Mark v. Julie
MONDAY Match #1 by MixedWrestler
My boyfriend, Mark, and I are both huge wrestling fans and every Monday night you can find the both of
us huddled together on the sofa flipping between the two major shows on television. We are also fans of
mixed wrestling and during one particularly energetic night, I challenged him to a match between the two of
us. It took some coaxing, but eventually he agreed. The following is the results of that challenge. (JULIE
IS SUBMITTING THESE DESCRIPTIONS ON MY COMPUTER. HI, I'M MARK. BEFORE I
SEND THIS FOR HER, I THOUGHT I SHOULD INTERJECT MY OWN TWO CENTS IN ON
THIS, SO YOU WILL OCCASSIONALLY FIND MY COMMENTS IN PARENTHESES AND
ALL CAPITAL LETTERS, JUST LIKE THIS, THROUGHOUT THESE MATCHES. I'M JUST
KEEPING JULIE HONEST.)
The Rules
We each agreed to an anything goes style of match with victories being awarded for pinfalls, to a count of
ten, or knockouts. Just to make it a little more vicious, no submissions would be allowed. Not that either
of us would have ever considered submitting, but this way, if we had, it allowed for some measure of
torture and humiliation. (IT SHOULD BE NOTED THAT WE DID ALSO AGREE TO AN
EMERGENCY WORD THAT, IF USED, WOULD IMMEDIATELY STOP THE MATCH. THIS
WORD WAS TO BE USED ONLY IN THE EVENT OF AN INJURY OR TO PREVENT A
SERIOUS INJURY. AFTER ALL, WE DIDN'T REALLY WANT TO SERIOUSLY HURT EACH
OTHER.)
We would fight a best of seven format, one match a day for seven days. The first one to win four matches,
would be the champion. We also decided to video tape the matches for future reference and bragging
rights. The descriptions of the matches that follow are derived from those videotapes.
The Combatants
Mark, my boyfriend, is 22, five feet ten and about 185 pounds (192 POUNDS). He has what I WOULD
CONSIDER A SLIGHTLY BETTER THAN AVERAGE PHYSIQUE. He is the epitome of a "weekend
warrior". If I had to compare him to anyone of note, it would have to be Olympic speed skater Dan
Jansen. In body shape I mean. (FAIR ENOUGH). I, Julie, by the way, am 20, about 5 feet five, 140
pounds with very long strawberry blond hair. (IT GOES TO HER WAIST). Some of my friends have said
that I look a little like a short Brooke Shields. (FROM THE MOVIE BLUE LAGOON, ONLY WITH A
LARGER CHEST. SHE ALSO HAS A GREAT SET OF VERY LONG LEGS AND AN
INCREDABLE ASS) In comparison to Mark, I am much firmer with long powerful runners legs and my
daily exercise routine should give me an edge in endurance. (THAT'S WHAT SHE THINKS) Mark is
much stronger than I am but I'm faster. (TRUE)
The Ring
We laid ten old bed mattresses on the floor of a converted basement playroom and removed all of the
furniture except for the sofa, which is too large to carry up the narrow stairs, and the bar, which is
cemented to the floor. It was more than enough room for our matches.
SUNDAY, MATCH 1
I wanted to distract Mark a bit and break his concentration so I wore a cut-off tank top that barely
covered my breasts and black lace panties. (DAMN, SHE LOOKED HOT). After all, how could he even
think of beating up on such an inviting package? Mark wore a simple pair of black nylon boxers and we
were both barefoot.
As we began to size each other up, Mark seemed a bit tentative to execute any attacks (I DIDN'T WANT
TO HURT HER, SO I WANTED TO JUDGE HER STRENGTH AND AGRESSIVNESS FIRST)
Maybe he was afraid of hurting me I thought. I decided to show him that "all out" meant exactly that and
that I could more than handle myself. I landed a quick roundhouse kick to the side of his head that
dropped him to one knee. He seemed more stunned than hurt as he looked up at me in astonishment.
(YEAH RIGHT! IT HURT LIKE HELL. I WAS STUNNED THAT MY GIRLFRIEND COULD
PACK SUCH A WHALLOP!). "Anything goes, remember honey."
He got up and smiled and coaxed me into a test of strength, raising his hands upward. As I said, Mark
was much stronger than I was, but I thought I might be able to make a quick move on him and get the
upper hand so I went for it. Mark however, obviously had the same idea. (SCREW THAT. I WANTED
REVENGE FROM THAT OPENING KICK TO MY HEAD) As I reached my hands up to meet
his, Mark lunged forward and drove his knee deep into my gut, just below the belly button (I MUST
HAVE CAUGHT HER OFF GUARD COMPLETELY, BECAUSE I WAS AMAZED THAT HER
NORMALLY FIRM ABDOMEN GAVE SO MUCH).
"Unggh!" I yelped as I dropped to all fours Mark followed with a kick to my ribs that rolled me across the
mats onto my back. (I FIGURED THAT PRETTY MUCH EVENED THINGS UP) He stood over me
and lifted my head to his. "Anything goes, remember honey?" he mocked as I gasped for air. (I
THOUGHT ABOUT TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION, BUT NOW THAT I WAS
AWARE OF THE LEVEL OF
COMPETITION, I WAS WILLING TO LET HER START AGAIN ON EQUAL FOOTING).
As Mark backed away and I slowly got to my feet, it was now obvious that both Mark and I understood
the ground rules and were both willing to do whatever it took to win. Exactly the way I wanted it. (ME
TOO. I WAS DETERMINED TO DOMINATE HER IN EVERY WAY DURING THESE
MATCHES. I'M TOO COMPETITIVE TO GO EASY ON HER AND I KNOW SHE IS EXACTLY
THE SAME WAY. I WANTED HER TO BEG) With the preliminaries out of the way, Mark and I sized
each other up again.
Mark took the offensive first. He was much quicker that I had anticipated. He slipped behind me and
quickly applied a full nelson hold on me. As I struggled to free myself, Mark applied more and more
pressure to the hold. (JULIE BEGAN GRUNTING AS SHE STRUGGLED. AS I APPLIED MORE
PRESSURE, HER GRUNTS TURNED INTO HIGH PITCHED WHIMPERS) Eventually, he forced my
head downward until my chin rested on of my heaving chest. He shook me back and forth violently to
further increase the pressure and slowly but surly drove me to the mat. (EACH SWING GARNERED
ANOTHER YELP FROM JULIE AND HAVING HER IN MY COMPLETE CONTROL, EVEN AS
SHE STRUGGLED, WAS GETTING ME HOT). I struggled to keep from collapsing under the added
weight of Mark's body, as he was able to gain further leverage the further down I slid. Then Mark stood
up, keeping the hold on, he lifted me off my feet (SHE SHREEKED IN TERROR) and sent me crashing
back down to the mats ass first. (SHE MADE A LONG 'OOOOOOO' SOUND AS HER LIPS
FORMED AN OBSCENE 'O' SHAPE) I could feel a sudden shot of pain race up my spine upon impact.
