Tomboy, Part 7 The Seduction by brooksie brooksie@pacificcoast.net His girlfriend's younger sister demonstrates her seductive powers. Author's Note: This story, originally called "The Seduction" is one I had written a while ago. As I progressed through the "Tomboy" series, I realized that I wanted to take it in a direction that would lead to a story very much like this, so I made a few very minor changes and brought this one into the series as Part 7. Will there be a Part 8? I don't know. As previously noted, this started out as one single story and, because of very enthusiastic reader response, became a series. If the character remains popular, I suppose I'll keep writing about her. Readers may also be interested to know that LH-ART is doing an illustrated version of Parts One & Two of this series for their Fall 2001 catalogue. If you don't know their stuff, you probably should. Check them out in the Art Gallery section of this website. Steve should have been dog-tired but for some reason he was wide awake. He'd been up half the night studying for finals for his courses in first year med school, crashed for a few hours on a couch in the university common room and was driving home from the campus. The sun had just risen and he decided to stop, grab a coffee and a bagel and enjoy the morning air. It was a beautiful day and instead of going back to his apartment, he thought about stopping in at his girlfriend Jackie's house. Her parents were out of town and he liked the idea of a dip in the pool and spending the morning lounging around on the deck with her. Definitely a plan, he said to himself. It was still pretty early though, so he had a second cup of coffee and killed some more time reading the newspaper before heading over there. Pulling into the circular driveway of the large, tudor-style home about an hour later, he was disappointed to see Jackie's car was not in the driveway. "She's up and gone already?" he thought. He decided to check anyway. He knew she'd been at a party at her friend's place last night. She might have had a few drinks and didn't want to drive. He got out of the car and was about to ring the bell, when he heard some noise coming from the backyard. It sounded like a the diving board reverberating. Maybe she was in the pool. He walked around the side of the house, unlatched the gate and walked towards the backyard. He didn't see anyone at first, then a head popped out of the water, a female head, but it wasn't Jackie. "Hello!" he called. She turned and looked at him. "Hi there." she answered, shaking the water out of her eyes. "I'm Steve...Jackie's boyfriend." "Oh hi. I've heard about you. I'm Jen...Jackie's sister." So, this was Jennifer. Steve had heard a lot about her too. Despite the fact he and Jackie had been dating for eight months, they'd never met. Jennifer was a star athlete in several different sports. Her trophies were all over the house, but every time Steve had been there, she was at practice or a game or was working out. She spent a lot of weekends away at some meet or tournament and she and Steve hadn't crossed paths, until now. "Hi, nice to finally meet you. Is Jackie here?" "No, I'm afraid not." she said, treading water comfortably. "She spend the night over at Trish's house. They're going to the beach today. She said she won't be home until later this afternoon." "Oh." Steve said, his disappointment obvious. "Well, thanks." He turned to go. "Wait." she called out. "You don't have to leave. Did you want to take a swim?" "Yeah, I'd love to. I put in kind of a late night studying. A swim would feel wonderful." "Well come on in, the water's great. Did you bring a suit?" "It's in the car." "Go grab it, you can change inside. You know your way around the house?" "Sure do." "Ok, see you in a minute." With that, she disappeared under the water and Steve went to get his stuff. He waved to her on his way back and went inside. He put his trunks on and returned to the backyard, just as Jennifer was springing off the diving board. Steve couldn't help but be impressed with the height of her jump and her graceful form as she sliced into the water. She bobbed to the surface, turned on her back, took a few strokes and disappeared under the water again. He entered the shallow end of the pool and started swimming casually in the direction of where he thought she'd come up. He waited, and waited but she didn't surface. Just as he started to feel his gut tighten with fear that something was wrong, Steve felt a pair of arms around his legs. Jennifer pulled him under and held him for a second before letting go. They popped their heads above water and the first thing Steve saw was the sun shining off her blonde hair, her brilliant white teeth and her eyes twinkling as she laughed "Got ya." "That was amazing." he said. "You were under water so long, I thought something was wrong. How long can you hold your breath?" "I don't know. More than a minute though, I know that." "Wow." He watched her swim effortlessly. She was like a seal or an otter the way she moved through the water. She was on the other side of the pool from me and swam over with a few powerful strokes. "Hey, you want to race?" she challenged. "I don't know Jennifer, you seem like a pretty strong swimmer." "It's Jen. Nobody calls me Jennifer except teachers and my parents." "That must be where I got it from. Sorry." "That's ok. So, how about it? To the other end and back?" "Why do I get the feeling I'm being set up?" She giggled. Man, she was cute when she did that, Steve thought. "How about if I give you a head start. Five seconds sound fair?" "Five seconds?" "You want more?" "I was thinking that was too much." "We'll see. It's just for fun anyway. You ready?" He nodded. "Go!" she shouted and Steve heard her begin counting "one-one thousand", as he started towards the far end of the pool. It wasn't that big a pool and he was more than half way there when he heard her yell "Here I come." By the time he reached the end of the pool and was starting on my way back she had nearly caught up with him. He'd had only taken a couple of strokes when she shot past. By the time Steve reached the end, she was sitting comfortably on the edge of the pool deck, feet dangling in the water. "Where have you been, slowpoke?" she teased. Steve gazed up at her. Seeing Jen out of the water for the first time was a shock. She was wearing a white bikini that showed off her tight young body. She was extremely well developed for such a young girl. Broad, round swimmer's shoulders, an extremely trim waist that gave her torso an unmistakable V-shape. As she stood up, he noticed the muscles in her legs dance about, as if calling attention to themselves. Her thighs were lean and sinewy and flared out dramatically before tapering in again at the knee and her calves were long and full, elegant and powerful looking at the same time. He also noticed her breasts as she bent forward to help out of the water. They were round and saucer-like, with up-turned nipples that sat high on her chest. They were so firm that even they looked muscular. He could see that, though not especially large, they were beautifully shaped and prominantly displayed due to her strong pectoral muscles. She was captivating - strong, muscular, with thick strawberry-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and a beautiful face. She was simply stunning and he had to force himself not to stare at her. "I knew I was being set up." Steve grumbled. "Aww, don't be mad." she laughed. There was something so charming about the way she said it, he couldn't help but laugh with her. "I'm not mad. Swimming isn't my best sport by any means. Anyway, I hear you're quite the athlete. I've seen all the trophies in the living room. "And those are just the ones I couldn't fit in my bedroom. I ran out of space in there." "I take it some of them are for swimming?" "Yeah, quite a few. Some for soccer, our team won the provincial championship three years in a row. Gymnastics too, but I'm pretty well out of that now. I coach a bit. Lots of track stuff, running, high jump, long jump, javelin, that kind of stuff. And volleyball, I forgot about that. "That's incredible Jen. How old are you?" "Sixteen." "Unbelievable. No wonder you're never here when I come over." She laughed. "It does keep me hopping. That's one of the reasons I let gymnastics go. It was getting to be too much." "What's the other reason?" "I'm getting too big. I started lifting heavier weights last year. I think I might get into fitness competition, maybe even bodybuilding." "Really? I do quite a bit of weight-training, or at least I did, until I started medical school. It's quite the grind too." "Yeah, Jackie said you were studly," she said provocatively, with a mischievious little smile. