Lori Murphy, Trader of Fine Goods
By Connor McCloud
Part One


The roads twisted and turned for miles. I had turned off the highway in
upstate Vermont and had started traveling north, and then east a little. Being
from an area a little more populated, this was truly the boonies for me. Every
once in a while I'd see a few homes, but when I did, they were very old, and
run down. It was a poor area, scarcely poplulated, and for me, a little
creepy. The people seemed very odd to me, and when I stopped in for a coke or
whatever, they just looked at me with this get the fuck out of our state look,
which made me laugh. I was heading out to interview a woman concerning an
insurance claim. Lori was simply a witness in a case of a possible hit and run
accident, so I needed her side of the story. I had to be 2 hours from the last
sign of any life, and honestly I hadn't seen a town, village, or anything like
it in a long time. I knew I was pretty close though, as ridiculous as this
area was, the roads were sort of marked, and I appeared to be getting close.

I finally reached the home where Lori was staying, and pulled down a very,
very long driveway. At the end of the driveway was a fairly large old
farmhouse, white in color, with the paint chipping, and a large porch around
the front. There was a barn attached to the side, with some old farm equipment
inside. It was almost typical for what you might think you would see in the
middle of nowhere, very reclusive, very, very quiet. I parked my car and got
out and noticed a woman walk out of her door and look my way, and then she
politely waved. Her wavy blonde hair hung to her shoulders in a very casual
way, her head covered by a RedSox hat. She was wearing a black sleeveless top,
very skimpy, very tight, and daisy duke shorts. I did not have a description,
so I had no idea what to expect, but this woman was different than most. Lori
was tall for a woman, maybe 5'9" or so and had a very athletic build, almost
like a professional volleyball player, lean and wiry. I was happily surprised,
I guess thinking that I was going to speak with some toothless hillbilly.

"Sorry to bother you, are you Lori?" I asked.

"Yes I am", she replied, "Lori Murphy, nice to meet you. Can I help you?"

"I'm Scott McPherson, I work for Swasey Insurance, I need to ask you a few
questions about an incident you were a witness to", I said, shaking her hand.

"Oh yeah, a few months back, nasty incident, sure, no problem Scott. I'm
surprised you found me way up here it must have been a long drive. You find it
okay?" she asked.

"I did thanks", I replied," This won't take long, I'm sorry to bother you."

We sat down on the front porch and talked. I couldn't help but notice and
stare at the definition and cuts in her arms and legs, I mean she was really
impressive. You need to have great genetics to look like that. As Lori moved
around and crossed her legs, the muscles in her legs would basically pop out,
as did the muscles in her arms when she stretched or crossed them. I did catch
myself staring a few times, but a woman who looked like Lori must get used to
it, and besides, she made a great witness. We smiled and laughed together, and
I even felt a little sexual tension as crazy as that sounds. I even asked way
more than I should have just to keep our conversation going, I felt more
attracted to her as we talked. I finished my questions and then I just talked
to her for few more minutes, basically because I was infatuated with her.

"So how long was your drive Scott?" she asked.

"Around 6 hours I think," I replied," the back roads took forever. I'm not
looking forward to the next 6 hours."

"You should have booked a hotel, that's along day. Why don't you stay with me
tonight? I have plenty of room, there's 6 bedrooms in here", Lori said
smiling.

"That's okay, I don't want to impose on you, and you must have things to do.
Does your husband work somewhere near here?" I asked, throwing out that very
important question. By this time, I was completely aroused by her and the very
thought of staying with her was giving me a woody.

"My husband? I'm not married Scott, not anymore. This was my parent's place,
when they passed on, I decided to keep it for a place to come and relax. It's
nice to have a place like this to come, there's nobody to bother me and I can
just completely sit back and relax. I come here a few times a year, do some
hiking and just chill. Feel free to stay if you want, the offer is good, but
it's up to you," she smiled.

"That's really nice of you Lori. It might be nice to stay and drive back
tomorrow, but I don't want to intrude if you had plans," I said.

"No, you seem very nice Scott, it would be nice to have company for a night.
Come on in and see the house, don't worry I won't bite", she said smiling,
standing up and walking into the house.

The house was clean inside, very country, very simple. The walls were mounted
with many plaques, and I noticed trophies all over the place. I began to read
them, and realized that Lori was an allstate athlete in high school and
college. Cross country awards, track and field, field hockey, softball, she
had played them all. It was first place this, state champion in that, state
athlete of the year, it was amazing. There was even a wrestling trophy on the
fireplace mantle, first place it said, lightweight division. I turned to her
and almost laughed.

