Julie's Jail - Part two
By wbill_99_1999
A story of teenage domination - and wrestling


Peter watched Julie's lycra clad crotch slid over his face. Darkness fell and
he was surrounded by silky female thighs and the equally smooth feel of her
leotard; his senses were overwhelmed by the smell of a subtle perfume mixed
with the unmistakeable smell of her arousal. His temples pounded and he was
aware of his sudden erection straining the front of the borrowed shorts. Julie
sighed contentedly, spreading her knees wide and moving back just a little
until Peter's nose was buried in the cleft of her young pussy. He could now
see a little. His arms were still pinned under her lower shins, but he was in
no hurry to escape - after all he paid a dominatrix good money to do this to
him and now he was going to be paid for the pleasure. At least he hadn't had
the instant ejaculation that had occurred the first time he had been face sat
all those years ago when he was a teenage boy.

Carol took some good pictures from every angle and congratulated herself on
her choice of victim. She had an unerring instinct for unearthing these male
submissives and the tone of Peter's voice on the first enquiry when he had
phoned had told her all she needed to know. She wondered how he would accept
the next step of the process.

Julie had started to move. Slowly for a start, she began to rub her clit to
and fro over her victims face and nose; beneath her, Peter was aware of how
moist the crotch of her leotard was becoming, he was also aware of the
throbbing of his cock and tried to think of the most inappropriate things to
forestall the inevitable. Julie's hips were now making small circles as well
as going backwards and forwards. On she went, around and around, backwards and
forwards, her face was flushed and she bit her bottom lip as the ride got
faster and faster.

Peter was desperate. He couldn't hold back much longer. He didn't have to -
some clever fingers were skilfully manipulating him through his shorts; it
couldn't be Julie - her hands were on her hips and she was away with the
fairies, her face slack with passion. It could only be Carol - anyone looking
into the room at that moment would have observed an amazing scene; Peter
stretched out on his back, his hips raised off the wrestling mat, Julie seated
on his face, her knees spread wide and her hips dancing a fandango of passion.
A relaxed looking Carol was squatting near Peter's waist her fingers and hands
busy on his penis as she worked on him. Her skirt was up around the tops of
her thighs and any observer would have been impressed at their size and shape;
her face was expressionless and only the gleam in her eyes gave any indication
of the pleasure that she was getting.

Peter climaxed with a yell and shortly after Julie shuddered and gave a cry as
her orgasm overtook her; the solid thighs thudded shut on Peter's face and she
squeezed him like a melon. Shortly she relaxed and moved back a little from
his red face, wet from her juices. She smiled down at him, hands still on hips
- he was still securely pinned and the thudding of his heart seemed to fill
his ears. "They say that oxygen deprivation heightens orgasm" the sound of
Carol's voice came from behind Julie. "Well I guess that ends the show - but
there is one more thing for you to observe. Julie, get off him please"

Julie rose to her feet and performed a graceful back somersault. Apart from
her still flushed face and the obvious damp patch at her groin, she looked as
fresh as a daisy. Peter, his mind still in turmoil, lay quite still on his
back. He was still unable to comprehend the speed at which events had
unfolded; a routine interview had turned into a mind blowing experience. His
reverie was interrupted by Carol. "Come on Peter, get up now and use this
towel on your face" Her tone of voice was commanding. "There is something else
you need to know"

Peter stood up. He was dishevelled and the mess made by his ejaculation was
smeared across his shorts and stomach. Carol looked at him with an amused
expression on her face and he noticed that she had removed her shoes. She
extended her hand to him and with a puzzled expression on his face, Peter took
it. Instantly Carol twisted his arm into a wristlock of intense cunning and
pain: just as quickly the arm was straightened and Carol raised it in the air,
turned and twisted, pulling down on the wrist as she did so. Peter's feet left
the ground and he was thrown in spectacular fashion to land on the mat with a
resounding crash. His cry of pain echoed around the room. Carol retained her
grip and sinking to her knees, locked his arm under her armpit and locked it
again at the elbow. Her left knee jammed into the side of his head as he was
rolled on his side - he was helpless.