The good news was, I was out of the full nelson. The bad news was, I was on the mats and Mark was
towering above me and still on the offensive. He yanked my hair back until my head was facing the ceiling
and drove an elbow smash right between my eyes. (IT SHOULD BE NOTED THAT I RARELY USED
FULL FORCE ON JULIE. AS SHE HAS SAID, I'M MUCH STRONGER THAN SHE IS, BUT I
DID NOT PATRONIZE HER EITHER) I fell backward onto the mats, covering my aching head with my
arms. Mark again took advantage by stomping his bare foot into my exposed mid-section, exactly where
he had kneed me earlier. I involuntary curled up into a ball as the air escaped my body. "Do you like that,
Bitch!" Mark teased.
Shit, I thought, we were less than 5 minutes into the first match and I was already in big trouble. (SHE
AINT SEEN NOTHIN' YET) Before I could get air back into my body, Mark had me by the hair again,
dragging me to my feet. (I REALLY COULD HAVE PINNED HER THERE AND I DOUBT SHE
WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO POWER OUT, BUT I WAS BEGINNING TO HAVE FUN) I was
breathing heavy and sweat glistened off my body as Mark forced my head between his legs and began to
crush the sides of my head between his thighs. (SHE LET OUT A SERIES OF WHIMPERING YELLS
AND I WAS BECOMING INCREDIBLY ARROUSED AT HAVING MY GIRLFRIEND AT MY
COMPLETE MERCY). The position I was in left me vulnerable to any amount of power movies Mark
wanted to use like a piledriver, powerbomb, etc.
"Noooooo!" I pleaded, expecting the worst.
"Don't worry baby, its not time to finish you off yet (SHE HAD NOT USED ARE SECRET WORD)
Marked grabbed the straps of my panties and pulled them upward toward my trapped head causing the
crotch of my panties to disappear into the crack of my ass. (HER PANTIES WERE SOAKED WITH
HER JUICES) My clit was on fire as Mark continued to pull harder and harder and I felt as if he were
attempting to rip me in two with my own panties. (I WAS HAVING FUN WATCHING JULIE DANCE
ON HER TOES AND SCREECH WITH EACH TUG)
"Arrggggggghhh!" I screamed with each individual pull. Still trapping my head, Mark then proceeded to
continually slap my ass cheeks like he was playing a set of bongos. Each resounding slap echoed off the
basement walls. (IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE RED WELTS BEGAN TO APPEAR IN THE SHAPE
OF MY HANDS ON EACH CHEEK) I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes, but I wasn't
about to give my opponent the satisfaction (I WOULD HAVE STOPPED IF SHE STARTED TO CRY)
Still, I was helpless as Mark reached around my bent mid-section and lifted me upside down into an
inverted bearhug, His arms were long enough that he was able to reach his opposite elbows with each
hand and crush my dangling body. (MORE OF A TESTIMENT TO JULIE'S VERY FLAT
MID-SECTION) I was quickly becoming light headed and I knew that if I didn't do something soon, that
it was all over for me. (I WANTED THE BLOOD TO RUSH TO HER HEAD).
I began to kick and flail wildly trying to throw Mark off balance (SHE WAS ACTUALLY DOING A
PRETTY GOOD JOB) but that was quickly squelched as Mark wrapped his mouth around the soft skin
on my inner thigh and began to bite down hard. (I COULD TASTE THE SWEAT MIXED WITH THE
JUICES FROM HER DAMP PUSSY)
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed "Oh God please." I begged. "Anything goes, right
honey?" (SHE STILL HADN'T USED OUR SECRET WORD, AND JUST A NOTE, SHE NEVER
DOES THROUGHOUT OUR MATCHES).
I began to wonder if "no submission" was such a good idea after all as Mark continued to squeeze and
expel air from my inverted body. My eyes began to swim from the lack of oxygen and my arms fell limp
and lifeless above my head. I was defenseless and only seconds away from passing out and I knew
it. But just before passing out, Mark fell forward sending me crashing to the mat chest first with Marks full
weight right on top of me. If he had been aware of how close I was to actually going out, he probably
would have kept the hold on and finished me off, but the slam pretty much did me in anyway. (I WAS
AWARE AND WAS TRYING TO FINISH HER OFF, BUT I HAD BEEN HOLDING HER FOR A
FEW MOMENTS NOW AND AS SHE WAS GOING OUT, HER BODY BECAME DEAD
WEIGHT. COMBINED WITHN THE SWEAT FROM BOTH OUR BODIES, I JUST COULDN'T
HOLD HER ANY LONGER AND FELL FORWARD. IT JUST HAPPENED TO WORK TO MY
ADVANTAGE) He quickly rolled me onto my back with my arms flailing helplessly above my head. (I
WANTED TO "DO" HER RIGHT THEN AND THERE, BUT I THOUGHT SHE WAS OUT AND I
WASN'T ABOUT TO FUCK HER WHILE SHE WAS UNCONSCIOUS)
Mark slapped my face lightly to try and revive me some more and as I started to groan, Mark drove his fist
into my lower gut, once again right beneath my belly button. I jerked slightly and tried to yell but no
sound escaped my lips as Mark kept his fist buried deep in my abdomen not allowing me to take in any
more air. I tried to raise my head but was quickly drifting off to la-la land. (I COULD TELL SHE WAS
DONE AND THAT IT WAS TIME TO FINISH HER OFF) Mark spun his body across my chest all the
while still digging his fist into my gut. He was going to pin me. (THAT WAS MY INTENTION AT THE
TIME) Finally, I thought. I could offer no resistance as he began his slow count to 10. 1…2…3…4… He
had me at his mercy and I couldn't believe that he was going to be this nice and simply pin me since I was
so close to actually going out. But as his count reached 8…and 9…he stopped and lifted my shoulders off
the mat with a hair pull, breaking the count. (THIS WAS JUST TOO GOOD OF AN OPPURTUNITY
TO PASS UP. WE AGREED TO KNOCKOUTS AND I WAS GOING TO SEND HER TO
DREAMLAND AT MY COMPLETE MERCY)
"Oh God, No." I weakly pleaded.
"Say nitey-nite." Mark threatened as he made a claw with his left hand and held it over my crotch. He
slapped the claw down hard onto my pussy and began to squeeze.
"UUUUGGHHHHH!" I screamed as my head jerked off the mats. Mark immediately slapped a right
handed claw onto my forehead and drove my head back to the mats. He raised himself up onto his knees
directly above me to increase the pressure to both claw holds. He began to move the claw on my crotch
into a rubbing motion, grinding into my pussy (I COULD FEEL HER PELVIS BEGIN TO THRUST
BACK AS HER WARM PUSSY JUICES BEGAN TO SEEP THROUGH HER PANTIES AND
COVER MY HAND). I began to convulse from both orgasms and the pain of the claw to my head
until my body eventually crashed from total exhaustion. Everything fell limp and my eyes fluttered and
closed. That was it, out cold and spread eagle on the mat. (I ALMOST CAME MYSELF AT THE
FEELING OF PUTTING JULIE OUT THIS WAY. I HAD NEVER BEEN MORE AROUSED THEN
I HAD EVER BEEN AT THE FEELING OF JULIE ORGASMING AND THEN GOING LIMP IN
MY CLUTCHES).
