Intensity
By A.J. Brown
Guy regrets pushing a girl into having a wrestling match with him


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"Nice horns," the taller of the two guys said.

George had thought he'd save some money going to a barber to get his haircut
instead of the hair salon he normally went to. He regretted it once he got
home and when he spiked his hair up it literally looked like he had two horns
in the front. He normally didn't wear his hair down so he hoped he could go
out like this and not have anyone notice but it didn't take long for two
bullies to spot him at the bar.

"It's like you're a fucking goat," the other bully said who was also taller
than George was.

The two bullies crowded in on him. The bar was crowded and everyone was too
busy paying attention to what they were doing to notice the confrontation that
was brewing in the corner. George looked around and saw the nearest bouncer
was nowhere near them. If George had called for help, the bouncer might hear
him but probably wouldn't and with so many people in between them, these two
bullies could have beaten him up a bit before the bouncer got close and gotten
out of there.

"What would you do if we kicked your ass right here, right now?" the taller
one said. "Hit us with your horns?"

The two of them closed in on him more. They weren't overly big guys but they
both were over six feet tall while George stood at only 5'8 and barely weighed
150 pounds. He had nowhere to run and no one nearby seemed to notice or care
what was going on.

The shorter of the two guys got right in George's face looking like he was
going to grab him or hit him. A scared George then watched as the guy got
hauled backwards and thrown on the floor. Standing behind him and now above
him was the person that had thrown him - a younger girl that stood at no more
than 5'3.

The girl had a beautiful face, one of the most attractive faces that George
had ever seen. He had noticed her when he was walking away from the bar after
getting his drink. Her smile was beautiful and she at least looked like the
type of person that would be friendly to anyone which is why he gave her a
flirty smile when he first saw but she had just looked away from him.

While her face was beautiful. Her body wasn't the type that most guys were
into. She looked on the heavier side and she wasn't wearing the most
flattering clothes either. She had on a long-sleeved navy blue t-shirt with
some white lettering going down one sleeve. She wore jeans that were tight to
her thick legs. All of her looked thick as the t-shirt was tight to her body
as well, though her breasts looked quite big. She did look somewhat fit, but
George had a feeling that she'd look on the chunky side if she was naked.
Either way, she was definitely strong as she had thrown the bully down with no
problem.

The taller bully moved towards her in a way that would have made George run,
but she kept eye-contact with him and didn't budge. She wasn't messing around
and once he got in her space, she grabbed his collar with her right hand, his
belt with her left, and threw him down next to his buddy.

"You crazy, bitch??" the shorter guy asked as he started to get up. She was
wearing brown boots that were loosely laced and she pushed the bottom of her
boot into the guy's chest to keep him down. George watched the guy struggle to
move under her boot once she had his back firmly on the floor.

The taller guy jumped to his feet and this time didn't waste any time
attacking her. He grabbed her and she grabbed him back. The two of them
scuffled a bit trying to see who was the stronger of the two. The shorter guy
jumped to his feet to help just as she took control but when she threw his
friend into the wall, the shorter guy backed off.

"Get the hell out of here and leave him alone!" the girl said to the taller
guy with a threatening tone. "You fight me any more and next time I'm going to
throw you down head first."

The taller guy looked at her like he was contemplating going after her again,
and it looked like his ego was bruised. The other guy was doing the same but
looked a bit more hesitant. But the girl looked at one, then the other, the
look on her face suggesting that she was completely ready to make due on her
warning if either of them tried anything further. The guys started to walk
away, trying to look tough as they did, but there was no way for them to hide
that they looked cowardly. It made George not feel as humiliated about the
fact that he just got saved by a girl.

"Thanks," he said to her, always feeling the need to be polite when someone
did him a favor. She looked like she didn't want the appreciation.

"Who are you here with?" she said.

"No one. Just me."

"What are you doing coming to a bar by yourself when you're too wimpy to
defend yourself? A bar isn't like anywhere else, if someone picks a fight with
you, you're on your own to do something about it. No one's normally going to
help you. You got really lucky this time."

"Well thanks again," he said, hoping she would acknowledge the appreciation
but she still didn't.

"You drive here?" she said and he nodded. "You OK to drive right now?"

"I mean, this is only my second beer."

