Marital Stress. Part 3. 
By gw
Estrangement.

Ellen lay on the floor of the guest bathroom in the aftermath of the 
most powerful sexual orgasm, she had ever experienced. It had been 
brought on by her sadistic sexual domination of her husband, Don. As 
Ellen's mind cleared, she remembered Don. She had done vile things to 
him. She was terrified for him. She leaped to her feet, and raced back 
to the bedroom. Don was still lying where she'd left him, sobbing 
softly. 

When Don saw his beautiful, wild-eyed wife rushing toward him again, he 
screamed hysterically. "Pl-please, please! N-no more, please!" 

Ellen fell on her knees by Don's head. She cradled his head on her naked 
lap."Oh my Darling, my poor Darling! Oh Don, I'm so sorry. Please, 
please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you so much. I 
don't know what came over me? Oh Don please can...." 

Ellen couldn't go on. Helplessly, she leaned over and kissed Don's 
blood-smeared mouth. Her remorseful tears fell on his bruised face.         

"Leave me alone!" Don wept. Ellen had half-killed him, shamed and 
humiliated him. Lying there in her arms, defenseless and unable to move, 
he was still terrified of her. "Please Ellen? Just leave me alone?" He 
begged, unable to control his sobs. His body trembled  uncontrollably. 

At last, Don tried to get up. Ellen awkwardly tried to help. That only 
increased his distress. He had no choice, but to accept her help, 
though. He could barely move. His back was undoubtedly sprained, and his 
arms and legs were numb and half-paralyzed. Even with Ellen supporting 
him, when Don tried to walk, his legs gave out He would have fallen if 
not for Ellen's strong arms.  Ellen realized Don could only get to the 
bed, if he were carried. 

Ellen didn't know whether she could carry her husband's dead weight that 
far. She was certainly a strong, young woman, but Don weighed nearly 
190. Nevertheless, she set her firm chin in determination. Her loving, 
contrite concern for Don, gave the young matron the strength to lift him 
tenderly in her arms. Her heart was overwhelmed with tenderness, as she 
cradled her husband in her slim arms. Her legs trembling only a little, 
she carried him back to the bedroom. 

For Don this was one more terrible humiliation. Bad enough, to be beaten 
into helplessness and raped, by his lovely, little wife.  Now she easily 
lifted him in her arms like a baby, and carried him almost effortlessly, 
with his battered head cradled against her big, soft bosom. Weeping in 
shame, he, paradoxically, hid his face against Ellen's yielding flesh.   

Gently, Ellen laid Don on the bed. When she suggested, she call their 
family Doctor, Don pleaded with her, not to do it. He wept and babbled 
in fear. The thought of anyone seeing him like this, and knowing, his 
adorable, little wife had beaten him to a pulp, was worse than he could 
bear. Against her better judgement, Ellen let Don talk her out of 
calling the Doctor. Her guilt made her vulnerable to his pleas. 

The next day though don had a high fever. Ellen was beside herself with 
worry, but she kept her promise not to call a Doctor. She nursed her 
stricken husband, with a servile devotion, never leaving his side, 
except to get him food or medicines. She fed him chicken soup, gave him 
back rubs and massages, fixed ice packs and hot water bottles, and 
fawned and doted over him. Yet every time she touched him he winced, 
fearfully. He still wouldn't talk to her, except to answer, "yes" or 
"no" to her questions. Seeing that he was terrified of her, nearly broke 
Ellen's heart. 

One day, as she massaged Don's sore legs, Ellen began kissing them. Her 
soft lips worked their way up his legs past the knees. She kissed his 
muscular thighs, and teasingly let her long, blond hair dangle down, and 
tickle his groin and large penis. 

Don's hands clenched at the sheet, but his organ grew even larger. He 
wanted to tell her to get the hell away from him, but he was too scared 
of her. Ellen began kissing and fondling his huge erection. She sucked 
eagerly, hoping desperately to please him, and reassure him of her 
devotion. He responded physically, his whole body shaking until he came 
explosively in her mouth. 

