Beaten On The Beach, Part Two
by brooksie brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A phone call to Maryann leads to another wrestling match

After my drubbing at the hands of Andrea, I slunk away embarrassed and
humiliated. She had beaten me easily, made me kiss her feet, hog-tied me
and forced me perform oral sex on her in front of her friends, finally
kicking me repeatedly in the butt as she made me crawl across the sand.
She was bigger, stronger and a far superior wrestler. Even after making
me into her "bitch", I found myself strangely drawn to her. I was
intimidated by her, but somehow found the courage to ask if I could see
her again. When she laughed in my face and told me she had no further
use for me, it hurt far worse than even her most painful hold. I was
pretty confused about the whole experience.  It took a week or so for my
head to clear (and my body to stop aching).

It wasn't clear to me why her friend Maryann had given me her phone
number. It seemed odd, after witnessing what Andrea had done to me. I
stuck the piece of paper with her number on it in a drawer in my desk. A
week later, I dug it out and stared at it, wondering if I should call.
Part of me just wanted to put the whole incident out of my mind, so I
could get over my fixation with Andrea. On the other hand, Maryann was
an attractive female who had invited me to call her. That was hard to
resist. Still confused, I put the piece of paper back in my drawer and
didn't think about it again for another few days. When I did, I decided
to make the call. She wasn't home so I left a brief message, basically
just name and number. It felt better leaving the ball in her court.

When I got home later that night, Maryann had returned the call. She
said she was glad I phoned. After a week had gone by, she'd thought I
wasn't going to. She gave me a time the next day when she would be sure
to be home. I called and she picked up after two rings. I told her I was
surprised she had given me her number and was wondering why she had. She
confessed to feeling badly about what had happened on the beach that
day. I replied that it wasn't really her fault and started to say
something else but she interrupted, asking if I felt like getting
together for coffee. She said she had a lot of studying to do over the
next couple of days, so we agreed to meet later in the week at a cafe
near the campus.

I didn't see her when I arrived, so I got myself a coffee and sat down
to wait. Maryann showed up a few minutes later. I was sitting at one of
the outside tables and caught sight of her immediately and she walked up
the street. I was surprised! I hadn't really gotten that good a look at
her on the beach that day. My attention had pretty well been focused on
Andrea. As I watched Maryann approach, I could see that, while she had
nowhere near the powerful build of Andrea, she was athletic and had very
impressive legs that rippled with muscle with each step. She smiled as
she recognized me and gave a little wave.

"Hi, I'm sorry I'm late. Have you been waiting long?" she asked.

"No, no, I just got here," I replied. I realized it was perhaps rude of
me not to have waited for her. "I went ahead and ordered," I said,
feeling slightly embarrassed. "Please, sit down. What I get you?"

"Coffee would be great, thanks."

I rejoined her with another coffee and set it in front of her. She
thanked me and looked me in the eyes.

"I'm really glad you agreed to meet me."

"I'm surprised you asked me to. I didn't think you'd want anything to do
with me after what happened. I know Andrea sure didn't."

She looked down at the table a second before meeting my gaze again.

"Look Jason, I felt pretty bad about what she did to you. I have to
confess, the whole thing, the wrestling match, was my idea. I thought it
would be fun. I didn't know she was going to go that far. You see, Sue
was pretty upset about you showing up. She wasn't too sure about going
to a nude beach in the first place. We had to talk her into it by
promising to go to a secluded part of it where we wouldn't have a bunch
of guys ogling us. I figured you probably weren't going to take off just
because she asked you to, especially since I knew she wouldn't be very
nice about it. Sue can be kind of a bitch as far as men are concerned
sometimes. I knew Andrea likes to show off. She's been training us in
the gym and teaching us how to wrestle. I thought she'd just put you in
some holds, make you give a few times and show that she could take you.
She always talks about how she beats guys at wrestling and boxing and we
wanted to see that. I came up with the idea of making you the
proposition that if you wrestled Andrea and lost, you'd have to leave us
alone. We decided we'd let Sue talk to you first and if you didn't
leave, we'd try out my plan. I didn't know Andrea was going to be that
cruel. She's not like that with me and Sue. It just got out of hand, I
guess. Anyway, I wanted to say I'm sorry and find out if you're
alright."

"I'm ok. I was pretty sore for a few days after, but no serious damage.
Not physically, anyway."

"What do you mean?"

I hesitated, not sure about how to tell her how I truly felt after being
manhandled the way I had been by her muscular friend. The truth was, I
felt fascinated by Andrea. I wasn't exactly sure why, but I couldn't
stop thinking about her despite the humiliation and shame I experienced
the day she wrestled me into whimpering, helpless submission in front of
Sue and Maryann.

"I don't really know how to explain it. After it happened I felt, I
don't know, sort of attracted to Andrea. I know it sounds stupid, after
what she did to me."

Maryann was quiet at first. I wondered what she must be thinking. I felt
like a fool.

"No, I don't think it's stupid. What Andrea said makes sense to me now."

"What did she say?"

"She told us this type of thing happens, that some guys find out they
like strong women who can make them submit. Andrea told us you asked if
you could see her again while she was making you pack up your stuff and
she thought you might be one of those guys." She paused, and then asked
me outright, "Are you Jason?"

Now I really felt foolish. Part of me was rebelling against the idea
that I might actually like submitting to a woman, grovelling at her feet
and being made to beg for mercy. This, according to what was regarded as
normal by social standards, was not right. To acknowledge it would make
me some sort of deviant. I didn't know what to say. By this time we had
finished our drinks. Maryann suggested we take a walk. We had only gone
a few yards when she slipped her arm through mine and held on to me. We
walked along in silence, headed for a nearby park. As we passed by a
bench, Maryann said "Let's stop here." We sat down and she turned to me.

