The Trance, Part Four
By Connor McCloud



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I looked over and realized that as late as it seemed, it was only about 12:15,
and like Sandy, I wasn't that tired. Our conversation had changed our moods
from playful and happy to rather serious and almost tense. We took our
wrestling matches fairly seriously most of the time, but this was very
different. The gauntlet had been thrown, and it was time to forget about being
friends, lovers, and whatever else we were and just wrestle. I wanted to win
badly, but knew it wouldn't be easy. Sandy had won last time, and although I
had won a few falls myself, it was Sandy who had forced me to submit, almost
in tears. She was dead serious about winning, and she had no problem hurting
me to do it. It's a hard situation to be in where you're fighting someone you
care about, trying 100% to defeat them, and causing them pain in order to make
them give up. One second you have them screaming in pain, the next minute
you're hugging and kissing them. It was complicated, but at the same time very
necessary to meet each other's needs to be the dominant one.

Sandy had a room in her townhouse that she used for nothing but wrestling. I
never really talked about who else she wrestled with, but she had mentioned
doing this with other people before. The bedroom was an average sized room,
maybe 10x12 or so, but this room had no furniture, only a large blue mat. We
had wrestled here a few times, but like I said, our matches usually turned
into sexual escapades.

I heard Sandy in the other room, so I decided to get ready for match like I
knew she was. I took off my clothes, because Sandy and I enjoyed wrestling
completely naked, and threw them in the closet. I lied on the mat and
stretched out, doing a few sit-ups and a few pushups to warm up. Sandy
strolled in a few moments later, naked, as I knew she would be, with a gleam
in her eye.

"I've been waiting to wrestle you again like this Sarah. I've been thinking
about it a lot lately," she said, beginning to limber up.

"I have to. It's been quite a while since we really wrestled hard, this should
be a good test," I replied, watching her beautiful body bend and flex. Sandy
looked great, better than ever, as we both did. Our bodies looked very
similar, but she was tanned, and had a good 5 to 10 pounds of muscle on me. I
planned on letting my speed and her over-aggressiveness defeat her, but I was
a little nervous. Sandy was a very good wrestler, and she really wanted to
win. What made Sandy so dangerous was she didn't care if she hurt you, she
just wanted to win. Sandy and I are basically in love, or something very close
to that, but she would do anything to make me give up. It was like when we
started wrestling, I was the enemy, and she would break me in two if
necessary.

"Listen sweety," she said, walking over to me and sitting beside me, " I love
you dearly, but we both want to win tonight. So let's make a deal. When we
start, our relationship ends until we're done. Then it's us again."

"I understand Sandy. I'll do what it takes to win, and I know you will to," I
replied.

"Let's settle this then," she said," we'll do it like before. When one of us
submits, the other lets them go. We wrestle until one of us completely submits
to the other."

Sandy moved over a few feet to the middle and got on her knees. I moved over
in front of her, and without a word, we locked up. Our bodies smacked together
and we were chest to chest trying to throw the other off balance. I could feel
her energy and strength surging with the competition underway, so I decided to
let her power be her down fall. When she pushed hard to the right, I let her
move, and then I used her weight and momentum to carry her to the floor. I
quickly moved over her, and tried to secure her arms but she pulled them into
her. I used my legs to hold her in place while I tried to plan my next move.
She tried to roll me off her a few times, but my legs were too strong, and I
held her in place. My legs felt powerful holding Sandy there, and even moments
into the match, my confidence had grown. She continued to wiggle to throw me
off, and I decided to move lower, lying on her now, with my arms also holding
her in place. She forceful rolled to the left, and I used that space she
created to wrap my legs around her stomach and quickly tighten them together.
I pulled her upper body into my, securing a half headlock, half chokehold move
that seemed to work out well. It was obvious that it was my legs that were
causing the real damage. She reached out to try to break my hold and I quickly
secured her arm, leaving just her right arm free, but almost useless. I leaned
back and really applied the pressure, knowing my legs would cause far more
pain then my arms. Sandy seemed to be controlling her breathing as she tried
to tighten her stomach muscles against my scissor hold. She moaned in pain as
I tightened my hold, slowly grinding her midsection, which I knew might help
as this match went on. Sandy made no signs of giving up, and I never released
the pressure. I started using short, very powerful bursts of pressure which
produced moans and grunts of pain. She was a stubborn bitch, but I knew it was
only a matter of time.

I held Sandy there for at least 15 minutes of agonizing pain. Eventually I
could feel her stomach muscles giving out, and she started to lie flatter on
the floor, almost slumping into me. It was then that I never felt more
powerful or more dominant. I had this woman in complete control. She couldn't
escape, and I alone could release her from pain or cause her to scream if I
wanted. I as squeezed, I remembered her comments, and I poured the pressure on
as hard as I could. She cried out in pain instantly.

