The Wednesday Night Club
By prman, patrick_35@yahoo.com
A reporter discovers a secret women's club at his peril.

My name is Paul Benson.  I'm a reporter for a major daily newspaper 
and I've seen my fair share of strange and odd happenings.  
However, the following totally surprised me - and yet it fascinates 
me to this day.  The events I relate here are true, but for reasons 
that your will understand later, I've had to change the names and 
locations.  

I met him at a bar one night after work - a typical day of 
deadlines and chaos in the newsroom.  He said his name was Peter.  
He asked if I was a reporter from the Times Republican.

"Yes," I replied, "how did you know?"
"Someone told me I could find you here," he said.  He looked to 
be about 25 years old.  He was skinny, about 5'9", light brown 
hair.  He resembled one of those computer geeks that you read about 
- intelligent, but greatly lacking in the personality and body 
departments.  He was disheveled looking, and I didn't know if that 
was normal for him or not.  As thin as he was, he couldn't have 
weighed more than 140 pounds or so.

"What is it you want?" I inquired.
"I need your help.  I can't go to the police; I'm not sure what to 
do.  You've got to help me!" he pleaded.

I could see he was a little agitated.  "Whoa now, son, slow down" 
I told him.  "Sit down, I'll buy you a drink.  We can talk about 
it."  I figured he was in trouble with the mob or the IRS - the 
usual stuff I hear about all of the time.  I waved to the waitress 
to bring another beer.

As he sat and I started looking at him closer, he looked a little 
more than disheveled.  I thought I could see traces of bruises, 
mostly healed, around his eyes and one of his ears didn't look 
quite right, although it was half covered by his hair.  He moved 
stiffly, like he was sore and once in a while he winced, as though 
he was in some pain.

The waitress brought the beer.  "So, Peter, what's the problem?"  
I inquired.  

He waited until the waitress was out of range before speaking.  
"There's something you've got to see.  You have to expose it in 
your newspaper, it's the only way to stop it."  He was very 
serious.
"Expose what?"  I asked. 
"If I described it to you, you wouldn't believe me.  You have to 
come with me and see it for yourself."  He was practically 
begging.
"Listen, Peter.  I've seen just about everything over the years in 
my job.  There's nothing you could tell me that I probably haven't 
seen before."  
"Mr. Benson, please, you have to come.  It's the only way to 
convince you its real."  He was almost sobbing.

I needed a lot more information than he was willing to tell me.  
"Have you done something illegal?" I quickly asked.  I didn't 
want to get involved in something that would get me in trouble too.
He responded quickly.  "No, I haven't done anything!"  Then he 
paused and seemed reluctant to continue.  I stayed silent and 
finally he talked further.  "There are these people who are doing 
bad things, and you've got to write about it in your newspaper.  
It's the only way to stop it."

This was getting a little weird.  "Look, Peter, you better go to 
the police and explain it all to them.  I don't think I want to get 
involved in whatever it is that's going on."
"I already went to the police," he said solemnly. "I don't think 
they believe me and they told me they won't do anything to help."  
He stared at me.  "Please, Mr. Benson, just come with me and see.  
Then if you don't want to help, I'll accept that."  He was 
pleading, practically begging.

I decided I didn't have anything to lose.  If it were something 
illegal, the police probably would have paid attention.  Who knows?  
I might get a good story out of it, maybe a feature.  But, I 
figured it was probably some UFO hoax or something.  In my business 
you never know what might turn up.

"Ok, Peter, you show it to me, whatever it is, and I'll see if I 
can help."  I reached out to shake his hand.  "Please call me 
Paul, " I added.   He tried to smile, but as I gripped his hand I 
saw him wince again.  I don't have an overpowering handshake, by 
any means, and I quickly eased off.  This guy was clearly hurting 
all over, but there were no visible marks.

"Meet me here, tonight, around 9:00," he said quickly and then 
left.  I noticed him looking around as he left, as if he wanted to 
make sure no one was following or noticing him.

I knew nine-o-clock would come came quickly, as I had a lot of 
things to do.  Being a bachelor, I always had to tend to household 
chores: groceries, cleaning, laundry, and all that kind of stuff.  
I was back at the bar around 8:45 and sure enough, Peter showed up 
precisely at nine. 

"Hello Peter," I said trying to start a conversation.  He wasn't 
interested in small talk.
 "Let's go," he said and I followed him out the door.  
"Where's your car?" he asked.  I pointed down the street and we 
headed for my car.  

"It would help if I knew where we were going," I said as I 
started the car.
"Go to the warehouse district, on south 47th.  I'll tell you 
more when we get there."  

He was looking more nervous as time passed and as I drove I noticed 
him scanning other cars, the mirrors, and the side streets.  We 
exited the freeway and were soon in the 47th street area, the 
section of town known as the warehouse district.  

"Turn at left the next stop sign, go two blocks and turn right." 
Paul said.  It was about 9:20 or so and it was getting dark.  I 
drove on, following his directions.

"Park over there." He said, as he pointed to a dilapidated 
building.  I parked next to the building and we got out.  He was 
constantly scanning the area looking for someone or something.  
"We have to walk the rest of the way.  Make sure no one sees us," 
he said as I started following him in the darkness.

The warehouse district was full of old, abandoned buildings.  We 
walked about 3 blocks and saw no one.  Once we saw car headlights 
coming down the street and we ducked quickly into an alley, but the 
car turned before it got near us.  I heard Peter let out a sigh of 
relief.

