By Brittany
She locked her ankles together and slowly started to squeeze her thighs around my chest, and my mind flashed back to the events that led up to this devastating yet exquisite torture.
Kelly, Sandi and I were colleagues---we worked together, and although the two of them spent a fair amount of time together outside of work, now and then I would also spend time with one or both of them socially. Kelly was a self-professed lesbian---unfortunate (for men), since she was quite hot---28 years old, 5' 8”, 130 pounds, shoulder-length auburn hair. Shunned exercise, but had a decent body.
As Kelly and I spent more time together, our friendship grew. One night, after a few rounds of drinks, she gave me a platonic hug on the way back to the car. The hug lasted a few minutes, led to some other touching, and before the night was through, we were in bed together, sharing our fantasies and experiences. One story she told me was of some past woman she dated, they used to wrestle as part of their foreplay.
“And who used to win?” I asked, clearly excited at this mental image.
“I've never lost to anyone,” she replied cockily. “Once I scissor someone, they give up pretty quickly.”
“Well, maybe you just wrestle weak girls,” I taunted.
Lovemaking continued, and during our rests in between, we talked about wrestling each other.
Now, 2 days later, in Kelly's basement, we had stripped down to our underwear, played around with each other a little, and then out of nowhere, she took me down hard and we wrestled. Real stuff. Within minutes, she had me in a scissor-hold around my chest, and within seconds after that, I was fighting for breath.
“Give?” she asked as she squeezed even tighter.
I couldn't get enough air in my lungs to produce words, so all I could do was utter a grumbling moan.
“Sounds like that's a ‘yes',” said a voice from the other side of the room.
Kelly released the hold, stood up, and kicked me over to my stomach, placing her foot on my back, holding me down. Beaten, held-down and weary, I couldn't raise myself off the mat, but I lifted my head and saw Sandi smiling and fake-clapping for her friend.
“What is this ?” I demanded, as Kelly finally removed her foot from my back and allowed me to get up.
“Kelly told me she was going to kick your ass, and I wanted to see it for myself. So, are you a weak girl, too?” Sandi asked, obviously having been informed of my pillow-talk.
I said nothing initially, but after a minute, tossed out, “I didn't want to hurt her. I don't see you offering to fight, though. Your picture is in the dictionary right next to the definition of weak girl .” It was a lame line, I knew, but an idea was forming in my head.
Sandi was actually anything but. A former aerobics instructor, she was 34, about 5' 6”, 115 lbs, with short blond hair. She hadn't taught aerobics in about 4 years, but still had a great body (a little too thin for my taste), and often wore short-sleeved tops and Capri's that highlighted her very toned arms and legs. Muscular, but very, very feminine. I loved looking at them, and sometimes fantasized about them locked around me in one form or another. But Sandi was engaged, and in my book, that meant she was off-limits.
“Please,” Sandi said in a pitying tone, “I didn't come here to act out your 8 th -grade fantasies. You should put on some pants, by the way, because you're making your feelings very well-known.”
I blushed as she acknowledged my hard-on, and walked over to my pile of clothes to relieve my embarrassment. “Whatever, “ I taunted, “sounds like you're scared.”
Kelly followed the banter between Sandi and I silently. The possibility that I would get even more excited by watching a match between her and her friend was intriguing, and imagine how sexually primed I'd be after she dominated Sandi! She had no doubt she could---she was younger, taller, heavier, and loved to wrestle. Plus, she had her killer scissors. It had taken her only three minutes to make me concede, so she was at peak energy levels, too. True, Sandi was toned, but it was just for show---she hadn't done aerobics or even worked out in years.
“Leave her alone, Jeremy,” Kelly called. “I'm only into humiliating guys.”
“What?!” snapped Sandi. “What do you mean humiliate ?”
“I just meant that it's embarrassing for a guy to get beaten by a girl---but then to have it happen in front of someone else---well, that's humiliating.”
“No, I meant, do you think you could really beat me ? I'm not scared of hurting you, you know,” Sandi replied, half-jokingly.
Kelly draped her towel across her shoulders and took a few steps towards Sandi. “Come on, San. Let's face it, you look good, but you're kind of old and there's not a lot of meat on those old bones of yours.” She paused, smiled, and added, “Come to think of it, it would be humiliating for you , too.”
