TV Tussle #2: Monica and Chandler
by BeegBoy
She loves to watch him struggle in her embrace.


Chandler entered the girls' apartment and found Monica alone in
the kitchen preparing a list for her next catering order.  She
gave him a cheery greeting and went back to her list, or started
to, before he interrupted her train of thought to inquire about
his roommate.

"You seen Joey?  I thought he might be over here."
"Nope, he went to the movies with Phoebe, and Rachel's still at
work, so it's just you and me," she replied coyly with a pert
grin.
"Oh, gosh," Chandler replied as he approached her, "whatever can
the two of us do all alone?"  Monica giggled as he moved closer
and their lips met in a passionate kiss.  They were still keeping
their new relationship a secret from the others, but the others
weren't around at the moment.  The kiss continued and soon they
were locked in a tight embrace in which they lingered until
Monica gently pushed him away.

"Whoa, not now lover, I've got to finish getting ready for this
catering job, it's a big one!
"Finish it later," Chandler pleaded as he hugged her again, "you
can work on that list in front of the others, but we can't make
out with them here!"
"Ohhhh.....," her voice trailed off as she relented and returned
his embrace, "you feel so good to hold, like a big, soft, cuddly
teddy bear!"
"Yeah," he started to reply, "I'm just a big, soft....what!!  I
may be tender and loving, Monica, but guys generally don't like
to be thought of as soft!"

"Oh, but you are!" Monica purred, "That's what I love so much
about you.  I don't want a hardbody jock type, I want someone
like you I can protect and care for!" 
"You.....protect me?" he questioned as he took hold of her arms
and gently moved her away from him so they were separated by a
foot or two.  As he held her upper arms he noticed how hard her
biceps were, but they were, after all, small biceps.  Monica was
slender and she stayed in shape, but she was hardly in a position
to "protect" him.  Monica noticed his attention to her arms and
reached up with her own hands and grabbed his.  Chandler's biceps
were much larger, but they yielded easily under the pressure she
exerted with her fingers.
"See!" she giggled, "You're just a big softy!  You've been 
sitting at a desk pushing pencils for too long.  But don't be so
concerned.....that's the way I like you!"

She gave his arms a final, sharp squeeze before releasing him
that caused him to visibly wince.  As she did it he felt her
biceps grow even larger in his own hands, and they remained every 
bit as hard.  He stood there, alternately massaging his sore
upper arms with a bewildered expression on his face while Monica
watched him with a cocky smile.  She flexed her arms to display
her smooth, rock hard muscles for him.

"Nobody better mess with my sweet Mr. Softy!" she teased, "or
I'll clean their clock for 'em!!"
"Oh, come on Monica!" Chandler flustered, "You don't really think
you're stronger than I am, do you!?"
"It doesn't really matter......," she began, but was interrupted
by the telephone ringing.
Monica picked up the receiver with her left hand and began to
speak as she placed both her elbows on the counter.
"Oh, hello Mrs. Deidrich, yes, I'm preparing your catering order
right this minute.  Do you want to make any changes?"

As Monica continued talking Chandler kept contemplating what she
was saying to him when the phone rang.  He stepped up to the
counter, placed his right elbow on it, slid his right hand into
hers and tightened his grip.
"We'll see who's stronger!" Chandler thought to himself as he
began exerting pressure against her arm to force it down.  But
Monica's arm didn't move down, it didn't move at all.  Surprised
at his inability to make any progress, he increased the amount of
force being applied, but her arm still held his solidly at the
starting position.  Even more troubling to him, her biceps wasn't
as large as it had been when she flexed for him, indicating that
she was holding him to a tie without even exerting the full level
of resistance she was capable of.  

But what really devastated Chandler was when, with sweat breaking
on his brow and his teeth clenched, he looked towards Monica and
realized she was still chatting nonchalantly on the phone and
facing away from him!  Their armwrestling contest was one sided
in more ways than one; she wasn't even aware of it, and she was
holding him to a draw while being totally oblivious to both him
and the competition they were involved in!
"My God!" Chandler shouted to himself inside his head, "She
doesn't even realize I'm armwrestling with her, she doesn't even
know it!!"