"Wow, these are all yours? That's awesome Lori, you were the best athlete in
the state it looks like," I said in awe of her.

"Nahh, I did okay for myself though. I was always very athletic," she said
looking at them with me.

"Tell me about them, I'm really impressed", I said, even in more awe of her.

Lori went on to explain most of them. She was truly one of the finest athletes
to come from the state of Vermont. She had received a scholarship to do track
and field at UCLA, and while there set all kinds of records, not only in
track, but she did volleyball. She explained she was a sprinter and did the
hurdles. I just listened to her calmly explain herself, completely blown away
by her in every way. Lori seemed to get better looking the more I looked at
her. She had a wide smile, and a very easygoing style to her that made you
feel very comfortable. I was completely smitten.

"What about this one?" I asked, holding the wrestling trophy up.

Lori smiled, and giggled a little, "Well, when I was a junior in high school,
I was dating this guy on the wrestling team. He wrestled in the lightweight
division, I think he weighed maybe 120 or so, it's been a long time, I forget.
To make a long story short, he gave me some crap one day about what a great
athlete he was and how hard wrestling was. I ignored him, but he had this
inferiority complex because I was the best female athlete in the school, and
he didn't like that. One day when he was really talking smack I decided to
shut him up, so we started playfully wrestling a little, and I pinned him,
pretty easily I might add. He went crazy!! I decided that I kinda like the
contact, so that year I went out for the team, in spite of everyone telling me
not to. I not only beat out my boyfriend for the spot, and of course we broke
up immediately, but I won the state title for my weight."

"Unbelievable," I said, just looking at her, "you beat your boyfriend, take
his place on the team, then win the state title? You're amazing."

"Aww, thanks Scott, I don't know about that. I've just always been a real good
athlete, and I've always been very, very strong. I still work out, but I'm
naturally just strong, and I'm highly competitive, which can be good and bad.
Some guys like it, some guys get very nervous and feel the need to prove
themselves against me. I never understood why guys can't admit that a woman
can be stronger then they are, but they can't", Lori said putting the trophy
back down.

"You didn't wrestle again after that?" I asked.

"The state conveniently passed a some kind of rule after that year, stopping
me from competing. I was going to be a senior and they didn't want a girl to
win the state title two years in a row. It's not big deal, I had nothing to
prove, I just liked beating my old boyfriend", she explained.

"He must have gone nuts", I said.

"Oh yeah, we didn't talk all year after that. We had to wrestle at practice to
see who would wrestle that weight class, and in front of all his friends, I
beat him pretty easily, he was very upset. I wrestled the kid in the weight
class ahead of me as well, after he challenged me, and I beat him too. Guys
are so predictable, but they can't help it, they grow up thinking they are
stronger and tougher than girls, so when they lose, they can't digest it. You
know, every guy is basically the same, but I'm older now, so I'm okay with it.
Take you for example Scott, I know right now you're wondering if you could
beat me at wrestling, and you're wondering if I'm stronger than you are.
That's very natural for a guy to think like that. Be honest, you're thinking
that aren't you?" she asked, smiling at me.

"Yeah, I guess I did think that, almost immediately. I'm sorry Lori, but
you're right, I instantly began to wonder that exact thought. Please don't be
upset with me, it's just that, you're so different from most woman, I mean
you're openly strong and athletic looking. Hope you're not upset with me", I
said, almost ashamed of myself.

"No, it's okay. I'm old enough to understand men. You can't help it. My
strength immediately makes men nervous I almost threaten men and their
masculinity. You're just another in a very long line Scott", she said, but in
a matter of fact way, she didn't seem upset at all.

Lori showed me the rest of the house and we chatted politely as we moved
around from room to room. My head was a mess with thoughts of her and her
stories about wrestling with guys. I wondered how strong she really was, and I
simply stared at her as she strolled around. We were basically the same
height, so I wondered how much she weighed. She was all muscle for sure, but
she couldn't weigh more than 125 or 130 she was so lean. I was about 180 or
so, I had 50 pounds on her, maybe more? Could she really beat me? Was she
really stronger than me?