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious. "I'm no bodybuilder, that's for sure." "You look pretty buff. Nice abs, girls really like that." She gave me a playful swat on the butt. "Ooh, buns of steel too." she giggled. "Hey, cut that out." Jen giggled again. "It's true, you are bashful." It's true? What did she mean by that, Steve wondered. "Did Jackie say that?" he wanted to know. "Yes...in a manner of speaking," she answered with a grin. Steve thought that was an unusually articulate phrase for a 16-year-old to use. In addition to her other obvious attributes, Jen seemed bright, intelligent and very well-spoken. Steve's head was spinning. It took great effort to remind himself that this was his girlfriend's younger sister. "Hey, do you want some lemonade?" Jen asked. "That would be great, thanks." She twirled around and gracefully jogged to the patio and disappeared throught the doors. Steve had to catch his breath. Jen was so vibrant and alive. She just pulsated with energy. Radiant was the word that stuck in his mind. She came back carrying a tray with a pitcher and two glasses. "Come and sit over here, she said, putting the tray down on a patio table. We sat down and she poured us both a glass. She had brought an ice bucket and tongs and added several cubes to each of them. She handed me a glass and raised hers. "Here's to meeting each other, finally." "Yes," he replied "Cheers." Steve took a sip and was pleasantly surprised. This was the most delicious lemonade I'd ever tasted. "This is fantastic." he said. "Thanks. I made it this morning." "You made it? From scratch?" "Uh-huh. I found an old recipe in one of my Mom's cookbooks. Took a lot of lemons though." "Most people would just use a mix." "I'm not most people. I like to learn new things. Besides, it was fun." "I guess I'm surprised because most of the jocks I know are really into convenience foods." "You think I'm a jock?" Jen said, pretending to pout, "I'm hurt." "Are you saying you're not?" "I'm an athlete, true, but that's so limiting. There's a lot more to me than just sports and athletics." "Such as?" "Let's see...I'm an honour student, I speak three languages, I've read all the works of Shakespeare, I'm a published poet. Oh I'm sorry, I sound like I'm bragging. That's rude of me." "No, it's ok. I asked. I'm just amazed at how well-rounded you are. You're not like most of the people I know who are so into sports. They're usually fairly one-dimensional." "I told you, I'm not like most people. But I don't want to just talk about myself. What about you? You're in med school, what field are you going into?" "I haven't decided yet. Possibly osteology." I was expecting the usual "what's that?" question but instead she replied knowingly, "Ah yes. Got to keep the old skeletal structure in good condition." She properly pronounced it "skel-lee-tal, with the accent on the middle syllable. People outside the medical world don't usually pronounce it correctly. Not only that, she knew what osteology was. Damn, this girl was obviously one smart cookie. "I'm going into psychology when I get to university." "Really? Jackie never told me that." "Jackie doesn't know anything about me," she scoffed. "She thinks I'm just a jock, too." "I think I'm ready to revise my original assessment of you." I replied. We would up chatting about psychology for quite a while and again, I was blown away at the depth of her knowledge on the subject. It was more than obvious she was not an average teenager, by any means. She was poised, confident and mature. Conversationally, she could hold her own in almost any setting. Our talk turned to exercise and weight training. "I can see you've spent a fair bit of time in the gym," she said, unabashedly eyeing my physique. It was unnerving in a way. She wasn't at all shy and had a smile of disarming suggestiveness on her face that was clearly sexual in nature and yet subtle. Ambiguous, yet intriguing. Girls this young aren't supposed to have mastered that. Their flirtations are usually a lot more obvious and self-conscious. Again, Steve found his thinking beginning to cloud and his head getting muddled, as if he was in a daze. Jen snapped him out it with another question. "What other sports are you into? Were you on any teams in high school?" "I play tennis, and I'm in a recreational hockey league at the university. I didn't go out for sports too much in high school. I was on the wrestling team for a couple of years, that's about it." She squealed, "Wrestling! I love wrestling." "Really?" "Yeah." "Do you know anything about it?" "A bit. I watched the team practice a few times. Hey, we should try it. Want to show me a few moves?" "Are you serious?" "Yeah!" she said excitedly. Steve wasn't sure about this. He was dating her older sister, yet Jen was so attractive, he was afraid he might not be able to control himself. He didn't know what to say to her. "Come on, wrestling's your sport right? Since I creamed you in swimming, here's your chance to redeem yourself. Besides, I really want to learn. It'll be fun," she prodded. Against his better judgement, he went along with her, thinking he was agreeing to demonstrate a few holds and techniques. "Great!" she said, jumping up. "Come over here," she said, leading him to the lawn. "So, how do we start. Like this?" she said, getting down on all fours. "Alright, we can start like that. I'll show you how to get your opponent in position for a pin." Steve showed her a few holds and explained how to turn an opponent over on their back. He demonstrated some pins, cradles and so on. He showed her how to perform a sitout and other counter-moves from the bottom position. Jen was enthusiastic and absorbed it all quickly. He let her take the top position and was surprised to find himself struggling to keep from being turned over. Finally she did manage to flip him and he found himself feeling relieved when she sat up laughing and didn't pursue him. "That was great. Show me some more stuff." He felt himself starting to get hard and knew he couldn't stay in such close contact with this muscular young tigress much longer without giving in to his more wanton desires. "Uh, I think maybe that's enough for now Jen. Hey, how about some more of that lemonade?" "Ok." she said, jumping up and skipping over to the patio table. She poured each of them another glassful. They sipped the delicious concoction and chatted a bit more about wrestling and weight training. "I was thinking about going out for the wrestling team." "But you didn't?" "No. I like wrestling but it would have been too restricting on the team." "I'm not sure I