Julie's Jail -The House of Pain - Part three
By wbill_99_1999
A story of teenage domination - and wrestling



Peter and Carol left Julie and her victim behind in the Gym and retired to the
small lounge that Peter had visited the previous evening. Carol motioned him
to a comfortable seat and sat opposite him : she stared at him for some time
before speaking.

"Well, I hope that you're blood pressure is back to normal. That was quite
something wasn't it? Julie is quite incredible really - she literally knows
dozens of holds and is capable of inventing just as many more. It is her
ability to think of the humiliation factor that also makes her special - that
was inspirational using that grapevine on old Ted, but it was her Judo that
won that match for her, it was only his great condition that enabled to him to
last as long as he did. Those Judo throws are debilitating, you should have
seen what she did to that guy at the club a few weeks ago. She had him tied up
in a hold so complicated that I can't even begin to describe it; all I know
that she had every limb tied up and still had a hand free to wave to everyone.
The guy was in tears and begging her to let him submit. Two successive
shoulder throws had set him up for that - he needed assistance off the floor
by the time she finished with him. I told you last night that after that
incident, I had some very interesting requests and proposals; the idea of
getting Julie being paid to beat the living daylights of people for money was
irresistible to both of us. There was another proposal as well, and that's
where you come in: a rather rich old boy wants some movies made involving
Julie, also me and our helper Jenny - all beating the crap out some guy or
guys. I will need to also recruit someone else to assist you: be warned
though, It is going to be authentic, not the stupid, unbelievable crap that
passes for mixed wrestling on some of the internet sites. You will be paid
well, and also think about how much time you will be able to spend under
Julie's backside"

Peter swallowed hard. "I don't know Carol; you were pretty rough on me last
night. I would need to have a bit of time between sessions ... ... ... Carol
interrupted "You just have a think about while I go and see how poor old Ted
is - I hope Julie hasn't suffocated him. Have a look at this as well, it tells
you what we are all about"

Carol tossed a blue covered folder onto his lap and left the room.

Peter opened the folder. The name on the page leapt out at him "The House of
Pain". - Your pain is our pleasure - was the motto. There was a detailed
explanation of the services offered and some pictures of a demur looking Julie
in a black leotard cut high at the hips to emphasise her formidable thighs and
legs. Carol was shown wearing a one piece tight black cat suit which showed
off her spectacular legs - but it was the third member of the trio that
intrigued him. It was Jenny, the so called helper; she was of indeterminate
age and her hair was either ash blonde or grey - it was hard to tell by the
picture, but she was definitely older and wearing a green swim suit. There was
something about her ordinariness that was vaguely menacing and a shiver ran
down his spine. Somehow he thought their paths were destined to cross; one
thing he was certain of was that Carol was running a high class dominatrix
service and that he was now part of it. He became engrossed in the material;
it appeared that up until recently that the establishment had been run as a
normal B & D facility, Julie's little performance at the club had changed all
that. The emphasis was very much on wrestling - both domination and
competitive.

Outside the room, he heard the sound of voices and the front door closing.
Shortly, Carol entered room chuckling to herself "I don't believe it. Ted
wants to come back again - I think that I have got another submissive on my
books. I don't think that he realised it until tonight; Julie told me that he
was quite happy for her to sit on his face for the duration and if I hadn't
intervened, he might still be there. I misread that one for sure".

"Does Ted just want to wrestle or is he interested in these other services as
well" Peter held the folder up.

"No - it's the wrestling. He told me that he had always wanted to fight a
woman, but apart from an experience in Japan in his days as a seaman, he has
never had the opportunity. He's coming back in a couple of day's time for a
re-match and I have told him that I want to film this one. I really think that
I will be cutting back on the B & D aspect. Tying guys up and whipping them
only has limited appeal after a while and it doesn't appeal to Julie in the
least - she prefers more organic bondage"

The door opened and Julie came in. Freshly showered, her hair was down to her
shoulders and without her ponytail she looked more like a mature woman that
the schoolgirl who had just given a grown man a hiding.

She was wearing her white t-shirt with a pair of baggy tracksuit pants.
Barefooted, she sank into a luxurious arm chair and tucked her feet under her.
She positively glowed. "Wasn't that fun! And he wants to do it again as well.
I must admit it's good when the guy knows how to fight a bit; I'm already
thinking about what I am going to do him next time"

"I was telling Peter about that hold you used on that bloke at the club the
other week. I still can't get over it; it looked so damned complicated but you
just seemed to slip in to it without any effort" Carol shook her head in
amazement.

