Tomboy II, The Sequel
by brooksie    brooksie@pacificcoast.net
My second encounter with a 13-yr-old muscle girl


Author's Note: This story is in response to the many e-mail requests I
received asking for a sequel. Thanks to everyone who wrote and I hope you
enjoy this one as much.

My ribs hurt with every breath as I contemplated what had just happened. I'd
been beaten up wrestling a thirteen year old girl who had humiliated me, made
me beg for mercy and kiss her feet in front of two of her friends. By the end,
I was even saying things she wasn't making me say, begging and pleading of my
own accord. Now I was on my back, ordered by her to remain that way until she
and her friends were out of sight. I rolled over and looked in the direction
where the girls had run off to go swimming. I couldn't see or hear anything,
so I slowly and painfully got to my feet, brushed the dirt off myself and
wearily made my way to the parking lot of the farmer's market from the
secluded meadow out back where my humiliation had taken place.

The next day my ribs still hurt and x-rays revealed two of them had been
cracked. I felt the effect of the girl's scissors for the next several weeks.
After the pain eventually subsided, I tried to put the incident out of my
mind. I wasn't a particularly macho guy, but I worked out in the gym a few
times a week and considered myself somewhat athletic. I'd wrestled with some
of my girlfriends and often found myself in holds I couldn't get out of, but
there had always been some complicity on my part. I enjoyed wrestling women
and liked the effect that victory had on them. They became more sexually
aggressive and daring, as they playfully dominated me. But this girl, who was
a foot shorter and probably 60 lbs. lighter, had absolutely overpowered me and
placed me under her total control. She had actually made me afraid enough to
beg her not to hurt me.

I stayed away from the farmer's market for the rest of the summer, even though
it had been a regular weekend tradition for me. As September drew to a close,
I realized I'd have only another two or three opportunities to go this year.
The memory of my painful defeat at the hands (and legs) of the barely-teenage
muscle girl had faded somewhat and I began to think I was being overly
cautious. After all, I didn't even know for sure she'd be there. She seemed
pretty familiar with the area and had known about the meadow we'd wrestled in,
but that didn't mean she was there every Saturday. Besides, even if I did see
her, I could avoid her or simply leave.

As I parked the car and got out, a sense of nervous dread swept over me. It
was unquestionably fear - the fear of being trapped by her, unable to free
myself, having her easily, almost casually squeeze me into painful submission
while she verbally taunted me. She definitely had me spooked. I decided I'd
have to scout out the whole market first to make sure she wasn't there,
otherwise I'd never be able to relax and enjoy myself. I looked everywhere but
couldn't see her and eventually told myself I was being silly. I picked up a
few things and took them back to the car, then went to get a coffee and check
out some of the crafts and musicians. I hung around for an hour or so enjoying
the sights and sounds, had a bite to eat and decided to head home, feeling
happy and relieved. I was just about to insert the key into the doorlock of my
car when I felt someone poke me in the ribs.

"Hello Wimpy, long time, no see," said a young girls' voice.

I turned around and there she was, hands on her hips and a slight smirk on her
face. She wore a pair of shorts and a little halter top, looking just as
strong and athletic as before. The combination of her sweet thirteen-year-old
face and her muscular build would have thrilled me beyond words under normal
circumstances, but I felt nothing but fear and embarrassment. She was the last
person I wanted to see.

"Aren't you even going to say hi? You don't seem very glad to see me," She
teased.

"I'm not." I said dejectedly.

"Hey relax," she said comfortingly, "I just wanted to apologize for the
whupping I laid on you. I guess I got carried away. What do you say, no hard
feelings?"

She stuck out her hand offering a reconciliation, smiling and just standing
there waiting for me to respond. What the hell, I thought. I've never been one
to hold a grudge and the truth was that, through it all, I'd harboured a
secret admiration for her strength and skill. I reached out to accept her
handshake but, just before our hands touched she grabbed my little finger and
bent it back, twisting my wrist at the same time so I couldn't just jerk my
hand away. My face immediately creased into a pained grimace.