follow." "I wouldn't be able to use the holds I know in that style." "What holds?" "You know, submission holds. I like to make my opponents give up." "Give up?" "Yeah," she laughed "make them submit, beg for mercy that sort of thing." She smiled shyly. "I'm afraid I've been known to flaunt my strength occasionally. "With who, girlfriends?" "Actually, mostly guys. They could never believe a girl could beat them. Boys were always challenging me to wrestle them." "No kidding. You do that a lot?" Jen chuckled. "Used to. All the boys in school are afraid to take me on now." Steve was tongue-tied. "I haven't had a match in quite a while," she continued, "I'm afraid I might be getting rusty." He looked over at her. She smiled back at him, impishly. "All those boys in school were a little too easy anyway. I never could find a good challenge. But I'd love to take on a big guy like you. What do you say, Steve, want to wrestle with me?" "You want to wrestle me? You must be kidding. I mean, you're obviously in great shape but look at us. I must outweigh you by 60 or 70lbs." "I don't think that will matter too much in my style. What do you say?" Steve didn't answer. "What's the matter Steve, you afraid I'll hurt you?" "No, that's not it." Jen stood up and took Steve by the hand, pulling him to his feet. "Hey, come over here for a sec, I want to show you something." She led him over to the pool slide. She stepped underneath it and reached up, grabbing a rung about a eighteen inches above her head with one hand. She had to raise up on her toes to get it and as she did, her calf muscles seemed to explode in giant balls. Then the same thing happened with her bicep and shoulder as she attempted a one-armed chinup. Steve's jaw dropped. The one-armed chin is like the holy grail of strength moves. It takes incredible upper body power. Steve had never actually seen anyone do it before. Jen grimaced as she got herself up as far as the top of her head before she let go. He was stunned. Even though she hadn't quite pulled it off, she had demonstrated that she was in a totally different league physically than Steve, or most people on the planet for that matter. He was stunned. This little bundle of energy, muscle, gracefulness, strength, intelligence, beauty and charm was actually imtimidating him. "Man, I used to be able to do that. I guess I'm too heavy now. So, about that wrestling match..." She smiled at him. "I, uh, think I'll pass." "You're declining my invitation? That's rather rude. I thought you were a more gracious guest than that." Her tone was clearly more playful than angry, never-the-less, she grabbed him by the wrist, pulled his arm over her shoulder and stuck one of hers in between his legs, lifting him into a fireman's carry. She carried him, on her shoulders, over to the grass and dumped him onto the lawn. "Come on Steve, let's go." Steve remained on his back, looking up at her. "Why do you want to do this Jen? What do you want from me?" "I thrive on challenge. I thought you were had figured that out by now. I like to push myself and test my limits every day. Your dropping in here has presented me with an opportunity I've been waiting for. As for what I want, well, you'll find out soon enough." "What if I refuse to wrestle you?" "What are you going to do, just lie there and let me have my way with you?" "Why me?" he asked, getting to his feet. "All in due time Steve." she said, advancing on him. He tried to pull himself together but just looking at her made filled him with with a self-defeating combination on doubt and lust. In reality she was a lot smaller than him but somehow she seemed so much more powerful. Her lithe, sinewy body seemed to flex and pop muscle with every movement. Steve was particularly awestruck by her thighs, rippling with each step she took. He put his hands out to ward her off but she simply feined going low for his legs, made a neat sidestep around his outstretched arm and clamped a standing side headlock on him. Jen easily flipped him over her hip and sent him crashing onto his side. She kept the headlock on and spread her legs wide for balance as she lay across his chest, his head twisted tightly to the side. As she leaned into the hold, her breast pressed against his face. What was left of his mental faculties dissolved and he found himself unable to think. He lay still, overcome with lust for this gorgeous young muscle maiden. Once again Jen broke the spell, this time by yelling at him. "Come on Steve, what are you doing? Give me some competition at least. Can't get out of a simple headlock? I thought you were supposed to be a wrestler!" Steve started to struggle again, pushing and pulling desperately at her arms but it was no use. She had him wrapped up tightly and her fingers were tucked in close to her chest, well beyond his reach. He bucked his hips wildly. Jen rode out his attempts, although she lost her positioning slightly. As she readjusted herself, she lifted her head up. Steve briefly saw an opening and reached for her head. His hand came in contact with her face for only an instant before she ducked her head back down, out of his reach. "Oops, forgot to keep my head down for a second. I almost gave you a way out there. His hand pawed uselessly at her back and shoulders, but there was nothing he could do to change the fact that she had him under her control. Her bottom leg was out at a 45 degree angle and her top one tucked back behind her. Her position was absolutely perfect, with all her weight resting right on his chest. Jen worked the hold vigorously, asking Steve several times if he was ready to give in to her. He gritted his teeth and tried not to moan at the pressure he felt on his neck. His position seemed hopeless and he was beginning to face the shocked realization that he may actually have to say "uncle", when she suddenly released her hold. She spun around and reapplied the headlock from behind, pulling his head in tightly against her chest. Her forearm was jammed under his chin as she bent his head down and rested it against her thigh. Steve reached out, grasping for her locked fingers. Jen responded by keeping the headlock on with one arm while seizing his outstretched wrist and pulling his arm between her legs. She scissored it right below the elbow. He was afraid it might break and screamed "Stop, stop!" "Do you give?" "Yes I give, I give!" Jen released her hold and jumped up. "You ok?" she asked, looking down at Steve sitting on the grass, holding his arm. "What kind of wrestling was that? You could have broken my arm." "Not unless I wanted to. I know how much pressure I can use. I was in complete control." "No argument there." She laughed. "Glad you still have your sense of humour. That's an attractive quality Steve." He sat up and stared at her as she bent down and flexed her bicep at him. He sensed that it was no accident that she also presented him a clear view of her cleavage at the same time. This time her flirtaciousness was obvious. "I'll be right back." she said, trotting off towards the patio doors. She returned a minute later with a couple of bottles of spring water. "Here." She tossed one of the plastic bottles to him. "Drink up, can't have you getting dehydrated in the middle of our match." "Our match? Jen, you already beat me. I gave up. God, I can't believe I lost to a 16-year-old girl." "Let's make it best two out of three. I think I kind of caught you by surprise there. Now you know what you're up against there won't be any holding back. I want you to go full out. Don't worry about hurting me." "That's not what I'm worried about," he replied, rubbing his elbow. She giggled again. "You ready? Come on big boy, let's wrestle, and