Watch out for the quiet ones! part 2
By Joebur68

( After an ill-advised acceptance to a 30 minute, exhibition wrestling challenge from the quiet, bookish Cali, the loud brash Bella has found herself on the receiving end of a lesson in grappling as the unassuming younger woman has systematically dominated her with painful hold after painful hold. All the while, both combatant’s partner’s, Bella’s wife Steph and Georgie, Cali’s extrovert girlfriend, have to sit and watch the battle, forbidden to interfere. As we re-join the action, Cali has Bella trapped in an excruciating near- STF)
As had been the pattern throughout the match, Cali decided to end the hold when it wasn’t necessary. Bella was done now. There was no chance of any comeback. It was all about how long was left in the battle. Steph knew the timer was out of reach, so she just hoped it would sound soon.
Back on the mat, the shy assassin had now released Bella’s legs and used them to once more flip her opponent over. As the exhausted grappler rolled onto her back, Steph’s true love heaved high-pitched cries of full body torture. The flimsy bikini had given up any pretence of covering her sweat soaked torso –large, café crème breasts, absolutely sweat drenched, burst from the bikini bra top, and spread across her shuddering upper chest while the string of the bikini bottoms had come untied, falling away to reveal a dark, stubbled pudenda. With Bella’s nakedness on full display, Steph expected some lascivious comment from Georgie but a sideways glance revealed the Jamaican only had eyes for Cali. Her breathing had deepened and her tongue was flicking her lips. “Yeah, baby… yeah..” she murmured, her hand working faster over the crotch of her body stocking.
In a desperate attempt to cover her nakedness, Bella tried wrap her arms around her breasts and pull her knees up to hide her pussy. But her moves were slow, laboured. Every limb and joint hurt too much and, sadly for her, Cali had by no means finished with her yet. Dropping to her knees and grabbing Bella’s ankles, Cali pulled the battered woman’s feet slightly toward her before pushing them to the floor. Quickly, she hopped forward, trapping Bella’s feet below her shins. Once she was happy the feet were securely anchored, Cali clutched onto both of Bella’s kneecaps. From her prone position, the distressed fighter was almost powerless to stop whatever was planned. Desperately, she tried to sit up and swing at her tormenter but it was pointless. She was too weak and didn’t have the leverage to push herself up. As she flailed at Cali, the superior grappler contemptuously swatted hand away and started the next phase of her disassembling of her opponent. With deliberate , exaggerated slowness, Cali began to push Bella’s knees further and further apart. With her feet trapped, the exhausted woman’s legs had soon fallen into a classic cobbler yoga pose. Steph almost breathed a sigh of relief. Bella was an experienced yoga practitioner. This hold was quite a standard pose and should be easy to cope with. However, Cali continued to push the knees downwards- further, further; lower , lower until both thighs lay flat to the floor. “ AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” Bella’s high pitched, keening squeal cut straight to Steph’s bones. Desperately, the agonised wrestler tried to cup her pussy and upper thighs, as if that would ease the agony of this vicious stretch. With her opponent’s thighs squashed into the plastic mats, Cali switched her hold, now taking two thick handfuls of soft, sweat-slicked inner thigh flesh. This new agony ripped another teeth-jarring yell from Bella, her eyes almost bulging out of her head. As her victim writhed and cried out, Cali continued to watch with an almost cold detachment. Tightening her grip, Cali leant all of her weight onto the trapped limbs.
On the couch, Steph chewed at her bottom lip in considerable worry. She was almost praying for the alarm to buzz. From the corner of her eye, she could see Georgie moving more vigorously. Turning to look, she could see Georgie’s free hand had slipped under the arm hole of her body stocking, cupping her sizeable, engorged left breast. The Jamaican woman was staring intently at the action unfolding in front of her. “Go on, gorgeous. Punish the bitch. Make her suffer,” she breathed, her tongue flicking the top of her lips. “ Georgie!” Steph protested. Bella and Cali’s partner had been friends for years. Sheepishly, Georgie grinned. “Sorry, darling. I gotta go with my woman and…. besides…. She is so hot!”
