Part II – The Inspection

By The Jobber King (thejobberking@yahoo.com)

Since it was Tuesday afternoon, I had Simone bent over the couch in her living
room, giving it to her Doggie Style. We weren't making love, just fucking. She
was still wearing her white blouse, having only taken off her black skirt and
pumps. She was self-conscious about her weight, and I can't recall ever seeing
her fully naked.

Simone, however, liked me to be naked and freshly showered. We had something of
a routine, in which we would imagine that I had just wrestled and was coming out
of the lockerroom. For those matches where I managed not to jizz, we actually
played this out at the facility, but I was either so exhausted or sexually
excited that I didn't last very long. Everyone knew what we were doing in the
room where they kept the spare lighting equipment, but we weren't the only ones
to use it for that purpose.

The next weekend's regular matches were suspended because it was the Province's
annual inspection. I had been through this once before and knew what to say in
my interview. They checked my registered bank account to make sure it squared
with what the League said it paid me as a "trainee," and that I wasn't being
abused or had seen anyone else being abused. As for my disqualifications, I
just said that I found it hard to control myself when wrestling women.

For the double disqualification in my last match with Susan, I gave the
rehearsed answer, which was that I had backmounted her and that she had
improperly impeded my escape by bringing her legs up between my legs so her feet
were against my ass. So I got the DQ for having an orgasm on her, and she got
it for not allowing me to change positions. They dutifully wrote down my lies,
as we all knew that the Inspectorate personnel were confirmed supporters of our
sport.

The big lie, of course, was that this type of wrestling took place at all. And in the same facility where the weekly televised wrestling matches took place. For the record, we were
considered "trainee wrestlers" and were supposed to be getting a stipend for
training matches. So our matches that week were held in one of the practice
rings that didn't have all of the video equipment and lighting. We all knew
that the Inspectorate got complimentary access to the videos, but the real perk of the job was that they got attend the "training" matches as part of their inspection. Not even the most well-heeled subscriber got that opportunity.

I was definitely looking forward to the match (really an exhibition), as they
had selected the five best looking girls to demonstrate their training. I'm
sure I was selected simply because I've got a 7 inch cock which looks bigger
because of my slim frame. I was paired up against Miranda, who carried her 160
pounds extremely well, mostly in her ass and chest. I was 143 pounds dripping
wet, and was always careful in what I ate -- I didn't want to go above the 145
pound limit for guys. Miranda's not particularly attractive in the classical
sense, her nose is a bit too big, but the way she carries herself just exudes
sex in a way that only a 21-year old woman can. Just the way she
moves her hips when she walks, and she is as comfortable as anyone being nude in
the ring.

Mrs. Johnson is reffing our "match" and we start off working on some basic moves
from the standup position. Ours is the last of the day, and the four Inspectors
(two men and two women) are standing in their regulation Party suits with their
shoes off at the ring apron. Miranda's a bit of a show-off (even among us types
who wrestle nude for money) and when I get her bent over a bit, she actually
steps backwards so her ass hits the crotch of his fat, kind of oily guy standing
on the left side of the ring. He makes a noise that I really haven't heard
before -- sort of like I would think I sexually aroused pig would make -- and
his eyes look kind of glassy. I just hold Miranda there, and she performs what
could best be described as a standing lap dance on this guy. Miranda shows some
moves that I didn't know she had, and even though she's not
rubbing against me, I'm getting pretty excited as well! This guy, after about
30 seconds or so of receiving this attention, blurts out something like "Oh God"
and, moving very fast for such a big guy whose a bit hunched over, scurries down
from the apron and out of the room.

After that, Mrs. Johnson made sure we stayed in the center of the ring and told
us no more funny business. Miranda was either kind of tired out from her little
performance or just wanted me to take charge, so I enjoyed myself by putting her
in a succession of pretty mild submission moves, and she put on a good show by
only submitting after a nice struggle. For the grand finale, I decided to up
the stakes a little bit, and got Miranda seated in front of me. She acted like
she was trying to keep me from getting my legs around her waist, but she was
actually helping me make sure I could lock my ankles in front of her after
capturing her legs. Did I mention that Miranda is really cool? Well, if I did,
it bears repeating.

So I lean back, holding her arms tight and get her off the mat. I bring her
down hard, frankly a bit harder than I had intended. Miranda's ass hits the mat
with a resounding thud. She lets out a shout, and Mrs. Johnson comes over to
ask if she submits. Miranda's into it now, and grunts out "I'll never submit to
this bastard!" I yank a bit of her long, brown hair, and Mrs. Johnson -- to my
surprise -- is playing along and acts like she doesn't see it! I'm not pulling
too hard, but Miranda grunts and yelps like I'm practically scalping her. I
lift Miranda up again, and try and keep her up as long as possible, just like
I've seen the pros do. Miranda screams out some shit, like "Oh God, not my Ass
again!" and I bring her down again just as hard, if not harder, than before.
Miranda's ass makes the most delicious sound when it hits the mat. Sort of like
a thunderclap, low and rumbling.