"Ok, listen," he whispered.   "We're almost there.  When we get 
there, I know a back way in where no one will see us.  You must 
keep quiet and make sure no one sees or hears us."  I nodded and 
followed him.  It was a moonless night and very dark because there 
were very few streetlights.  We arrived at a large, old building 
from the back.  He opened a door that looked like it should have 
been locked and led me inside.  There were no lights and I hung on 
to his shirt, following him as he felt his way.  The air was musty.  

I started to hear voices, lots of them.  It sounded like a small 
crowd, and it sounded like women's voices. Peter led me into a 
room, there was some light coming from a hole in the wall.  "Look 
through there and watch - don't make any sounds," he whispered to 
me.  I looked through the hole and saw a large room, probably the 
main storage area of the old warehouse.  There was some kind of 
boxing or wrestling ring set up and it was well lit.  Around it, in 
much dimmer light, there were lots of tables with 3 or 4 women 
seated at each table.  It looked like some kind of nightclub, but I 
didn't see any men.  

I tried to scan the crowd, but it was difficult seeing everything 
through the small hole and the bright light over the boxing ring 
made it difficult to see anything else.  As I looked I thought I 
saw some women I recognized.  I know most of the big wigs in town 
and I was sure that I saw the police chief's wife sitting at a 
table.  There were a few waiters bringing drinks - young men that 
looked a lot like Peter, small, skinny, and kind of geeky looking.  
They were dressed only in what looked like skintight swimming 
trunks.  This must be some kind of male strip club, I thought to 
myself.

"Keep watching, they'll start soon" Peter whispered to me.
"Start what?" I asked.
"Shhhhh!  Stay quiet and watch," he scolded me.

The brightly lit ring in the center wasn't the raised floor canvas 
type, but looked like a large mat on the floor surrounded by some 
posts with ropes.  I kept watching.

The crowd became quiet and I saw a woman enter the ring with a 
microphone.  She was a beautiful brunette and was wearing a leather 
jacket, tight jeans, and boots.  "Are you ladies ready!" She 
shouted through the microphone.  A big cheer went up from the 
crowd.  It was hard to say how many were there, but I guessed 
around one hundred or so.  

Then I saw a man being led in, flanked on each side by two more 
beautiful women.  He was handcuffed and the women had hold of his 
arms as they led him to the ring.  He was another Peter look-alike, 
skinny, not very tall, probably around 20 or 25 years old, wearing 
only a skimpy, skintight bathing suit. The women leading him were 
bigger then he was and also clad in leather jackets, tight jeans, 
and boots.  They reached the ring, pushed him though the ropes, and 
held him in the center.  He had sort of a vacant, blank look in his 
eyes.

"Returning tonight in our first match is Simon," the lady with 
the microphone said.  The two women holding him raised his 
handcuffed arms as the crowd booed.  Then I heard cheers and saw a 
woman enter the ring.  "Simon will be facing the lovely and 
talented Marissa!" the announcer said.  She had a bikini on and 
she was gorgeous.  She had a tanned, toned body that wasn't skinny, 
but looked firm without being overly muscular.  She had powerful 
looking legs and broad shoulders.  Her dirty blond hair was tied 
back in a pony tail.  If I had to say, I would have guessed she was 
about 5'11" or maybe six foot tall and weighed 150 to 160 pounds, 
around 30 years old.  She was definitely bigger than Simon.  "Ok, 
let's get it on!" the lady with the microphone said and she 
stepped out of the ring.  The two women who had escorted Simon 
unlocked his handcuffs and left the ring.  

Simon rubbed his wrists where the handcuffs had been as Marissa 
approached him quickly.  Without warning she slipped a foot behind 
him and pushed, tripping him backward.  He landed with a thud on 
his butt and Marissa reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him 
up.   She pulled him to his feet, but didn't let go and yanked him 
forward, towards her, raising her knee and ramming it into his 
stomach.  Even I could hear the air being knocked out of him.  The 
all-woman crowd cheered as Simon collapsed, doubled over.  

Marissa stood over him, looking down.  "Get up!" she hollered at 
him.   It looked like Simon had the wind knocked out of him and he 
wasn't moving.  Marissa kicked him.  "Get up and fight, or I'll 
kick your head in!"  That seemed to get him moving as he struggled 
to his feet.  

Although Peter couldn't see because there was only one hole to look 
through, he could hear what was going on.  "Simon got beat up real 
badly last week," he whispered.  "Usually they don't make them 
fight two weeks in a row.  He's going to get it real bad tonight 
too - they don't like it when the man can't put up a good 
struggle."

I listened to Peter and kept watching.   Marissa had Simon in a 
side headlock and was leading him around the ring.  Simon's was 
pushing on her arms to free himself, but it was to no avail.  She 
would periodically jerk hard, squeezing his head unmercifully, as 
the crowd cheered with each groan Simon emitted.  Finally she 
flipped him over her hip, sending him down on his back with her 
landing on top with the headlock still applied.  She worked the 
hold a few more minutes.  Simon was in obvious agony.  Then she let 
go, stood up, and once again ordered him to get up and fight.  

