College Vs. Session Wrestler, Part Nine
By brooksie  brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A pair of college wrestlers are invited to an underground fetish club on "fight night".


The third fall now looked like a mere formality. Karen's freestyle wrestling
skill had proven to be no advantage to her in this match. Twice she had been
made to submit. Plus she had suffered the humiliation of being forced to
worship Candi's tits. To the best of my knowledge, Karen had never had her
mouth on any woman's breast aside from her mother's. Karen looked shaky and
confused and her movements tentative, as though she were still in pain, which
was quite likely. Looking at Candi's fearsome legs, I could only imagine the
power they were capable of generating.

When the whistle blew to start the match, Candi raced across the ring, got
behind Karen, lifted her up and dumped her on the mat. In no time at all she
had her in a double hammerlock, both arms painfully twisted behind her back.
Keeping her weight on Karen's back, Candi held her arms straight up. Pushing
them together at the elbows, Candi was able to tuck both of Karen's arms
underneath her left armpit. Then she carefully positioned her legs so she
could work her feet underneath Karen's shins. Once she achieved that, she
pulled Karen up and bent her backwards. She had Karen's calves pinned between
her upper and lower legs. As she continued to lean back, Candi bent Karen into
a crescent shape causing her breasts to thrust forward where they strained
against the fabric of her tiny bikini. She prevented Karen from giving voice
to her submission by leaning down and planting her lips on my girlfriend's
open mouth. As she forcibly french kissed her, Candi removed Karen's top,
exposing her breasts. Karen was absolutely helpless to prevent the big
dominatrix from tweaking her nipples and playing with her breasts, much to the
delight of the audience. Once she had manipulated Karen's nipples into a state
of excitement, her hand dropped down to her bikini bottoms and worked its way
inside them. Continuing to kiss her, Candi began stimulating Karen with her
hand. When she broke off the kiss, Karen was panting and breathing hard, in
synch with the movements of Candi's hand. She let go of Karen's arms and laid
her down on the mat, lowering her mouth to my girlfriend's breasts. Using her
tongue, lips and teeth she soon had Karen moaning with feverish excitement.
Karen began thrusting her hips, in complete co-operation with Candi's
ministrations. In a state of utter fascination, I watched as she brought Karen
towards orgasm. Just as she seemed about to cum, Candi pulled her hand out of
her bikini bottoms, lifted her head away from her breasts.

Candi turned her over onto her stomach, then removed her wristbands, which
fastened with velcro. I saw they weren't leather after all, but made of some
type of stretch material. Again, she pulled Karen's arms behind her into a
double hammerlock. Karen was right out of it and put up no resistance as Candi
used the wristbands to strap her wrists together. Once she had he wrists
bound, Candi jerked her victim to her feet and marched her over to one of the
ring posts. Pulling her arms up painfully behind her, Candi held Karen around
the waist, lifted her off the mat and hooked her arms over the post before
setting her back down on her feet.

Jolted out of her post orgasmic state and now fully aware the entire room had
witnessed her sexual violation, not to mention having her bare breasts in full
view, Karen began to struggle, then whimper when she realized it was useless.
In full command, Candi simply stood before her, hands on her hips. Then she
took off her top as well and pressed her own huge tits against Karen's face,
rubbing them roughly all over it. When she finished that particular form of
humiliation, Candi went over to the far side of the ring from where I sat and
gestured to another dominatrix, who came forward and handed her something. She
turned around, brandishing a small leather whip. Karen's eyes went wide with
fear and she began struggling wildly to raise her arms high enough behind her
back to unhook them from around the ring post. Candi watched her futile
efforts, saying nothing. Her impassive face showed absolutely no trace of
emotion as she silently fingered the whip.