"Stop, stop!! I give up!" she almost yelled, whacking her free hand on the
floor.

I let her arm loose, then slowly uncoiled my powerful legs from around her.
She rolled away from me, and rubbed her stomach, never looking my way. Usually
I would have apologized for hurting her, but I wasn't sorry at all, I was
joyous. She was beaten, at least for now, almost whimpering a few feet from
me.

She slowly rolled to her knees, and waited for me to come at her again. With a
new found confidence, I moved towards her, and again we locked up. She seemed
for tentative as we pushed and pulled each other. The intensity increased and
we fought hard to gain the upper hand. We both fell over and we both scrambled
to gain control of the other. I ended up laying over her, chest to chest, both
scrambling to gain a hold. I was able to pin her legs together with mine,
again giving my confidence that my lower body could for some reason dominate
hers. As her legs kicked to get me off, I was able to secure a grapevine hold,
which was something I did very well. I could feel her trying to throw me off
her, but I tightened my hold, and now had it secured tightly. I tried to
complete my hold by pinning her arms or at least smothering her with my chest,
but she countered my hold by securing a bear hug. Sandy tightened her arms
quickly around me, and she squeezed with more force than I thought she could.
To counter, I spread her legs apart, but her bear hug now seemed the better
hold, and I grunted in pain as she squeezed me. Our bodies couldn't have been
more mashed together, because I lowered myself completely over her and
smothered her face with my chest. As effective as her bear hug was, she
immediately released her hold and her arms moved to get me off her. I used
this time to grind myself into her, nearly suffocating her with my chest, hair
and arms and she struggled to throw me off. I could hear her breathing pick up
rapidly as she struggled under me, and I could feel her breath on my cheek.
Our powerful legs now locked together as one moved in and out, as we struggled
intensely to see who legs were stronger and could maintain control. I began to
feel sexually excited as our bodies rubbed together, and I could sense our
pussies were almost grinding together, but I had to stay focused. Slowly my
leg strength began to wear her down, and I spread her legs painfully apart,
while I slowly cut off her air and made her breathing difficult. Sandy moaned
under me, desperate to escape, but realizing she was stuck again. I felt
dominating and strong as I tortured her, starting to truly enjoy my strength.

"Give up Sandy, I'll break you in two hun," I whispered through our mangled
hair.

"Fuck you Sarah," she replied angrily.

"Later," I responded, and angrily spread her legs apart, while nearly choking
her out with my upper body.

"I give, I give," she whimpered from underneath me.

"I know," I smiled and I let her go.

I released her and slowly moved off her, using her body as a floor mat to push
off of. She slowly moved away from me, with a look that had fear in it, and it
basically over. She knew she had lost, but she refused to give up.

She looked exhausted, her face was beat red, and she rubbed her legs as she
sat there. I crawled over and kneeled in front of her.

"Let's go, I'm not done with you yet," I said in a serious tone," there's no
break time, unless you give up."

Sandy said nothing but moved into a starting position. Our bodies met again,
but it wasn't the same, Sandy was tired. My confidence was soaring as we
struggled to get momentum. We toppled over and rolled together, but I felt
stronger than Sandy, and was able to eventually control our movements. I moved
over her, pushing her under me, and quickly securing a head scissor lock. She
squirmed but was not able to escape, just rotate her body, so she was facing
my pussy. I reached down and pulled her by the hair tighter between my legs,
grabbing her right arm, and leaving her left arm half trapped under us. My
hold was vicious and I loved it. I crushed and mashed her helpless head
between my powerful legs, and she actually yelled in pain. I watched the
muscles bulging in my legs as I flexed them, and in a trance, could barely
here her whimpering for me to stop. I looked at her, a few tears running down
her face, and saw she was broken now. I stroked her hair and touched her face
softly, but maintained my hold, just to prove a point.

"Sorry hun, I couldn't hear you for a sec, I'll let you go," I said calmly,
"normally I'd make you eat me out, but this is business, the pleasure comes
later."

"Please let me go," she answered quietly.

I released Sandy and she backed away from me a few feet. I rolled to the side
turning my back to her for a moment when I felt her crash into me. Sandy hit
me hard and we both crashed into the wall headfirst. Our bodies now tangled
together, we fought to subdue the other, but it was difficult. Sandy grabbed
my hair and whacked my head into the wall, stunning me for a moment and
gaining the advantage. I could feel her coming at me, trying to wrap her arm
around my neck from behind me, so I shot my elbow in her direction. I heard a
thud, and heard Sandy yelp in pain. When I whirled around, she was holding her
head, and looked to be dazed herself.

I launched myself into her in a rage, smashing her backwards and driving her
onto her back. She was not a good loser and she was obviously not thrilled
that I had just beaten her so badly. Our bodies crashed together as our
wrestling match had suddenly turned into an all out brawl.