"Well finish it up and then I'm walking you to your car. Those guys aren't
leaving and they look like they still want trouble with you. I'm not going to
spend the entire night looking after you."

She had looked away from him when she said that and he looked in the
direction. The two bullies had moved to a different point of the bar but they
were not hiding the fact that they were looking right at him and they were
clearly waiting to see if the girl was going to leave him so they could try
something again.

"How much you got left?" she said and he showed her that he nearly had a full
beer. "Oh geez. Well you're buying me a drink if you still have that much to
go. Come on. Better not drink it like a sissy either."

She grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and pulled him along, looking
forward with her left arm reached out behind her and pulling him with her like
he was her pet. He felt so humiliated but he couldn't say anything to the girl
that had saved him. He told himself at least this was better than getting beat
up. George was drinking a Coors Light and the girl ordered a house brew that
cost him twice what his drink had cost. She took a big swig, her big boobs
bouncing as she did, and with that one gulp she had less beer in her mug than
he did in his bottle.

"I'm Gina by the way," she said.

"George," he said. He thought about offering to shake her hand then didn't.

"So just out for a few drinks tonight? No friends you wanted to come out
with?"

"Nah. Tough at my age. I'm 41 so most of my friends don't do much going out
anymore."

"Wow, you're 41. You look younger than that. I thought you'd be closer to my
sister's age. She's 31. I'm only 21 but I can kick her ass too. I'm tough."
George thought about what it must be like for her older sister to have a
little sister that much younger that could beat her up. It seemed humiliating,
even more humiliating than the bullies getting beaten up by her or him getting
saved by her. At least they all would most likely not see her again after
tonight where the sister always had to be reminded of it whenever they were in
contact.

"She's the only girl I'd ever beat up, though," Gina continued after taking
another big swig of her beer and now over half of it was gone. "I wrestle with
guys for the most part."

"So are you like a wrestler?"

"Not formally or anything. I'm just naturally tough and a lot of guys don't
like that. So they want to challenge me and it's never a good experience for
them."

Now she looked him in the eyes with those stunning eyes of hers as she chugged
more of her beer. She looked like she may be either flirting with him or
trying to intimidate him. He felt more intimidation like she was reminding him
that she could wrestle him and make it a bad experience for him if she
desired. But even though he had seen what she had done to those guys and how
much it looked like it sucked for them, the thought of wrestling a pretty girl
that was so strong seemed a bit enticing to him for some reason.

"Alright I'll give you one more chug to finish that up and then you're going
to have to go," she said. "I have friends here that are waiting for me."

He had yet to see any of those friends. He watched her put her glass up to her
mouth and easily start pounding the remainder for her heavy beer while he
struggled with the Coors Light bottle that was over half full. She finished up
her glass and slammed it on the bar. He couldn't drink anymore and stopped
drinking, still having over a quarter left in there. He looked at the bottle
like he was going to try to drink more but she grabbed it while it was still
in his hand.

"You're done," she said.

She pulled the bottle out of his hand and slammed it on the bar. She motioned
for him to follow her out. He was glad everyone was too involved in their own
stuff to notice him getting treated like her pet. He didn't mind it as much as
he normally would since she had saved him. She had been in a hurry to walk out
so he hurried as well and didn't pay attention to anything going on behind him
so he didn't see the two bullies follow him out. They were right up on him
once they all got outside. He felt them crowding him and turned around to see
them right on top of him. Gina was still walking forward and hadn't bothered
to look back.

"Got your girl to defend you in the parking lot too, huh?" the shorter bully
said. "She gonna walk you all the way home?" George opened his mouth like he
was going to defend himself.

"Just keep on walking!" Gina turned around and said impatiently. She grabbed
him by the collar again to pull him along. He briefly saw the look of
amusement on the face of the bullies before he got yanked forward to keep
walking.

"You want to grow some balls and walk away from your bodyguard for a second?"
the taller bully said, Gina paying no attention to the comment at all. "Or are
you just gonna hide behind her until she takes you all the way home until you
are safe?"

Gina kept pulling George along and he was getting nervous. The bullies seemed
to be getting angrier the more that they ignored them and it felt to him like
at any moment they may attack. He wasn't sure if Gina was going to be able to
fend them off again and he didn't want to have to fight. She was pulling him
closer to his car which he had identified for her in the bar and he just hoped
they got there before there was trouble.

