The Private Wrestling Club 3  Outside Encounter
by Madman
 
 
 
Even though Lisa had thoroughly beaten me in our club's last two
meetings, I still wanted another chance to avenge myself.  I called Jim,
the leader of our club, and asked if I could get a rematch at next
month's meeting.  He told me that in light of the brutal way she had
handled me that it might not be a good idea, at least not for a while.  I
was dissapointed, but resoved to work out harder to prepare for when my
chance might eventually come.  Jim had a point; the club was intended for
good fun competition, not to settle personal vendettas.
 
A couple of days later, I received an unexpected phone call from Lisa. 
She told me that she was sorry for beating me so severely.  She said that
she should have pinned me right away wather than extend the torture. 
"I'd really like to make it up to you Rick'" she cooed.  "Can you stop by
my house Friday evening for a drink?"  She seemed genuinely sincere and
she was a gorgeous girl, so I accepted.  She might be more fun as a
friend than as an opponent.
 
"But don't you live with your partner, Tim?" I asked.
 
"Yes, but we have an open relationship.  Friday he will be out with his
drinking buddies and I'd love to see you in a more pleasant situation
than last time" she replied.
 
I thanked her and agreed to come.  I even bought a box of candy as my
peace offering.  That Friday evening at 8:OO I arrived at her door.  Lisa
looked stunning in some tight lowcut jeans and a half shirt that exposed
her toned abs.  She  thanked me for the candy and gave me a quick kiss on
the cheek.
 
"I'm so glad you came over Rick," she said.  "I hope we can be
friends."Her fair skin, jet black hair, brilliant blue eyes and fabulous
body wre already having a hypnotic effect on me.
 
I said "Sure we can" as I was getting excited about the possability of
greater intimacy with this beautiful woman.
 
As we entered the living room,Lisa pointed toward a fully stock bar by
the wall and said "Make yourself a drink and sit down.  I want to change
into something more comfortable.  I mixed a Dewar's and water and waited
on the couch for her.  A few minutes later, she returned wearing a very
short low cut apricot teddi.  She looked sensational.  Her fabulous
figure was well exposed and her make up made her eyes look even more
vibrant.  I told her how beautiful she looked and she casually thanked
me.  She made herself a screwdriver and sat next to me on the couch.  She
snuggled close to me, resting her hand on my knee.
 
"So Rick," she said softly, "I hope you have recovered from our last
meeting."  Actually, I still felst a few twinges from our match of two
weeks ago, but the twing in my groin was far more pressing.  I replied,
"I feel fine," and extended my arm behinmd her as a prelude to an
anticipated seduction. 
 
We sat like this for a few minutes, making small talk, and I could feel
her fingers lightly brushing on my thigh, occasionally moving higher and
brushing my groin.  I could stand it no longer and pulled her toward me,
planting a big kisss on her luscious lips.  Her body was melding into
mine as she draped her shapely leg over my thigh , pressing it against my
throbbing crotch.  I was in the process and thrusting my tongue in her
mouth to further the intimacy when she suddenly locked her arm around my
head, twisted her body and flipped me off the couch on to the carpet. 
Angrily she said " Just what are you trying to do you fucking pervert.!?"
 
I sat up on the floor while Lisa was still on the couch.  I was surprised
and confused and wondered what had happened.  Lisa snake her legs out and
caught me from behind in a head scissors.  Now her tone had changed,
becoming harser as she ceclared. "This time we fight by my rules, not the
club's and guess what?  I have no rules-I can do anything I want.
 
I stammered "But I thought we were friends, Lisa."
 
"How could I be friends with a wimp like you," she replied while adding
pressure to her scissors.  "Oh and we'll have none of those silly
submissions and pinfalls here
 
.  I'm going to beat you for as long as I feel like it."
 
Sliding forward on the couch, she pulled my head back and converted her
straight scissors into a figure four scissors, pulling back on her locked
ankle to increase the pressure.  Her calf was pressed against my neck,
making it both a tight scissors and a choke.  Breathing was difficult and
I could feel the blood puling in my temples.
 
"Which scissors hurts more?" inquired Lisa.  I gasped that this one was
worse.
 