As the hot ejaculation squirted over her tongue and down her throat, 
Ellen sucked it up and swallowed it greedily. She looked up at Don 
adoringly, hoping for some sign of affection or even gratitude. In 
despair she saw sullen apathy, perhaps even hatred. Her eager lovemaking 
had no impact on the wall of silence. 
                                                  
Don's callous rejection of every loving gesture, became an unbearable 
burden for Ellen. She cried herself to sleep every night. She found 
herself sneaking a drink every now and then, just so she could endure 
her despair. 

After four days, Ellen was a wreck. There were large, dark  circles 
under her bright, blue eyes, and she was drinking more than was good for 
her. She'd hardly eaten or slept herself, in the entire four days. 

Don recovered slowly. He resented his dependence on his sweet, beautiful 
wife, more every day. He was physically afraid of her, and he resented 
his fear. He took out his resentment in his treatment of her. Don's 
obvious fear of her, hurt Ellen as much as his rejection. Ellen's only 
release was to go down to the make-shift gym in the basement and work 
out for several hours a day, when Don dozed. 

By the fifth day, Don was able to walk and get around, although he was 
still limping. Ellen had to do some shopping. Reluctantly she left Don 
alone. While Ellen was gone, Don dressed and packed two suitcases and 
got them in the trunk of his car. He went back to the bedroom to check 
if he'd forgotten anything. Ellen got back, just then. She chattered 
happy at the relief of being out of the house and its oppressive 
atmosphere, even briefly. 

Don interrupted her happy burbling. "Ellen, I'm going away. I've got to 
get away and think." 

Ellen's face went white. "Are you leaving me?" She asked terrified. 

"I don't know. I've got to think, Ellen. This thing is driving me crazy. 
It's all I think about. I've got to be alone for a while to adjust to 
it. Maybe I can't. I don't know." 

Ellen felt sick to her stomach. All her fears were being realized. "Oh 
my God, Don I love you. I've lived my whole life for you and the kids. 
You're not going to let one mistake ruin our marriage and our whole 
lives. Don please? Sit down and talk to me about it. For God's sake! 
Give me that much. You owe me at least that. Please?" 


"I can't talk, Ellen. I've just got to get out of here." Don said. There 
was a note of desperation in his voice too. He turned to the door. 

Ellen was filled with panic. She clutched Don's arm with desperate 
strength. "Please Don!" She begged. 

"I can't, Ellen!" For the first time, there was real anguish in his 
voice. Don realized it was the first time he'd ever refused Ellen 
anything. 

"You're too sick to go yet, Don. You look like you'll keel over any 
second." Ellen pleaded. In fact Don's face had broken out in a cold 
sweat. He felt queasy and ready to collapse. Ellen held his arm 
possessively. Tears were running down her face. Don tried to pull away, 
but he staggered and almost fell. Things seemed to be swaying around 
him. 

Now, Ellen was really scared. If he went like this, he'd have an 
accident or worse. "Please Don, just stay another few days until you're 
better. If you still want to go then, I promise. I won't try to stop 
you." 

Don wanted to stay with his beautiful wife, more than anything. But he 
was terrified if he didn't go now, he'd always be dependent on her, 
dominated by her and always in some way afraid of her. He jerked his arm 
free. He started for the door, but before he'd taken three steps his 
rubbery legs almost collapsed. He staggered drunkenly. Ellen rushed to 
him and caught him before he fell. Once again she picked her much larger 
husband up in her loving arms. 

Don was suddenly overcome with fury at his helplessness and dependence 
on his wife. "Put me down! Put me down, you goddam musclebound bitch." 
He shouted. Ellen felt like he'd stuck a knife through her heart. He was 
shaking so and his face was so flushed though, she was afraid to let him 
go. She carried him back to the bed, as he screamed abuse at her. 

Ellen laid Don down on the bed.   He immediately tried to jump up, 
again. Ellen put her hand on his chest. In his weakened state, she 
easily held him down flat. He kept struggling, trying to roll away from 
her, but she held him for close to fifteen minutes. For the whole time 
he cursed her and called her the vilest names she'd ever heard. 