A hush settled over the crowd as everyone waited to see what Candi would do
next. Inside my head, my brain creamed at me to do something. But what? If I
tried to rush to the ring to free Karen, the bouncers would get me. Not only
that, I'd have to tear myself away from the two beautiful and very busty
strippers who were currently draped all over me. Truthfully, in my current
condition the only place I'd have a chance of rushing to would be the floor.
Besides, another part of my head was in a different mode. Shanice was still up
there, watching over the proceedings and I did trust she wouldn't let things
get totally out of hand. In a strange way, I felt disassociated from the
scenario unfolding in the ring. Obviously I still recognized it was my
girlfriend up there, but I was transfixed, drawn completely into the sexual
tension and drama of what I was seeing. All of which might be a fancy way of
saying I was too drunk and too content with Erin and Taylor's attention to do
anything but sit and watch Karen's humiliation at the hands of the big,
muscular woman in leather who was now teasing her nipples with soft flicks of
her whip.

I couldn't imagine the embarrassment Karen must have felt at being put on
display that way. I mean, I can now because we have talked about it in great
detail since, but at the time, like everyone else, I just watched in
fascination, waiting to see what would happen next. It was almost like I
didn't know Karen. It's hard to explain and makes me sound like a bastard
trying to. But that's how it was - almost like a dream, where things don't
necessarily make sense.

Candi continued whipping Karen's breasts, now a little harder than when she
had begun. Karen's eyes were screwed shut, partly against the pain and
probably to try and shut out the leering faces of the crowd. I stared at my
girlfriend's small, naked breasts. Candi had shocked her nipples into a state
of hardness with the first gentle blows from her braided leather whip. She
continued striking them and they seemed to grow even longer. I'd never seen
Karen's nipples extend that far. They must have been getting numbed to the
pain as well. As Candi whipped them with increasing force, Karen took the
strikes without crying out, as she had first done. Candi stopped for a few
seconds, causing Karen to open her eyes. When she did snapped the whip hard at
first one breast, then the other. Karen screamed out in agony. Candi advanced
on her and, tucking the whip under one arm, took Karen's engorged nipples
between her index finger and thumb and rolled them around, pinching them and
causing Karen to cry out in pain again. She let go and leaned against Karen,
pinning her against the corner of the ring and enveloping her little breasts
with her own massive ones. Then she possessively seized Karen's chin, tilted
her head upward and began forcefully kissing her again, her tongue probing
deep into Karen's mouth. After a while, she broke it off and left Karen
hanging helplessly in the corner while she had her friend bring something else
up to her. She knelt down to take it, but whatever it was, it was too small
for me to identify. Seconds later, they were revealed to be nipple clamps,
which Candi attached to my girlfriend's breasts.

Karen yelled in pain at their application and begged Candi to remove them. For
the first time since she had placed her in bondage, Candi spoke to Karen.

"Just relax, honey. They only hurt at first for a little while. You'll soon
get used to them. After that, I think you'll find they feel quite nice.
Anyway, it doesn't matter what you want. I like my slaves to wear them."

Karen started to protest.

"I'm not your slave..."

She didn't even get that much out before beginning to weep.

"Sweetie, I own you now. You are mine. Unless you want to try and defeat me in
the ring again. Do you? Shall I untie you and give you another chance?"

Beaten and demoralized, Karen experienced her worse humiliation yet. She had
to accept Candi's absolute superiority over her.

"Well, answer me. Do you want another chance at wrestling?"

Karen hung her head.

"No. No more."

"Beg. Beg for my mercy."

The tears that had welled up in her eyes overflowed as Karen began bawling.

"Please have mercy. Please. You win, please. You're better than me. I admit I
have no chance against you. I beg you please, let me go."

"Well, that was pretty good honey. I've heard better begging but you're new to
all this aren't you?"