There wasn't much Simon could do.  Somehow, he once again arose and 
she approached him.  He backed away.  She started bouncing, like a 
boxer, and slapping at him lightly - she was playing with him.  He 
tried to defend holding his arms up, but she would feint a few 
times and then get another slap in.  She was smiling, enjoying 
herself, and the crowd was enjoying the show also.  She backed 
Simon into a corner and quickly moved in applying a bear hug, 
trapping his arms.  I could see Simon grimace as the air was 
squeezed out of him.  She lifted him and moved back to the center 
of the ring, once again throwing him down and commanding him to get 
up.  He moved very slowly and as he was on his hands and knees, she 
pounced on his back applying a full nelson.  She sat back and 
easily got her legs around his midsection.  Even though I was a 
good distance away, I could see the outline of her thigh muscles as 
she tightened.  

Simon was helpless in the hold and she held him there, occasionally 
using an extra jolt of power from her thighs to elicit a loud grunt 
from Simon.  The crowd loved it and I couldn't believe it.  Here 
were women, many of them probably mothers and housewives, going 
crazy seeing a man beaten senseless.

Finally, Marissa released him and he slumped to the mat.  She stood 
up and walked around the ring as the crowd cheered.  She walked 
over to Simon several times and kicked him, smiling all the time, 
always getting a few extra whoops and hollers from the crowd every 
time she did.  There was no way Simon was going to get up this 
time.  She was clearly enjoying this a lot.

She used her foot to flip Simon over on his back and reached down 
and ripped his shorts off, spinning them over her head and tossing 
them out to the ladies in the crowd, once again eliciting a lot of 
cheering.  She lay on top of him and applied a grapevine, with 
Simon screaming in pain as she bent his legs.   Then she put on a 
wrestling clinic, applying a variety of holds and Simon was 
powerless to resist.  Each time she got him in a hold, she would 
apply it for several minutes, inflicting intense damage and pain.  
Finally, she laid him out flat on his back - he was totally beaten 
at this point - and sat on his face, using her ass to smother him.  
He struggled feebly and then went limp - I wasn't sure if he was 
dead or just knocked out.  Marissa stood, holding her fists above 
her head as the crowd cheered wildly.  The two ladies wearing the 
leather jackets came back in the ring and carried Simon's limp body 
out.

I looked away from the hole and rubbed my eye.  This was 
unbelievable.   I recounted in my head what I had seen and tried to 
logically evaluate the situation.  Here was a bunch of women, 
gathering in secret for the purpose of watching a man get beaten to 
a pulp, not by another man, but by a woman.  No wonder no one would 
believe Peter - I realized I wouldn't have believed him if he had 
told me.  They were probably committing major crimes: kidnapping, 
assault, and who knows what else.   Yet, if that really was the 
police chief's wife in the crowd, no wonder the police wouldn't do 
anything.  Things were starting to make sense.  I guessed that 
Peter was probably one of the men that they had used for their 
entertainment who had escaped or been let go. 

"Peter, are these men kept here?"  I whispered.
"Yes, they keep us locked up.  I think there's about ten in all.  
I escaped last week.  If they catch me, I know they will kill me."

Then I heard the crowd cheer again and saw that another match was 
about to begin.  "Tell me all about it later," I quietly told 
Peter.  I wanted to see what was going on.  

I heard the announcer.  "We've got a special treat for you 
tonight, some fresh meat!"  she announced.  "We got Joel only 4 
days ago.  He's fresh, strong, and young!  Tonight, to break him in 
properly, we also have one of your favorites ^Ö Alexis!"  The crowd 
cheered their approval as Peter whispered in my ear, "Alexis is 
the worst of them all.  They say she's killed men larger than her 
with her bare hands."

Just like Simon before, they brought in Joel.  He was really 
struggling against the handcuffs and the two big women who were 
holding him.  I'm sure he had no idea what was about to take place.  
Like Peter and Simon, he was the thin, wiry type.  He had really 
skinny legs, a nice flat belly, and a very boyish look to him.  He 
looked to be no more than 18 years old.
 
Then Alexis arrived in the ring and the loudest cheer of the night 
erupted.  I had to blink several times to make sure I was seeing 
right.  She was large, tall, and stunningly beautiful.  I couldn't 
be sure, of course, but I would estimate her to be around 6'1" and 
180 pounds or so.  She was firm, not flabby, with large, thick 
thighs and a muscled appearance to her upper body.  She had dark 
hair, dark eyes, and a dark complexion that made me think she was 
of Greek or Italian descent.  She was wearing a bikini that showed 
off the best parts of her large, powerful body.

She strolled over to Joel, who was still being held by his leather-
clad escorts and smiled and patted his cheek.  She was at least 4 
or 5 inches taller than him and probably out-weighed him by 40 
pounds.  The announcer said "Let's get it on!" and again, like 
before, they unlocked the cuffs and left Joel in the ring with 
Alexis.  Joel seemed to have plenty of energy and as Alexis 
approached him he put up his fists, took a few swings that missed, 
and darted to the side, escaping through the ropes.  The leather 
jacket ladies were right there and grabbed him, threw him back in 
over the rope.  I got the feeling this was like feeding someone to 
the lions.