"It wasn't that complicated really" Carol shrugged her shoulders "I used
keylocks on him. You have to get him on his stomach and then you lock one leg
by folding them inside the back of the other knee - then you insert your own
leg into the obvious gap behind and then you lock the free leg behind your
own. Your leg becomes the key to the hold; then just turn him on his side and
do his arms in a similar fashion - again, one of your arms becomes the key to
lock the hold" She sounded like she was describing her favourite recipe. "The
lovely thing about it is that they are really fighting themselves; their limbs
are locked against each other and you are providing the key to lock the hold
and then, eventually, unlock it. The really good moment is when you turn on
your back and they have to roll with you; they are now on top, all trussed up,
and you can "present" them to the audience or the camera. Great humiliation! I
am thinking of calling it my "Doomsday Hold" because you could keep them there
until Doomsday" She gave a delighted giggle "I might use that on Ted - he
hasn't got a bad body to work on"

"Lucky old Ted" I turned to Carol "Tell me about Jenny. Is she as old as she
looks in that photograph? Does she fight as well? "

Julie giggled and looked across at Carol who looked thoughtful for a moment
"Yes - she can fight alright. She used to be Julie's Gym teacher and her first
Judo teacher. She's in her mid to late 50's and yes, she's got grey hair - but
don't be fooled she's fit, agile and it spite of her benign appearance, she's
quite ruthless and enjoys beating men. She was never part of the B & D side of
the business but she handled the few enquiries for wrestling domination that
we got until Julie here became involved. I want her to keep her hand in though
and tomorrow night she is coming around here for a workout with you. I see her
as a great opponent for Ted - we can film that"

"So sorry Peter" Julie cooed "You are just going to have to put up with second
best; but be patient, I've got lots of things that I want to do to you yet. I
have got some lectures tomorrow night and then the night after its "Torture
Ted" time again. I was amazed, he's even more hung up on face sitting than you
- if we ever run out of chairs he could come in handy" She giggled again and
turned to Carol "And when can we expect to see you on the mat Aunty. I have
only seen you in action once when you dismantled that young thug in front of
his family; that was quite impressive and it gave me the hots for weeks after
- I wish it had been me dishing it out"

"Be patient my little Mistress of Pain, I will be in training shortly - but I
have my own little victim I am going to use for that exercise. Now it's
getting late and I'm tired and you both need a rest - Peter, we will see you
tomorrow night at around seven"

Peter was dismissed; Julie blew him a kiss and waved "Good night Peter. Just
remember my bum never forgets a face and yours is such a nice one"

As he walked toward home he remembered Carol's words from the first night -
"Julie will really fuck your head up" - if last night was almost surreal,
tonight was sheer delight but Carol was right - Julie was starting to fuck his
head up.

The next night found Peter back at Carol's house and he was ushered through to
the gym by an elderly lady who was obviously the maid and who stared at him
intently and silently, then beckoned him to come through. The Gym was back to
being brightly lit and it was empty -there was no sign of Carol - Julie, he
knew had lectures, but there was no sign of his opponent - or was it training
partner - either. He had bought his own gear with him that night and finding a
chair, we laid out his towel, water bottle and robe. As the room was empty he
took off his clothes, neatly folded them and slipped on his red speedos;
unlike Ted he possessed no wrestling boots and any way he preferred bare feet.
After limbering up and doing a few stretching exercises he donned his robe,
sat down and waited.

After a few minutes the door opened and to his surprise the "elderly" woman
who had ushered him came in.

She had applied some makeup and lipstick and was wearing a long silk robe. She
was bare footed. "Well, hello there Peter" Her voice was well modulated and at
odds with the silent person who had answered the door. "Don't look so
surprised. That was my "alter ego" that met you at the door, it's a scenario
that some of customers seemed to like. I slump my shoulders and move a bit
slowly; the transformation seems to turn them on"

She had obviously been wearing a wig when she answered the door, as her hair,
although still grey, was quite short and stylishly cut. Undoing the sash at
her waist, she let the robe drop to the ground at the edge of the mat; she was
wearing a two dark blue piece swim suit, not a bikini but definitely designed
for exercise rather than getting wet. She had a full figure with pale smooth
skin and, like her former pupil, powerful thighs and legs. Her face was
attractive enough in an unremarkable way, but she had a pleasant smile as she
beamed at him. "Well, I have got you all to myself and please call me Jen.
Carol and Julie are both out and we have going to have a nice little fight -
why don't you drop that robe and let me see what you've got"

Peter did as he was asked and stood there while she appraised him with a
little smile on her lips. "Not bad, not bad at all. Julie told me that you had
a good body; I hope that you have recovered from your little session with her.
Don't forget that I taught her most of what she knows - a most remarkable
young lady and what an imagination. I hope that I don't disappoint you - let's
get it on" As she spoke she walked to the middle of the mat and waited, hands
on hips. Peter approached her cautiously. Jen raised her arms to the
traditional wrestler's position and spread her feet slightly; they locked up
and twisted to and fro. God, she was strong thought Peter, trying to
disengage; Jen moved with the speed of a striking snake, securing a headlock
and throwing him over her hip. Peter felt the warmth of her ample breast on
his cheek as she tightened the hold.

