Title: Emily vs. Tommy I.

Author: Hidden Whisper wrong_key_hole@yahoo.com

Tuesday, July 06, 2004. 5:00 pm

Tomas Walker: Emily Gray:

Age: 23 Age: 20

Height: 6'1 Height: 5'8

Weight: 145 lbs Weight: 175

Hair: Black Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Brown Eyes: Greenish Hazel

Bra Size: 37D

Attire: Blue jeans, no shirt,

no socks no shoes. Attire: Blue jeans, white T-shirt, no socks, no shoes.

Tommy and I had started wrestling about a month ago. We met at a party, and realized we were the PERFECT opponents. I NEED a challenge when I fight guys, and just about all of them were total wimps. You'd hit them in the jewels once, and they'd drop like a sack of brick. Not Tommy! The first time I punched him in the balls, he just shook it off and came back for more. He was just as stubborn as I was!

I've never been so impressed in my life. We've been having matches here and there ever since, but it REALLY became interesting when he and I became roommates last month! Now, a match could break out at anytime, anywhere, TOTALLY unexpectedly. Case and point TODAY!

Ok, here's the thing about Tommy. We each have our fighting styles; I do the tough girl thing. Never giving up, and always take a little more then I think I can handle in a fight. Tommy on the other hand will objectify me in a fight.

He is by no means a sleaz or a pervert or anything, he's actually one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet in your life. But when it comes to the match, he will do everything in his power to make me believe I'm nothing more than something nice to look at. It's his was (because I'm a girl) of making me feel insignificant in the fight, and not a real contender. It's just a way of psyching me out. It's all in the spirit of competition, and if I felt offended or violated by it, he'd stop IMEDEATLY!

So, one night about three weeks ago I made the comment to someone that I don't fight topless, so Tommy asked me why.

“It's not that I WON'T fight topless,” I said

“I fight in a bra all the time, sometimes Bra and panties, but if you wanted to get me TOTALLY topless, you'd have to do it in the fight, and…well GOOD LUCK!”

That was a promise I made to my self long ago. If they got it off me in the match fair and square, I wouldn't consider it a violation, but I wouldn't LET it happen! I would NEVER let someone get my bra off in a fight. I didn't know it at the time, but Tommy was extremely competitive, and he took that as a challenge. It's what led to today's “surprise” match.

Now, Tommy and I have a rule, submissions count unless expressed otherwise, but in order to submit, the other person has to ask, “do you give up?” or something to that effect. If they don't ask, all you can do is take the pain and hope they ask soon or pin you. It makes the fights interesting believe me!

Let me just say since this is the first story I'm writing that most of our fights aren't this one sided, as I'm sure you'll discover as time goes on. But I got pretty trashed this time!

Emily vs. Tommy I

The Bra Incident!

It was 2:00 on a Monday afternoon, and I was sitting on my bed reading a book. It was actually getting really good when all of a sudden the book was tossed out of my hand, I didn't realize what was going on until it was too late.

Sneaking up behind me, Tommy had wrapped his legs around my waste and was squeezing the life out of me. He grabbed my arms and held them back so all I could do is squirm. Tommy and I have an agreement that if we start a fight that the other doesn't want, we have a code word to let the other person know it's not the right time.

I was up for it however, and kinda wanted revenge for my lost sentence in my book, it was on!

His thighs crushed my waste, I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of watching me squirm, but after a while I couldn't help it. I wiggled, and struggled against the hold he had on my arms, but he had me too tight. He held me in that hold for about half a minute when it became unbearable. I felt all the air escape my lungs, and I began to kick the bed in anguish. After about two minutes of this my arms started going slightly limp, and the sounds of “hhuuuuu” and “ooohhhh” escaped my mouth. That's when Tommy decided to make his move.

“You're not in wrestling attire sweetie” he said, “Well, let's get you a little more comfortable for the match.”

He let go of both my arms, grabbed my shirt from the waste and pulled it off of me. I think he was hoping I wouldn't be wearing a Bra, but surprise, I was, a black one. Really nice looking if I do say so my self.

“That's better,” he said “You know your only here to look good anyway”

“Well, you know Tommy, one of us has to” I replied. Before he could catch him self, he let out a little chuckle, but then as punishment, he tightened his legs around my waste so they were like a vice!

“eeeeuuuuhhhhhhhh” I exclaimed.

He kept that vice grip on me for another minute and a half. I could feel my self slipping into a semi-conscious state.

DAM him!

If he hadn't sneak attacked me I could have taken him any day, but I couldn't stand the squeezing any longer.