"No, that won't be a problem at all, Mrs. Deidrich, just let me
add a few items to my list......."  Needing her right hand to
write with, Monica finally looked in Chandler's direction, saw
the struggling man gripping her hand and began to giggle when she
fully understood what was happening.
"What?  Oh, no, Mrs. Deidrich, I just thought of something funny,
that's all!"
She locked eyes with him as the struggle continued briefly.  Her
eyes bright with laughter and confidence, his wide with strain
and disbelief as she slowly and gently forced his arm halfway
down to defeat.  Then, Monica grinned, blew Chandler a kiss and
slammed his arm down to the counter.   She released his hand and
picked up her pen to continue adding to her list.
"OK, Mrs. Deidrich, that's no problem, fine!  Yes, I'll see you
this weekend, goodbye!"  Monica hung up the phone and put her
hands to her mouth to muffle her laughter.  
 
"Oh, Chandler, I never realized how cute you look when you're
struggling like that!  Let's do it again so I can watch the whole
thing from the beginning!!"
"Stop that, dammit, it's not funny!" Chandler barked at her,
"Stop treating me like some kind of wimp!"
"But I told you, I don't like jocks, sweetie," she replied, "I
like my big, soft teddy bear!"  She stepped forward and embraced
him tightly, placing her head on his shoulder.  She wanted to be
sweet and comfort him, but couldn't help thinking about how
easily she'd beaten him at armwrestling and added, "who cares if
you're something of a wimp, you're my wimp and I love you!"

"Don't call me a wimp!" he protested as he pushed her arms off
him and stepped back, "I am not a wimp!  Here, look!!" 
Chandler stepped towards Monica and placed his hands under her
shoulders into her armpits, drew in a deep breath and began to
lift her up off the floor.  His arms began to quiver slightly as
his hands raised above his head and the quiver quickly spread
throughout his entire frame as his arms began to visibly shake. 
He had Monica nearly two feet off the floor but couldn't lift her
any higher.  Chandler was trying to extend his arms out and up
straight so he could lock them into position but his strength
wasn't up to the task.  His arms remained slightly bent at the
elbows as he struggled with Monica's weight to keep her aloft.
Monica looked down at him and began giggling again.

"Oh, I really mean it sweets, you are so darn cute when you're
straining and struggling like that!  Aw, am I too heavy for my
soft, puny teddy bear?!"
Her words cut into him but all he could do was grunt as he
continued trying to lift her higher, or at least hold her up
where she was.  Finally, his reserve strength ebbed and he placed
her back on the floor.  He placed her down do quickly, in fact,
that it looked more as if he'd dropped her but managed to hold
onto her.
"Well, Mr. Muscle," Monica teased the exhausted man, "according
to the kitchen clock you held me up for a whole forty seconds!"
Chandler couldn't believe it, to him it had felt more like forty
minutes.

"Now, teddy bear, let me show you how it's done!"  Before he
could react Monica placed her hands in Chandler's armpits the
same way he had placed his in hers.  With a carefree smile she
began to lift him slowly off the ground, but it wasn't his weight
that caused her to move slowly, she was simply demonstrating to
Chandler how much stronger she truly was.  Indeed, whereas he had
pushed and strained to straighten and lock his arms, Monica let
her arms remain slightly bent to emphasis how easily she could
handle his weight, despite the fact that he outweighed her by at
least thirty five to forty pounds.

Monica's arms and frame were firmly set and steady with no trace
of shaking or quivering as she raised and lowered Chandler
several times as if he was a barbell she was working out with,
but his feet never touched the ground.  
"Upsy daisy and downsy daisy!" she teased the bewildered Chandler
as she casually boosted him up and down with her powerful arms,
"Upsy daisy and downsy daisy......is my sweet little teddy bear
enjoying the ride?!"
Finally she lifted him up with her arms fully extended and held
him aloft for several minutes without any apparent effort. 
Embarrassed by the whole situation and helpless while being held
aloft, Chandler grabbed Monica's forearms with his hands and
began pushing feebly at them.

"C'mon, Monica, put me down.....put me down!" he insisted.
"Oh, how cute, teddy bear's struggling again!  First he struggled
to hold me up and now he's struggling to get himself back down!"
She used a squeaky, little girl voice to tease him with as he
continued pushing at her forearms and he began to shake his legs
in a futile attempt to throw her off balance.  Finally, Monica
placed him down, but not on his feet.  Instead she stepped back
toward the counter so when she put him down he was sitting on it. 
She placed him there the way a mother might place her infant son,
except for the fact that he was a grown man several inches taller
than her.