Rolling me in front of the camera, Mark mounted my heaving chest and began a mock fucking of my tits.
He then raised my legs , folding me into a matchbook pin as he made his 10 count for a humiliating pinfall
victory.
MATCH TO MARK: MARK LEADS THE BEST OF SEVEN 1-0
Mark v. Julie
TUESDAY Match #2
I was hoping to make a better showing against Mark in our second match. My gut was still sore from our
first encounter. I knew I needed to get off to a fast start this time or this match wouldn't be any different
than Mark's total domination of me the last time. Mark still wore his black nylon boxers while I on the
other hand, not wanting to experience the same usage of my panties against me as in the first match, wore
a traditional flower print bikini with somewhat wider material in the crotch area than my panties had.
As I entered the basement, Mark was already waiting for me. He smiled a sly smile at me as I stepped
onto the mats. I should have known then that he was up to something. (ACTUALLY, I WAS JUST
ADMIRING HOW GOOD SHE LOOKED IN THE BIKINI AND HOW MUCH I WAS LOOKING
FORWARD TO REMOVING IT FROM HER BODY). I turned to place the water bottle I had down
on top of the bar and when I turned back around, Mark was charging. (I FIGURED THAT AFTER THE
BEATING SHE TOOK YESTERDAY, THAT SHE WOULD HAVE SOMETHING PLANNED
FOR TODAY'S MATCH AND THAT I HAD BETTER GET ON THE OFFENSIVE IN A HURRY.
THOUGH I HAD TOTALLY DOMINATED HER YESTERDAY, I STILL REMEMBERED THAT
OPENING KICK AND KNEW THAT IF GIVEN HALF A CHANCE, SHE COULD DO SOME
DAMAGE) I had no time to react as Mark lunged at me and drove his shoulder into my belly. Falling
backward, I was speared up against the base of the bar.
"Unghhh!" I cried as my body was literally crushed between Mark and the hard wooden base of the bar.
The sickening thud and slap of my bare back against the bar echoed throughout the room. As Mark
backed away, my body slumped
forward onto my knees. Mark grabbed me by the throat and lifted me to my feet, bending me backward
over the bar. He followed with a series of hard blows with his knees and free hand to my lower belly and
crotch. There was too many exposed areas for me to defend and still struggle against his choke that was
quickly cutting off my air supply, so once again, I was basically defenseless. (HER BODY TREMBLED
WITH EACH BLOW AND LOUD GASPS ESCAPED HER LIPS AS I SLAPPED HER CROTCH).
When Mark finally receeded his assault, he drove one more hard knee into my already sore clit and
grabbed my bikini top with his free hand and tore it from my body. (SWEAT SOAKED HER
GORGEOUS TITS AS THEY SPANG OUT AFTER BEING RELEASED FROM THE BIKINI).
"Nice tits, babe," he mocked. "Let's see how they hold their shape." With that, he crushed my left breast
with the palm of his right hand.
"Unggh!" I cried again and screamed in torment as he drove yet another knee into my pussy.
"Please. No!" I begged, but my pleas only seemed to encourage him as he reached out and grabbed the
nipple of my now aching tit between his thumb and forefinger and began to pull and twist. (I WAS IN
AWE AS I WATCHED JULIE'S TIT JIGGLE AND BOUNCE AS I CONTINUALLY PULLED
AND TUGGED AT ITS NOW ERECT NIPPLE)
"AAAHHHHHHH!" I wailed. His choke on me wasn't tight (SHE COULD STLL BREATHE, THE
HOLD WAS MORE FOR CONTROL OURPOSES THAT TO CUT OFF HER AIR) but it was
enough to hold me in place and make it difficult to recapture lost air. I fell face first to the mats clutching
my pain ravaged clit and breast as Mark released his hold on my various body parts. (I WAS
BECOMING MORE AROUSED WATCHING JULIE MASSAGE HER OWN TIT AND CROTCH
IN AN ATTEMP TO RELEIVE SOME OF THE PAIN SHE WAS EXPERIENCING).
Mark straddled my back as I attempted to push myself up on all fours. That was a big mistake as Mark
quickly applied a camel clutch. Trapping my arms over his thighs, he pulled back hard on my chin arching
my back to the point I didn't think physically possible. I groaned in agony of the hold as Mark thought
aloud what he could do to me next. (I THOUGHT OF A NUMBER OF IDEAS AND PULLED BACK
ON JULIE'S CHIN ENOUGH SO THAT I COULD SEE THE FEAR IN HER EYES AND LISTEN
TO HER WIMPER HER PLEAS OF MERCY AS I OFFERED THEM).
"I know," Mark announced. "How 'bout this?" He released my chin and my head instantly dropped
forward, but before my face could hit the mats, Mark reach around my torso and grabbed my now
dangling tits and began to pull back on the camel clutch hold again. It felt as if he were tearing my breasts
from my body as I screamed and begged for a submission. (STILL NO SECRET WORD).
"No submissions, dear." He taunted as he managed to grab my nipples and pull harder. My tits were on
fire and my back felt like it was close to snapping. I had no idea Mark could be so vicious. Through the
pain though, I could feel my bikini bottoms becoming wet. Being tortured and dominated by my boyfriend
was somehow very orgasmic. (HAVING JULIE HELPLESS IN MY CLUTCHED WAS RATHER
INTICING FOR ME TOO.) that light headed feeling was starting again as the pain from the toutous hold
was beginning to take effect. Just as I thought the pain would be enough to put me out however, Mark
released the hold and pulled me to my feet, (SHE WAS ALL BUT OUT OF IT, WOBBLING IN
FRONT OF ME WITH HER HEAD FLOPPING FROM SIDE TO SIDE AS I HELD HER
UPRIGHT).
Still dazed, I didn't realize Mark reaching between my legs from behind nor did I notice his other arm
reaching over the top of my shoulder. I wish I had a name for this move, because it was awesome, but I
don't. (I CALL IT 'THE COMPRESSOR') Mark reached his right arm up between my legs (I COULD
FEEL HER WARM JUICES ON MY ARM THROUGH HER BIKINI BOTTOMS) and clasped his
hand, just below my breast bone with that of his left arm that came down across my right shoulder and
down between my tits and bearhugged me tight to his own body. The compression of my body not only
made me feel like I was about to be 6 inches shorter, but his arm across my chest restricted the expansion
of my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. His left arm was crushing my pussy and his right elbow was
buried into my corroited artery on the side of my neck cutting off the blood flow to the brain. On top of
that, he is taller than I am so, from a standing position, I was lifted off my feet and dandling helplessly off
the ground. I yelled once (THREE TIMES ACTUALLY) and within seconds was all but out as my head
drooped forward onto my chest and my limbs hug down at my sides.