Ellen couldn't listen to her husband's abuse anymore, or she'd go out of 
her mind. She had to stop Don some way. If she took his clothes, he 
couldn't leave, and she wouldn't have to listen.  She unbuckled his 
trousers, and slid them down his legs. He screamed more abuse at her, 
and tried to kick her. His heavy shoe landed on her thinly clad breast. 
She cried out at the pain, but ignored it. Finally she got his trousers 
off. His briefs came off too. 

As Ellen turned to put his pants on a chair, Don sat up. He caught her 
around the waist. Although he was weak, he used all his weight to pull 
her down on the bed. He reached around her and tried to grab his pants. 
Ellen didn't know what to do. She couldn't bring herself to fight with 
him anymore, but she was terrified he'd hurt himself, the irrational way 
he was acting. She had to do something. 

"Don, stop it!" Ellen said authoritatively. "You're acting like a 
child." At that, Don tried to hit her. The only thing she could do was 
to pull him across her lap. 
                                                                 
Don struggled to resist, but he was too weak.  Before he knew it, Don 
found himself face down across Ellen's lap, his bare, muscular buttocks 
stretched tightly. Once again, his small, femininely-rounded wife had 
put him in a totally humiliating position. He almost threw up, in shame. 
He struggled like a mad man, but he was too weak to get loose. He almost 
fell on the floor. 

Ellen held Don tight to keep him from falling. She was terrified. She 
was beginning to feel the strain. She  didn't know how long she could 
keep him from hurting himself. 

"I-If you don't st-stop it, I'll... I'll sp-spank you!" Ellen threatened 
desperately. 

"You castrating miserable bitch!" He wept, struggling harder. His 
humiliation fed his fury. Instinctively, Ellen knew what it would do to 
their relationship, but she was desperately trapped in an impossible 
situation. She slapped his hard muscular buttocks, believing that to be 
the lesser of the physical injuries that were likely. It was the safest 
way to subdue him for his own sake. 

Don never stopped struggling. Ellen's strong right arm rose and fell 
with great force. Don was near weeping in anger and frustration, and 
overpowering shame. Ellen easily held his muscular arm in place with one 
hand. Ellen's palm was hard and rough from exercise, housework, tennis 
and gardening. It only took a couple of  hard, energetic, smarting slaps 
to clear Don's head, and turn his bottom, stinging red. 

Don almost cried at the position Ellen had put him in. He'd been 
helplessly handled and pinned powerlessly once more. Now Ellen was 
inflicting the final devastation; spanking him like an unruly child. 
Except Ellen never spanked the children. She said she didn't believe in 
corporal punishment, but ironically Don always thought she was just too 
soft hearted. 

No matter how Don struggled, he couldn't get loose. At first, in rage, 
he hardly felt the physical pain. Gradually though the never ceasing 
tattoo began to penetrate his conscious. The burning, smarting sensation 
increased with every blow. He gritted his teeth, and  tried to ignore 
the discomfort unwilling to ask Ellen for anything even to stop hitting 
him, but every slap was harder to bear. He struggled with useless 
stubbornness to loosen Ellen's implacable grip. 

After a while, Don couldn't think of anything but the pain. It was 
intolerable. He wanted it to stop, desperately. He knew that he only had 
to stop struggling, and ask Ellen to stop. His last shred of pride held 
him back. He bit his lip to hold back a whimper, but kicked his legs 
furiously. Tears ran down his face. At last almost sobbing he 
surrendered. "Please Ellen, stop? I'll do whatever you say!" His legs 
fell limply to the floor. 

Ellen helped Don back on the bed. She stood there not knowing what to 
do. Don looked up, his eyes swollen with tears. "All right! You won! 
Again!" He whispered hoarsely. "But please get out of here now and leave 
me alone. If you have any feeling for me at all, just leave me alone." 
Don's despairing tone and passionless rejection were worse for Ellen 
than his fury. 

Ellen burst into tears and ran out of the room. She ran into the guest 
bathroom and was suddenly violently sick. She threw up several times, 
before falling on the floor, too sick to move. She lay sobbing forlornly 
for at least an hour, before she managed to drag herself to bed and 
crawl on it. She soon cried herself to sleep. Her last thought was that 
crying herself to sleep was becoming a normal routine for her. 