Besides the fact that I was completely infatuated with her physically, she was
very polite and nice, and really enjoyed showing me around her house and her
yard. It was late in the day now and I was beginning to get hungry. We sat
down on her front porch and continued chatting about nothing, but it was fun.

"So Scott, have you decided to stay or are you leaving?" she asked.

"It's very nice of you to offer, but again, I don't want to intrude on you and
your privacy", I responded.

"Scott, this house has 6 bedrooms, maybe even 7 she laughed, there's more than
enough room, but it's up to you, I'm just offering", she said.

"Well, in that case, I'd love to stay, I really don't feel like driving
tonight", I said.

"No need to fall asleep driving", she said, "I have some chicken I can make
for us."

We spent the next few hours grilling and eating and we really had a nice time.
Lori was such a cool person, I think her time in sunny CA rubbed off on her
making her extremely laid back and easy to chat with. We did the history
thing, explaining each other's past and growing up with silly and fun stories.
Lori opened some wine, which we sipped as we chatted. As the night went on,
and the wine went down, I began to wonder what Lori was thinking and if she
meant to sleep with me tonight. I knew she was just being nice, but here we
were all alone in the middle of nowhere, I mean there was at least a chance. I
decided the only way to to get this thing moving in the right direction was to
start the ball rolling myself.

"So Lori, what do you do to keep yourself in shape now? I mean you look so
good, you must work out all the time", I said kindly. It helped that I had
some wine in me, I felt free to say whatever came to mind.

"I don't belong to a gym anymore, but I do still work out. I have a Bowflex at
my place in Boston, and I run a few times a week. I have some weights down
stairs here, which I never showed you I guess, and I have some dumbbells. I
started doing some aerobics and I do a lot of hiking and stuff up here. I just
stay active, that's all people need to do really", she said, leaning back into
her couch, getting comfortable.

"I'd have to work out everyday to look as lean as you do. I hate to ask this,
but I was wondering how much you weighed", I said with the wine kicking in.

"Scott!" Lori laughed, "You never ask a woman her weight! I'm just joking with
you. As of the other day I was around 143 or so, but that's a little high, I'm
normally around 140. I don't really keep track, at least not anymore. I bet
you thought I weighed more like 125 or 130, but remember, muscle weighs more
than fat, and honestly I'm mostly muscle."

"You're right, I thought you weighed less. I really need to work out more, I
haven't worked out in ages", I said, "you know I only weight around 180 right
now, but I look like I weigh so much more than you, but I really don't."

"Listen Scott," Lori said suddenly," we're both adults here, and we're just
getting to know each other. There's no reason not to be honest with each
other, right? You're wondering if we're going to sleep together tonight, and
the answer is no, not tonight. You also seem very interested in how strong I
am, like most guys are, and you're wondering if I'm stronger than you are,
right?"

Her openness threw me for a second, and at first I didn't answer. I looked at
her, let it sink in then laughed a little.

"I can't lie to you Lori, I have been thinking about that, all day I have
been. I'm sorry for being like every other guy, that sucks for you, I just
can't help it. You're right there's some inherent part of me that just has to
know how strong you are. I'm sorry, I am for being so predictable", I said
shyly.

"It's okay, and lucky for you, it's different in a way. Most guys don't have
the chance to sit one on one with me and find out. Most guys look at me from a
distance, but they will never know, only think about it, you happen to be here
with me. So tell me Scott, do you want to find out?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean Scott, I'm going to give you some options, but you have to be honest
with me, okay?" she asked, leaning forward, and I nodded yes in reply.

"Now think this through. Do you simply want to find out who is stronger? I
mean we can do that in so many ways. We could lift weights to find out, which
we can do. We can arm wrestle, that's not an accurate test really, but we can
do that. There's different kinds of strength, is that what you had in mind?"
she asked then continued," For most guys, that's not what they really want
though. They want to find out if they are dominant, which is a little
different. Men want to know that they can take that club, smack a woman over
the head, and then take her. When you think about it that way, it's more of a
test of strength; it's a test to see who is more dominate, to see who is in
control. So you tell me Scott, what is it that you need to find out?"

I didn't know what to say. My mind raced a million miles an hour. How did she
know what I was thinking? Were all guys really that similar? Was she serious?
What was she saying? I sipped my wine and sat back in my chair, unable to say
anything. Lori just sat and watched me squirm. I looked up, down and all
around, and I just didn't know what to say. I did want to see how strong she
was, but it went further, she was right. The thoughts of her wrestling guys
and beating them had my mind racing all day. I had to know if I could beat
her, I just had to. Was it more than that? I didn't know. Right now I knew it
was at least that much.

