Annabelle
by brooksie   brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A sailing instructor shows me the ropes


The moment I saw Annabelle, I started imagining a wrestling match with her.
She was about 5' 6", with a compact, muscular frame. Her shoulders were broad
and well-rounded and she had thick pectoral muscles that held her breasts up
high. Her back looked strong with wide lats tapering down to a trim waist. Her
legs had muscles everywhere; thighs that flared out from her hips and swept in
at the knee, then bulged out again into large, hard-looking calf muscles. I've
been a fan of mixed competitive wrestling for many years. I'm always on the
alert for signs that any woman I meet may have the strength, skill and
interest in giving it a try. I've found that strong-willed, independent women
who are already into sports or athletic activities and enjoy physical
challenge often make good candidates.

I worked at the Parks Department and Annabelle was the sailing co- ordinator
at a municipal beach. She ran programs that taught school kids the basics of
sailing and came into the office regularly to meet with the city recreation
director. Annabelle always carried herself with an athletic grace and had such
tremendous vitality to her presence, I knew she'd be a formidable opponent.
Over time, I got to know her a bit and told her I'd like to come down and see
the sailing club sometime. She said she would be working late on Friday and
could show me around after 8:00 pm, when she closed up. I found her on the
dock, bending down in front of one of the boats. She was dressed in a pair of
ragged denim cutoffs, canvas sneakers and an old, stained t-shirt. I watched
her expertly tie a knot in the mooring rope before saying hello. She stood and
turned to face me. "Hope you don't mind." she said, indicating her attire,
"I'm still in my grubby work clothes. "No, not at all." I assured her and
commented on her handiwork with the rope. "Yeah" she laughed, "if there's one
thing I can do, it's tie a knot." It was something I could never do very well
and asked her to show me some simple ones. People are usually happy to be
asked to demonstrate things they're good at and Annabelle seemed pleased to
oblige me. She undid the rope and showed me some of the basic knots. I
encouraged her to keep going until she was tying knots I would have hard time
following with a step by step instruction manuel. Her deft fingers moved with
confidence and her forearms looked strong and wiry as she pulled each one
tight. I hadn't noticed her biceps before, but seeing them flex as she pulled
each loop tight showed me they were quite large as well, around 14 or 14.5
inches I guessed, and very hard-looking.

Annabelle gave me a little tour, chatting pleasantly about her job, how much
she liked working with the kids, her love of sailing, kayaking and anything to
with the water. I asked if she felt like going out for a drink and she said
she would if I didn't mind waiting while she showered and changed. "I just
live a few blocks from here." she informed me. She locked up and we walked
over to her apartment. She lived on the ground floor of a wonderful old
turn-of-the-century A-frame featuring a large L-shaped front porch. "Great
house!" I said admiringly. "One bedroom?" I asked."No, two" she said, "but I
live alone." She opened the door and I stepped into a large living room. The
whole place was open with just a counter/divider seperating the kitchen from
the rest of the apartment. A support beam stood where there had once been a
wall between the living room and the now non-existent dining room. One of the
bedrooms was off the main room, the other down the hall where the dining room
was. "Make yourself comfortable." she said "There's filtered water or juice in
the fridge if you're thirsty. I'll just be a few minutes." She went off down
the hall. That was obviously where her bedroom was. I sat down on the couch
and looked around. The door to the spare bedroom was partly ajar and I thought
I saw a weight bench visible through the opening. Intrigued, I poked my head
inside to see what else she had. I was surprised to find a little home
gymnasium - free weights, a rowing machine, some exercise mats and in one
corner, suspended from a thick chain, a heavy punching bag. Hanging on the
wall beside it were a pair of boxing gloves. I couldn't believe it! Annabelle
seemed so sweet and had such a nice disposition I couldn't picture her as a
boxer.

