Jenny and Donna, part 3 - Humiliation in the Wrestling Room
By Jobber Joe
Donna lures senior classmates, Jenny and Joe, to the wrestling room

I avoided direct contact with Donna at Thursday's PE class, but she 
managed to smile coyly at me a few times; as if she knew all along I'd 
be there at the wrestling room later that afternoon.   And she was right; 
not that I didn't have second thoughts right up until the time I dressed 
down into my practice gear, donned outer sweats and headed over to 
the gym.  Remembering only too well the embarrassing moments I'd 
experienced while watching Jenny get pinned by the sassy freshman in 
the intramural tournament, and then after class on Tuesday when 
Donna lured me to the mat for a quick, humiliating guillotine pin, I put 
on extra protection, a second brand new jockstrap under the other 
jockstrap, and all this under my practice singlet.  I figured this would 
pretty much hide any untimely bulges or stains, or at least I hoped so.  

I was fairly trembling with nervousness, my legs feeling heavy and 
unresponsive, head swimming, as I approached the wrestling room.  Liz 
was the only one outside the door, sitting next to it.  She smiled at me, 
said something like, "oh good, Donna will be happy you're here." I 
liked Liz. She was kind of tomboyish, all leggy and gangly, cute if not 
pretty; but most of all she wasn't threatening in any way to my 
masculinity.  She unlocked the door, laughingly told me, "admittance 
by invitation only," then sat back down outside the locked room after 
letting me in.  I'd noticed right away several things. First, the shade had 
been drawn across the inside of the small widow in the door; to keep 
those walking by from peering in. We often did that during wrestling 
practices, so would be gawkers expected that.  Second, there wasn't a 
gang of people inside, no JJ thankfully; but there were 2 young woman,  
Donna and another dark haired girl that I couldn't see very well at first.  
They were on the far mat, lying on their backs side by side, but with 
their heads in different directions, and their near legs were raised and 
tangled together. 

Even from near the door in the dimly lit room, both pair of legs looked 
eerily familiar.  With a start, as I moved closer, I realized the other girl 
was my original goddess, Jenny.   After a heated struggle, legs 
grappling, the emerging new young goddess, Donna, with a quick cry 
of triumph, wrestled Jenny's leg down, the older brunette giving way 
with a weary gasp of resignation.  I was stunned watching what I 
thought just a week ago were the greatest legs on earth get slammed to 
the mat; but I kept on walking slowly toward the tangled duo, literally 
two dream girls of my over-active imagination. I was almost at the edge 
of the mat when Donna looked over, all sweaty, happy, and full of 
herself, and chirped, "hey, Joey, I knew you would come".  Jenny 
looked over at about the same time, betraying no great surprise or 
embarrassment at seeing me.  My classmate did look a little sheepish, 
though, and quietly nodded at me, saying, "hi, Joey."

They had untangled their legs by now, and both sat up, catching their 
breath, while Donna went on, "hey, Jenny and I were just getting 
warmed up a bit with a some leg grappling; you oughtta like that, Joey, 
hee hee." And then she added, "what is that, girl, 7 to 3 now?"  Jenny 
nodded quietly, shoulders slumped, betraying just a bit of weary 
resignation.  With a shudder, though not completely surprised given 
what I'd seen of Donna in the past week, I realized Donna must have 
the 7, and Jenny 3.  They apparently had been doing what we used to 
call Indian wrestling in my schoolboy days, lifting and locking legs 
together to see whose leg could pin the other down.    Again, I wasn't 
that surprised to see Jenny on the apparent short end of things here. 
Maybe a week ago I would have been stunned;  but not now, not after 
seeing Donna pump out those reps on the leg machine on Tuesday, or, 
for that matter, seeing her wrap those power-packed babies around and 
dominate my fading Goddess on the wrestling mat last Friday.   What 
really shocked me was seeing Jenny here at all.  The way she'd meekly 
bowed out of the tournament she had owned for 2 years, being, by all 
accounts, quickly overwhelmed by Merrie in her 2nd round robin match, 
and then begging off the final match with Linda,  getting back on the 
wrestling mat was the last place I'd expected to see my fallen Goddess.