"I, umm, don't know what to say really Lori. This is really ackward, I mean we
just met. Maybe I should have left, I'm sorry Lori", I said finally.

"Scott, you're being silly. I'm giving you the chance so many men have wanted.
Be honest with me, I'm giving you that chance, so take your time and tell me
what you're looking for. I'll wrestle you if that's what you want, but be
ready for it, because I'm going to be trying 100% to beat you. Is that what
you want? You want to see if you can beat me?" Lori said casually.

"Yeah, it's what I've been thinking about all day Lori, as soon as I saw that
trophy, maybe even before that. I didn't want to say anything, it's just so
odd to think that way. I never had the desire to test myself against a woman,
but you're different, you almost make me want to see how strong I am compared
to you. Does this make sense to you?" I asked.

Lori leaned back further, sitting indian style on the couch and took a long
sip of her wine. The room was lit well, but I could see her smiling as she sat
there. She crossed her arms and the muscles popped out of her arms and
shoulders as she did. You could easily see the striations when she moved.

"I know Scott, and relax it's okay. I have no problem doing that with you,
it's always fun and challenging to test myself against somebody new, although
I haven't done it in a while now. Women are different, they ask questions, but
they seem to be okay with the understanding that I'm stronger than they are. I
mean some wonder, some even challenge me, but the majority just knows I am,
and they submit even before I beat them. Now that this is out there, relax,
and be honest about it, I don't talk like this with many men, so I'd like to
hear your thoughts. Are you intimidated by me?" she asked casually.

"Well, I don't know if intimidated is the word, but I'm very intrigued by you.
I've never met anyone like you before you're different. I mean, Lori, you look
amazing, I've never met anyone in person with a body like yours, and then the
wrestling talk, I mean, it's not usual. I don't normally size people up,
especially not a women, I mean I've only been in a few fights in my life. I
found myself today thinking if I could take you, you know what I mean? I
wasn't always thinking about who was stronger, it was more than that, I was
wondering if I could take you in a fight I guess", I said, slowly, not knowing
if I was making any sense.

Lori got up and poured herself more wine, and then walking over she filled my
glass. Not being a big drinker, the wine was hitting me hard, and I tried not
to let it show. She sat down in a chair now, directly across from me and took
another sip. She crossed her legs and sat back, slowly rocking in her chair.
She looked me up and down, without saying a word.

"I 'm glad you're here", she said finally," it's nice to chat with someone who
can be honest it's not always easy to be honest, but when people talk and
really look inside themselves the honesty comes out. It sounds like you've
been thinking a lot about this Scott. So let me ask you this, is wrestling the
answer to your question? If we wrestle, and you win, does that make you
dominant in your mind? What if I win? Will that mean that I'm dominant? Can
you accept that? You said you were wondering if you could take me, does that
mean beat me in wrestling? Is that going to answer your question?"

"I'm not sure Lori, I don't think I've thought about it enough", I replied.

"I'm sure you haven't, this is all new to you. Let me tell you what I think
Scott, and see if you really need to know the answer , and honestly, maybe you
don't. Maybe you can leave tomorrow and never know, and be okay with that,
that's your choice. Let me be honest with you Scott. I'm a very strong, very
determined, very aggressive person. My personality is controlling and
dominating. As we sit her, I'm already in control of you, I'm already in your
head. You already doubt yourself. I don't need any questions answered, but the
way you're talking, I think you do. So, tell me Scott, what is it that you
want to find out? Is wrestling going to answer your question? Maybe you want
to fight me?"

I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say, it was all to much. Brain
overload. I started to sweat a little, and squirm in my chair. She was
challenging me now? This was to much for me. It sounded to me like what she
was saying was simple, but it didn't compute. She was challenging me to a
contest where one of us would be standing and one would be the down and out. I
just wanted to fuck her! I didn't have a desire to fight her, there was no
need for that, but why? I could beat her, right? Was I afraid, because I knew
I would lose?

"Lori, I don't want to fight you", I said softly, "I mean I'd like to see how
strong you are, but I don't think I want to do that. I'm not like that I'm not
a violent guy. I'd love to do something less violent, like arm wrestle or even
some light wrestling, but that's up to you. I just don't have any desire to
fight you like that."