"I have another confession to make."

I looked at her, questioningly.

"The reason I asked you to meet me was only partly to apologize for what
happened on the beach. I want to know if you'd be into wrestling some
more."

"Andrea wants to wrestle me again?"

"No, not Andrea...me."

"You?"

"Uh-huh. Sue and I are really getting into it. It's fantastic exercise.
I'm getting into incredible shape, and it's fun too. Andrea's always
talking about how much she enjoys defeating guys and making them submit
to her and I want to try it. Andrea told us you tried to get her to see
you again, so I figured you might be interested. I know I'm not as big
as her, but I'm pretty strong, especially my legs."

I glanced down at her legs and noticed that, even sitting down, they
showed plenty of hard muscle. They weren't especially big, more lean and
very well defined. Maryann followed my eyes and without saying a word,
stood up and began flexing them. As she placed her right foot in front
of her and pointed her toe, she rotated her leg outward. My eyes nearly
popped out of my head. I couldn't believe how prominent the adductor
muscules of her inner thighs were. They were like cords of thick rope.
She turned around and presented her hamstrings and calves, rising up on
her toes and flexing. Each muscle was large and defined. Facing me she
asked proudly, "What do you think, you like my legs?"

"Yeah, they're, uh..." I think 'magnificent' was the word I was
searching for, but it somehow eluded me. My face flushed as I found
myself momentarily at a loss for words. Maryann giggled.

"Don't worry, your expression says it all. Thanks, I'll take it as a
compliment. So what do you say Jason? I really need someone to practice
with. Sue's been wiping the mat with me in our last few practice
matches. I need to come up with some moves to surprise her. I promise,
it'll be fun. I won't be mean like Andrea was."

My mind was racing a mile a minute. Part of me didn't actually like
hearing her say she wasn't going to be like Andrea. There was something
thrilling in her utter callousness towards me, about the way she'd
forced me to obey her like a slave, but I wasn't prepared to say that to
Maryann. I still felt conflicted and confused about my feelings. I
didn't answer her right away.

"Look, it's alright if you don't want to. I didn't mean to make you
uncomfortable. Maybe I should just go. You can think about it and, if
you change your mind, call me."

"No, wait, hang on a sec. I didn't say I wouldn't do it."

"Then what?" She smiled teasingly, "You're not afraid of little old me,
are you?" She pulled up her sleeve and flexed her bicep. It wasn't the
size of a grapefruit, as Andrea's had been but again, I was surprised at
it's hard definition.

"At least I'll be wrestling a girl who doesn't have bigger arms than
me." I replied, getting into the playful spirit of her banter. She
smiled happily.

"Does that mean you'll do it?"

"I guess."

Maryann let out a cheer, pulled me to my feet and gave me a hug.

"Did you drive here?"

I nodded.

"I just live a few blocks so I walked, but we can take you car. Let's
go."

On the way to her place, she told me that the wrestling practices took
place at her apartment.

"Andre's place is really tiny and Sue lives with room mates. You won't
believe the size of my living room, it's huge."

She directed me to a modest bungalow. Like many students, she lived in
the basement suite.

"You can pull into the driveway. The people who live upstairs are away
for the weekend."

It was a simple apartment, with a bedroom at one end with a bathroom
opposite and a small hallway that led to a kitchen that looked out over
the backyard and a large, long living room. At one end was her desk,
computer and bookshelf, at the other a futon sofa and small TV. In the
middle the was an empty area. I saw some mats leaning against the wall.

"Are those yours?" I asked.

"No, they're Andrea's. She keeps them here."

We went into the kitchen and she poured us a couple of glasses of water.

"Thanks," I said.

"So, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why did you want to see Andrea again after what she did to you?"

"It's hard for me to answer. I know it doesn't make any sense. I should
hate her, but I have to admit, it was an incredible feeling to be
totally overpowered by her. I never imagined a woman could be so much
stronger than me. I don't know, I just wanted to be near her. There was
something about her power and strength and the way she was so superior
to me. She was like, I don't know, like a character from mythology or
something."

"You mean like a goddess?"

"I guess so."

"Interesting. Does it have to do with the fact that she was bigger and
taller than you. What if a smaller woman like me beats you? Would you
look at me that way?"

"I don't know. We probably won't find out."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think you can overpower me that way. She was in another league
altogether, like a superwoman. I didn't have a chance against her, even
trying my hardest. I don't think it'll be like that with you."

"You don't think I can beat you?"

"Well, if we're just fooling around, you might be able to. Your legs
look pretty strong, I'll give you that. But I wouldn't want to hurt you,
so you might win a few."

"Hmm, you're not taking me seriously enough. You might be in for a
surprise. I don't think you're going to want to be holding back. But
don't worry," she winked, "I'll take it easy on you."

We went back into the living room. We spread out the mats and I took off
my shirt, shoes and socks, leaving me in shorts only. Maryann excused
herself and went into her bedroom. She came back wearing bikini bottoms
and a loose fitting tee-shirt.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Almost." she replied, "I just wanted to show you there's one part of me
that's bigger than Andrea."

With that, she crossed her arms and pulled her shirt over her head,
revealing her large, gorgeous breasts, barely encased in a tiny,
revealing top. They were fantastic, full and firm with a pleasing uplift
to them. Maryann grinned at me proudly as I stared at her.

"Shall we?" she invited, indicated the mats spread out before us.

