Ms. Olympus, Part Two
by brooksie.  brooksie@pacificcoast.net
My wrestling match with Kathy


She took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom. I was fairly
confused at this point and that confusion grew when she opened the door. There
was no bed! In fact, there wasn't any furniture at all. The room had a weight
bench, a barbell and a few dumbells and that was pretty much it. There was a
shelving unit with a few bodybuilding and fitness magazines and a large
oscillating fan. One wall featured a large mirror, the rest of the walls were
bare. Kathy went over to the closet. I saw it was full of clothes and some
sports equipment on the floor there were several large vinyl mats, stacked on
top of one another. She pulled them out and then turned to face me. "Spread
them out. I've got something else I want to show you." She went back into the
closet and emerged with a trophy. She handed it over and I read the
inscription. It had been awarded to Kathy three years ago as the Provincial
middleweight high school wrestling champion. I could hardly believe my eyes!
"You were a girl's wrestling champ?" I said. "Take another look," she replied,
"does it say anything about a girls league? There was no girl's champion. It
was mixed and I beat a lot of guys while I was in high school. I made the
wrestling team in grade 10 and wrestled for three years. I was provincial
champ two years straight. I'm not only strong and in great shape but I know
all there is to know about wrestling. I told you your dream was coming true,
only it may turn out to be a nightmare." I was totally stunned and could
barely find my voice. "What do you mean?" Kathy replied that she had been
waiting for an opportunity to wrestle a man all out since graduating from high
school. "I've wrestled some of my boyfriends but I have to be careful not to
completely overpower them as most guys can't handle it. If I like a guy, I
don't want to ruin the relationship by crushing him into submission. But I
don't have to worry about that with you, do I?" I shook my head and she once
again smiled that wicked grin. "Let's get down to it.", she said
enthusiastically. We agreed that it was going to be straight wrestling. No
blows or striking of any kind, no kicking, scratching, or biting, just a
straight test of strength and skill. "That's what you wanted, right?", she
asked. It was erie how well she understood the exact nature of my fantasy.

I was wearing cycling shorts and tee shirt and she stood facing me in her
G-string and sports bra. For the first time I stared unabashedly at her body
without fear of alienating her. Her broad shoulders with their rounded caps of
deltoid muscle were thrust back and her chest out. Her breasts were set high
on her chest and stuck straight out, no doubt due to the level of muscular
support they had and, like the rest of her, seemed firm and solid. I had
noticed her prominent nipples, which always seemed to be semi-erect but they
now seemed larger and even more portruding than ususal. She picked up a hair
tie off the shelf and, as she pulled her long reddish curls into a pony tail,
I had another chance to gape at her bulging biceps. My arms were my best
feature. Hers looked to be about the same size as mine but were far more
muscular and cut up. Even her forearms displayed some very complex
musculature. She looked at me but said nothing, just stepped to the centre of
the mat and crooked a finger at me. My heart pounded like it was going to
burst right out of my chest. I had wrestled a few women in my life, some who
were actually good at it but I'd never faced anyone who was clearly stronger,
in better shape and an experienced wrestler to boot. And now, my fantasy woman
stood in front of me, waiting. "Ready?" she asked. I nodded and suddenly I was
looking up at the ceiling. Kathy had rushed at me as if she was going for my
head and when I instinctively put my hands up to fend her off she simply
dropped down, wrapped her arms around my legs just below the knees and stood
up. My feet were tucked under her armpits, her knees were bent and she leaned
back slightly. Her ankles were beyond my reach and, with that option removed,
I had no defense. I tried to twist my upper body hoping to pull my legs free
but she easily countered my efforts. I expected to be turned onto my stomach
and put into a Boston Crab hold. I knew that Kathy's strength would make
escape nearly impossible. But Kathy didn't make the move. Instead, she simply
tightened her hold on my ankles and took a step forward and lifted me higher.
My shoulders were pinned and arms were useless. She looked down at me and said
"Well, you know what's coming. Want to give now?" I tried to kick my legs out
from under her arms and that was all the answer she needed. She easily stepped
over me and turned around. She was in complete control and deliberately taking
her time. I had no chance of escape and she was playing a psychological game
of nerves by moving as slowly as possibe. Finally she began to squat down. I
tried to resist by pushing up with my arms. It was no use. She simply
continued down until I felt her butt resting on my lower back. The pain was
excrutiating and I yelled out my surrender, "Please, I give, no more." She
began to lift up and then quickly sat back down hard. I screamed for mercy and
she released my legs. As I writhed on the mat I felt her foot on the back of
my neck. "That's one. I'll give you a minute to rest. She removed her foot and
I rolled over onto my back to see her flexing her arms again. She dropped to
the floor and did ten more one-armed pushups with each arm. Kathy stood,
smiled at me and said "Time's up. Ready for round two?"