I was lost in thought and fantasy when I heard the shower shut off and quickly
stepped back through the door and sat down on the couch again. "I'll just be a
sec." Annabelle called out as she stepped from the bathroom into her bedroom.
I heard the sound of a hair dryer. A few minutes later she came out, dressed
in a crisp pair of white shorts and black top that showed off her firm,
muscular abdomen. Her thick brown hair was pulled back in a pony-tail and she
was barefoot. "There, that feels better." she said happily. "I really like
your place." I told her, "Is that a weight bench I see?" nodding towards the
partly open door. "Oh yeah, my little workout room." she said "Want to take a
look?" She opened the door all the way and stepped inside. "Come on in." she
invited. I followed, pretending to look around for the first time. "Nice set
up." I said approvingly. My eyes fixed on the heavy bag. "You're into boxing?"
I asked. "Not really, but I like working out on the bag. It's great for my arm
and shoulder strength. Really helps me for paddling and yanking on all those
ropes." she told me. "You ever do any fighting?" I wanted to know. "I've
sparred a bit but boxing's not my thing." she said. Looking at me with a
twinkle in her eye she added, "I'm more of a wrestler than a boxer." I was
stunned by that remark and I guess it showed on my face because she started to
giggle. "Are you serious?" I said. "Yep. I wrestled on the university women's
team. I was pretty good, too." she said proudly. I had the feeling we were
playing a game and it was my move. "How good?" "Care to find out?" "Is that a
challenge?" "Only if you think you're up to it." she said boldly. I couldn't
believe my luck. I'd been racking my brain trying to think of how I could
manoever my way into a wrestling match with this muscular beauty and here she
was, challenging me!

Her large living room offered the perfect space, as long as we avoided the
exposed beam. We moved some furniture back and spread her exercise mats out. I
was already wearing shorts, so all I needed to do to get ready was slip off my
shoes and shirt. I expected her to go into the bedroom to change but she
surprised me again. She slid off her shorts and stood before me in a very
revealing thong. Her upper legs and hips were as muscular as the rest of her
and I was especially awed by her inner thighs which twitched with hard, ropey
muscle. I was so transfixed by her legs I didn't notice her undo the buttons
on her top until she held it open and let it drop to the floor. She unsnapped
her bra and tossed it aside as well. "You're going to wrestle...topless?" I
croaked, hardly able to speak. She smiled and said "I like to have the element
of distraction on my side." Her breasts were firm, medium-sized like
grapefruits and perfectly round. Annabelle cupped them and traced their
outline with her fingers seductively. I just stood there, not knowing what to
say or do. "I guess it's working" she observed, moving towards me. Before I
knew what was happening she stepped in close to me and threw her arms around
my chest and tripped me to the mat. I was on my back, looking up at her. "That
wasn't fair," I complained. "I guess you're right." she admitted, and reached
down to help me up. No sooner was I on my feet then she hooked my arm over her
neck and, bending over, put an arm through my legs, lifting me onto her back
in a fireman's carry. She spun around a few times and dumped me back down on
the floor. This time I didn't wait for her "help" and got back up on my own.
"You play dirty." I said accusingly. "Aww, don't cry." she teased, "Here, come
get me."

She stood still, arms wide open. I rushed forward to try and grab her but she
caught my wrist and, using my momentum, tossed me over her shoulder. For the
third time in less than a couple of minutes, I was flat on my back. "Where did
you learn to do that?" I asked. "I took a bit of judo when I was a kid. I
guess a few things stuck with me." she replied casually. I got to my knees and
looked at her warily. "Come on, stand up." Annabelle urged. She bent into a
crouch and started to circle. "No tricks or throws this time." she promised. I
stood and faced her. She made a few feints at me but I kept my distance, not
sure what to expect. "Hey, are we wrestling or not?" she laughed. I moved
closer and we locked up, holding each other by the shoulder and wrist. I tried
to trip her but she neatly sidestepped me. Picking up my right ankle, she
leaned her weight on my back and sent me face first to the mat. Before I could
even begin to react whe pulled my other ankle up and bent both legs forward.
She straddled my shins, pinning my legs with her own bodyweight. I tried to
use my arms to force her off balance but she countered this by placing her
hand on the back of my head, pressing my face deep into the mat. Controlling
me this way, she was able to get her other hand around my left elbow. She
squeezed hard causing my arm to jerk up. She switched her grip to my wrist and
quickly twisted my arm behind me in a hammerlock. Annabelle had control of my
legs and one arm.