I do this a couple more times, totally focused on keeping up a good pace, but
it's obvious that Miranda just isn't going to submit to me with this move. I
figure she wants to go out in grand style, so I release her and start to pick
her up by the hair. I happen to glance around the ring -- I normally just focus
on my opponent, as we're taught not to get distracted -- but for some reason I
felt something had changed. Then I noticed that the Inspectors, instead of
leaning hard up against the ropes with their mouths ajar were standing ramrod
straight, lips pressed tight. It was like a cool chill had somehow invaded the
room.

Still holding onto Miranda's hair so she was on her knees with her head down, I
turned and then I saw it. The purple tinged Party lapel pin! I had probably
only seen three or four blue Party lapel pins in my life -- most folks just had
white ones -- but there was no mistaking that this one had a definite purple
tone. Not the deep purple like the First Citizen's, but definitely more purple
than blue. Only then did I notice who was wearing the pin -- a very stern
looking woman in her mid-40s I would guess, with the unmistakable high
cheekbones and aquiline nose that signified that she was to the noble born.

Without thinking, I released Miranda's hair and stood at attention, the same way
I've been doing at school each morning as we recite the Pledge of Obeyance to
the First Citizen. Miranda started to say something like, "what the fuck . . "
but caught herself in time and snapped to attention as well. There's a common
saying -- Don't Fuck with the Purple, Ever -- and no one really wanted to ever
find out if it had any basis in fact.

"Oh, please. Don't stop on my account." the Woman said. "I believe the young
man was about to show us how to properly submit a young woman."

"Y - Yes, Marquess." The President of our League managed to stammer out. I had
seen him a couple of times before and he didn't take shit from anyone. But he
was very obviously cowed by the Marquess. And I was too. There were only five
families who were allowed to retain their titles, and that was due to their
early allegiance to the initial First Citizen back at the Republic's founding.

"Perhaps a facesit, then. Yes, I should like to see that."

"But, Marquess, these are trainees. They are not prepared for such intimate
finishing holds." the League president had the misfortune of being required to
tell the Marquess the required lie.

"Well, by the looks of these two fine specimens . . . " the Woman waited until
the League President realized she wanted to know our names and blurted them out,
"Miranda and Troy, I am sure that they will provide a suitable example of the
soundness of your training methods. After all, one cannot always prepare for
what one will have to address in the course of life." And in a smooth, fluid
motion, the Woman came into the ring through the ropes. It was obvious that she
had more than passing familiarity with the ring.

"Oh please, don't mind me. I just wanted a better look." The Woman said as she
removed her jacket and handed it absently to an assistant standing dutifully on
the ring apron. I then noticed four very large gentlemen wearing the very
distinctive long black coats, without any decoration, that clearly marked them
as members of the Protectorate. I had never seen one in person before and my
knees felt weak. These guys were known to be bad ass, and even on TV, you
usually only saw them in pairs. For the Marquess to have four as part of her
travelling party; well, you'd have to be pretty stupid not to realize you're
dealing with someone who can pretty much do whatever she damn well pleases.

Her suit was the same color as the Party standard issue, but even I could tell
that it was made from a much finer cloth, and her blouse had a rich cream color
and an intricate set of pleats. Her boots were polished, but had obviously been
well worn. "Please, carry on . . . " the Woman had to repeat as Miranda and I
were standing there stock still. Of course, by this point my erection had
completely disappeared.

Miranda dutifully took her place, lying down on the mat. As I stradled her
chest, facing her feet, the Woman stood just a foot away and ever so sweetly
said, "Please do make a good show of it. Miranda, I hope you won't mind if I
ask Troy here to quite forcefully apply this submission hold."

"Of course not, Ma'am." Miranda answered.

"And please don't submit until you feel you must."

"Of course, Ma'am" Miranda dutifully responded.

"Very good. Now Troy, although I'm sure you've never done this before . .. "
the Marquess paused for an extra beat to show that she certainly knew I had
earned my fair share of submissions with this move, "I would like to see a
proper submission, not a simple pin."

"Yes, Ma'am" I felt compelled to answer.

And with that I took my position and grabbed Miranda's proffered wrists hard.
The Marquess stood over us, hands on her hips and said with the undertone of one
who is used to being in command, "You may begin."

With that I simply unleashed on Miranda's face. I smothered her, I banged her,
I rubbed my ass all over her face, I jammed her nose right up my ass crack hard.
To her credit, Miranda withstood my initial assault, but I didn't stop. By the
time Miranda finally croaked out that she had had enough, I was covered in
sweat, my thighs were burning and my ass was actually sore. Of course, my balls
were hurting like hell, but I didn't dare stop before I got the submission. I
just rolled off and lay there on the mat, breathing hard. I looked over at
Miranda and she didn't look good. In fact, her face was covered in blood. I
found out later I had broken her nose!!! It was only a hairline fracture, but
her season was over. All for the viewing pleasure of the Marquess.

They cleaned Miranda up, and the Marquess had some private words for her before
she left the ring. Then the Marquess said something to her assistant and one of
the Protectorate men announced in a stentorian voice -- "Clear the room." I
started to hustle out of the ring -- no way I wanted to be the last one to leave
-- when the Marquess shot me a look over her shoulder that told me not to go
anywhere. She was very comfortable to be in command. That much was obvious.