The Wrestling Lesson
by brooksie   brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A teenage girl finds out she's not as tough as she thought.


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The three teenagers were in high spirits and they walked along the beach.
Christina, Ellie and Alyssa were all athletic girls who had been involved in
various sports all throughout their school years. Their latest passion was
lifting weights and they were giggling with delight, showing each other how
big their muscles were getting. Christina was the tallest and largest of the
group, at 17 she was already 5'8 and a 135 lbs. She also had the biggest
muscles, especially her arms. Christina's biceps and triceps had really
responded to weight-training. Along with her naturally wide shoulders,
prominent lat muscles and narrow waist, not to mention an burgeoning pair of
"C" cup breasts set high and far apart on her chest, she boasted quite an
impressive upper body. And "boasted" was a good word to describe Christina's
attitude about her muscular frame. She loved to show off and flex and, given
the slightest provocation, she'd have her arm up and ready to go before you
could get the words "arm wrestling" out of your mouth. She was already talking
about becoming a bodybuilder.

Today, more than ever, Christina was riding high. The girls' afternoon had
ended with gym class, where they'd been learning how to wrestle over the past
few weeks. The males and females in the class had stuck to wrestling each
other and the inevitable rivalry between the sexes had arisen. To demonstrate
the point the sport was about more than brute strength alone, the coach took
advantage of that rivalry and wrapped up today's class by asking if any of the
girls wanted to try wrestling against the guys. Only Christina, Ellie and
Alyssa were willing. The other two girls gave very good accounts of themselves
and were certainly no pushovers, but both were defeated by their male
opponents. Christina, on the other hand, had her opponent in trouble several
times during their match and ultimately pinned his shoulders to the mat. Even
though the boy was razzed mercilessly for "losing to a girl", the truth was
everyone had a newfound respect for Christina's strength and realized her
weight-training was paying off. Her biceps were already as big as any of her
male classmates. As the girls gathered around her after the match while she
flexed, several felt her arm and marveled at how hard it was, too. Walking
along the beach with her friends, Christina felt on top of the world!

>>From a distance, the three younger girls looked like they were playing but
as the teenagers approached, they saw these girls were wrestling also. They
weren't in high school yet and looked to be about 11 or 12, five years younger
than the older trio. One of the girls, her wispy brown hair tied in two
pigtails, appeared to be coaching the other two. A curly headed, freckle-faced
redhead was on top of the other and was in the process of putting some kind of
arm lock on the girl pinned beneath her. The one in pig-tails was observing,
instructing her how to secure the hold.

"OK, good. Now use your arm to push up on her elbow, yeah, like that."

Whatever she had her friend do, it must have been painful, because the girl on
the bottom quickly and loudly cried out a submission.

"Ow, that really hurt," she said, getting to her knees and rubbing her
shoulder. The little redhead grinned.

"See, I told you that works good," the pigtailed girl said, "here, I'll show
you another arm hold."

"Hey, are you guys wrestling?" asked Christina.

"Sort of," answered the one who'd just been the victim of the arm lock.

"It's not really wrestling," spoke up the one in pigtails. "it's grappling.
There's every kind of fighting, not just wrestling. We use martial arts moves,
like in jiu jitsu and judo. I'm showing them how to do submission holds." She
was obviously the spokesperson for the other two.

"No kidding? Hey, I could show you some wrestling moves. We've been taking it
in gym. I pinned a guy today."

If she expected younger girl to be impressed, Christina had a bit of a
surprise in store.

"That's no big deal. I've been taking grappling classes for two years and I
submit guys all the time."

"That's pretty good," Christina said, trying to be complimentary.

"Yeah," the girl agreed, then added, "and it's real fighting too, not just
pinning their shoulders. That's sissy stuff."

Christina looked at her friends, who had amused expressions on their faces.
This spunky girl was clearly not giving Christina the respect she felt she
deserved.

"Sissy stuff? What do you know about it?"

"I know I wouldn't waste my time on something that wouldn't help me in a real
fight. So you pin someone. They can get loose. I'd rather make them give up.
Grapplers can beat wrestlers any day."

"You're pretty sure of yourself. Maybe I should give you a wrestling lesson
and see what you've got to say after that."