Clearly believing that the hold had served its purpose, Cali levered herself back to her feet and grabbed Bella’s ankles again. Yanking the distressed woman’s long, thick legs towards her, Cali was unmoved by the cry the sudden pull extracted. Once more, this surprisingly skilled fighter crossed the bigger woman’s legs- this time the left ankle behind the right. Keeping the ankles crossed and maintaining eye contact all the while, Cali stepped her left foot in between Bella’s bowed thighs and curled it back around the front of the agonised woman’s crossed feet. Bending forward to push Bella’s knees wider again, Cali dropped to her right knee and then, with the legs firmly pretzeled, lent back, taking her weight on her hands. As her lower legs started to push and bend back under her thighs, again, and hyper- extend her already compromised knees, Bella screamed once more, her head thrashing from side to side and her injured arms weakly smacking the mat.
On the couch, both watchers gasped but for very different reasons. Steph sat bolt upright, her hand to her mouth in horror at her wife’s distress while Georgie’s head dropped backwards onto the top of the sofa, her curvy body shuddering as she climaxed loudly.
Cali pushed herself up onto her finger tips and, for the first time, shifted her attention. When she saw her partner’s ecstasy, a trace of a smile danced fleetingly across her face. She looked back to the moaning, contorted woman at her mercy and again dropped back, this time to her elbows. The extra torque lifted Bella’s thick thighs and huge ass off of the mat, bending her lower back upwards. The skin around the knees paled as it was over-stretched, the thigh muscles and tendons at the crotch looked as if they were going to burst free. Most humiliating though was how the pull in different directions actually opened Bella’s pussy lips slightly, revealing the wet pink flesh inside. Bella was genuinely crying now. Her head still rolled from side to side, her hands lay on her heaving tits, clasping and relaxing as she tried to muster the pain. “You……bitch!” she sobbed. “You fuckin’ nasty little bitch!” Steph closed her eyes in anguish. Of all the stupid things for Bella to do, insulting the women who was dismantling her with consummate ease was probably the worst. Inevitably, it riled Cali, whose icy demeanour now showed signs of cracking. Pushing herself back up onto her hands, she held herself for as long as possible, increasing the pull on Bella’s knees and thighs before throwing herself backwards savagely, Bella’s legs, butt and back again wrenched off the mat with another high pitched cry.
Disentangling herself from the spent older woman, Cali climbed to her feet and walked to the top of the mat. At her feet, Bella’s large, sweat drenched body shuddered with every breath, too exhausted and brutalised to move. With almost a resigned look, Cali took a handful of hair to pull Bella into a sitting position. The battered woman was powerless from the beating, sagging back towards the floor. What Cali did next looked so complex that Steph couldn’t help but marvel at the woman’s mat skills. Laying on the left side of her body, she curled herself around Bella’s lower back and upper ass. Methodically, she grabbed the battered amazon’s left arm, grapevined it and tucked it under her right arm. Bella had no choice but to follow the momentum, twisting at the waist towards her left. As soon as this happened, Cali’s powerful, muscular right leg hooked up and over her opponent’s head, dragging her backwards while, simultaneously, her left leg had snaked over Bella’s shining right thigh, slipped underneath it and then straightened, pulling the black woman’s leg straight. Now, the final piece of the puzzle. Cali’s sinewy left arm hooked under Bella’s soft inner left thigh. With a deep breath, the South Indian beauty flexed every limb. The visual and physical effect was devastating! Bella’s battered body was stretched in all directions at once. Every tendon, muscle and nerve was on fire. Cali’s rock hard calf muscle dug into her throat, yanking her head dangerously backwards, both elbows felt like they were going to snap at the joint and her aching legs were being pushed further and further apart.
For the audience, the message was clear. This hold was designed to dominate – not just physically but mentally too. Bella was being humiliated for her insults. Cali began to pulse in the hold. As she flexed, Bella was forced into an almost star pose. Each limb stretching to different diagonal points while her head was pulled backwards, hidden behind Cali’s knee. Both Georgie and Steph took sharp inhales as Bella’s massive, heaving chest was thrust towards the ceiling and the lips of her pussy once more opened slightly. As Cali relaxed the hold, Bella’s body almost collapsed in on itself; her shining, soaked tits resting on an unedifying ridge of middle age spread which bulged around her midrift, slightly shadowing her mound. Desperately, her free right hand tried to rise to tear at Cali’s leg that was cutting off her air but to no avail. Her breathing was ragged, deep, throaty “ Hnnuhh….hnnnuuhh….. hnnuhh!” Cali pulsed again, tensing her still-fresh body and sending Bella’s trapped torso and legs into a shaking spasm. The grunting changed markedly in pitch, volume and length. “ YYYYYYAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH!” Cali repeated the wave, relaxing to give Bella’s shuddering body a tiny respite before pulling backwards again; tautening the trapped woman’s mighty physique with consummate ease.