"Now, you just sit there and be a good, little boy!" Monica
teased, "and maybe I'll get you a cookie!"
"Stop it, dammit, STOP IT!!" Chandler spat out as he jumped to
his feet, "This isn't funny, Monica, it's embarrassing as hell!"  
"Oh honey, I'm sorry....I really am." she said to him gently and
sincerely.  She truly was sorry, she cared a great deal for
Chandler, both as a lover and a friend.  "I just got carried away
I guess.  I know this sounds crazy or even a little kinky, but it
really turned me on!"
"What turned you on?" he inquired.
"Seeing you struggle, it....it really turned me one," Monica
answered honestly.  "Like I said, I know you're not exactly a
jock type, but I never dreamed I could actually overpower you
like that and watching you struggle, seeing you so helpless, it
actually sort of turned me on..."
"Dammit, Monica," he began, but in a softer voice, "you lifted me
up but you didn't overpower me!"
"What about the armwrestling?" she questioned.
"I...I guess I was just in an awkward position or something," he
stammered, "but stop teasing me about it, how can I believe you
respect me if you think I'm a wimp?"        
 
"Oh c'mon Chandler, I'm sorry, really I am," Monica began as she
again wrapped her arms around his waist and embraced him as she
placed her head on his chest, "really, babe, I don't wanna fight,
I wanna snuggle!"  He responded in kind to her gentle overturn
and embraced her, placing his lips on her head and kissing her
hair.  Suddenly, Monica emitted another devilish giggle as he felt 
her arms tighten firmly around his waist.
"Gotcha again!!" she laughed as she exerted just enough pressure
to make him realize she once more had him securely trapped, "and
this time I'm gonna hold onto ya!"

"Not again, Monica, please....no...NO!" he pleaded as he took his
arms from around her and placed his hands on her upper arms in an
attempt to push them away.  Chandler struggled furiously but his
strength was simply no match for hers.  He switched the location
of his hands, grabbing her forearms, and continued pushing on
them in another useless attempt to break her hold.
"Oh look," she chirped, "there's that cute little expression back
on your face, you're struggling again and I love it.  I'm sorry
Chandler, but I just love it.  It turns me on to see you so
helpless and know I'm the one making you helpless; it's such a
feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction!"

Chandler now flattened his palms to his sides and attempted to
wedge his arms down between his body and her arms to loosen her
hold, and much to his surprise this maneuver started to work, or
at least it appeared to.  He forced her arms away from him as he
inserted his own arms between her arms and his sides and prepared
to shove outward to break her hold.  Just as he was getting
braced to do so Monica smiled and squealed, "Fooled ya!!" as she
easily retightened her embrace, clamping his arms firmly against
his sides and trapping them under her stronger arms.  Chandler
now realized, too late, that she had allowed him to wedge his
arms under hers just to trap him further, and there was
absolutely nothing he could do about it.

Monica stood on her tiptoes and began applying pecking kisses to
her imprisoned lover's face.  She licked his cheeks and nose and
gently bit at his earlobes as he continued trying to wrestle
himself free of her.  But the harder Chandler struggled, the more
turned on Monica became, and that made her all the more
determined to hold onto him.  Abruptly, she stepped to his side,
still keeping one arm wrapped tightly around his arms and upper
body, and then quickly moved behind him as she wrapped her other
arm around his ass.  Before he could fully grasp or react to the
situation, Monica lifted Chandler up the way a groom lifts his
bride to carry her over the threshold on their honeymoon, but
with one significant difference.  Her arms were still wrapped
tightly around him like steel cables, thwarting his attempts to
loosen her hold and leap down to the floor.  Her left arm held
his thighs up and pressed together while her right arm both
supported his upper body and held his outside arm pressed against
his side and his inside arm firmly against her.  Holding him in
this manner, Monica began to dance and pirouette around the room.

"Are you enjoying the ride, my little wimpy sweetums?" she
whispered in his ear.  Chandler had given up protesting the way
she was treating him and responded only with a series of grunts
and groans (and the occasional profanity) as he continued his
fierce efforts to escape the powerful muscle maiden.
"Let's see how high you can fly!" she cried gleefully as she
tossed him up into the air without warning.  Chandler gasped in
shock as he saw the ceiling looming closer in his eyes.  Not only
was she strong enough to hold him against his will, but she was
easily throwing him up three to four feet in the air.  The
ceiling receded in his vision as gravity reclaimed his mass and
he started falling back to earth.  As he fell, Monica caught him
in her arms and effectively reestablished her tight, captivating  
grip around his body.
"Wasn't that fun, sweetums?  Let's see, I'll bet you can go even
higher!"  With a hearty laugh Monica tossed him into the air
again and again and again, each time catching and recapturing him
with ease as he fell, despite his continued, but weakening,
attempts to get away.  On the final boost he was certain his hair
had actually brushed the ceiling of the apartment.

