Julie's Jail -The House of Pain - Part Four
By wbill_99_1999
Ted's Doomsday

A story of teenage domination - and wrestling



Peter had been summoned by Carol. She required his attendance that evening -
it was to be the last evening of his training and he would be in charge of
filming the return match between Julie and Ted. Peter had protested that he
knew nothing of filming techniques and equipment. "Don't worry" Carol had told
him "I will be there to instruct you. Julie is really looking forward to this;
she's calling it the three T's session - Torture Ted Time. I want this to be
good; I hope to use it as a marketing tool to attract all the little wrestling
kinks around town. There is also another little thing that you need to see"

Carol had refused to elaborate on what the "other little thing" might be and
so it was with both a mixture of anticipation and apprehension that Peter
arrived at that familiar blue front door. Carol ushered him in; her appearance
was quite startling. She was dressed like every masochist's dream - a black
cat suit, which by the dull gleam was lycra rather leather, leather lace up
boots, which ended just below the knee and her hair framed by a black Alice
band. Her face was pure white, alleviated only by subdued red lipstick:
dressed in this fashion she appeared to move with even more grace than normal,
gliding ahead of him down the hallway towards the room that was the gymnasium.
Pausing at the door before allowing him to enter, she turned to him and said
in a low voice "This is going to be a fairly heavy session tonight. As soon as
Julie has finished with Ted, I want you go with Jenny, and take the video
camera with you; all will be made clear".

Inside the room the atmosphere had changed again. The spotlights were turned
on the blue wrestling mats and

the perimeter of the room was in semi-darkness. Ted was dimly visible against
the far wall, doing some isometric exercises and stretching exercises; Jenny
was also dimly visible, sitting on a small chair beside the door. She greeted
him warmly and enquired after his "poor old face and body". He was just about
to answer when Carol interrupted and requested his presence at the video
camera, mounted on a small tripod beside the mat. "Now this real easy" she
told him "I want to start this rolling now and don't stop filming until I tell
you". She went on to explain the settings and how to operate and pan the
camera. Leaving him to peer anxiously into the small screen, Carol called out
to Ted. "Ready now, Ted" He strolled out the shadows and waited on the edge of
the mat. Carol walked over to the door and opened it.

Julie was standing outside. She entered the room and onto the mat with a
series of handsprings, sinking into the full splits position in the centre of
the mat. She did a full bicep pose - something Peter had not seen her do
before- revealing an impressive set of muscles, grinned for the camera and
then rose gracefully to her feet. Her hair as usual, was done in her trademark
ponytail and she wore a plain black leotard, slightly more revealing than
normal which emphasised her imposing thighs and her shapely legs. Peter was
again fascinated by her physique; in no way could she be described as
beautiful, her face was angelic looking and quite innocent, although Peter
knew that it could change in an instant to a look of pure triumphant
malevolence. Her body was quite plump, but he also knew that muscles of steel
lurked just below the surface of that creamy skin. Her breasts were also quite
large and whereas before she had them tightly confined by a sports bra when
she fought, tonight they were on display and barely contained in the leotard
she had chosen.

Julie looked towards her opponent for the first time. "Why hello Ted" she was
using her schoolgirl voice "I have been thinking a lot about you, or rather,
what I am going to do you. There are a few holds that I haven't tried on a man
before. I reckon that tonight's the night - just imagine that you are giving
your body in the interests of science" She giggled and motioned to him with
her hands "Let's get it on" Ted gave a little bow - he was obviously a man of
few words - and shuffled into the middle of the mat facing the crouching
Julie.

To Peter's surprise, Ted started well. He secured a headlock and tossed Julie
to the mat and tightened the hold. Julie bridged her body and used fingers of
her left hand to jab at a point in the side of Ted's neck. He yelped and
slackened his grip a little. "Atemi Waza" Carol said almost reverently. Julie,
using her superb flexibility, brought her legs over her head, and with her
momentum, popped her head out of the headlock.