"Oh no. Not yet, baby." Mark said, and in one fluid motion lifted me up to shoulder height, turned me in
mid air so that I was now facing the ceiling and dropped me into a devastating back-breaker across his
outstretched knee. I moaned in agony as the sudden shock brought me back to life a bit and Mark
clamped a claw hold onto my already aching left tit and began pushing my upper body backward toward
the floor to increase the pressure of the hold. I began to writhe and moan stretched out over his knee as he
reached down with his free hand, sliding it beneath my bikini bottoms and clamped another claw hold onto
my crotch, actually inserting a couple of fingers into my dripping wet pussy. (I BEGAN TO FINGER
FUCK HER HARD AND FAST) My body went into orgasmic convulsions, totally unable to defend itself
from the attack. (THE MORE SHE MOANED AND TWITCHED THE HARD I BEGAN TO FUCK
HER WITH MY FINGERS).
The convulsions grew weaker and weaker as my body grew more and more spent. My eyes began to
swim in their sockets. I was done for, but Mark wasn't done with me. Mark pulled in his knee, dropping
me in a heap, spread eagle on the mats. Mark slowly walked around my beaten carcass and stood
straddling my head, staring down at my feet. I wanted to reach up and deliver a punch into his groin, but I
couldn't muster enough energy to even lift my arm. I watched helplessly as Mark removed his boxers
above me. (SINCE I FIRST AGREED TO THIS MATCH, THERE WERE A FEW MOVES I
WANTED TO PREFORM ON JULIE. THIS WAS ONE OF THEM)
"Good night, Sleeping Beauty," he said and then dropped to his knees pinning my arms out away from my
sides and landing his ass on top of my face. My mouth and nose disappeared into the crack of his ass
immediately cutting off my air supply. I kicked and struggled desperately as Mark rocked back and
forth on my face.
"Stop squirming you little bitch or I'll give you something to squirm about." With that, Mark leaned forward
and applied a two handed claw hold onto my already damaged cunt. I couldn't even whimper as Mark's
ass stifled my pathetic crys. I passed out cold. Mark finished the match by climbing off me and stripping
me of my bikini bottoms. Then, in full view of the camera he proceeded to plant soft kisses on my body
from the top of my head, to the tip of my toes. He stopped briefly in various areas to suck my red swollen
tit or lick my ravaged and dripping clit, just to prove he could do what ever he wanted to me, if he so
desired. Mark then slithered up onto my heaving chest and tit fucked me, cumming on my chest and face
while he counted out a slow 10 count pinfall.
MATCH TO MARK: MARK LEADS THE BEST OF SEVEN 2-0
Mark v. Julie
WEDNESDAY, MATCH 3
Going into match 3, mine and Mark's relationship was still very strong despite the vicious beatings that
Mark had given me in our first two matches. (I HAD ASKED, JUST TO BE SURE). Believe it or not
though, I was actually enjoying myself. Don't get me wrong, I would much rather be dishing out the
punishment than taking it like I was, but this is what I asked for. No holds barred, anything goes and
Mark was giving it to me. (I WAS HAVING FUN TO. IT WAS SO EROTIC TO PUT JULIE OUT
LIKE I DID IN MATCH 2, BUT I THOUGHT ABOUT EASING UP A BIT. IF FOR NOTHING
ELSE, THAN SO JULIE COUILD WIN ONCE OR TWICE AND PROLONG THESE MATCHES)
Now, on to match 3.
The only thing I was really upset about was that I had zero offense in the first 2 matches combined. Mark
had totally dominated me. He had used my ring attire against me both times and I was determined not to
let it happen again. I selected my "Daisy Duke" cut-off shorts and a red lycra sports bra for match three.
Mark changed from black boxers to blue. At the start of match three, Mark quickly put me into a
headlock and began pressing the palm of his hand against my temple in a painful nerve rub. I took a step
back and flipped him over my back onto the mat. Mark held onto the hold though and I flipped right
along with him, now, instead of a standing headlock, Mark held me on the mat in the same hold. The new
position however provided me with a new opportunity. (I HAD STARTED OUT THE MATCH WITH
THE BASICS IN AN ATTEMPT TO GIVE JULIE A FIGHTING CHANCE. OH, I WAS STILL
GOING TO TRY AND BEAT HER, BUT I WANTED HER TO FEEL LIKE SHE HAD A
CHANCE. I WOULD SOON LEARN THAT UNDERESTIMATING MY GIRLFRIEND WOULD
BE A BIG MISTAKE).
Using just a bit of dexterity on my part, I was able to drive the heel of my foot directly into Mark's
crotch. Mark howled in pain (NO SHIT), immediately releasing the headlock and instantly clutching his
manhood. Rolling on the mats, it was good to see Mark on the receiving end of things for once. My
crotch had seemingly been one of his favorite targets during the first two matches and it was nice to be
able to return the favor. I was able to quickly slip my body behind Mark as he rolled across the mats and
wrap my legs around his head in a well executed figure-four head scissors (HER LEGS WERE
EXTREMLY POWERFUL AND IT FELT LIKE MY HEAD WAS TRAPPED IN A VICE). To add
to it, I was able to attach a claw hold onto his forehead.
Mark had obviously not yet recovered from the low blow he had received earlier since his legs had yet to
straighten out from their ball-like state. (AGAIN, NO SHIT) He desperately tried to reach around my
legs and claw my inner thighs but the hold was too tightly applied to his head. (LIKE I SAID, SHE HAD
VERY STRONG RUNNERS LEGS) Mark's face was turning bright red as I knew he was beginning to
feel the effects of the blood flow being cut off to his brain. As much as I wanted to return some of the
beating I had received in our earlier matches, I was content with just putting him out and gaining a much
needed victory. Mark however, had other ideas (MY ONLY IDEA WAS TO GET MYSELF THE
HELL OUT OF THIS HOLD) He managed to roll his body over and slip his head out of the hold. With
me now on my stomach, from the roll, Mark grabbed my feet and pulled them up, sitting down on my
calves, pressing my feet to my ass. The pressure on my knees was tremendous, but Mark was still feeling
the effects of my head scissors (ONE MORE TIME, NO SHIT) and I easily threw my legs back and
launched Mark off of my body. Mark stumbled backward falling into the bar with a resounding crash.
"Oooooooooooo" Mark moaned as he slid down the bar onto his ass with his legs spread out in front of
him. I'm not sure if it was my headlock or his hitting his head on the bar or a combination of the two, but
Mark was obviously dazed as I walked over and stood between his outstretched legs. (ACTUALLY I
DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT THIS MATCH AFTER I HIT THE BAR. I ONLY
KNOW WHAT I SAW ON THE VIDEO TAPE).
"Hurts, don't it?" I cooed. "But I'll bet not as much as this!" I shouted as I dropped my knee right into his
exposed crotch. (AS I SAID, I DON'T REMEMBER THIS, BUT AFTER WATCHING THE
VIDEO TAPE, I'LL BE SURE TO WEAR A CUP IN ALL FUTURE MATCHES)
Aaaaaarrrrrgghhhhhh!" Mark screamed and rolled across the floor. Now was my chance. I grabbed
Mark by the hair and dragged him to the sofa on the opposite side of our "ring" and sat him on the floor
with his back resting against the foot of the sofa, just as he was moments ago against the bar. I straddled
his body, holding his head close to my crotch. Mark was too concerned with covering his aching
manhood to defend. I leapt upward onto his shoulders wrapping my legs around the back of his head. I
used the sofa for leverage as his head bent back awkwardly onto the cushions of the sofa and his face
was buried in my crotch.