I slowly got to my feet and tried to work the kinks out of my back. Meanwhile
Kathy had moved back to the centre of the mat. I put my hands up and waited
for her to move but she stood still and raised her own arms, inviting me to a
test of strength. I knew it was a sucker's bet but still I couldn't resist. We
laced our fingers together and I tried to bend her hands back. They didn't
move. She simply stood there as I poured everything I had into it but nothing
happened. Then she rolled her shoulders and in an instant and turned my wrists
to the outside, jerked my arms down and began to turn on the pressure. "Up",
she said simply and forced me to stand on tiptoes. In one swift move she
pulled my arms back up and bent my wrists back at a savage angle. She barely
had time to say "down" before I was on one knee. "Both knees", she barked and
I quickly complied. "Give?" she asked. I nodded. "Say it!" she commanded. "I
give, I give". "Say mercy! Mercy or I'll break your fingers", she commanded. I
begged her for mercy and pleaded with her not break my fingers, which I was
sure she could do if she wanted. "Kiss my feet and I'll think about letting
you out of this", she said. My wrists and forearms were on fire and she still
exerted more power, bending me down even further. I began to kiss her feet and
begged her again to release me. I felt her let go of my right hand but she
kept my left hand trapped. She took hold my left wrist with her free hand and
untwined her fingers. She then grabbed my fingers around the knuckles and
squeezed hard. She had my left arm pulled straight while I was still on my
knees.

Everytime I tried to stand up, which was my only chance of breaking her hold,
she squeezed my hand harder and I buckled back down. She made me kiss her feet
some more and then ordered me to worship her calves. She flexed the left calf
and it erupted into a hard, zeppelin-shaped muscle that was nearly as big as
both of mine put together. I began to kiss it, then felt her relax that leg
and flex the right one. I shifted my attention to it. I had never seen calves
like these, at least not this close. After a minute of so of this she unflexed
the muscle and relaxed the pressure on my hand. It felt limp and useless.
"Now", she said "I'm going to give you a choice. We can continue like this or
you can volunteer for a new hold." I couldn't take any more of her sqeezing my
knuckles together and was already feeling tears welling up in my eyes.
"Please," I cried, "anything, just please stop." "OK," said Kathy "Put your
head between my thighs." I looked up at her powerful legs and hesitated. I
felt another jolt of pain in my hand and cried out "No, I'll do it, please,
please." It was astonishing how quickly she had completely defeated me
psychologically as well as physically. I was now begging to be squeezed
between her legs, which were the part of her body I feared most. That she
could do this simply by crushing my hand was something I never would have
imagined. Kathy was not only meeting my fantasy, she was exceeding it, adding
more dimensions of subjection and surrender that even I had contemplated.