We stepped onto them and I saw immediately that she was all business.
She looked confident and secure as she crouched low and held her hands
out in front of her. We made a couple of feints at each other before
locking up with our hands on each other's arms. I could tell that, while
she didn't possess Andrea's overwhelming strength, she was going to be
no pushover either. I had to fight hard to keep her from taking me down.
We held each other at bay for a few seconds in a sort of standoff until
I felt her stop pushing back. I momentarily lost my center of balance.
Sensing this, she let go of one of my arms and took the other by the
wrist with both hands. She pulled me forward and swept my ankles out
from under me in one swift, simultaneous movement. I landed on my
stomach and, momentarily winded, I offered no resistance as she seized
my left ankle and wrenched it over, crossing it behind my right knee.
She leaned forward, grasped my right foot and pulled back, locking my
ankle in place, then leaned backward, using her body weight to apply
pressure to the hold. By this time I had recovered enough to try and
free my legs but I realized, to my that my lower body was pinned.
Pushing up on my arms had no effect, as she was perched solidly on my
lower back, just above my butt. For a moment I panicked as the pain in
my legs mounted and I couldn't find a way to free myself. She couldn't
beat this quickly - we'd only been wrestling for 30 or 40 seconds!
Suddenly I felt her weight shift as she lifted her left leg and tried to
hook it over my right ankle. I took advantage of the opportunity and
before she could adjust her position fully, I was able to raise my hips
and buck her off me.

I was still on my hands and knees and about to turn to face her, but
she  leaped on my back. My tossing her off me hadn't slowed her for a
second. She must have kept rolling and gotten right to her knees,
flinging herself back at me. Now she had me flat on my stomach again.
She worked her arms under mine and pulled us over so that she was on her
back and I was on top of her with my back to her. I felt her trying to
work her fingers together behind my neck. I knew I couldn't let her
clasp them together. If she got a full nelson on me, it would be a
simple matter for her to use it to turn me back on my stomach. I
remember Andrea using that as a staging position for the hold she'd
called the "camel clutch" and there was no way I wanted to experience
that again. It was at this point that my lack of knowledge of wrestling
holds and positions began to cost me. While I concentrated all my
attention on reaching behind me and keeping Maryann's hands apart, I
left myself wide open for her to swing her legs out and cinch them
around my waist. She began to squeeze hard, raising her crossed ankles
up in the air so she could press her knees and the inside of her lower
thighs hard against my sides. I felt her hips thrust as she put power
into the hold and instantly forgot all about her hands. I reached my
arms forward to try and pry her legs apart and she got the full nelson
on me. Now with the combination of the two holds, Maryann was able to
use her legs to push my hips down while pulling back on my arms. At the
same time, she had my neck bent forward and was forcing my chin into my
chest. Once she had me stretched out with my back arched, she initiated
a rocking motion that put painful pressure on my lower spine.

"Give up?" she asked, as she continued to rock me back and forth, while
pressing her knees into my sides and pushing my chin into my chest.

"This is fun", she added. "It's like a ride. Are you enjoying yourself
too Jason?"

"Nooo, it hurts." I managed to say, through clenched teeth.

"Had enough? I think you better admit I've got you, or do you want to
rock and roll some more?"

She started rocking me harder and faster and I couldn't take anymore.

"Ok, I give, I give."

"Yeah!" I heard her shout, as she unlocked her hold and got to her feet.
"I did it, I won!"

I rolled over and looked up at her. She had her arms raised and was
strutting around the mat, as if showing off to a non-existent audience.
She looked down at me and placed her foot lightly on the top of my head.

"The winner!" she sang out happily.

"That's just one." I grumbled, as I got to my feet.  For some reason, I
resented the fact that, although I had tried my best, this smaller,
lighter girl had beaten me so ably. Somehow it was easier to take from a
muscle girl like Andrea. But whereas Andrea had simply overpowered me,
Maryann had outsmarted me. She had physical skills, no doubt about it
but she had also proven to be more clever as well. "You got lucky."

"Is that right? You better think again Jason. There's a little thing
called strategy that counts for an awful lot in wrestling. That's what
Andrea's been teaching us, how to think ahead and set your opponent up
for the hold you want to get on them." She grinned at me. "Still think I
was just lucky or are you ready to take me a bit more seriously now?"

I didn't answer but just gave her a respectful nod as we got set to face
each other again. Her words rang in my head and I was determined not to
get caught unaware. As I'd discovered on the beach with Andrea, I didn't
really know that much about wrestling. I was trying to think
strategically, but I really didn't know what to do, short of charging at
her and trying to throw her down. We kept circling around each other, me
hanging back waiting for her to initiate contact. She made a couple of
moves towards me, causing me to step back off the mat and her to giggle.

"Where are you going Jason? You have to stay on the mat."

As I stepped forward, so did she. Maryann threw one arm around my waist
and put the other across my chest. At the same time, she hooked a foot
behind one of my ankles and pushed forward, sending me to the mat. She
came down with me and we began to struggle for position, with her on
top. I managed to get hold of her wrists and was holding her upper body
off me by pushing up on her arms. She began digging her feet under my
knees and remembered the grapevine hold Andrea had got me in. I shifted
my attention to keeping her from wrapping up my legs. That gave her a
chance to snatch her arms free and she rolled off me so we were laying
side by side. For the next minute or two we grappled with each other,
trying to establish a hold. My inexperience and lack of knowledge was
starting to show as it gradually became a contest of her attempting
holds on me and me trying to defend myself. I began to tire and was
trying to get on top of her so I could use my greater weight to hold her
still, so I could have a bit of a breather. I had hold of her wrists
again and was attempting to turn her over onto her back. As I did so, I
lost my grip on her right arm and she slipped it over my head in a
reverse headlock. She was lying on her back, with my head tucked into
her armpit and my face pressed against the mat. Before I had any chance
at all to react, Maryann swung her legs up around my waist in a
bodyscissors and reached around behind my left arm with hers and under
my chest. She squeezed me with her legs and shifted her position so she
was more on her side. That allowed her to lock her hands together
underneath me. She let her legs slide over my hips and wrapped them
around my thighs, digging her feet underneath my legs just above the
knee in a type of reverse grapevine. Once again, I found myself stuck.
The only thing I could move was my right arm but there was nothing there
to grap. I braced my hand on the mat and tried to push up but that
accomplished nothing other than to make my shoulder sore. I couldn't
dislodge her.

