The Agony of Defeat
By Nicholas Klinsman http://www.mindsync.com/rapty/moscow.html
Three women teach a male stalker the meaning of female domination


When James woke up he didn't know where he was. His head felt light headed as
if he had had too much to drink. But gradually as his mind became less groggy,
and his vision became more focused, he realized he was completely naked lying
on a rug that covered a wooden floor. Looking outside the window, he could
make out thick clusters of fir trees, which made him think the building was
some kind of cabin in the hills. However, what he couldn't figure out was how
he had gotten here. Slowly, his mind began to retrace his steps and piece
together what had happened.

The last place he remembered being was at a bar drinking. After he had
finished a mug of beer, a tall foxy blonde sat down a few stools away from him
wearing a short, white dress. She shifted her weight on the stool so that her
body was slightly turned toward him, crossed her legs, and ordered a white
Russian. Because of a slight accent in her voice, James thought she might be
from a Scandinavian country. Her legs were dynamite, and James wondered to
himself just how much time she must have had to spend on a stair master to
have that kind of tone. The rest of her was also hot. Even though she was
curvaceous, she seemed to be firm and hard in all the right places, which led
James to believe she was into athletics or dancing.

Before too long the two had made eye contact. Her almond shaped sea blue eyes
sent a thrilling charge through him. Soon thereafter the two started a
conversation and exchanged names, and he found out her name was Anna. Quickly
things elevated from small talk to flirting. Although James embellished
himself, it seemed to be working on her, and in between drinks the two made
several forays onto the dance floor. With every tempting shake of her hip and
every inviting smile, James became more and more allured to her. He hadn't
seen anyone move like that for quite a long while and her every body melted
him.

Later in the evening the two left together. Because Anna had too much to
drink, James agreed to drive her home. Holding hands with one another, they
walked through the parking lot until they reached her white colored Ford
Explorer. Standing by the passenger side, Anna reached into her purse and held
out the keys, but when James reached out for them, she playfully moved them
away.

"Not before you give me a kiss," Anna said as she puckered her lips and leaned
toward James, who was only too happy to oblige. Then after several moments of
kissing and embracing, the two dislodged from each other and James opened the
door for Anna. When she stepped up and sat in her seat, she made sure her
dress hiked up her leg as much as possible. Seeing that James's eyes were
fixated on her thighs, Anna mischievously smiled, and pulled her hem up even
higher to give James a brief glimpse of her garter belt.

When James moved around to the driver's side, Anna stretched out across the
driver's seat. The sweet scent of her perfume permeated throughout the inside
of the Explorer, increasing James's sensual intoxication. Once James sat in
his seat, the two exchanged another kiss.

Pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road, James began to imagine the
type of things he was going to do to this woman, when he got Anna back at her
place. As if she was reading his mind, Anna again reached across into his seat
and this time slowly unzipped his pants.

"I have a special treat for you. Consider it a preview of what's to come,"
said Anna as her right hand glided between his legs. The side of her hand
pressed against his erection, while her fingertips crawled up his pelvis and
her nails gently prodded his skin.

"Pull over James. I don't want you to get into an accident." It had been a
long time for James since he had been with someone like this and not had to
pay for it. Looking forward to what she was going to do, he pulled off onto
the shoulder, and brought the car to a halt. Immediately, Anna brought her
knees up underneath herself and bent downward until her face was below the
bottom of the steering wheel and he could feel her breath blowing between his
legs.

Suddenly from behind him a moist cloth came over the seat and tightly covered
his face. Anna then put all her weight forward and on top of his legs so they
were pinned down. He struggled to remove the cloth, but then quickly lost
consciousness.

That was the last thing he remembered before waking up. Now he was here,
wherever that was.

"It's about time you woke up," called out a voice from behind. When James
turned around he recognized Anna. She was standing in the doorway wearing
nothing more than a black athletic bra and a snug fitting black panty.

"What the hell is going on here? Where am I?" thundered James.

"Don't worry James. I just wanted tonight to be special so I invited some
friends to our party." James's mouth dropped open in surprise when he saw the
familiar face of his ex sister in law Vera walk out from behind Anna. In
addition there was a third woman as well, who James did not recognize.

"What's wrong James? You don't look so happy to see me," asked Vera as she and
the other woman walked through the door. Both of them were wearing spandex gym
apparel as if they were getting set to go work out.

"What do you want bitch?" replied James with a defiant tone although his
insides were fearful of the unexpected turn of events.

"That's exactly what other men have called me before I beat them down also,"
was her answer.

"You're crazy Vera!"

"No I'm not. I just don't want you around making any more trouble. Personally
I don't think you could even take one of us though."

"So why all the help?" James asked, trying to sound confident, although his
voice was slightly trembling.

"It's called an alibi. We might need witnesses to cover ourselves once we're
done with you," piped in Anna as the three women smiled at one another.