But here she was, in all her newly vulnerable splendor, decked out in 
her favorite red short shorts and matching sleeveless t-shirt top and 
apparently willingly letting herself be upstaged again by the saucy 
freshman, who was decked out in very high cut, hip hugging black 
shorts with black bare midriff top, in this impromptu leg grappling 
contest.  Donna continued on now, "lets give her a few more minutes to 
join us, whattya say, champ, oops, hee hee, I mean FORMER CHAMP, 
first to 10 before we call it good?" " We'll go with the left legs this 
time, ok?"  Jenny nodded agreement, her demeanor strangely almost 
meek in comparison to the more gregarious Frosh.  And now I was 
confused.  I figured Donna meant Liz, but that didn't make sense; since 
all Liz had to do was step inside and come over to the mat.  Jenny 
didn't seem puzzled at all, so I figured she knew who Donna was 
expecting, if it wasn't Liz. And I was afraid to ask, still, even though 
Donna hadn't mentioned him, fearing that JJ would suddenly show up 
to watch his girlfriend tangle with his old wrestling foe.

They settled back down on the mat, turning around so their left legs 
were together now.   I just stood there unashamedly gaping at two of 
the most incredible pair of legs I'd ever had the privilege of ogling. 
Jenny's were the darker pair, firmly muscled, yet still so smooth and 
sensual.  Donna's were slightly thicker through the thighs even than 
Jenny's muscled beauties, and also smoothly muscled, if not quite as 
defined as  Jenny's "super jock legs"  Donna's beauties, with slightly 
rounder , softer lines, at least when not flexing, were nicely tanned as 
well, thanks to quality sun-bathing time in that  warm spring, but less 
so than Jenny's  naturally dark wonders.  Having admired Jenny's, 
mostly from afar, for so long, and been almost too up close and 
personal with Donna's legs just this week, I was hopelessly smitten by 
both.

I also knew Jenny was a lefty, presumably more coordinated with the 
left leg than the right.  And it showed in their next leg grapple, with 
Donna somewhat awkwardly hooking hers with Jenny's.  Jenny gained 
the immediate advantage; and, even though Donna held on pretty well, 
Jenny soon had the pin-down, even managing a weak grin as she 
quietly announced, "that's 4." "Yeah, but I'm still ahead," Donna 
panted, confirming my earlier suspicions; and then, "bet you can't make 
it two in a row, Jen." Well, much to my secret delight, left footed Jenny 
did make it two straight, easily hooking, controlling and pinning down 
an almost disinterested looking Donna in the next leg grapple to make 
it, by my count, 7-5 Donna.  

 They took a short break now, Jenny looking more like the goddess of 
old, more animated, eager; and both looking up, as did I, when they 
heard the door open and close.  Coming our way were Liz and Linda, 
the cute Junior girl to whom Jenny forfeited her final intramural 
tourney match after devastating back-to-back losses to Donna and 
Merrie.  Since neither Donna nor Jenny looked surprised at seeing 
Linda, I assumed this was all part of the plan.  I started to tremble with 
nervousness and uncertainty again, managing to say a weak "hi", to 
Linda. And then, legs feeling a little heavy with all the emotional 
baggage, I sat down on the edge of the mat while Donna, typically 
taking charge, said, "we'll be through here in a minute, ladies; Jen and I 
are just warming up a bit." Linda began to stretch lazily, and I found 
myself wondering what her part of the deal was.  With the way things 
were going, I pretty much expected Merrie, the other "Jenny slayer" 
and new IM champ, to come strolling into the room too; and, of course, 
I still dreaded the almost certain arrival of Donna's main squeeze, JJ.  
But Donna and the others, who all seemed to be much more aware of 
the whole scheme of things than I, didn't seem to be occupied in 
waiting around for anybody else.  And I was too damn nervous to ask 
what was really going on.   So I just sat and watched Donna and Jenny 
settle in again with their left legs touching.  

Up they went again, one synchronized lift, and a second, then locking 
up on the third lift in a ritual most all of us knew well from 
adolescence.  This time, though lefty Jenny again gained a quick 
advantage, Donna resisted strongly, battling back to vertical before 
Jenny yet again gained a small advantage.  They were straining and 
grunting really going at it; and at that point I really thought Jenny 
would slowly work her advantage and gain the pin. But incredibly, 
Donna, gritting her teeth, refused to yield and began to claw back to 
vertical.  I could feel the old familiar stirring down in my well 
protected crotch as I watched entranced, Jenny's brown eyes flashing 
wildly, groaning as she felt her advantage slowly slipping away.  They 
were back up to vertical now, Donna grunting with the effort, Jenny 
still groaning; and then my Goddess started to falter as Donna pressed 
her golden beauties down, down, down! Jenny held on grimly, leg 
trembling against Donna's relentless pressure; but then, with a weary 
gasp, she gave in, Donna smacking Jenny's leg down to the mat with 
authority and triumphantly adding , "8, Yeah!" 