Lori laughed at me, and her laugh was like fingers on a chalkboard. It wasn't
her giggling, but basically laughing at me like I was an idiot or I had a
booger hanging from my nose. She stood up and walked out of the room, and when
she came back in, she had another bottle of wine. She sipped her wine slowly,
and then pulled her hair back in a ponytail, almost paying no attention to me
at all. She sat back in her chair again and smiled my way.

"I'm sorry I laughed at you, it just always makes me giggle when men back down
from me, but I don't blame you Scott, I'm obviously much stronger than you
are. I don't feel the need to prove anything to you, but I know you need to
prove something to yourself, which will make you crazier. My offer is there to
wrestle if you're up for it, but it's totally up to you doll", she said in a
very sarcastic voice, almost like she was taunting me.

I sipped my wine, and then poured myself some more. This crazy bitch. Here we
are in the middle of nowhere, and she doesn't even know me. I could be some
raving fucking lunatic, but she's calm, like she was sitting here with her mom
or something. I could rape her, or kill her, and she's sitting there getting
drunk. I was getting drunk myself, and as I did, my anger about her attitude
was making me nuts.

"You're fucking crazy", I said suddenly," I mean seriously, challenging me to
a fight?" I started to laugh too, and then we were both laughing.

"The real funny thing is", she said as she laughed," I challenged you, but you
said no!! I mean what the fuck is that?"

"I'll wrestle with you, you crazy fucker", I laughed," I'd love to take you
on, I just don't see the need for a fist fight, I mean that's nuts."

"Okay, okay", she laughed, "let's wrestle before we're to drunk to do it."

"Okay, fine, but you started this", I laughed, getting up.

We were both stumbling now, with almost two bottles of wine gone. I mean not
completely drunk, but we were certainly feeling the effects for sure. Lori
grabbed my hand and brought me downstairs and into a large open room. There
were some weights in the corner and a squat rack, but the room was mostly
covered in mats, and there was a heavy bag hanging in one corner. The area had
to be 12 by 12 easy. She walked us to the mats, and then she turned and to me
and laughed again.

"Okay, this is my aerobics area, but it's also good for wrestling, trust me,
it's perfect for it. So here are the rules no pins, only submissions. If I'm
hurting you and you can't speak, tap the mat, and I'll let you go. No hair
pulling or biting sissy boy", she said, bursting out in laughter.

"Alright, alright", I smiled.

"Take your clothes off, just your boxers sweetheart", she said, and then she
immediately took off her top, and then her bra and bottoms, leaving her in
just a black thong, nothing else. My eyes locked onto her body, which was just
awesome. Very defined calves, which popped out when she moved them lead to
thick, and powerful legs. Her waist was small, and you could just see the
definition in her abs. Her body was a perfect V shape because her back was
well defined and popped out on either side. Her shoulders were broad and
chiseled, and her arms were longer than most, and lean with muscle. Although
not fat, my body was scrawny compared to hers, I had very little muscle
compared to Lori, and I felt like a weakling.

"Okay babe", she said smiling, "let's see what you got."

Lori started circling me, and not knowing what to do, I circled with her. She
crouched a little, but before she did, she was basically the same height as
me, so all I had on her was about 40 pounds or so. I moved with her, watching
her closely, shaking my head, trying to fight off the booze. She faked a few
attacks, and then she moved in again, and grabbed my right arm. With amazing
quickness and strength, she pulled me into her, turned her hip, and tossed me
over her hip. I fell hard on my ass, facing away from her, and felt her twist
my arm behind my back, driving me forward. I was forced to the mat, hard, my
chest and face smacking into the mat, and felt her land on top of me. Lori
twisted and wrenched my arm behind my back, forcing it up and inwards, and I
yelped in pain. Lori put so much pressure on my arm and shoulder I immediately
yelled out for her to stop, thinking she might really hurt it. She released
the pressure instantly, then pushed herself off me, pushing my face into the
mat.

"Ooops, sorry sweety, hope that didn't hurt to much. Don't know my own
strength sometimes", she said laughing.