I felt her hand slide from the back on my head to my neck. She dug her fingers
in hard and I instinctively shot my right hand back to try and pull hers off
my neck. It was exactly what she knew I'd do and she twisted that arm behind
me as well. Now she had all four limbs trapped and I could mount no defense at
all. "I've got you at my mercy, now." she gloated "Wanna give up?" All I could
do was wiggle my shoulders a bit and raise my head an inch or two. "Come on,
don't make me force it out of you. Be a good boy and say uncle." she said,
sounding calm and relaxed. She waited for me to submit, forcing my wrists
higher up my back. She started to bounce on my legs, sending a burning pain
shooting through my thighs. "I give!" I yelled. "Say uncle." she demanded. I
said it and she freed me from her paralyzing holds. "That's one for me." she
said, jumping to her feet.

I rolled over on my back and looked up at her. She had a big smile on her face
and was ready for more action. Her beautiful round breasts bounced lightly as
she rose up and down on her toes, flexing her powerful calves. I slowly got up
and stretched out my cramped thigh muscles. "Ready for round two?" she asked.
"I guess so" I said, "now that I know what you can do." "Oh you haven't even
begun to see what I can do yet." she said with a grin. She moved to the middle
of the mat with me following cautiously. The second fall was nothing like the
first. Annabelle charged right at me, holding me in a bearhug, with my arms
pinned to my side. Using brute strength alone she muscled me to the mat and we
began to grapple. She was all over me from the word go and I couldn't get
anywhere close to putting a hold on her. It was all I could do to fight her
off. After a few minutes I felt myself weakening and breathing heavily. I
barely put up any resistance as she took hold of my neck and pulled my head
into her waiting legs. I felt her clamp down hard and start to squeeze. The
pressure was incredible and I couldn't do a thing to free myself. Her ankles
were locked behind my head and she had control of one of my arms. I thought I
heard her say something but, with her thighs crushing against my ears, I
couldn't make it out. I was quickly becoming dizzy and felt sleepy. All I
could see was the shiny blue triangle covering her crotch and even that seemed
to be fading out.

The next thing I remembered was feeling something pressing against the back of
my head. I was disoriented and not fully conscious. Suddenly my arms were
jerked behind me. I snapped out of my stupor as I realized Annabelle had
pulled me off the mat and up against the beam, which she was attempting to tie
my wrists behind. I yanked my arms back and she immediately grabbed my wrists,
forcing my arms again behind my head. She held onto my wrists and spun around
so she was sitting high on my chest, her crotch resting against my chin. She
swung her legs straight out in front of her scissoring my arms at the elbow to
hold them in place. I tried to bend my legs up to buck her off but they
wouldn't move. I could see the ends of a barbell sticking out behind her. She
had tied my ankles together and they were anchored to the heavy weight so I
couln't move my legs. She adjusted her position until she could reach my
wrists. She picked up a length of rope she'd dropped beside my head. Swiftly,
and with practised fingers she looped it around my wrists ands expertly tied
them together in a tight knot. "There." she said, standing up and admiring her
handiwork. "Come on, Annabelle," I pleaded, "untie me." "When I'm good and
ready." she said defiantly. She knelt beside me, thrusting her pelvis up to my
face. "Take my thong off with your teeth." she commanded. I turned my head and
tried to get my mouth around the blue fabric. As my lips brushed against it
she moved back an inch or so. I craned my neck and made contact again only to
have her move back further. My neck was starting to cramp and I couldn't
stretch it any more. I rested my head against the beam and said "I can't reach
it." Annabelle slapped me lightly across the face and ordered me to keep
trying. We repeated this sequence of events and once more I gave up. Another
slap, harder this time. "I said, take my thong off with your teeth! " she said
forcefully. "Please, I can't do it. Please let me go. I don't know what you
want." "Yes you do," she replied "but for some reason you're choosing to be
uncooperative and that requires you be punished for your recalcitrance. Those
were very feeble attempts. Now, let's see how flexible you are."

