Trance, Part 2
By Connor McCloud



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At first we both looked confused on what to do, so we moved into each other on
our knees and locked up. We both smiled, feeling each other now as competitors
and feeling each other's strength. I tried to flip Sandy right and left, but
she was strong and she stopped me each time. Our movements of rocking side to
side ended up with us both pushing in one direction, and we toppled over, and
as we rolled, Sandra locked her legs around my body and started squeezing me.
I moved over her, but she held me suspended in the air with her legs, grinding
them harder and forcing me to grunt in pain. I tried to push down to land on
her, but she held me firmly, squeezing tightly, while at times opening her
legs and then clasping them shut making a slapping sound against my skin.
Sandy then rolled her body and I crashed to the floor, rolling so her legs
were now firmly pressed around my stomach. I could see Sandy was having fun
watching me squirm, and I tried desperately to break her legs apart. I finally
managed to break her ankles apart and squirm from her grasps that angered her,
and she attacked again quickly.

This time, Sandy came in out of control, and I captured her in a front
headlock. I wrenched her neck tightly against my side and breasts, and could
feel her body panic when the pressure became too tight. I pushed her to the
floor and finally had her stomach pinned to the floor, as I continued grinding
her head and neck. I pulled my body up close to her, so my knees were close to
her head, and then I released my arm and pulled her head between my legs, and
rolled on my side. I almost had a great head scissor, but her head wasn't as
tight as it should have been and I couldn't keep the hold. Sandra squirmed
out, and quickly came at me again.

Sandy crashed down on me and we fought for leverage for several minutes. She
managed to catch my legs and squeezed them shut, in a scissor hold that
trapped both my legs. I had control of her wrists and managed to roll on top
of her, but she maintained a hold on my legs. With her control of our lower
bodies I couldn't keep her pinned and eventually, she was able to overpower me
and roll me on my back. I lost control of her hands and again she was able to
out wrestle me and grab my wrists. In a show of her power she pushed down and
pinned my wrists to the floor above my head, which made her smile. In a match
like this the psychological upper hand was huge and she just won the first
fall by proving she could pin me down and out muscle me.

Sandy wasted no time in moving her legs and kneeling over me. I could tell she
was trying to move higher and push her pussy into my face, and I bucked up and
down trying to throw her off. Sandy refused to let go, but instead used the
space under to lock her ankles and roll me to my side, so we were facing each
other.

She squeezed her powerful legs together, and I groaned in pain again. She
never released my wrists, and to my dismay, she was too strong and my attempts
to break her grip continuously failed. She maneuvered me around so that she
was behind me, with my arms pulled behind my back, and her legs slowly
crushing the will to fight from me. Sandra, with exceptional speed, wrenched
my arm until it was twisted behind my back, and she painfully held it there. I
could do nothing at this point but try to fight the pain and not give up. I
had only my right arm free, but I could do nothing. Sandra then completed her
hold by painfully wrapping her right arm around my neck and slowly choking me.
Sandra did not disappoint me in her cruelty, she used her three holds to
squeeze, choke, and wrench my will to continue from me. Her right arm
skillfully flexed and moved so that she was not allowing me to breathe deeply,
only enough so she wouldn't choke me. She used her choke to non-verbally make
me stop resisting when I tried to break her hold with my right arm. Sandra
held me there tightly until my will to fight stopped, and then instead of
releasing me quickly, she held me, no longer to hurt me, just to punctuate her
victory. I didn't say anything at first, then knowing this match was over I
tapped her leg.

"I give," I said.

"I know," Sandra replied," I'm just enjoying holding you here like my pet, my
little bitch."

I didn't reply and Sandra knowing she made her point, slowly unraveled her
body, and let me go. I didn't like losing the first match, but was more upset
because we both knew that Sandra had just proved she was stronger than me. I
knew to beat her I would need to try harder and be smarter. As upset as I was
for losing, I was terribly excited. The physical contact with Sandy made my
heart pump and made my juices boil. I knew I was wet with pleasure, and hoped
she felt the same. My back was turned to Sandra, but I felt her move close
behind me. I didn't move, but my body shivered as she kissed my neck and moved
into me. I felt her hand rub my firm ass, and then felt her hand move lower
near my pussy. I felt her finger gently move around my crotch until it
discovered my pussy, and then Sandra softly stroked it.