You give?" she asked.

Foolishly I continued my pointless struggle.

"You just let me know when you've had enough," she gloated, "I could
keep this up all day."

I knew she was telling the truth. She was comfortably ensconsed, holding
me securely in this position. She was breathing easily and taking great
delight in teasing me about how helpless she had me. I couldn't do
anything but lie there and take it. She leaned down close and whispered
in my ear.

"There's no escape, I've got you again. It's alright with me if you
don't want to give up though. I love feeling you struggle, especially
since I know you can't get out of this."

Again I said nothing and continued trying to struggle out of it. She
responded by tightening the hold even further, sending bolts of pain
through my neck and shoulders. I had mistakenly assumed she was using
all her strength. Realizing she had me helpless and hadn't even been
going all out was demoralizing. I felt weak and inferior. I knew she had
me. I tried to submit but, with my face pressed into the mat the way it
was, I couldn't make much of a sound. Maryann asked me to repeat myself,
laughingly telling me, "I'm sorry, I can't understand you. You'll have
to speak more clearly."

I finally found a use for my right arm as I began to tap on her elbow,
signalling my submission. Maryann released me and leapt up with a shout
of triumph.

"That's twice I've kicked your butt, and I've hardly even used my legs
on you yet," she boasted, flexing her arms. I said nothing as I
stretched out my neck and shoulder. I couldn't believe how thoroughly
she'd beaten me. I resolved to try and do better the next round, but I
could feel my confidence waning as hers seemed to increase with each
passing second.

"God I love this." she continued, clearly enjoying her demonstration of
superior wrestling prowess. "Andrea was right."

"Right about what?" I asked, getting up off the mat.

"It feels great to beat a man, to out-wrestle him and make him submit."

She was bouncing up and down and I noticed her nipples had hardened and
were pressing prominently against the fabric of her bikini top. Her
breathing seemed to have changed as well. I noticed it was heavier and
more guttural, like it was coming from deeper in her throat. She didn't
seem like she was panting or short of breath in any way, she just looked
flushed and excited. I got the feeling this was turning her on sexually.


"Let's go." she demanded, "I'm just getting warmed up.

We faced each other again. I tried desperately to think of a strategy I
could use to get her in a hold. I loved the feeling of wrestling this
gorgeous, hard-bodied young college girl, but I still felt like I should
be able to subdue her. Maryann was bouncing up and down on the balls of
her feet like a boxer, looking poised and confident. She smiled brightly
as she made a few head feints at me. I backed away from her as she
pursued me around the mat.

"Come on, scaredy-cat," she teased, "am I too much for you? Afraid to
take me on?"

It was frustrating to have her challenging me this way. It was if she
had dismissed me as a threat and was just using me to practice on. I
began to think of a strategy to use. Remembering a hold Andrea had put
me in, I thought if I could fake her out by pretending to go for her
head and actually duck low and get her feet, I could put her in a
boston-crab. I'm not sure if I gave away my intentions or whether she
was able to react fast enough but when I bent down to grab her ankles,
she stepped back and then leaned forward, placing her weight on my back.
The next thing I knew, I was on my knees, with my head between her legs.
I put my arms around her legs at the knee and pushed, sending her over
backwards. Her legs opened up and I was briefly out of the scissors but
before I could do anything, she snapped them right back around my head,
catching me in a perfectly-executed side headscissors hold. Maryann was
lying on her back with me on my side. My face was just inches away from
her vagina, the outline of which I could see through the thin spandex of
her bikini botton. Her ankles were crossed behind my head where I had no
way of reaching them. She pulled one of my arms out straight and locked
it into an armbar. I was amazed at the force her legs were generating
and it wasn't long before my head began to swim and I felt as though I
might lose consciousness. I submitted again but this time Maryann didn't
end her hold right away.

"Come on, let me go."

"Not yet, there's something I want to do first." She let my arm go and
began to use hers to drag us both off the mat, with my head still
trapped between her legs. We were lying on the carpet, near one of the
walls and I saw her twist her upper body and reach for something. It was
the phone!

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see."

A few seconds went by, then I heard her say, "Sue! Guess what? I did it.
I got together with that guy, Jason, and wrestled him...no, he's still
here. We're wrestling right now...yes, right now. I've got him in a
headscissors...no, he gave up already. I've won three straight...yeah,
it was easy, I don't think he can beat me. You've got to try this. It's
such an amazing feeling having a guy helpless and begging you for
mercy...What's that...sure I can...oh you doubt it? Here, I'll prove
it." She held the phone close to my face.

"Say mercy," she commanded. I refused and she reponded with even greater
pressure from her legs.

"Alright, mercy." She giggled, pleased by her power to control me.

"Beg for it."

"Please, I beg you. I beg you for mercy, please"

"Say I'm stronger, and a better wrestler."

"You're stronger...and a better wrestler."