It was the perfect smother hold as I reached my hands to the back of the sofa for support and thrust back
and forth on Marks face as he desperately struggled to free himself and obtain some much needed
oxygen. I was getting wet again grinding my snatch into his face. It took only a minute for Mark's kicking
and flailing to subside and his limbs to become limp. He was out. (LIKE A LIGHT) I returned the favor
of our first match by dumping him on the floor and striking a victory pose for the camera while I counted
to ten for the pinfall win.
MATCH TO JULIE: MARK LEADS THE BEST OF SEVEN 2-1
Mark v. Julie
THURSDAY, Match 4
Mark had been yammering on all day about how lucky I had gotten in beating him the night before, and as
true as that may have been, I wasn't going to let him forget that he had still lost. (SHE HAD GOTTEN A
BIT COCKY AND I WAS HAVING FUN TAUNTING HER. BESIDES, I HAD SOMETHING
SPECIAL IN MIND FOR HER TONIGHT). Plus, it gave me some much needed confidence going into
match four and my attempt to even the best of seven series at 2 wins apiece. I stuck with my "Daisy
Dukes" and sports bra combo. Maybe they had brought me some luck and I wasn't about to change it and
find out. Mark changed his attire to a red bikini brief that I must admit had my heart pumping just a bit
harder than his boxers had.
As the match began, it didn't take long to realize that Mark was taking this match a bit more seriously and
had every intention of showing me that the previous night had been nothing but a fluke. (ACTUALLY I
WAS DETERMINED TO WIN AND REGAIN MY 2 MATCH LEAD. I KNEW IF JULIE TIED IT
UP AT 2 WINS APIECE, I WAS GOING TO BE IN BIG TROUBLE. I HAD UNDERESTIMATED
HER IN LAST NIGHTS MATCH AND I WASN'T GOING TO DO IT AGAIN)
To start the match, Mark grabbed my right arm, twisted it over his shoulder, elbowed me in my belly,
lifted me to his shoulders and fell backward, slamming me to the mats in a Samoan Drop (AS YOU CAN
PROBABLY TELL, I HAD MY OPENING MOVES PREPARED IN ADVANCE). His head
impacting into my gut as my back hit the mat drove the wind right out of me, along with a loud "Ungh!"
sound, and Mark still had a hold of my arm. He was up quickly, straddling my prone body as I was
simply trying to comprehend the pace of the match so far. With my arm still held aloft, Mark dropped his
full weight onto my body, his ass crashing into my breasts, crushing them. Now I know why they call this
move the "Earthquake", because my entire body shook from the force of the impact.
"How'd that feel, sweetie?" Mark taunted as he lifted his body off mine. "Did I rock your world or what?"
I immediately curled up in a ball-like state on the mat, moaning in agony with my arms crossed over my
aching breasts. I was again gasping for air as Mark grabbed a fistful of my strawberry locks and lifted me
slowly to my feet. (SHE WAS SWAYING SO MUCH THAT IF I LET GO OF HER SHE WOULD
HAVE FALLEN TO THE MATS LIKE A SACK OF POTATOS)
"Time to go for a ride, baby," Mark announced. A knee to my crotch bends me forward and Mark
thrusts my head between his legs. Reaching around my bent waist, Mark lifts me into an inverted bearhug.
He crushes my mid-section briefly before dropping to his knees and executing a devastating tombstone
piledriver. (I DIDN'T WANT HER OUT JUST YET, SO I HELD BACK ON THE MOVE, BUT
I DID WANT HER TO FEEL THE PILEDRIVER) My body crumpled face down on the mats as my
head and neck were driven into my chest and my spine compressed. Somehow I was conscious, but
barely and I knew I had to find a way to get up before Mark finished me off. My whole body was racked
with pain and I could barely manage the strength to move. I pulled my arms in toward my body, but
remembering the camel clutch hold Mark slapped on me in an earlier match when I attempted to get up
from a similar position, I decided instead to roll over onto my back first before getting up.
Unfortunately for me, this also proved to be the wrong move to make. As I flopped over onto my back
and tried to refocus my eyes, Mark was airborne and hurdling toward me having leapt from the bar
countertop. (THIS WAS ANOTHER OF THE MOVES I HAD BEEN DYING TO TRY ON JULIE
SINCE THESE MATCHES BEGAN) He had perched himself up there after the piledriver and was
waiting for me (I COULD FEEL MYSELF GET HARD JUST WAITING THERE AND THINKING
ABOUT IT) Before I could make any attempt at a defense, Mark landed his full weight across my chest,
literally plastering me to the mats. (I COULD FEEL HER TITS COLLAPSE BENEATH ME UPON
IMPACT. HER HEAD AND LEGS INVOLINTARALY LIFTED OFF THE MAT AS I BOUNCED
OFF HER CHEST. JULIE LET OUT A LOUD, PAINED "AAUUUUNNNGHGHHH!" SCREAM
AS SHE CAME TO REST FLAT OUT AND SPREAD EAGLE BENEATH ME. I ALMOST CAME
AS I HIT IT)
I convulsed a few times as my body tried to refill itself with air. Mark could have pinned me for a count of
a million if he had wanted to. I was done, but Mark had other ideas as he grabbed my throat and dragged
me to the sofa. Picking me up and then lifting me, Mark body slammed me onto the cushions. My feet
dangled over the back of the sofa while my head hung down off the cushions toward the floor. Mark
resumed his choke hold but soon gave me other matters to worry about. I saw his slap coming, and I
knew exactly where it was headed too, but was defenseless to prevent it. Mark landed a series of
three hard slaps into my exposed pussy. My body convulsed as I let out a meek, pathetic whimper with
each blow. Mark then repositioned my body on the cushions, removed his briefs and dropped his knee
squarely into my belly. Leaning his rock hard shaft close to my face, Mark made me a proposal.
"Here's the deal babe," he started. "Suck me off and we'll call this match a draw."
"Go to hell." I said with what little strength I could muster. Probably stupidly as I view the tapes now.
Mark's face grew red and he tore my top off with his bare hands and proceeded to attack my
nipples…pinching, pulling and twisting them raw as I continued to whimper pathetically.
"Suck me for a draw, bitch!" Mark demanded.
"Yes, yes, anything. I give, I give!" I begged.
He didn't actually have to offer me the draw, I was at his mercy and would have consented the first time
he offered except I was too proud to admit defeat. I meekly opened my mouth to his rod as Mark held
my hair and thrust his shaft into my mouth. Even in my weaken state, it wasn't long before Mark was
struggling to hold back his throbbing cum. He pulled out as he came, showering my face and breasts with
a pearl necklace.
"It's nighty-night time, honey," he whispered.
"B-but you said"
"I lied. Anything goes, remember honey?"
Mark rose and dropped a knee into my aching gut again."Unggggh!" I cried.