That was it.  Just like at the end of their wrestling match a week earlier, 
Jenny's  was broken; and she was soon to be beaten in this leg duel, her 
resistance almost instantly melting away right before my unbelieving 
eyes.   The next pindown came relatively easily for Donna; Jenny 
holding on some, but groaning helplessly as the sassy, sexy, strong-
legged Frosh soon enough pinned her left leg down again.  It was 9 to 5 
now in Donna's favor and the final pindown was predictable, if sad to 
see, Jenny's left leg trembling with rubbery exhaustion as Donna 
quickly slammed it down for the deciding pin.  Rolled half over into a 
curled up ball by the force of Donna's pindown, Jenny tried to stretch 
out, slip away from their still entangled legs. But Donna, all worked up, 
kept her conquering leg intertwined with Jenny's, and suddenly rolled 
up on my spent Goddess, wrestling with her, trying to shove her down 
to her back.  Jenny groaned, protesting, "leave me alone, you won", but 
Donna ignored her pleas, grabbed at Jenny's arm as the older brunette 
tried to twist free.  Then in an instant, immobilizing Jenny's leg with 
her strong beauties, and stretching her arm back under her side, Donna 
rolled up and on top of her straining victim, slowly, with a smile 
playing on her cute, rounded face, forcing Jenny's shoulders to the mat 
as Jenny's half hearted bridge quickly collapsed.  Poor Jenny writhed 
only weakly and briefly now, before giving in with a feeble little gasp, 
bent like a pretzel and shoulders  hopelessly flattened.  I was hard as a 
rock down below, stifling a little groan myself at watching my 
overwhelmed classmate yet again pinned by the younger brunette.  
Donna untangled leisurely, almost languorously, giving Jenny, still 
splayed on her back, a taunting little slap on the thigh as she stood up, 
breathing hard, sweaty and, yes, absolutely ravishing looking as I 
unavoidably stared up at her.   

Jenny, gasping for air, all sweaty and disheveled, got up after a bit, 
wandering listlessly over to the edge of the mat; plopping down there, 
gorgeous legs extended out, she grabbed a towel out of her equipment 
bag to dry herself off while she tried to catch her breath.  Then it was 
Donna talking again, directing things, saying to Jenny first, "why don't 
you rest up a bit, girlie, we'll have you and Linda wrestle after me and 
your buddy here go at it. Is that okay by you?"   Jenny's voice was flat 
and quiet, rasping back, "yeah, sure, okay thanks."   Linda was talking 
now, the slinky blonde chirping, "okay by me too, Donna. It wouldn't 
be fair for us to wrestle now;" and then, to Donna, "geez, you kinda got 
a little carried away there, girl.  I thought you were just warming up."  
Donna grinned back at her, "I was just warming up; but I couldn't help 
myself heh heh; its so much fun to work over that bitch!" 

 I looked over at Jenny, pissed as I heard the sassy freshman calling my 
adored classmate a "bitch"; but saw only a small cringe on the part of 
the fallen goddess, and nary a word of protest.  She seemed completely 
accepting of it all, much more so than I was.  But somehow I bit my lip 
and kept quiet as well, having much more pressing things to worry 
about; namely the upcoming prospect of wrestling that mouthy little 
tramp myself. 