"Are you sure?" she replied.  "Let's try again."  She restraightened her
legs that still encompassed my head.  This time she had more leverage, as
my head was higher up between her thights and as she exerted pressure,
the pain was as great as the figure four.  She then used a different
technique,  pulsating her thights tightly around my head for a few
sconds, releasing the pressure and then pulsating again.  Each time, she
applied more force and I thought that I would pass out.
 
Releasing my head from her shapely legs, Lisa pushed me down with her
foot and stood up.  "I need to refresh my drink," she stated as she took
her glass to the bar to do so.  I took this opportunity to get up and
stagger toward the door to get out while I was still in one piece.  Lisa
moved swiftly between the door and me, holding her drink in one hand.
 
"You're not going anywhere yet," she declared.  She grabbed my shirt
collar with her free hand and shot her knee right in my groin.  I fell to
the carpet in agony, groaning and clutching my aching crotch.  Lisa
casually dropped down on my chest, straddling me, with my chest and both
arms trapped between her thighs.  "You'll stay right here while I enjoy
my drink" she ordered as she delicately took a sip.
 
I protested I wanted to leave.  Her reply was a sharp slap across the
cheek with her free hand.  It really stung and I understood that I had no
choice but to lay beneath her for as long as she desired.  After a couple
of minutes, still nursing her drink,  Lisa raised up, turned around and
sat backwards on my face.  "Is this what you wanted to get close to?" she
taunted.
 
She was right about that but not about the method.  Her butt smothered my
mouth and with my nose shoved in her crack, I couldn't breathe.  Just as
I thought I would pass out, Lisa stood up and placed her now empty glass
back on the bar.
 
She returned and knelt down beside me while pressing her knee down on my
throat.  Peering down at my face, she asked "let's see, Rick, where were
we?  Oh, I remember, I was practicing scissor holds today."  Removing her
knee, she pulled me by the hair into a sitting position and locked those
deadly legs around my stomach and back in a bodyscissors.  She laid  on
her side, with her head propped up on her arm so she could enjoy eatching
my face contort with pain.  Then she started that pulsating action as she
had done earlier with the head scissors.  Each squeeze put more pressure
on the aching sides of my stomach and brought my ribs almost to the
breaking point.  She continued her diatribe, "This is great for the inner
thighs.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do."
 
While helplessly flailing in a hopeless attempt to break free, I
inadvertantly grabbed her breast.  Angrily Lisa said, "Now Rick, you know
I can't permit this type of behavior."  She grabbed the offending hand
with both of hers and bent my fingers back.  "I was being nic to you,"
she informed me.  "Now I will have to really punish you."
 
If this was being nice, I couldn't imagine how she would punish me.  It
didn't take long to find out.  Lisa repositioned her body scissors so
that she was behind me, rather than at my side.  Then she snaked her arms
through mine. locked her hands behind my neck, thjus adding a full nelson
to her scissors.  Rolling on her back, she pulled me on top of her.  Now,
I was completely tied up, with no way to even attempt to escape.
 
Lisa decided to play cat and mouse with her new found torture.  First she
would relax the scissors and crank down hard on her full nelson.  Then
she would relax the nelson and bear down with her powerful legs on my
already sore body.  She repeated this procedure about twenty or twenty
five times until I cried out,' Please Lisa, let me go!  I can't take
anymore!"
 
She let up on the pressure of both holds without releasing them.  Softly
she whispered in my ear "I told you ther would be no submissions here. 
You're going to have to take it while I show you I deal with little
perverts."  Then she put full force into both holds, however, this time
she pulled up with the nelson while pushing down with the scissors.  Now,
my back was being stretched and my ribs felt like they were going to
separate.  This pain was the most intense of the evening and I really
couldn't take it.  I actually passed out from the pain.
 
When I awoke, Lisa was sitting on the couch, sipping another
screwdriver.  She was wearing a peasant blouse with a short skirt and
high heels.  Ushering my battered body toward the door she said, "I,m
going to see some real men now, not pathetic wimps."  "Oh, by the way,"
she added, "What happended here tonight is private.  If you tell anyone
about it, I will hurt you so badly that you'll wind up in the hospital."
 
I sure hope Lisa does not log onto this website.