give me everything you've got. I can take it." Steve stood to face her. She looked him straight in the eyes and grinned as she thrust out her chest and proudly flexed her gorgeous muscular young body. Concentrate on wrestling Steve, he told himself. Don't get distracted. It was hard to take his own advice. Between her athletic physique, her strength and power, her intelligence and winning personality, Steve found himself mesmerized by her. He took a couple of deep breaths and tried to focus himself. He knew she was strong, competitive and in incredible physical condition, but he was six years older, nearly a foot taller and much heavier. Plus, he was a former high school wrestler. He couldn't allow himself to be psyched out by her or she'd have him for lunch as she had in the first round. He had to take this muscular little vixen seriously. "Ready?" she asked, as she reached out her hands. He did the same and they locked up in a traditional collar-and-elbow grip. He tried to push her backwards and get her off balance but was having difficulty. Jen had her legs set and was holding him to a standoff. He leaned into her and pushed harder. This time there was no resistance. Jen went over on her back and, as she did so, took hold of his wrists, planted a foot against his sternum and sent him over her head. He landed on the grass behind her with a thud. Dazed and disoriented, he barely put up a struggle as she sat down behind him, lifted his head up and scrunched in against the back of his neck, applying a head scissors. She crossed her ankles, clamped her thighs around the sides of his head and tightened her leg muscles. His hands instinctively shot up to try and pry them apart, which gave her an opportunity to seize his wrists and pull his arms straight back behind him. She supported her weight by her arms and shoulders as she lifted her butt off the ground and powered the hold with the strength of her entire body. Unable to pull his arms free, Steve had no defence. He could do nothing other than to lie there and take it, wondering how long she could squeeze without relaxing her leg muscles. He didn't wonder for long as he soon lost track of time. His vision began to darken and blur and drowziness had set in when she finally relaxed her legs. She then switched to squeezing him in shorter bursts, jarring him with a series of rapid-fire jolts before changing the hold to a figure-four and rolling him over to the side. She let his arms go, as there was no way he could reach her ankles, which were behind his head. With the hold secure, Jen pulled back on her left ankle, increasing the pressure her right leg was putting on his neck. She added to his misery by thrusting her hips forward, causing his head to jerk back with each shot. Steve was pinned on his side, one arm laying uselessly alongside him. He was unable to place his feet flat on the ground, which took his legs out of the game. All he had to try and extricate himself with was his left arm, which was now frantically tugging and hard-as-steel leg that was wrapped tightly around his neck. He couldn't budge it and reached back behind him, searching for her ankles, hoping there was some way to unlock Jen's legs that way. He managed to get his hand on one of her feet, but had no leverage to unhook it. Then, in a second, it was over. Jen had seized his grasping arm, bent his wrist down and twisted it behind him in a hammerlock. He was now totally helpless, his head being crushed between the brutally strong thighs of his muscular teenage adversary, unable to resist with either his arms or legs. She had him, pure and simple. He was completely at her mercy. She continued to squeeze until she felt him go limp and he lay still. Jen knew she could easily make him submit to her overpowering hold but she wanted to test herself some more. She unlocked her legs and changed her position so they were both lying on their backs. Her legs were stretched straight out in front of her. She kept his arm trapped, this time pulling it up to her chin in an armbar. Steve had his right arm available and was able to use his legs to bridge. It took a few seconds for him to come out of her head scissors-induced fog, but he soon began to struggle. Fighting with everything he had, kicking his legs wildly, he was able to free his head from between her legs. His respite was short-lived however. Jen held on to his wrist, swung her legs around and scissored his arm, up high near the shoulder. She leaned back and bent his arm overtop of her leg, squeezing it between her thighs. Although Steve had most of his body free, it wasn't doing him much good. Anytime he tried to turn towards her and use his free arm, she clamped down so hard on his arm he feared it would snap. Jen toyed with him for a few minutes, alternating between allowing him to battle for his freedom and applying crippling pressure to his arm, making him instantly cease struggling. Steve's resistance began to crumble and he gave voice to his submission. "No more," he whispered in a strained and hoarse voice. "You submit?" "Yes." "Mmm, I love the sound of that. Say it again." "I submit, I give up. Please let me go. Jen let go of his arm and rolled away from him. She got to her knees, placed her hands on her thighs and grinned down proudly at Steve, who remained on his back. "Two - zip, Steve. You want to try again? I'll give you another chance. Let's make it three out of five." She stood and offered him her hand. He took it and she pulled him to his feet. "I thought you said you didn't know much about wrestling," he grumbled. "I said I didn't know much about high-school wrestling. Points, takedowns, pins, that kind of stuff. I know submission wrestling." He stared at her as she did some light stretches. "I don't suppose I have a choice about this, so I?" "Of course you do," she smiled. "You could always run for it." Laughing, she advanced on him. Clearly intimidated, Steve reacted totally defensively. Jen taunted him by pretending to go after him and letting him shy away. She kept a big smile on her face the whole time. She took another step towards him and Steve ducked low and lunged forward, catching her around her left leg. He used his height and weight advantage as he lifted her leg and put his shoulder into her, sending her toppling over backward. Using his leg-lock, Steve tried to move into position for a pin, but as he bent over her, Jen hooked his neck with her free leg and pulled him backwards. He still had her other leg tucked under his arm but she quickly jerked that free and rolled away from him. They both got to their knees but Jen reacted first. She lunged at him, throwing and arm around his neck and pulling him over onto his side. They grappled briefly, rolling back and forth across the lawn. He managed to get her arm from around his neck. Unfortunately for Steve, he failed to guard against her legs and she got them around his waist. Jen bore down hard on Steve and he felt, for the first time in the match, the full strength of this muscular young athlete had in her legs. She had them around his stomach and wasn't letting up. He quickly found he was having trouble drawing enough air to breath properly. The result of a hard, well-executed body scissors is that the victim has to stop fighting to get loose in order to conserve their limited oxygen, allowing their opponent to keep working the scissors, steadily gaining better and better position, each adjustment making it tighter and more debilitating that before. In short order, Jen had him lying dociley between her legs. She reached out with her arms, pulled him head in close and added a sleeper hold. She kept it tight, but stopped well short of putting her full