"Open it," Gina said when they got to it and she yanked him right next to the
driver side door.

He stuck his hand in his pocket to unlock the door, she opened it, threw him
in the driver seat, and closed the door. He watched outside, curious if they
were going to try and fight Gina, although he was pretty sure he wasn't going
to get out and help if that happened. They looked like they were considering
taunting her when she walked around to the passenger seat. She motioned for
him to unlock it and he let her in. She had a seat and closed the door. The
bullies stood outside the car watching. It was dark out but not pitch black.
They were standing in front of the car so he couldn't drive forward and he was
backed into the spot with nowhere to back up to.

"I'm going to stay in here for a few minutes and make sure they leave," she
said.

They were circling the car a bit, looking more confident than they did when
Gina was outside of the vehicle. George felt safer having Gina in there with
him but he was still nervous. As time passed, the bullies looked less like
they knew what they wanted to do. Eventually they walked away and out of
sight. Gina moved and George thought she was going to leave. Instead she
turned towards him and grabbed him by his belt.

"What are you doing?" he said as she started undoing his belt. While having a
pretty girl trying to get into his pants would have been welcomed if he
initially thought the night was going to go like this, he felt violated that
she was doing it to him out of nowhere, and the fact that he knew he couldn't
do anything about it didn't help.

"I feel bad that you had a tough night so I'm going to make it better," she
said.

She pulled his pants down as well as his boxer shorts and grabbed a hold of
his cock. She did it with more aggression than any girl had ever done to him
and the fact that she was so much stronger than any other girl he had known
made it hurt as opposed to feeling good. He didn't like it and as she started
to jerk him off he actually whined a little.

"Feels different having a strong girl jerk you off, doesn't it?" she said.
"You'll still like it though, don't worry."

He still didn't like it at first as she was squeezing his cock hard and even
as it was rapidly getting hard in her hand, it still hurt him. She was
stroking hard enough where he imagined she was getting quite the arm workout
herself. He could feel the cum quickly building up in his cock and that was
starting to feel good but the pain was still the dominant feeling. He would
have told her to stop if he wasn't afraid of her.

It was too much for him and he felt like his cock couldn't take. He looked at
her pretty face and there was something about the way she looked at him with
those stunning eyes as she took over his cock that made her look like the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen at that moment. It was at that moment that
his cock felt like it was going to pop like a balloon it was so full of cum
and now he just felt great, suddenly not even noticing the pain.

Cum then started shooting out of his cock like a firehose, stronger than he
had ever felt it happen before, and this time he let out a loud moan. Gina
just smiled and actually stroked him harder as it shot out of him and got all
over his steering wheel. She kept going, proud of what she was doing, and as
good as it felt, it still hurt, and George was uncomfortable that she was
doing something to his body that didn't even feel natural. She finished up,
getting out every last drop, and leaving a mess in his car and on himself like
he had never seen from this. She let go, still smiling at him, and he wondered
if he should kiss her or say anything.

"See ya," she said and she left the car with his pants still down. She walked
away with no fear and he watched her walk back into the bar with no sign of
the bullies.

****

George went out a few times after that and he didn't run into any trouble. A
few weeks after the night with the bullies and Gina he decided to go out for
an afternoon drink. The regular bars weren't open yet so he went to a
bar/restaurant. He walked inside the mostly empty place and saw some girls
sitting at the bar. He was about to go sit at a different part of the bar when
he saw one of those girls was Gina.

He hadn't recognized her at first because she was dressed quite differently
from the casual outfit she had on the last time he saw her. Now she was
wearing a beige dress and a pair of brown open-toed wedges on her feet. The
dress was short with no sleeves and it showed off a lot of skin. It also
showed that although her thick bodyweight was fairly well-maintained, she did
have quite a bit of chunk on her. There were two girls with her and Gina was
sitting on the far right. He wondered if he should approach her or not. He was
feeling a bit confident so he walked up and had a seat next to her. She acted
like she didn't know he was there at first.

"Hey, what's up," he said. She turned to him and looked startled.

"Oh," she said and it looked like it was taking her a moment to remember who
he was. "Hey. You're not out by yourself again, are you?"

"Yeah."