"Yeah, right," the girl said scornfully. She looked up and saw Christina
flexing her arms and legs. Once again, she reacted with disinterest.

"Big deal, so you've got muscles. Big muscles don't win fights. Skill and
technique are way more important."

These statements she was making so boldly must be things they taught in these
classes she was taking. She couldn't be coming up with this stuff herself,
Christina thought. As much as they were enjoying seeing this little pre-teen
frustrate their friend's attempt to impress her, Alyssa and Ellie were anxious
to keep moving. They were headed towards the snack bar at the far end of the
stretch of beach they were on.

"Come on Christina, let's go. I'm thirsty," Ellie urged.

"Me too," added Alyssa.

"You guys go then. I think I'm going to stay here and teach this little brat
to respect her elders."

"No way. What are you going to do, beat her up?"

"Of course not. I'm just going to give her a bit of a wrestling lesson." She
pulled a dollar out of her shorts pocket and gave it to Alyssa. "Here. Bring
me back a diet Coke, OK?"

"All right, we'll be back in a few minutes," said Ellie, "don't be too rough
with her."

"Hey, don't worry about it," the girl spoke up. "I'd be more worried about
your big, dorky friend if I were you."

Christina bristled. The tall, athletic blonde was one of the best looking
girls in school, with a body that was second to none. She wasn't used to being
referred to as a dork.

As Ellie and Alyssa walked off towards the refreshment stand, she stared at
the young girl with disbelief.

"You know, you really have quite the mouth on you for a skinny little kid."

"You think you're tough just because you've got muscles? I'm not afraid to
fight you."

"Fight me? I'm not going to fight a kid."

"I knew you were all talk. Why don't you just get out of here and go with your
friends. And don't forget to tell them what a chicken you are."

Now Christina was really starting to get upset. This girl had a real attitude,
it seemed to her. She was still telling herself that all she did was offer to
show her some wrestling moves and was getting nothing but abuse in return. The
truth was that, still pumped up from her victory earlier that afternoon, she
really wanted to show off some more but the younger girl had seen right
through her. This girl was a very dedicated student of grappling and regarded
Christina's assuming a "teacher's" role for herself as arrogant. She also
wasn't at all intimidated by the older girl's muscles.

"I'm not chicken, I just don't want to hurt you, little girl," Christina
retorted angrily.

"You should worry more about yourself. I still say you are too chicken to
fight, so why don't you get your big muscles out of her before I decide to
hurt you."

"Listen you little..."

Christina took a step towards the girl, but that's as far as she got before
she felt the impact of the girl's foot in her belly.

"Ooof!" she gasped, bending forward and clutching her abdomen. She was
immediately hit under her chin by a front kick. While the first kick hadn't
hurt her as much as taken her by surprise, the second one had struck her
square on the jaw. Not only had it rattled her head, but had also caused her
teeth to snap shut and bite into her tongue. She tasted blood in her mouth and
spit red. Seeing that she really was bleeding, Christina lost her temper and
lunged. Unfortunately for her, the girl was one step ahead. She dropped down,
underneath Christina's grasping, outstretched arms. Christina felt the girl's
calves scissoring her ankles. Her own momentum caused her to pitch face-first
onto the sand. Before she could recover, the girl had moved around behind her
and had a hold of both Christina's feet. She twisted her ankles hard, forcing
Christina to give with the pressure and allow her legs to be bent backwards at
the knee. The girl leaned her weight against Christina's legs to help them
there and managed to get her ankles crossed. She again grabbed her toes and
twisted, lifting Christina's legs up a bit and scrunching her butt as close to
the bigger girl's as she could. Next, the girl wrapped her legs around
Christina's sides and crossed her ankles on top of the high school girl's
back. When Christina used her arms to try pushing up, hoping to get enough
leverage to twist around and get hold of the little brat's feet, the girl
would simply punch her feet down on Christina's back, between her shoulder
blades, and drive her back down. After almost a minute of this, Christina was
still flat on her face and her hamstrings were starting to cramp up from the
constant pressure of the girl's leg lock. Pain causes people to act in
desperate ways. Christina did and it cost her. Without thinking, she reached
her arms around behind her back, hoping to get a grip on the girl's ankles and
unlock them. But this was exactly what her opponent was waiting for. She
leaned forward, keeping Christina's legs trapped, and got hold of both the
bigger girl's wrists.