I looked over at Kelly, who was trying not to gloat. Then I glanced at Sandi, who was clearly angry at the taunting, and probably more so because she was being challenged in front of me. She needed to save face. If she backed off, she'd look like a coward in front of me. If she fought and lost, she'd be embarrassed, but at least she knew I wouldn't think she was afraid.
Sandi kicked off her sneakers, peeled off her shirt, and started unbuttoning her Capri's. “Looks like you get your 8 th grade fantasy, Jeremy. Too bad it will only last a few minutes.”
“Oh, I'll drag it out before I make you submit,” countered Kelly. “I want him to be able to savor this.”
Sandi finished stripping down to her underwear and joined Kelly in the center of the matted area. Kelly was smirking, but Sandi was glowering. Both had something to prove to the other, and to me. They locked fingers, raised their arms over their heads, and Kelly called to me, “Jeremy, you say ‘go'. No interference, no rules, and the fight's over when someone gives. OK?”
“OK” assented Sandi, who then looked over at me and nodded.
GO!
The two tightened their grips and pushed at each other. Almost immediately, I noticed the muscles in Sandi's arms and legs bulge, and as she slowly started to push Kelly backwards, I saw, for the first time (of course), her well muscled back. Christ , I thought, this will be worth any embarrassment I had to endure .
Kelly continued to smirk, although it was obvious she was exerting herself trying to fend off Sandi. Deep down, she knew that this stuff was meaningless, for it would be once they were both down on the mats that she would humiliate Sandi. Certainly physically, but now another idea was forming…
I watched as Sandi continued to push Kelly back, slowly towards the basement's concrete wall. In profile, Kelly's 36B's dwarfed Sandi's 34A's, but that was just a side-thought. I wondered what would happen when Kelly was backed into the wall---would the show really start then? She had had little difficulty subduing me, and I wondered if she would take down Sandi just as hard.
Despite Kelly's strength, Sandi forced her up against the wall, and slowly pinned her arms over her head to the wall. This seemed to worry Kelly a bit, as her arms had become essentially immobile. She writhed in the hold, but Sandi held firm. Sandi took a step closer to Kelly, moved her face close to Kelly's, and opened her mouth. She smiled slightly, and it looked as though Kelly may have made a convert out of her. That little fantasy was dashed, however, as Sandi brought her knee up quickly and buried it in Kelly's stomach.
I could hear the rush of air explode out of Kelly, and she tried to double over, but Sandi continued to pin her against the wall. As Kelly gasped for air, Sandi release the hold, and just as smoothly locked her right arm around Kelly's neck and took her down to the mat in a killer headlock. I could tell it was a killer by once again seeing the muscles in Sandi's arm bulge with exertion. Frankly, I wondered if it were me in that hold, would I already be at the point of conceding?
Kneeling on the mat, Sandi positioned herself so that she was facing my direction, Kelly's throat firmly wrapped in her muscled arm. Sandi smiled at me and winked, tightening her grip on Kelly's throat even more. Kelly was also kneeling, her face beet-red, pawing with both hands at Sandi's arm, trying to break free. It was obvious to me, and becoming obvious to both women, that that simply was not going to happen. This was not going to be the quick ass-kicking that we all thought it was going to be---at least not with Sandi as the one whose ass was kicked.
Kelly started to cough, her hands slowly starting to slide down Sandi's arm as her strength began to fade. Sandi took that opportunity to drop to the mat, Kelly's head still in the hold, and positioned herself so she was lying across Kelly's neck, her chest weighing down on the headlock. Her breasts hung down in front of Kelly's face, and Sandi softly taunted, “I bet you've dreamed about getting your mouth on those for a long time, huh?”
Her eyes closed, Kelly could respond with nothing but a cough and a gurgle. Sandi laughed, released the chokehold, left Kelly lying on her stomach gasping for air and massaging her neck, and positioned herself so she was sitting between Kelly's splayed legs. Placing her feet on the small of Kelly's back, she leaned forward, grabbed Kelly's wrists, and then pulled back hard, yanking Kelly up and backward. This was truly a painful hold---Kelly's torso almost straight up, legs on the mat, arms being pulled back by Sandi, who was holding Kelly in place by planting her feet in Kelly's back.