Monica then lowered his legs to the floor and with lightening
speed stepped back around to his front and wrapped her arms
snugly around him to again trap him in her inescapable bearhug
with his arms pinned to his sides.  She lifted him an inch or two
off the floor and again began to pirouette around the room as she
giggled and kissed his face.  Chandler could see, and feel, that
she was definitely turned on, really turned on; but what was the
point if she was turned on by rendering him unable respond in
kind?

"Let go, Monica, LET ME GO!!!" he demanded sternly.  He was
beyond embarrassment and humiliation at this point, he was just
tired, worn out and angry.
"But I wanna dance, sweetums!" Monica continued in the little
girl voice as she swung him in circles around the room.
"I said I've had enough, you bitch, LET ME GO!!"
Monica's face darkened momentarily at his words, but soon the
sweet smile and little girl voice was back.
"Oh, sweetums is all tired and grumpy, isn't sweetums?  He needs
a nap!"
"I don't need a nap, I just want to leave....uh...uh," Chandler's 
voice cut off as he felt his breath exit his lungs in response to
Monica's slowly tightening her already tight embrace.  She didn't
cease or ease off, but continued gradually squeezing him with
increased effort to knock the wind out of him.  The room began to
swirl and swim for Chandler as he felt himself slowly beginning
to lose consciousness.  

As his eyes rolled up into his head Monica gently kissed his nose 
and said, "That's right my little, wimpy sweetums.  Take a nap so
you can rebuild your strength for more fun and games!"  Monica
rolled her eyes and smirked at using the words "rebuild your
strength" in regard to the man who now stood limp in her arms and
standing erect only because she was holding him up. 
"That is," she said aloud to the sleeping Chandler and otherwise
empty room, "if you actually have any strength to rebuild, teddy
bear!" 

Once again Monica picked Chandler up like a newlywed bride and
carried him into her bedroom where she tossed the sleeping man
onto her bed.  When he awoke a short time later, Chandler found
himself lying on the bed on his back with Monica sitting on his
chest with her legs at his sides.  The first thing he realized
was that she was naked, the second was that he was naked as well. 
She smiled down at him when she saw his eyes open, leaned forward
and kissed his forehead.
"Welcome back sweetie, did you have yourself a nice little nap?" 
He started to rise but she placed her palm flat against his chest
and easily pushed him back down on the bed.  His arms were free,
so he attempted to rise a second time, placing his hands on the
mattress to give him support and leverage against her; but Monica
just pushed down again with her single arm and easily pressed him
down and pinned him to the bed.
"Come on, Monica, let me up.....and what did you do with my
clothes?" Chandler protested as he grabbed her forearm with both
his hands in an unsuccessful bid to dislodge her hand from his
chest. 
"Oh goody, are you gonna start struggling again!" 
Chandler groaned when he realized that his struggling was again
beginning to turn Monica on, further reducing his chances of her
releasing him anytime soon.
"OK, Monica, OK, I'll just lay here motionless until you get
bored with this silly game and get the hell off of me!"

"Oh, I don't think so," she snickered, "I think I can get my
wimpy little guy moving again!"
She removed her hand from his chest grabbed his cheek, squeezing
it the way a mother does to a small child.  At the same time, she
reached back with a other hand and began massaging his penis. 
Chandler immediately began turning and twisting to whatever small
extent he could trying to dislodge Monica from atop him.  He put
his hands on her thighs and pushed against them furiously with
all him strength but it was a useless gesture since her rock hard
legs were even stronger than her formidable arms.  Even worse,
his renewed struggling only accomplished one thing, it turned her
on even more.

"That's it!" she squealed, "That's it, ride 'em cowboy; no, no, I
mean cowgirl!  Ride 'er cowgirl!  Monica loves her cute little
bucking bronco!  Yippee Yi Yo Yi Yaaay!!  Yeeeehaaaa!!"

