Losing It All
By Brittney

(This is the sequel to my July 20, 2012 story, Who Mourns for Athena?)

From: Who Mourns for Athena?

I couldn’t comprehend what Sandi was saying. Why was she doing this? “What is it that you want?” I slurred.

She slowly stood and walked over to me, her chiseled, glistening body making me hard again, despite the alcohol in my veins and the horror in my sight. She stood right in front of me and put her moist hands on my shoulders, drawing me closer, to within an inch of her naked body. I could feel her hot breath on my cheek, and then in my ear.

“Take off your clothes,” she whispered to me, “because the only way to save her is for you to wrestle, and beat…”

Todd would fucking kill me. There was no way I could beat him, even if I had a gun.

She continued, “…me.”
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I looked at her with a mix of disgust and awe---how could such a hot body contain such a decrepit soul?
I glanced down at Michelle, who was doing her best to keep her knees bent, feet up, and pressure off her throat. Then I glanced to the side, and was surprised to see that Todd was gone---or at least not in view.
“Get out of my way,” I barked as I put my hand on Sandi’s shoulder and shoved her aside. I knelt aside Michelle and reached for the cord around her neck.
But I never touched it, because as I reached, Sandi came from behind and wrapped her arms around my throat. She jerked me upright to a standing position, and subtly adjusted her arms so that I, like Michelle minutes ago, was being set up for a sleeper hold.
My hands shot up to dislodge Sandi’s clutch, but even though only seconds had passed, the strength in my arms and hands felt like it was bleeding out of my body. At best, I pawed at the muscled arms that were squeezing my neck and head.
“You cheat,” she snarled through clenched teeth as she tightened her grip even more. My arms fell to my side and my eyelids started to close, despite my willing them to remain open.
I opened my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was that I could breathe---always a welcome discovery. The second thing I noticed was that I was on my back, wearing nothing but my boxers. And then my third, most painful observation was that my head felt like it was going to explode---was I hung over from all that drinking? I rubbed my temples to mitigate the pain.
“That’s the sleeper hold,” Sandi’s voice said from behind and above me. “Your headache should go away in a few minutes.”
I slowly sat up and looked around. Michelle was still trussed, but the mat on which she had been bound and gagged had been dragged to a corner of the room. Todd was still nowhere to be seen, and Sandi was standing in the middle of the matted area, still unclothed, arms folded, looking at me and grinning.
“I certainly hope you’re a bit more of a challenge than that,” she taunted. “I knocked you out in like 10 seconds. Yes, I admit that I kind of sneaked up on you, but really, even your lame girlfriend put up more of a fight than that.”
I slowly stood---slowly so that I didn’t stagger or get weak-kneed. As my orientation returned and my throbbing head became less painful, I centered my glare on Sandi.
“So all I have to do is kick your ass and Michelle and I get to leave?” I asked. “I’m not going to have then fight Todd, and then save the kingdom from a three-headed dragon and then pull a sword from a stone, right? And what happens when we leave? What stops me from going to the cops and pressing charges against you for kidnapping?”
I was feeling pretty smug. Sandi unfolded her arms and pointed toward the wall. “Those,” she replied. “See those cameras? I have the whole thing recorded, and Todd, which by the way is not his real name, is skillfully editing as we speak. Anything police-involved and he uploads a video to YouTube, Daily Motion, and wherever else he sees fit. The video shows your little princess voluntarily joining me on the mats for a wrestling match, shows me kicking her ass, and then shows her naked body as my source of entertainment for about 15 minutes. Pretty hot stuff. If you don’t mind sharing her with the rest of the world, then by all means, call the police.”
Obviously, I wouldn’t do that to Michelle. This bitch had me right where she wanted me.
“Fine. What are the rules?”
“None. Anything goes. When I win, I get entertain myself with your body until I get bored. Then you and skank can leave as is.”
“As is?” I asked.
“You leave with what you have---you in your boxers or whatever, and her in her remnants. Oh, I’ll give you your wallet and keys back, of course.”
“And if I win?”
She laughed. “In that unlikely event, you both get your clothes back, plus…” She sauntered over to the counter, reached behind, and then put a stack of bills on the counter. “A grand for your troubles and time.”
Sick, sick bitch, I thought. But what was the worst that could happen? If I lost, I’d get sexually ravaged by this hot, yet demented, chick. If I won, I’d be up a thousand bucks, which I could certainly use. And If I did lose, Michelle couldn’t accuse me of cheating, because 1) she’d also been Sandi’s sex toy, and 2) I was doing so involuntarily.
“Done,” I said firmly. “Time to kick your bony ass.”
She motioned me to come to the center of the mats. “And lose the shorts,” she said.
I was still sporting quite a hard-on---stupid thing had a mind of its own---and the last thing I needed to do was further embarrass myself by going public---or making Michelle think I had the hots for Sandi.
“I don’t think so,” I replied.
