you mean."
"Ah! Lawson, let go!"
"Ma'am, I have to make sure you're completely clean. Relax — I'm a professional."
"No! Stop— ahh!"
The empty locker room quickly filled with the sound of splashing water, breathless moans, and bright, helpless laughter.
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