Seizing his right arm she locked it between her thighs, the elbow joint rigid
- a stab of pain went through the trapped limb. Peter's feet beat a tattoo on
the mat as he tried to kick his way out of the hold. The headlock got tighter,
and in addition, she levered down with her top leg putting even more pressure
on his trapped arm.

"Submit" Her voice was right in his ear "Come on, make it easy for yourself.
No escape from this, ladies"

Peter ears were ringing from the pressure of the headlock. It was inevitable,
he tapped the mat and croaked "I submit" Instantly, the pressure eased and his
arm was released. Jen sprang to her feet and waited in the centre of the mat.
"Come on, you can do better than that" she smiled at him. They closed on each
other again.

Jen threw him with another hip throw, this time letting him regain his feet.
It was supposed to be a practice session for Jen, and so it proved. She worked
on him with a clinical precision; there was a crispness about her throws that
surpassed even Julie's. Hip throws, shoulder throws, leg sweeps, joint locks,
head scissors of all configurations, arm bars, a grapevine: she moved from one
to another with effortless ease. Peter submitted time and time again.

At last Jen threw him with a tomoe nage, clasping her hands behind his head
and levering him high in the air to land on the mat with a satisfying slap.
Somersaulting after him, she landed astride his chest and quickly wiggled her
way up until she straddled his shoulders; carefully she pinned his arms in the
crook of her legs and, placing her hands on her hips, stared down at him.
Peter luxuriated in the smooth white thighs that were clamped onto his cheeks
and the blue clad crotch that was only inches from his chin. Jen did not
appear to be out of breath and hadn't even appeared to have raised a sweat.
She chuckled as she looked down at him "Well that was fun wasn't it - well, at
least it was for me. I was a bit rusty there for a start, but just like riding
a bicycle, it all comes back, doesn't it. And speaking of riding things, there
you are between my legs, a fit young man just having been beaten by a mature
woman. Carol tells me that you are Julie's training partner and so this could
be the last time we work together for a while, but she also tells me that she
has got a man about my age for me who knows how to wrestle, I am really
looking forward to that. Anyway, here is a little reward for you"

She raised herself up and shuffling forward a little, sat on Peter's face,
wriggling around a little until she got comfortable. "Julie told me about your
little fetish and what's more I hear that my training partner is just the
same. I'm a bit hung up myself, and as a young woman I could sit for hours,
with or without knickers. I was later astonished to find that there were men
who would pay me to do it to them. Most of the young men had to be forced to
submit to it, but as I was already adept at Judo by the time I was 14 years
old, that wasn't a problem. I don't get much chance these days and after my
husband left me a few years ago, I don't get the chance at home" Peter was in
heaven; Jen had a similar backside to Julie and a similar, familiar scent of
perfume and the musky smell of arousal. Her crotch didn't appear to be overly
damp however, and she just raised herself up a little from time to time,
allowing him to breathe. He was aware of his erection straining at the front
of his speedos and craved release. He didn't have to wait long; he heard a
shuddering sigh from the woman on top of him and then the gentle but insistent
pressure of fingers as they stroked his member. The tempo and the pressure
increased and Jen heard the muffled moan of her victim buried under her crotch
as she brought him off.

They both remained still for a moment and then Jen rose gracefully to her feet
and released him. Peter lay still for a moment and then got up grimacing; he
seemed to ache all over. Glancing down in embarrassed fashion at the front of
his speedos, Peter picked up his towel. Jen stood looking at him for a moment
before laughing silently "My God, you look like the Wreck of the Hesperus.
Come and have a shower with me and I'll give you one of my special rub downs.
Don't worry its non sexual; I am a qualified masseuse from my gym mistress
days and it might enable you to walk in the morning. What I did to you tonight
is nothing to what Julie will do to you if the mood is on her. She doesn't
just beat people - she tortures them, you should make sure that you see what
she does to poor old Ted tomorrow night. She has the face of an angel and the
mind of Torquemada; no doubt Carol has told you what she did to that guy at
the club the other week - she reduced that guy to a weeping wreck. A lot of it
is mind games to be sure, but she has gone well beyond anything I can teach
her and with her inventive mind anything is possible" There was a long
silence. "Come on, let's go and get ourselves respectable"

Peter followed her slowly, his mind still in a whirl, tomorrow night, if he
was invited, it would be interesting.

Part 3 - Ted's Doomsday Experience - to follow.