I got up and turned to face her, and saw she was already crouched and ready
for round two. I moved with her again, watching her, not wanting to get
surprised again. She moved slowly, and she moved she held out her hands, palms
out to me, and our eyes locked, and it was clear she wanted our hands to meet.
I pressed my palms to hers, and our fingers locked together. We moved a little
closer to each other, and I saw her body flex and her muscles tense up and she
started squeezing and pushing into me. I spread my legs and pushed back into
her, and held my own as she pushed and pulled. Lori hands began to squeeze
harder and I saw her muscles bulge out in her arms and neck. We were locked
for several minutes together our hands fingers tightly snaked together. I felt
my arms start to burn and tried to increase my pressure. Sweat began to run
down my face, and my arms started to tremble as I fought with all I had to
stop her. Lori slowly began to bend my wrists back, and I couldn't stop her.
She moved her arms a little higher, and now my wrists buckled and bent back
hard, and I dropped to a knee, and then to both knees. Lori suddenly lifted
her leg and draped it over my shoulder, then used her weight and leverage to
push my backwards, and I fell to my back. Lori never released my hands, but
held them tightly, and as she let me fall back, she used her legs and
scissored them around my neck. We were now in a position where Lori had our
hands locked firmly together, and she had her legs wrapped around my upper
body, trapping my head and my right arm in her scissor. She started to squeeze
and I moaned out in pain. She squirmed closer to me, and squeezed harder as
she did. She released my left arm, and used both hands to hold my right arm in
place. She had squirmed to close to me, that her thighs were crushing my
chest, and her calves were now tightening around my throat.

She leaned back a little and applied pressure, and she smiled as she squeezed
me. Her legs were killing me, but watching her laugh at me hurt even worse. My
face was turning red from her pressure and I felt like I might pass out if I
didn't give up.

"Stop, stop I give, I give", I said, tapping my hand on the mat.

Lori released her hold, but left her leg draped over my chest.

"That looked like it hurted", she laughed, "hope you're okay."

"I'm fine, don't worry about me", I said, with some anger in my voice. I tried
to get up but she held me in place with her leg, and our eyes met.

"Don't be mad at me because I'm winning Scott, that's not my problem, deal
with it like an adult. Understand me?" she said now with some anger in her
voice.

I ignored her and started to sit up, and as I did, she suddenly whipped her
leg at me, her shin smacking into the side of my head, knocking me backwards.
I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs, and then turned and glared at
her.

"What the fuck is that?" I said, now pissed off, "you didn't have to do that
Lori."

"You didn't answer my question Scott, that's rude, I asked if you understood
that there's no reason to be upset with me because I'm kicking your ass. Do
you understand the question?" she said slowly.

"Hey fuck you lori, this is bullshit", I said now really pissed by her
attitude, and I pushed her leg off and started to stand up. As I started to
stand up, she drove her foot into my stomach, and I gasped for air, and
collapsed to a knee. I coughed and tried to breathe, holding my stomach, head
spinning from her kick, just trying to cope with the situation at hand, when I
felt her grab my hair. Lori lifted my head up and as soon as I looked up, her
fist came slamming into the side of my face, and my head snapped to the side.
I would have fallen over, but Lori held my in place, held me where I was, then
slammed her right fist into my cheek and, and I fell to the floor, on my hands
and knees. I tried to scramble away from her, but she was right on top of me.
Lori dropped her knee into my back, and I dropped lower, basically on my
stomach. I turned my body, and kicked at Lori, not knowing where she was but
trying to do something to get her away from me. My right foot hit her, but I
couldn't tell where or how hard, and it did nothing to slow her. Lori jumped
into me, and we both rolled a few times, arms, fists, and legs flying. I was
able to punch Lori as we struggled, but I only knew that from her yelping in
pain, it was to confusing to know where I hit her.

We struggled for several minutes, bodies rolling, each grabbing for the others
arm. The only thing that I knew for sure was that Lori was stronger than me. I
struggled as hard as possible to fight her off, but she was to strong. Her
arms started to control mine, and her legs began to snake around mine,
squeezing them, holding them in one place. It was like a snake coiling it's
body around you, and fear started to set in. I began to realize that I was
with a person that was just to strong for me, and I didn't see Lori as a
female, just my opponent. Lori slowly turned me over, forcing me on my back,
her legs snaking through mine, making mine useless. I tried so hard to move my
legs, but hers were so much stonger than mine, I knew immediately it was
useless. I tried to push her off me, but with my legs immoblie, I could barely
move. I was breathing hard, sweating heavily as Lori finally gained control of
my wrists and pinned them above my head, or at least to the sides of my head.
I pushed up as hard as I could, but again, Lori was to strong for me, and I
couldn't move her. I struggled hard for several minutes, but finally realized,
I was only making myself more tired, Lori had me, I couldn't move.