Candi walked up close to Karen and began stroking her hair, comforting her and
brushing away her tears. Once she had her settled down, Candi stepped back and
took up her whip again. Karen was still sniffling and this time begged for
mercy without prodding. Candi had returned to her silent persona and said
nothing. She simply regarded Karen with a look of satisfaction on her face.
She wasn't sporting the cold smirk of earlier in the evening, but it wasn't
exactly a smile either. I couldn't tell what she was thinking as she stood
before Karen, who was now literally shaking in fear and anticipation. Avoiding
Karen's clamped nipples, she brushed the whip around her abdomen, ran it up
the sides of her body, under her arms and around over top of her shoulders.
Then she brought it down around her hips, across the front of her thighs and
slowly, tantalizingly, up between her legs. Candi softly flicked at Karen's
inner thighs, which cased her to jump but, surprisingly, not cry out in pain.
She was making sounds that were more gasps. Candi continued running the whip
over Karen's body but began alternating with lashes of increasing force. Karen
responding with either a gasp or cry of pain, depending on which on Candi's
whims she was being subjected to. Candi began to concentrate on Karen's lower
body, specifically the inside of her thighs, which she had slowly but surely
turned a bright shade of crimson. She was also not hitting Karen directly in
the crotch with short little strokes of the whip. Karen was making continuous
noise now, more of a moaning sound than a gasp or a cry. Candi deftly turned
the whip around and started gently probing Karen's crotch with the handle.
Amazingly, rather than protest this new indignity, Karen started undulating
her hips. She seemed to be in another world. Continuing to manipulate the whip
handle between Karen's legs, Candi moved in close, tugging on the nipple
clamps and running her tongue around her face, kissing her neck, biting her
earlobes.

"Oh, oh," cried Karen, and then, "Oh God...Candi..."

Candi immediately stepped back cracked the whip once and then lashed each of
Karen's ankles hard, leaving big welts across them.

"Oww, oh please no," Karen begged fearfully.

"Don't," Candi shouted, holding Karen by the hair, "EVER, call me by name. You
are a slave. My title to you is Mistress. Nothing else! Do you understand?"

The combination of pain, fear, embarrassment, uncertainty and sexual
stimulation were all too much for Karen. She broke down, sobbing. Candi stood
apart from her, waiting until she got control of herself.

"Now, I asked if you understand me?"

Karen "Yes Mistress. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. Please forgive me,
please have mercy."

"Do you want me to touch you again?"

Candi's voice had suddenly turned husky and seductive. I was in awe of how she
could change her persona, going instantly from one extreme to another. She
should have been an actress. In a way, I guess she was. Candi set down the
whip and this time slid her hand down the front of Karen's bikini. While going
back to work with her mouth and tongue and using her other hand to
occasionally subject Karen to a sharp burst of pain from a tug at her nipple
clamps, Candi signaled to her friend on the other side of the ring. I saw her
hand Holly something and the short, pale blonde brought it over and handed it
to her Mistress through the ropes. Unlike the tiny nipple clamps, there was no
mistaking what this was. The crowd roared with approval.

In a very short time she had Karen once again moaning with delight. I saw the
front of her bikini become wet with her pussy juices as she began crying out
"Please Mistress, please!" She seemed impervious to Candi's untying of the
bottom part of her bikini, leaving her fully naked. Candi silenced her
momentarily by kissing her deep on the lips, while she belted on the enormous
dildo. Then she began rubbing the tip against Karen's clit. It was apparent
from the expression on her face that this action was quite pleasurable to her,
too. Candi stopped kissing Karen on the lips and moved her mouth down to her
neck. I knew what sort of an effect that had on her. She began calling out
"Please, Mistress" again.

"Please what?" asked Candi. "What is it you want? I want to say it, shout it
out as loud as you can."

There was a few seconds following that where I swear you could hear a pin
drop. Candi had the entire audience, yours truly no exception, perfectly
enthralled. I didn't even realize I had a huge erection until Erin reached
down and began stroking it.

Back in the ring, Karen responded to Candi's command.

"Oh, fuck me, please Mistress fuck me, FUCK ME!"

Candi pulled Karen's legs up around her waist and drove the strap on device
deep into Karen's crater. Without a trace of jealousy, I watched my
girlfriend, helplessly suspended between Candi and the ring post, get fucked
by a leather-clad dominatrix with a strap on dildo in front of everyone.

When Karen finally stopped screaming in orgasmic delight, Candi withdrew.
Karen softly protested, but Candi hushed her by lifting her up, unhooking her
arms from around the ring post and laying her down on the mat. Then she
re-inserted the dildo, causing Karen to squirm her hips around in delight. The
was still relatively silent, as Candi withdrew the rubber rod and uncoupled it
from around her hips. Turning her over, Candi undid the band holding Karen's
wrists together and led her over to the corner of the ring she'd gotten
undressed in. Picking up the heavy leather collar, she placed it around
Karen's neck and fastened the buckle. That's why she'd worn it!