She glanced down at me and smirked. “OK, for now. I can see that while your mouth is saying no, your body can’t wait to touch me. How flattering.” She turned her head toward the trussed Michelle. “Does he get that big for you too? Hmmmm, probably not.”
Yeah, exactly what I didn’t want to happen. I met her in the middle of the mats, hands at the ready, knees slightly bent. “Shut up,” I cleverly said, “and let’s get started.”
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind as I eyed her---guard against the sleeper…remember what she did to Michelle---don’t lock hands with her…don’t let her grab your waistband…she punched Michelle in the face---keep your guard up…don’t ever hit a girl (that was my dad’s voice in my head)…
We circled each other, hands at chest level, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Sandi inched closer---I had my guy pride---what would it look like if I backed away from a chick?---so I stood my ground. She was now like 4 inches from me, but still not making an offensive move. I thought about doing so, but there was my dad’s missive in my head, and I hesitated. Like lightning, Sandi moved in. She grabbed my biceps in her hands and pulled me to her. Our bodies touching, she released my arms and just as quickly wrapped them around me, clasping them at my back.
A bear hug, with her hot, sweaty, naked body pressed into my slightly clothed one. She squeezed mightily around my rib cage and pulled me close. Throwing paternal advice to the wind, I pounded on her back with my fists, but it did little, as she continued to squeeze me. Our faces were almost touching, and now and then she would actually lift me off the mat---probably just to embarrass me and prove how strong she was. The pressure on my ribs and chest was taking its toll---my punches lost their zing, and I felt my arms start to weaken as she literally continued to squeeze the strength out of my body.
I looked down, thinking that maybe I could step on her feet, or trip her, or something to break this hold, but she kept lifting me up (which put even more pressure on me), and I had no defense. My arms started to drop to my side, and I looked up again. That’s when she made her surprise move. As I held my head up, she drew me in and mashed her mouth on mine. She squeezed me even tighter, and I reflexively opened my mouth to let out a groan of pain. This was her plan, for as my mouth opened, she kissed me---tongue thrust in my mouth, squeezing the life out of me, and now, in a new twist, pushing her sweaty, smooth crotch into mine. At almost any other time in my life, I would have killed to have been in a position like this with her, and now, even with all that had happened tonight, I struggled not to respond in kind. Part of me wanted to reciprocate, to push my crotch into hers, to submit to her awesome power and just let her take me. It may happen anyway, with or without my consent, as I was helpless to escape her hold.
She ended the kiss and looked me in the eye, smiled, and then lifted me off the mat, shaking me back and forth. My arms swung wildly and I fought for breath. She stopped the shaking, and again pushed herself into me and kissed me, passionately. I couldn’t help myself---I kissed her back. Weakened and subjugated as I was, I couldn’t stop myself. As she felt me give in, she laughed, and still kissing me, relaxed the hug a bit. I knew Michelle was watching, and I hated myself right now, but eventually I could argue that I was just doing it to end this and get us out of there.
Sandi released the hug, but continued to kiss me. She kept one hand on my back to keep me close, and her other one slid down my weakened arm, caressed my hip and then my stomach, and she played with my waistband, teasingly. Before I could respond, she was in my boxers. Her moist hand grabbed me, gently but confidently, and stroked me slowly. A sigh of pure pleasure escaped from my mouth and into hers. That made her smile again, and she stroked slightly faster. Her other hand slid down my back and also paused at the boxers. As she stroked and kissed me, she started to pull them down. I didn’t resist.
The underwear fell to my knees, and Sandi released the kiss (but maintained the slow, rhythmic stroking) and slowly worked her tongue down my body, over my chest down to my stomach, licking as her free hand worked the boxers down to the mat and off me. Her mouth was in prime location---would she do this? Would I let her?
That fantasy evaporated pretty quickly as she came back up, still smoothly caressing my manhood, until we were again face to face. She smiled again, and slowed the stroking. I didn’t want her to slow it, so I subtly moved my pelvis to keep the momentum, but she had stopped altogether, yet was still holding me. Then she began to squeeze. My dopamine-fueled ecstasy turned pretty quickly into discomfort. I tried to pull away, but she had quite a grip. Her other hand shot up and grabbed my hair---she pulled it---HARD---so hard that I was looking up at the ceiling. Then she started to walk. I obviously had no choice but to accompany her, with hair in one hand and balls in the other. The discomfort had now blossomed into pain. I writhed to get out her grip, but I couldn’t. She walked us over the corner where Michelle was, still trussed, and squatted down---I of course followed. Sandi maneuvered us so that we were right in front of Michelle, her clutch on my genitals inches from Michelle’s face.
“See how easy that was? “ Sandi said as she teased Michelle. “He’d fuck me right in front of you if I wanted him to. Wouldn’t you, Jeremy?” as she squeezed me even harder. The searing pain in my scalp and the immense pain in my scrotum resulted in a guttural moan from my lips. “Hmmm,” said Sandi, “I couldn’t really understand you. I’ll ask again, and I need an answer. Would you fuck me right in front of this bitch if I wanted you to?”