There was a little round of applause from Julie, who was pealing off her
leotard and exchanging it for a silky looking bath robe.

In a cool, calm voice she began to talk to him. "Peter, this is the other
thing you need to know. I am also an expert in the art of unarmed combat. Jiu
Jitsu is my forte, but I can also wrestle and grapple and also box if I need
to. I get a kick out of giving guys a licking and if you ever piss us off,
I'll be the one that deals with you. I know many ways to hurt a man - you are
very vulnerable creatures you know - but don't get me wrong I am not a man
hater, far from it as you will see later on. Now get up and get showered -
Julie will show you to the bathroom and then we'll have another little talk"
Carol released his arm and helped him to his feet. He ached all over and he
felt as if he had been hit by a truck. Julie walked over to him and gave him a
kiss, a deep probing kiss, her tongue like a little snake in his mouth.
"Follow me, Pete baby; we can have a nice shower together if you like"

Later on, showered and refreshed, Peter sat in a comfortable armchair in a
small lounge and with the soothing sounds of a Mozart Piano Concerto playing
softly in the background, he heard about his role in - as Carol called it -
the development of Julie. Julie lounged in chair opposite, wearing just a
T-shirt, jeans and sandals; she looked more like a schoolgirl than ever.
Carol, ever the business woman, sat a small table with a note pad in front of
her.

"Peter, we would like to offer the job of being Julie's training partner. It
won't be easy at times as I am sure you will know. Julie will need to practice
new routines and holds on you - it has got to look authentic, we are not one
of these outfits where men just lie down and let some frail looking bimbo
struggle to apply holds and get them to pretend to suffer as their canary legs
scissor them. Julie is a strong girl and an athlete as you found out. The men
coming here are going to be paying big money to have her give them a hiding.
So we are going to have high standards. Most of your involvement will be in
the evenings and at the weekend; Julie is studying for a law degree and is
going to be a very busy girl and there will be times when I will have to take
the mat in her place.

We also have another girl called Jenny who is competent enough to help out if
required. What we did to you this afternoon was a sweetener, a tempter if you
like; Julie will be instructed that it is business only from now on-
understood? "

Peter nodded "It all seems like a dream to me - how did Julie become so good
at combat? "

"She was orphaned as a young girl; both her parents were killed in a car
crash. As her next of kin - she was an only child- she came to live with me. I
have had quite a chequered career; widowed after one being married briefly and
then married an absolute bastard. As a result of his violence, I went to learn
self defence and kind of got hooked: not only that, I found that I was good at
fighting and Jiu Jitsu was the next step. As soon as Julie was old enough she
went the same way too - only she has far more potential than I have and is a
damned sight more ruthless too! I may have to rein her in at times before she
kills some poor bastard with her face sitting"

Julie pulled a face "Blame that on that big bitch Beth that I went school
with. She was always fighting the boys and after she had creamed them she
always finished sitting on their faces. She told me that there was no doubt
who had won after you had your bum in their faces. She also showed me how you
could bring yourself off by ... ... ... .." Carol interrupted "Yes, we know
all about that, but it is also reasonably important to let the poor bastard
breathe! Julie, there will be men you just want to wrestle you and those who
wanted to be dominated and humiliated and if you are to study law you will
have to be more refined. Nothing wrong with having your little fetishes but
just learn to be more subtle about it"

Turning back to Peter again she said "I guess by now that you have guessed
that I am nothing more than a high class pimp - well it's sort of true but I
consider myself to be meeting a demand. I will draw up a very uncomplicated
contract for you to sign and then we will see how it goes. Now as a starter,
we have got a client tomorrow night -he's one who saw Julie in action at the
club a few weeks ago and wants to wrestle her. This guy isn't a kink, he's
done some wrestling and although he's not a big guy and he's in his 50's, he's
fit and strong - so this should be good. I want you and me to be there as I
think that this will be a test for young Julie. This guy was quite a good
lightweight wrestler in his day from what I can gather. 8.00pm sharp tomorrow
night then"