"YES!" she cried, enthusiastically, "that's what I was waiting for."

Then, to her two friends, "I've got her now, no way she can get out of this."

Addressing Christina, she taunted "Can you?"

Panic-stricken by the realization she was in a defenseless position, Christina
starting squirming any way she could, a grunting sound escaping her lips. The
girl and her friends laughed, seeing her feeble attempt amount to naught. Her
position quickly became even more untenable, as the girl pounded her heels
into Christina's back, and digging her thumbs into the high schooler's wrists.

"Ow, ow, stop!" Christina protested, still struggling as much as she could in
the younger girls potent grip.

"You're beat. And you can't even tap out, cause I've got your arms, so you
have to say it."

"Say what?" gasped Christina.

"Say you give. Submit to me and I'll let you loose."

"No way!" replied Christina, beginning her pointless struggle again.

Her wriggling reminded one of the girls of a worm and they all took great
delight in making fun of Christina by saying things like "look at the little
worm, trying to get away".

Christina was still putting up what little resistance she was able, but was
running out of gas. The young girl's grip was still as firm as ever, and she
was finally realized her predicament. The girl had beaten her and was now
expecting Christina to admit defeat. She racked her brain trying to think of
some other way to get out of it, but the girl's thumb found a pressure point
in her wrist and she screamed her submission involuntarily.

"OK, OK, I give. Stop it. Please, I submit."

"Who's the winner?" the smaller girl asked calmly.

"You, you!" came the frantic reply.

"And who's the loser?"

Christina choked a bit, but came out with the answer.

"I...I'm the loser."

"Yeah, no surprise there," the girl taunted, releasing her victim and standing
up, casually brushing the sand off of her.

Christina lay face down in sand, barely able to comprehend what had just
happened. It took a few seconds for her head to clear enough to recall how she
had wound up in such a helpless position. She thought of the girl kicking her
and became filled with anger which only intensified when her younger adversary
poked her foot in Christina's ribs and challenged her to get up and fight her
some more.

"Where's this wrestling lesson you were supposed to teach me? You afraid now,
muscle girl? Come on, get up and fight."

Christina got to her feet. Her legs still felt sore after being cramped up in
the girl's leg lock. She tried shaking them out and stretching a bit. The girl
just stood with her hands on her hips, waiting.

"Any time you're ready, weakling." she said.

Christina couldn't take another second of this little brat's brash, arrogant
attitude. She lunged at her and knocked her over onto her back. Christina
wasn't even thinking about her wrestling training, she was so angry. Her plan
was to pin the girl down, sit on her and maybe slap around until she
apologized. But Christina's lack of composure stood in stark contrast to her
opponent. Putting her legs up in the guard position, the girl caught hold of
Christina's left wrist and pulled her whole arm through. Almost in the same
move, she bent her leg around behind the older girl's neck. Then she hooked
her free leg over the ankle of the one that was wrapped around the back of
Christina's head and locked her in a figure four leg hold. Christina was being
choked by the girl's hard inner thigh muscles and her own arm. To make matters
worse for her, the girl was pinching her trapped arm just above the elbow and
pushing one way on the joint while bending her forearm back with her other
arm. Christina's arm was being pressure in two different directions.
Meanwhile, she was stuck on her knees, with her head in between the girl's
legs. She tried to submit, but the young girl's leg choke made it difficult to
speak. Still, she managed to make some sort of sound, enough to alert her
captor as to her intentions.

"Tap out. Tap my leg to show me you submit."

Christina still had arm free and quickly tapped the girl's thigh several
times. She opened her legs, tucked her feet up and rested them on Christina's
shoulders for just a moment, before straightening her legs and sending the
bigger girl crashing onto her back. Then, with a hearty laugh, she stood over
Christina and flexed her arms. Although her arms looked firm and solid, she
really had no noticeable biceps to speak of. It was as if she wanted to
emphasize to Christina she didn't need big muscles to dominate her. The girl
smiled down at Christina. Hands on her hips she demanded of the older girl,

"Who's giving who a wrestling lesson, muscle girl?"

