A Day in a Life
By Connor McCloud
Part Two


khengiskhan@hotmail.com

11:00am Saturday, July 1

I had a couple glasses of water and sat down to read the paper when Kathy
called me from the bathroom. I walked in to see her naked standing in the tub.

"Mind getting me a towel babe? No more in here," she asked nicely. It was a
strange tone coming from the woman who had raped me moments earlier. I walked
into the laundry room, grabbed a towel and returned to throw it it to her. She
snatched it quickly and began drying herself off. I turned to leave but she
stopped me with her arm.

"Where you going hun? You have plans today?" she asked nicely.

"Umm, no not really why?" I replied.

"No reason, just wondering why you're running off. I hope you're not mad about
before, I was just horny and the mood came over me. I thought it was fun,
didn't you?" she asked. Talk about your loaded question.

"Yeah I guess it was. Didn't know you're having your period, I got scared for
a minute there," I replied. I had no idea what to do or say to the woman who
had just raped me and was now chatting with me about it.

"I barely have it hun. I just know I can't get pregnant; at least the odds are
so slim. It felt nice, my vagina is so sensitive right now, even the slightest
touch gives me the shivers. Come here sweety," she said motioning me to go
near here. She held her hands out to me and we locked fingers and moved close
to each other. She kissed me hard and our hands fell in front of us, still in
the mercy position. She flinched her fingers and wrist forward playfully.

"Ever play mercy hun?" she asked.

"Yeah sure, when I was younger," I replied.

"I was real good as I kid, never lost much, strong wrists I guess," she said
applying pressure and forcing my wrists back a little," you want to play? It
might be fun."

She started applying pressure and I did the same. Eventually, we were both
pushing hard and straining to win. Mercy was never a contest I enjoyed. I had
a hard time pushing with my wrists while looking right into someone's eyes who
was doing the same thing. I could never hold my stare, and sometimes I think
it cost me to lose, even some of the girls in the neighborhood. It didn't take
long for Kathy to begin to force my wrists back, and with added pressure, she
began force me down. She used so much force she drove me down on me knees in
front of her. Without releasing my hands she moved closer to me until our
bodies were touching. I could feel her eyes staring down at me, and I couldn't
look up, and my face was nearly touching her waist, almost as low as her
vagina.

"Hey hun, while your down there," she said, obviously smiling ear to ear. I
knew exactly what she meant, but was reluctant to do it. She poured the
pressure on harder, and then twisted our hands so my palm was pointing upward.
I couldn't move up or down because of the pressure, and was completely at her
mercy.

"Come on sweety, just lick me a little, I'm really horny still," she said
softly. She was acting like she wasn't almost breaking my wrist, like I was
just kneeling there on my own. She acted the same way about raping me, she
made it almost consensual, like I had a choice. I knew I had no choice in her
request and I moved into position and started licking her vagina. She started
moaning, and pulled my face into her crotch, almost suffocating me with her
vagina and bush. With the grace of a ballerina, she released my wrists and
pushed me backwards, using her crotch to push me. I fell on my back, and she
didn't land, but gracefully positioned her vagina onto my face. My flailing
arms were quickly grabbed and pinned by her hands and legs. Kathy then
proceeded to use my face like a dildo or vibrator. She didn't care what my
tongue was doing, she just grinded into my nose, mouth, chin whatever she
wanted. I could feel her body go tense and I think she had an orgasm, but she
never said anything to me. When she was done with me, she got up and just
walked away, without saying a word.

I didn't move for several minutes until I felt moisture on my face and got up
to wipe it off. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked like I had been
cut with a nice. Kathy had smeared herself all over me during her sexual
pleasure, absolutely care free of how I felt or if she was bleeding on me.

12:00pm Saturday July 1

I walked out of the bathroom, to stunned to think clearly or have normal
thought patterns. My usual life was suddenly changing before my eyes. My wife
had suddenly decided to take control of me physically and abuse me. Although
it wasn't abuse, it had to be rape, I hadn't consented to any of this. Kathy
had assumed the dominant role, in a purely physical sense. This was simple a
matter of might makes right, and she was using her physical dominance to fuck
with me. I knew that it couldn't continue this way, what else was she going to
do. The more I thought about it, the more I knew the only way to stop her, was
to stand up to her and fight her. It's exactly what she wanted me to do, and
it appeared to be my only option. The problem was, I was afraid. I was afraid
to fight her, because I knew she was stronger and tougher than I was, but I
knew I had to.