With this symbolic act of total dominance, the audience erupted, some chanting
Candi's name. Whoever it was that had told me she put on quite the show had
been right. Her display of sexual dominance compared to that of Tara and
Taneesha over the blonde fitness twins earlier, was like comparing a Corvette
to a Corvair. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. But Candi wasn't through
yet. As a final act of superiority, she bend down, put one arm around Karen's
hip and hoisted her up onto her shoulder. Then she raise her other arm and
flexed it. Another wave of cheers as she showed off her biceps while holding
Karen easily across her shoulder. Candi then set her back down on her feet,
attached a small chain to the collar and led her out of the ring, to more wild
applause.

Meanwhile, Erin was all over me. She swung her leg up and slid onto my lap.
After what had just taken place in the ring Shanice had apparently decided
there was little to be said. Candi's performance was all the sell she needed.
I was betting everyone of these people would be back. I know if I lived in San
Francisco, I would be. Shanice simply thanked everyone for coming and signaled
to sound guy to crank up the house system. Erin used the opportunity to start
a lap dance, which ended up with her in bra and panties only.

"Come on," she said, into my ear.

"Where?"

"There are some private rooms here."

She took me by the hand and led me a part of the club I hadn't seen. Another
doorway, another bouncer. She whispered something in his ear, he nodded and
let us in. It was a small room, maybe 12 x 8, with nothing in up other than a
sofa and two end tables. It was fully mirrored on all walls floor to ceiling.
Once inside, the little redhead resumed her lap dance, this time more
smolderingly sexy than before. Before long, all her clothes were off, as well
as my own. Sex was wild with her. She was so small and light, we could do it
standing up, without even leaning against a wall. Being able to see from every
angle was an incredible turn on too. I was so excited, and overcome by the
evening's events and the large quantity of alcohol I'd consumed, I wouldn't
have even thought about using a condom. She did though. She slipped it on,
threw her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around me. Bracing her feet
against my thighs, she created a little space for me to get my hand in between
us and insert my prick into her. We fucked while waltzing wildly around the
room in a crazed, carnal dance. When I began to stiffen up she reached down
and squeezed the base of my penis.

"Wait," she whispered, "don't cum yet. Go down to your knees."

I did, keeping her suspended just inches above the plush carpet.

"Now, onto your side. Careful, careful. I don't want you to slip out."

She squeezed her legs tightly around me, holding my pelvis hard against her.
Once we were both on the floor, she adjusted us so I was on my side, her in
between my legs with one of her legs running up chest, her foot nearly in my
face. Her other leg was resting against my back. I was still hard and inside
her. One of my arms was more or less pinned underneath us, but with my other
one, I reached down and began playing with her clit while we moved our hips
around as much as possible in the position we were in. Without warning, she
seized my hand with both of hers and rotated it. She kept twisting until I
cried out in pain.

"I always wanted to fuck a guy while I make him submit. Do you submit, Scott?
Say uncle!" She twisted my arm harder.

"Uncle!"

She let go of my arm, pushed her hands flat against the floor and forced me
even deeper into her, screaming with pleasure. I shot my load and I think she
had another orgasm. We lay on the sofa and kissed for a while before gathering
up our clothes and getting dressed. One we were fully clothed, I expected her
to open the door so we could go back into the main part of the club. But she
just stood there, with a proud, cocky little smile on her face.

"What", I asked.

She flexed her slender arm proudly.

"I made you say uncle."

I went to reach for her. She squealed and jumped out of my way, then opened
the door and ran through it. For a second I considered giving chase until I
remembered the bouncer stationed just outside.

The club had emptied out quite a bit in the twenty minutes or so Erin and I
had been in the private room. The wait staff had begun clearing the tables,
but they had left ours alone. I still had the remnants of my last beer sitting
where I had left it. I picked it up and gingerly took a sip. Yuck! Flat, warm
beer. I didn't need any more to drink anyway. I went up to the bar and asked
for a glass of water. I was quietly sipping on it when Shanice spotted me.