I looked up at Lori, and I know she could see the fear in my eyes. I never
felt so scared in my life. There was no smile or look of amusement in her face
she was dead serious right now. Her face, as pretty as it was, was now hard
and cold. She flexed her body, showing me her strength, moving my legs with
ease with hers. She squeezed my wrists, holding them tightly to the mat,
basically showing me, that this was over, I was hers, and she had won.

"Please let me go Lori," I said softly.

Lori made no answer, she just looked at me, and stretched my legs further
apart, and as she did, they began to hurt more. I tried to flex my legs stop
her from spreading mine further, but I couldn't stop her. Lori's legs snaked
through mine, slowly spread mine, and I felt muscles beginning to stretch a
little. I grimaced in pain, tried as hard as I could to stop her, but it was
no use. She pressed her hips lower into me, and spread hers more, taking mine
with hers. I moaned in pain, and then yelped as I felt my muscles stretching
even more, feeling like they might rip.

"Please Lori, for gods sake please stop," I yelled, begging her to stop.

Tears began to form in my eyes I felt one run down my chin. Lori stopped for a
moment and looked down at me. A slight smirk crossed her face, but it was an
evil smile, sinister in nature. She spread her legs a little further apart,
and I squealed loudly, screaming in pain as she did this. My legs were
shaking, and I started to cry as the pain overwhelmed me. I couldn't move at
all, I was helpless. Lori said nothing, she just watched me, her eyes locked
to mine.

"Answer my question," she said calmly.

"What question? Please let me go, you're fucking killing me," I whimpered.

"Scott, you know the question. Well, it was more of a statement. I said, don't
get mad at me because I'm kicking your ass, that's not my fault, it's your
fault, you're weak. Now, let's see if you understand you're situation Scott,
who's in control here?" Lori asked, holding me firmly.

"You are Lori, please, let my legs go, you're killing me," I whimpered.

"Good, there's one question right for you. You better fucking believe I'm in
charge," she said angrily,"next time I ask a question, you better answer it.
Do we understand each other?"

"Yes, just let me go, please Lori" I whimpered.

She squeezed me harder, holding me there, until our eyes met.

"We understand each other? We're answering your questions Scott, I'm helping
you find out something about yourself. You wanted to know, and now, we're
going to find out. Tell me that you're my little bitch and that I'm stronger
than you."

"I...I'm your bitch because you're stronger than me," I replied.

She smiled, "good boy, that's an excellent start. Now, is your question
answered? Have I proved to you that I'm stronger than you yet?" she asked.

"Yes, you have," I replied softly. I had never felt more helpless in my life,
Lori was in complete control of me. The wine made my head spin, but her
dominance made my head hurt, I felt uncomfortable and weak.

"Good, good. Now, here's the other question," Lori said, her legs tightened
around mine, her hands pinning me firmly to the ground, "are you ready to give
up? Are you ready to admit that you're my little bitch?"

I looked up at her, and at first said nothing. Her eyes glared at mine. She
was dead serious about this. Was I in a position to say no? She was kicking my
ass all over the place, but I just couldn't say it. I couldn't admit complete
defeat. Lori smiled at me, and firmly squeezed my wrists, and I felt her legs
tighten around mine.

"It's hard to admit complete defeat isn't it? Even in your position right now,
you just can't do it, I admire that. You can't move at all, but you're not
ready to admit defeat, that's not a bad thing Scott. The last step is the
hardest one, to be completely defeated, and to admit it to someone else. This
last step takes time, and takes you going through complete submission, and
then finally, you will come to terms with your role, and you'll be happy. So,
let's not waste anytime, let's finish this."

"I don't want to do this anymore," I said, whining a little and physically in
pain.

"I know you don't, but it's not up to you, that's what you need to realize.
Once you submit to me, you will come to inner peace with being the submissive
partner in our relationship, and it will all make sense," Lori said.

She let me go and got off me. She took off her bra and panties and stood
before me completely naked. She removed her ponytail and allowed her hair to
hang down over her shoulders. Her muscular body turned to face mine. I slowly
got up and got to my feet, my legs a little shaky at first. I looked around
the room and felt so very alone and scared. I sniffled a few times, and tried
to clear my head. Lori watched me carefully, not moving at all, but inspecting
me.