Although Kelly was not my girlfriend (although I took a great deal of male pride in getting a lesbian to sleep with me), I thought about how guys often get off on seeing their wives or girlfriends physically overpowered by another woman. This was clearly the case here. Sandi was manhandling Kelly, and I loved it! It would have been nice had Kelly actually fought back, but up till now, she hadn't even had the chance.
Sandi pulled back even more, and every few seconds would coil one of her legs back and deliver a solid kick to Kelly's back. With each kick, she'd ask, “Weak girl give up?” And with the thud of each kick, I became slightly more uneasy, worried that if this continued and Kelly didn't give up, Sandi might do some real damage.
I marveled at Kelly's stamina. Sandi's first few taunts were met with responses such as “no” or “fuck off.” This seemed to anger yet amuse Sandi, who put more force into each successive kick. By the fifth kick, though, Kelly was finished. At the point of tears, she cried out, “Yes! I give! Please let me go!”
Sandi smiled and stopped kicking, but maintained the hold. She leaned back until her back was on the floor, feet still planted in Kelly's back and still holding on to Kelly's wrists. She lifted her legs and Kelly was now being held above Sandi, arms still held solidly, supported by Sandi's legs and feet. This put even more pressure on Kelly's back, but other than cry, she could do little, immobilized and literally hanging there at Sandi's whim.
The crying made Sandi smile. She quickly spread her legs, and Kelly dropped onto her. She wrapped her legs around Kelly's ribs and locked her ankles. At the same time, she released Kelly's arms, and wrapped both of her arms around Kelly's neck in a chokehold. Again Kelly's hands flew to her neck in an attempt to release the choke, but it was futile. Between the crushing scissors and the choke, Kelly's beautiful body became limp within a minute. Sandi felt the final bit of fight drain from her opponent, and released the holds. She rolled Kelly off her and on to her back, stood over her, and placed her foot on Kelly's face, flexing her arms, claiming victory, and smiling at me. Kelly offered little resistance, still trying to regulate her breathing. Sandi looked down at her opponent, smirked, and said, “Well, that's the beaten part. Here's the humiliation part.” She dropped to her knees, straddled Kelly, and quickly pulled Kelly's panties off. Twirling them around her finger, she said, “Now I have a little souvenir. Too bad they're too big for me.”
Ouch! I agreed, the stripping and the comment ended the bout with some pretty solid humiliation. I just stared at Sandi, taking in her wonderfully toned body, its thin sheen of sweat that made her muscles glisten, and the ease with which she totally destroyed Kelly (who of course had destroyed me even easier), and I wanted her. Again, she was engaged, and I had rules, but I thought about challenging her to a wrestling match. Win or lose, I didn't care. She was so superb, it didn't matter.
But she punctured that fantasy by announcing that she was thirsty and was going upstairs to get a drink. She smiled at me, looked down at Kelly in disgust, and sauntered up the stairs, twirling Kelly's underwear as she went.
I went over to Kelly, who was now sitting up, and held her. She pushed me away, and angrily asked where Sandi was. I told her, and she stood up and started looking for her underwear. When I told her that it had become Sandi's trophy, she became even angrier.
“I think the best thing you can do right now is to relax and let this whole thing go,” I tried to advise. “She beat you, it's over, and you two still have a friendship. She'll get dressed and go, and we can spend the afternoon with me giving you a full body massage.”
She looked at me like I was a moron. “That was only round one,” she sneered. “Now I know that she fights dirty, so I will too. Just watch, she's going to be begging me to stop.”
I tried to think about what exactly Sandi's “dirty fighting” might have been. After all, it was Kelly who said there were no rules, and even then, Sandi really didn't do anything (in my opinion) dirty---she just beat the crap out of Kelly. But I could see that it would be pointless to argue that issue. So instead, I offered, “Sweetie, she kicked your ass . I didn't think it was possible, but she is a lot stronger than you. Those muscles aren't just for show. And she enjoyed it, Kelly. She got off on destroying you. You should have seen how many times she smiled every time you were in pain. And even at the end, when you did give up, she didn't stop---she just punished you some more. Just let it go.”