"Hey, I've been looking for you."

"I, uh..."

That's as far as I got. Shanice looked at me coolly.

"Uh-huh," she said, knowingly.

"Where's Karen?" I asked. "Is she all right? How's she feeling?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I think Karen's going to stay here
for a while."

"What! Why?"

"Let's just say I don't think Candi's quite done with her yet, and vice-versa
it you catch my drift."

I did, but I didn't like it.

"Look, we have to be on an airplane tomorrow morning...early. I need to get
her...us, back to the hotel."

"No problem baby-doll. I'll see she gets back safe. You go on ahead and don't
forget to put in for a wake up call. You're gonna need it, honey."

"But...I can't leave without her."

"Ssshhh," she said, patting me on the cheek "it's going to be ok. Come on,
let's get your coat and find you a cab."

Shanice walked me out to the street and told me not to worry about a thing.
Then she gave me a sweet kiss and disappeared back into the club. I instantly
got a pang, realizing that might be the last time I would see her. I didn't
much care for that thought either and considered going back inside. But the
door was locked and the doorman wasn't there to let anyone in at this hour.
I'd have to wait for someone to come out. The next people that did were Erin
and Taylor.

"There you are, you naughty boy," Erin scolded. "Running off without even
saying goodbye. I thought you Canadians were supposed to be so polite."

I hadn't even occurred to me it was pretty rude to screw someone and leave
with saying anything to them. I guess I had assumed it was like the hand job
Morgan had given me earlier...just part of the job, clinical, meaningless. But
it seemed it wasn't that way with Erin.

"You're not mad because I made you give, I hope?"

"No, of course not."

"Oh goodie, cause I have lots of ways to make a man beg for mercy. If you
like, I could come back to your hotel room and show you some of them."

It was strange. I mean, she really sounded hopeful. And the thought of
spending more time with this little redheaded bundle of energy was tempting.
But I decided enough was enough. It was late, I was tired and drunk, I had to
be on a plane first thing in the morning. We, Karen and I, had to be on a
plane. Besides, as far as I knew, I was still in a supposedly monogamous
relationship. I wouldn't have a good justification for Erin's presence in our
hotel room, in case Karen returned while she was still there. Even though it
sounded like Karen's sexual activities may not be through for the night, it
didn't mean I had to keep pace. Besides, someone was going have to have it
together for our return trip home and I was expecting Karen to be in hangover
hell, running on maybe a couple hour's sleep. Clearly, I was the man. Which
meant I wasn't the man for Erin. Reluctantly, I left her standing on the
street with Taylor as I climbed into the cab and gave the driver the name of
our hotel.

He was the chatty type, which was probably a good thing. It kept my mind off
what I was doing. Otherwise, I probably would have had him turn around and
take me back to the club. He dropped me at the hotel and by the time I made it
up to our room, I couldn't believe what I'd done. Leaving Karen alone in San
Francisco, with a dominatrix who'd fucked her in front of a live audience and
a woman I just met earlier today? Was I nuts? I don't know. Maybe. One thing's
for sure, I was definitely piss drunk. Too wound up to sleep, I stumbled
around the room trying to perform some semblance of packing. I thought about
calling the club but I couldn't find the card Shanice had given us. What was
the name of the place? It took some effort, but I finally remembered. Then I
tried looking up the number in the phone book. Oh man, forget it. All the
letters and digits started doing a little dance every time I looked down at
the page. I gave up. If I'd fucked up, it was too late now. I thought about
calling the police, but that seemed too drastic. Besides, what the hell would
I tell them? That's about the last thought I recall having before falling
asleep.

The next thing I remember was sound of the door opening. I was pretty groggy.

"Karen?" I said, hopefully.

No answer. Whoever it was didn't turn on the light, so I couldn't tell.

"Karen?" I called out again, "is that you?"

"She's here," replied an unfamiliar voice, "she's with me."

Slowly my eyes adjusted. I recognized the form standing in the doorway. It was
Candi.

"Í brought your little girl home, only she's my little girl now."