Eventually my chin dropped to my chest, and the moaning turned to a silent panting. When he was confident that I was too weak to retaliate, he released his legs from around my waste, and laid me on the bed. He kneeled beside me, and pinned my arms above my head with one hand. Now he had me vulnerable to all sorts of attacks, witch really made me nervous. That's one thing that he and I have in common, we have no problem fighting dirty.

He raised his fist up in the air, and sent ten punches to my gut. “uuhhh” was the expression that escaped me after each one. The little ball of pain from punch one turned into a mind numbing agony by punch ten! The pain in my stomach was a lot to handle, but I knew I would have to take it for a WHILE. Tommy likes to weaken an area for a long time to force a submission.

“Give Up?” he asked. I shook my head no.

“Uuuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh”

“Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “UUUHHH”

Eleven more punches. He added extra force to the last one. My head was swimming from the pain in my gut. Throughout the assault my arms were instinctively struggling against him to get to my stomach, but he kept them pinned hard! I hate that; I can't stand showing weakness in a fight.

“I'm gonna add an extra punch every time” he said with a smirk in his voice,

“Give up now?”

I didn't know how long he was gonna keep this up, and I really couldn't take much more, but I wasn't about to give up now without paying him back first. In an act of bravery I shook my head no again, and another flurry of punches went to my gut.

“Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Twelve this time naturally. To make matters worse, my stomach hurt SO much that my spaced out noises turned into a sustained moan after the third punch. Tommy smiled SO smugly at that~

“aawww, you poor thing” he said rubbing my bare stomach. THAT pissed me off, but I couldn't do anything to stop it.

“Give up NOW?” he asked.

Even though I was in anguish, I wasn't about to give up after that (I REALLY wanted to though!). I violently shook my head no.

FIFTEEN more punches went into my gut! That bastard! I couldn't take it anymore; I was making sustained moans through it all this time. ‘Uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” My teeth clenched, I tried to jerk my arms out from his grasp, but nothing worked, I was worried he had me beat. When he finally stopped, I was breathing hard, and squinting my eyes in pain. My stomach hurt SO much. I knew I couldn't take another beating like that. If he asked me again I would HAVE to give up. To my surprise, he gave me an ultimatum.

“Tell ya what dear, I can tell I'm too much for you today” he said patting my stomach rather hard

“So here's the deal, give up the bra and I'll let you give up.”

OH NO was my first though. He wasn't going to let me give up unless he got my bra! I couldn't bare another belly beating, but I couldn't let Tommy get my bra off in a fight, I couldn't let him win! No matter how much pain I was in I wouldn't let him have that satisfaction. Any hope of me giving up at that point was gone. I desperately wanted to give up, but there was no chance in HELL now.

“FUCK YOU” I said. He looked half frustrated and half pleased that he got to punish me some more. But thank god, he didn't go back to more punches! He moved my arms down to my sides; I was too weak to stop this. He sat on my stomach, and pinned my arms with his legs. At that moment I KNEW what was coming! He mauled both my Boobs! Grabbing, clawing, pulling & twisting my nipples.

“Aahhhh, Rrrhhhhh, Aahhhhh, AAAhhhhhhh, Uuuhhhhhhhh”

This went on for about a minute. My chest was mauled, scratched, squeezed, and in searing pain. He focused especially on my nipples, twisting and pinching. I'm sure he got a lot of perverse pleasure out of it. Neither of us was afraid to strike for the sensitive areas, and he was going to TOWN on mine today! I was in unbearable pain, but at least my injured boobs were still covered!

When it was over, my eyes were closed tight, and an “sssssssss” sound came out of me as I sucked through my clenched teeth at the searing pain in my nipples. Tommy finally got off of me, and my hand went instinctively to my boobs, rubbing them to make them feel better.

Once again, I can't stand showing weakness in a fight, but I couldn't help it. My chest was burning! I hadn't been in this much pain in a while, but Tommy wasn't done with me yet! He grabbed me by the hair, and stood me up. He backed me against the wall, and pinned my arms above my head. In my painful haze, my head swayed from side to side. The phrase “uuh” escaping me from time to time.

He put his fist threateningly on my exposed belly.

“Do I get the bra?” he asked. I weakly shook my head no. He pounded my gut with another fifteen punches.

“Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh” “Uuhhh”

I was in agony. He began rubbing my stomach again

“Aawww, poor Emily, she can't take it. Her poor Stomach”

With that he began patting my stomach REALLY hard

“Aahhh” “aahhh” “aahhh” instinctively came out

“And her poor BOOBS” he said as he pulled on each of my nipples one at a time.

“Aaahhh!” “Aaahhh!” I exclaimed.

I would have given up a while ago if he hadn't been so bent on humiliating me, but he let go of my arms.