She untied my ankles and rolled the barbell out of the way. She sat with her
feet on the inside of my ankles and pushed my legs apart. The tendons on the
inside of my thighs felt like they wer tearing. The pain was more than I could
take. "Stop!" I begged, "you're hurting me. Please, Annabelle, don't. I'll do
whatever you say." "Ok", she responded, "then do what I told you to." She
pressed her thong against my face and again moved it slowly back, keeping it
just beyond the reach of my lips. It must have looked funny because she
started to giggle. "Come on, fish lips" she taunted, "you're not obeying me.
Do I have to give you another another leg stretch?" "No, please, I'm trying.
I'm trying my best. I can't reach, you won't let me." I whimpered. "Oh, so
it's my fault, is that what you're saying?" she said, sounding annoyed. "No,
no, it's not your fault. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." I apologized. "Then
it must be your fault." she concluded, "I'm not sure you deserve another
chance. She lay down in front of me again and used her powerful legs to
stretch mine apart once more. I screamed for mercy but she kept pushing until
my inner thighs felt like they were on fire. "Mercy Annabelle, please have
mercy!" I cried, "God it hurts. Please, I'm begging you." "Alright, I'll give
you one more chance, and this time you'd better do what I say or there'll be
no mercy for you." she threatened. She held her crotch in front of my face
again and this time she allowed me to get her thong in between my teeth. I
tugged on one side, then the other and with great effort, turning my head this
way and that and stretching my neck to its limits, I finally got it down to
mid- thigh level. She rose up slightly. "Keep going!" she ordered. I kept
pulling and managed to get it over her knees until it rested around her
ankles. She stepped out of it and stood before me in all her muscular, naked
glory. "Very good." she said approvingly, "Now that your mouth is all warmed
up, let's see what else you can do with it and I'm warning you, you had better
please me." She sat on my chest, her sweet pussy inches from my lips. I lifted
my head and, even though my neck was stiff and sore, applied my tongue with
vigour. I was completely under the spell of this strong, domineering,
beautiful woman. I wanted nothing more in the world that to make her scream
with pleasure, to serve this powerful goddess in any way she demanded. My
thoughts were wholly occupied with pleasuring her and her only. Annabelle
began to pant and moan and then, supporting my head from behind, buried my
tongue deep into her, erupting in several electrifying orgasms that drenched
my face. Eventually her gyrations slowed and she sighed with pleasure. "Mmmm,
ohh, yes, mmm that was good, very good." I looked up and saw her nipples were
rock hard. "Please, can I suck your beautiful breasts?" I offered, "Would that
please you?" "Yes, yes, suck them." she sighed and lowered her gorgeous globes
to my waiting lips. As I sucked and tongued her nipples she fingered herself
to another screaming ecstasy of orgasmic delight. "You are now my slave." she
informed me. "Yes, Annabelle." I responded, "Please let me serve you. I'll do
anything you say." "I want you to come." she said. She turned around and
yanked my shorts down. My cock sprang into the air. She knelt facing me and
lifted my tired legs onto her shoulders, pointing my erection right back at my
face. A few skillfully applied strokes and I blasted a stream of cum that hit
me square in the face. She laughed and began to scoop it up with her finger.
"Lick it off my finger." she commanded. I had no resistance left. She had
mastered me physically and mentally. I would do anything she asked. "Now" she
said, untying my hands at last "on your knees slave. You can begin by kissing
the feet of your Goddess. Then you will worship every inch of my body, every
one of my big, strong muscles. Isn't that what you really want?" I realized
she was right. Somehow she had seen beyond my wrestling fetish to what lay
deep in my psyche. She had physically overpowered me and forced me to obey
her. Without ever fully realizing it, that was exactly what I'd hoped the
women I wrestled with would do. That explained why I felt somehow unfulfilled,
even after a vigorous in whcih I'd lost decisively to a stronger, more skilled
woman. Annabelle had understood. I knelt before her and, just before pressing
my lips to her feet said "Yes, Goddess, it is exactly what I want. I want to
worship you." "I thought so." she said smugly, "Now, begin."