Christina really had no idea of what just happened. One minute she was on top
of this feisty little kid and the next she couldn't breathe and felt like her
arm was going to break. She struggled to accept what her mind already
knew...she'd been beaten by a better opponent.

"Answer me!" the girl demanded, poking Christina in the ribs with her toe.

Against her will, Christina said softly,

"You are."

"I am what? Say it louder!"

"You are...gi...giving me a lesson."

She practically choked on the words.

"That's right," the girl boasted "I'm teaching you who the superior fighter
is."

Still standing over the fallen teenager, she put a foot on Christina's hip and
added,

"Do you accept me as your teacher?"

Christina had had enough. She rolled over, pushing the girl's foot off her and
started to get to her knees.

"Go to hell."

"Such disrespect," the girl said mockingly "I guess you need more lessons."

She dove on Christina and the two started grappling on the sand. Completely
confident, the young girl got her larger foe in an arm bar. Not bothering to
ask, or wait for a submission she made Christina cry out in pain then
instantly moved to another grip. With ease, she worked both Christina's arms
over with a variety of painful locks. Finally she used a wrist lock to
manoeuver Christina into a sitting position, legs out in front of her. Sitting
down behind her, the girl squeezed her legs around Christina's waist while
holding her by the wrists. She was lying back on her elbows with Christina
seated in front of her in her scissors grip.

"Give up?" she yelled, squeezing Christina's sides with her thighs.

While she was unable to resist the young girl's joint locks and various arm
holds, Christina did have a well-conditioned midsection and refused to submit
to her little torturess again. She tried a couple more times to make Christina
submit this way before growing impatient.

"I know how to get you to submit. Let's see you get out of THIS!"

Unclasping her ankles, the girl brought her feet up and back around behind
Christina's neck, her thighs pressed into her armpits. The hold was exactly
like a full nelson, except it was her calves pressuring down on Christina's
neck. The girl still had hold of her wrists, leaving Christina completely
helpless. To top it off, the girl's crossed ankles left her feet in a position
on either side of Christina's face that looked as though they were cradling
it. The young girl was causing her two friends to howl with laughter as she
slapped Christina's cheeks with the bare little feet.

"Please, please," Christina begged, "I give up. Let me go, please. I submit."

"Ha, too late for that. You had your chance earlier, but you chose to show
disrespect to the one who defeated you in combat. Now you have to pay for
that."

"Please, what are you going to do to me?" Christina asked, fearfully.

"I don't know. Seeing as how they're already in you face, maybe I should start
by making you kiss my feet and apologizing to me."

Desperate to escape Christina turned her head and planted little kisses on
both the girl's feet. But she didn't release her. Instead, she demanded
Christina get to her knees. It was awkward and somewhat painful, but Christina
made it to her knees with the girl maintaining the leg nelson hold. Then she
began to rock her legs back and forth, picking up enough momentum to slam
Christina face first into the sand. She quickly released the hold, scrambled
around behind Christina and seized her feet, twisting on them again to make
her give up her legs. Then she bent them back again, into a double toehold and
sat on her ankles. She got hold of one of Christina's arms, which were limp
and weak from all the bending and joint pressure they'd been subjected to.
Christina barely put up any resistance. It was an easy matter for the girl to
twist one, then the other, of her arms into a double hammer lock. Now she had
the muscular teenager tied up in an absolutely helpless position. That was how
Alyssa and Ellie discovered her when they returned from the snack bar.

At first, they weren't too concerned. But as they got closer, they could hear
their friend crying out in real pain.

"Stop it, please," Christina begged, "Let me go."

"What the hell...?" Ellie said.

Hearing her friend's voice, Christina called to her.

"Help me, Ellie, help. Get her off me!"

Both Ellie and Alyssa just stood there, in shocked silence. They couldn't
believe what they were seeing. When Christina cried out again, the two
teenagers moved in. The girl saw them coming and shouted at her friends.

"Get them," she yelled, "get their backs."