power into it. "I think I'm just too much for you Steve. Ready to give again?" Steve pulled at her elbow and Jen tightened up the hold, causing him cry out in pain. He recognized his helplessness and submitted, but instead of relief, he felt Jen clamp down even harder on her dual holds. "What are you doing?" he gasped, "I gave up already." "I know you did, and now I want to hear you to beg for mercy." Steve's mind froze. For some reason, he didn't want to say it. It wasn't that he didn't accept that he'd been humbled by her at wrestling. She'd beaten him decisively and rather easily, in three straight falls, and had proven her superiority. But now she seemed to want to humiliate him on top of it. It confused him. He didn't really feel ashamed at losing to this smaller, younger female and yet something in him resisted her demand that he beg her for mercy. "Come on, I said I give. You win, Jen. You're the better wrestler. A 16-year-old girl whipped my ass, I admit it." "As much as I enjoyed hearing you say that, this "girl", as you put it, requires her defeated opponents to beg for mercy before she agrees to release them. I will ask you once again and I suggest you comply, otherwise I'll force you to say it, which I can do. I think you know that, don't you?" Not knowing what to say, Steve said nothing. For a moment, they just lay quietly together, like two post-coital lovers. He heard her sigh and say quietly, "I said I'd ask only once." Instantly Steve was hurled into a state of panic as she began thrusting her hips and punishing him with by crushing her legs into his abdomen. He had only one thought- make it stop! "PLEASE STOP!" he screamed. "Say it!" she yelled back. For a second he was too pain-wracked to think. Then he remembered. "Mercy! Please Jen, I beg you for mercy." She relaxed her legs and ended the torture. "Ohhh god, it hurts. Please, no more, I beg you, please." "It's alright, don't worry. I'm not going to squeeze you. All I wanted was to hear you beg. That wasn't so hard, was it? Next time, you should do as I ask. It's a lot less painful that way. And since you've been so obedient, I think you should be rewarded." Suddenly Steve was all ears. "You must be tired. How would you like to take a nap?" Unsure of what she was getting at, he didn't answer her. Meantime, she started to force his neck downward into her elbow and bulging, hard bicep while pushing sideways on his head. Steve tried to say something, likely another attempt at submitting, but only garbled, unintelligible sounds came out. Once again his vision blurred and he felt himself fading. It took all his concentration just to breathe. She had him solidly trapped between her powerful legs, which were more than strong enough to hold him still and focused on applying the sleeper hold, carefully and slowly. Jen thought back to the first time she had sent a boy into unconsciousness while wrestling. It was with a headscissors. She freaked out, thinking she may have seriously injured or even killed him. She started slapping him lightly and even threw some water in his face, which caused him open his eyes and start sputtering, as if he'd caught a mouthful while swimming. "What'd you do that for?" he'd said, accusingly. He didn't even realize he'd been out. Since then, Jen had learned about sleeper holds and how to render an opponent safely unconscious with one. Jen was a primarily a self-taught grappler, practising with her girlfriends and utilizing stuff she'd picked up off the internet, through books and magazines. One of the things she found in a site devoted to mixed wrestling was a description, written by a man, of what it feels like to be be put out by a woman. He wrote about gradually becoming aware of his surroundings, wondering where he was, then remembering he'd been wrestling against a woman and realizing she had sent him to dreamland with a sleeper or head scissor hold. He described feeling so powerless and in awe of her at that moment, and being too weakened by her to resist her to do anything but appeal to her to be merciful. He talked about the pleasure of submitting to a strong, powerful and skilled woman who had truly beaten him in the physical contest of wrestling, mentioning how sensual it was to watch her smile and flex her body, brimming with an overwhelming sense of pride and self-satisfaction. Jen found herself tremendously stimulated by that article and other writings like it, describing situations where women were dominant physically and mentally, strong and proud. They were amazons, valkyries...goddesses. It lit a spark in her that burned brighter each day. Over the next few years, she planned on completely changing her athletic program. She wanted to study ju-juitsu and grappling techniques, along with some formal wrestling training. She also wanted to learn to box. She aimed to become a woman with such extraordinary ability and confidence that she could inspire other young woman to choose the same path, to become modern-day amazons. It had become her sole aspiration over the past year or so - to make herself into the kind of woman she wanted to become. She knew she had the physical and mental gifts, as well as the appearance. Jen wasn't vain but she was aware that she was blossoming into much more than the cute, pretty, athletic girl she'd been so far. She knew she was growing into a striking woman of above average beauty. Jen had become so lost in thought, she'd forgotten to pay attention to Steve, who was barely moving and looked like he was just about out. She kept up the pressure on his neck for a few more seconds and, sure enough, his body relaxed and his breathing deepened as he slipped into unconsciousness. She studied his face as she laid him down on his back. She remembered what Jackie had written about him in her diary, which she had carelessly left out a few weeks ago. She knew it was wrong, an invasion of privacy and had tried to ignore it, but she eventually gave in and read it. Jackie had been raving about this great-looking med student she was seeing and Jen wanted to know what she'd written about him. Besides, Jen was still a virgin and her sexual curiousity was raging. That was the part of Jackie's diary that most caught Jen's imagination. She wrote about how great the sex was with Steve but that she wasn't sure the relationship was going to last because he was so busy with school. He was too focused on his studies and didn't want party like they did when they had met near the beginning of summer. She complained that he didn't pay enough attention to her. Typical Jackie, Jen thought to herself. Spoiled and never appreciating what she has. That's why she didn't feel guilty for what she was about to do. She knew there was no future for Steve and her pouty older sister. Jackie wasn't particularly smart. She needed a lot of attention. That's the way it had always been as they were growing up. Jackie sucked up most of her parents energy while Jen just quietly went about her business, doing well at everything she tried. Jackie was not a good a student and was far more interested in the social possibilities of post-secondary education than in academic advancement. Jen had found a few other things in the diary that had caused her to grow more and more curious about this Steve guy. Then today he materializes out of the blue when, coincidentally, she had the house to herself. Amazingly enough, Jackie actually turned out to be right about somthing. He is handsome, well-built and smart she thought and he's a really nice guy, funny and easy-going. Not only that he seemed to be one of that rare breed of men who have the capacity for goddess worship. Amazing, considering he's going out with Jackie