"Stop it." I groaned through clenched teeth. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because," she purred, "I want another match. I enjoyed our last one so much
and I missed it. And you're such a bad boy to keep me waiting so long."

"Forget it!" I answered defiantly "I'm not going to wrestle with you."

"Oh dear, are you afraid of a little girl? I'm only thirteen and so much
smaller than you. I guess you really are a wimp, aren't you?" She said all
this in a maddening, baby-talk voice.

"Look, let me go." I said, trying to sound authoritative. "I don't care what
you think or what you say. I'm not wrestling."

She still had a firm grip on my finger as I added, "Please...please, leave me
alone." My voice broke as I said it.

"Oh, begging already, are we?" she laughed, "Well, don't you worry, there'll
be plenty of time for that, because we are going to wrestle. Unless of course
you want me to break your finger, which would be very easy for me to do the
way I have your arm twisted." She bent it back a little further and I cried
out in pain.

"Owww, no, please don't!"

"Then what's it going to be? Either we wrestle or I'll break it right now,"
she threatened.

"Ok," I gasped, "you win. I'll wrestle. Tell me where and when and I'll be
there."

"Oh yeah, "she hooted "as if you'd actually show up. No Wimpy, the where and
when is right here, right now. I want you to meet me in the meadow. And to
make sure you don't stand me up, I want your car keys."

"What?" I said, blinking back tears.

"Don't worry, I'll give them back. I just need to make sure you don't run
away. Besides, what good are they to me? I'm not even old enough to drive."

She held my finger near the breaking point with one hand, the other held palm
up for me to drop the keys into. "I'm not waiting any longer. Give me the keys
or I'll break it now."

I had no choice, if I didn't want my finger bent back until it snapped. I
handed them over and she let go of me. "Five minutes wimpy, and don't be
late." I watched as she met up with one of the girls who had witnessed her
previous humiliation of me. She said something to her and they both started
laughing, then ran off down the path leading to the meadow.

I conducted a fierce debate with myself as I trudged along, following them.
Why was I so afraid of this girl? I was almost twenty years older, nearly a
foot taller and outweighed her by at least 50 lbs. She had shown me she knew
how to skillfully apply wrestling holds but she had taken me by surprise the
first time with a flying dropkick that had knocked the wind out of me and
again, just now, when she fooled me into thinking she was going to shake my
hand. All I had to do was be ready and not get tricked. She couldn't possibly
be stronger than me. Somehow she'd gotten to me mentally and was using that to
psyche me out. Just go after her, I told myself. Grab her, throw her down
and...wait, what was I saying? A 31-year-old man was going to aggressively
fight a 13-year-old in front of a witness, who was a friend of hers? Say, good
morning Judge. And wouldn't my life be great when the word got out?

Damn! This is stupid, I should just turn around now. But I couldn't! She had
my car keys and I had to get them back first. I decided I'd demand my keys
before I'd agree to wrestle and then simply turn and walk away. This had gone
on long enough.

Suddenly my mind was flooded with thoughts of how her strong, lithe, muscular
body felt as I struggled in her powerful grasp. It wasn't an entirely
unpleasant recollection. I imagined what she'd look like in three or four
years. She's only be 16 or 17 and would have a physique that would
equal...SNAP OUT OF IT, I yelled at myself. My head was spinning around in
circles. By the time I reached the designated spot, I was angry, frightened,
confused and aroused all at once. I managed to gather my thoughts together
enough to enact my original plan. "Ok, I'm here, now give me back my car
keys."

"Why?" she said mockingly, "So you can run away? Not that you could anyway.'"

"I'm not going to run," I lied.

"I don't believe you. Anyway, you'll get your keys back. They're right over
there."

She nodded at her friend who was perched on the split rail fence that
surrounded the small, grassy meadow where we were standing. She dangled the
keys tantalizingly.