Mark stood again and reached back and drove a punch into my left temple that sent me sprawling off the
sofa and face down onto the mats. I groaned in agony. Mark pulled off my "Daisy Dukes", the remains of
my ring attire. He seemed annoyed that I wasn't knocked out. (ACTUALLY I WAS SURPRISED BUT
RATHER GLAD BECAUSE IT GAVE ME THE OPPURTUNITY TO USE ANOTHER MOVE ON
HER I HAD BEEN WAITING ON)
"Not out yet? Then get up!" he demanded.
I pulled my arms into my body and struggled to get to all fours. I hadn't realized Mark taking up a sitting
position behind me. Once I managed to struggle to all fours, Mark slid his legs up between mine, grabbed
a handful of my hair and thrust me down onto his still rock hard shaft. I could feel his cock slam into the
back wall of my cervix.
"AAAahhhhhhooooooooo!" I screamed and moaned as a massive orgasm shot through my entire body.
Mark reached around me with his arms and grabbed my dangling tits and began to pull back in a modified
camel clutch, all the while, still inside me. (I CALL IT MY "FUCKING CLUTCH" HOLD) Using my
chest as leverage, he pulled on and thrust into my body in a hard rocking motion. Simultaneously, my body
was being ravaged by pain from the camel clutch and orgasm from the unbelievable fucking I was
receiving. I could feel Mark's rod continually slam into my clit.
I passed out cold after several minutes, but what a way to go. I'm not sure if I passed out before Mark
came, but after a few moments, he released the hold and dropped my lifeless body face down onto the
mats. Still, Mark wasn't finished with me. (NOW CAME THE SURPRISE I HAD PLANNED FOR
HER) In what became a mantra to these matches, Mark was setting me up for the humiliating defeat.
Rollong my unconscious body onto my back. He positioned me, spread eagle, in front of the camera, I'm
sure it was for the sole purpose of allowing me to watch my own demise later (YEP). He then used a
disposable razor to shave what few pussy hairs I had. (SHE NORMALLY SHAVES DOWN TO
ONLY A VERY THIN STRIP OF HAIR).
Once "smooth" Mark peeled a banana and inserted it into my clit and then proceed to eat every last bite
(THE FRUIT DIPPED IN HER JUICES MADE FOR A VERY EROTIC AND TASTY VISTORY
DESERT) On top of that, Mark had won yet another match and was now just one win away from winning
our best of seven challenge.
MATCH TO MARK: MARK LEADS THE BEST OF SEVEN 3-1
Mark v. Julie
FRIDAY, Match 5
In all three of Mark's victories, he had totally dominated every aspect of the match. My only victory was
questionable at best as I only won after I was able to take advantage of Mark's mistake. Since my "lucky"
ring attire didn't turn out to be so lucky, I changed to a one piece baby blue silk nitey with a little touch of
white lace trim. Mark returned to his traditional black boxers.
"Maybe we'll try something bigger this time," Mark cooed, holding a peeled cucumber, referring to his fun
at my expense with the banana after out last match. If anything, I wanted to prove to Mark that I wasn't a
pushover. (I CERTIANLY DIDN'T THINK THAT. I FOUGHT HARD BECAUSE IF I LET HER GET
THE UPPER HAND I WAS GOING TO PAY FOR IT DEARLY AND I KNEW IT). I had made
Mark promise to give me his best and he had. The result was his manipulation of me like a rag doll. With
the exception of a brief period of time after he had hit his head on the bar in match three, I had provided no
offense at all. I was beginning to feel the lasting effects of the combined beatings. My head still ached from
the piledriver and blow to the temple and my pussy was still red and swollen from Mark's massive assaults.
Even the silk fabric of the nitey was uncomfortable against my bruised nether region. I knew Mark would
continue to attack this vulnerable area again. After all, it was seemingly his favorite target and I knew I
would have to do something to protect it from further pummeling.
As match five started, Mark faked an uppercut to my crotch and I fell for it, dropping both hands to cover
my injured region and leaving my upper body exposed. It was a mistake that Mark was all too quick to
capitalize on, driving a hard right fist into my left tit. I groaned deeply as the pain reminded me that it had
also taken some considerable abuse during these matches. Aside from drawing first blood, the punch threw
off my entire defense and Mark dropped me to the mats with a running lariat that caught me around the
upper chest and throat. My head snapped back and bounced off the mats with a resounding thud. My
hands instinctively went to comfort my aching head and Mark dropped his leg directly across my breasts
and began to apply a one-legged scissors squeeze crushing me to the floor. (I FOUND IT EROTIC TO
SEE HER BREASTS STRUGGLE TO POP OUT FROM BENEATH MY LEG AS I CRUSHED
THEM) As I began to gasp for air, Mark again went for his favorite target, unsnapping the silk fabric
covering my crotch and pulling it to the side for a clear shot. Mark reached back slowly and delivered a
solid chop into my exposed pussy and then finishing it off by grinding his fist into my crotch.
"Unggghhhhh!" I screamed and Mark exerted more pressure to my chest with his leg preventing me from
regaining any of THAT expelled air. Mark cocked his arm back again for another blow. He was moving
deliberately slow to increase my torture. I had to act quickly and I resorted to the only defense I had. I
reached out my fingernails and raked them across Mark's eyes.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrgghhhhh!" Mark screamed painfully. I felt bad about resorting to such tactics, but it served
its purpose. (IT SURE DID. MY EYES WERE ON FIRE) Mark immediately rolled off of me covering his
face with his hands. Knowing that it wouldn't take long for Mark top recover, I quickly got to my feet
foregoing any time for a breather and grabbed a hold of Mark's ankles, holding his legs aloft and apart.
"Turn-about's fair play, baby." I said as I drove the heel of my foot squarely into his exposed crotch. Mark
screamed and convulsed in agony. (I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN A CUP)
"That was fun, lets do it again." A second stomp to his crotch had Mark begging for mercy. A third
answered his pleas. Mark's arms were flailing wildly at his sides and the attacks had seemingly left him with
a bad case of the dry heaves (I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO PUKE UP A TESTICLE. I TOLD
YOU IF SHE GOT THE UPPER HAND I WOULD BE IN TROUBLE) I positioned his legs under my
armpits and stepped over his prone body executing a perfect Boston Crab maneuver that I quickly
cinched in as low as I could. Mark moaned as his back arched almost far enough to be able to touch the
heels of his feet to the top of his head. (I COULD LITERALLY FEEL EVERY SINGLE VERTIBRE IN
MY BACK CRACK ONE BY ONE UP MY BACK AS SHE CINCHED IN THE HOLD) He was still
trying to reach his hand to his crotch to alleviate some of the pain from my previous assault. The Boston
Crab not only places intense pressure on the back (NO KIDDING), but if applied correctly (WHICH
SHE HAD) it makes it difficult for the recipient to breathe (THAT TOO). Mark was visually becoming light
headed from the lack of oxygen and looking down at him I could see that his eyes were starting to swim, a
sure sign that la-la land was just around the corner.
"Getting sleepy are we?" I asked. "Well, I'm not through with you just yet. Its pay-back time!"