"You're so wet," she whispered," I think you had your fantasy backwards. I
think you want me to dominate you and touch you. We'll see if I decide to
later." Unable to move, I let her rub my vagina until I thought for sure I
would orgasm, but Sandra, maybe sensing that, pulled away.

"You giving up already?" she asked.

"No chance," I replied, turning to see her smiling ear to ear.

"Really?" she smiled," I'll let you lick my pussy."

"You'll be eating mine later hun, but it won't be your choice," I said with a
touch of anger. Sandy just smiled and moved forward for another fight.

Our temp picked up in round two. We were both more comfortable with the match
and our intensity was up a notch, maybe two. We struggled again to gain
control, and again it was a stalemate. I tried to again trap her in a front
headlock, but she dropped to the floor, and I missed her head. I used her
inability to move to quickly to move over her, and swing my body around so I
was behind her. One advantage I had was wrestling with Kevin I knew some basic
moves, and I could apply them quickly. I quickly wrapped my arms around her
and locked my hands behind her neck in a perfect full nelson. In the kneeling
position I was in, I was able to lock it tightly and put a lot of pressure on
her shoulders. I moved into a squatting position, and poured on the pressure
by forcing her off her knees to move with me. I could her here grunting in
pain, and she desperately tried to pry my fingers apart. We were both almost
standing when I sat backwards and she tumbled with me, crashing heavily on her
ass. I never released my hold, but instead wrapped my legs around her torso,
and now I closed them tightly. I had her completely trapped. I used my legs to
slowly crush her, and when she tried to use her hands to pry my fingers apart,
I poured on the pressure forcing her to stop. She was trapped, and we both
knew it, she conceded moments later.

"You win," she said, and her voice had pain and anger in it.

"I know," I whispered, and let her go. I loved the feel of her body. It was so
arousing to feel our bodies pushing and pressing together, while at the same
time struggling to defeat the other. Her skin felt so soft, but her body so
hard and muscular, and in victory my crotch tingled in happiness. Sandra
stretched her body, and prepared for what would be a long day for us both.
Victory would not be the best out of five, but complete victory, and neither
of us could stand the thought of that.

Our moods had changed, from flirty and giggly to stern and focused. We both
knew the match would become more physical as it progressed, and we seemed to
be mentally preparing for what was to come.

Without speaking, we lunged into each other again, this time the intensity had
picked up, and we fought hard to gain advantage. I found myself on the
defensive as Sandra came at me with extra energy, probably found from losing
the previous match. Sandra was able to secure a body scissor, which she used
to punish me without remorse. I tried to unlock her ankles, but I couldn't,
and eventually my body went almost limp when my stomach muscles became
exhausted from trying to resist her hold. Sandy reached down and grabbed my
left arm pulling it into her, and I was all done. I found myself feeling her
leg muscles as they flexed around me.

"You like this don't you?" Sandy asked smiling cruely,"go ahead feel my
muscles. I know you like being beaten like this by the way your stroking my
leg."

"I give," I said, not responding to her comments.

She released her hold, but again she did it slowly, and she let her legs rub
against me as she released me. Her legs were so strong; I couldn't allow her
to get that hold again. I rubbed me stomach and rolled away from her. I took a
second to catch my breath, but Sandy was ready for more.

"You can rest after you give up the match," she said in a serious tone, and
she moved towards me.

Her hold had drained some of my strength and I felt suddenly tired and weak.
Sandy saw this and attacked with new purpose. We struggled again for position,
each time more violently. I was able to gain the advantage and push her upper
body towards the ground, and while she was in this position, I moved over her,
our bodies facing the opposite way. I spread my legs wide and used leverage to
ride with her as she swayed and tried to roll me off. This hold was tiring for
me, but it was for Sandy. I could feel her getting mad when her attempts to
throw me off continued to fail. She finally let her body fall to the floor and
I moved with her. I pulled her arms from under her as she moved and was able
to secure them with mine behind her back. I slowly took her left arm and
turned it so I could wrench it hard and towards her shoulder. She was helpless
under me, and I moved over her until I was on my knees with my crotch rested
on her head, which was turned to the right. I had her right arm pinned behind
her, while I torqued her left arm tighter and pulled her wrist towards her
head. Sandy moaned in pain under me, and I began to grind me crotch into her
head and the side of her face. I felt myself getting wet with excitement and
for a few moments I ignored her moans of pain. Finally Sandra gave in, begging
me to get off her.