She continued massaging his genitals as she alternately pinched
his cheek and tweaked his nose.  Chandler was truly disheartened
by her continued display of physical superiority over him, but he
nonetheless found himself getting an involuntary erection due to
her constant manipulation of his member.  When she felt his penis
become hard and erect, Monica quickly moved her hands and grabbed
his wrists.  She jumped up and simultaneously forced his arms
down on the bed beside his head as she landed firmly on his
crotch, allowing his erect penis to enter her.  

Monica had managed the ultimate entrapment humiliation on the
captured man:  he was having sex with her, but, unable to caress
her body with his pinned arms or even kiss her with his lips, he
was getting absolutely no satisfaction or gratification from it. 
Even masturbation would be preferable to having sex this way, he
thought, at least then he'd still be the one in control instead
of just being exploited for another's pleasure.  In short, he
felt as if he was being raped, and in a sense he was right.  This
caused him to struggle and fight against her that much harder,
which in turn excited Monica even more and further reinforced her
determination to keep him pinned as her helpless playmate.  
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Monica exclaimed as she raised and lowered
herself on his crotch with her tense, powerful legs, "Fight me,
keep on struggling!  Fight me!  I love it!  I love it!!"

Unable to resist or hold back his body's biological reactions,
Chandler finally climaxed and ceased resisting her as he fell
back on the bed, spent and exhausted.  Monica gave out a short,
final cry of euphoria that was followed by a look of resigned
disappointment when she realized he had gone limp; play time was
over, at least for now.

Monica lowered her body onto his, keeping his arms pinned to the
bed as she placed her body flat against his prone one.  She
kissed his face gently a few times, but he turned his head away
from her, unable or unwilling to receive the pleasure she was
offering due to his embarrassment at the situation.  Slowly she
moved onto her side, pulling Chandler along with her, until they
were facing each other on their sides, then she continued until
she was on her back with him atop her.  She wrapped her legs
firmly, but not uncomfortably, around his waist as she maintained
her hold on his wrists and forced his arms behind his back into
double hammerlocks.  
"There, sweetie, do you like it better on top?"

Chandler remained silent, having finally learned his lesson.  He
knew better than to begin struggling to get free again, since
that would only increase her arousal and guarantee his continued
entrapment; but Monica was not to be dissuaded that easily.
"I know what's wrong, sweetie, you're tired and grumpy because
you napped too long.  Let's wake you up!"

Monica removed her legs from around Chandler's waist as she sat
up on the bed and placed her feet on the floor.  As she stood up
with him she released his wrists but maintained a tight bearhug
around his chest, keeping his arms pinned.  She forced him into
the bathroom and lifted him into the tub with her.  Backing him
up to the shower head she used one of her hands to grip the cold
water faucet.

"A nice shower will wake my sweetie up!" she teased the helpless
man.  Chandler began struggling again in spite of himself.  He
knew Monica loved, and was adapted to, icy cold showers; and he,
naturally, detested them.
"No....no, Monica, please......," he pleaded as he renewed his
futile attempt to get free of her iron grip.
She twisted the faucet with a happy grin and icy cold water
rained down on the couple in a rapid cascade.  Chandler screamed
in shock and she squealed with delight, keeping the helpless man
under the shower until he started shivering badly.  Monica turned
the water off and lifted him out of the tub.  She walked him over
to the linen closet for a towel, then took him back into the
living room.

She released him from the bearhug, but kept a steely grip on one
of his wrists as she patted and dried him off.  When she was done
drying him, Monica shoved him against the wall, face in, and
leaned into him, back to back with her legs firmly anchored, as
she dried herself.  Chandler placed his flattened palms against
the wall and made one or two attempts to push himself (and her)
away from the wall, but he didn't come anywhere near close to
succeeding.  In fact, he didn't even risk turning her on again
because she was so much stronger than him she didn't even feel
these last attempts on his part to escape.

When she was done drying off, Monica flung the towel away and
pulled Chandler away from the wall.  She spun him around and once
again wrapped her arms around his chest, encircling his arms just
below his elbows and again clamping them tight and helpless to
his sides.  Once again, she began to dance and pirouette around
the room with him, periodically slowing down to massage his groin
with one of her smooth, powerful thighs until she again felt his
penis responding.

"Oh goody, Chandler!" Monica tittered happily as she looked into
the captive, bewildered man's eyes, "It's almost time to ride the
wild, bucking bronco again!"