They both sprang to their feet and engaged again; to his surprise, Ted threw
Julie again with a cross buttock throw and seizing her right leg, tried for
spinning leg lock. She kicked him solidly in the back with her free leg
causing him to stagger and she wrenched her trapped leg free. Regaining her
feet, Julie grinned at him "Why Ted, you've been practising. Now you really
are for it". What followed was, as in their first fight, a dazzling display
from both wrestlers. Ted surpassed himself by trapping Julie in a body
scissor, only to have her press a spot in his ankle causing him to release her
with a another yelp. Carol was ecstatic "What a great performance from both of
them, but Ted's starting to tire"

Carol was right. As in the first encounter, Julie was gaining the upper hand;
her throws were starting to have crispness and precision that was causing Ted
to wilt badly. After a superb shoulder throw, Ted hit the mat with a crash
that reverberated around the room; Ted rolled on his side and then knelt on
all fours. Julie circled him as if she was inspecting a side of beef. Making
up her mind, she straddled his back as if she was riding a horse, then quickly
brought her heels up and struck Ted in his stomach and he collapsed to the mat
with a gasp. With her victim prone on his stomach, Julie slowly shuffled up
his body until she was astride his shoulders then, grasping first one arm and
then the other; she locked them in the crook of knees. Leaning way back, she
again demonstrated her superb flexibility by seizing both Ted's legs below his
knees in the crook of her arms. With a shrill cry she straightened up dragging
Ted's legs with her. "My God, a reverse Boston Crab" Carol breathed in awe.
Julie had now straightened up astride his back and now had Ted's arms locked
in place under armpits. She began her demands. "Submit!" Come on submit". She
leant further forward. Ted's legs and spine began to form the letter U. Held
in such spectacular fashion, he yelled in pain; it was an incredible sight - a
16 year old girl with a mature man locked in a hold that could kill him.

"Ted, I could kill you" Julie still had the little girl voice." There is no
way out of this. If I lean forward a little more, I could snap your spine.
Come on submit" She leant forward a fraction. That did it - Ted slapped the
canvas. He screamed his submission. Julie released his legs which dropped back
to the mat with a thud. Freeing his arms from their leggy prison, she stood up
with a sigh of contentment and without a backward glance at her opponent, she
strode to edge of the mat and towelled her face down. Ted got up very slowly
and grasped his back. Carol was quite solicitous and taking a bucket and
sponge across to him, she rubbed his lower back and legs. "Want to continue
Ted" she said to him softly. "I will make it worth your while" Ted nodded and
took a gulp of water from his drink bottle. "Just give me a minute" he said
and sat down on his chair. Julie in typical fashion was meanwhile doing a
handstand in the far corner of the mat, her legs open in the splits position.
Walking on her hands she went towards the middle of the mat before gracefully
regaining her feet. She smiled warmly across at Ted. "Well - did you enjoy
that? You gave me quite a good workout and you deserve a reward. Come to
mother Ted, there's a good boy" She sank into her wrestling position and
watched Ted approach.

Ted walked toward his doom, his face impassive. Julie crouched, circled him
like a shark stalking its prey. When she moved, it was like lightning. Ted was
seized and thrown with a spring hip throw, jerked to his feet and thrown
again. So it continued until at last, Julie took him and threw him, almost
gently, in slow motion, over her hip. Ted hit the mat and lay still. Julie
reached down and lifting his legs near his ankles, twisted on him on to his
stomach. She looked straight into the camera and smiled. Smoothly and
efficiently Julie folded his legs, securing one in the crook of the other leg;
she inserted her own leg into gap and hooked Ted's free leg around behind her
calf, locking the hold. Sinking to the mat, she worked on his arms. Ted was
really beyond resisting, and she easily folded his arms in similar fashion
using her right arm as the locking mechanism. Pausing for a moment to survey
her handiwork, she gave a satisfied little chuckle and turned on her side, Ted
trussed like a Christmas turkey, turned with her. Pausing only momentarily to
use her free hand to check on the security of the

leg lock, Julie slowly turned on her back taking her reluctant captive with
her. Ted was "presented" to his audience, Julie's foot securing the leg lock
stuck out of the tangle of limbs.

Peter filming it all was entranced. His mouth was quite dry and his pulse rate
was fast. He had never seen such clinical efficiency - it would have been
impressive enough if it had been a man involved, but this was a girl - a 16
year old girl - who had destroyed a man three times her age. Admittedly, Ted
was the same height and a similar weight as Julie, but he was obviously an
experienced wrestler and in good physical shape, not inexperienced as Peter
was. Carol standing beside him was also entranced. "The doomsday hold" she
breathed "I hope he submits soon". Jennifer, who had until now been an
anonymous figure in the shadows, joined them by the camera "Sweet Jesus, will
you look at that. I would love to do that to a man, I know more than a few
holds, but nothing like that. I hope you got that on film OK, I would love to
study that in more detail"

Meanwhile, back on the mat, Julie was talking to Ted in dulcet tones, "Well
Ted, here we are then, your life has been leading up to this. Let's hear you
submit first and then I'll fill you in on what happens next" Julie jerked her
body and Ted whimpered. "Come on submit, there is no way out of this - I call
this my doomsday hold for fairly obvious reasons. I have done this to a bigger
man than you and he cried like a baby. Come on, submit!" She jerked again. Ted
whispered his submission. "Louder Ted, we can't hear you" The girl voice had
disappeared again. "I submit, sweet Jesus! I submit!" Ted yelled it out.