When Ellen woke, it was morning. She still felt awful, but her first 
thought was Don. She got out of bed and almost fell down. She stopped in 
the bathroom and drank several glasses of water and felt a little 
better, physically. Timidly, she tiptoed into the main bedroom. Don was 
gone. She ran down to the garage and found his car was gone too. 

When Ellen discovered Don's car was missing she went downstairs and 
poured herself a stiff drink. When she'd finished the first, she started 
on the second, and then a third. Before the night of the wrestling match 
with Don, Ellen rarely drank at all, but now she kept on until she drank 
herself into a stupor. 

The next morning Ellen woke up groggily, and found herself draped 
uncomfortably over the sofa in the den next to the liquor cabinet. She 
still felt woozy, but she staggered about the house looking 
disconsolately to see if Don had come back. He hadn't!  She checked the 
answering machine, but there were no messages. Unhappily she wandered 
back to the den, and poured herself another drink. It was only eleven in 
the morning, but time didn't concern her much, anymore. 

Drink in hand, Ellen turned on the television and tried to watch it.  
After several years of being away from day time teevee, she couldn't 
seem to concentrate on the talk shows, and the soaps made her more 
depressed, than she was already. She turned the set off and noticed her 
glass was almost empty. She refilled it, hardly noticing, that she was 
doing it. 

Ellen picked up a magazine and tried to read it. She started to read an 
article, that she would have found interesting at another time, but 
discovered her glass was empty. By the time she'd refilled it, she 
couldn't get back into the article. She tried another magazine. At a 
little after noon time, she poured her sixth drink. The rest of the day 
went by without her particularly noticing, except when it was time to 
refill her glass. She drank steadily until nearly midnight. 

When Ellen woke up the third morning, she was still in the den. It was 
nearly noon time. The first thing she did, without even thinking, was 
pour herself a new drink. She felt terrible, but the drink helped some. 
She had another one. She wandered around the house, and checked the 
telephone. Nothing! 

She dialed Don's office. His secretary Tracey answered. Ellen asked for 
Don. Her voice was slurred from the drinks she'd already had. 

"Oh Ellen, Don arranged to be out of the office for a few weeks. He said 
he'd be out of town. You mean you don't know where he is. Oh, my! That's 
terrible! Aren't you two getting along? Oh I'm so sorry! I would have 
called and told you, if I'd known you and Don broke up.  Gee, I always 
thought of you two as the perfect couple."  The insincerity in Tracey's 
voice was thick enough to cut with a knife. 

 "We didn't break up, Tracey!  We're just have some problems, and 
they're none of your business! " Ellen snapped, hating the little bitch. 

"Oh!  Of course! I understand Ellen, and if there's anything I can do to 
help, please, you just let me know!" Tracey replied, and then she added, 
rather snippily. "Gee Ellen, your voice sounds funny. I can hardly 
understand you. Are you O.K.? I know I haven't seen you around the Spa 
in a while." 

Ellen realized her voice was a little thick and slurred from drinking 
steadily all morning.  "Oooh, that dirty, little bitch!  I'd like to 
break her neck!"  She thought, but aloud muttered.  "I'm fine, Tracey! 
Thank you. I've been busy, and uh working out at home." As she slammed 
the receiver down, she added. "Bitch! She knows where Don is, but she 
won't tell me! . That slut always had the hots, for Don!" 

After her conversation with Tracey, Ellen was even more depressed and 
switched to straight whiskey on the rocks. She didn't remember much more 
about that day. The next morning, the fourth day after Don left, when 
she woke up, she had never felt so terrible. Her head was pounding, 
unbearably, and she was sick to her stomach. She noticed she had on the 
same clothes she'd had on for the last three days. 

"I can't go on like this!" Ellen muttered to herself. "I've got to do 
something! I've got my own life to live. If I don't do something, I'll 
go crazy, if I'm not, already." 

Ellen fixed herself a large breakfast. After eating, she took a shower. 
Her headache had almost gone away, and she felt much better. The shower 
and clean clothes made Ellen feel even better. She knew she had to get 
out of the house, though, or she'd start drinking again. 