Once again she let up on the pressure and stood with her ankles together but
her thighs open wide, something like the stereotypical bow- legged cowboy. I
gingerly placed my head between them. As anyone who knows submission wrestling
can tell you, the standing head scissors is far from the most effective form
of the hold as far as exerting pressure is concerned. But it is difficult to
break, especially without the use of one's arms. Kathy still had hold of my
left wrist and she now leaned over my bent back and took right one as well. I
would have resisted but I couldn't see what she was doing as the only view I
had was of the floor behind her. In two swift, sure moves she jerked my arms
up causing my shoulders to spasm and then easily bent my wrists out and around
behind my back into a double hammerlock. Holding my head still between those
powerful thighs, she worked the hold until she felt my arms go slack and then
stood up straight changing the position of my arms so they straight back
behind me as if she had me in a surfboard hold. She was using her grip on my
wrists for balance and easily held me in place by flexing her quadracep
muscles. Every once in a while she'd lean back, pulling on my arms and sending
another jolt of pain through my shoulders. She began to pull first one of my
arms forward, then the second one as if she was cross country skiing. After a
few minutes of torturing me this way she bent her knees slightly and released
my head. It was only a brief respite. Still holding my wrists, she slowly
dropped onto her back and, pulling my arms forward, recaptured my head in a
classic front head scissors. Once again she shifted her grip from my wrists to
around my knuckles and squeezed both my hands and head. The pain was bearable
but my head immediately began to spin and I felt like I was going to pass out.
I tried to surrender by she had my face jammed up against her warm G-string
clad pussy and I couldn't get the words out. My arms were completely under
control and I was left with no way to signal my submission. Finally I felt her
relax the scissors, just as I was starting to see black spots dance before my
eyes, and I was able to move my head back enough to speak. "I give, you win.
Please Kathy, no more." I said weakly. She gave my head one more quick jolt
and then stood over me. I saw her go into the kitchen and return with a water
bottle, which she took a long pull from. She then set it down beside me and
said "Drink up, round three's about to start."

I tried desperately to think of some kind of move I could use to control her
but my head was still foggy and I couldn't think straight. I'm not sure it
would have done any good regardless. This woman was too much for me and we
both knew it. I doubted I could win even one fall against her. I considered
just quitting but the thought of feeling her powerfully-muscled body was too
much temptation and I wearily got to my feet. She began toying with me my
faking various moves and watching me shy away from her. Then she actually let
me grab an arm and try to pull her into a hold and then yanked it back out of
my grasp, looking amused at my frustration. "Having trouble?", she laughed
"Here, let me show you." With that, she grabbed my left arm and pulled it up
while stepping underneath it. She bent down and slipped her right arm in
between my legs and easily hoisted my onto her broad shoulders. She then began
waltzing around the room singing to herself as if this were some kind of
dance. Finally she flipped me over onto my stomach and quickly secured a full
nelson. She then rolled me over on top of her and swung her legs up around my
waist. She clamped down hard on my neck causing me to lean forward and then
turned on the power in her legs. "This hold is unbreakable and I can keep it
up as long as I need to. But that won't be very long, will it? How about it,
ready to give again sweetie? Submit to the iron maiden." Kathy put her head
next to mine and I felt her tongue in my ear. At the same time she sent
several hard jolts to my ribs and felt a sharp pain that got worse with each
shot. I had never felt anything like what I was feeling now. I was hurt and in
pain and wanted it to stop and at the same time I was sexually aroused like
I'd never been before and didn't want to submit. Still, my ribs were really
starting to hurt and I was just about to quit when she suddenly released the
full nelson and did two things simultaneously. She slid out from under me so
her legs were around my middle sideways and trapped my head again, this time
using her forearm under my chin, forcing my head back. My arms were free but
everytime I tried to move her arm off my throat she squeezed her legs tight
and ordered me to put my arms down. I couldn't reach her ankles to try and
break the scissors. She had positioned herself expertly and they were out of
reach, especially with my head trapped this way. She had her knee right under
my diaphragm and continued to increase the pressure until I started to feel
light-headed and nauseous. I could only take in tiny breaths and each one of
those was instantly squeezed right back out of me. Meanwhile Kathy was
tormenting me by saying how easy this was and how she was only half her leg
power.

"This is going to hurt a lot more if you don't give." she promised. I was
finished, out of breath and on the verge of tears.

"I surrender. I give in to you completely. No more, please." I begged.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes, please stop. I've had enough." I said.

"Beg me for mercy and tell me who's the strongest." she demanded.

"You are the strongest woman I've ever met and the best wrestler. I can't
defend myself against you and beg you not to hurt me anymore. I am completely
at your mercy. You are a goddess. I'll do anything just please let me go."

"Oh a goddess, I like the sound of that." she giggled. "So tell me, did I
fulfill your fantasy?"

I said that she had done more than that. She had exceeded all my expectations.

"And are you now my willing slave?"

I promised to obey her every command.

"Take my G-string off," she ordered, releasing my arms and parting her legs.
While I did that she removed her top and began to stroke and pinch her
nipples. "Now," she said, "it's time for you to fulfill my fantasy."

end of Ms. Olympus, Part Two