Those last few sentences only firmed Kelly's resolve. “Thanks for your support, Jeremy. Remember how easily and quickly I beat your ass. Just you watch.”
I gave up, partially because the thought of watching another girl-fight, this time with Kelly sans underwear, made me so excited I thought my penis was going to explode.
Kelly went over to the side of the mat and did some stretching---her neck, arms and legs. Soon after, Sandi sauntered down the stairs, water bottle in hand, ever-present smirk on her face. “Oh, Princess is up and at ‘em, no permanent injuries. Good! That was fun. I thought I might have really hurt you. No hard feelings?”
“It's not over, San. You won with a couple of cheap shots. Now I'll fight your way, make you beg me to stop, and you can't even imagine what kind of humiliation I have in store for you.”
Sandi raised an eyebrow to her friend, put her hand on her hip and responded, “I have nothing to prove now. You thought you were big and bad, and you're not. Maybe Jeremy was right--- you are the weak girl. And I value our friendship enough not to kick your ass again.”
“I knew it,” Kelly retorted. “Give her a real challenge, and she runs scared. She's worried that she'll lose face when I beat and humiliate her. Honey, just wait and see what I have in store for your face. You might even like it---if you're awake.”
Their banter was driving me crazy. It felt like a stalemate, though, so I tried to stoke the fire a bit. “Kelly, Sandi beat you bad, true enough, but she can't do another fight---she used everything up on round one. If I were her, I'd do the same thing. Save my energy, and maybe give you a rematch some time in the future when she's rested. That's the only fair way.”
Well, that was all Sandi needed to hear. Being made to sound like an elderly prizefighter pushed her over the edge. She turned around, pointed her finger at Kelly, and said, “You want a rematch right now? You got it!” Then she pointed at me and added, “And then I'll kick your ass, too.”
They both went to the center of the mat. Kelly looked at Sandi, then down at her own nakedness. “I need something to wear---this isn't fair.”
Sandi rolled her eyes, then quickly slipped off her panties. “There, Jeremy, this should help your hard-on.” To Kelly she added, “Try not to let my nakedness distract you---remember, this isn't lesbian sex. Just you getting your ass kicked.”
The two naked warriors circled each other warily, and again I marveled at Sandi's chiseled body. With another 10 pounds, she'd be a knockout, I mused. Then I gazed at Kelly, who was beautiful and sexy, whose thighs were the only area partially defined, no doubt accounting for her submission scissors. I wondered if this time she'd actually get the chance to use them.
Without notice, Kelly lashed out at Sandi, slapping her face full-force. The crack of the slap startled me, and Sandi took a step back, holding her cheek. “I told you, anything goes,” said Kelly, and with that, she lunged at Sandi again, this time with a punch to the shoulder.
Sandi winced, realizing that Kelly meant business. Those shots were thrown full-force, and, although she'd never admit it, Jeremy was right about her using up most of her reserve during the first fight. She'd have to pace herself this time, stay out of trouble, and when the opportunity presented itself, go in for the kill. Chokeholds seemed to be Kelly's weakness, so that was what she'd use if possible.
Kelly stalked her opponent, feinting a punch now and then, looking for an opening. This part was just to scare her, hopefully weaken her. The real destruction would be when she took her down and squeezed the life out of her. No one had ever been able to escape her scissors, and Sandi would be no exception.
A third punch hit Sandi in the stomach---it caused little damage, as her abs were pretty solid, but instinctively her hands went down to her stomach. Kelly seized the moment, and launched a roundhouse kick, which connected perfectly with Sandi's mouth. She went down hard, and Kelly was on top of her in a blur. Sitting on her stomach, she grabbed Sandi's wrists and pinned them to the mat above Sandi's head. Sandi writhed underneath her opponent, but Kelly used her weight to her advantage, lifting herself up and dropping full force on Sandi's stomach every few seconds.
The pounding was taking its toll, as Sandi felt her stomach muscles start to give, and the pain of each weight-drop intensified. She pushed up on her arms, fighting Kelly's pin, but as she did so, Kelly would lean down, putting her weight behind the pin. I watched as Sandi's muscled arms flexed and pushed, but they were no match for Kelly's entire body.