Carol stood up. The debrief was obviously at an end. Julie also stood and
stretched "Well this could be the beginning of a very beautiful friendship. I
am pleased that you will be there tomorrow night - it will need two of you to
carry the stretcher" Again that girlish giggle. Carol shook her head and said
to Peter quietly "I may have to arrange to have that young lady taken down a
peg or too shortly". She lead the way to the front door; "Good night Peter, I
think that we are destined to have a good long relationship" The same hand
that had been caressing him a short while ago caressed his cheek; Peter his
head still reeling, found himself back out on the street. It had been a
strange almost surreal night. It was as if all his fantasies and dreams had
conspired to meet at a common destination: he had been too shell shocked and
gob smacked to ask too many questions and he felt sure that there was much
more to find out.

The next night the lighting in the Gymnasium was more subdued. Peter and Carol
walked in to find Julie if the middle of her warm-up routine. She was doing
chin-ups on a bar and Peter was amazed at her strength as she bobbed up and
down little a little machine. She dropped to the ground and grinned at them
"Well my audience has arrived I see, but no sign of my opponent as yet. Hasn't
chickened out has he?" She giggled and winked at Peter. Julie was dressed
differently tonight; a grey sports bra and a tight pair of shiny black shorts
was the preferred uniform tonight and Julie's plump thighs and powerful legs
were enhanced by the brevity of the shorts.

"No my little warrior, he most certainly hasn't chickened out - and you would
be wise not to underestimate him either. As I said last night, he was a fairly
good wrestler in his day and I think he will give you a good workout"

Julie shrugged "If you say so Aunty but you told me that guy at the nightclub
was tough and I made a pretzel out of him" She giggled again and performed a
languorous walkover: she looked a picture of health and her hair shone even
under the subdued light. In the distance a door bell chimed and Carol hurried
away to answer it.

Julie looked at me slyly "How's the old body today Peter - not too sore I
hope; and what about the poor old face, I'm afraid it's still got a sat on
look about it" She laughed silently. "I haven't had a session like that for a
while. I wonder if I will get another chance tonight".

The door opened and Carol re-entered the room. "He's arrived and is just
getting changed. Julie, he wants the best of three submissions - no falls. He
also wants no concessions because of his age".

Julie shrugged "Whatever" She leant over into a backbend and said "Sit on my
tummy Peter. See how much weight I can bear - they call this the "Tomb of
Hercules". I was about to ask why when the door opened and her opponent
entered. Julie swayed back to her feet. He certainly wasn't a big man and he
wore a silk bathrobe across his shoulders Napoleon style. Julie giggled
"Everyone has to meet their water place some loo or other, I guess"

"This is Edward" Carol did the introductions. "This is your opponent Julie -
but I know that you have seen her before. Philip here, is Julie's training
partner in training if you like - I hope that you won't mind him sitting in"

Edward shook hands with Peter and bowed toward Julie. "No problems at all, but
please call me Ted" he said, letting his gown slide off his shoulders to the
floor. Carol picked it up, folded it and placed over the back of a chair in
the corner of the room. Ted certainly had a good physique for his age; he was
quite muscular with good legs and with a small tattoo on each arm. He wore a
pair of black Speedo briefs and had a pair of black wrestling boots on. His
head was completely shaved but his skin all over was smooth and lightly
tanned; it contrasted with Julie's creamy white skin. "Ex Merchant Navy man"
Carol whispered in my ear. Ted meanwhile was doing some stretching exercises
and was obviously quite flexible. He would need to be, as Julie was flexible
to the point of contortion.

"Shall we start" Carol asked. Julie as usual was bouncing up and down at the
edge of the mat; she nodded.