"I told you not to come out by yourself anymore!" The bossiness of this
21-year-old girl. And there was nothing he could do about it. She looked
bigger and stronger than the last time he saw her based on how she was dressed
so that was just a further reminder.

"It's the middle of the day and it's just a restaurant. I figured I'd be OK."
She looked like she was thinking about his explanation. This was so
humiliating.

"Alright, fine," she said. "Well at least buy me a drink then."

He looked at her mug that was almost empty and could tell she was going to
want another expensive beer. He ordered her one and got himself a Coors Light.
Her other two friends were now talking to each other and he looked at Gina's
pretty face as she pondered if she wanted to talk to them or him. She ended up
small talking with him a bit.

As the alcohol got in his system he thought about what she had said about guys
wrestling her and it not being a good experience for them. He looked at her
feminine, voluptuous body and couldn't help but be intrigued at the thought of
it. He wondered what it would feel like.

"Wrestle any guys since the last time I saw you?" he asked. It was a comment
he wouldn't have made if he hadn't had alcohol in him, even if it was just a
little bit.

"No," she said, looking half-amused, and half-annoyed. "Enough of the guys
know now that's not a good idea for them." He took another big swig of his
beer to prep himself for the next question.

"Feel like having another match?" She looked at him like she was annoyed at
the question but not surprised.

"With you?? No way!"

"How come?"

"The guys I've wrestled are a lot bigger than you are. I would destroy you."

"I'm OK with that." He looked at her pretty face and despite what she did to
the two bullies, he still wasn't completely sold she could even beat him.

"No! A lot of guys want to wrestle with me thinking it's going to be some kind
of sexual experience for them. It's not. I am very strong, I would hurt you,
and you would not like it. No way."

He felt offended and embarrassed like he was asking her out on a date and
getting turned down. The two of them sat there awkwardly. He tried to think of
anything he could say to change the subject but he couldn't think of anything
that wouldn't make it more awkward. He was now drinking his beer rapidly
because of his nervousness and it was almost gone. Ordering another drink
would have definitely been awkward so he knew he only had another minute with
her or so and he might not even see her again after. He had nothing to lose.

"Just one match," he said, thinking it wasn't going to happen, and the look of
close to fury on her face further made him think that. She punched the bar
enough to make her glass shake but her friends kept talking to each other and
didn't react.

"Fine, maybe!" she said, looking pissed off about it. Give me your address and
IF I feel like it I'll be at your place at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. Wear
whatever you want to wrestle in and have some space cleared out. I'm not
giving you my number so if I don't show up that means it's not going to
happen."

"Can we do a little later than seven? Maybe early afternoon?"

"Seven or nothing!" she snapped back. "I also want to go over the rules with
you now so you're clear. Just wrestling. No punching, kicking, hair pulling,
pinching, scratching, or anything like that. And if we're going to wrestle
we're going to wrestle. That means we don't stop until both of us agree to
stop. So if one of us decides to submit, it's not over unless both of us agree
that we want to stop. If I'm winning and you quit, we still go if I don't want
to stop. Same goes the other way if you're beating me. If you are OK with
that, give me your address."

He gave her his address, finished his beer, and left.

****

He woke up on his own around 6:30 the next morning and just lay in bed. He
wasn't expecting her to show up but the anticipation of the possibility had
him awake. He heard his doorbell ring exactly at seven. He was wearing the
t-shirt and shorts that he slept in so that was going to be what he wrestled
in. He was glad he didn't have much furniture so there was plenty of room on
his living room carpet.

He opened the front door. She stood there, her brown, straight hair combed
down and her face looked so beautiful. She definitely didn't look like she had
drank too much the day before or just gotten out of bed or anything. She wore
a red tank-top, her breasts looking enormous in it, and she wore white shorts.
She had on a pair of flip flops and her toenails were painted a bright red,
looking fresh like they were painted that morning.

"So where are we doing this?" she said as she walked right in.

She was carrying a bag, he led her to the living room which had plenty of room
for them to wrestle on the carpet, and she set her bag down. The two of them
stood across from each other on the carpet. She was much shorter than he was
but her thick body looked intimidating. Looking at her pretty face, though, he
still had a hard time thinking she'd be able to beat him. The thought of her
doing so gave him confusing emotions.

"I'll let you come at me first," she said and she looked confident like she
had done this many times. "I don't want you to have any excuses."