who, while she's fit, loves aerobics and has good muscle tone, is not what you'd call a powerful woman. Jen had already figured out, party through surfing the net and partly through her own life experience, that there were some guys who were fascinated with strong, muscular women. She suspected those men would never be truly satisfied with an average woman. They'd always be secretly hoping to find their goddess. Jen knew she had goddess potential. Lately she'd been consumed by the thought of demonstrating her physical prowess, not against some awkward school boy, but a strong, athletic adult male, someone she could truly measure her strength and power against. Steve had been perfect. Today had been perfect. She was a goddess-in-training and this was day one of the course. So far she had passed the first test. Her physical strength and skill was obviously adequate. Now she would try her abilities in the sexual and psychological arena and try for her first conquest. Could she conquer him absolutely, body, heart and mind, without giving him either intercourse or fellatio? While a goddess may have sex with a man who worships her, she does not trade it for obedience. It was important that she offer no sexual favours in the course of her triumph. Could she do it? Would he be willing to call her his goddess? Jen was about to find out. Steve started to stir and his body jerked involuntarily a few times. He was coming out of it. Jen moved around behind him and began manoeuvering him into the hold she wanted to have him in when he fully regained consciousness. She lifted his shoulders so he was sitting up, positioned both arms behind his back and scissored them in place with her legs. She pressed her breasts tightly against his back, locked her ankles and draped her arms loosely around his shoulders. It was taking a fair bit of effort to maintain this position and she didn't feel all that comfortable. Jen decided she'd be better off laying back, holding him on top of her when she got an idea. Unlocking her ankles, she moved her feet in between his legs and worked them around under his knees in a type of reverse grapevine. By leaning into him forcing Steve to bend forward, she was perfectly balanced, her body wrapped securely around her victim. All four of his limbs were being held in place by her legs only, leaving her arms free. She smiled with satisfaction. This was exactly the position she wanted. Steve moaned a few times and his eyes fluttered open. "Welcome back, sleepyhead." "Ohhh, wha...what happened?" "You don't remember? You took a little nap. Are you feeling refreshed?" Fully awake now, Steve felt the pressure on his back and shoulders and realized he was unable to move his arms. Jen's legs were forcing his thighs to twist downwards so it was the sides of his feet resting on the grass, not the soles. He tried to move and found he couldn't budge. Jen had him locked up tight. Not only that, she had her chin resting on top of his right shoulder and was starting to lick and suck on his neck. "Jen, what are you doing? Stop, don't do that." "Stop? You don't really want me to stop, do you?" She whispered in his ear. "I will if you ask me to, though. Just say the word, and I'll stop." Steve said nothing and tried to struggle as best he could. He couldn't do much, mostly just move his head around. Jen put her left hand around the right side of his head and pulled sideways, holding him firmly. With her other hand she reached behind her and undid the tie to her bikini top. "Look Steve," she said, dangling it in front of him "Do my bare breasts feel nice?" She began to roll her shoulders and rub her tits against his back, while keeping up the assault on his neck with her tongue and lips. She added some sharp little bites to her repertoire and then slithered her tongue into his ear. Steve began to protest again, but his objections got weaker and weaker and became mixed in with soft moans as he responded to the efforts of his teenage temptress. "Jen, please don't...stop." he panted. "Please don't stop? Don't worry Steve, I'm just getting started." She brought her right arm around in front of him and let her hand rest lightly on his crotch. She could feel his erection and it excited her tremendously. Her mind raced, but she fought to contain herself. She needed to remain calm and cool. That's what a goddess would do. She was the one that had out-wrestled this bigger opponent, forced him to submit and had made him lose consciousness, she reminded herself, and she was the one that now had him trapped in an inescapable position that allowed her access to his neck, face, nipples and groin. She was in complete control, with Steve at her mercy. She took a deep breath and contiued to demonstrate her mastery over him by starting to untie the drawstring of his swimsuit. "Noooo, no Jen, don't." he begged, as she took nibbled on his earlobe. She was experimenting with different methods of stimulation she'd read about in books and on websites devoted to sexual technique, while working on loosening his trunks. She stuck her hand underneath the waistband while twisting his head towards her a little. Then she began eagerly exploring his genitals and plunging her tongue into his mouth at the same time. His tongue was one of the few parts of his body Steve could move and he responded vigorously. Jen felt herself losing control again and pulled away, leaving Steve now panting and moaning continously. She regained her composure and started gently stroking his dick and she whispered in his ear. "I'll bet you've never felt anything like this before, have you Steve? Think about it. You're under the control of a strong, muscular, beautiful woman who has wrestled you into submission. I have you under my control, in my power, don't I? Do you think I'm a woman Steve, and not a girl. Do you?" "Yes," gasped, breathing heavily "oh god, you're so strong, and, beautiful..." Steve seemed unable to continue. That he had said "strong" before "beautiful" was an insight that was not lost on Jen. She knew she had to be right about him. "That's alright Steve, you don't have to say it, I know what you mean. A woman has never done anything like this to you, have they? In fact, I'd be willing to bet this is the most sensual experience you've ever had. Have you ever been turned on this much Steve, has any woman ever been this good? Has Jackie been this good?" Hearing his girlfriend's name brought Steve out of his pre-orgasmic daze. "Please, you're not going to tell her. Jen, this is wrong, what if your parents find out?" His voice sounded panicky and she felt his cock soften. "I'm not going to tell anyone. What happens here today is between us and us alone. Come on, relax. I promise complete discretion. Besides, Jackie's not the girl for you and I think you know that now, don't you? Now," she said, putting her tongue back in his ear, "where were we?" In seconds she had him rock-hard again and continued to quiz him on how her performance rated in his sexual scale. "Tell me Steve, did you like wrestling with me? Do you want to do it again?" He responded affirmatively. "And you don't mind that I can beat you, make you beg for mercy and submit to me, so you? That actually attracts you to me, doesn't it." "Yes." "Because there is nothing that turns you on like the thought of a strong, muscular woman wrestling you into submission, forcing you to submit to her, a beg for mercy, isn't that right." "Yes." "I think that should be yes, mistress, don't you?" "Yes, mistress." "Actually, I'd like to change that. Mistress sounds too cheap and tawdry. Did you know I made a resume for myself a couple of months ago? Want to hear what it's for?" Steve barely managed