Kelly inched her way up her opponent's body, using her knees to pin Sandi's arms to the mat. Her crotch rested below Sandi's chin, and I could tell that Kelly was thinking--- do I humiliate her now, or beat her more convincingly first and then do it?
She obviously decided on the latter, because she grabbed Sandi's hair and lifted her head off the mat. Quickly, she readjusted her legs, straightening them, and clamped them around Sandi's neck. Dropping to her side, she locked her ankles together and smiled---Sandi was at her mercy in a picture-perfect head scissors, face buried in her crotch. For good measure, Kelly grabbed Sandi's wrists again to prevent any attempts at escape, and then the punishment began.
I could see Kelly's thighs tense as she increased the pressure on Sandi's neck---no doubt extreme payback for the first fight. Sandi struggled to free her arms, fighting against Kelly's grips. Kelly responded by simply rolling over to her other side, maintaining the vice-like hold on Sandi's throat and her grip on her wrists. Each time she turned, Sandi's body would get slammed down on to the mat, weakening her with each slam.
I could hear muffled grunts coming from Sandi, who continued to fight against Kelly's holds on her wrists. The women's physical exertion was evident in the sheen of sweat on each, and although Sandi was now suffering, I marveled again at how sexy she looked.
Kelly toyed with Sandi, not wanting to put her out too quickly. She would flex her thighs, tightening the hold, and then relax a little to allow Sandi to get her breath. She continued to battle her opponent's arms, though, attempting to keep her grip on Sandi's wrists. The sweat was making that difficult, though, as her grip kept slipping. Finally, Sandi was able to slip her wrist out of Kelly's hand, and immediately she brought it down to Kelly's thigh and clamped down. Kelly used her free to hand to wrest Sandi's free one, and in the process, lost her grasp on the other hand. Again, Sandi brought her free hand down to Kelly's legs, and started using both to pry open the devastating head scissors.
Kelly laughed out loud at this futile attempt to escape---her scissors were escape-proof, and now that Sandi was trying to escape, it was time to end this. Kelly tightened her powerful legs, re-secured her ankles, and, just to provide a bit more pain, grabbed a handful of Sandi's hair and pulled as hard as she could.
Again, more muffled cried from Sandi, whose face remained buried in Kelly's crotch. The ever-tightening scissors were taking their toll on her, as she started to cough and fight for breath. Kelly wasn't relaxing the hold at intervals anymore, and unless she did something quickly, Sandi knew she'd lose this fight and be subject to Kelly's vengeance.
Keeping my gaze on Sandi's arms, I was amazed to see that despite the beating she was taking, she slowly started to separate Kelly's legs. Her muscles strained, and Kelly tried to increase the pressure of the scissors to close the gap. But she couldn't. Sandi was actually loosening the scissors with her arms, and within a minute, was able to slide her neck out of harm's way. She rolled over to the side of the mat and held her neck, trying to regain her breath.
Kelly was livid. She got to her feet and followed Sandi, grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to her feet. Turning her around she swung at Sandi's face with her fist. The punch connected squarely with Sandi's mouth, and her head snapped back into the concrete wall. Kelly took a step back, lowered her shoulders, and plowed into Sandi's stomach. Sandi doubled over, and Kelly lifted her off the ground and had her folded over her shoulder.
Kelly glanced over at me and smiled, confident that the fight was nearly over. I smiled back, and kept to myself that Sandi was snaking her arm up and over Kelly's head as Kelly paraded her around. Like lightning, Sandi wound her arm around Kelly's neck, while still hanging over her shoulder, and squeezed. Kelly grabbed for the arm, and in the process lost her balance. The two fell to the mats, Sandi with her arm locked around Kelly's neck. They wrestled for control, each trying to get atop the other---Sandi at this point with the advantage, as Kelly was essentially fighting blind, unable to see much because of the headlock.