As he landed, Alexis was on him in a flash, moving surprisingly 
quick.  He was on his stomach, she sat on his back and grabbed his 
arms, twisting them violently.  Joel screamed, the crowd cheered.  
She was saying something, to him but I couldn't hear it.   She 
pinned both his arms behind his back with one of hers, grabbed his 
hair and yanked his head back, and bounced up and down heavily on 
his back.  It looked brutal.  His screaming subsided as he 
weakened.  Alexis arose and kicked him hard in the side, laughing.  
He rolled over on his back, looking up at her and kept rolling away 
toward the rope.  As he got to the side and tried to roll under the 
rope, the escort women were right there keeping him from escaping.  
Alexis approached again and grabbed his hair, raising him to his 
feet.  She moved him away from the ropes, holding him in front of 
her.  Then, as quick as a cat, she jumped up, wrapped her legs 
around his midsection, and they both fell to the mat.  His skinny 
little body was swallowed up by her thighs as she lay on her side 
with him trapped.  He was pounding on her legs and trying to pry 
them open, but that was futile.  I sensed she wasn't even squeezing 
that hard.  

The crowd started to chant, "Go, Alexis, Go!"  She was smiling at 
the crowd and then she looked at Joel and her expression changed.  
He must have said something she didn't like, because she gritted 
her teeth and constricted her legs with a shake that elicited a 
loud scream of pain from her victim.  I'm sure she was cracking his 
ribs, because nothing else could cause that much pain.  Peter could 
hear the screams and asked me "Did she squeeze him with her 
legs?"  
"Yes" I whispered back.
"He won't be much good any longer with broken ribs."

Peter seemed to know what was happening even though he couldn't see 
it.  I wasn't about to relinquish my view through the only peephole 
we had.  

She was playing with the poor boy, relaxing her scissors, letting 
him breath, only to grit her teeth and squeeze him unmercifully 
over and over.  Finally, after about 10 minutes, I think she sensed 
the crowd was getting tired of watching the same thing and she 
opened up her legs, grabbed his hair, and roughly pulled his head 
between her thighs, very close to her crotch where her thighs were 
the thickest.  Joel's head was barely visible between her thick 
thighs.    She rolled onto her back, and clamped her thighs shut as 
she pulled his head toward her crotch.  Once again she let up the 
pressure briefly and then clamped on even harder.  Joel was almost 
limp by now and Alexis open up her thighs, grabbed his hair, and  
rubbed his face hard, back and forth against her crotch.  She 
smiled looking out at the audience.  The women in the audience were 
whooping and hollering as Alexis used his face as a sexual toy.

She let go, pushed his head roughly away and stood up as Joel lay 
limp on the mat.  I thought I could hear him moaning.  I figured 
the match was over, but then Alexis strolled over to him, flipped 
him on his back and stood straddling his head.  Her large bottom 
descended down onto his face, in a reverse facesit, and she grabbed 
his crotch roughly, jerking on his member.  She then grabbed his 
legs, pulling them back and pinning them under her arms.  His ass 
was up in the air and his back was bent unmercifully.  She wiggled 
her ass on his face, covering him completely.  Finally, she lifted 
his arm and let go and when it dropped straight down, she got off.  
He was out cold.  The crowd applauded their approval and the 
announcer  entered the ring, raising Alexis's arm.  The two leather 
jacket women came and hauled poor Joel out of there.

The announcer entered the ring again.  "Ladies, are you having a 
good time?"  She was keeping the crowd fired up.  "Well, then," 
she said, "let's welcome our next fighter, Rebecca!"  Rebecca 
entered the ring.  She was a redhead, very pretty, wonderful body, 
and very sexy but not as big as the last two fighters.  I 
would've guessed around 135 pounds, 5'7" or so.  She had a 
beautiful face and was smiling broadly, bouncing around the ring, 
getting the all-woman crowd fired up.  She didn't look like a 
fighter, she looked more like a girl you would want to take home to 
meet your parents.  I could hardly take my eyes off her - I always 
had a thing for redheads.

Since she wasn't big or muscular. She looked more like a dancer or 
cheerleader - I wondered how she would do against someone who might 
be her own size or bigger.  Then I got my answer as they brought in 
the next man.  He was a Michael J. Fox look-alike - very small, 
nice looking young man.  I would say about 5'4", no more than 120 
lbs.  Rebecca looked big compared to him.  The crowd seemed to like 
him, as they weren't booing him like they did for the others.   The 
women who dragged him into the ring towered over him.   He was like 
a cute little puppy to the women in the audience - maybe they all 
wanted to take him home and beat him up themselves, I thought.  The 
announcer said his name was David and signaled for the match to 
start as she left the ring.  I could see the pattern clearly now, 
the women were always matched against a man significantly smaller 
or weaker than them, assuring them an easy victory.

Rebecca was smiling as they left her and David alone in the ring.  
David seemed to know what was up, probably because he wasn't a 
newcomer, but he still looked relatively fresh.  Perhaps they took 
it easy on him because he was so cute.  He crouched and they 
circled each other.  Rebecca feinted towards him a couple of times 
and he jerked back each time, causing giggles in the audience.  
Finally, Rebecca dove quickly towards him driving her shoulder into 
his midsection and sending them both down.  She grabbed his wrists 
and quickly moved atop him securing a grapevine, immobilizing him 
beneath her.  As I watched, I was thinking how exciting it would be 
to have her on me like that.

She didn't seem to press the hold very hard, and was content to 
hold him there.  He was struggling, but every time he tried to free 
himself, she would press the grapevine a little harder and he 
calmed down.  She released the hold and rolled off to the side, 
grabbing his head in a headlock.  She twisted his head as she 
snaked her legs around his belly.  As she squeezed, she worked 
herself behind him, in a sitting position, and applied a full 
nelson.  The combination hold was locked solid and she squeezed him 
hard as she bent his neck down.  He was moaning.  I heard a woman 
in the audience yell "Take it easy on him, Becky!"  Rebecca was 
smiling and loosened up the hold, releasing her legs, but not the 
full nelson.  She rolled him over on his stomach as she lay on his 
back, with the nelson still applied.  She seemed to having a lot of 
fun controlling him.  I could hear a woman yelling in the crowd 
"Take his shorts off!"  By this time, the women had plenty to 
drink and were getting more rowdy.

