Julie's Jail
by Wbill-99_1999
A story of teenage domination - and wrestling


Peter was in pain. On his back staring up at the ceiling, the wrestling mat
hot and sticky under his back, his head and neck were gradually being crushed
by the plump, but steely thighs that were wrapped around him.

Held in a figure four head scissors, his ears covered by his tormentor's
limbs, he could only partially hear her voice. The delighted girlish giggles
that had accompanied the earlier action had been replaced by more stentorian
tones demanding his submission. He threshed, twisted and squirmed, but the
more he struggled the tighter the hold got; in addition, the girl reached down
and seizing her left ankle, pulled up, crushing his larynx.

It was too much for him. He yelled his submission and slapped the canvas; to
his relief the pressure eased and the legs were untwined - his head sank back
on to the mat.

Lying on his back recovering Peter recalled how he had come to be in this
predicament. The small advertisement had said that a personal trainer had been
required for a female and had given a number to ring.

The woman who had answered his call sounded cool and authoritative. She had
been vague about the precise requirements of the job - all she would say was
that her teenage niece required a mature man to assist with her fitness regime
and that it would be very "hands on". As a 30's something man with a good
degree of fitness and training, he had been intrigued and quickly arranged an
appointment. A few days later he rang the front door bell of a stylish house
in one of the affluent suburbs of his city and was shown into the house by a
smartly dressed woman he would have placed in her mid to late 40's. She
introduced herself as Carol Warren and without preamble invited him to follow
her. He was led towards the rear of the house down a hallway lined with
expensive art - the whole house interior spoke of understated good taste and
refinement.

Carol Warren looked to be a similar height as him and her shortish skirt
showed her off her good legs; she moved with an easy grace and was obviously a
lady of some style. She halted in front of door at the end of the hall and
looking back at him, said "I think it best that I show you what is involved
rather than try to describe it".

She smiled at him and led him through an open door into a brightly lit small
Gymnasium. At the end of the room a blond, rather chubby girl in a bottle
green leotard was exercising on a balance beam; in spite of her size she moved
with grace and precision. After two successive back somersaults she dismounted
and walked towards them with a wide grin. Peter looked at her intently. Her
face was quite angelic and although she was on the plump side of well built,
her physique looked firm and her thighs and legs, in particular looked
powerful. She was full breasted and also had the wide shoulders of a gymnast;
her hair was tied back in a ponytail, giving her a very girlish look.

"This is my niece Julie" Carol explained. "You will be working with her. She
needs a sparring partner and someone mature who isn't going to get too spooked
at our requirements"

Peter looked at her wide eyed. "A sparring partner - what do you mean
exactly?" He was gob smacked.

"Well Julie here is a champion gymnast as you can see, but she is also a Judo
brown belt and is a rather astonishingly good little wrestler'' At this
statement Julie gave a charming little bow and a little giggle. "Since her
debut a little time ago at a nightclub my ex and I own and thrashed the living
daylights out of an arrogant yobo, I have had some very interesting requests
and proposals for her services. I need to get some publicity material done and
the proceeds can help fund her through University. She needs a "sparring
partner" who is much bigger and supposedly stronger to work on - or should I
say work with".

"I haven't done any wrestling - at least not to any standard that would allow
me to teach anyone" Peter explained. Carol Warren threw here head back and
laughed. "Peter, you aren't here to teach, learn maybe, but not teach" She
looked at me very intently. "You are going to be a sparring partner. I have a
list of middle aged men who want to have the crap beaten out of them by young
Julie; I need someone who is willing to be a victim. - to donate their body in
the interests of science, if you like. All we need is someone is reasonably
fit and has a reasonable threshold to pain. And what red blooded male wouldn't
like a nubile young body like hers wrapped around him. Plus there is the money
side to it - you will be paid well for what you do"