to grunt "Yeah." as she continued lightly stroking his penis while whispering breathily into his ear and licking, sucking and biting is neck. "It says Goddess-In-Training. You see Steve, that's my career aspiration, to become a goddess. Do you think I have what it takes?" "Yes," he gasped." She squealed with delight. "Oh Steve, I'm so glad to hear you say that. Now, I want you to do something for me." She tugged at his trunks until they were half-way down his thighs. She then brought her hands up to his nipples and began to pinch and tweak them. "I want to watch you ejaculate. I want to play with your nipples and watch you make yourself cum for me. Will you cum for me, Steve?" She kept her head close to his, breathing heavily into his ear while massaging his nipples with her thumbs, periodically pressing her nails into them hard for an instant, then going back to rubbing them. Steve took hold of his tool and stroked it furiously. Suddenly he stopped and Jen felt his back and legs stiffen as the milky-white semen erupted from his cock and land on his stomach, where it dripped back down onto his pubic hair. Jen removed her legs from around Steve and lowered him gently onto his back. Then she bent down and started tenderly sucking his nipples while she cupped and hand around his warm balls. Steve's eyes were closed and he moaned softly as she alternated between his nipples and neck. She scooped up some of his semen and showed it to him. She took it and dabbed it on both her stiff nipples. Then she lowered her breasts to Steve's face. "Lick them. Lick the nipples of your goddess." she commanded. He obeyed without hesitation. Jen could barely stand it. She had done it! She had conquered her first man, made him lick his own cum off of her boobs. She turned around and slid his trunks of, then stood, removed the bottom part of her bikini and posed naked over Steve. "Am I a goddess?" "Yes." "Say it." "You are a goddess, Jen." "And was that the best sex you've ever had?" "Yes, the best. You, you are the sexiest woman I've ever met." "How badly do you want me Steve." "I want you so badly. I'll do anything." "Kiss my feet then. Worship them, and my ankles and calves." Steve did as she requested, moving bit by bit up her leg. He kept going, kissing and licking the backs of her knees, her hamstrings, quads and finally, pressing his lips against her hard ass. Her glute muscles pulsated with power and yet the skin was so soft and smooth. "Mmmmmm, oh, that feels so nice." she purred. "Keep doing that." He left his lips there for a long time, kissing, sucking and gently biting while she fingered her nipples and clit, writhing in ecstasy. Jen turned around. She placed her hands on his shoulders and guided him onto his back. She straddled him and lowered her breasts to his face. "Suck them, suck my breasts," she commanded. "Oh, oh yes, mmmm that's good. Oh, keep going, don't stop," Jen cried, as she masturbated. Finally, she slid back and stood up. She guided Steve to his knees. He threw his arms around her leg and leaned his head against her thigh. Jen's head was in the clouds. She pulsated with pent up sexual energy. Her breathing was deep and rhythmic and it took her several minutes to regain her composure. When she did, she noticed Steve was trembling. She lifted his head on saw his eyes were filled with tears. "Oh you're crying. Why, what is it?" "I don't know, I don't know what's happening. I just want to hold you and never let you go. I never knew I could feel this way about anyone." The tears started to run down his cheeks. She knelt down beside him and held his head against her breasts. She gently stroked his hair and comforted him. Steve calmed down and tried to come to terms with his embarassment, which was much more from crying in her presence that losing to her at wrestling. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. You must think I'm the biggest wimp in the world." She moved around behind him and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight and nuzzling his neck. Then she laid him back on the grass and propped herself up on one arm. She gazed down at him intently. "No, I don't. I'm pretty sure I know what's going on Steve. Do you want me to tell you what I think it is?" He nodded. "Ok. I've done a lot of reading on this subject and I think I understand something that you may not even realize about yourself. There are some people who connect with the goddess concept, the idea that there is nothing more powerful, sensual and desirable than a strong, confident, intelligent and capable woman who feels born to lead those around her. The goddess is a woman of tremendous physical gifts - strong, muscular, graceful and flexible. She is intelligent, but also wise, fair-minded and emotionally stable. Those who recognize these qualities are drawn to her, come to rely on her and, ultimately seek to be led by her. A modern-day goddess does not enslave people, those who follow her do so of their own choice." Jen paused for a moment and studied Steve's face. "Do you want me to continue?" "Please." "Alright, but you'll have to bear with me. I just beginning to understand the goddess concept and it's complicated. Anyway, the modern goddess is not some warrior princess who lives in a castle or rides a steed. They can be any woman you might see in society, sometimes they are outwardly powerful, CEO's of corporations and so on, but not necessarily. They can be powerful in quieter, less obvious ways. Certain men, and women for that matter, are drawn to them. These are special people who, on some level, understand and relate to the idea of a woman who is a goddess." Again, Jen stopped talking for a moment. "I'm not sure how much more I can say right now. I need to learn a lot more, but I can tell you why it is that neither of us have a problem accepting that I am able to out-wrestle you." "Go on." "Ok. You see, a goddess is not afraid to use her physical strength and skill. She has an evolved view of humanity, one that recognizes the true reality of human nature, which is that there are strong, average and weak men and women. Physical strength and ability are not determined by gender but by the makeup of the individual. Plenty of women who have physical talents and abilities that surpass that of the average man. A goddess understands that in the same way she understands gravity - it's self-evident. Furthermore, she is not conflicted by any notion of women being the weaker sex. There are many women who aren't able to challenge themselves to do the best they can, either because they think the men they're competing against couldn't accept being defeated by them, or because they have been indoctrinated to believe that women should not be equal or superior to men in most areas of physical ability, particularly those involving strength or combat. These are women who believe there is something wrong if they could best a man in an activity like wrestling. They've been programmed to think that makes them some kind of freak or that the man must be a superwimp. A true goddess would never buy into that kind of brainwashing. Besting a man at wrestling would be no different to her than defeating another woman. The only way she would lose respect for him would be if he reacted badly to losing, becoming angry or unpleasant. Or if he gave a less-than-honest effort against her. She would expect her opponent to do his best. It would be the only honourable thing to do. Honour is a very important concept to a goddess." Jen stopped talking and took a deep breath. "Tell me more about the idea of honour," Steve prompted, sitting up. "Well, I think it runs through everything a goddess does. It's like a credo to her. In