Rebecca released poor David, and he sat in the middle of the mat 
rubbing his neck.  She held out her hand and helped him to his 
feet.  She wasn't in any hurry to destroy him like the other 
matches, and I thought maybe she liked him a little and perhaps was 
feeling sorry for him.  After he was on his feet, she approached 
him, slapped his arms out of the way and applied a bear hug.  Then 
she kissed him on the neck, ear, and mouth as the crowd roared 
their approval, while tightening the bear hug.  Once again I 
couldn't help thinking how sexually attracted I was to her and how 
watching this was turning me on.

Nevertheless, the bear hug was having its effect on little David, 
and he was getting very red faced and weak.  Rebecca finally let 
him go, but she may have done more damage than she planned, because 
he fell to the mat as she released him, exhausted and out of 
breath.  

Then, Peter whispered to me "We've got to go now. It's almost 
11:00 and they will be leaving soon."
 
I didn't want to leave, I wanted to watch more, but Peter insisted, 
warning me that if we didn't leave now they might discover us.  I 
reluctantly agreed and tore myself away from the peephole.  Peter 
led me back out, warning me to be very quiet and we made our way 
down the street and back to my car.  As we drove away I started 
thinking about what I had just seen.  These women were somehow 
capturing these men, and using them for their entertainment.  I'm 
almost certain one of the women in the audience was the police 
chief's wife.  How many other well-heeled women were there, I 
wondered?  Were they living out their fantasies of seeing men 
dominated and beaten?  Many were probably ordinary housewives, or 
office secretaries living in a male dominated world.  Was this 
their escape, their odd way of getting revenge?

"How often does this go on?" I asked Peter.
"Every Wednesday night," he replied.
"And you were one of the guys they captured?"
"Yea, about two months ago.  Every two weeks they made me fight.  
It usually took that long just for my injuries to heal."
"When did you escape?" I asked.
"Three days ago.  They forgot to lock the door to the room they 
kept me in after they fed me and I snuck out.   If they had caught 
me, they would have been real mad - I don't even want to think what 
they would have done to me.  I've been hiding ever since.  I can't 
go back home.  They know where I live.  I went to the police and 
they didn't believe me - they just laughed at me.
"You can stay with me until we figure out what to do."  
"No thanks, I'm leaving town.  If they ever catch me again, they 
might kill me.  I've got to get out of here.  You've got to promise 
me you will get this stopped."  He sounded desperate. 
"I'll do what I can."  I replied.

We drove on, back towards the suburbs where I live.  "You can stay 
at my place tonight," I offered.
"Ok, but I'm leaving town tomorrow."
"How many men do they keep there?"  I asked.
"I'm not sure, because they don't let us see each other very 
often.  I'm pretty sure there's at least a dozen or so."  
"How did they get you there in the first place?"  
"A woman came up to me in a bar and asked if I wanted to go to a 
party.  She was very pretty.  I went with her and when we got 
there, three women grabbed me and started beating me.  Next thing I 
knew, I was locked in a room.  It is just like a prison.   One 
Wednesday night, the guy that was in the room with me got beat up 
so bad, he couldn't hardly move for days.  They finally came and 
took him away and no one has seen him since."

We arrived at my house.  He went straight to the couch and fell 
asleep almost immediately.  I was so agitated by the whole 
evening's happenings that I couldn't fall asleep.  I kept running 
everything over again in my mind.  I began to realize that in some 
way what I had saw excited me, in a deep and erotic way - 
especially the redhead, Rebecca.  The way she used her body on that 
guy, the way she controlled him.  I knew I had to see it again.  
Despite my promise to Peter, I decided not to do anything right 
away, but to sneak in again next Wednesday and watch.  I told 
myself that I had to make sure this was a regular thing, but deep 
down I knew I just wanted to see it all happen again.  I finally 
dozed off and slept through my alarm until 9:00.  There was no sign 
of Peter anywhere.

The days passed slowly as I continually thought about the mixed 
wrestling event I had seen.  I could hardly wait until the next 
Wednesday when I could go again and watch one more time.  On 
Sunday, I drove to the warehouse where it was and went around the 
block several times.  I didn't see any activity or even any 
suspicious looking parked cars.  They certainly were keeping it a 
secret - no one would have suspected anything unusual going on 
around there.  One of my co-workers commented to me about my 
daydreaming and it was tough to concentrate on my work during those 
days.

Wednesday finally arrived and I set out for the building just 
before it got dark, figuring it would be dark enough for me to 
sneak in unnoticed by the time I got there.  I parked in the same 
place and walked to the back door, just like before.  But it was 
locked.  I looked around.  It was a big building and I found 
another door on the west side that was open and I went in. I was in 
a stairwell and the only way to go was up, so I climbed the stairs 
and found a door at the top that was locked.   Frustrated, I went 
back down and as I reached the bottom, the door opened and three 
women came through.  I recognized them as the brunette who had been 
the master of ceremonies and the two women who had brought the men 
into the ring.