Kathy was watching TV when I walked into the living room. She was wearing a
tank top and shorts, which she had started wearing recently to show off her
muscular arms and legs. She smiled at me when I came in, again like nothing
had even taken place.

"Hey hun, what's up?" she asked smiling.

"Nothing really I guess, what's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing, just relaxing today, I have no plans really. Maybe do some shopping
later, we'll see about that. You have plans?" she asked.

"No, not really. I mean, what's going on with you? You know in the bathroom?
And before that?" I said, not looking to pick a fight.

"What? We were fooling around, I really liked it. I have had more orgasms in
the last 12 hours than in the last few weeks. I like fooling around with you,
you don't enjoy it?" she said in a dead serious voice.

"Well, yeah I like fooling around with you, but that was a little different
don't you think?" I asked.

"Maybe different from the same old missionary position, but what's wrong with
that? I know you had orgasms hun, so I know you enjoyed it. Makes me happy
that we expand our sexual activities, and try new things. You saying that even
though you had an orgasm you didn't enjoy us fooling around?" Kathy asked,
firing many loaded questions at me.

"I'm not sure what I'm saying ok. I guess it was a change from the same old
thing, but didn't you think you were a little over aggressive?" I asked.

"Come on hun, just because I was on top doesn't mean anything. You can be on
top next time, I'll let you don't worry. I'm not trying to take away your
position from you," she laughed," I just felt like being on top so I did."

I realized that without actually confronting her, Kathy was going to blow off
and disregard my thoughts altogether. I sat down on the chair and she flipped
through the stations. She stopped at the some WWF show and started watching.
We both smiled and laughed about some guy yelling about something, and then
the action turned to an inter-gender tag-team match. We watched as these men
and woman wrestlers tossed each other around, and I laughed out loud when a
female wrestler picked up a guy slammed him to the mat and applied some leg
lock that had the guy screaming.

"That looks like the figure four leg lock," I said, "haven't seen that used in
a very long time. She's got that guy in some serious pain. That hold hurts."

"You remember seeing that hold as a kid?" Kathy asked.

"Yeah, don't remember who used it, it wasn't a girl though, no girls back
then," I said.

"Times are changing hun, this is a different time. Woman are much stronger now
that it's acceptable for us to lift weights and get strong. You don't think a
woman could beat a man at wrestling? You ever wrestle when you were a kid?"
she asked.

"Yeah I did, not at school, but goofing around, you know with friends, " I
replied, not seeing her trap.

"I did to with the other kids in the neighborhood. It was always alot of fun,
especially when I beat the boys and made them give up. Nothing like being beat
up by a girl in front of your friends, but eventually everyone lost, and it
wasn't a big deal. You ever wrestle with the neighborhood girls?" she asked,
setting the final piece of the trap.

"I guess a couple of times, but nothing that I really remember. I don't think
I ever lost though," I said.

"No? So you are undefeated against woman in your lifetime? "she said, smiling
and turning towards me," you want to put that title on the line? I also happen
to be undefeated against the other sex. I think it's only appropriate we
wrestle for the sake of gender superiority."

Without saying anything more, she got up and started moving furniture out of
the way, clearing a spot on the carpet to wrestle. When a spot was cleared she
turned towards me.

"Come on hun, it will be fun. I haven't wrestled in along time, but there's
nothing to it. First person to give up loses, easy as that. Come on let's
wrassle!!" she exclaimed, getting down on all fours and facing me. I
reluctantly got up and moved towards her. I didn't want to get involved in
this, but then thought that a victory might actually help my cause. I felt
like a scrawny 11 year old moving close to her muscular body. It was when we
were this close that you could see how she was muscle head to toe and I was
just skinny.

She was facing me on her knees, and waited for me to face her the same way.

"Ok, this is awesome! First person to give up loses, ok?" she asked. I nodded
yes, and just like that, we locked up.