Peter swallowed hard. "Carol I'm not sure if I want to do this ... .." He was
interrupted. "You have no choice. When you rang and gave me your details, I
did a check on you. Yes, I've got friends who do that sort of thing; they told
me that you have a penchant for teenage girls and you also visit a B & D
Mistress called Ms Black. It was a small matter to ring her and check; she
told me that she frequently locks you in scissor holds and sits on your face
for hours. I think that your employer and your family would be quite
interested in learning about this; so you see, we have really got you by the
short and curly's in a manner of speaking"

Peter looked distressed. "This is different. I know I have these little
peccadillo's but I pay Joanna Black, and the girls look on me as a "sugar
daddy'' because I spend money on them. You are going to pay me to get my arse
kicked by a teenage girl who looks like a 12 year old with the body of a
mature woman. What happens if I get horny?"

"You'll find out: Julie has her own unique way of dealing with that" Carol
smiled broadly and Julie gave another little giggle. "But we've wasted enough
time - here put these on" As she spoke she wandered across to a small
cupboard, and opening it, tossed him a pair of blue shorts. "These should fit
you; take off your clothes over there and get onto the mat" Peter did as he
was told.

Julie waited in the centre of the mat, her head on one side and her hands on
her hips and she watched him with interest as he changed. She spoke for the
first time. "Wow, Aunty Carol - he's got quite a nice bod, this one"

Her voice was quite high and musical "I'm going to enjoy this - it's much more
fun when they're bigger than me; they tend to squeal louder" There was
something in her tone that caused a shiver of apprehension to travel up his
spine.

Peter adjusted his rather tight fitting shorts and approached the mat. "Now
remember Peter, this is for Julie's benefit not yours" Carol advised him "I
will tell you when it's all over - although you probably won't need to be
told. I am going to be taking some promo photographs, so smile nicely for the
camera and don't scream too loudly - the neighbours might hear"

Julie had meanwhile completed a series of somersaults and was now bouncing up
and down on the balls of her feet and beckoning with her hands. "Come on
Peter, let's rumble. You like teenage girls don't you - well here's your
chance to get close up and personal with one" Again she giggled. Peter stepped
uncertainly onto the mat and moved toward the centre. Julie stopped bouncing
and went into a low wrestler's crouch, her eyes boring into his. The change
from innocent looking young girl to a serious warrior was frightening. Peter
felt a certain apprehension creep over him; he shuffled forward to meet her.
They met in the middle of the mat - their bodies briefly merged before Julie
attempted a leg sweep; Peter stumbled but did not fall. They locked up again,
this time Peter tried to apply a headlock, Julie countered with an elbow to
his ribs. Peter tried for the headlock again; Julie caught his arm with a loud
slap and for a moment they strained together before Julie managed to twist his
arm behind him in a painful hammer lock. Peter was sickened to realise that
she was stronger ; Julie stood him on tiptoe as she applied the pressure and
then just as quickly caused him to bend almost double as she forced the
trapped limb high up between his shoulder blades. Reaching down with his free
hand, Peter managed to grab her left ankle and pulled it, causing Julie to
stumble and loosen her grip. Instantly Peter twisted free and moved away,
massaging his arm.

"Why Peter, you're quite cunning" Julie giggled again "This is going to be
more fun than I thought" The smile vanished and she went back to her
wrestler's crouch. They shuffled towards each other and locked up again: Julie
tried for a hip throw; Peter countered by grabbing her leg, throwing her off
balance. Julie broke the stalemate, and with lightning speed she used the
point of her elbow to strike him in the throat just below the larynx. He
choked and grabbed the spot on his neck. "That's called Atemi Waza" Julie
giggled and with a loud cry she threw him over her hip. He hit the mat with a
loud splat and rolled on his side; instantly, she seized him by the arm and
sought a spot in his armpit - he yelped as she sprang him to his feet and
threw him again with a shoulder throw. The splat again reverberated around the
room; this time she followed up with a heel strike into his thigh which caused
him to again yelp with pain. Peter lay on his back quite still; gathering up
his legs, Julie locked them under armpits.