"Please Lori, I don't want to do this anymore with you. I made a mistake and I
should go now," I said weakly.

She smiled and began to circle me. I moved with her, keeping my distance from
her, obviously afraid of her now. Lori didn't waste any time, she quickly
angled her body and coiling her right leg, she whipped her shin into my side.
I dropped like somebody shot me to the mat on my knees, groaning loudly in
pain, thinking that when she hit me, I thought I felt and heard a bone snap in
my chest. I tried to pick myself up and back up slowly, the room spinning a
little, but Lori never gave me the chance, because before I could get up, I
saw the bottom of her foot in a blur coming at me. Lori landed a straight kick
into my chest, knocking me completely off my feet and back into the wall, I
slumped to the floor, holding my chest and coughing in agony. I couldn't even
get back up, I felt my chest sting in pain and it hurt to breathe. Lori walked
over to me and pick me up off the mat by my hair, basically holding me against
the wall in front of her.

"Tell me," she commanded quietly.

"Please, I give, I submit to you, I'm begging you Lori, I think you broke my
ribs, please, I'll do anything," I panted.

"Are your questions answered now?" she asked.

"Yes, yes, I'm yours, I'll do anything you say, I promise," I replied, my eyes
barely open.

"Yes, you definitely will, "Lori said, pulling her right hand back and driving
it into my face.

I woke up hours later, ice packs on my ribs, a bandage on my face, and a
couple of stitches in my lip. I could barely move, my body hurt from my feet
to my head. I was laying on a bed somewhere, and I could hear voices, but I
didn't know where they were coming from. Lori was talking to somebody, but I
was so out of it, I couldn't tell if it was a woman or a man, as I drifted
back and forth between consciousness and unconsciousness. I heard the door
open and Lori walked in, there was another woman with her, around the same
height, with long red hair.

"How is he?" she asked Lori.

"He'll be fine, couple of broken ribs, and I think is right arm might have
tendon damage. I gave him a couple of stitches. Did you take care of the car?"
Lori asked.

"I did, I dumped it this morning into the lake, near the last one," she
replied.

"Oh, good, that's a deep section," Lori said calmly smiling, "so what do you
think he's worth?"

"Well, I'll look him over when he's better, and moving. The trade market is
good now, there's a need to slaves in South America and Thailand, or we could
just sell his organs to people who need them. Depending on his blood type,
which I'll check in a minute, I know of family who has asked for a kidney."

I tried to talk, but I could barely speak at all, the room was spinning
quickly and I couldn't focus at all. The women laughed together, and I felt a
little prick into my arm.

"What did you give him? He's out of it." the woman asked Lori.

"Some of the sedative you gave me for Bandit," Lori replied.

"That was for a horse Lori, how much did you give him?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, he was whining and crying, I had to shut him up. Anyways, let
me know what you want to do with him. We can work out a price and you can just
take him now, or," Lori giggled, "you can take the parts you need and leave
him here. I have another guest coming over tonight, but I suppose he's okay
here for another few days."

I tried to focus, but I could barely see anything, the room was a blur. I
looked up and tried to focus on the face on the redhead, who said something to
me, which I couldn't undertand. I turned my head to the right, and tried to
make out what else was in the room. I blinked my eyes quickly and then tried
to open them the best I could, but what I saw only made me wish my eyes had
never opened. There was what looked like to be a series of beds, with people
in each bed, but I couldn't tell how many.

I tried to open my mouth to speak, but I simply couldn't.

"Shhh, it's okay, you just relax, you're better off not knowing what's
happening right now sweetheart," the woman said to me, and then everything
went dark.

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"Are you Ms. Murphy?" Jason asked, his eyes opening wide as he watched Lori
walk out the door.

"Yes, I'm Lori Murphy, you must be Mr. Mitchell, it's a pleasure to meet you
sir, why don't you come in," Lori said smiling, wearing a pink half shirt,
which showed off her abs, and skimpy black shorts.

John Mitchell smiled. She's fucking hot!! He thought to himself as he walked
past Lori into the home, looking around, noticing all the awards.

"Oh, you're athlete," John said, smiling and turning towards her.

"Yes I am," Lori smiled, "now how can I help you today?"

John Mitchell returned her smile and began to show Lori his insurance plan,
thinking he must be in heaven, not realizing he had just stepped into hell.