SMOTHERING DEFEAT

by Artaeus

I straddled her head. The insides of my muscular thighs clamped her in place. My crotch all but suffocated her nose and mouth. Her splayed out body, face up, desperately sucked for air. Her once gorgeous body lay beaten and worn out beneath me. Outside of her feeble head movements there was no motion to her except for a spasmodic jerk that wracked her body from time to time. The insides of my thighs were warm and slippery. My cunt that massaged her face was itchy and wet. I knew that it would not be long before I smothered her into total humiliating defeat and climaxed myself. What breath she could muster tantalized my cunt and sent shivers to my crotch and up my spine. The feeling was so erogenous that it made me corkscrew my crotch into her face, sending even more powerful sensations to my already primed and overheated cunt. My climax grew closer. Her splayed out legs suddenly gave a feeble thrashing movement. This snapped me out of my reverie and my mind flew back to how this all started. As I felt my climax building the whole thing flashed before my eyes.

It had begun well before this fight. She and I had joined the gym at the same time and took an instant dislike for each other. She had a natural beauty and thought she was the queen bee with all the males fawning over her. I could have swallowed that but she made a play for my trainer and that pissed me off. On the day of the fight I went directly up to her and in no uncertain terms told her how I felt. She sneered at me and told me to fuck off. That earned her a slap in the face from me. She countered with a flurry of four letter words and a challenge if I didn’t like it to “make something of it”. This was exactly what I wanted and I told her to meet me in the private mat room at 9PM that night. She accepted and stormed out of the gym

I was at the gym 15 minutes before 9 and as the hour approached I started to think that she would not show up. But on the dot of 9 she strolled in as if she owned the place. I did not acknowledge her entrance but stood in my bikini outfit waiting for her to get ready. She calmly stripped off what outer wear she had on and revealed that she wore only a skimpy bra that barely contained her 39” tits and a G-string bottom. If she was planning on wrestling a male she would have blown his mind even before the match, but it had no effect on me, especially as they were going to be torn off before she knew it. I then went over and locked the mat room door. If this bothered her she didn’t show it. I then went up to her toe to toe and repeated what I thought of her once more, ending with “so how do you like that , bitch, and what the fuck are you going to do about it”. She responded by shoving me back and calling me a slut and a few more choice words. After some more four letter word exchanges I went into action. I stepped up to her and grabbed the front of her bikini bra and ripped it off. Then, as she started to say something I slammed a knee into her crotch. She staggered back and I went after her G-string which I tore off also. I stripped off my bikini outfit so that we were now both naked. There was no fear in her face but there should have been. She didn’t know that I grew up with 3 brothers who wrestled in high school and college and that I knew all the holds and submissions.
I wasted no time in attacking her and grabbing her head in a headlock. With the headlock I pumped her head up and down 5 or 6 times before hip flipping her to the mat with brutal force. She hit the mat with a sound like meat hitting a slab. She was so stunned that she was immediately vulnerable to my next move. I forced her over onto her stomach and mounted her back. Laying full length on her I clamped her into a full nelson. I then shifted my ass to the small of her back and lifted her head with the nelson so that I could smash her forehead into the mat over and over until moans emanated from her mouth. I then shifted the hold again by dropping the nelson and grabbing her arms to lift them up o to my thighs in a camel clutch and securing her head with a chin lock. Her 39” tits were thrust down like swollen torpedo heads capped with firing pin nipples. After torturing her with this for a good 5 minutes I got tired and changed the chin lock into a sleeper so that she was now locked in a camel clutch/sleeper combo.

Within no time at all her body started to go limp. This was my signal to get her ready for her next punishment. I let her arms go from the camel clutch, dropped the sleeper hold long enough to drag her to her feet before clamping her into the sleeper hold again. She struggled like one fatally wrapped in the coils of a boa constrictor. Her arms alternately groped the air, reached for my head, or clawed at my arms around her head and throat. But all was for naught as I slowly and relentlessly brought her down to her knees and then to a sitting position. I wrapped my thighs around her waist and turned on t he pressure. Finally, after a few frenetic and spasmodic struggles she went totally limp. I lifted an arm which then fell down like a limp rag doll.

When she came to I had her clamped solidly between my thighs in a head scissors . Once again she attempted to get loose only to find that her efforts only brought more pain and weariness. I then decided to change my hold on her to drain any further resistance. I switched from a straight scissors to a figure 4. By doing this I substituted excruciating pressure into what amounted to a neck bending strangle hold using legs instead of arms. In no time she was almost unconscious again. I kept her like this for a little longer before changing my position once again. This time I used her near insensibility to climb on her torso and straddle her upper chest, kneeling on her shoulders. I slapped her around some to bring her to her senses once again and then leaned back and twisted her nipples and slapped her breast. Then the first flicker of fear entered her eyes. She started to squirm and received a punch in the stomach for her trouble. I continued to torture and punish her tits which elicited a cry of agony from her lips.

Finally the time came for me to sexually humiliate her into a smothering defeat. This I accomplished as I brought my ass directly over her nose and mouth. As I pressed down I felt my cunt squash into her nose with such precision that it actually penetrated my labia lips. I pumped up and down a few times to further excite my cunt. When I finished this I clamped my thighs around her head making it impossible for her to move. For the next five minutes I massaged, humped, suffocated, and smothered her face with my crotch, shifting every once in a while to my fleshy round ass cheeks. While this was going on my thighs became warm and slippery and my cunt roused and wet. All this action was getting me hotter and hotter by the minute and the feeling of me getting ready to climax closer.

It was at this time that I snapped back to the present. The sensations that now exploded inside my belly were so intense that I mashed my cunt into her face with uncontrollable carnal desire. Then I felt the internal fuse that held my climax in check ignite. I rode her face as my whole body shook with an overwhelming climax that left me totally drained over her inert body. After making sure that she was still breathing I threw a towel on her beaten torso but left the outcome of my climax smeared all over her face. I opened the mat room door and departed, leaving her to her humiliation and mental misery. I was sure that she no longer considered herself a queen bee. She avoided me from then on. Her smothering defeat had taught her a lesson she would never forget.

The End