"Well ladies, what have we here?  A spy?"  The brunette said, 
blocking my way to the door.  The other two moved beside me.  
"Excuse me ladies, I got lost.  Sorry to bother you."  I knew it 
was a feeble excuse.
"What's your name?"  she asked me.
"Paul.  Paul Benson, and if you don't mind I'll just be on my 
way."  Something told me I shouldn't have given her my real name.
"Paul Benson," she repeated, "Hmmm.  Sounds familiar.  Aren't 
you with the city newspaper?"
"No, " I lied.  "You must be thinking of someone else."
"I don't think so," she stated calmly.

The ladies at my side grabbed my arms and held me and the brunette 
delivered a punch to my gut that was as hard as anything I've ever 
felt.  The air rushed from my lungs and I tried to double over, but 
the two women at my side held me up.  She punched me again.  They 
let me go and I fell to my knees clutching my gut.  She moved over 
me and had one leg on each side of my head, pulled my head between 
her thighs and clamped down, squeezing like a vice on my head and 
neck.  I couldn't move.  I must have blacked out soon after that.

I woke with a tremendous headache.  I was in a small room, no 
windows, and one door.  The door was solid and locked.  There was a 
cot, a lawn chair, a single light bulb in the middle of the 
ceiling, a sink and toilet.  There were some magazines on the 
floor.  In the corner, on the floor, there was a small black and 
while TV.  An old throw rug was in the middle of the room.  A lot 
like a prison cell, I thought.  

I could occasionally hear what sounded like muffled voices, but 
couldn't make out the words.  I started immediately thinking of 
ways to escape, examining every inch of the walls and ceiling, but 
could see no weaknesses.  There was only a small air vent in the 
ceiling.  I washed my face and sat down in the chair and started 
looking through the magazines.  They were all BDSM magazines 
related to female domination.  A few were specialty magazines that 
featured women fighting men.  One in particular, had pictures and 
stories of scantily clad women wrestling men and, in all cases, 
beating them.  It was fascinating - I never suspected anything like 
this even existed.  I also found it turned me on, as I was thumbing 
through and reading some of the letters and articles.

I heard some footsteps.  The door opened and in came the three 
women who had beat me and captured me.  The brunette introduced 
herself as Victoria.  
"And this is Beth and Ann, " she said, pointing to the women at 
her side.  "I see you are enjoying some of the magazines."  She 
smiled and took the wrestling magazine from my hands.  "This is 
one of my favorites," she said.  "Now, why don't you tell us how 
you found this place?"  She wasn't smiling any more.
"I was lost and was looking for a phone."  I said, lying again.
"Why didn't you just use the phone in your car?  We found it about 
3 blocks from here.  Why did you park there and walk all this way 
and choose this building?"  
She wanted the truth, but I couldn't tell her about Peter.
"Ok, ok.  I had an anonymous phone call, I get them all the time 
at the newspaper.  They said there were some illegal teenage 
parties going on here and I thought maybe I could get a story."

I could tell by her expression that she didn't believe that one 
either.  "Well girls, " she said, "maybe he'll tell us after 
Alexis shows him the value of telling the truth.  Prepare him."   
Beth and Ann grabbed me and before I knew it I was on the floor, 
face down, and they slapped the handcuffs on me.  They ripped off 
my shirt, pulled off my pants, shorts, everything.  Beth produced a 
some bikini-like shorts and they put them on me, making some 
comments about the size of my manhood as they did it.  Jerking me 
to my feet, they grabbed each arm with a very hard grip.  "No so 
hard!" I said, hoping they would ease off a little.

I knew what was coming.  I was going to be led into the arena-like 
room to face the dreaded Alexis - the one who destroyed that poor 
dude last week and the one that Peter said was the meanest.  Sure 
enough, they took me out, down a hallway.  It was filled with 
doors, probably all of them rooms that they used to keep the men 
locked up.  We went down some stairs and soon I could hear the 
sounds of the all-woman audience as we neared the show room.  We 
stopped at the entrance and I heard Victoria, the announcer, say 
"We've got a minor change in the program tonight, that I'm sure 
you'll enjoy.  It seems we've had a man sneaking around our club in 
places he never should have been.  Alexis has graciously agreed to 
show him his proper place in the world, for all of us to see. His 
name is Paul, please welcome him to our club."  With that, Beth 
and Ann led me out, painfully holding my harms with strong grips.  
I didn't resist and went right to the middle of the ring.  The 
crowd was really booing loud as I entered.

"Here she is, your favorite and mine, Alexis!"  Victoria 
announced as Alexis came out and entered the ring.  Loud cheers 
erupted.  I scanned the crowd, looking for women that I might 
recognize, but the lights were so bright over the ring that I 
couldn't see very well into the darkened seating area.  

I sized up the situation.  I was bigger than those man-boys they 
had here last time.  I thought that one-on-one, maybe Alexis 
couldn't handle me since I was 5'11", 175 pounds.  I wasn't in 
very good shape, however, spending most of my time behind a desk, 
on the couch, or in a bar.  Nevertheless, I used to be a pretty 
good athlete and I thought that would serve me well.  I figured I 
would wrestle her, maybe to a stalemate, and that would end it.  
Maybe then I could make a run for it afterwards when they weren't 
expecting it.

Then I looked over at Alexis.  She was in the corner, staring at 
me, not smiling.  She had on a black, one-piece, lycra suit, not 
the bikini she wore the week before.  She looked menacing, but 
still very sexy.  As they unlocked the handcuffs, I smiled over at 
her, but her expression never changed.  Beth and Ann left me there, 
alone with Alexis in the ring.  