"Give me those!" I said angrily, starting towards the girl. I took only a few
steps before I was tackled, football style, by my would-be opponent. From that
moment on I was able to think of nothing but defending myself. She was
relentless, constantly on the attack, aggressive, skillful and seemingly with
a limitless supply of energy. I was battling as hard as I could just to keep
her from capturing me. Hammerlocks, armbars, headlocks, scissors and
grapevines were just some of the holds she tried to get on me. I was in total
panic, fighting furiously to escape her clutches. I had no time to think about
holds of my own or plan any kind of counter-attack. She just kept coming at me
and after a few minutes of this, I was panting for breath, sweaty, hot and
tired. She lept on me once again and this time I didn't have the strength to
fight her off. Riding my back, she locked me into a sleeper hold and used it
to pull me over into a sitting position. She wrapped her legs around my waist
and held me steady while she worked the sleeper vigorously. I tried using my
own arms to break the hold but it was too well applied. In a very few seconds
I could feel myself getting light-headed as the blood to my brain was cut off
and sleep began overtaking me. I had one hand around the bicep of her left
arm. It felt so much bigger and harder than mine.

"Please, please, I give up." I whimpered.

"What was that?" she asked, loosening the hold enough for me to speak louder,
"I didn't hear you."

"Please, you win. I give up. I don't want to fight anymore. You're too strong
for me."

"Are you begging for mercy?"

"Yes, mercy, please have mercy."

"Oh come on, don't tell me you're giving up that easily. I'm just getting
warmed up I haven't even squeezed you with my legs yet. You remember how much
you liked that, don't you?"

"No, please," I gasped, "not that." She applied some pressure to my sides.
"No!" I cried out.

"Yes." she answered back, squeezing harder, "Here comes the crusher."

She let go of my head and leaned back, suporting her weight with her arms and
took me over to the side, her thighs digging into me. "Give up?" she barked.

"Yes," I screamed, "I give, I give, please don't!"

"Please don't what?" she said slyly, "Please don't stop? Is that what you
mean?" She bore down even harder with her legs. How could she be so strong?

"Oh god stop, you're going to break my ribs. Please, I'll do anything you
say."

"Are my little legs too much for you?"

"Yes, yes, they're too much. I can't take anymore, please stop." She backed
off the pressure a little and called to her friend to come over to where she
had me writhing in helpless submission.

"Now speak up Wimpy, nice and loud so my friend can hear you. Am I hurting
you?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" she pressed, punctuating her question with another brutal
explosion of power from her legs.

"Yes, you're hurting me?" I responded desperately.

"And do you admit I'm stronger than you?"

"Yes." I said meekly.

"You don't learn very fast, do you?" She hammered my guts again, making me
scream.

"Yes you're stronger than me, much stronger. Please, I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry for not saying what you wanted."

"Alright, let's try it again. Do you admit I am superior to you in every way
and that you are a wimp?"

"Yes" I said, choosing my words carefully, "I admit you're superior to me in
every way and...that...I'm, I'm a wimp."

Her friend began to giggle. "Yeah! That is so awesome. Make him say it again."
she urged. "Say it again." my torturer commanded.

"I'm a wimp."

"Again!"

"I'm a wimp, I'm a wimp, I'm a wimp. Please, no more."

"What else should I make him say?"

"Make him beg for mercy like you did last time. That was so cool."

"She wants to hear you beg. Any problem with that?"

"No, no problem, I beg you for mercy. Please have mercy on me. You're the
best, the strongest, I'll do anything you say. Please don't hurt me anymore.
Mercy."

"Make him kiss our feet again."

"There'll be plenty of time for that. I want to show you what it feels like to
have a guy under your control. Here, lie down beside me. "Now Wimpy, I'm going
to let my friend squeeze you for a while. Her legs aren't as strong as mine
but they're still pretty strong, so you better behave."

She shifted her position so I was on my stomach, still between her powerful
thighs and then twisted my right arm behind my back. She slid her bottom leg
out from under me and swung around so she was kneeling in front of my head,
with my arm pulled up tight behind my back.

"Ok, now lie on your side and put one leg underneath his stomach."

She jerked my arm up further, causing me to cry out in pain.