I was beginning to think this was a huge mistake, but I was conflicted; 
parts of me wanting to bolt right out of there while I still had a little 
pride and sanity left. Yet another part wanted to go over and give poor, 
wrung out, but still incredibly sexy, Jenny a big hug; and to console her 
for the miseries she'd suffered at Donna's hands.  Yet the larger part of 
me was unavoidably drawn to the whole, strangely arousing scene.  I 
mean here I was alone in a dimly lit room with four cute girls, most 
every guys dream one might say; but I was both scared shitless and 
trying to control raging hormones all at once.   And instinctively now I 
knew what was next.  Donna called over to Liz, "would you ref, girl?" 
Liz, daughter of a high school wrestling coach, and unofficial groupie 
for our men's team, what with her boyfriend, Dave, being our team 
manager and all, knew all the rules and holds, and nodded agreement.  
And pretty soon Donna, still all warmed up and ready to go after 
enthusiastically working over poor Jenny in both leg grappling and the 
extra-curricular stuff that followed, beckoned me to the mat. My head 
swimming, feeling dizzy and giddy at the same time, I slowly got up, 
my legs still heavy and unresponsive, already sweaty from 
nervousness; and thankful that I'd taken precautions, the 2 jockstraps 
mostly containing my ever stirring member beneath the cover of my 
singlet.

I dimly remember Liz's melodramatic pre-match instructions, the lanky, 
freckle faced freshman looking right at Donna and smiling when she 
admonished both of us, "now, no illegal holds, got it guys?"   I nodded 
numbly, Donna just smirked. I glanced nervously over at Jenny, 
looking a bit more composed now after being roughed up by Donna in 
their heated "warm-up."  A loyal classmate, she quietly encouraged me, 
"you can take her, Joey," as Donna and I squared off, facing each other 
across the center ring, waiting for Liz's signal to start. I couldn't help 
staring at the black garbed, luscious young thing across from me, her 
ridiculously high cut black short shorts riding so high up on her hips I 
could see half her firm little butt cheeks hanging out.  And then there 
was the added distraction of her bared belly button sucked into her taut, 
tummy, which was shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat from Donna's 
"warm-up" with my classmate.  Despite my nervousness, I was 
hopelessly mesmerized, and giddily un-prepared mentally, if not also 
physically, to go to the mat in a real live match with this sexy, 
flirtatious young thing; who despite my resolve beforehand to 
concentrate on wrestling, was turning me on something terrible just as 
she prepared to tear into me on the mat.  But worse yet, I was pretty 
much completely psyched out, more so than I'd ever been against my 
greatest wrestling nemesis,  JJ.  Just before Liz motioned us together, 
Donna asked, "you got a  stopwatch watch, Liz?; how will we know 
when times up?"  Liz just shrugged, and then replied, "I'll try to check 
the big clock on the wall, but mostly I'll just guess, okay by you guys?" 
I nodded glumly; Donna just laughed.

Now we were motioned together, Jenny still giving quiet 
encouragement to me from the edge of the mat, Linda pretty much 
silently engrossed in the match.   Donna had picked up a lot of nuances 
of the game, most probably from JJ.  She feinted a takedown attempt 
early, nearly got me leaning off balance, then snagged my right leg in a 
single leg attempt that I just managed to pull out of.  We circled some 
more.  She was quick on her feet, and my legs felt like lead weights, 
heavy and unresponsive as I plodded around in a semi daze.   Donna 
was lightly taunting me now, chiding, "come on Joey, show me some 
moves," And again, " thought you were good at takedowns." .I was a 
little miffed at that, grabbing at her near arm, trying to arm drag her by 
me.  She slipped out of my grasp, sidestepping out of the way.  We 
faced off again.   I thought I saw an opening and went in low for a 
double leg, but Donna sprawled quickly over my grasping hands.  My 
fingers clutched at the backs of her strong legs, her hamstrings 
tightening against my grip.  I tried to draw her in, using my greater 
size; but she sprawled back more, her tautly muscled legs tearing at my 
tenuous grip.  I could feel my fingers slipping away from her flexing 
hamstrings.  I tried to hold on, breathing hard, forgetting the giddiness I 
felt before and at the start of this match, as competitive juices kicked in.  
But my grip continued to slip, her iron strong thighs like two warm 
bands of steel tearing away at my resistance, my wavering male pride. I 
was barely holding on now, with Donna completely sprawled out over 
me, pulling my upper torso out from its center of gravity, slowly 
forcing my heaving chest down toward the mat.  I couldn't believe this 
was happening to me, panic setting in as she barred one arm across my 
face, turning my head sideways while her muscled legs powered me 
down ever closer to the mat.  I was staring straight at my sexy 
classmate, whose sympathetic brown eyes silently urged me to hang on, 
even as I felt Donna's coiled legs shedding my last clutching fingers.  