I had no idea what to do.  Alexis just kept staring at me, moving 
very slowly away from the corner towards me.  I didn't know whether 
to attack her, punch her, or what to do and like an idiot I just 
stood there watching her, like I was hypnotized - and maybe I was 
because she never took her dark, sexy eyes from mine as she 
approached me, slowly, like a snake sneaking up on its prey.  She 
got about four feet from me and stopped, still staring directly in 
my eyes, with a very serious look on her face.  I couldn't help but 
look up and down her body, it was so perfect.  My original 
estimates that she was 6'1" and about 180 pounds didn't seem too 
far off, now that she was this close.  She was definitely a few 
inches taller, and her body was large, but I could see no fat ^Ö 
just wide hips, thick, muscular thighs, beautiful breasts that I 
wanted to reach out and touch, broad shoulders, and lovely, 
shoulder-length dark hair.  She captivated me.

"So, do you like my body?" she asked in a soft, low voice, which 
was a little menacing.
"Uh..uh..sure!  It's very nice." I replied, stammering like an 
idiot.
"That's good,"  she said, approaching ever closer as I started to 
back away.  "What's the matter, Paul, are you afraid of me?  Are 
you afraid of a woman?"
"Uh..no.  Your very beautiful."  I said, with a hint of fear in my 
voice, not knowing what else to say.
"I'm glad you think so."  She was almost touching me now, those 
wonderful breasts just inches from my chest.  Several people in the 
crowd were yelling out things like "C'mon Alexis, kill him!"

She noticed me staring at her body.  "Do you want to feel my 
breasts?"  she asked.
"uh..um.."  I didn't know what to say.
"What's the matter, big boy, am I too much woman for you?"  She 
was as close as she could get without touching me.  I knew 
something was going to happen soon, so I raised my arms and shoved 
her.   I thought I pushed her fairly hard, but she only went back a 
little ways.  

"Your're going to have to do a lot better than that, big boy."  
She was egging me on.  I went to push her again and she grabbed my 
arms, fell back pulling me with her and placing her foot on my 
chest as she fell, throwing me flying over her across the ring.  I 
landed with a thud.  I was completely startled - it happened so 
fast I couldn't believe it.  As I began to get up she was on me, 
behind me, with an arm snaked around my throat.  She pulled me to 
my feet, her arm tight around my neck, and was whispering in my ear 
"You're all mine, big boy.  I heard you've been snooping in places 
where you don't belong.  You should know that we don't take kindly 
to spies."  I felt her knee pushing against my back as she pulled 
my head backwards.  Then she stepped aside and threw me violently 
down on the mat.  Another hard landing that almost knocked the wind 
from me.  

Before I could recover she was on me again, jumping and landing 
hard on my stomach, straddling me.  She quickly pinned my arms 
above my head and moved up, sitting on my chest, looking down at 
me.  "Come on, big boy, fight me!" she teased.  "We want to give 
the crowd a good show, don't we?"  I struggled and tried to buck 
her off, but it was useless, the strength in her grip was way too 
much.  She got off, still holding my wrists and pulled me to my 
feet and yanked me toward her.  She got me in a side headlock and 
tightened it, squeezing my head against her side and breast, 
twisting my head hard.  She threw me down over her hip and landed 
on top of me, releasing the headlock.  We locked hands and she 
rolled to the side, I pushed and rolled on top of her.  "That's 
better, big boy.  You may have some potential after all" she 
sneered.  I got the feeling that I was able to do this only because 
she let me.  Letting go of my wrists, she locked her arms around my 
chest and squeezed, rolling me onto my back with her on top and on 
over again so that we were rolling across the ring with her locked 
onto me like a vine locks onto a tree trunk.  

As we struggled, she snaked her legs around mine in a grapevine, 
stopped our movements with her on top, and forced my legs apart.  I 
felt searing pain in my knees.  She had long legs and her breasts 
were right above my face as she inflicted tremendous pain with the 
hold.  I closed my eyes and grimaced at the pain.  "Look at me!" 
she commanded, pushing my legs apart even harder.  I looked up only 
to see her breasts come smashing on my face.  "I saw you staring 
at me.  This is what they feel like, big boy."  I was gasping for 
breath as she smothered me with one and then the other breast.  

I don't know how long this continued, but between the pain in my 
legs and the near suffocation, I was losing my senses.  Then, 
mercifully, she stopped, released to hold and got up.  My knees 
were pulsing with pain and I was gasping for breath.  She stood 
over me.  "You haven't even felt these thighs yet, big boy.  
They're my best weapons.  I figured you would be a little tougher 
than this.  You better fight better than that."  

I already felt like I'd been through a meat grinder and she was 
telling me to fight harder.  I wasn't sure I could get up, but I 
did get to sitting position.  "Jesus, we haven't got all night," 
she said.  "You are pathetic for a man of your size."  I somehow 
found the energy to arise on very wobbly knees.  I was treated to 
another violent throw as she hooked my arm and sent me flying head 
over heels.  Almost as soon as I landed I felt her hands around my 
neck, lifting me.   She dropped down on me, getting her thighs 
around my gut, as she rolled me onto my back.  She lay on her side, 
her head on her elbow and started squeezing, slowly at first, but 
with ever increasing pressure.  I thought of a boa constrictor as 
the pressure slowly increased. 