Speaking back into the phone she said, "There, what do you think about
that...I know. You better find yourself someone to practice with, cause
I'm going to whip your ass next practice...I've got a few new holds I've
been working on. I might have to try them out on Jason here...no way,
forget it...sorry Sue, find your own. Besides, he's not much of a
challenge anyway, I'm kicking his butt...ok, talk to you later."

She hung up the phone.

"Now will you let me go? Please?"

"What's the matter Jason, don't you like having your head between my
legs?"

"Not this way."

"How about this way?"

Maryann place both hands on the back of my head and pulled me tight
against the fabric of her thong. I could feel the wetness there as she
began humping my face. I tried to speak to tell her to stop, but I
couldn't. It was if I was gagged. She alternated between face-fucking me
and squeezing her hard, muscular inner thighs around my head for a
minute or so before opening her legs and jumping to her feet.

"What was that about not wanting to hurt me?" she taunted. "I don't
think you can beat me, can you?"

I got slowly to my feet. "I could beat you." I said quietly, sounding as
though I didn't have much faith in my own words, which was probably true
at that point.

"You could? Let's see you prove it?"

Maryann came at me and grabbed me around the neck. I was taken aback at
her aggressiveness. As we clutched and grabbed at each other, I could
see her expression had changed. Her eyes glowed with a burning intensity
and her face revealed a fierce determination as she struggled to take me
down. I quickly found myself on the defensive, not so much because she
was overpowering me but more due to the energy she was pouring into this
battle. Maryann finally managed to get me bent forward at the waist. She
cinched the headlock tight and then, in a judo-like move took one large
step forward. She hooked her back leg around one of mine and lifted it
up. I had no base of support and she easily flipped me to the mat on my
back. She let out a little growl as she leapt forward. Instinctively I
raised my bent legs up to ward her off but she took hold of my ankles
and spread my legs apart. As she dove on top of me, she had let go of my
ankles and I caught her around the waist with my legs. I squeezed hard
and prevented her from coming down on top of me. I was on my back and
Maryann was on her knees, betweeen my legs.

For a moment, I was content to merely hold her back. Then I thought I
would be able to apply more pressure to the scissors if I could take her
down to the side, but as I tried to bring her over, Maryann reached
behind her and hooked one of my feet under her armpit. She twisted her
upper body around and suddenly my knee was being bent in a way it wasn't
meant to. She continued to rotate and I was forced to follow. My
scissors hold was broken as I found myself being turned onto my stomach.
Maryann took hold of my other leg and crossed it over behind the knee of
the leg she was controlling, duplicating the first hold she'd gotten on
me only this time she was on her knees instead of sitting on my back.
Trapping my left ankle behind my right knee, she had my legs forming a
figure-four shape. She tugged on my right ankle with her arms and lifted
up enough to allow her to insert her own left leg into the middle of the
figure-four. Once she'd worked her foot under my left knee, she simply
hooked my right ankle behind her left knee, lay back and let her body
weight keep the hold in place. I was pinned face down on the mat with
Maryann laying face up, on my back. She slid off to the side and turned
toward me slightly, working her right arm under my neck and nestling the
crook of her elbow under my chin. I instinctively reached behind me with
my own right arm to try find her hand and pull her arm from around my
throat. That was what she was waiting for and, with a cry of glee she
siezed my wrist with her free left arm and bent it down, causing my
shoulder to rotate forward. Maryann was easily able to twist my arm
behind me into a hammerlock. I felt her turn a little further to her
right and heard her grunt as she struggled to do something. I wasn't
really sure what her intention was, but I soon found out. She continued
to force my hammerlocked left wrist higher and she worked her right arm
tighter around my neck. By adjusting her position this way, she was able
to successfully complete her move, which was to take hold of my left
wrist with her right arm, the same one that as wrapped tightly around my
throat.

"Yessss!" she exhalted, "I knew this would work. You are mine now!"

I knew she was right. This was as devastating and overwhelming as any
hold Andrea had put me in. Both my legs were locked up and were starting
to cramp, my left arm was being bent up painfully between my shoulder
blades and my right arm was pinned under Maryann's upper body. I
couldn't imagine being in a more indefensible position and saw not even
the glimmer of a possibilty of escaping this brilliant
triple-combination hold.

"No more, please," I cried, "I give."

I was shocked at the sound of her voice as she snarled, "No! Fight back,
damn you, try to get out of this."

She jerked my arm higher by tightening her hold around my neck.

"Come on you wimp, fight!" she shouted.

What in the hell had come over her. The sweet, playful Maryann was gone
and this demon had taken her place. I tried to put up some kind of
resistance, but trying to move anything just made it hurt more. Couldn't
she see I was helpless?

"Please Maryann, please let me go." I begged, "You're hurting me. I give
up."

She didn't answer but instead, let some of the pressure off the
hammerlock she had on my and loosened the arm that was around my throat.
I could feel her leaning back, away from me, resting flat on her back. I
thought she was affecting a compromise; continuing to keep me in the
hold but granting me a reprieve from the painful pressure she hed been
exerting. I didn't understand why she wouldn't release me. I was hoping
she'd just gotten carried away for a moment or maybe didn't realize how
debilitating her hold was. I planned on appealing to her reasonableness
and pleading my case to see if she would be willing to accept my
submission.

Unfortunately, my reading of her intentions was way off-base. Once she
had adjusted her position, Maryann began working on the leglock. She
used her free arm to brace herself and leaned way out to the side,
putting tremendous pressure on my knee. I felt as though the tendons
were going to snap. This hurt even worse than the hammerlock and this
time I screamed in pain and agony. Within seconds, she reduced me to a
whimpering wreck. I begged her to show compassion for my plight but she
appeared oblivious to my suffering, concentrating instead on figuring
out how she could apply maiximum force to the lock. I pounded my hand on
the mat in frustration as nothing I said had any affect. Finally I could
take no more and began to sob openly.