"It's all kind of ironic if you think about it. You thought about hunting me
so much, you didn't stop and think someone could be hunting you," added Vera
as she stepped closer.

"Hey! What do you want from me?" Asked James with ever increasing nervousness
as to what was about to happen.

"Get down on your hands and knees and beg Anna's forgiveness for having let
you grovel over her all night," said Vera in her sternest tone while the other
two girls held back their giggling.

"Screw yourself Vera! Just because there are three of you means nothing to me.
You're only women."

"Looks like he wants to do this the tough way," said Rachel who was the third
woman.

When James turned to give her a tough look, Vera sprang forward and unleashed
a jump kick aimed at his face, but before she could connect, he moved out of
the way. The other two girls flanked him to the sides, while he stood in
between Vera and the back wall. Vera then continued after him with an
onslaught of kicks from a variety of angles. Fortunately for James he was able
to deflect each blow. James had seen Vera in action before so he knew what she
was capable of. Instead of overconfidently attacking, he maintained a
defensive posture and concentrated on protecting himself.

However, from the corners of his eyes he could see his other two female
opponents coming closer by the moment. The distraction was all Vera needed to
land a sweeping kick to his inner knee causing him to painfully limp whenever
he moved his legs.

Like jaguars on a hunt, the other two women moved in for the kill. Working in
tandem, one would strike at James, then back away before he could strike back.
While his attention was turned toward one of them, the other would make her
move. The continuous attacks gradually took their toll and wore James down.
The more fatigued and beaten James became the more encouraged were his female
attackers. Soon they began landing more powerful blows, which crushed his
muscles and bones. Caught in the middle of a kicking frenzy, he bounced from
blow to blow like a duck in a shooting gallery. Badly bruised, he fell to his
knees covering up his head with his arms and begging for mercy. Content with
themselves, the women halted their aggression.

"Not so tough anymore are you James?" said Vera as she reared her leg back and
kicked him in the backside.

"To think I kissed a piece of shit like you," piped in Anna.

"I'll tell you again, and this time you'd better listen. Get down on your
hands and knees and beg Anna to forgive you." This time Vera's words growled
with anger when she spoke. Realizing his predicament, James had no choice but
to oblige her request.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated several times.

"I know you are James, but that's still not good enough. Maybe you'd be more
convincing if you kissed her feet," added Vera as she glanced at the other
women and smiled. James crawled until he was at Anna's feet, and again begged
as he obediently kissed her feet.

"There James, that's not so bad now is it?" asked Vera as she walked behind
him. Suddenly she thrusted her right foot down on top of his head, and drove
his face down into the floor.

"Ok girls, I've told you how good it feels to make a man submit. Tonight's
your lucky chance." Unsure of his fate James tried to scramble to his feet,
but before he could Rachel jumped down on top of his back pinning his chest
between the floor and her. Without hesitation, she drove her arms up
underneath his and clasped her hands together underneath his chin until her
fingers were completely interlocked. Pushing off the floor with her legs for
leverage, she managed to bend his back and pull his chest up off the floor.
Meanwhile, Anna and Vera exulted in laughter at the sight of James screaming
in pain scared to death Rachel would snap his spine.

"That's enough Rachel. Leave something left for the rest of us." When Rachel
released her hold, his upper body slammed forward like it was elastic.

"My turn! My turn!" yelled Anna excitedly as she enthusiastically stepped up,
looking forward to inflicting more misery on James. Straddling his back with
her legs, Anna bent forward and grabbed the back of his head by the hair with
both of her hands. After yanking his upper body up, she commanded James to
bring his knees up underneath him so his upper body was upright. She then
stepped over his shoulders with both her legs as if she were a rider mounting
a pony. When his neck was squarely between her thighs, she tightened her legs
and began squeezing her inner quadriceps. Vera and Rachel giggled as James's
face turned dark red then purple. They stood in front of James taunting him,
while Anna let up the pressure just enough to allow the others hear James
plead for mercy.

"Stop!"

"Please stop!" he barely muttered.

Regardless of his pleas, the women mocked and laughed at him as Anna brutally
continued to clamp down on his neck. It didn't matter to Vera what was fair.
Nobody asked James to come after her. James had made that choice, however she
would make sure and never give him that chance again. Only when he seemed to
pass out did Anna finally release him. Spreading her legs apart, James's head
crashed down face first. To check his level of consciousness, Vera grabbed his
hair with her right hand and pulled his face up off the floor.

"Now it's time this party ended don't you think James?" When his eyes opened,
they gazed upon Vera's condescending smile. As Anna had done earlier, Vera
mounted James so that his head was between her legs.

"So James, I'll bet you never realized a woman can take a man out of this
world just as easy as she can bring him into it, did you?" Then with a violent
twist of her hips, first right then left, a loud crack echoed through the
room. The last sounds James heard before he breathed his last gasps of air
were girlish giggles as he was rolled up in the rug.