"Lift your stomach up so she can get her leg under you."

I obeyed instantly.

"Now," she said, turning her attention back to her friend, "Put your other leg
over his back and cross your ankles...that's right. Move your legs up a little
higher. You want to be right around the bottom of his rib cage so you can bend
them. After you do that hard for a while every breath he takes will hurt.
That's it, now squeeze him. Make him submit to you."

The girl began to squeeze, giving it everythng she had.

"Take it easy, you don't want to tire yourself out. Give him good, hard shots
and then just hold him tight and let your muscles relax. Then do it again.
Keep your legs stretched right out, don't bend your knees, you lose strength
that way. Roll your weight forward and dig your knees right in. That really
hurts."

She crushed my ribs again. "Give?" yelled her eager pupil giving me another
hard squeeze. "Give?" she demanded again.

"I give." I moaned.

"Cool, I made him give." she crowed.

"That's just the beginning. You can do anything you want. Remember to cross
your ankles the other way every so often, so you they don't get sore. Then you
can just lie back and torture them, especially if you've got their arms too.
Here, angle your legs a bit."

"Like this?"

"That's right. Move your ankles down a bit more. Good. Now take hold of his
arm, around the wrist like this. You give it a bit of a twist while you're
pushing it up. That makes it hurt more. See? Now you have him totally at your
mercy. He has no defence. Go on, show him your power girlfriend, make him
beg."

Her friend was taller and thinner but, in my weakened condition she had more
than enough strength to make both holds hurt terribly. Once again I begged and
pleaded for release.

"Excellent girl, now let's try something else. Remember the sleeper hold I had
him in? First you sit on his back. Keep his arm twisted. Now slide down, let
go of his arm and slip your left arm around his neck. Then grab your right
arm, around the bicep and put your right hand on the back of his head, sort of
on the left side."

Her friend followed her instructions to the letter.

"Now pull him up so you're on your knees and he's sitting on his butt in front
of you."

She helped the girl acheive the position she had just described and adjusted
her application of the sleeper. Once again, I found myself fighting to retain
consciousness as she applied pressure to the hold.

"Yeah, good but don't use too much pressure. We want him to stay awake."

She moved around in front of me and slapped my face a few times, causing me to
wince. She did it again, harder this time and I started to cry.

"You can let him go now. He's not going to give us any trouble."

The girl holding me in the sleeper released the hold and I fell over onto my
side, my head at the feet of the muscular tomboy.

"Since you're down there slave, worship me. Kiss my feet. Suck my toes."

I obeyed without hesitation.

"Now worship my leg muscles. Kiss them and tell me how big and strong they
are."

When she tired of that she ordered me to kiss her friend's feet and suck her
toes as well. When she finally allowed me to rest I curled up in a ball,
sobbing. "Roll over on your back." she ordered, prodding me with her foot. I
turned over on my back and she straddled my chest. I looked up at her smiling
down wickedly. She lifted her top and exposed her tiny, girlish breasts. Her
chest was so muscular it was hard to tell where her muscles ended and her
breasts began, but one thing was certain. Her little nipples were rock hard
and fully erect. "Since you like sucking on things so much, I bet you'd love
to suck on these, wouldn't you?"

I said nothing and she slapped me across the face again. "Answer me when I
speak to you, idiot! I said you'd like to suck my breasts, wouldn't you?"

"Ye...yes" I said tentatively.

"Maybe I'll let you but first I want to see you wank off."

She yanked down my shorts. She moved around behind my head and dangled her
little tits over my face while I masturbated. It was only a matter of seconds
before I got hard and blasted a load of semen that formed a milky white pool
on my stomach. Both girls shrieked as I exploded. I looked up at the grinning
face of my conqueress and saw her holding my keys. "I've changed my mind," she
sneered, dipping the keys in the pool of cum on my belly. She reached down and
squeezed my cheeks together causing my mouth to open and shoved the cum-soaked
key fob in.

"Here, suck on these instead."

They burst into laughter and ran off, leaving me lying there, covered in sweat
and shame.