For the first time, Carol, camera in hand, spoke from the edge of the mat.
"Clever girl, turn him my darling, turn him for the Boston Crab" Julie giggled
and adjusting the position of her arms, locked her hands together and became
to twist him. Stepping over him she soon had him on his stomach and after
adjusting the position of her arms again, she linked her hands together again
and sank gracefully to her haunches, her lycra clad backside firmly
established on her victim's lower back. Spasms of pain coursed through Peter's
body as Julie lent back to increase the pressure and he began to claw at the
mat with his hands. "No escape Peter darling" Carol told him in dulcet tones
"My little Julie is an expert in inflicting pain - she knows just how far she
can go. She is also an expert in imparting pleasure - show him my precious"
Without slackening the hold, Julie unlinked one hand, and reaching down began
to fondle his groin. In spite of his pain and embarrassment, Peter felt
himself getting hard. "He's getting a boner" sang Julie, and intensified her
tickling and fondling. With his legs securely locked under her armpits, Peter
could only thresh from side to side. Carol knelt down by his head and cooed
sweetly "Julie will really fuck your head up. It's pain and pleasure we are
here to provide and as well as taking a rise out of the guys, she enjoys
putting one back too; but all good things must come to an end I guess"

As Carol spoke Julie re-linked her hands and sank even lower and pulled back
on legs. Peter yelled. "Time to submit" Carol told him. "If you can't speak,
slap the mat three times" Peter, his face contorted with pain, slapped the
canvas with some vigour. Immediately his legs were released and were dropped
to the mat. Julie stood up, her face flushed and her eyes glittering; crossing
to the edge of the mat, she picked up a small towel and rubbed her face.

"That was great Peter" his youthful torturer told him. "By the time that I've
got you trained, you'll be quite a good wrestler. I need some harder workouts
for the jobs I have ahead. Now ups a daisy and let's get round 2 under way"

Peter rose slowly from the mat, grimacing as he rubbed his back and stretched.
He looked dazed and looked apprehensively at Carol who was busy checking the
results of her photography efforts. "Don't look at me Peter baby - watch your
back"

Peter turned quickly. Julie was somersaulting towards him at lightning speed;
before Peter could react she leaped and landed astride his shoulders, her legs
draped down his back and his face wedged in her groin. Her momentum carried
her on and she continued the somersault taking Peter with her as she flipped
him onto the mat with a resounding crash. Carol squealed with delight. Julie
sat up astride the dazed Peter and moving quickly, she turned and scooted
around behind his head and with almost over elaborate care, applied a figure
four head scissor and adjusting her left leg under his chin, she began to
squeeze.

"Welcome to Julie's jail - her leg jail" He heard Carol say in the distance
"She could keep you there for ever, but that magic word "submit" holds the key
I guess" He heard Julie giggle as her thighs tightened even more ... ...

Back in the present, Peter lay on the mat, spread-eagled with eyes closed. His
submission had gained his release from Julie's jail but again he heard Carol
say almost at a distance "Time for your reward, my clever little Mistress of
pain. Your carriage awaits". Peter opened his eyes. Julie stood over him, eyes
gleaming and a little smile on her face. Stepping over the prone body she
stood astride him for a minute before dropping to her knees, straddling him.
Shuffling forward she carefully pinned his arms under her shins and clamped
her thighs around his head. "Welcome to the school girl pin' She spoke very
softly. "I love sitting on men. It is such a basic hold isn't it. Men emerge
into the world from between a woman's legs and then spend such a large part of
their adult lives trying to get back between them again. Well, I'm here to
help!" She laughed this time - the laugh of a mature woman, the giggling
schoolgirl was gone; again almost from a distance he heard Carol say "Claim
your reward my lovely, sit on his face".

Peter gazed up at the face of his tormentor. She smiled broadly, lifted her
haunches and moved slowly forward ... ... ... ... .

To be continued