Drawing courage from being in complete control for the first time, I released the Crab hold and Mark's
lower body crumbled to the mats like a sack of wet noodles. I rolled him over and walked to the edge of
the mats in an attempt to execute a flying splash from the back of the sofa, much like the one he had
performed on me from the bar countertop in an earlier match.
I got up there quickly and Mark looked completely out of it, but I apparently underestimated just how "out
of it" he was. I leapt from the sofa eyeing my landing target in the middle of Mark's chest, but Mark was
able to raise his knees up at the last moment to defend himself. (IT WAS THE ONLY THING I COULD
MANAGE TO DO. I WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY OUT OF IT LIKE SHE SAID) My chest and mid-
section crashed across his knees and I crumbled to the mats wrapping my arms around my torso as if to
hold everything inside. Mark was still too weak to follow up on my mistake immediately and I knew I had
to act quickly or lose my advantage entirely. With every last ounce of strength I could manage, I got to my
feet and lunged at Mark in desperation, dropping my knee into the middle of his chest. (I WAS QUITE
STUNNED. I WAS TRYING TO REGROUP AND THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE A FEW
MOMENTS AT LEAST AFTER SHE HAD HIT MY KNEES LIKE SHE DID) Mark's arms and legs
involuntarily rose off the mat. Standing again, I straddled his torso, looking downward at his feet. I
reached down and removed his boxers and then grabbed his dick with both hands.
"Ready for a ride?" I asked.
"Noooooo!" Mark pleaded as he weakly attempted to push me over by my calves.
"Sorry, no submission, remember?" I pulled hard on his shaft, lifting his lower body off the mats and
allowing it to crash back down again. Mark screamed and wailed in agony and pleaded for mercy (I
CAN'T EXPLAIN THE PAIN, JUST TRUST ME IT HURT LIKE HELL) I repeated the procedure four
more times before Mark's screams became nothing more that pitiful whimpers. I dropped to my knees,
pinning Mark's arms at his sides and leaned in toward his now red and swollen cock.
"Shall I kiss it and make it better?" I cooed
Mark groaned as I began to lick his swollen cock.
"Aaaahh!, Aaaahh!" he began to cry out (IT WAS A UNIQUE COMBINATION OF PLEASURE AND
PAIN) as I wrapped my lips around him and began a rhythmisc glide up and down his shaft with each pass
harder and faster than the one previous. Within seconds, Mark came and his warm juices filled my mouth.
I slowly and seductively crawled up his body and dribbled his ejaculated seeman onto his face and chest. I
slowly stood above my fallen foe, straddling his prone body.
"Now how do we end this?" I mussed aloud. (I WAS BEATEN AND AT HER MERCY. UNABLE TO
DEFEND MYSELF. I FINALLY KNEW WHAT SHE HAD EXPERIENCED IN PREVIOUS
MATCHES)I quickly dropped to my knees onto his shoulders, covering his face with my crotch in a
classic school boy pin. Once again however, I had underestimated my opponents' degree of fatigue as
Mark managed to bite down onto my exposed and tender clit. I screamed in agony as I bounced up and
down on his face trying to get him to release his bite while keeping my hold in tact but to no avail. My
preoccupation with his clamp on my clit also distracted me from his legs, which he had now managed to roll
upward and
around my head, pulling me back to the mat. As I fell however, I managed to wrap my legs around his head
as well, placing him in the exact same scissors maneuver. My advantage was that I was on top of him and
because of the beating he had already taken, could seemingly apply more pressure to my hold that he could
his (I ACTUALLY COULDN'T GET A TIGHT GRIP ON HER HEAD AS I WAS ONLY REALLY
TRYING TO GET HER OFF OF MY FACE) On the down side, because I was on top, Mark's hold
forced my head back at a much sharper angle than it would normally have been putting much more strain
on my neck. Also, his arms were free to attack my now exposed mid-section or pry my legs off his head.
(I COULDN'T REALLY GET A GOOD ANGLE ON EITHER OF THOSE POSSIBILITIES EITHER.
TO BE HONEST, I WAS ONLY HOPING TO BUY MYSELF SOME TIME TO RECOUPERATE)
The new positioning of our bodies did prevent Mark from holding onto his bite, but my crotch was now
throbbing unmercifully.
Mark chose to attempt to break the hold I had on his head by clawing at my thighs and delivering awkward
blows to my lower mid-section. (I THOUGHT SHE HAD BROKEN MY NOSE WHEN SHE WAS
BOUNCING UP AND DOWN. I WAS JUST TRYING TO CHECK FOR BLOOD, BUT HER
HEAD SCISSORS PREVENTED ME FROM REACHING IT) Luckily, he couldn't get a clear shot at
my crotch since it was cinched in close to his face but his shots were still having an effect none-the-less. I
released my hold on Mark's head and threw my legs upward completing a backward roll that slipped my
head out from Mark's scissors hold. Mark seemed stunned by the move (ACTUALLY, YES) and before
he could regain his composure, my knee once again found its mark in Mark's groin. Mark howled in
pain as his upper body involuntarily rose from the mat and then crashed lifelessly to the mats once again. He
was conscious but barely, a situation I intended to soon rectify.
I grabbed both of Mark's legs and lifted them into the air until his lower body was hovering above the floor.
He offered no resistance as I then stepped between his legs, straddling his crotch and planted my foot
down across his throat, cutting off his air supply. (I WAS HELPLESS AND MY ONLY HOPE WAS
THAT SHE FINISH ME QUICKLY) Mark gasped and twitched a few times before passing out cold. It
was enough to win, but I wanted more. I wanted revenge for yesterday. After dropping Mark's legs I
slipped out of my nitey and placed it on Mark's now still carcass, keeping the crotch unsnapped. I rolled
him to his stomach and lifted his exposed ass to the camera. Then, in a final act of revenge, I took the
cucumber that Mark had so graciously provided and fucked him up the ass with it.
MATCH TO JULIE: MARK LEADS THE BEST OF SEVEN 3-2
Mark v. Julie
FRIDAY, Match 6
(OKAY, THIS WAS SERIOUS NOW. I COULDN'T ALLOW JULIE TO FORCE A SEVENTH
AND DECIDING MATCH. THIS TIME I PREPARED A FEW SUPRISES FOR JULIE THAT WAS
TO ENSURE THAT I CAME OUT ON TOP…IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE)
The good news was that I had won 2 out of the last 3 matches. The bad news was that I still needed to win
the remaining two in order to claim victory. Mark had been walking a bit gingerly since match five but
insisted he was fine. (SITTING DOWN HURT! I HAD A CUCUMBER SHOVED UP MY ASS,
WHAT DO YOU THINK?).
Mark wore his traditional boxers, blue this time and I wore a rainbow colored string bikini (THAT LEFT
LITTLE TO THE IMAGINATION). The way these matches had been going, I figured that I wouldn't be
wearing it for long anyway. (YOU GOT THAT RIGHT). As usual, Mark was on the offensive first,
slapping an underhanded claw into his favorite target and lifting me across his shoulders facing downward.