"I could go to the Spa, I guess. Of course, that's what started all this 
trouble in the first place. Well if I don't have a husband anymore, I 
may as well have a great body. " Ellen thought ruefully, to herself. She 
couldn't really think of anything else to do, and the more she thought 
about it, she decided she really wanted to do go there. 

Ellen got to the gym about eleven that morning. She worked out almost 
without a break until eight that night.   She stopped and got a 
hamburger on the way home. At home she fell into bed and slept like 
soundly, without dreaming, for the first time in days. For the next 
several days, she followed the same routine, working out with near manic 
compulsion, up to twelve or more hours a day. 

The third day of Ellen's nonstop workouts, Eric the Spa Manager 
approached her."Say Mrs. Marshal, I understand you're interested in 
wrestling. You know I used to wrestle professionally. If you'd like, I 
could show you a few pro holds that I know." 

"Oh gee, thanks Eric that's very nice of you. Are you sure you have time 
though? I don't want to interfere, if you've got other things to do." 
Ellen was kind of reluctant to get too friendly with the man.  There was 
something about him, that rubbed her the wrong way, even though, she 
couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. 

"Now, don't you worry about that, Ma'am!  There's nothin' more important 
to me, than helping out one of our best customers, especially when she's 
a really nice lady like yourself." 

Eric was a short, squat, gorilloid looking specimen. Ellen didn't really 
mind his looks that much, but in addition to her instinctive unease, she 
knew Eric had a bad reputation. He always seemed to be with women who 
were having problems, capitalizing on their loneliness and confusion.  
Later, Ellen found out, Tracey had told Eric about her marital problems 
with Don. There was another reason Ellen was reluctant to be too 
friendly with Eric.  She knew Eric and Myra, the gym instructor, had 
some sort of thing going on, between them. Ellen wasn't the type of girl 
who would ever want to come between another couple, even if she didn't 
care much for Myra. 

"What about Myra, won't she mind?"  Ellen asked, looking for a polite 
way to say, " No." 

"Oh no!  Myra and I aren't seeing much, of each other, any more!"  Eric 
replied with a smooth smile. "Anyway, you don't have to worry, none 
about Myra!  I understand you beat her at wrestling yourself. That's not 
easy to do." Eric added. 

"Oh, I'm not afraid of Myra!" Ellen answered truthfully. "I just don't 
want to upset her, unnecessarily!" 

"No fear of that Ma'am!"  Eric replied smoothly. "Now, what do you say?" 

"Well, all right then!" Ellen replied. She was still uneasy, but she 
couldn't think of any more reasons not to say "yes". To tell the truth, 
she was so lonely, even Eric's company was a welcome relief. "Omigod, 
you'd think wrestling with a man would be the last thing, I'd ever do 
again." Ellen thought to herself. She realized too, with a little guilty 
thrill, that the thought of touching any man, even Eric, had its appeal. 
"What the hell, Don doesn't give a damn about me any more!" She 
swallowed a lump in her throat, at that thought. 

They went to the practice mats. Eric told her about a good trick he knew 
for getting out of a half-nelson. Ellen let Eric put the hold on her. 
She was supposed to break out of it. Ellen found it pretty hard to break 
the hold, no matter how she struggled. Eric still had one hand free, and 
he reached in front of Ellen. As his hand moved over her body, he 
"accidently" cupped her heavy, right breast. He immediately let it go. 
It made Ellen very nervous though. She didn't like to have a near 
stranger, cop free feels of her bosom, but strangely, it excited her, 
too. She was a highly-sexed woman and the proximity of a powerful, male 
body was hard to ignore.               

The fact, that she was enjoying the struggle, made Ellen more anxious 
then ever to get loose. Hard as she struggled, she couldn't break the 
hold, though.  Eric responded to her increased struggles, by forcing her 
face down onto the mat. Now he was lying half on top of her body. Ellen 
could feel his organ pressing against her firm buttocks. She could tell 
he was excited. She didn't think she liked that at all, but it was 
exciting in a way.  Eric's free hand was roaming over her body 
sensuously, although he seemed to take care to avoid her breasts and 
other obvious erogenous zones. This avoidance made his touches all the 
more tantalizing to Ellen. 