For Bella, this was almost too much to cope with. Her high pitched yelps had changed to deeper, guttural groans and grunts as oxygen deprivation and over-whelming pain took their toll. Please, let it end….let it end…..
From the sofa, Steph eyes were red-rimmed as she watched her wife’s body just sag then tauten in the hold. Her free left hand flopping limply onto the mat. With savage impassiveness, Cali stretched into the lock one final time, flexing to sustain it as long as possible. Then, with the next relaxing, she released Bella, who simply slumped into a broken, spent heap; shallow, yelping moans quaking her entire body. The timer still had yet to sound but Cali knew- this was finished. She calmly walked to the pile of clothes and started to pull on her sweats, still watching Bella and ignoring her fiancée, whose adoration was clearly evident.
Just as Cali pushed her glasses into place, the timer buzzed and the cameras dotted around the room clicked off. It was over. Immediately, Steph sprang to her wife’s side, grabbing a throw from the back of the couch and covering Bella’s shuddering nakedness. “She’ll be fine in a couple of minutes,” stated Cali, slipping on her sneakers. ”There’s no damage done.” Steph was about to retort, defensive anger almost bubbling over, when Georgie butted in, towering over her shorter lover. “What was all of that? Since when have you been able to do that? I can’t believe..” “I can do that because of you!” snapped Cali, getting into Georgie’s face. “I love you so much but sometimes…..God!” she tailed off, her fist clenching. “Sometimes…. you drive me insane! Being loud, wanting attention and talking down to me. I knew if I didn’t do something soon, our relationship would end so….” Cali took a deep breath. It was time to come clean. “A woman at the gym advertised a wrestling club. There’s just a few of us, learning holds, letting off steam. It’s cathartic. It’s just….. sometimes,…….. I need to get rid of my frustrations with you.” Despite her anger, Steph couldn’t help but murmur “I know what you mean.” With a tight smile, Cali glanced at her “I thought you might understand.” She rounded back on Georgie, who, for once, was speechless. “Now put on your coat ‘cause we’re going. I need a shower, another drink…” she paused, reached up and pulled her bemused Jamaican lover’s face towards her, kissing her deeply and passionately. “ … and a long, hard fuck!” As she broke the kiss, she smiled coyly, turned Georgie around and pushed her towards the door. Just before she left the room, Cali turned back to Steph, who was stoking Bella’s sopping wet hair and looking relieved as signs of revival were beginning to show. “I can DM you the details of the club, if you want,” she breathed. Steph held her gaze, unsure how to react. Cali gave a slightly uncomfortable nod and was about to go when she turned back and addressed Bella, who was groaning and rolling in Steph’s lap. ”You might want to think next time before running your mouth, Bella.” And with that, she left.
It took about half an hour but Steph eventually was able to get her battered and bruised wife to her very unsteady feet and guide her into the bedroom. Returning with a cup of herbal tea, Steph perched on the bed next to the still sobbing Bella, stroking her hair as her wife winced and groaned with every little movement. After taking a fortifying sip of tea, Bella turned her tear-stained face to her wife.“ What did I do to deserve that? Why did that nasty little cow have to take it too far?” Steph’s mouth dropped in incredulous disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?” she almost laughed. “You seriously don’t know why she was so pissed with you?” Sobbing deeper and wiping the fresh river of tears, Bella shook her head. “I’ve never been anything but a good friend…” “A good friend!” snapped Steph, standing abruptly. “You’ve never done anything except belittle and bully that woman at every opportunity. Every time you and Georgie get together, you’d both talk down to Cali and, “ Steph loomed over her cowering wife, “ Do you honestly think she wasn’t going to react to you flirting with her girlfriend? ‘ Can you handle a real woman?’ What the fuck did you expect to happen? Christ! And how do you think it made me feel? Seeing you shake your ass at another woman.” Steph’s heart was pounding and her temperature rising. “I … I can’t be around you now,” she murmured, storming out of the bedroom. Huge chest heaving and teeth clenched in rage, the Irish pawg made a decision there and then. She needed to find a way to channel and dispel this frustration. Picking up her phone, she selected a number and waited. “Oh… hi, Cali. You know that wrestling club you talked about……”