Mark proceeded to administer an old fashioned airplane spin. A crude move but none-the-less effective. I
was expecting to be unceremoniously slammed to the mats after a few rotations, but Mark spun me a
good 10 or 12 times before gently placing me back down on my feet. My equilibrium was shaken and I
started to stumble across the mats, but didn't fall. Mark climbed to the back of the sofa. I'll never
understand how he didn't manage to get dizzy like I was (I CLOSED MY EYES). Anyway, just as I
started to get my barrings back, I turned around and Mark leapt off the sofa. Spreading his legs, Mark
caught me around the upper chest and throat with his crotch. The force of him slamming against my already
staggered body dropped me to the mat with Mark's full body weight landing directly on top of my upper
chest.
"Unnnfffff!" was all I could manage as the force of the impact flattened me like a breakfast pancake and
drove the air from my body. Mark rolled me onto my stomach and untied the bikini; top and bottom. I
knew I wouldn't be wearing it long anyway. I was still dazed as Mark quickly removed his boxers and sat
down behind me, lifted my legs onto his, then lifted my head and slammed my ass back down into his
"Fucking Camel Clutch" hold. The same move he had beaten me with in match four. Using the leverage he
gained from holding my chin, Mark rocked and thrust his shaft deep into my clit. I screamed as his cock
repeatedly slammed against the back wall of my cervix. My cries grew louder and more intense as Mark
reached for my breasts, grabbing them with vicious claw holds to increase the pressure on my back and his
thrusts into my crotch. I had never been fucked so hard in all my life and wave after wave of orgasm
rushed through my body. (HER MOANS BECAN SO INTERTWINED THAT SHE ALMOST
SOUNDED LIKE SHE WAS SHIVERING). Eventually, my head began to swim and droop toward the
floor. Soon I was nothing more than a rag doll in Mark's vicious hold. I was still conscious, but the hold
had sapped every last bit of energy from me. Mark dropped me to the mats with a splat and then dragged
me to my feet by the hair and lifted me into a bearhug. (IF SHE THOUGHT THAT FUCKING WAS
HARD, SHE HADN'T SEEN ANYTHING YET) I lifelessly flopped around in his arms managing only
soft whimpers as he began to squeeze. While still in the bearhug, Mark managed to penetrate my clit again
with his shaft.
"Unnnnnnnhhhhhhh!" I moaned as I felt Mark inside me again.
He continued to squeeze the air from my body for a few moments longer until he lowered his hands to my
thighs and lifted my legs up around his waist. Still penetrating my clit, Mark leapt up and kicked his legs
forward in front of him sending him, along with me, crashing down to the mats on his ass. The impact drove
Mark farther inside of me then I thought humanly possible and I could feel my clit begin to spout like a
warm geyser. I flop onto my back, my body convulsing in orgasmic rush. Pulling out of me, Mark reaches
across my body and grabs my erect nipples, pulling me into a sitting position.
"Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!" I scream as the sudden pain shoots me back into a more conscious state. In an
effort to take me to the limits of unconsciousness before bringing me back, Mark kneels on my thighs,
places his hands on either side of my head and begins a stereo squeeze on my temples."Unngh!" I weakly
mouth and almost immediately begin to fade away to dreamland. Mark releases his squeeze and lifts my
head. My arms fall weakly to my sides and Mark gently slaps my fact to bring me back around. When my
eyes open, Mark reaches back with his right hand. I expect a final punch out, but instead, Mark slaps an
iron claw onto my forehead driving me back down to the mats. There is a brief shot of pain as he applies
all his weight to the hold, just long enough for me to go completely out but not quite. My limbs begin to
twitch uncontrollably, then cease. Then Mark releases the hold.
"Still not time yet baby," he says and raises my arms up above my head and handcuffs me to the leg of the
sofa.
"Oh please God, no." I beg. But my pleading only seems to egg him on further as he slaps my tits violently
from side to side and then bites down on each of them in succession. I scream in agony and Mark
responds with a punch to my lower belly and grinds it in deep. I briefly kick and flail before going limp
again from the inability to take in air.
"Still not time yet," Mark announces as he gently slaps my face to revive me once again. Pathetic whimpers
escape my lips as Mark climes to the couch again, leaps off and crashes across my body in a chest to chest
splash. (AGAIN, AS BEFORE I CAN FEEL HER TITS COLLAPSE UNDER THE WEIGHT OF
THE
IMPACT) a meek little "oooopph" is all I can manage to muster as Mark quickly gets up and stands over
my body. I plead with him to finish me.
"But I'm having way too much fun," he says. "and besides, I have a special finisher I want to use on you.
But first" He reaches down and slowly raises my legs, spread eagle to the ceiling and holds his foot,
hovering over my unprotected crotch.
"Nooooooo," I plead as Mark smiles. I'm at his complete mercy and doubt that I could even fight back
even if I wasn't handcuffed to the sofa.
"Okay then, how 'bout this?" he asks as he drops to the floor, slamming his face into my twat. I groan at
the initial impact and then begin to convulse as I feel Mark's tongue massaging my clit, gently at first, them
more
aggressively.(HER JUICES ARE SWEET AND I CAN TASTE THE SWEAT MIXED IN). HIS
TONGUE BEGINS TO PENETRATE MY BODY AS Mark pins my thighs with his arms and begins to
use his hands to hold open my clit. His fingers repeatedly penetrate my clit and ass, as the vicious attack
becomes more and more aggressive. I can feel the fluid squirting from my body as Mark laps at my mound.
I moan and squeal in orgasmic torture before Mark finishes with soft kisses on my pussy. My body
involuntary jerks with each soft touch of his lips, mark crawls up my exhausted body, sweat glistening of
my heaving bosom.
"Time to finish you off." He says. "Here's the pinfall."Mark thrusts his swollen dick into my dripping wet
pussy and I convulse again (I CAN FEEL HER LITERALLY ENGULFING MY ROD, BEGGING
FOR IT TO BE INSIDE OF HER) He begins his pinfall count to ten, slowly, thrusting his shaft deeper into
me with each count higher. I respond with louder moans and squeals. By four, I can feel his manhood
explode in me as once again I am overcome with orgasm.
"…7…8…9…" then he stops and pulls out. "Oops. Broke the count. I guess I'll have to start again." Mark
reenters me hard and again begins a slow count to ten. This time however his thrusts are faster and harder,
driving into me numerous times with each number higher of the count.
"…7…8…9…" there is a long pause and Mark smiles at my devastated body.
"Oh God, no," I beg. "Please, I can't take anymore. Please finish me."
Mark smiles." 10 and one more for good measure." He adds getting in one final massive thrust that garners
one more deep moan from me before exiting my body. He unlocks the cuffs and climbs off me, striking a
few victory poses for the camera as I laid helpless on the mats, unable to gather the strength to even lift my
head. Mark gently licks then kisses my lips.
"Anytime you want a rematch babe." He states as he reaches down and gently massages my clit. I tremble
at the touch and Mark smiles. He leaves the basement and leaves me lying on the mats for several moments
before I can manage to pull myself up. If I had to lose, this was a great way to do it. I
look forward to a rematch very soon (ME TOO).
MATCH TO MARK: MARK WINS THE BEST OF SEVEN 4-2