Ellen lay still and let Eric fondle her, until he became deeply 
involved. She was responding to his roving hand, and the pressure of his 
body against her own, more than she was willing to admit to herself. She 
was still alert though. She hadn't forgotten, they were wrestling. Ellen 
was too competitive for that! That was something she might not admit 
either. She thought she could feel Eric's right arm, the one holding her 
shoulder, relax a little. With a sudden surge of her strong, lithe body, 
she threw Eric off her, and broke his hold. 
                                                       
"Tricky, little cat aren't you?" Eric laughed, as Ellen jumped up and 
raised her hands defensively. 

"See if you can do that to me when I'm ready?" Ellen challenged, as Eric 
got up more deliberately. Eric came at her in a crouch. Ellen tried one 
of her favorite moves. She dived for his legs. But Eric wasn't caught 
off guard, as Don always seemed to be. Eric moved out of reach, more 
quickly then Ellen expected, for a man that bulky.     


Eric's nimbleness caught Ellen by surprise, and she fell forward on her 
hands and knees. Just as quickly as he'd move backwards, Eric stepped 
forward again. He trapped Ellen's head between his fat legs. Suddenly, 
Ellen couldn't see or hear. She waved her arms wildly, in alarm. Eric 
caught her waving right arm, and forced it behind her back in a hammer-
lock. Once again, Ellen found she couldn't get loose. 
                    
Eric held Ellen's head so tight, she couldn't break free, but not so 
tight, as to really hurt her much. Slowly, the fat man rubbed his thighs 
up and down against Ellen's captive face. Ellen was repulsed, but again, 
it was strangely exciting. She beat ineffectually at Eric's leg, with 
her free, left hand.  Eric used his free hand to rub Ellen's  back, 
gently, but firmly. 
                                                             
Eric let Ellen struggle, ineffectually, until she was tired, then he 
boldly stuck his hand inside the waistband of her gym shorts, rubbing 
her bare buttocks. He fondled her bottom cheeks, rubbing them slowly and 
seductively. Ellen was furious, much as it was exciting her.  Eric grew 
bolder, and fingered her tight little anus. That shocked Ellen as much 
as an electric, cattle prod, might. She went nearly crazy, trying to get 
loose, but it was no use.  She just couldn't free herself. Finally, Eric 
let her go. He did it slowly, first letting go of her arm, then stepping 
backward, and letting go of her head. He did it in such a way, that 
Ellen would know, he was letting her go, and she wasn't breaking free 
herself.    

Ellen was tuckered out, and knelt there, face down against her thighs, a 
minute, thinking Eric was finished with his "demonstration." Instead, 
Eric leaned over, grabbed her around the waist, and lifted Ellen off the 
floor, upside down. Ellen got panicky.  She kicked with all her might, 
but her long, sexy legs just floundered uselessly in the air.  Eric 
threw Ellen down on the mat. Ellen landed in a dazed, sexy heap. Eric 
was on her instantly. He pulled her up on her feet, lifted her in his 
arms and body slammed her, none too gently, either. 

The body-slam knocked the breath out of Ellen. Before she knew it, Eric 
picked her up again.  This time, Ellen found herself in an airplane-
spin. She shrieked, fearfully, as Eric spun her around, until she was 
dizzy.  He roughly threw her back down on the mat. Next, Eric used 
Ellen's long, blond hair to pull her to her feet. Then he judo-tossed 
the gorgeous, young housewife over his head.  

Eric kept picking Ellen up, and throwing her head over heels, on her 
back or belly, five or six more times. Ellen was so dizzy by now, she 
lost count. Eric used a different throw each time he did it to her. 
Sometimes he'd grab her around the neck; sometimes he'd flip her by her 
arm. By the time he finished, he'd grabbed onto about every portion of 
her sexy anatomy. 

The final time Eric threw Ellen, he let her lie there on her back.  She 
was panting helplessly, and almost swooning.  She didn't know if she was 
coming, or going. Eric jumped across her chest. Any breath still in the 
blond's lungs, was lost with a whoosh.  While he lay across Ellen's 
chest, Eric slid her shorts and briefs down around her lower thighs, 
exposing her blond thatch, and delicately-lipped pussy. Eric rolled 
fully on top of her. Ellen couldn't budge him at all, even while he 
gyrated awkwardly, to pull his own shorts down. Now, Eric's excited, 
naked penis pressed against her naked pussy. Eric kissed Ellen on the 
mouth. 
 