Julie giggled, the mocking little girl voice reappeared, "Well Ted, apart from
my other talents that you already know about, I have got verrry clever
fingers" As she spoke her free left hand crept across Ted's abdomen and
trailed across his crotch. "At school, I was a cunning little masturbatrix, I
used to entice boys to somewhere secluded where I used my burgeoning Judo
skills to subdue them. Sitting on their faces to muffle the sound, I used to
jack them off and sending them back to class well rogered was a rewarding
little experience for me" Julie's fingers tickled, stroked and scratched at
his rapidly erecting penis. Ted, a look of incredulity of his face, looked
down at his groin and in spite of his pain, moaned softly. Julie's smug face
peered over Ted's shoulder at her handiwork.

"My God, will you look at that" Jen spoke first "What an imagination. Any bets
on how long he'll last" Carol was silent, Peter's heart thudded in his chest.
Julie meanwhile had released Ted's arms and, temporarily stopping her
masturbation of him, twisted around and reaching down, unhooked his foot from
her leg and released his arms. The hold was unlocked; Ted was too far gone now
to even consider escaping. Sensing this, Julie slid out from under him and
swinging her leg over him, mounted him in a reverse face sit. Her hand
re-commenced her stroking and slipping his speedos down, she set to work in
earnest. Her hand grasped his cock and flashed up and down, a blur of motion.
Ted exploded with a muffled wail and the column of semen rose to quite an
impressive height before splattering across his stomach.

"Cut" said Carol "You two have got a little job to do" Peter was still
speechless, his attention riveted on the mat. "What a waste" murmured Jenny,
her hand on Peter's shoulder "I would have sat on it" She reached around and
gave Peter a little fondle. "Come on, we've got work to do. This is the next
part of your training"

On the mat Julie stood up and unable to help herself, struck a double biceps
pose, then reaching down she stuck a finger in the pool of semen on Ted's
stomach and promptly drew the sign of the cross on his forehead.

Giggling, she back flipped across the mat to where she had left her towel. Ted
sat up looking dazed, and peered down in horror at the mess on his speedos and
stomach. Carol went over to him, chuckled and helped him to his feet. "Well
Ted, she has fucked you in more ways than one. Go and get yourself cleaned up
and we will proceed with your reward and Julie's too"

Julie came across and kissed Ted deeply "See you upstairs shortly Teddy baby".
She walked toward the door; Ted gazed after her, admiration shone out of him,
his life had changed forever and he knew it.

Meanwhile Jen led Peter, carrying the camera and tripod, upstairs to a long
hallway; it was dark and very quiet, a large grandfather ticked quietly in a
corner. Pausing at a door halfway down the hall, she looked at him intently.
"Peter what you will see shortly is something you will not have seen before.
It will either be a treat or a torment for you depending on your point of
view; you and I are observers for this little exercise" She turned and led in
him to a sumptuously furnished room. Rich drapes hung from the windows and
expensive art prints lined the walls; the only incongruity was a small blue
wrestling mat at the end of the room and a long rack against the opposite wall
which appeared at first glance to contain some small canes and a selection of
ropes and restraints. A king sized low bed, like a Japanese futon, was against
the wall at the other end of the room. The room was only dimly lit and it took
a little time for Peter to see clearly. Jen led across the room where a small
Japanese screen stood. "Set the camera up behind this screen; there is a small
panel that unclips, point the camera at the bed and I'll turn the lights up a
little" He did as he was told; soon the room lit up - not brightly, but enough
for Peter to see clearly. There was more equipment stacked in the corner
beside the bed - it was clear that the room was an upmarket B & D chamber.

Peter waited, almost shivering in anticipation. The last few days had seemed
an endless, surreal adventure. Nothing could have prepared him for what he had
seen and experienced; his world had been turned upside down and forces
released inside him that he not control. This next adventure was obviously
going to be the "other little thing" that Carol had referred to earlier.

Jen who gone back to the door and had been peering down the hallway, now
turned him and said "Get ready, they're coming. Focus on the door and follow
them across the room" Leaving the door open, she came back and stood beside
him; they both peered through the panel. A small procession entered the room
led by the remarkable Carol, still dressed in black lycra - it was the next
two figures that made Peter catch his breath

End of Part Three

The final episode follows soon!