Candi had one hand on a chain that went over her shoulder and around the side
of the door frame. She pulled it in and Karen, completely outfitted in leather
fetish gear, appeared. The chain was still attached to the collar around her
neck.

"Karen's decided she's going to remain my slave girl for the night, isn't that
right baby?"

"Yes, Mistress," Karen answered meekly.

"All right, show Scott what a good little slave you are. Down!"

Karen immediately sank to her knees.

"Kiss it," Candi demanded, sticking the toe of her leather boot under Karen's
face. Karen bent down and placed her lips on Candi's foot. She left them there
until Candi said "Enough. On your hands and knees. Crawl over to the other bed
and wait for me there."

I had to sit up to see, but Karen did it without complaint. So far, we hadn't
yet made eye contact.

Still not completely with it, I had no trouble finding a stupid question to
ask.

"What's going on?"

Candi laughed.

"Having a hard time grasping the obvious, genius?" she said derisively. I need
a moment's privacy here. Lie face down on the bed."

I stared back at her, eyes blinking and still heavy.

"DO IT!" she yelled.

The door was still open. Fearing her shouting would be overheard (by whom, I'm
not sure) I complied. I heard the sound of the door closing, then what sounded
like Candi undressing Karen. Suddenly my arm was wrenched behind my back and
put into a painful lock.

"Guess who?" said a familiar-sounding voice. "Guess who or I'll snap your arm
like a twig."

"Shanice!" I shouted, my voice equal parts joy and agony.

She let go of the hold and turned me over. It was her! And we were both naked!
From that point on, the wildest orgy I could ever have imagined ensued. It
began as Candi and Karen, Shanice and myself. But I know I spent a significant
amount of time with Candi, who introduced me to the sweet ecstasy of
simultaneous pleasure and pain and also was introduced to a new world of
sensation when Candi had Karen fuck my ass. Both Candi and Shanice seemed to
thoroughly enjoy the sight of Karen driving the dildo deep into my rear, while
whipping my legs, back and shoulders. At some points in the evening, all four
us were in the same bed, other times, I couldn't even be certain who was doing
what to me, or vice versa. It was a blur, a blinding swirl of sensation that
left me thoroughly drained.

Ring, ring.

The phone. Shit! Where was it?

Ring, ring.

Oh God, my head.

Ring, ring.

There it is.

"Hello?"

"Front desk sir. You requested a wake up call?"

I did? Ok, whatever.

"Oh, ok. Thanks."

"You're welcome sir."

I hung up the receiver and looked around the room. Jesus Christ! The room
looked like a rock band had been partying in it for a week. What a mess. Karen
was zonked out on the other bed. What time was it? I found the clock radio
under a pillow. 7:00 am. We had three hours before our flight. I felt like
hell. I could only imagine what Karen was going feel like when she woke up. I
decided to let her sleep for a while longer. I ordered breakfast from room
service and took a shower.

I was in a little bit better shape after spending some time under the water.
The food arrived and it actually smelled good to me. Now for the hard part.

"Sweetie...Karen...come on baby, time to wake up. I ordered breakfast."

"Oh God...my head is killing me," she groaned.

It took a while, but I finally got her sitting up. It was clear breakfast was
not an option. Karen spent most of the next hour in the bathroom, heaving her
guts out while I finished packing. She finally got herself cleaned up and
dressed. We made our way down to the front desk. I paid the bill and the clerk
handed me the receipt. I turned to go. "Just a minute sir, there's a message
for you."

I took the envelope and tucked it in my pocket. We had barely settled into the
cab when Karen rested her head on my shoulder and fell back asleep. I reached
into my shirt pocket and pulled out the message. It was from Shanice.

"Dear Scott," it began. "I hope you got the wake up call. I thought you might
forget. Have a safe trip home. I enjoyed meeting the two of you and, when all
is said and done, I hope both you and Karen will feel the same about me. I'm
betting last night was everything you'd hoped for and a whole lot more. I can
guarantee your sex life is never going to same again. I hear Vancouver is a
beautiful city. I'd love to come up and visit sometime. Could I count on you
guys to, uh...show me around? (wink).

Love, Shanice"

The End