Sandy kicked her legs at me as I approached her, so I made a cautious
approach, and realizing she was safe for a moment she scrambled to her feet.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Sandy?" I said angrily," you hate losing so
much you cheap shot me?"

"I'm all about winning hun, and that's exactly what I'm prepared to do right
now. You're stronger now, and a better wrestler than before, but are you
prepared to really fight me?" she answered as we circled," I'm not sure you
have that instinct yet."

It's not easy to describe the intensity in which we fought after these words.
It stopped being about wrestling and it turned into war. Sandy was a very good
fighter in general, while I had little training in boxing or other martial
arts. I actually think she wanted us to get to this point. I don't think just
wrestling was enough for her; she wanted an all out fight. As we circled, she
began throwing punches at me, quick and accurate punches which snapped my head
back. I couldn't beat her like this, she would win in a boxing match, I had to
get close to her and use my skill in wrestling and grappling to beat her. I
started to move better, and I started to read her punches before they
connected. I could see Sandy becoming aggravated and she attempted some sort
of kick, but she didn't hide her attack well. I grabbed her right leg and
charged into her. Completely off balance she fell backwards and slammed into
the wall behind her. I instinctively drove my right knee up and caught her
hard in the stomach. I heard the air swoosh out of her and she bent over in
front of me.

I have so many feelings for Sandy, but I only felt one right now, anger. She
was ready to beat the shit out of me and she would have, so it was time for me
to do the same. I held her against the wall and with all the power I had, I
drove me knee into her several times. I'm not sure where every strike hit, but
I knew I was causing damage because she was moaning and grunting as I
attacked. Sandy was bent over trying to protect herself from attack, but also
gasping for breath. I raised my right elbow high and came down as hard as I
could into her back, immediately sending her to her knees. I moved around
Sandy and wrapped my arm around her neck, quickly securing a chokehold and
pulling her backwards into me. I followed up by securing my legs around her
and I leaned my back against the wall in a perfect submission hold. I used
this hold to perfection. I absolutely crushed her midsection with my legs
while using my arms to stop the blood flow to her head, keeping her drowsy and
helpless. I don't know how long I held her there, it may have been 15 minutes,
it may have been 30 minutes, but she hurting. I didn't allow her to speak and
I ignored her tapping out, pleading with me to stop. I felt her tears on my
arm, but I didn't care, she would do worse to me if she could. It actually was
a revelation that I had it in me to be so cruel if I had to. I felt more
rounded as a person, more powerful and commanding. I also realized that my
hold wasn't quite good enough as painful and humiliating as it was. Sandy
needed to really be taught a lesson, she had to beg me to stop, and then it
would be over.

I poured on the pressure and squeezed until I felt her going limp in my
powerful arms, and then I released my hold, but I maintained my control of
Sandy. I flipped around so my legs never released her body and planted her on
her back. Sandy was drowsy beneath me and barely struggled as I straddled her
and trapped her arms under my legs. I was sitting on her chest now looking
down at her face, which was beginning to show signs of coming to. Without
warning or remorse, I slapped her across the face. Sandy head whipped to the
side and her eyes opened wide, just in time to see a second right hand smack
her hard across the cheek. Sandy's face immediately became red from my bitch
slaps, and she looked concerned. I pulled my hand back for a third slap when
she cried out.

"Please Sarah no more!"

Without concern I hit her again, this time my slap was almost more of a punch,
and her head snapped to the side. Tears again ran down her face and she
started to struggle to get me off her. I immediately hit her again, not a
slap, but another hard punch, which actually felt very liberating, since I had
never really pounded on someone before.

"Don't move Sandy," I ordered, and she stopped.

I looked at her, beaten below me, her face red from being hit and from having
me squeeze the hell out of her. She looked at me with a face that begged for
mercy, a face that wanted this over. I sat on her victoriously and smiled down
at her, which caused her to look away and a look of anger rushed over her. I
reached down and grabbed her face like a grandmother grabs a baby and slapped
her hard.

"Don't look away from me Sandy, we're not done here," I snarled.

My last slap caused her to grimace in pain, and her eyes were now very watery.

"Sandy you're in a bad position," I said calmly," I'm more than ready to beat
the shit out of you, contrary to what you may think, and you can't stop me. I
want you to ask me to get release you and tell me you give up,"

"Please let me go Sarah, you win," Sandy answered quietly, looking away again.

I grabbed her by the chin and snapped her head so our eyes met, and again
without any feeling of guilt or mercy, I lunched my right hand into her face,
this time connecting near her left eye. Sandy squirmed under me, but quickly
stopped and looked at me nearly in tears.