The next thing I felt was relief as she backed off the leglock and the
pain receded from my right knee. I instantly fell into a grateful,
blissful sleep-like state and wasn't aware at first that she was leaning
over me and loosening the waistband on my shorts. I was startled by the
act of her tugging on my trunks, working them over my buttocks and
exposing my ass.
In a statement reminiscent of my father, she growled, "You want to cry?
I'll give you something to cry about," and began to spank me. At first
the smacks on the bottom paled in comparison to the brutality of her leg
and arm holds, but eventually, after a dozen or so swats, they started
to really sting. In addition, the anticipation of the next one only
served to heighten the sensation.

"Please..." I started again but she immediately cut me off by telling me
to shut up.

"This is your punishment for being such a poor opponent. I'm kicking
your butt easily. I doubt if you could even win one fall against me.
I'll give you one more chance to show me you're not as big a wimp as
Andrea said you were. She told us last practice that either one of us
could take you. Looks like she was right. You're no match for me." Swat!
"Say it!" Swat!

"I'm no match for you." I blubbered.

Maryann unhooked her leg and rolled off me. She stood up, waiting for me
to somehow pull myself together and get ready to wrestle her again. I
didn't know if I could do it. The mindset of submission had already
overtaken me. She'd made me beg, brought me to tears and spanked me like
a child. She had outwrestled me from the word go and I felt totally
intimidated by her. I was also mystified by the transformation that had
come over her. It was as if she'd been possessed by the spirit of her
friend Andrea and now she wanted to hurt and humiliate me too. What the
hell was happening?

I tried to get up and got as far as my hands and knees when I felt her
impatiently grab my arm and pull me to my feet. I stood there staring at
her in fear. She was covered in sweat and breathing deeply. She looked
like a wild animal. She let out another growl as she grabbed me around
the waist and threw me to the mat. Within seconds she had her legs
around my waist in a bodyscissors. Maryann poured on the pressure and I
felt an awful pain in my chest as her thigh muscles crushed my ribs. She
switched from steady pressure to a series of short, snapping motions.
With each one, I felt a sharper and sharper pain in one of my left ribs.

"Please Maryann stop, I can't take it. You win. I don't want to do this
anymore. Please!"

Her only answer was to squeeze longer and harder than she had the first
time. I sat up to try and grab her ankles but she had her legs well
positioned, at an angle to my waist. I turned my head, hoping that by
looking her in the eyes, I could convnce her I was finished and she was
really hurting me. Unfortunately, she wasn't looking at me. She had
removed her top and was staring blankly at the ceiling as she pinched
her nipples and cupped her big, beautiful breasts.

I was stunned as I realized squeezing me so brutally was getting her
off. She released the scissors and dove on top of me, working her legs
around mine in a grapevine. She spread them wide and anchored hersef
firmly before wrapping her arms around my head, as Andrea had
demonstrated during our match on the beach that day, and pressed her
boobs hard against me. She lifted up slightly and held one small, hard
nipple against my lips.

"Lick it! Suck my nipples!" she ordered. For the next few minutes she
made me lavish oral attention on her boobs. If I stopped to rest or take
a breather, she would slam her hips against me in a series of pelvic
thrusts that nearly knocked the wind out of me. Finally she stopped,
seemingly satisfied as she rested against me, keeping me pinned to the
mat with her grapevine hold. She removed one of her arms from around my
head and used it to unfasten the bottom part of her bikini. Now fully
nude, she removed her legs from around mine and climbed up my by now
bruised and aching body. As she sat on my chest, I could feel something
was wrong with my left side. I'd had a cracked rib before from a hard
bodycheck while playing hockey and this felt exactly the same. Every
breath I took was sheer agony. Maryann continued to slide forward until
she was positioned high on my chest, just below my neck. By this point
she was panting wildly, her chest heaving. She was covered with sweat.
Somehow she seemed far stronger than she had at the beginning of the
contest. It was if she was tapping into that strength that seems to come
to women in the throes of sexual activity. Most men, I'm sure, have
experienced it. They are in the arms of a woman who suddenly is
squeezing them harder than anything they've ever imagined, her legs
gripping their hips and her arms around their shoulders, pinning their
upper bodies against their breasts. There was no reaching Maryann now.
It was a matter of doing whatever she demanded, hoping she wouldn't hurt
me anymore in the process. She mounted my face and settled her dripping
pussy on my mouth, her powerful thighs pressing hard against my head. I
gave her my best, eagerly attempting to please her and keep this wild
woman from punishing me any further. I reached up and found her nipples
and began to tweak them.

"Harder, harder!" she cried.

I was already pinching them pretty hard, I thought. Apparently she liked
the pain or maybe she was too far gone to feel it. In almost no time at
all, she screamed and gushed her juices over me, drenching my face and
the mat in the process. She wanted more and kept my mouth tight against
her as she rolled to her side. I heard her scream again and felt her
strong legs squeezing me harder, even, than she had before. She took
hold of my head and got back to her knees, turning me on my back once
more. By this time I was barely conscious. I couldn't get enough breath
and felt like I was going to pass out. Everything started to swim and I
was dimly aware of a greyness, as if the world had gone from colour to
black and while. Maryann was making plenty of noise, but I could barely
hear it. I remember feeling a sharp pain in my nose and nothing more.