With a quick cry of triumph, Donna broke my grasp completely, 
pivoting around me as, from my knees, I tried to turn with her.  But 
now she was behind me as I crouched on all fours, Liz dramatically 
intoning, "2 point takedown for the, ahem, SO-CALLED WEAKER 
SEX, hee hee." So much for my thinking sweet, gangly Liz was no 
threat to my masculinity.  Her taunting little verbal jab stung for sure; 
but I had much more pressing concerns that that.   I was devastated at 
losing this first key test, but tried to pull it together quickly, pushing up 
into a stand-up escape attempt.  Donna, caught by surprise, resisted 
some, but soon let me pull free.  I stepped away, then turned back to 
face her, winded, but encouraged as Liz unenthusiastically intoned, " 
that's 1 point for Joey, score is now 2-1 Donna." Speaking of which, the 
foxy freshman was coming forward stealthily, breathing hard as well 
but determined to press the issue in an aggressive style that was too 
eerily reminiscent of her boyfriend, JJ.  I was still trying to catch my 
breath, hand grappling with her, leaning shoulder to shoulder to buy 
some time, while Jenny from the edge, quietly encouraged me, "shoot, 
Joey, shoot, you can do it."  For the first time Linda chimed in as well, 
taking sides, chirping sweetly, "thatta girl Don, keep going, keep the 
pressure on, you can get him, girl!" 

We circled the mat, arms grappling, heads almost touching, I could feel 
her hot breath on the side of my chest and top of my arm as we pushed 
and pulled at each other.  Finally, breathing a little better now, if still a 
bit winded from the early struggle, I tried to pull my arms back and 
drop into a double arm, but Donna snagged my head halfway down 
with her right arm and quickly twisted her hips into me, grabbing at my 
left arm. Caught off balance, I was sucked into her head and arm, 
crying out as she flipped me in a dizzying rush to the mat.  I hit the mat 
hard, trying to roll up onto one hip as Donna tightened down the noose 
around my head.  I struggled and writhed but she held me tight, pulling 
my shoulders back toward the mat. Panic flooded through me as I could 
see Liz dropping to all fours next to my shoulder blades, which hovered 
inches off the mat.  I kicked and writhed desperately, but to no avail. 
Donna had it cinched up tight.  Liz raised her arm, preparing to slap the 
mat.   I kicked and flailed again, groaning, wriggling one shoulder up 
just a tad. Jenny blurted out now with even a little agitation in her voice 
for a change, "I think its time, Liz, for gawds sake." Liz looked up just 
as my one slightly raised shoulder started to settle back into the mat, 
calmly announced, "okay, break, times up."

Donna groaned, muttering, "damnit, almost had him."  I merely 
moaned in weary release as she let go of my head.  Liz announced 
somewhat melodramatically, "2 point takedown 3 point near fall, score 
is, score is, um." Linda helped her out, "7-1 Donna."  I felt like there 
was a hollow pit in my stomach as I lay there on one hip, gulping big 
ragged breaths, sweaty and tired and devastated at the stunning turn of 
events. Then I felt an even more urgent buzz down below and  finally 
glanced down there, groaning softly as I saw and felt the hard bulge 
straining against its double sheathed restraints. 

I was a mess, already trailing badly against this luscious, strong-legged 
vixen; and I was badly winded and too tired for just the opening two 
minutes.  I hadn't realized how much conditioning I'd lost since 
wrestling season ended.  Yet, if the truth be known, I hadn't wrestled 
much of anything except a few unsuccessful challenge matches and a 
few meaningless junior varsity matches since JJ relegated me to that 
reserve squad early in the season. In a word, I wasn't match ready, and 
sexy, saucy Donna was.

 But now she gave me a break, suggesting, "tell you what, we could 
both use a blow, don't you think, Joey?"   I nodded dumbly in between 
ragged gasps, and Donna continued, "why don't we let Linda and Jenny 
wrestle now, and we'll continue after that; fair enough everyone?"
 I nodded again, grateful for the respite.  Jenny was mute,  Linda 
seemed rarin to go.   As I tried to catch my breath, I wasn't even that 
upset about my own match miseries all of a sudden; but rather ached 
for my adored classmate and what I sensed, with another involuntary 
shudder, was about to happen.

(to be continued)