Despite her dizziness, Ellen was tremendously aroused. She had been too 
long without a man. Ellen was a strong-minded woman, but there was a 
secret part of her that responded in excitement to domination. When she 
and Don were first married, she'd loved him to pretend to force her. 
They'd gradually gotten out of the habit of playing games in their 
lovemaking, though, after the girls were born. This is, what, Ellen 
hoped Don would do to her, when she challenged him to a wrestling match 
that fateful night. Instead, it turned out she was the strong, dominant 
partner in that relationship. If Don hadn't resented it so much, that 
could have been fun, too. 

Thinking of Don,  Ellen felt terribly guilty at what she was letting the 
bestial  Eric do to her. "Oh shit!  Why couldn't Don have been man 
enough to do this to me?" She wondered miserably. "If only, he'd just 
stuck it in me, after he pinned me that first fall!" Remembering the 
bitter outcome of her victory, Ellen couldn't bring herself to fight 
back very hard. She didn't think it would do much good anyway. "God, why 
does it have to be such a pig as this, though?" She wondered ruefully. 
                                                                                                              
Ellen kept on struggling, but she returned Eric's kiss. Eric rammed his 
excited penis into Ellen's body. Ellen was disappointed. "Gee, it's a 
lot smaller than Don's! He always fills me right up." Despite her 
disappointment, Ellen found she was enjoying it. She came when Eric did. 
She had to hurry, though, because, somehow, she knew, Eric wouldn't wait 
for her. "He'll just leave me high and dry, I know." She told herself. 
                                                                                
Eric immediately rolled off of Ellen when he was finished. He stood up 
and pulled up his shorts. "Well Babe, how about another lesson tomorrow 
night?" He snickered. "You're some hot `rasslin lady'!"  He added with a 
leer. 

Ellen was offended by Eric's crudeness. "Oh lord, what a disgusting 
bastard!" She thought. She was even more disgusted with herself, for 
having given in to such a sleaze. "No thanks," she answered. "You've 
taught me what a pig you are already. I don't think you've got much more 
to teach me." 

"Aw now don't be like that, Babe. You liked it. Old Eric may be a pig, 
but he's a real man, huh?" 

"Yeah sure!" Ellen said, as she got up and adjusted her shorts. That 
night though she felt satisfied and calmer than she had in a long time. 
"Well maybe it wasn't so bad." She mused as she went off to sleep later 
at home. "Oh, why couldn't it be Don?" Was her final thought. 

The next evening, Eric strutted cockily over to Ellen, and smirked.  
"Ready t'try out some more new holds, Babe?" 

Ellen felt like spitting in the fat man's face, but something inside her 
blurted out. "All right, but just holds!  None of that rough stuff, like 
last night!" 

"Whatever way, you want it, Ma'am! I always aim to please!" Eric 
answered with a leer. For several weeks, Ellen played these games with 
Eric. She would try her best to defeat him, but somehow she always wound 
up lying beneath his sweating body, and submitting to his dominant, 
often brutal sexual demands. 

One night, Ellen thought she was getting the better of Eric.  She hip-
tossed him a couple of times. The last time, she threw the big man down 
on his face. He tried to get up, but he was too groggy. Ellen knee-
dropped onto  the small of his back, and Eric let out a loud groan. 
Ellen squirmed around, until she was able to wrap her long, shapely legs 
around Eric's fat neck in a head scissors. She locked her legs together 
under his throat half choking him. Eric was still on his fat belly like 
a beached whale, and Ellen's legs were bending his thick neck backward, 
at a painful angle. Ellen poured on the pressure. Eric was screaming in 
pain, but his yells were muffled by Ellen's sexy legs. He beat the mat 
with his hands. 

"Good! You fat bastard, holler!"  Ellen muttered, eager to pay him back 
with some of his own sadism.  The adorable blond was beginning to enjoy 
her mastery over the gross, male brute when,  Eric worked his hand 
between her tightly squeezing thighs and pinched her clitoris, until she 
shrieked in pain. Ellen's legs went limp. 