Before they knew it, the two younger girls had jumped up on their backs and
pulled the teenagers down.

"Hold them with your legs and choke them," said the pig-tailed girl, who was
having no difficulty keeping Christina under control while giving instructions
to her two young protégées.

The older girls tried to fight back, but it was too late, as they quickly
found themselves caught in scissors holds, with a pair of pre-teen arms
wrapped tightly around their throats. They panicked and tried to break loose,
but the girls had their holds expertly applied and neither Alyssa nor Ellie
could loosen the grip of their captors.

"Wait till they stop fighting back. Choke them if you have to, them switch to
the sleeper hold, like I showed you yesterday."

Soon realizing that any struggle they put up was only causing them more
difficulty breathing, the teens lay still, giving the two young girls the
opportunity to change their grips from straight chokes to more elaborate locks
that made everything go gray and fuzzy for their victims.

"Keep the pressure up and squeeze your legs hard too, so they can't get any
air."

Another minute or so went by. Christina, virtually hog-tied by the girl's
invincible hold, was still pleading to be released. Again, she called out to
her friends for help.

"Fat lot of help they're going to be. They're not going anywhere."

"Noooo!"

"Yes. I've got you and my friends have them."

She began rotating Christina's wrists, adding incredible pressure to her arms.
The bigger girl began to sob.

"Please, oh my shoulders, please stop...it hurts."

"Now you know who's a better fighter, right?"

"Yes," Christina sniffled, "it's you. You're better than me."

"So now, do you accept me as your teacher?"

She gave Christina's wrists another twist.

"DO YOU?" she yelled in the older girl's ear.

"Yes, yes!"

"Yes what?"

"I accept you as my teacher. Please, you win. I give up."

"Good. Now you have to do what I say."

"All right, OK. Anything, please, just let me go."

"Not until you show me the respect a teacher deserves. You must address me as
'Master'."

Christina was practically blubbering now, a result of the combination of the
pain and humiliation she was being subjected to, but she managed to choke out
the words.

"Master. You are my master."

"Your master, who is superior to you in every way?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"My master, who is su...superior to me in every way."

"Very good," the girl said, gloating at the ease of her victory over her
bigger, older rival.

"Look at these big muscles in your arms," she said, pinching them hard. "Too
bad they can't help you against a real fighter like me."

She began to jerk Christina's arms around, moving them into whatever position
she liked.

"See, their just big spaghetti arms now. Two limp noodles. I have you, don't
I?"

"Yes," Christina sniffed.

"You are at my mercy, girl. I control you, and now I want to hear you beg for
forgiveness."

To her horror, Christina heard herself beg shamelessly. She called the girl
master, promised to be her slave, obey her and never again challenge her
supremacy. The girl giggled when she heard that.

"You're good at begging. You make a real good loser, muscle girl."

Hearing herself referred to as "muscle girl" in that sneering tone made her
defeat seem all the more abject. Christina wept again. Suddenly one of the
girl's companions called out to her.

"Hey, I think mine's unconscious."

"Really?" the girl asked. "Is she breathing?"

"Uh huh, but she's not moving at all."

"Pick up one of her arms and let it go."

"It just dropped right down. I made her to sleep," the girl said proudly.

"OK, you can stop squeezing, but keep the hold on her, she'll wake up soon.
She better, or she's going to miss the show."

Suddenly Christina felt the girl repositioning her arms. She tried to put up
resistance, but her arms did feel like wet noodles. She couldn't do anything
to prevent the girl from bending them around so her wrists were crossed behind
her neck. Her little captor leaned her weight forward and held both arms in
place with just one of hers. Then Christina panicked as she felt the girl
start to untie her bikini top.

"Stop it. What are you...no, you can't!"

"Can't I? Who's going to stop me, muscle girl? Your friends are helpless,
one's even out cold, and you're too weak to fight me. I can do anything I
want."