I released her arms, but rubbed my head into her until she moved. She wiped
her head, which I know was wet with my juices and she smiled at me.

"Nice one," she said.

I smiled back," you ready to give up?"

Sandra laughed, but said nothing.

We both came to our feet and circled each other, aware of each others
strength, and not wanting to make the wrong move. We locked up in the middle
of the room, and struggled to knock the other off balance. I tried to maintain
balance, but Sandra's powerful legs began to take control and she forced me
backwards until we crashed into the couch. Sandy wasted no time, and she threw
herself into me, her knee striking me hard in the stomach. I doubled over in
pain, and Sandra pulled me into her. She wrapped her arm around my head and
tightly secured a fron headlock, while at the same time, wrapping her legs
around my body. She pulled me as close as she could into her, locking her
hands together and wrenching my neck so hard I thought she might really hurt
it. Her legs squeezed me tightly, I thought she might crack a rib, but she
didn't care, she wanted to win. I tried to unlock her hands, but her grip was
to tight, and I couldn't break it. I grew tired trying to escape and knew that
she had me again. I stopped struggling, and let my body collapse onto hers,
and she pulled me into her, securing her hold and squeezing me tightly.

"I know you give up sweety, I just enjoy holding you. You feel so strong, it
really excites me to beat you like this. I'll let you go in a few minutes,"
Sandra said, and she did, but not after inflicting a little more damage first.
Her legs had really killed me. My stomach and ribs were sore, and I didn't
know if I could wrestle much longer. Sandra, although tired, seemed to have
more energy than I did, and she moved into position to start again.

I thought about giving up, I knew she was going to win at this point. Her
endurance and desire to win seemed limitless, but I couldn't just give in, my
fantasy was to dominate, wasn't it? I began to think maybe after years of
making my husband submit I had a desire to feel helpless. Maybe I was so
attracted to her because I knew she would beat me. I knew I couldn't just give
up, I would try as hard as I could to win, she would want it that way. We were
both soaked with sweat and our bodies glistened as we stared at each other. I
began to imagine kissing her, and feeling her powerful body as she held me
close. I became aroused and the urge to be with her was groing stronger. This
wrestling match was the most erotic thing I had ever done, and I felt Sandra
was feeling the same.

The match started slowly, we both knew that when we applied a good hold, we
could usually keep it and force the other to submit. I didn't want to get
trapped in another scissor hold, my sides were already sore from Sandy's
powerful legs. We met in the middle of the room and grappled for leverage. Our
naked bodies smacked together as we struggled to throw the other off balance.
I used my left leg to trip Sandy and we fell to the floor and scrambled to
attack the other. The intensity level reached a new level as our bodies rolled
and pushed trying desperately to gain the advantage. We became locked together
with legs scissored together, while we held the other in bear hug. Sandra
applied tremendous pressure on my leg as she squeezed tighter and tighter,
while I used my position to crush Sandy's chest and midsection with my arms. I
was in alot of pain, and I know she was as well, when our faces turned the
same way and our lips locked without a word being said. Without releasing our
holds we kissed each other, so hard it almost hurt, but with great passion. I
used all the force I could and squeezed Sandra so hard she pulled back gasping
for air.

"Please give up," I begged,"I want you so bad."

"No,"Sandy replied,"not until I can no longer fight."

Our bodies rolled and we crashed heavily into the side of a couch. For a
second, it looked like Sandra might give up, because her body became almost
limp, but then she struggled fiercely and we both released our holds and
backed away from each other. We slowly stood up and faced each other. We were
both breathing heavily, the last few minutes had really taken the wind out of
us. This was almost over I could feel it. We were both exhausted, but neither
of us wanted to let the other win.

Sandra moved towards me and held her hands up, with her palms facing me. I
knew she was challenging me to play mercy with her, and I moved towards her,
and we locked our hands together. Instantly we applied pressure. Sandra looked
so beautiful and sexy facing me. Her muscular, lean body glistened with sweat
as she struggled to force my wrists back. I felt so tired and was trying my
best to call on reserve strength I had, knowing that losing this would mean I
might lose the match. We struggled for several minutes, sometimes our bodies
very close, and other times further apart, and I felt Sandy's arms and body
shake from straining so much. This was a battle of wills.