“Aaaaaagh, YES!” I cried out, the pain unbearable. I would have said anything just to get her to let go of me.
“Of course you would!” She replied with a smug grin. She turned to Michelle. “I just wanted you to know how easily I could take absolutely everything away from you. I took your strength away, I took your body away, I took your dignity away, and now I took your boyfriend away.” She paused. “But you know what, I’m not done yet.”
Sandi released me---hair and scrotum---thank you God, and pushed me down on the mat. I couldn’t move---I just lay there, cradling my manhood and rubbing my scalp. Sandi moved over to Michelle’s feet, pushed them down so that they were almost touching her ass, and then, unexpectedly, released the bungee cord! Michelle immediately stretched out her legs, now that she could do so without choking herself. Sandi then untied her wrists and stood over the naked girl. “I wanted your full attention for what comes next,” she said.
Sandi sauntered over to me, bent over, grabbed my hair, and pulled me to my feet. The pain had started to subside, and in any normal circumstance, I would have looked for an opportunity to overpower Sandi and get Michelle and I the hell out of there. But the guy part of my brain got in the way---um, does she still want me to fuck her in front of Michelle?
The answer was a pretty definite no as quickly as the thought had been created, as Sandi plowed her fist into my gut, doubling me over. She easily put me into a headlock and brought me down hard to the mat. My attempts to loosen her muscled arm from my throat were as futile as Michelle’s attempts earlier tonight. Clearly, Sandi’s muscles were not just ‘for show’, and even with both of my hands, I could not pry loose from the chokehold. I coughed, sputtered and gurgled, but could utter no words. I fought for breath, and Sandi giggled, easing up a bit. “Not yet,” she mockingly scolded. This isn’t what I want your skank to see.”
She pushed me on to my back and sat on my stomach. Slowly, she slid her ass up my body, resting her crotch on my throat. I writhed under her, but clearly, I had nothing left. As she pressed her crotch down on my throat, I once again started to choke. Then Sandi did something I didn’t expect. She brought her feet up and planted them on each side of my neck, the soles squeezing the sides of my neck. At first I thought it was kind of a weak move---it didn’t hurt and certainly she couldn’t add to the choke from the side---but after a few seconds it was quite clear what she was doing. Her crotch was restricting my air, and her feet, pressed into my neck, were restricting blood flow. It was some sort of kinky foot-fetish sleeper, and it was working. I cried out and tried to pry her feet away from my head, but it was in vain.
“Shshshshsh,” she said mockingly, “you need to be quiet.” And with that she placed her hand over my mouth, and with her other hand pinched my nostrils together. I bucked and writhed; my head started to throb, I felt my body start to go limp, and
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“And he’s out!” Sandi announced to me. It was obvious, of course. She had knocked out Jeremy by depriving his brain of oxygen. I was sitting up now, now that psycho-girl had untied me. I was trying to get back my strength, but didn’t want her to know. I looked at poor Jeremy, naked, beaten, unconscious. She was standing over him, her sweaty foot on his face, posing for her video cameras around the studio. I kind of knew he didn’t stand a chance against her. I mean, I had kicked his ass, she had kicked my ass, so…
I got to my feet and Sandi turned. “Well, well, another country heard from. Don’t tell me you want to try again?”
“No,” I replied. “You won. You beat us both. We’re just going to leave. Can I have our stuff?”
Sandi kept posing and grinding her sweaty foot in Jeremy’s face. “Well,” she mused, “I guess I made my point.” She took her foot off Jeremy’s face, and was about to walk away when she looked down at Jeremy. “Hmmm, even knocked out, seems that he still has the hots for me! I’ll just finish him off and then you can go.” She winked at me, and then crouched down next to Jeremy’s motionless body, intent to further humiliate me.
But the joke was on her. As she bent down to approach his hardened manhood, I tackled her. I wrapped my arm around her throat and squeezed. She pawed at my arm but I wouldn’t budge. I was on my knees in back of her and she was still squatting. She tried to grab at my hair but I kept pulling back so she couldn’t reach it. Out of desperation, she leaned back and fell backwards, on top of me. I still had her in the choke, but she slammed her head back and smashed her skull into my nose and mouth. You know, you really do see stars. I let her go and put my hands on my face, which was all she needed.
She flipped over to her stomach and sat on me, putting me in the same position she had Jeremy in only minutes ago. I was crying as she pushed her crotch into my throat. I saw her move her feet to the sides of my neck like she did with Jeremy, I felt the strength drain from my body, and my world started to get dark. I squirmed but could barely move. I opened my eyes and she was staring down at me, smiling, her arms flexed in a victory pose. Jesus, the muscles in her arms.
The last thing I vaguely remember was hearing her call out, “Todd, she’s ready for you…”

The End.

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