Ted, adjusting his briefs, walked on to the mat and waited. Julie stopped
bouncing and advanced to the middle of the mat.

"Begin" said Carol.

Julie immediately went into her wrestler's crouch and arms extended, moved
towards Ted who adopted a similar position and they circled each other warily.
Each knocked an arm away as they attempted to lock up.

Peter, his mouth dry with anticipation, looked at Julie's magnificent plump
backside, tightly encased in the shiny black shorts. Her eyes bored into Ted's
as she circled him. They locked up with a loud slap and they strained against
each other. They appeared to be evenly matched in both height and weight;
Julie broke and attempted a headlock. Ted countered by grabbing her free arm
and attempted a standing arm bar - neither could gain an advantage. So the
impasse went on. Ted ended it by diving at her legs and brought her crashing
down on her back; he grabbed her legs and attempted to lock them under his
arms. Boston Crab, thought Peter. Julie was too quick: arching her back she
twisted quickly and wrenched one leg free and used it to kick Ted solidly in
the chest, causing him to stagger backwards and drop the other leg. Julie did
a backward somersault and landing on her feet, cart wheeled toward her off
balance opponent; grabbing him she threw him over her hip. Ted sprang to his
feet immediately and attacked.

The ice was broken. What followed was amazing ten minutes whilst a dazzling
array of holds were clamped on and broken. Ted was amazing for a man his age,
but gradually Peter could see that he was tiring. Julie looked quite fresh and
was fighting intelligently, concentrating on wearing Ted down with the use of
her main asset, her legs and thighs. There had been a body scissor and a
couple of head scissors which he had escaped. He in turn had tried to work on
Julie's legs - there had been an ankle lock and a spinning leg lock but her
superb flexibility had allowed her to break free. Carol stepped on to the mat
and announced a break just as Julie threw Ted with a cross buttock throw.
Reluctantly she strolled to the edge of the mat and picked up her towel. Ted
got up and also moved to the edge of the mat where he drank some bottled
water, looked across at Peter and grimaced.

Carol stood beside Peter and whispered to him "She's got him. I don't think
it'll be too long now. It'll be her Judo that will make the difference"

Peter looked at her "But it's the best of three, isn't it".

Carol chuckled "When she gets the first submission, the second one will come
very quickly - you'll see"

"OK, off we go again" Carol waved them both to the centre of the mat. Julie
went in to her characteristic crouch, while Ted, a little more upright this
time, approached her cautiously. They locked up again and immediately Ted
tried for a side headlock but Julie popped two knuckles just under his right
rib cage; she obviously found the right spot because Ted grunted and loosened
his grip. Julie turned quickly and threw him over her shoulder in spectacular
fashion. "Ippon seoinage" murmed Carol knowledgeably "The one arm shoulder
throw". Julie, using the same technique that she had used against Peter
yesterday, probed the armpit with her fingers and sprang him to his feet: Ted
looked groggy. Julie threw him over her hip with some force.

"Hane Goshi" advised Carol "The spring hip throw". Julie's giggle made its
first appearance and she winked at her supporters.

He struggled to his feet. Immediately she was on him again: another
spectacular shoulder throw resulted - the crisp splat reverberated around the
room. "Morote Seoinage" Peter's commentator told him "The Two arm shoulder
throw".

Julie had followed him to the mat and applied a head scissors. Ted threshed
and squirmed and drummed his feet on the mat. She loosened her grip for a
second while she yanked his head high up into her thighs; Ted's face was
scarcely visible, lost to view in the large creamy thighs that held his head a
prisoner. "That does it" said Carol "He won't get out of that". Ted's arm
flapped uselessly as he clawed unavailingly at his leggy prison; Julie seized
it and tucking the wrist under her right arm, applied an elbow lock. "Submit"
Julie demanded - all the girlishness had disappeared from her voice. There was
no answer from Ted, apart from his panting breath and the occasional whimper
of pain. Julie tightened her hold and prised up with her forearms on his
trapped elbow "Do you submit?" she asked again. There was no reply. "Come on
submit. You know you're mine; I am in no hurry and there is no way out for
you. If you can't speak, slap the mat" Julie raised her hips off the floor and
applied even more pressure. "Submit" the demand came again"Come on, let me end
it for you. The next step is a broken elbow or strangulation" Ted tapped the
canvas and the muffled cry of "I submit" came from between Julie's thighs.