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"Sue? Sue you've got to come over here, I need help...no, no...I think I
hurt him...I don't know, he's unconscious...yeah, he's breathing alright
but he just looks really rough. I think I broke his nose. There's a lot
of blood...no I didn't hit him, it was, oh my god, I'll tell you when
you get here. Just get over here as fast as you can, please...what? Ok,
I'll get some ice. Hurry, please."

Sue didn't live far away and a few minutes later, Maryann heard her Jeep
pull into the driveway behind Jason's car. She opened the door and
ushered her in. Sue was doing a nursing degree and had some medical
supplies with her. She took a look at Jason, who was still passed out.
Maryann had put on sweat pants and a tee-shirt and had prepared an
ice-pack. Other than dabbing at the blood from Jason's nose, she hadn't
done much other than pace nervously waiting for Sue to show up. Sue went
straight to Jason, checked his pulse and breathing. Then she lifted the
ice-pack from his nose and gingerly felt around.

"I think it is broken. Other than that, I think he's basically alright.
His breathing seems a little laboured, though."

"Do you think we should take him to the hospital?"

"I don't know, I can put a tensor bandage on his nose. Other than that,
he can probably wait until the morning to get checked out. Now what the
hell happened?"

"Help me get him home first and I'll tell you later. I've got his keys
and I got his address off his driver's license. I'll drive his car and
you can follow us and drive me back."

"How do you know he still lives there. What if he moved?"

"I looked him up in the phone book. It's the same address. Help me get
him in the car."

Jason stirred and started to come around as Sue put the bandage on his
nose. They opened the front door and the rear door of Jason's car. It
took a few minutes to get him up and out the door. He seemed to wince
with each step and complained that it hurt when he breathed. After they
got him laid down in the back seat, Sue gave him the ice-pack with
instructions to keep it on his nose. Maryann slid into the driver's seat
and they drove across town to Jason's address. They located the house
and Maryann opened the front door. Jason had passed out again and barely
stirred as they walked him into the house. Sue had brought a few strong
painkillers and she went to get some water while Maryann made him
comfortable in his bed. Sue came in.

"These are painkillers. They'll help you sleep." Sue said. "Take two now
and I'll leave you a few more on the table here. Try to get some sleep.
You have a broken nose and possibly a cracked rib. You need to get
yourself checked out tomorrow, but right now the best thing for you do
is try to sleep. Let's go, Maryann."

"We'll lock the door on the way out and put the keys through the mail
slot. Jason, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"Come on Maryann. There'll be lots of time to apolgize later. He needs
to get some rest."

Maryann leaned down and kissed Jason lightly on the forehead. Then she
and Sue got into Sue's car and began driving back to Maryann's house.

"So how did this happen?" Sue asked. Maryann began to sniffle, which
soon turned into a cascade of tears. It took a few moments before she
was able to compose herself.

"It was my fault Sue. It was just supposed to be a friendly wrestlng
match. I felt bad about what Andrea had done to him and thought I could
make it up by fulfilling his fantasy, but in a nice way. I wanted to see
if what she thought about him was true, you know, if he truly was
submissive. We went for coffee and he admitted that he got a thrill from
what happpened on the beach that day. I wanted to see if I could make
him submit. Then I go and wind up hurting him way worse than she did. I
just wanted to make him give and, you know, maybe make him get on his
knees and kiss my feet or something like that."

"When you phoned me, it seemed like you were doing that. You had him
begging for mercy."

"I know."

"So?"

"I started...this is so embarrassing. The more times I won, the more I
started getting off on it."

"What do you mean? You mean, like..."

"Yes, sexually. It was just like Andrea said. I kept winning and each
time I made him submit, I could see it in his eyes. He started looking
at me this certain way, I don't know, like he knew I could take him. It
was incredible. I felt so strong and powerful. He told me when we were
having coffee that Andrea seemed like a goddess to him, you know, like
some character from mythology. I kept thinking about that, it was like
this fantasy playing in my head only it wasn't a fantasy. I kept getting
him in these holds and I could feel im trying with all his strength to
get loose, but he couldn't. Then he'd just run out of energy and his
body would kind of collapse and he'd submit to me."

"How did you break his nose? Was it an accident?"

"Yes. Well, sort of. After I called you, I started getting really hot. I
still had him in the headscissors, so I pushed his face into my pussy
and started thrusting myself against it. I could feel his nose pressing
on my clit and it was amazing, the combination of having him helpless
between my legs, making him beg for mercy and having his nose rubbing
against my clit. I almost came right there, but I wanted to wrestle some
more. I saw this hold on the internet that I wanted to try and I hadn't
had a chance to use it yet. So I broke it off and let him up. As soon as
he got up, I went right at him again. I felt stronger than ever, but I
wasn't thinking the same as I had been when we started. Remember what
Andrea was sayng about the whole strategic thng and how the mental part
of wrestling was as important as anything else?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, I had it going on the first two falls. I got a really nice
takedown on him in the first fall and nearly made him give with in a
toehold in less than a minute. It felt like I was one step ahead of him
the whole time. I could almost feel myself out-thinking him. But when I
came at him after the headscissors, I was starting to lose my focus. I
was too excited to think calmly. I made a mistake and he got me in a
bodyscissors. I was on my knees and he was on his back, so it didn't
hurt that much, but it was the first hold he'd gotten on me and..."

"Wait a minute. That was, what, the third fall and he hadn't gotten a
hold on you?"

"Let's see...no, it was the fourth."

"The fourth?"