He looked at her waiting for his attack. This was it. He went at her and
grabbed her. He tried to take her down but she planted her bare feet and her
legs were so strong that she didn't move. She reached her right arm up, put it
around his neck, and put him in a headlock, pulling his head into her side.

The pain was immediately unbearable. She felt so strong that it felt like a
steel pole was pushing into his neck. His eyes were not only watering up but
they felt like they were going to pop out of his head. The grip on his neck
was so tight that it felt like she could pop his head off. He pulled on her
arm and it felt like pulling on steel too. There was no way he was going to be
able to handle wrestling with her. He tapped out on her thick leg.

"Oh no," she said and she let out a loud, happy sounding laugh that he didn't
want to hear based on the amount of pain he was in. "We just got started. I
told you yesterday we don't stop until both of us want to stop and I'm not
even close."

He pulled on her arm some more and knew he had no chance of moving it and that
he was just going to wear himself out. He started to feel a bit faint and saw
stars. He closed his eyes and saw more stars. He felt close to passing out and
he just hoped that that was all that was going to happen and not worse.

Still holding him in the headlock, she rolled them both onto the carpet. She
didn't let go and he still couldn't even come close to breaking free. She
repositioned herself behind him and wrapped her right arm around his neck in a
chokehold. As he pulled on her arm she wrapped her thick legs around his legs.
Her legs were so strong that her legs squeezing his legs felt like the
equivalent of if his legs were squeezing a stuffed animal.

He felt her arm squeezing his throat. The feeling he got in his throat when he
tried to breathe was disturbing. Her chokehold was so powerful it felt like
she could crush his throat if she kept this up. The inside of his legs felt
like they were getting crushed by her legs also.

He felt weak, helpless, and afraid as he pulled on her arm and couldn't move
it as she put more pressure on his neck and throat. He couldn't move his legs
at all. Her skin still felt so feminine. His eyes had watered up to the point
where tears were coming down his face. He tapped on her arm but of course she
didn't stop and he couldn't even talk if he wanted to try and beg her.

She let go of his throat and threw him down on his back. She had given his
throat a good squeeze and it was still hard for him to breathe. He looked up
and saw her pretty face and thick body coming at him to sit on him. He didn't
have a chance to try and get away before she sat on his chest and used her
knees to pin down his shoulders.

He had a look of terror on his face and she still just smiled with her
beautiful smile as she looked down at him. He reached up and grabbed her legs
trying to pull them away but couldn't budge them from that position either.
She grabbed the top of his head and pulled herself closer to him, then
covering his entire face with her crotch.

All he could see now was her shorts and he could feel her pussy through her
shorts as she began rubbing her crotch against his face. This wasn't nearly as
painful as the previous two holds but it was even more humiliating. She
started to moan a bit like she was getting off and she rubbed her crotch
against him harder. He could feel her wetness through the shorts.

She dry humped his face some more before sitting behind his head. He felt even
more dizzy from being squished by her crotch so he couldn't try and move. She
took a hold of his ears with her hands and began wrapping her legs around his
neck from behind in a figure-4. Her arms around his neck was bad enough but
her legs were far more than he could deal with. He could tell that she wasn't
squeezing with even close to full force but those large, powerful legs closing
in around his neck even a little bit felt like she was crushing everything
that was inside his neck and that any moment she was going to disconnect his
head from everything that was communicating with the rest of his body.

He pulled on her legs, feeling the feminine skin, feeling the size of them,
and feeling the muscle in them, muscle that he didn't think he'd be able to
build on his legs if he devoted his entire life to weight training. He looked
up at the ceiling, feeling her crotch pushing into the top of his head and it
felt so unfair that she was able to put him through this kind of torture when
there was nothing he could do about it. He thought about how stupid he was for
requesting this match with her, thought about how it was all his fault, and he
just started all-out crying.

Gina paid no mind to his tears as she squeezed her legs around his neck
tighter, making him cry more. At one point it felt like she was squeezing as
hard as she could, or at least close to it, and that made him cry harder. It
felt like she was going to seriously injure him and all he could do was take
it, as any attempt to pull her legs off of him didn't faze her.