We struggled for position first, facing each other and trying to throw the
other one off balance. I felt like I was holding my own as we pushed into each
other, feeling each others strength and testing our opponent. We crashed
closer into each other, and Kathy quickly wrapped her right arm around my head
in a side headlock. She pulled me into her, and slowly started to increase her
pressure, which eventually sent us crashing on our sides. Kathy continued to
grind my head with her right arm, while I tried frantically to break her grip
without success. Kathy never loosened her grip, but just squeezed harder and
used her arm to grind even tighter, until I felt like I was losing
consciousness. Without even a hint that she was planning on moving, she
gracefully released her hold, moved behind, and wrapped her legs around my
head. I reached up with my hands instinctively near her thighs, and she
quickly grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms towards her. I was flat on my
back, my head securely trapped between her muscular thighs, and I was dead
meat. She was sitting almost, and she held my arms over my head and against
the floor, and squeezed my head so hard I thought it would pop.

I think I screamed, but it was lost, as my cries were muffled by her legs,
which were slowly squeezing my head tighter and tighter. I gave up several
times, and I think she heard me, but she never stopped squeezing. Finally,
after I felt my head become light and I started seeing stars, she let me go. I
didn't move off the floor, but I felt Kathy move and get up. I felt her lift
my leg, and start mumbling something to herself, and then I understood what
she was doing. She moved my legs into position, and then wrapped her legs
through mine, securing the figure four leg lock. Even though wrestling is
scripted, it is not fake, and this hold kills when done right, and Kathy was
doing it right. I cried out in pain as she applied some pressure, because it
doesn't take much pressure for this hold to hurt. She flopped to the floor,
and sat across from me, smiling as I rolled back and forth in pain.

"Didn't know if I could remember that one," she smiled,"glad I did. This is a
good one. I already know you give up, no reason to say anything, I'm just
going to play with you for a few minutes." And Kathy did just that. She toyed
with me in this inescapable hold, tightening and releasing her pressure, while
watching with great interest how my face distorted in pain. I don't know how
long she tortured me, but eventually she let me go, and then sat there looking
at me as I grabbed my leg in pain. She looked at me funny, like she was trying
to remember something, and then smiled and moved towards me. I tried to jump
up and move away from her, but my injured leg prevented my escape. She knocked
me down on my stomach and then moved in on top of me. It only took a few
minutes of wrestling with her to prove to me without a doubt that I was no
match for her. Physically she was superior in every way, stronger, faster,
quicker, and more flexible than I was. I had no chance to defend myself, and
Kathy was in the mood to play.

I struggled to get her off me, but my strength was really no match for hers,
and she began preparing her next hold. She was in a sitting position behind
me, but her ass didn't touch my back, she remained elevated. She reached
around my head and secured her right hand around my chin and began to pull my
head back towards her. I attempted to rip her hand away from my face, but
instead she reached over with her left hand and grabbed my wrist and arm. She
then pulled my left arm backwards and secured it over her left knee. My left
arm now just lied there, and in that position I was unable to move it at all.
Kathy then did the same with my right arm. With both my arms pulled behind my
back and hung helplessly over her legs, she cupped both her hands around my
chin and pulled back. I could feel my back behind pulled in a way it was never
meant to go as my body arched backwards. She held me there helpless, playing
with me and experimenting on how far back she could pull me without really
causing damage.

Kathy, obviously growing tired of this hold, released me, and I collapsed on
the floor. I tried to move, but my back was killing me and I decided to lay
there and let the pain subside. My downtime ended seconds later when I felt
Kathy move and stand next to me. She reached down with her arms and pulled me
up from behind, holding me in front of her with her arms around my chest. She
then wrapped her arms around my arms and secured her hands around my neck in a
perfect full nelson. She tightened her hold until she was comfortable and then
poured on the pressure, sometimes with so much force she would lift me off the
ground. She pulled us down to the floor and wrapped her legs around my chest,
and began to crush me with her powerful legs, never releasing her full nelson.
I felt like a rag doll in her arms as she pulled, crushed, and used me like I
wasn't even there. I know I was crying out in pain, but she didn't care even a
little, and she continued with her assault until my cries for her to stop
almost ceased.

I didn't know if I was really hurt, or if my body was in so much pain it just
began to go numb. Kathy eventually released her full nelson and just used her
legs for a long time. I punched them, but my punches did nothing. Eventually
she rolled me on my back and she lied next to me, never releasing the
pressure, but instead using pulses of strength to watch her holds effect. My
arms were lying lifeless to my sides, one on the floor and another over her
legs. She sat up and pulled me into her, perfectly positioning her right arm
around my neck. She then said something to me, and began to squeeze. Seconds
later I blacked out.

To be continued....