"Let me tell you a few things, big boy."  She began talking as 
she squeezed. "First, you have no idea what we are capable of.  
Second, you will never, ever tell another soul about this place.  
Fortunately for you, we have rules here about how far we will go - 
you won't be killed, unless it is by accident."  With that she 
sent a pulse of power to her legs and the force was paralyzing.  I 
screamed in pain and could hear the crowd cheering.  She relaxed, I 
breathed, and she did it again.  Over and over this continued until 
I was crying from the pain, hoping beyond hope she would stop.  
Finally it ended, she released me, shoving me out of the way with 
her foot.  I was gasping for breath, totally exhausted and weakened 
from her onslaught, laying flat on the mat, unable to move.  My 
entire body seemed to hurt.

She wasn't done.  She came over to me, kneeled down beside me.  
"They told me you had a nice thingy, big boy.  Why don't we have a 
look?"  She pulled the skimpy shorts off me, leaving me naked on 
my back.  I could hear the crowd whooping it up.  She crawled over 
me, facing my feet, her muscular ass above my face.  She started 
massaging my cock and sat down on my face.  I was getting hard as 
she massaged me and wiggled her ass onto my face, burying my nose 
deep.  She adjusted her position until she was covering my nose and 
mouth completely - cutting of my breath as she continued to work on 
my cock with her hands.  I felt her squeeze my balls and struggled 
frantically for breath.  She was knocking me out, but at the same 
time keeping me sexually excited with her attack on my manhood.

I don't know what happened after that, because when I woke up I was 
back in the room, alone.  I had no idea what time it was.  I tried 
to get up and felt pains everywhere as I moved.  I laid on the cot 
and went to sleep, despite the pain.  

I awoke again, with no sense of time.  After a while, the door 
opened and Beth or Anne, I couldn't remember which was which, came 
in.  She was dressed in a halter-top and some jean shorts and 
sandals - not the leather jacket and boots I had always seen her in 
before.  She was very pretty.  I then realized that I was still 
naked and tried to cover up, looking embarrassed.  

"I brought you some clothes and food.  Alexis beat you pretty bad 
last night, but you deserved it.  You never should have come 
here."  
"Why are you being so nice to me, Beth?" I asked.
"I'm Anne, not Beth.  I don't know.  I guess I feel a little sorry 
for you.  You look like a nice guy."  I was sitting on the cot and 
she walked over and sat down next to me, examining me.  "Your 
injuries aren't severe, you'll recover in a week or so.  Alexis 
knows how to beat someone without breaking bones or causing 
permanent damage - unless she wants to."

She touched me, put her hand in my hair, looking into my eyes.  She 
reached down and gabbed my naked cock, which was quickly getting 
erect.  "You have such a nice cock," she said in a very sexy 
voice, massaging me gently until I was fully hard.  Then I heard 
footsteps in the hallway.  Anne quickly got up and I grabbed the 
clothes slipping on shorts and pants as fast as I could.

The door opened and Victoria came in with Beth right behind her.  
"So, Mr. Paul Benson, did you enjoy meeting Alexis last night?"
"You better let me go.  People will be looking for me."
"They'll never look here, Mr. Benson.  I suspect no one knows 
where you are.  No one would believe you, anyway.  Anyway, here's 
the deal:  You're too big and too old to be a regular in our shows 
here.  We like the men to be young and small.  You are lucky - I'm 
going to let you go, but first I'm going to tell you a little more 
about us, to satisfy your reporter's curiosity. "

"We're a private club, a women's only club, as you might have 
surmised.  The women pay $500 per month to belong.  Every Wednesday 
night, we have our little meetings.  There are several prominent 
women from the community who belong.  We have a waiting list for 
membership - it's very popular.   We have some out of town members 
who fly in from time to time."

"We capture men and keep them here, usually letting them go after 
they 10 weeks or so.  By that time, their bodies are so damaged 
that they aren't much use to us anymore. "

"Now, Mr. Benson, we know where you live, we know everything about 
you."  She grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet, her face just 
inches from mine.  She continued in a low, menacing voice.  "If 
you ever, ever tell anyone or write anything about this we will 
find you and we will destroy you.  If you ever come back here, we 
will destroy you."  She bent my head back.  She finally released 
me.  "Mr. Benson, I strongly advise you to take my warning very 
seriously - this is not a joke."  

With that she grabbed my head in a headlock and wrestled me down to 
the floor.  I was still hurting so bad from the night before, I 
couldn't resist.  She straddled me and got me in a reverse head 
scissor.  Once again I felt the vice-like pressure on my head 
building as her legs constricted the blood to my brain.  

I woke up in my car, beside the building, no one around.  The keys 
were in the ignition, my wallet ont the dashboard.  There was a 
note on the steering wheel.  It said:

Mr. Benson, 
We enjoyed your visit.  Do not come back.  Remember my warning.  
Yours Truly, 
Victoria

I drove home, called in sick, and didn't go back to the office for 
a week.  It took that long for me to be able to wake up without 
pain in my head, chest, and knees.  

It's been six months since that happened and I have been too scared 
to do or say anything.  I ordered some mixed wrestling magazines 
and videotapes.   I think about it every day.  I finally wrote 
this, changed all the names and I'm sending it in to this web site 
- I had to tell someone about this.  I'm trying to figure out a way 
to go back there, and when I do I'll write about it again.