The jockeying for position stopped as Sandi repeated the headlock position from the first fight. With Kelly laying on the mat on her side, Sandi, maintaining the chokehold, lay across Kelly's neck, applying merciless pressure. From my vantage point, I could see Kelly's face turning red, and tears welling up in her eyes. As before she pawed at Sandi's arms, trying to break the hold, to no avail. She clamped her fingers on Sandi's upper arm, but it was like granite, and she could do nothing to weaken the hold. Sandi continued to squeeze, and Kelly gurgled---probably not a submission, but Sandi didn't care. This would be the final fight, so it had to be a very convincing win.
Another gurgle from Kelly, and Sandi released the hold. Wasting no time, she got to her feet, lifted Kelly to her feet by her hair, and buried her fist into Kelly's gut. Already trying to catch her breath from the headlock, Kelly could let out only a guttural moan as what remaining air was driven from her lungs. She tried to drop to her knees, but Sandi held up her by her hair. Another fist to the stomach, and this time Sandi let her drop.
Sandi glanced over at me and playfully blew me a kiss---obviously her anger at me had subsided somewhat. She looked down at Kelly, who was lying on the mat in a fetal position, holding her stomach. Sandi grabbed a handful of Kelly's hair, pulled her slowly upright again, put one hand under her crotch and the other around the back of her neck, and quickly lifted her off the ground. I couldn't believe the ease with which Sandi lifted Kelly. She held her aloft, just over her head, for a few seconds, and then brought her down to the mat hard---a perfectly executed body slam. Kelly's back crashed on to the mat, and Sandi followed with her naked body landing atop Kelly's. Sandi quickly planted her ass on Kelly's chest, pinning Kelly's arms to the mats with her knees. Kelly futilely tried to buck Sandi off her body, but she had been weakened, and was in pain.
Sandi, started inching forward, but then changed her mind. Realizing that Kelly had little to offer now in terms of resistance, Sandi turned herself around, still sitting atop Kelly's chest, shins pinning Kelly's arms, but now facing Kelly's feet. Now, she inched herself backwards, until her ass was over Kelly's face. I knew what was about to happen.
Sandi lowered her ass on to Kelly, completely covering her beautiful face. Sensing my stare, Sandi looked at me, raised her arms, and flexed. That just drove me wild---those glistening, muscular arms, her total domination of Kelly, and now, her sexual humiliation of her beaten opponent---what a way to spend an afternoon! Kelly writhed under the smother, pushing with her arms, to no avail. Her legs feebly swept back and forth across the mat. Sandi ended her posing, made a fist, and drilled it into Kelly's stomach. Once, twice, thrice. With each punch, Kelly's legs kicked up off the mat a few inches, a sure sign she was in pain. Sandi smiled again, readjusted herself on Kelly's face to make sure the seal was airtight, and again glanced over at me, pretending as if she were looking at her watch.
I decided at that moment that if Sandi made any type of sexual overture to me, I'd respond---my rules about engaged women having become as decimated as Kelly. Waiting another few minutes to make sure Kelly was out, Sandi held her opponent in the face smother, now and then grabbing one of Kelly's nipples and pinching. The lack of resistance told Sandi that the fight was over, and she had won.
Smiling, she slowly stood up over Kelly's lifeless body, and, as in the first fight, placed her foot on Kelly's mouth and struck a victory pose. Kelly stirred and opened her eyes, quickly realizing she had once again been beaten. Sandi ground her foot into Kelly's face, and ordered, “Show me that it's over---lick my toes.”
Kelly did no such thing, and Sandi increased the pressure on Kelly's face with her foot. “Do it!” she commanded, “or I'll start this whole thing all over again and beat your ass a third time. You know I will, and you know I can. Do it.”
Knowing it was true, Kelly opened her mouth, and slowly started to lick the bottom of Sandi's toes. She grimaced as the taste of sweat and body odor hit her palette, but knew that she had no choice. Clearly, the older woman was indeed stronger, in better shape, and clearly would hurt her again if she needed to.
I marveled at how the huntress had so easily become the prey.
Sandi allowed the humiliation to continue for another minute or so, then removed her foot from Kelly's face, sauntered over to me, grabbed the damp, throbbing crotch of my jeans, and said, “I bet you wish that had been you.” She picked up her clothes and started up the stairs to change, leaving Kelly on the mat, humiliated and crying, and me on the couch, agreeing with her.
The End.