She loosened up but didn't let him go all of the way and now that he could
breathe more he cried a lot more. He couldn't remember the last time he had
cried this intensely, possibly never, as he had never experienced anything
like this before. She had actually loosened her legs quite a bit but when he
raised his hands to try and pull her legs away they felt just as strong as
always and he couldn't move them even an inch. It felt like they had been
going for a long time now, much longer than any wrestling match he had ever
seen, and he thought they had to be close to being done.

"How much longer?" he asked, his voice sounding and feeling extremely scratchy
from all of the abuse his throat had taken. She laughed a loud, happy,
beautiful sounding laugh that he hated.

"Don't ask me that," she said as she gave his neck a good squeeze that made it
clear that he was not going to be asking that question again. "We'll be done
when I'm good and ready but we're not even close to that so don't annoy me by
asking or it's going to be longer."

Her saying that made him sob some more for whatever reason but she still
didn't react. She tightened her legs around his neck more, put her hands back
on the floor, and then thrust her hips back and forth to give his head and
neck a good shaking. He just had to go along for the ride, unable to do
anything about it.

She continued to keep him in that position for a bit longer, toying with him
and torturing him, before finally letting go. He didn't even bother trying to
escape or fight back knowing that it would be pointless and she was able to
move around however she wanted to. He watched her get her body perpendicular
to his and then she started wrapping her legs around his ribs. He looked at
her smiling and suddenly got the feeling that this was going to be really bad.
Now he thought that if he tried to get away when she wasn't touching him at
all then maybe he would have been able to, but it was too late now.

She tightly squeezed those powerful legs around his ribs and smiled her
beautiful smile as he felt the pain. He was a skinny guy with no real
protection in that area so his weak ribs had to endure it. She loosened up a
bit then squeezed hard again forcing a rough-sounding moan out of him which
made her grin get bigger.

Now she proceeded to toy with him a bit more this way, loosening her legs a
bit, trying to make him think that she was going to stop, but then giving his
ribs a good squeeze. The pain was so bad that he pushed on her legs a couple
of times at first trying to push them away but he quickly figured out that
wasn't working and had to stop just so he could save energy to keep from
passing out. She did it a few more times as it felt like his ribs and the rest
of his insides were getting squished. He wondered if she was doing any kind of
serious damage.

She finally let go of him and she started to get up to her knees to toy with
her prey. She tightly took a hold of his shirt and then pushed her thick knee
right into this ribs. He felt the pressure of all the strength and brawn in
that leg and this was the worst yet. It felt like a tree trunk was driving
into his ribs and that it was just a matter of time before his ribs were
crushed. Unable to help himself any longer he moaned and shrieked, sometimes
his shrieks coming out high-pitched so he sounded like a girl. None of that
earned him any sympathy from her.

"Please," he said, his voice still sounding very scratchy and it sounded like
he really had to work just to get that word out. "Can we please stop? I
seriously can't take this anymore."

She still smiled but looked like she might be pondering. During that time she
didn't give him any relief on his ribs, still pushing her knee in hard, and he
was working hard to get out long wheezy breaths as she did. She'd keep her
hands holding his shirt and briefly loosen up on his ribs before pushing it
back again even harder. He wouldn't have been surprised if she ended up
pushing her knee right through his ribs.

"Oh God," he moaned and cried, trying his best to accept his situation but it
was too much. "Oh dear God." She took her knee off of his ribs and put it to
his side, still holding his shirt.

"Stay right there and don't move at all," she ordered. "You move and my knee
is going into your face."

He felt how much his ribs hurt and the thought of her doing what she
threatened to was enough to scare him to laying there and not moving at all.
She let go of his shirt, and stood up and walked away, but he could tell that
she wasn't leaving. She pulled up a chair that was in the room and put it next
to his head. She had a seat and he watched her bringing the soles of her bare
feet right towards his face. Her feet looked big and strong and he prepared
himself thinking she was going to do something painful to his face with her
feet like she had when she pushed her knee into his rib.

Instead, she just placed the soles of her feet gently on his face, completely
covering it up, and she started to rub them on him. Her feet were big and
meaty but they also felt soft and there was actually something comforting
about having those smooth feet rubbing against his face. They smelled fresh
for the most part though he could smell a hint of sweat from their wrestling
match.