With that, she finished the job and pulled the top of Christina's swimsuit
off, leaving her naked from the waist up. Next, she rolled her over and sat
down on her stomach...hard. Christina groaned at the impact the girl's weight
made on her. Once more her arms, those muscular arms she had been so proud of
just a short time ago, were forced down and the girl's knees placed on her
now-quivering biceps. Her conqueror, sitting up higher, right on Christina's
chest, ground her hard little knees into her arm muscles, completely robbing
them of any strength they might have had left. Then she moved back onto her
stomach again and, to demonstrate her total annihilation of the buxom
teenager, released Christina's wrists and placed her hands on her hips. She
looked down haughtily at the older girl.

"How do your arms feel, muscle girl? They don't look very strong now. Come on,
let's see you flex them."

"Nooo...please."

"I said 'FLEX'! Did you forget my name already?"

"No."

"What is it?"

"Master."

"That's right, and when you master orders you to flex, what do you do?"

"Flex."

"Then do it."

Christina tried to flex her biceps muscles, but the were so sore and strained
that it hurt too much. The best she could manage was a slight tightening of
her arms. She felt powerless.

"Ha, you can't even flex them, they're so weak and useless. Aren't they?"

"Yes."

"Say, my arms are weak and useless."

Christina was willing to say anything at this point. She closed her eyes and
prayed for this ordeal to be over with. But she opened them immediately when
she felt the girl start playing with her tits.

"Oh god, no. Please don't do that."

"Why not? I always wondered what these things felt like. They seem kind of
flabby to me. I bet you're real proud of them though, aren't you? Do the boys
like them? I bet they like them better then your big arms, even though they're
just for show. What happens if I pinch these?"

The girl began pinching Christina's nipples, roughly at first. The teenager
responded by reaching for the girl's arms. She left off her nipple torture and
seized Christina's wrists.

"Don't even try it, or I swear I'll hurt your arms worse that I have already.
I might even break them. Think about that, muscle girl. No weightlifting for
you. You're arms will be in a cast and you're muscles will get small and
mushy. Just like these."

She slammed Christina's arms back down and began kneading her boobs again.
There was nothing the bigger girl could do to defend herself against this
indignity. As she kept rubbing, the girl noticed Christina's nipples begin to
harden and grow. She rubbed them lightly between her finger and thumb and was
amazed to see how far they stuck out. She also noticed Christina's breathing
becoming more shallow and rapid.

"Hey, I think you're starting to like this, aren't you?"

"No, no, no," Christina protested, her shame and embarrassment in full bloom.
"Please, please stop. I'll do anything, please. I'm begging you. I'll get down
on my knees, I'll kiss your feet, just please stop this."

"All right, how would you like to be my horsey."

"Yes, OK. Anything."

The girl slid off, applied yet another wrist lock, forcing Christina over onto
her stomach. Then she took the older girl's bikini top and looped it over her
head, forcing it into her mouth like a bit. She commanded Christina to get on
her hands and knees. Just the effort of supporting her own body caused her
arms to ache, then the girl climbed up on the teenager's back. Digging her
heels into Christina's sides, she rode her over to where her two friends still
had Ellie and Alyssa helpless in their combination body scissors/sleeper
holds. The girl pulled in her improvised reins with one hand, while reaching
underneath to cup and squeeze Christina's dangling breasts with the other.
While her friends were being forced to look at her in this humiliating
position, Christina was trying to keep her eyes closed and her face averted.
The girl noticed what she was doing and used her heels and bikini-top reins to
bring Christina around, face to face with Alyssa and Ellie, who where being
held motionless by the two younger girls.

"Open you eyes, horsey!" demanded the girl, jabbing Christina in the ribs with
her heels.

"Now," she continued, "how do you think you look in front of your friends now,
muscle girl? Not that they have anything to brag about either. They're just as
weak and pathetic as you. Tell them who your master is."

She pulled the fabric roughly from Christina's lips, tearing the corner or her
mouth in the process. Christina dripped blood on the sand as she came out with
the hateful words.

"You are...my master."

Finally, the girl got off of her. With one foot she pushed Christina face down
in the sand.

"Come on you guys, let's go."

The other two girls released their prisoners and the three of them began
walking away. They took a few steps, then the girl with the pigtails stopped,
turned around and said,

"Oh yeah, thanks for the wrestling lesson, muscle girl. Maybe we can do it
again sometime."

Howling with laughter, the three girls ran off down the beach.