"Yeah. I told you, I was kicking his butt. He was on the defensive right
from the beginning. I kept going after him and didn't give him a chance
to get it together. Anyway, I got upset, mostly with myself and that's
when I started to lose control, I think. I used that under-the-arm foot
thing she showed us to break the scissors but after I opened his legs, I
kept twisting and it flipped him right over on his stomach. Then I was
in the perfect position to try my hold and I got it on him. It was
unbelievable. I wanted to find out if there was any way to break out,
but he just gave up again and I lost it. I remember screaming at him to
fight back and just laying into him. I'm not sure but I think I wanted
to put him in enough pain that he would have to fight his way out, but
he couldn't and he started to cry."

"He cried?"

"Yes, and I mean REALLY cry. He was bawling like a baby. That's what I
remember thinking, that I should spank this little baby. I had one free
arm, so I used it to pull his shorts down and started spanking him."

"You've got to be kidding."

"No, I'm not. I spanked him until his ass was red as a lobster. My legs
were starting to cramp from having the hold on him for so long, so I let
him go and..."

"What hold was this anyway?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you that. You'll find out soon enough. Anyway, I
didn't even wait for him to get up. He was on his hands and knees and I
grabbed his arm, pulled him up and threw him right back down. I didn't
give him a chance to recover or anything. I just couldn't wait to get
him in another hold and feel his body struggling against me. This time I
got him in a bodyscissors."

"Oh-oh."

"Exactly. You know what it feels like. I'm pretty sure I squeezed as
hard as I could and he was already in pretty rough shape. I don't use
anywhere near my full strength on you and you know how fast I can make
you give. Even Andrea couldn't take my full power. But the thing was, I
don't know if he submitted or not. I mean, he must have, but I don't
recall hearing anything."

"Why not?"

"Oh shit. This is the embarrassing part. I had my top off."

"What?"

"I had him in the scissors and I was laying right back, you know, so I
could get the most efficient use of force from my legs and I took my top
off. I didn't even untie it, I just ripped it right off. I started
playing with my tits and sort of snapping my legs together really
quickly. I could feel his ribcage right up against my snatch and I'd get
these little jolts everytime I did it. Then I wanted my nipples sucked,
so I let go and got him in a grapevine."

"Didn't he try to get away?"

"I don't think he could. He was just lying there."

"So, you got the grapevine on him. Then what happened?"

"I spread his legs out and got it set, then I smothered him with my
tits, but that wasn't doing it for me, so I lifted up and made him suck
my nipples. I remember he'd stop every so often and I'd slam him with
those pelvic thrusts and make him keep doing it."

"Don't you think he would have been willing to do it anyway? Did you
really need to force him? I don't think too many guys would turn down a
chance to have those tits in their mouths."

"That's the thing. I wanted to have him in a wrestling hold while he did
it. That's what I'm trying to get you to understand. It was like this
sex/power relationship. I needed to have physical power over him, to
have him under my control, with my body."

"So you still haven't told me how his nose got broken."

"Care to take a wild guess?"

Sue's mouth opened and she gaped, wide-eyed at her friend. Maryann was
one of the sweetest, kindest people she'd ever known. She was one of
those people that had knack for being able to make people around her
feel good. She was cheerful, considerate and helpful. That she had
face-fucked a man so hard she'd broken his nose was almost unbelievable.
What in the world had come over her? They pulled up in front of
Maryann's house.

"Are you going to be alright? You want me to come in for a while?"

"Would you?"

"Sure."

They went inside and Maryann made some tea. They sat on the sofa, not
really saying much, just processing what had taken place. Neither was a
prude or sexually inexperienced, but this was beyond anything either of
them had ever even dreamed of doing. After a few minutes, Maryann
reached out and took Sue's hand.

"Thanks. Thanks for being here and helping me tonight. I was starting to
freak out a bit."

"It is a bit shocking. Especially for you. I didn't think there was a
mean bone in your body."

"I know."

"So, what's next?" Sue inquired, seeking to lighten the mood. "Whips,
chains? Are there nipple clamps in your future? Mistress Maryann? It has
kind of a nice ring to it."

For the first time since she'd arrived, Sue saw her friend smile.

"Feeling any better?" she asked.

"A bit. But I feel like I should be doing some type of penance."

"Paying for your sins?"

"Yeah, but it's weird. If Jason were here right now, and any kind of
shape to wrestle, there's no way I could let him win or submit to him
sexually. Something happened to me tonight that I don't think is going
to change. Andrea's right. There's something incredible about wrestling
full out against a man and winning. You have no idea Sue. It's like no
other feeling I've ever felt. It's not the domination thing. Whips and
leather. That doesn't turn me on at all. But just thinking about
wrestling a guy and making submit to me...geez, I'm getting wet just
thinking about it. It's amazingly powerful."

"You don't sound very repentant."

"No, I don't, do I?

"What about women. Am I going to have to worry about you losing it when
we wrestle?"

"Oh no Sue, never. I would never do those things to you."

"What if another woman did them to you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well I've been sitting here thinking about something. This thing that
happened to you tonight, it's all about the superiority of women,
right?"

"I guess so."

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if you ever had a real
match against Andrea?"

"Other than the fact that I'd get my ass whipped six ways to Sunday?"

"Yeah. Like what would happen if she, or another woman forced you to do
the things you made Jason do?"

Maryann looked sheepish and grinned shyly.

"You know, some of those pictures on the net, you know the ones showing
one woman sitting on another one's face, I have thought about how I'd
feel being on the bottom in one of those shots."

"What have you thought about it?"

"I don't know, that maybe it wouldn't be so terrible, depending on who
was on top of me."

Sue grinned at her friend. "You know what I'm thinking?"

"What?"

"That I know how you might pay for your sins."

Maryann glanced at Sue. "What if I win?"

"Well," Sue replied, "To the victor..."

Taking Maryann by the arm, she pulled her over to the mats.