the context of say, wrestling for instance, a goddess would also lose gracefully. She knows that, while she is strong, powerful and skilled, she is not necessarily the best in the world. If she were to lose a contest, she would admire and respect her opponent's ability. Of course, being a goddess, it would probably inspire to train harder, practice more, fight more strategically or whatever she thought she needed to do better the next time." She paused again and looked Steve in the eyes. "I think you have a "goddess complex", if I can put it that way. That's why you're not upset at what happened today. Most guys would not have been able to handle it gracefully. They'd become angry and might even turn violent. Or they'd be defensive, making up excuses, being in denial. Some would be embarassed and ashamed. A goddess has no use for any of those types of men. She is only interested in men who share her belief in unlimited human potential and in true gender equality. She does not believe in stereotypes. It's for that same reason a true goddess could never be a racist, for example. It would run countrary to her value system." Steve opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He just couldn't find the words and wound up staring at her, jaw agape. Finally he said, "You are absolutely incredible. I can hardly believe you're only sixteen. You sound like an ancient philosopher." Jen smiled. "Thank you Steve, but there's nothing saying a sixteen-year-old can't be wise. Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. Besides, if you believe in the idea of reincarnation, there are those who are "old souls", you know what I'm talking about?" He nodded. "Well, I think a goddess must have an old soul. I think that's one of the reasons she is a goddess." "I'm curious Jen, what are you planning to do with your life?" "Well, I told you I was going to get a degree in philosophy. I want to become accomplished in several types of combat sports. I want to write fantasy novels, and develop some film projects. I might even star in them myself. I'm also planning on writing a book, something along the lines what I've just been talking about, althought I'm not sure if I'll use the term "goddess". It will be more of a guide for girls, to help them empower themselves. I plan to be a role model and do some motivational speaking, maybe developing a program that can be used in schools help break down gender biases. I want to work on things like self-image and breaking down the power of the media. Does it sound arrogant, to say I'm going to do all that?" "A little while ago, I might have thought it was naive, and even a little immature but I honestly believe you will do all that, if you set your mind to it. You are a truly remarkable person." They fell silent for a moment. "What are you thinking?" She asked. "I'm wondering what I'm going to do. I've never met anyone I wanted to be with more that you. I feel, I don't know, safe, content and at the same time, excited beyond anything I could ever imagine. I mean, I don't even think about your age. I know it probably sounds idiotic, but I can't imagine another woman affecting me the way you do. I feel like, oh man, this is going to sound stupid. I feel like I'm falling in love with you." She reached out and took his hand. "First of all, it doesn't sound stupid or crazy to me. In fact, I expected you to say something like that. It means I was right. You are one of those special people, those seek to worship a goddess. Humility, being truly humble is an elusive yet highly desirable quality. The society we live in is very self-centered and true humility gets harder and harder to find. But I think people recognize their pathway when they find it, either through a journey of discover or just by stumbling on to it. You recognize your path Steve. But it's like every other form of enlightenment, you must work, and make sacrifices. You have to prepare yourself in order to acheive it." "I don't understand what you mean." "You know that I aspire to become a goddess and you know what that means for you, if we were to be together. You would find humility and fulfillment through worshipping me. What that would mean is up to me to determine, but I can tell you that a goddess does not keep slaves. Her power is bestowed upon her by those who worship her, she does not need to wield it. For me, I don't think I'm seeking anything that much different than most women. I want a man to share my life with. I don't want a toady or yes-man. I want someone strong and confident. However, I will have certain requirements. He must be a person who is willing to prepare himself to worship me and who trusts me implicitly to be fair, honest and loyal. I expect him to be successful, not necessarily wealthy, but one who doesn't have to be pre-occupied with financial concerns. He should enjoy his work and derive satisfaction from it. And he must be good at what he does, always giving it his best. He should be well-read, versed in great art and literature and a good conversationalist. He must enjoy physical activity and be devoted to physical fitness, always keeping in good shape. It would also help if he gave a great massage," she winked. "Why are you telling me all this?" "Guess." "I'm almost afraid to ask. Are you saying I could be your partner?" "Why do you think I challenged you Steve? I have to confess something. One day Jackie left her diary out and I read it. I know it was wrong and, if I truly was a goddess, I would have had the strength to resist. Anyway, I read some things in there about you and I got an inkling." "Now I'm curious." "I don't want to violate Jackie's privacy any more than I already have, but I'll tell you one thing. She said you like to wrestle around in bed before making love and that she always pins you down and makes you say uncle. Now, I know Jackie's not capable of doing that without a little, shall we say "help", on your part. That was a bit of a clue. She also said you were very handsome, which is true and that you are very devoted to your studies. That last part was more of a complaint than a compliment. That's why I'm not ashamed of what happened here today. Jackie's going to get bored and move on. Her major is extracurricular activity. I'm not judging her. She's my sister and I do love her, but she is very immature and has a lot of growing to do. She's certainly not ready to settle down. Too many wild oats left to sow. I can tell by your face this isn't exactly a news flash, is it Steve?" "No." "Look, I'm not about to start dating you, or anyone right now. I've way too much to do. But if you and Jackie do break up, I'd like to stay friends. I'm sure you wouldn't have any objections to helping me practice wrestling," she grinned, "although I can see I'm going to have to show you a few things if you're going to be able to give me a decent match." "Are you saying I should go out with other women?" "Of course. How else are you going to learn to become a great lover. That's another of my requirements, you know," she grinned. "What about you?" "What about me? I don't know what's going to happen, or who I might meet. I'm saying we should see if we get to be good friends and continue to grow into who we want to be, as people. There can't be any expectations placed on our relationship. It wouldn't survive that. You can't ask for any guarantees. It's a risk for sure. Just ask yourself Steve, is it worth it?" With that Jen, in all her gorgeous, muscular, naked glory got up. Looking back over her shoulder at him, she flashed a brilliant, dazzling smile and took off at a run, diving into the pool. Steve shook his head and smiled at her question. It was the ultimate no-brainer.