My arms also started shaking now, and my legs suddenly felt weak. I couldn't
push any harder I was already at my limit and my stamina was fading. Sandra
must have felt I couldn't continue much longer, and she somehow increased her
pressure and my wrists started to move back. I tried with all my might to
regain some momentum, but it was no use, I was just to tired to keep going. As
my wrists bent backwards I went down to one knee, but this was only temporary
because Sandy was pushing hard and forcing me down. Sandy, now in complete
control, bent my wrists without mercy, until I grunted in pain, almost crying
for her to stop. Sandra used my wrists as leverage to push me backwards until
I was lying flat on my back. Sandy never unlocked our hands, but simply pinned
my arms above my head as she moved our me. With my hands pinned, and my will
to fight gone, Sandra applied a grapevine and began to cruely spread my legs
apart, until I started to whimper in pain. As close as we are, it didn't stop
Sandy from using this grapevine to torture me until I felt tears sweeling in
my eyes. Seeing that it was over, she stopped spreading my legs, but never
released them either, and she also kept my hands firmly pressed against the
floor. She lowered her face and she kissed my cheeks and nose softly, and used
her tounge to explore my face. I tried to kiss her back but she pulled away
and used her grapevine to order me to stop.

"Please stop,"I cried,"you're really hurting my legs."

"I'll stop hun, but don't even try to move. You understand? Ask me nicely to
release you, and I want to hear you give up."

"You win Sandy, I can't go on,"I said looking into her eyes,"please let me
go."

Sandy smiled and kissed me hard on the lips. I moved a little, but Sandy held
me firmly in place, moving herself so her pussy and mine touched softly. She
began to grind herself into me, and I started to do the same. Our grinding
became intense and we started kissing passionately, but she remained the
dominant one as she still held me there pinned to the floor. I felt her body
become tense and she moaned loudly as she shook in orgasmic pleasure. She
loosed her hold a little, but she still held me there, and I didn't make any
attempts to move, I felt that she might hurt me if I did. She was the winner,
and with that came many things, including a deep sense of intimidation that I
now felt. I was afraid of her in some way now, we both knew that not only was
she stronger, but more than that, she could dominate me physically and
basically kick my ass.

We kissed again for several minutes and continued to hump each other until we
both had multiple orgasms. Sandy released my legs, but not my hands, and she
moved up until she was kneeling over my stomach. She looked so sexy and
beautiful, and I just wanted more of her. She smiled and moved up higher,
until her crotch was only inches from my face, and she pinned my upper arms
with her knees.

"I haven't been this aroused in my entire life,"Sandra said,"I've been
thinking about your fantasy Sarah, and I believe you might have had it twisted
a little. Your fantasy is not to dominate, it's the opposite, you want to be
dominated. That's what drew you to me Sarah, you knew inside that you couldn't
beat me. I have to admit I'm flattered that you went through all this to get
me here and I'm so happy we met. I'm very attracted to you, you're amazing to
be with, and now you're mine, right hun?"

"Yes I am," I said smiling.

"Good girl," Sandy giggled, pushing her wet pussy so close to my mouth I could
almost taste it,"I have to say, you're one tough cookie. I had to really try
hard to beat you, but I think we both knew who was going to win. As strong as
you are, I'm stronger, and as much as you want to beat me, you can't. You knew
I would win didn't you?"

"Yes I did,"I said softly,"I knew you would because you have such strength to
you. You have an inner strength which I can't match, and I find that so sexy."

"Thank you Sarah," Sandra responded,"I'll allow you to shower me with praises
later, but for now I'll allow your fantasy to come true."

Sandy moved only an inch forward and I lifted my head and began to lick and
kiss her pussy. Sandy loved the dominant position she was in and she pushed
and humped my mouth and face, sometimes until I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I ate her out until Sandy had enough, at least 3 more orgasms, and then we
kissed, touched and let our hands explore the others body. Sandy moved me on
my back and she began kissing and biting my nipples, while moving her hand
over my crotch and rubbing my vagina softly. Sandy softly touched and rubbed
my pussy until I had two powerful orgasms, and then she fingered me, first
with one finger and then with two.

I don't know how long we fooled around, but it was a long time, basically
until we were both to exhausted to do it anymore. Eventually we moved into a
bedroom and played with each other until we fell asleep. Sandy was in control
most of the time, which I enjoyed and wanted. Sometimes she forced me into
positions with her strength, and other times she allowed me to dominate her. I
just knew my fantasy had finally come true, and it was more satisfying than I
had ever imagined.