Both of them were quiet as she rubbed her feet on his face slowly. He was
having mixed emotions of the experience: one moment he'd feel humiliated that
she was doing this to him, the next he'd feel comforted like he was getting a
massage after getting beaten up. She smooshed his nose a bit as she did it but
it wasn't painful. She then took both of her feet off of his face and put them
next to his head. He still could feel it on his face where she had smooshed
it.

"Kiss my foot," she said. She held the sole of her right foot above his face.
He looked past it, up at her beautiful smile that was looking down at him and
amused at the idea. He did not want to do this humiliating deed. He could see
in her eyes that she was becoming impatient that he hadn't done it yet.

"Kiss it or you're going to get another knee in your belly," she said. She
brought her foot closer to his face and he didn't hesitate for a second giving
it a kiss. It hurt his pride but that was better than having his ribs hurt
that were still in a lot of pain. "Keep going," she said. "I'll tell you when
you can stop."

He proceeded to kiss all over on the bottom of her foot, feeling his lips push
against the soft, strong sole. Being made to do this was more humiliating than
any time he had been picked on for being weak but he knew he had to do it to
stay safe even though thinking about that made it worse. He did not like the
feeling of her bare foot against his lips.

"Now lick it," she said.

"Come on!" He had to stand up to her bullying though he was scared knowing he
if she wanted to keep it up there was nothing he could do. She pushed her foot
down on his face and turned it back and forth.

"Don't argue with me, bitch," she said. "Remember what I told you."

The unfortunate reality for him was that as bad as this was going to be,
whatever she would do to him if he didn't listen to her was going to be worse.
She lifted her foot up a bit and he felt like he was a dog, sticking his
tongue out, and then touching it to her foot. Her foot had a bitter taste to
it and the humiliation associated with that taste was what made this worse. He
had been picked on many times in the past but never to this level of
intensity. He could feel her foot absorbing in all of his taste buds with
every lick and couldn't help but cry a bit from being made to do this.

"Suck on my foot now," she said.

He wasn't going to object but even if he had planned on doing so, she shoved
her foot in mouth before he would have gotten the opportunity to. Her foot was
big and it separated his lips to the point where it hurt. He now really could
taste the strong taste of her foot on his taste buds as he felt her toes
pushing against the back of his tongue. The taste was stronger, it was much
more uncomfortable, and then for some reason she actually started to moan a
bit.

"That's turning me on when you do that," she said. "If I hadn't already cum
when I was face-fucking you I would have now."

He looked up at the cruel look of pleasure that was on her face as she moved
her foot around in his mouth and he kept feeling her toes pushing on his
tongue. Breathing was getting more difficult for him and she was gagging him a
bit. He also still felt the pain in his ribs and that reminded him that this
was still better than having her knee in his ribs.

After having her foot in his mouth for a while she finally pulled it out and
set both of them on the floor next to his face. The taste of foot in his mouth
was so strong it felt like it was never going to come out. But she was just
sitting there and not trying anything else so he thought that it was at least
over with. He looked at the clock and they had been wrestling for close to an
hour. He never would have thought this wrestling match would have lasted that
long but at least now she should leave and he could try and forget about all
of this, though it was going to be tough for him to forget about her
humiliating him with her feet.

"Alright," she said as she stood up and the thought of her leaving was a great
thought for him. "Get up. Time to wrestle some more." No. She didn't just say
that, there was no way.

"We're done, aren't we?" he said.

"No, we're not done!" she said with annoyance. "How many times do I need to
tell you that we're not done until BOTH of us say so? Have you heard me say
we're done yet?" He was at the point where he hated her.

"How much longer do we have to do this?" he said with frustration.

"We are just getting started." She sounded so pleased about it. "You are by
far the wimpiest person I have ever wrestled with - man or woman. I'm having
way too much fun with this and I gotta take advantage. Unless you can put up
some sort of a fight, I'm going to be here all day."

He looked up at her beautiful face and her powerful body. His whole body hurt,
his throat felt scratchy, and he could still feel the imprint of her feet all
over his face as well as tasting them in his mouth. This is how he felt after
less than an hour and he didn't know how he was going to deal with a full day
of this. But she was in his house and there was nothing he could do. Part of
him wanted to just kneel at her bare feet and beg her for no more. But he
wasn't at that point quite yet. He started to get up to wrestle her some more.

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