Eric jumped up, tossing the blond to one side.  He grabbed Ellen, and 
pulled her to her feet. Ellen was still in shock from the brutal assault 
on her womanhood. Eric went after her vengefully, with his fists. He 
punched her unready belly again and again. Ellen couldn't defend 
herself, and she almost passed out from the brutal attack. 

When Eric stopped punching her, Ellen crumpled up and fell over in a 
moaning ball of pain. Eric pulled off his shorts and rolled the moaning 
blond over on her back, and sat on her chest. He bounced up and down 
until Ellen thought he'd cave in her ribs. 

"Stop, please!" Ellen whimpered. 

"Eat that meat, and I'll stop!"  Eric snickered, nastily. He thrust his 
aroused sexual tool at her mouth. Ellen resisted, and Eric hit her 
across the face a few times.  He pulled and twisted her ears until 
finally she gave in, and let him slide his engorged penis into her 
sweet, pink mouth.  Ellen didn't much like being forced to give head, to 
a pig, like Eric. Eating Don was always a pleasure that she performed 
eagerly, she remembered. 

"Damn!"  Ellen thought. "Forget that bastard!  He doesn't give a damn 
about you!" She put thoughts of Don out of her mind, and swallowing her 
distaste, she sucked and kissed Eric with feigned enthusiasm.  
Naturally, Eric came in her mouth, and Ellen almost choked.  

Ellen's only reward was to be told "Hey!  You, sure are some great, 
little cocksucker, Honey!" 

"Gee, thanks Eric, you pig!  That's just what every girl dreams of 
hearing!" Ellen answered, with sarcastic disgust. 

Eric's brutality had scared Ellen. She realized the fat man might really 
hurt her, if he became angered or aroused.  For the next several nights, 
Ellen refused to wrestle with him again.  By the third night, Ellen was 
getting really horny and uptight.  Finally on the fourth night, she 
reluctantly let Eric talk her into another session.  Eric apologized for 
what had happened the last time, and swore he'd never do anything so 
brutal, again. Ellen dreamed of beating the hell out of the bastard, 
like she'd done to Don, only she never seemed able to get the better of 
the fat man. That night, Eric was fairly gentle. He eventually pinned 
her, after Ellen gave him a tough time, and almost pinned him a couple 
of times. 

Once Eric pinned Ellen, he began kissing her mouth and gently fondling 
her body. He seemed downright affectionate, and Ellen starved for 
affection, responded eagerly. That night she willingly gave him oral 
gratification. 

As Ellen was leaving that night, Eric said.  "You, sure are some, sexy 
Lady!"  For a change, he sounded sincere. 

The next night, Eric stopped by, and asked Ellen to have dinner with 
him. She hesitated a moment, but then said "O.K.! Sure! Why not?" 
Somehow, she felt more disloyal to Don, going out on a date with Eric, 
than she did giving the fat man a blowjob. That night, though, after an 
evening of dancing Ellen gave in, in the back of Eric's car, without the 
usual preliminary wrestling. 

Eric was very nice, even thoughtful and attentive, for several days. 
Ellen began to think he was really a nice guy, who just got carried away 
sometimes. Then one night, she said "O.K." to a friendly match. It was 
pretty even for a while, but then Eric got Ellen down on her stomach 
lying on her back. He rammed his penis against her buttocks. Ellen could 
tell he was excited, the way he was moving around, and making noises, 
like a rutting pig. His sweat was dripping down on the back of her neck. 
                                        
Ellen was convinced,  Eric meant to ram his penis into her anus. She 
panicked! She fought like a madwoman, but she couldn't get Eric off her 
back. Luckily, that night she had on a one piece body suit. Eric 
couldn't pull it down to get at Ellen's vulnerable behind. He became 
enraged. Terrified, Ellen finally managed to get out from under him. She 
jumped up, and when Eric followed she kicked at his crotch. Her foot 
didn't land solidly, but it slowed him down. The fleet-footed blond ran 
to her car, for all she was worth.  She was too scared to stop by her 
locker, but luckily, she had a spare set of keys under the front seat of 
the car. 


To be continued....