Julie freed him and rose gracefully to her feet. Ted lay for a moment, his
face beetroot red, and then he got to his feet, massaging his elbow: without
looking in our direction, he headed towards his drink bottle. Julie towelled
her face and body down and adjusted her bra and shorts which had pulled tight
up into the cleft of her bum; she swigged from her drink bottled, looked
across at Peter and Carol and winked. She looked smug and her eyes glittered.

Julie was ready first. Ted slowly put down his drink bottle and wandered back
on to the mat and prepared to meet his doom. Julie repeated her strategy from
the previous evening and somersaulted towards him; Ted backed away quickly but
she was not to be denied. She stopped, grinned and then sprang at him. Linking
her hands behind his neck, she thrust a foot into his abdomen and falling
backwards, she threw him over her head.

"Tomoe nage" Carol said helpfully "The Circle or sacrifice throw".

Julie had followed him as he flew through the air, somersaulting to land
astride his chest. Peter was expecting the school girl pin, but Julie slid
backwards and lacing her legs through Ted's, she clamped on a grapevine. She
seized his wrists and with the benefit of gravity, pinned them easily to the
mat: her legs stretched his captured limbs wide and a yell of pain echoed
around the gym.

"Shush" Julie grinned at him "The neighbours might hear" She spread her legs
wider: he yelled again. Julie lowered her breasts into his face. "That should
keep you quiet" A Julie giggle echoed in her victim's ear. She jerked her legs
wider; a muffled yell this time. "Submit" The demands were starting.

"God - look at that" whispered Carol and pointed. Julie and her victim were
pointing away from them, and with his legs spread incredibly wide behind
Julie's backside, an impressive erection was sticking through his Speedos.
"She's got him all right. It's having her tits in his face that's done that.
What a pity she can't see it"

Julie had raised herself up on her arms again and had re-started her demands.
"Come on submit to me. I have got you again and unless you want a split
personality you had better give in" Unbelievably, she spread his legs wider;
he was almost doing the splits; Ted yelled again. Julie stared down into his
eyes "That noise is music to my ears. The sound of a man in pain - inflicted
by me; I wish we had this taped, I could listen for hours"

Carol walked across to the motionless couple and extending her foot, began to
rub it up and down Ted's erection. He erupted with another loud wail and Julie
bewildered, looked around quickly. "Aunty, that was going to be my reward" She
jerked her legs again. "You dirty little bastard. Right you asked for it"
Julie tensed herself and poured enormous power through her legs and thighs.
They looked huge in comparison to Ted's modest physique. It was all over -Ted
screamed his submission and pounded the mat with his hands.

Julie unlaced her legs and moved quickly to sit astride his shoulders; for a
moment an enigmatic little smile played around her lips and she looked slyly
across at Peter and Carol. Peter's mouth was dry and his heart pounded. The
angles that her body made with her shoulders slightly slumped was so damned
sexy, Peter was feeling quite faint.

"Well Ted, you have been beaten by a 16 year old girl. I will let you up in a
minute, but first I am claiming a little reward" She slid forward and sat on
his face. Giving a deep sigh she paced her hands on her hips and began to move
... ... ... ...

Carol nudged Peter. "Come on; let's leave her to her spoils. I have something
else to show you and another few things you need to know" Peter reluctantly
followed her out the door, behind them on the mat, Ted's body was giving
spasmodic twitches as the young woman look her pleasure.

Part three - "The House of Pain" is to follow