I wrapped one arm around my stomach, and the other messaged my chest. I fell to the bed, landing on my back. Tommy came around and sat at my feet, I thought he was going for a leg hold (it would have been nice to take the focus off my stomach and chest) but of course that didn't happen.

He moved my hands, pinched both my nipples, and was PULLING me into a sitting position.

“sIIIT UUUuuuuup” he said patronizingly.

That son of a BITCH! He could have gotten my into a sitting position by pushing me into one, or pulling my hair, but he CHOSE to do it this way. It was his way of establishing dominance over me.

My anger was getting high, but I had two hurt nipples to worry about. I didn't budge at first, but after a while I gave into the pain and slowly sat up.

Once I was sitting up, I had to attend to my hurt boobs, and Tommy knew that, he knew I wouldn't fight him if I could tend to my wounds. I rubbed them with both hands while Tommy walked around, and sat behind me. He reached between my arms, grabbed my boobs, and gave them another mauling.

I noticed he had stopped asking if I would give up the bra, now he just wanted to torture me. I shook my head from side to side with the pain, I tried prying his hands off, but it only made it worse.

Every time I tried he'd grab my nipples so I would be pulling them my self. Eventually I just dropped my arms at my sides and endured his assault. He continued to Pinch, pull, claw and squeeze my boobs. Then, OH MY GOD did this hurt! He took his nails and RAKED them across each of my boobs. “AAHHHHHHH!” I cried out. My mistake!

“OOHHH, you LIKE THAT? Wanna feel it AGAIN?”

He raked his fingernails over my chest two more times, each of my boobs bouncing back into place afterwards. I was wondering why he had grown his fingernails out last week! I was in agony, I couldn't take it anymore. I would have done anything to stop this now. I kept wanting him to ask me if I give up, but he didn't. He grabbed my arms, tucked them under his legs, and started punching my gut. He punched with one hand, and raked his fingernails over both my boobs with the other. I had to make him stop.

“Aaahhh, no more Tommy PLEASE!” I shouted.

Tommy stopped for a second

“aawww” he said as he rubbed my chest with both hands,

“Poor Emily, you wanna give up?”

I was pissed at this. Since we were in a fight, anything goes, but he always has to paw at my girlie parts in the match. Once again, he's trying to belittle me.

“..yes” I said in a flat angry tone. He pinched both my nipples and twisted them

“I'm sorry WHAT?” he said

“YES,” I yelled in a panic, “I wanna give up”

“Well, you know my terms dearest, when I have your bra, you can give up.”

This wasn't happening, I wasn't about to loose my dignity to Tommy, I COULDN'T!

“FORGET Iiii…..Uuuuhhhh” Was what escaped me. Before I could finish my objection Tommy had slammed the heel of his foot into my crotch. With that the dizziness returned to me.

“your choice” he said.

He began punching my stomach without a break. At least twenty at a time, when he was done with that, he'd move to my boobs, raking them most of the time since he discovered that I couldn't take it, and of course Pinching, and twisting. He'd move from one of those tactics to the other until finally I couldn't take it anymore, I HAD to make him stop!

“Alright, alright, you can have my bra!” I shouted.

“You sure?” he asked. I paused for a moment, then poutingly nodded yes. He released his legs.

“Arms up!” He ordered.

As I slowly raised my arms above my head he rubbed both my boobs with his hands smugly, he knew he was in control. It pissed me off, but it kinda made them feel better too, lol.

“Now let's see those boobs!” he said and he patted them twice REALLY hard.

He grabbed my bra from the bottom, and whispered into my ear…

“Say good-bye to your bra dear” and with that he whipped my bra right off of my body.

My boobs were exposed. He had won. My chest heaved over and over much to his delight I'm sure. He through the bra across the room so there was no chance of my re-claiming my dignity. My arms fell immediately to my stomach and chest, rubbing them both and fuming over my lost top.

While I was trying to make my boobs feel better, I was also trying to cover them up, moving my arm over both of them. Tommy would have none of that! He wanted to see his trophy!

“Oh no dearest, you're covering up the best part” he said.

I was still too weak to do anything. He through my arms at my sides, picked me up by the hair, and drug me back to the wall, he pinned my arms over my head again, but this time just held me there, exposing me.

He pointed to the desk across the room, and to my dismay, there was a video camera there. He had gotten his victory and my humiliation on FILM! I was furious, it's bad enough I lost my top in a fight, but Tommy deliberately exposing my Boobs to a camera was infuriating. I was humiliated, that was his plan. I stood with my back to the wall, no top, and no way to escape.

“Now smile for the camera” he said “And make sure the girls smile too.”

He wiggled each of my nipples one at a time. I wanted to cover up, but I couldn't, I was beaten and exposed, I admit it. Tommy won fair and square, but I would have my revenge!