I lowered myself onto her, and grabbed her hands, interlocking our fingers and
pinning them beside her head. I wrapped my legs through hers, securing a snug,
but not painful grapevine, and let my body rest on hers. Sandy was hurt and
she tried to turn away from me, but a quick flex of my powerful legs told her
to stop. Our lips were almost touching now and I began licking her lips and
darting tongue into her mouth. Sandy wasn't kissing back, but knew better than
to turn away. I let my tongue explore her mouth and kissed her hard and deep.
I began to become very excited as I dominated Sandy and I started grinding my
groin into her. I could feel my pussy push into hers now and I began to dream
about fucking her. I kissed her harder now, and she squirmed a little, but she
always stopped when I squeezed her hands and threatened to torture her with my
legs. I began to realize that I was raping her, or something very close to
that. I felt so powerful, so strong and dominating that I started bucking my
hips and slamming my groin and pussy into her. Our bodies slapped together as
I did this and I felt like I might explode in an orgasm.

I let my pussy drop onto hers now and she started moving her hips, finally
showing signs she was also excited.

"You like this don't you sweety?" I whispered into her ear," you like being
raped don't you?"

"Yes," she replied quietly.

"You're my little girl aren't you? My little toy?" I whispered.

"Yes," she moaned, "I'm yours."

"From now on, you're mine Sandy, in every way. You understand don't you?" I
asked, moving my face over hers and looking down at her," look me in the eyes
and tell me that you're mine hunny."

"I am Sarah," she said softly, "you win."

"Good girl. Next time you question that, remember today. I'll gladly teach you
this lesson again if you forget, although next time I might not be so nice," I
said staring into her eyes.

We began to kiss now and I let her hands free to touch and hold me. I stayed
on top in a sign of my dominance and she squirmed under me, happy in her role
as my toy or slave. She moved her hand to finger me, but I stopped her, and
instead I fingered her. In my new role as the dominant one, I decided that she
could finger me or lick me only when I asked her to. I fingered her hard and
fingered her ass, which I had never done before, and made her lick my hands
when I was done. I kneeled over her and let her eat me out for a long time,
and I pinned her hands to the floor as she did this. It felt great to dominate
her; it excited more that I thought possible. Even as she licked me softly, I
continued to grind my pussy into her face, not only because it felt good, but
also because I could. I then sat on her face and had her lick my ass and stick
her finger in my hole, it felt fantastic! I turned my body while she did this
and as I sat on her face, I pulled her legs towards me, pinning her on her
back as she did this. I had never had someone lick my ass like this before and
I loved how it felt.

I played with Sandy for a long time, especially when it looked like she was
uncomfortable or tired. She licked me and rubbed my body upon request and
until I told her to stop. I never felt so alive.

I finally decided it was time to stop and I had her lick me clean before I
released her. Sandy had several orgasms herself, and she looked exhausted. I
stood up and helped her off the mat. I held her tight and pushed her back
against the wall, just hard enough to make her feel it.

"I had a great night hun, I hope I can see you again soon," I said looking her
directly in the eyes.

"I hope so Sarah, do you want to stay the night?" she asked kindly.

"No hun, I'm done with you for now, but I'll come back," I said in a rather
cruel way.

Sandy gave me a half smiled and began to pull away. I held her close and
stopped her.

"You're ok with this aren't you? Remember what we said, now that it's over
it's us again. We may have changed a little, but it's still us," I said
sweetly.

"I'm fine Sarah, you understand that's it's hard for me to lose like I did,
but I'm fine. You proved a lot tonight, and I'm happy for you, I really am,"
Sandy replied very sincerely.

Sandy and I met the next day like always and worked out. To her credit she did
not let our fight change "us" or at least she didn't seem to. I sensed a
slight change in Sandy, but I liked the change. I sensed she was actually
afraid of me sometimes, intimidated when we were together. It took a few
weeks, but we started wrestling together again, and Sandy's confidence began
to rise as she started winning again. I knew a few things from our
relationship.

Number one is that for now at least, Sandy is my bitch, and she knows that.
Sandy has yet to challenge me again to a fight that will change her role as my
slave. Recently I purchased a strap on dildo, and brought it over her house
one night. I explained to her that I wanted to use it on her, and after a few
looks and a little wrestling, she had no choice. I bent her over a couch and
fucked her hard, and it was amazing. She moaned and loved every minute of it,
like a good slave would. She didn't like it as much when I fucked her in the
ass, but that's not my problem, she's mine and does what I say.

The other thing I know is Sandy is a warrior. She might be down for now, but
she's not given up hope that her day is coming. She's been working out harder
than ever, and I understand why. Sandy looks better than ever, and to my
dismay, she starting to win more and more like she used to. We wrestled
recently and Sandy had my number. She won 5 or 6 times in a row and really
beat the hell out of me. She put me in holds that I had never seen before, and
I saw that look in her eye. Sandy is a warrior and it's only a matter of time
until she gets that gleam in her eye and she wants, no demands a rematch for
the title.

The End, for now.....

From Connor:

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